by Writing Shark
Your daughters wake up before you
The next morning it was a short night for Alice too. Nevertheless, she wakes up full of energy, enthusiasm and drive. Every day with Daddy is a good day. She dutifully gets up, washes herself, shaves her armpits, legs and pubic area, makes herself fresh and fuckable and then goes downstairs. To her surprise, she finds Elise in her dressing gown and bare feet. The girl leans in the doorway to the living room and glances furtively into the room. A light touch on the hip draws her attention to her sister. The first thing she does is a be quiet sign, then she curtsies out of respect and points into the room.
“They fell asleep in front of the TV,” whispers the newest Winters and smiles with amusement. Alice sees her father, mother and Amy lying arm in arm on the couch, the women snuggled up to the man, all three asleep. “What do we do now?” Elise wants to know. Alice nods quietly upwards. Elise nods and follows her sister on tiptoes back up the stairs into the bedroom.
“We always have to take that into account,” Alice says a little louder as she closes the door behind her.
“What actually happened yesterday? I was outside at night but you weren’t there.” Alice tells Elise the story. “It’s a shame,” the girl finally pouts. “I would have liked to punish Valerie too.” The two of them giggle quietly and Elise sits down on the bed. Alice looks at the girl, her bare knees under her long shirt.
“Then today is your lucky day,” she says and checks her reflection again. She wants to look perfect for her daddy. “He said Valerie will be punished for running away.” Then Alice turns to Elise and sees the devilish grin on her face. “But you’ll have to make an effort. Daddy made a good girl out of her yesterday.”
“Oh, I’ll think of something.” With that, Elise drops the topic and starts a new one. “I’m so jealous of you that you were able to have him yesterday. And in front of Mister Schoomer, too. Poor bastard.” Alice sits down next to Elise.
At 20, Alice is already well-raised and a good girl, but Elise, just a little younger, is already clearly showing that she has given up her old style of life and is embracing her father’s style. So she just moans lustfully as the old sister, with the sole right to have sex outside of Mister Winter’s field of vision, lets her hands wander over the young girl’s tight body. All their lives they were friends, saw each other naked sometimes, but now it’s different. They’re lovers for her father and each other and Elise loves to fell Alice’s hands on her body.
“What are you doing?” she asks and giggles, her body still warm from the pleasant night.
“I’ll take what I want,” Alice whispers, her head still fuzzy from wet dreams about her father. “I’m always so horny,” she whispers as her movements become bolder and presses her body against her sister’s. “I dream of him every night, of getting fucked by him, fuck him, blow him. Alone, with Gemma, you, all of us, with the maids and everything. Fuck. Every fucking day, every fucking night. I want sex. Always.”
“Yes…” breathes Elise as she feels her older sister’s fingers between her thighs, spreading them. “I’m always wet too. Life here… oh… Everything here is so wonderful…” Then the girl uses the luxury that Mister Winters gave her of being the bratty daughter and grabs Alice’s cheeks. “I understand Daddy that he raises his daughters the way he wants them.” 20-year-old lips press together in an already trained, intimate kiss. It’s so easy with Daddy to be a lesbian, only turning bi for him. “You can only get horny.” Tongues entwine and the two girls moan into their wet mouths. “And wet.” Aliche puts her forehead on Elise’s and giggles. “I like the way you giggle… Mistress… Big Sister.”
“We’re both 20,” Alice breathes, brushes Elise’s panties aside, easily slips two fingers in her hot, well-lubricatet snatch and starts pumping her fingers. So much has changed since Daddy took them all. Now Elise always makes sure that a hand can easily go between her legs or to her breasts. She is smaller, a cute girl compared to her towering father, so it’s easy for her sister to fingerfuck her too.
“But you are the Mistress,” Elise says in a thick voice and makes moves her hips. For her, there is only one thing that is better than starting the day sexually with her new sister. “You decide.” But before Elise can lose herself in her sister’s already well-trained fingers, Elise pulls her towards her. “Now decide that we have sex, sister.”
Gemma shuffles across the hallway with puffy eyes and lame legs. She loves the feeling of anticipation, the weariness that is removed by her father’s love and replaced with loyal devotion. She wouldn’t dream of going into her daddy’s room without being asked, she has to ask Alice, but because she has already woken up wet and wanton, her first route after making herself presentable and taking her pill is to her Mistress’s room. Her delicate fingers are already clenching to gently tap the door when she hears the familiar soft moans of girlish voices.
Gemma is a good girl and a little proud of that, even though she got off to a bad start thanks to her mother, at 18 she is already the well-behaved, sweet child of a perfect father, willing to do any sex act, which Alice was only able to enjoy at 20. But of course she doesn’t wallow in it for too long. She’s too good for that. And too wet.
She quietly opens the door a crack and carefully looks into the luxuriously furnished room. Her father has spared no expense or effort for his daughters but the expensive furnishings are forgotten when Gemma sees the two twitching bodies on the large, soft bed, both naked expect a long shirt.
Alice and Elise are sitting there, arm in arm, their legs crossed and rubbing their laps together wildly and jerkily, looking deeply into each other eyes, breathing heavily while Elise has her hands on her sister’s shoulders.
Since she’s only 18, Gemma isn’t nearly as experienced as her older sisters and doesn’t fully understand what her Mistress and Elise are doing, but she’s had more than enough sex with Daddy to know that her sisters are thinking about him. They make the same faces Gemme has when he makes her loose her little mind.
“Daddy…” she hears again and again from both sisters. And “Alice…” And “Elise…” Gemma is happy to see that the sisters are setting such a good example of sexual devotion for her and eagerly saves every picture they give her. But then she feels her pussy twitching and burning under her sky blue pajamas, a completely normal morning for the girl, wanting to get fucked by her Daddy, get spanked and be a good little princess. But even if she burns in her wetness, Gemma knows that Alice and Elise are allowed to satisfy themselves, but Gemma is not. And Gemma is good, so she just caresses her inner thigh over the soft fabric of her pajamas, listening to her sisters’ voices and quietly joining in as they pay homage to the only man in her life.
Writing Shark 