by Writing Shark
You enjoy freedom and liberty with your family
When your daughters come into the kitchen you and Hellen have already discussed everything important and Alice immediately sees the barely suppressed smile on her mother’s face.
“Good morning daddy” she greets you, hugs you in your chair and gives you a big sloppy but loving smack on the cheek.
“Good morning daddy.” Gemma follows her sister’s example and sits down at the table as well, giving her mother an icy look that she still has to practice. She is not yet starved enough for her frustration to be felt outside the bed. But the surprise you have in store will surely change that.
Then the girls look at each other and start to giggle. Hellen joins in as well.
“What’s so funny?” you ask, and Alice speaks up.
“We’re just happy. Everything is the way it’s supposed to be.”
“It’s nice the way it is now daddy,” says Gemma whose hair is still tousled from the night. Her sister’s hair is still wet from the shower. You smile at your family.
Alice is right. It’s nice the way it is now. Your three girls are finally happy and you have everything under control.
“Alice,” you say as you prepare roll of bread. As always, your girls wade in for permission to start eating. “Today you decide when the others can start.” You hand her a bun and your daughter looks at you like you’ve put a loaded gun in her hand. She swallows hard and looks to the others. And she does nothing. Instead, she turns to you.
“Thank you daddy.” Then she starts to eat breakfast with you while Gemma and Hellen sit in front of their prepared plates.
“And then what did she say?” You didn’t know Alice was such a gifted storyteller or it’s just that you can relax now. No more plans. Just a daughter in love with you talking about her experiences at school. Not the grades, but her life.
“She thinks I’m being a smartass and sucking up to Mrs Hoover.” Alice giggles happily and lightheartedly. “Valerie just doesn’t get the subject. Yet ancient Greece is quite interesting.” Her eyes narrow and she grins conspiratorially. “Zeus mounting everything that presents itself to him.” She’s happy at the thought.
“And Oedipus, don’t forget him,” you remind her, looking to Hellen who is staring longingly at the food.
“I don’t want to mount my mother,” Alice laughs, stroking your arm. “I’d rather ride my father.” You kiss your daughter on the hand and she beams at you. She gets all the attention.
“You’ll sleep with your mother too if I say so.” Alice grins at you.
“Oh come on dad,” she says like an annoying teenager. “I’ll only sleep with mom if it makes you horny. After all, I am your dear little daughter.”
“You’re my good girl” you grin back. “My little whore in bed and my angel on the street.”
“I can be your whore on the street too,” she says cheekily, feeling free. Then she purrs, “Please daddy, be nice to me and give me your cock.” It’s good to see how free and happy Alice is and Gemma also giggles at the thought one of your daughters might actually resist you. “You can eat now” Alice then announces without taking her eyes off you.
While Gemma and Hellen rush over their breakfast, you and Alice talk like a married couple.
“What are you doing at work today?”
“Good girl,” you praise. Alice beams. “Something important happened. I need to talk to your teacher too.” You look at Gemma who has only eaten half a bun and shove the leftovers into her mouth. You care for her and allow Hellen to chew as well. With puffy cheeks, they continue to listen to you. “I have a trip aproad for my work again.”
“Oh.” Alice sounds disappointed, but doesn’t dare express her displeasure. “We’ll miss you daddy.” You grin slightly.
“I want you both to stay at school today. I’ll pick you up.”
“Wow…” murmurs Gemma, stunned. She has rarely experienced so much affection. “May we ask why daddy?” You nod and answer.
“It’s nice that you will miss me. But that won’t be necessary.” You pat your daughters’ heads paternally. “I won’t leave my family now after making you the way I wanted.”
“Does that mean…” Alice can’t believe it and Hellen struggles not to burst with happiness while Gemma still needs some time.
“Japan is cold this time of year. Pack winter clothes for a week and…” Alice almost throws you off your chair and you just manage to catch her, then her tongue greedily presses into your mouth as her arms close around you.
As you and your daughter are locked in a passionate French kiss, Hellen turns to Gemma.
“Your father has rented a cabin and we are all going to live there.”
“Daddy…” says Gemma, turning away from her mother. Shortly after you have two girls on you with your youngest just hanging on your arm, enjoying your closeness.
“But Mrs. Hoover won’t like this,” says Alice as she has to part with you for lack of air in her little lungs. You wipe your saliva from her lips.
“Mrs Hoover doesn’t have any say over my family,” you say firmly and that settles the matter. “I’ll talk to her about it after school.”
“Will we find out then why mom is being punished by you?” Gemma also feels free enough to ask a question, and it’s even directed at you. But Hellen gets to answer it.
“Only Alice has a right to know what is happening between me and your father Gemma. She’s above us now.” She sounds so affectionate as you stroke her arm. “What I can tell you is that I made a mistake, a bad one. I wanted to do something good, but I broke the rules that govern the happiness of all the women in this house. For that I must be punished.”
“Then I’ll have to make a special effort in Japan to suck the secret out of my daddy,” says Alice, her eyes twinkling. But you steer the conversation in another direction.
“For all of you, it should be more important that even if you think you know the solution, you should always ask me for permission and advice before you decide anything, understand?” You look sternly around the room.
“Yes James.” Hellen will never make that mistake again.
“Yes Father.” Alice has a tone of voice that says in her own way that she would never have thought of such an idea.
“Yes daddy.” And Gemma understands too, just looking at you and knowing who she belonged to.
“If you confide in me in your weakness and your strength, then we can only win as a family.” You stand up and your girls do the same. “This is the only way something good can come from your weaknesses.” You look to Hellen.
“Pack the things. We’ll leave in the evening.” Your wife nods. Then you send your girls off to school.
“Alice,” you say and your muffin turns around, “There’s one more thing.”
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