by Writing Shark
Your daughter needs your help
“Dad?” Your face brightens as you hear your little muffin’s downcast tone, but luckily Alice interprets it as joy to see her.
It’s taken her a long time, in fact it’s ten minutes past bedtime, but you let her get away with this rule-breaking. It’s always a big step to admit your feelings for your father and you can tell by the look on your muffin’s face that she’s almost ready. But only almost. You can wait.
“Hey honey, what’s up?” You rise and embrace your girl. During dinner, you’ve given priority to Gemma, and your princess has crawled into bed on wobbly feet while Alice is still wrestling with herself.
Your daughter looks at Hellen sitting next to you in front of the TV and you nod your head. Your wife rises, kisses you lovingly on the cheek and goes upstairs without looking at Alice who stands awkwardly in the room playing with her fingers.
Your daughter knows she can trust you, she knows that you know the solutions to all her problems, she knows that you expect her to turn to you. But it’s not her fault that she can’t get a sound out of her mouth that would bend so nicely around the tip of your cock. There is one thing missing and Alice, even without knowing it, is feverishly searching for it.
Your hand lands loudly on the pillow beside you.
“Alice.” You don’t have to disguise your voice. Your life with Hellen has made you perfect at dealing with pretty girls, and your tone is just right. “Sit down. We’ll talk.” Your little girl sighs in relief as you give her direction, leaving her no way out. You press your legs a little closer together so the big bulge between them isn’t as noticeable but if the evening goes as you planned… You’re not fooling yourself. Everything is just as you planned.
“Thanks dad” your daughter whispers, looking down at the floor but sitting so close to you that your bodies are touching. She wants to hide it but can’t and you see exactly how her nostrils flare and she sucks in your smell.
“It’s not bad that you can’t talk about your problems,” you say, and no one doubts that you’ve seen through the girl next to you. Alice actually looks relieved. “I’m not angry when you can’t do something, and you came up to me when you realized that.” Your heavy hand rests on her petite thigh and Alice literally shudders, then grabs your hand and can look at you. “That are the things I warned you about. New things.”
“I was going to make Connor kiss me today,” your girl blurts out, almost embarrassed.
Images of Hellen flood your head, you doing horrible beautiful things to her. Her incessant pleading and begging and twitching under your cock distracts you enough to keep you from boiling over with rage. You know it has to happen this way.
“He didn’t do it?” You know the answer, but Alice has to tell it herself to be able to forgive herselfe.
“No. He wanted to… I think… but…” She breaks off.
“He’s not the boy to do that Alice,” you say gently. “Not everyone can go that far.”
“But you said… and mom… I thought…”
“What me and your mom have is special Alice. Not many people have that.”
“I know.” She takes a breath, squeezes the words out. “But… But what he says about you and mom… he’s angry… or something… But everyone sees how happy you are with mom. Why doesn’t he see that? Why doesn’t he see that I want that too?” You’re almost there. You’re so close. Alice is almost there.
“Alice honey…” You grip her hand tighter and she knows that now comes a rule from her father that she won’t like. But she listens to you anyway. Because you are her father. “You’re right.” She blinks at you with her loyal puppy eyes, mouth slightly open, wet lips. “You know what you want and it’s a big thing in life when you do, you know? Connor doesn’t know what he wants, and that’s bad.”
“But what I want…I don’t know if that’s good…” Alice is close to tears and it hurts you to see her like this.
“You know what you want Alice.” She nods. She wants her father but she doesn’t dare admit it. “And I’m proud of that ability. You should never settle for less Alice my Muffin. Not everyone in life will give you what you need. It’s up to you to figure out who can help you, guide you, and who can hold you back.” You become nervous about burdening her with these decisions.
For a brief moment, you doubt yourself. If Alice decides to choose Connor over you now…the evening was so nice and you want Alice to enjoy her first time. There’s more than one way to make a woman happy, but Hellen is right. Alice hasn’t done anything to you, she deserves to be gently introduced to your world.
“I’m just too nice,” your daughter says dejectedly. “I can’t treat people like that…can’t treat him like that.” She lifts her head and her eyes are moist. “He’s nice to me.”
“Come here.” You spread your arms and turn around on the sofa to face her. Alice snuggles into your arms and buries her face in her big protector’s chest. “You’re smart enough to see what you can and can’t do. That’s a good thing Alice Muffin.”
“I can’t do any of this without you” she admits. “I’ll be 20 soon and I still can’t treat people the way you do.”
“That’s what I’m here for though honey. That’s what fathers are for.” You hug her closer to you, “I’ll always be there to protect you Alice my darling.” She smells quite wonderful and her body feels light and vulnerable against yours. “Not every man has to be like me darling.” You clench your teeth, but it’s true. You are special and Alice knows it.
“But I want everyone to be like you dad” she grumbles, being so sweet. “I want Connor to be like you. I want Connor to kiss me when I’m scared of life. Scared of my…” Her eyes meet yours and Alice realizes you know. It doesn’t surprise her and you don’t do anything to stop her either. “Thoughts…”
“You’re afraid of your thoughts?” you ask quietly, unable to believe it. You’ve done it.
And Alice is too confused, has too much pent up energy in her, isn’t raised that way. She can’t lie to you.
“Yes,” she admits, a little ashamed, but knowing she’s in the best hands with you. “I’m afraid of my thoughts. I know I shouldn’t be, but… And I want Connor to kiss me so I don’t have to be afraid anymore. I don’t want to be afraid to admit that I have feelings for y…”
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