by Writing Shark
Your daughter’s birthday
It’s a little embarrassing to be late to your own birthday party, Alice knows that. But it was just too tempting to drag out the time with her father as long as possible. She had blushed a little at the thought that her dad didn’t know what she was doing with his image in her head every night and with his shirt, but her father, James, was understanding as always.
The two didn’t do anything special, actually just talked on a park bench by the lake where he told her what boys wanted, but for Alice it was the best birthday present. After that he drove her to her party.
“Thanks dad.” She leans over and hugs him in his fancy sports car while he returns her embrace. She takes a little longer than usual and her father allows it while she feels his body against hers. It’s clear she doesn’t want to get away from him, not on her own birthday. She wants to stay with him. Her dad leans over and carefully unbuckles her. Alice blushes and presses her legs together, which are in gray pantyhose with a denim skirt over them. Her hand is already reaching for the door, but her father holds it back.
The last week has been nice but exhausting and Alice is a little afraid that she won’t be able to hold back any longer. She masturbates almost three times a day, sniffs on his shirt, whimpers and moans with pictures of him in her little head and is happy and needy. Since the kiss her head spins every time her dad is near her and she fights it down as best as she can, but losses every time he hugs her. Every day she says to herself that it isn’t right to finger herself over the thought of having incredible sex with her dad, and every day, three times, she loses. She doesn’t want to, but has no chance and if this continues, maybe she needs to find a solution so that she is the daughter he deserves, not such a dirty…
Then her father’s face fills her world. Her eyes grow wide, then she is no longer aware of her world as she feels her father’s warm lips on hers. Oh my god! Thank you dad! Oh god he does it again!
Yesterday she fingered herself to four orgasms thinking about him but nothing feels as overwhelmingly beautiful as when her dad kisses her. She almost gave up hope, after all he is her dad and dads don’t kiss their daughters, but to her infinite luck her dad is different and willingly helps his daughter with her childish struggles.
Alice doesn’t care how longingly she moans and her hands close around him in the tight interior of the car while he guides his girl. His hands hold her tightly and Alice is able to let herself go completely, closing her eyes and trying desperately to show him how much she needs and desires him. She wants him, needs him. He is everything to her.
This is not a crush, she realizes, and the thought terrifies her. Not because she is endangering her entire family, kissing her own father, but because she knows she is doing everything he asks of her. She is afraid that she is not the daughter her father wants her to be. I love you dad. I love you.
Another moan and her dad pulls her close, lifts her body over the center console of the car and gently rests it on his lap like the last time. Alice starts to shiver and she’s freezing, but she’s also almost burning from the skin contact with her dad. She is afraid that she is not enough for him and that he might not return her feelings.
All week she has doubted herself, but now she knows what she must do. She has to show her father that he can sleep with her, that she will let him do whatever he wants to do with her. Her mother is a beautiful, kind, patient woman, but now, in her father’s car, Alice sees her only as a rival she must outdo. Thats the only thing in her clouded mind.
And Alice knows what to do about it.
“Dad…” she breathes as John releases her from his kiss. She is breathing heavily and her head is spinning like she’s been on hard drugs. There are a few cases in her school, a few girls who have done crack, but Alice knows that nothing comes close to the exhilarating feeling of kissing the most beautiful man in the world. And her father looks at her with satisfaction. Alice Winters is happy.
“You’re part of a bigger world now Alice,” he tells her, stroking her sensitive cheek with his hand, sending sparks across her skin.
“Yes father.”
“Boys don’t look at you as a girl anymore but as a possibility, you know?”
“Yes father.” James seems satisfied but still his hand disappears from her skin and Alice falls back in her seat disappointed. But then she forgets all thoughts of herself as her dad’s voice becomes firm.
“I trust you know which men you can trust and which you cannot. I trust you’ve earned your freedoms.”
That he doubts her almost tears her heart apart. Alice Winters wants so much to prove to him that she is a good girl, but at the same time she wants to kiss him again. A horrible thought drills into her head again like a red-hot iron. She has tried to suppress it, but it is too painful. Maybe her father is just testing her. Perhaps the small, fragile, foolish hope that he might return the feelings of his irresponsible and weak daughter is in vain.
Again Alice thinks that she is inadequate for him, whether she loves him or is a good daughter. This thought makes her tremble and this time it is not a good tremble. The last week, the many orgasms, the endless thoughts of her father, the fear of disappointing him, one way or the other, have worn Alice down. She no longer has the strength to care about the future, lives only for the next hug from her father, the next word of praise, the next proof that she is a good daughter, even if she doesn’t know how, even if she doesn’t know what her father wants from her. She only knows that she has never been happier, and that scares her. Because it is she who has created her happiness, she has fallen in love with her father, she fingers herself several times every morning, afternoon and evening to a feverish orgasm. It all comes from her. Alice is too young to understand, only knows that she is afraid. But her father is there for her when it becomes too much.
“I don’t want to go to the party dad,” she says and leans forward again, pulling herself against his body, wrinkling his expensive shirt which was on her quivering body only a night before. But he wraps her in his arms again, both of them not caring who might see them, and surrounds Alice again with his scent, his warmth and strength. “I want to stay with you.” She feels his powerful hand on her head and feels safe. His smell reminds her of her childhood, his firm voice has always been an anchor in her life and since he hugs her more often he’s the only one she feels comfortable around.
“I know darling,” her father says reassuringly, stroking his daughter’s hair and petting her back. “I know you’re scared. I know you don’t know what to do.”
“Help me dad…please…I don’t want to break this.” They both know what Alice means but only John knows what it really means. His daughter is ready.
“No.” Alice freezes into an ice-cold, brittle pillar of salt. “No.”
“Dad…please…” And then. “Daddy…” She doesn’t see his smile.
“Alice I want you to be strong. I need a daughter who knows what she wants, and that’s how I raised you.” His voice echoes in her chest, her heart, and in her head, forming the girl huddled against him. “You go in there now, have a good time, don’t show anyone your doubts, and then, after this evening, you’ll know what to do.”
“Daddy…”
“You are a Winters and there are things that are clear. I’ll always be by your side, you can always count on me and you’ll know what you want when you remember it.” Alice thinks about these words, then smiles.
“Thanks…dad.” One last, brief hug, then Alice heads off to her big day.
Writing Shark 