by Writing Shark
Alice comes home with heavy thoughts in her head
“Hey dad” Alice greets her father… and he hugs her. She gets dizzy at his touch and breathes in his smell deeply. She’s never perceived him like this before. What is the reason for this? Is it the experiences of the day? Or because she is older and wiser now? In any case, she notices that she likes her father’s body odor very much. He uses little perfume and uses it only to reinforce his presence. And it works. “How was your day?” Alice would never lie to her own father.
“Terrible,” she says, throwing herself back into his arms. She is comforted by his proximity while he allows her weaknesses. And the images come again. “Nothing worked.” She doesn’t want to see the images, wants her father to be proud of her. What daughter fantasizes about her own father? But she wants to be close to him, and the desire for him is stronger than the worry of what it might do. She doesn’t see your smile.
“Do you want to tell me?” Alice wriggles out of his embrace in surprise.
“Don’t I have to?” But she understands his grin. He trusts her, gives her space. And this feeling is strange to her. She wants to confide in him, doesn’t want the space at all. Alice realizes that her father treats her well, maturely, but after today she would rather stay his little girl. He is so good to her and she wants to confide in him. But how can I? “Can we just finish out the day and you make sure it’s not all bad?” Yeah, that makes her feel good. And her dad smiles at her with satisfaction. Then he puts his big arm around her and leads her where she can’t go alone.
An hour later, Alice doesn’t even think that the day could be bad. Her bright, happy laugh fills the backyard with good energy and Alice is happier than she has been in a long time.
She hasn’t used the swing in years when she was a kid, and just like back then, her big dad is nudging her, giving her life momentum and direction.
“Keep going dad! Higher!” Alice is so happy. Her legs move along with the swing while her hands grip the chains on either side of her. The laces of her white shoes fly in the wind just like the skirt of her cheerleader uniform but she doesn’t worry about her appearance. She’d rather feel her father’s strong hands on her back and his soothing voice assuring her that she can do anything.
I can do anything! Dad trusts me. And I will get my orgasm!
“Keep going! More!”
“Okay!” And her father pushes her forward, away from him, into a world in which she doesn’t yet know her way around but in which, thanks to him, she doesn’t have to be afraid of falling, and the laws of nature keep bringing her back to him, to his strong arms and soothing voice.
Alice enjoys being with him so much. Before, she would never have thought it possible for him to spend so much time with her, and she vows to do everything she can to keep it that way.
“Dad!” she exclaims, not addressing him directly, just happy and shouting a word out into the world with which she associates all the good feelings. “Dad!” And now also, without understanding it but still consciously, noticing the good feelings when she touches herself.
He is my father, my dad. It is only natural that I feel good through him. And he would want me to be happy. There is nothing more to it… is there? But she doesn’t want to face that question. Her father said she could be weak, could always rely on him. And besides, she’s only 20. She doesn’t need to know everything. Her father knows enough for that.
No, it’s not bad if Alice doesn’t ask herself some questions and leaves it to her dad. Because she trusts him and he knows which questions are good for her and which ones he should rather take over.
“Do you want to jump off?” he asks laughing and Alice is so fond of him for caring.
“Hold me tight dad! Hold me tight!” And the strong arms of her protector close around her body, pressing her to him with the swing so that her legs hang in the air and her skirt comes to rest. This is how it should be and Alice Winters makes a subconscious decision. She doesn’t want to jump off into a wide world, she doesn’t want to fly and then hit the ground. She wants to go back to her father and be held in the air by him, flying through him, and with him.
Alice is too happy to worry. Her dad makes her as happy as she could ever be herself. And so Alice finally admits it to herself.
She has a crush on her own dad.
As he holds her and places her gently and securely on the floor without letting go, his daughter smiles. Then she peels out from between the chains and the two leave the swing behind.
“Dad?” She wants to tell him, but doesn’t know how.
“I know honey,” her father says reassuringly. “I’m here. It’s just been a bad day.” Then he hugs her again and Alice does the same. His smell entices her.
“It’s better now.”
No, Alice doesn’t feel bad about admitting her feelings. After all, it’s just a crush and nothing really serious. Maybe it’s even normal for a girl her age! And her father kind of deserves it. All his life he’s taken care of his wife, then his two daughters. No, there’s really nothing wrong with being grateful for that.
As her father leads her back into the house, Alice thinks about the important things in life, liberated and grateful. How can she show her feelings to her father without disappointing him? How does she know if he will return her feelings? Big questions she doesn’t know the answer to, but this time Alice isn’t afraid. She should be, but isn’t. Not in this family. Because these questions only concern her family. And here everything is as it should be.
Writing Shark 