by Writing Shark
You discuss your daughters’ futures
“Good morning, Daddy.” Gemma is still walking a bit strangely as Hellen has just removed the tape from her pussy. A big kiss on the cheek, Gemma looks at you intently and plays with her hair. Then she looks at the table. “What’s the matter?”
“Your mother and sister are a little emotional today,” you say. “Let it be.”
“Okay, Daddy,” says Gemma simply and sits down at the kitchen table where Alice and Hellen are already sitting, both with moist eyes and meaningful smiles on their faces. Together with Alice, you told your wife that her youngest daughter was probably already pregnant.
“Good morning, Daddy!” Elise comes dancing down the stairs, kisses you too and asks the same question and gets the same answer. The fact that she is so submissive to your orders is a good sign.
“Girls,” you begin, chewing on your bun while your women wait patiently for your permission to eat. There must be something important today if you insist on this rule that you actually relaxed. Under the table, Amy, Valerie and Grace perform their services for you, Alice and Hellen and stimulate you slowly and tenderly. “Lately I’ve been seeing… tendencies… with my daughters.” Gemma is the one who looks the guiltiest and Alice can’t help but smile.
“It’s just too beautiful, Daddy. Life in this family,” Elise explains herself without looking at you. “I’m sorry I disappointed you.” But you raise your hand imperiously.
“It’s not about an apology. Alice.”
“Daddy spoke to me yesterday,” she explains. “We are all women and therefore not capable of making complex, logical decisions. Especially not in the state we are in now.” Hellen looks at her daughter with pride and pats her arm. “Daddy assured me that this is what he wants for us, for all of us, and that our happiness is what he cares about. We just have to enjoy it.”
“But…” begins Elise, your foster daughter. You nod your permission. “Alice and Gemma are your daughters, part of your family. And even though you made me, I’m only half part of what you built.” She swallows hard. “I don’t think I’m allowed to enjoy it as much as my sisters.”
“Elise, you are just as much a part of this family as everyone else,” you reassure her. “In my world, mothers don’t have a word in raising my children. Amy doesn’t count Elise. She solely exists to stick her tongue between your lower lips at the breakfast table. I’m your father and I decide.” Elise nods. “And Gemma.” Your youngest looks at you with wide eyes. “It’s not a bad thing that you demand things from me. You can do that just like Alice and Elise and Hellen too. That’s why you’re my family.” You smile at everyone around. “And Alice is also only allowed to be a girl, with all the difficulties that entails. I created you, shaped you and made you into the women you are now. We are family and you have all already proven yourself to me. You can’t get any better for me. You all. And now it’s just about designing your life so that you are completely happy. That’s why I made you three.” You clap your hands loudly and Alice flinches. Apparently you scared Valerie between her thighs.
“Are you asking us what we want from life?” Elise asks quietly.
“Good girl,” you praise her. “Yes.”
The girls say nothing for a long time, looking silently at their empty plates. It is an important step in a young girl’s life and as a father you have done everything to prepare her for this step. You even more than other fathers.
It was always clear that you would not force your daughters to do anything, especially now at 18 and 20. You guided them and taught them and made them happy. It doesn’t matter that they are happiest on your cock, as you can see that your daughters have turned out perfect.
“Now you can decide for yourself what makes you happiest in life.”
“Does that mean…” To everyone’s surprise, it’s Gemma who speaks first. Quietly and femininely, with her hands politely buried in her lap while Grace fingers her snatch, she comes to terms with your words. “Does that mean we won’t be with you anymore?” You have to suppress a grin.
“That means I’m sure you’ll have a happy life, no matter where I am. You have become what I wanted and now it is time for you to decide for yourself. We fucked and loved and laughed and cried. As a family. Now I’ll leave it to you three to decide what you want.” And Gemma nods. And answers immediately.
“Then I don’t want to decide,” she says with a certainty that shakes you to the core.
My little princess stands on her own two feet. My God how I love her.
“I want you to decide for me, Daddy.” She looks at you. “Always.” And then she gets tears in her eyes. “Yesterday… My words… I don’t want to decide Daddy. I want to be what you want me to be. And if I have to choose how I’m happiest… Daddy, I love you. I want to be with you, always, until the end. I want… I don’t want to be alone in a strange city or lead my own life. The words I said yesterday… I want you to decide what I am. I want to be small and weak and needy Daddy. I want you to take care of me because that’s what you do best and I always want to make sure that you are happy and content. I want to be sure that you’re always there to make me right when I’m wrong and I want… Daddy, I don’t know the words…”
“I do,” says Alice and sniffles. “And Daddy knows the words too.” And Gemma smiles.
“Then I don’t have to know the words,” she says. “But Daddy?”
“Yes, Princess?” Gemma doesn’t hesitate.
“Can you punish me today? Even if I’ve been a good girl?”
“What about you Alice?” you ask and pat Gemma’s bare red bottom. Your crying girl in your lap, her loving eyes in you while her body hangs limb over your lap, you look at Alice.
“Are you kidding me?” your eldest laughs. “20 years and you made me the way I am. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. What kind of question is that?” She laughs heartily as you caress her sister’s bottom, her morning dress over her hips.
“I have to be sure, darling,” you smile. “But I admit the question is… pointless.”
“Absolutely,” laughs Alice. “Daddy, I’m already where I want to be.” Then she calms down, thinks about it. “But I would like to share more with you.” And then she looks at Hellen. “It’s not just you who’s been observing lately Dad. You and mom are very close and she has worked through her guilt with Elise. You deserve to be closer together again.” Then she turns to you. “I came up with my own plan.”
“That would work,” you murmur.
“Did I shock you?” Alice asks, giggling.
“A bit.” Hellen, on the other hand, looks like she’s about to fall over. Her daughter’s plan would make her life even better if you would allow it.
“Because I can do that, I think it would work. Besides, I want to be with you even more Daddy. If you allow it.” And that thought is what makes you nod.
“Nothing would please me more.” You stroke Alice and smile at her as she grabs the edge of the table, tilts her head back and moans out her orgasm.
“Daddy and I are going to be… work colleagues… Fuck!”
“And you, Elise?” You look at the girl, your newest daughter, warmly and friendly. Until now, Elise has been very quiet and has watched how your daughters have put their lives in your service. Now she looks at you.
“Dad… I don’t know… I don’t know if…” All eyes are on her, something she’s not used to. There is Hellen, still shocked by her daughter’s idea but happy, there is Gemma, overjoyed and there is Alice, self-confident.
“Elise…” you say softly.
Then the girl jumps from the table and runs out of the room.
“Elise!” Hellen calls out but you stop her.
“It’s okay,” you say. “I’ll take care of it.”
Writing Shark 