by Writing Shark
You and your daughter are already expected at home
“Welcome home father” Gemma greets you at the door and takes your jacket in her dainty hands. She smiles shyly at you, then stands on her tiptoes to hang your clothes on the coat rack.
“Hi honey.” Hellen leans past her youngest daughter and let her hug you. Then you get a loving kiss on the cheek while your wife leans down and takes your heavy bags from you. “It’s good to have you back.” You walk past her, but watch her as she greets her oldest daughter. “And also that you’re back,” Hellen says, hugging Alice who has to manage her things alone.
“Thanks mum.” Alice doesn’t quite know how to deal with the new situation but Hellen supports her daughter in love as a mother should.
While you retire to your study, check your appointments and make necessary phone calls, Hellen makes it as easy as possible for Alice to come to terms with the new situation without breaking your rules. You raised your wife years ago to see Alice as another woman at your side, and Alice blushes when her mother confides in her to prepare dinner with her.
“You are old enough now that I can trust you to prepare a good meal for your father” you hear your wife praise your daughter as the two of them stand together at the stove. You watch your two girls for a while as they stand in front of the stove in the same colored aprons and even though Hellen pretends it is because of her age, Alice knows that it is a bonding experience between her and her mother to cook your food.
But when you step into the kitchen, Alice leaves her mother and turns to the center of her life. You hug her tightly and give her a big peck on the cheek while Hellen beams with joy and pride.
“Are we doing good?” your daughter asks excitedly, pointing to the casserole fresh out of the oven. You lean over the food and taste a bite. Alice and Hellen stand next to you and your daughter nervously plays with the ribbons on her apron while you make a serious face. Then your expression brightens.
“Delicious,” you give your seal to the casserole and Alice squeals with delight, hopping up and down on her feet. The fork falls to the floor clinking as your daughter jumps into your arms and Hellen picks up the silverware, smiling contentedly as you twirl your daughter around the kitchen.
For dinner, you have to get Gemma out of her room. She’s holed up there so you won’t see how much she suffers from the bond between you and her sister, but one word from you is enough and she steps out of her room toward you. For now, you think. But you’re prepared for that. Before you go into the kitchen you hold her little body back. Gemma looks up at you from below.
“Alice has behaved in an exemplary manner over the last few days, Princess,” you tell her gently but firmly. “She’s been a good daughter to me.”
“I want that too dad,” Gemma mutters but you shake your head.
“That’s too selfish Gemma.” Her face tenses and you help her by putting your hand to her cheek. “I know you want to please me too, and your behavior today made me proud. But Alice doesn’t need her mother’s prompting to do that, do you understand?” Gemma can’t answer you. She’s too naive to understand what you want from her and breaking away from her mother on her own just doesn’t occur to her. She has to suffer some more until you can reveal yourself to her. That’s life. But you can help a little. “I want you to watch Alice very closely from now on, understand?”
“Yeah dad.”
“Your sister knows how to be a good daughter to me and you see what she gets in return. Give it some time princess. You’ll figure it out.” You give her a kiss on the forehead and imagine how your fingers will dig into her curls when you put her little mouth over your cock. “And until then, do what I tell you and I’ll be proud of you.”
“Yes father.”
Dinner proceeds almost as normal. Gemma munches in silence thinking about your words, Alice fights with herself not to adore you like a schoolgirl in love, and Hellen nearly bursts with maternal pride in her eldest daughter.
“Position,” you say and Hellen obeys. Naked she hops on the bed which she has decorated with rose petals today, bends down, stretches her butt towards you and pulls her ass apart to present you her freshly washed and shaved holes. The glow of a few candles lights the room. Hellen is in quite the womanly romantic mood today and you use the endorphins in her head to your advantage.
“How many times have you fingered yourself to the edge since we left?” you ask as you undress.
“Seven times,” your wife confesses to you. She can’t see you from this angle, but obeys you anyway, of course. Your hands run over her naked skin, sending shivers down her spine. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too.” That’s not true, but Hellen knows you love her anyway. Your daughter’s body is too tempting to have your thoughts on each of your girls, and your wife understands that you have to prioritize. Besides, you’re making it up to her today. A little, anyway. You sit down at the head of the bed, your legs on either side of your bowing wife. “Look at me.” Hellen lifts her head, her eyes sparkling at the thought of being unable to breathe because of your cock. But your hand points beside you.
Hellen scrambles to her feet and squats down at your side. You take her hand and guide it to your stiff cock. “You want me to fuck you,” you say as your wife jerks you off. “It’s been over a day since you came.”
At the thought of making love to you your wife shudders, but she shakes her head bravely.
“I don’t care what I want honey,” she says firmly. “You are my husband. I care about what you want.” She quickens her pace a bit. She knows what pleases you. “Please tell me how I can serve you, master.” You loll under her loving, horny movements and exhale with pleasure. Then you tell Hellen about your experiences with Alice and bring her up to date on the progress of your plan.
“You’re going to have to make some sacrifices in the near future honey,” you say, patting her head. You hope she knows what that means.
“All for you my husband and master,” she says simply. Her conviction is unwavering it seems. “Alice is all yours. Tell me what to do.”
And you do.
Writing Shark 