by Writing Shark
You kiss your daughter
20 years you worked on it. 20 years you planned, tactics and a strategy. Three women and you are involved in this. Everybody else you fight, everybody else you have to destroy to achieve what you want for the most important people in your life. For 20 years you have exercised power and cultivated influence.
And it all culminates now in this brief, fleeting, infinitely important moment.
Your hands rest on your daughter’s shoulders. Her eyes widen as you interrupt Alice with your gestures, she reacts as usual to you and your presence. She lets you lead her, turn her around, towards you. You see the disappointment as your hands leave her body, then you see her surprise as your fingers return to her skin. Shock speaks from her face as your hands touch her cheeks but she does nothing as you pull her body towards you and bring yours close to her.
You are calm and feel neither triumph nor fear as you pull Alice closer to you. You are her father and this is about your daughter. Your happiness will come later, once she understands.
And Alice Winters understands.
She closes her eyes in a reflex that shows she trusts you.
Then your lips touch hers.
You are gentle, careful but firm. 20 years flow into this one moment and it’s perfect.
You are not too demanding and not too hesitant, everything is exactly as you planned it.
Alice begins to tremble slightly as she feels you on her soft skin. She knows what’s coming but can’t grasp it and you feel her body throwing itself towards you and freezing at the same time. Like a doll she hangs in your arms but when your hands leave her head she doesn’t move it away.
A low moan escapes from her throat, lustful and overwhelmed, but she gives herself to you completely. You are so proud of her as she plumply presses her lips to yours and forgets to breathe while your hands begin to wander.
Again she moans, this time a little louder and then she is completely still as your fingers press on her back. First you push her petite body against you, feeling her small breasts against your shirt as her body twists to obey your commanding touches. Maybe she does it out of instinct or maybe already out of her own will but your daughter does what you show her and follows you willingly like a good daughter should.
Her arms are so fragile in your paws as you lift them but finally Alice knows what is expected of her. She lifts her arms and wraps them around your body in a tight embrace. You haven’t hugged often and you even have to grin a little as this gesture does something strong to your girl.
A whimper escapes her pressed mouth, increasing to a moan as your daughter holds you even tighter, finally understanding what happens. Her brain is flushed with endorphins and she instinctively lets you guide her. Then she pulls herself tightly against you, pressing her whole body against yours and holding you tight, desperate to feel your closeness, to have as much body contact as possible after so long. Finally you allow her the closeness she has always dreamed of.
And you gladly help her.
Your lips are still on each other but you feel Alice breathing faster and faster through her cute nose. Her soft arms hold her against your body by themselves and you can use your own to show her that there has only ever been one man in her life who could lead her the way she needed.
She squeals like a helpless baby deer in your arms as you grab her firmly and pull her up to you, on your lap. She feels the buldge in your pants, freezes and you wait, let her get comfortable. Then she moves again, desperate to continue touching you, feeling you on her lips, ignoring the throbbing meat between your legs, accepting to as something natural between a loving dad and his loyal daughter. At first she doesn’t understand and hangs helplessly in your grip but then lifts her hand to your face and presses your lips further together while you hold her limp body over your lap, helping her kissing you on her own terms, trusting you in guidance and wanting you to teach her.
Just like when she was a child she takes a seat on your lap, her feet dangle down on one side and her body turns towards you while you balance her on your body. Then her hands move again and yours move up as well.
As she presses herself against you, you hear her moan as your hands grip her head too, holding each other close. She doesn’t want to, you feel it exactly, she doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want to leave you. Your daughter is where you want her to be and you won’t do anything to change that.
But it can get better.
Again she tenses up as she feels something soft, wet and strong, wriggling between your lips, driving over the crack between hers in the tight space between your mouths. Then she understands that it is your tongue, but is too helpless to understand what you want. SHe is in a drunken, dased state, helplessly dependent on you, lovingly at your mercy. She loves it. It’s up to you to guide her, but when Alice understands what you want from her, her lips part slowly and carefully, inviting the new, frightening but great feeling of a strong man in her mouth. Hesitantly she takes you inside her while you take care not to overwhelm her, but finally you feel the tip of her tongue against yours and as you both touch in her mouth your daughter understands what it’s all about.
It’s like her dams open as her tongue darts forward, then you feel her hands on your cheeks pressing against them and hear her moan lustfully as you explore each other. Your tongues dance together and soon you can go further than before.
First you pull back but Alice is so hungry that her tongue follows you. Your lips part briefly but your daughter doesn’t want to, comes after you and you reward her for her enthusiasm with more body contact while your tongue pushes hers back again. fighting and overwhelming her, reminding her her place. You feel her lips getting wetter, her breathing faster and her skin warmer but you still don’t allow yourself to let go.
It’s about your daughter and your goal is to take away all thoughts that it’s wrong to kiss her own father. But Alice has already moved on. She pushes towards you, whimpering for your permission, wanting to be close to you, kissing you intimately and her inexperience only fuels your lust even more. And then you feel it. It happens so fast.
Her hips jerk towards you and her butt slides around on your lap in search of something she knows nothing about, but instinctively knows that something belongs there.
Your daughter is ready.
And you intensify your kiss, gripping her head with your hands, firm and sure, and she feels your fingers behind her ears, your fingertips at her hairline.
“Hmmmpf…” Alice can’t speak, but she doesn’t need to either. You both know you’re there for her.
You’ve got it.
Your body moves and Alice tears her eyes open as you spin around and she slides off your lap. Your lips part and her eyes flick to the glistening strand between your tongues. A last, desperate, wistful moan escapes her as the strand breaks, disconnects you from her, then her eyes dart up to your imposing figure now towering over her as her back feels the soft fabric of the sofa beneath her.
“Dad…” she whispers softly.
Writing Shark 