by Writing Shark
Gemma is ready to learn
“I bet your dad has a big dick.” All evening long Elise can only think of one thing and Alice understands her friend, but rolls her eyes while Elise giggles at her thought. Unlike her, Alice knows it’s true and soon Elise will know.
“You won’t know though if you keep being so rebellious to him.” Elise rolls over in bed next to Alice to her friend. “You didn’t even thank him for extending our bedtime.” Elise looks at Alice, stunned.
“He demands that of you?”
“From all of us,” Alice remains stern. “And you should have thanked him for it. He told you to watch me.” Elise looks down at the floor.
“Yeah,” she mumbles, “sorry.” Alice is again surprised at how quickly Elise submits to her father, but it’s no different with her, and inwardly she hopes to be there when Elise sees what package her daddy has. Then there is a knock at the door. Elise sits up and pulls the covers over her chest, even though she is wearing her black satin crop top. Alice is more relaxed and calls the guest in. Her father would never knock on one of his doors in his house with his girls.
It is Gemma who stands in the doorway, alone and lost as so often at the moment, accompanied with her pajamas and putting on a miserable face.
“Gemma! What are you still doing here? You must be in bed by now.”
“I need to talk to you,” says her sister, pouting and nervous. Alice looks at Elise who has learned to keep her mouth shut. Then she swings herself out of bed.
“If dad finds out you’re defying him then…” Her sister’s tormented face silences Alice. Her little sister looks like she knows she’s doing something wrong, defying her father, and Alice sees the same fear and desperation in her face that she would have if she were defying James.
“I need your help. Please.”
“I hope it’s about father,” Alice says as she pulls the door to her sister’s room shut. From the living room they hear the sounds of the TV but not her parents’ voices. Hellen must have been sent to bed already.
Because she was naughty. And I am a good girl.
Alice feels affection for her mother, but she likes her sister more. And she likes her father even more. That is why she is now standing next to Gemma who is sitting powerless on her bed. Alice is angry with her sister, not understanding that there is only one person in this house who matters. And she feels sorry for the young girl, knowing what she needs but is too stupid to find. Alice hopes that this is exactly the problem, otherwise she will have to leave Gemma alone. Getting Elise ready for her daddy is more important now than the rest of her family. But Gemma nods.
“I don’t know what to do anymore,” she mumbles, wrapping her arms around her chest, rocking around slightly, “Everything is so complicated… with dad…” She looks sad, on the verge of tears. Alice sits down next to her sister and takes her in her arms.
“Oh Gemma sister, it’s not difficult at all.”
“But everyone I ask tells me…” But Alice puts a finger to her lips.
“That’s exactly the point. You ask mom and me. But we’re just silly girls and we don’t know what we want.” Gemma looks at her sister out of wide, naive eyes. “Do you think I knew what I wanted until dad told me? Or that mom knows how to raise us?” And Gemma seems to understand.
“No…” she mumbles, shaking her head slightly.
“You’re asking the wrong people Gemma. Mom and I, we’re your family, yes. But dad is your father. That’s a different thing. Hellen and I can be there for you, but dad is raising you, molding you, making you into a good girl.”
“But I’m not a good girl” Gemma admits to herself.
“And why not?” asks Alice. Gemma just looks at her. “You know it Gemma. You know why he doesn’t like you and he does like me. And you know why mom has to sleep in my room at night like the naughty girl she is. And why Elise is here today, and tomorrow, and every other day daddy demands.”
Gemma is quiet, for a long time. Alice strokes her, comforts her, until she understands. Gemma stands up.
“Thank you… sister,” she says. Then she leaves the room. Alice is satisfied. She has helped.
And now she goes back to Elise and continues to help her daddy. Only she can do it and that makes her proud.
You’re sitting in front of your evening movie with a good glass of wine in your hand. You sent Hellen upstairs already, not wanting her around right now. The poor woman has gone almost two days without an orgasm and is showing the first signs of nervous twitching but you can’t bring yourself to reward her. For what? Defying you? Making her own decisions? Alice and her friend… sister – you’re still having trouble figuring it out – are in her room and Alice is preparing the girl for the crash course in obedience you’ll have to give Elise in the next few weeks in order to mold her the way a daughter of yours, a true Winters, should be raised.
You have never had to break a girl so quickly and thoroughly, and you want to keep any danger away from your family while doing so. The thought of fucking the girl evokes different feelings in you, but that will have to wait. You need to consolidate your power even more after the difficulties Hellen and Amy have put you through.
Then you hear something behind you. Your senses are sharpened enough and you spin around. No matter who it is, she picked a bad time.
“Gemma,” you say. Your voice sounds foreign, even to you, on the edge of disappointment, anger in it. And Gemma senses it.
“I’m sorry father… Sir,” she says softly and you see that she is close to tears. At least she hasn’t crawled into bed with her mother, instead coming to you.
“What do you want?” you ask, your voice cold but no longer quite so dismissive. Your daughter is going through a hard time and even if she chose the wrong leaders, she is still your daughter, your princess.
It takes some convincing but then she sits next to you on the sofa. You turn off the TV and put an arm around her. At 18, Gemma is still wearing pajamas, but that’s just as much due to your upbringing as her automatic snuggling up to you.
With Elise here and Hellen in the out zone, you’ve had much less sex than before, but in her sad, confused state, Gemma thinks it’s a fatherly gesture for you to smell her hair.
“I’m sorry father Sir” she whispers. You hug her to you and make her feel good. Maybe now she finally gets it. You would hate to punish your princess further because of her mother.
“What are you sorry for honey?” And it blurts out of Gemma. She doesn’t see your smile.
“For being naughty Sir!” Her arms wrap around you as she buries her face in your chest. You put your hand on her hair. “That I’m stupid. That I’m ungrateful. Father… Sir I’m so sorry.” She begins to cry. “I’m a bad daughter.”
“You don’t know any better Gemma” you comfort her a little. “Are you ready to learn?”
“Yes please,” she sobs into your chest “I don’t know how but I want to be better. Please make me better father Sir.” Her tears pierce your shirt as you hold her warm body. “I’ll never listen to mom again. And Alice is just my sister.” Then she lifts her head and looks at you, smiling. “But you are my father, Sir. Please forgive me for not understanding. I am so stupid. Please forgive me Sir. Please make me better.”
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