by Writing Shark
Your daughter calls you all upset
“Three, four, five, six. You’re out mom!” Gemma beams with joy as she pushes her piece across the board. She had a chance to beat you in the last round, but didn’t take it. That leniency doesn’t come to Hellen as her favorite daughter knocks her back a few points.
The rest of the Winters family is having a nice game night while Alice celebrates her birthday and Hellen watches you closely while you do the same, only more discreetly, with Gemma. Your youngest notices her mother’s looks, but correctly interprets them as submissive lust for you. You, on the other hand, are playing the good-hearted family man more than usual today, your mind completely elsewhere. More than usual.
While Gemma and Hellen feel domestic happiness through you, everything in the room you have bought, created or provided, you wait more than ever for the call that just has to come.
You feel Alice on your lips and no amount of delicious dinner from your wife can drive the taste of your young daughter’s innocent lips from yours. You wait for her, as you have done all her life. And that makes you angry. You don’t like waiting. You prefer to shape, execute plans, manipulate, direct, and ensure that Alice becomes the daughter you and she deserve. Her defeat, your trump card, is bound to come. You know girls and boys of this age. The catastrophe must happen.
“Dad! Your turn!” Gemma is so innocent. You’ve already had the obligatory sex talk with Alice, and then you put her through the wringer to make sure it’s you who gets her virginity. It took so much work, so much energy. And you finally want to win! You want Alice! “Dad!”
It’s no different with Gemma, but your youngest is still so innocent, it doesn’t even occur to her that her father might have something like sexual interest in her young, lithe, innocent body. Sometimes you think it’s the same with Hellen, but you’ll dispel that superstition with your hard cock if it ever comes out.
“Yes honey?” You shake your head and Gemma looks at you a bit reproachfully. Spending time with you is like an addiction for her, in this area you have nothing to worry about.
“It’s your move.” She doesn’t dare say it, but she’s too naive to hide it. She knows you’re thinking about Alice more and more lately. Surely Gemma can’t wait to be 20 as well. She doesn’t know it yet, but you don’t plan to wait until she’s as old as Alice. 18 is just the right time to sleep with a girl, especially if she’s your daughter.
With Alice, it took two years longer to prepare her to be taken over by you but Gemma has faithfully lived through it all. Yes, 18 is just the right age.
You make your move. But you only pay superficial attention to the pieces on the board and squint at your cell phone lying open on the table next to you. Gemma sees it too and makes a sad face.
“It’s n-nice to spend time with you” she tries to get your attention but you don’t give in to her attempt. “Dad?” Her voice is small and fragile, Gemma is trying in all the right ways to win you over: But you’re stronger. And Hellen is your wife.
“Your father has to take care of a lot of things to keep us doing so well Gemma,” Hellen says, putting a hand on her daughter’s slim shoulder.
“Yes, but…” Gemma doesn’t want to give up but what you like in Alice you don’t want in another daughter. You’ve arranged everything the way you want all your life, you don’t get to let Gemma decide for herself how her character is formed.
“Gemma,” you interrupt her softly or sternly. “You’re too young to realize what a responsibility I have.” The girl looks down, hurt.
“I know dad. I’m sorry about that.” Now she’s reprimanded and malleable, which is how you like Gemma best. You have a clear goal, but the power you exude when your three women change for you, when you want it that way and you like it that way, will only topped by the feeling when you stick your dick in them for the first time. That’s what you’re doing it for, and for them. And Gemma knows that. “I just wanted…” But you withheld her the words in her upbringing she would need for demanding. “I like spending time with you. Su much.”
“And I with you honey.” Your touch on her shoulder scares Hellen away from her body, leaving Gemma to focus entirely on you. “But even if it hurts you, Alice is just more important than you right now.” Even Hellen screws up her face at these words but you have to make sure Gemma remains malleable while you conquer Alice. And you’re right. You see the pain in her face, but also how it works in her cute little head under her silky hair as Hellen makes her move on the board, trying to ignore the pleading looks from her favorite daughter.
And then it’s finally time. You have to pull yourself together not to grin as your cell phone vibrates on the table, jerking Gemma out of her thoughts in shock. You lift the phone to your ear.
“Alice my muffin!” you exclaim joyfully and Gemma is so intimidated, desperate for you to like her, that she doesn’t notice your eyes on her. So only your wife sees your joyful look. Not even you are strong enough to prevent this emotion. But then you pull yourself together. “What happened?” Now Gemma looks up as you rise from the table. “It’s a good thing you called me, I’, proud of you. I’ll be right there.” You hang up, and as Hellen struggles with a smile, your princess’s face contorts into a pained grimace.
“Do you have to go already?” she asks, hoping she’s not breaking any rules.
“Yes honey,” you say and hurry across the room, only partially playing up your excitement. “Alice is in trouble. I need to help her.”
“Wait honey,” Hellen says, rising as well. Gemma looks hopefully at her mother but she just helps you into your jacket and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Alice is lucky to have such a great father,” she says, and Gemma lets her mouth drop open in pain.
You’re almost out the door, but you’re braced for one of two possible reactions from your daughter, and one of them you’re experiencing now. It’s the one that will get her in the most trouble, and provide you the most opportunities.
“I need you too dad!” she calls after you, trying hard to make her voice sound angry. She fails miserably, and you can clearly hear the desperation. “I’m only 18! And Alice 20!” You turn to your daughter standing in the room, her eyes turned to the floor. She looks so cute, and if Alice wouldn’t dangle so ripe before you, you’d be picking your youngest daughter tonight. It’s not her fault that her turn comes later, but still you don’t tolerate her behavior. With your icy voice you shape your little girl, make her right.
“I don’t care how old you are,” you resent, speaking the truth. “You are my daughters.” You take a step toward Gemma who suddenly seems very small. Hellen remains sitting at the table, not looking at you and not moving a muscle to help her child. Gemma is yours, she knows it, even if she often pretends that she is not. You are angry about that too. “I take care of Alice because she knows I decide what’s good for her.” That did the trick, but you don’t have any more time. Alice is waiting for you and you have to be a good father. You turn to your wife. “Take care of our daughter until I’m done with Alice.”
“Yes, honey.” Hellen knows what you decide is happening and doesn’t fight it, but doesn’t get up from her seat either. Gemma is devastated. Your last sentence is to Gemma.
“You want to spend more time with your dad? Look at Alice. She knows what to do for that.” You look at Hellen. She understands you, accepts your power. “Then look at your mom. Alice knows there’s only one person in her life.” You lean down to your little girl and kiss her gently on the cheek while your one hand holds her head, the other your jacket. “I don’t tolerate competition when it comes to my affections. Alice and Hellen understand that.” Then you leave the house and get into your car.
Maybe you’re coming home to a daughter who no longer sees her mother as the center of her life. If not, with Alice you have enough leverage to make Gemma compliant.
Writing Shark 