by Writing Shark
The end of a plan. The beginning of a new one.
Alice kept her word and rode you to the point of unconsciousness despite her own fucked exhaustion. With an angelic smile, she slipped off your stiff cock and her final act was to kiss the tip of your cock with a kindness that reassured you that your plan was just and good. Now she is lying next to you, breathing quietly and cuddling up to you while Hellen is sleeping in the room with Gemma and Elise today.
“Daddy?” You turn your head to the side and smile.
“I’ve been waiting for you, darling.” Alice smiles sleepily and sits up, the blanket slipping off her upper body and showing you her naked little breasts.
“I need to talk to you.” You nod at her. This is what you’ve been waiting for and it’s a good sign that your muffin meets you fearlessly and determinedly, armed only with her naked beauty and girlish determination to serve you. “We girls talked,” she begins. “And I have to ask you something, for me, and Gemma, and I think for Elise too.” Your hand caresses her cheek. “But you said… Please forgive me for asking anyway.”
“Go ahead, darling,” you encourage her, you already know what’s coming. “I’m here for you.”
“Daddy… Why don’t you give us children?” It’s spoken faster than she thought and Alice surprises herself at how quickly it came out.
“I see,” you smile. “The sex today?” Your daughter nods.
“I know it’s wrong, but we’re already past that. You are my man daddy. And Elise and Gemma’s too.” She takes a quiet breath. “You did it with mom too. And with Amy.” Her hand crawls under your blanket and onto your hip, rests on your skin and warms you. “You are so happy with us and you make us all so happy. And we… I don’t know… Daddy, I think we need…” Your finger places on her lips and she is startled at first.
“I know this isn’t a rebellion like your mother did,” you reassure her and she smiles. “And it wasn’t a coincidence that I treated you all like that earlier. You are young, beautiful women. You don’t think, you feel. And I’m here to think for you and to make your feelings beautiful.”
“It’s just… Daddy, we want this so much,” she urges. “And it’s wrong to want something that you don’t allow.” She shakes her head.
“You couldn’t help it. These are your instincts.” Your caressing becomes more intense. Your touch has always been able to control your daughter and now you can also get her to calm down. “You live with a powerful man. Getting pregnant by me is in your blood.” Her breath catches as you lean in and kiss her, then she squeaks needy as you submit her to you. “And I’ll take care of you.” Your daughter instinctively spreads her legs under the blanket, but then her eyes widen as you swing yourself out of bed. “Come,” you say, holding out your hand.
Alice pads behind you on bare feet, her delicate hand in yours as you lead her across the night-time hallway. She narrows her eyes as the light in the bathroom comes on and you lead her in front of the large mirror in front of which the girls’ utensils are neatly lined up.
“Do you remember when you were little?” you ask, coming up behind your daughter and putting your arms around her naked body. “You always watched me shave.”
“At some point, mom showed me how to do myself from watching you,” dreams Alice, who doesn’t know why she’s here but simply enjoys being close to you.
“Exactly,” you grin. “Alice, you’re so smart. And I love you for it.” Your hand automatically goes to her breast and feels her firm flesh.
“Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it, Daddy,” your daughter breathes. “And then…”
“These are your hormones speaking out of you. You are a woman and you can’t control certain things. Thats why I’m here.”
“As my wishes?” You nod and Alice does the same. Together you look at each other in the mirror and you swing her slightly from side to side while your head rests above hers.
“Daddy cares for his girls Alice,” you explain. “It’s okay for girls to be emotional and irrational. That is normal. Also for you. And especially when it comes to children. And men also want to bring their offspring into the world.” Alice looks at you lovingly but you nod towards the mirror. “Look there.” Alice follows you.
“I don’t understand.” You smile.
“The pills.”
You’ve been waiting for this for so long. Of course you’re right, and the determination with which Alice pulls away from you and examines the box resting in the area in front of her shows the difficulty of dealing with the world in which you move. It’s only natural and as a man you protect your women from getting lost in this world, the real world.
“You are all so smart and beautiful and deserve the best life,” you say while Alice looks at the box that contains the pills that prevent her from…
“This is Gemma’s box,” she says, ignoring you, probably for the first time in her life. But she is allowed to do that, as it is your role as a father to shape and determine her life. And now you give her the next few years by your side. An evening just as a girl, stupid and emotional, is a small but valuable gift for her.
And then Alice understands.
“Look at your sister,” you whisper, Alice in your arms. You stand together in the doorway to your other women’s room. Alice cries quietly and happily and cuddles into your side.
“Is she… already…”
“I’ve been giving her sugar pills for three days,” you whisper. “And today I came deep inside her twice.” The duct tape is still stuck over her pussy, even if it’s already a little softened by your sperm and her cunt juices. “It can take a while, yes, but your sister wants it. And her hormones are clear that way.”
“My God…” Alice sobs, looking up at you with puffy eyes. It is fitting that she is the first of your daughters to have your plan revealed. “Dad.”
“It was always her fate to become pregnant by me,” you whisper, stroking her hair as Alice stands next to you while you watch your little sperm stuffed princess. “That’s why I made her.”
“She’s going to be a mother…my god daddy…” Her arms wrap around you. Alice is so perfect, happy for her sister, for whom she had almost lost hope.
“You can always be weak and stupid and emotional and feminine for me Alice,” you tell her, almost sternly, so that she understands in her emotional state. “That’s why I love you. But it is I who decide about you all.”
“I understand Daddy,” your daughter sniffs.
“It was never about whether you deserved to get pregnant.”
“But are we ready?” Now you laugh and Hellen turns around in bed sleepily, but doesn’t wake up.
“No. Look at you and your sisters. You have always been ready. No. It’s always been about whether you’re happy enough to give me the rest of your lives. And now your ready.” Your lips touch her head and you smell her scent. “I fucked you. You obey me. You love me. You’re devoted to me. All is ready for the rest of your lives.”
Writing Shark 