Daddy's Incestuous Birthday Gift
The figure smiled as it took its newest creation, a thick belt of dark-brown leather with an oval buckle cover. On it was engraved "Best Dad." It slipped through the mist and appeared in the box store. Nondescript, no one noticed it.
The figure slipped through the shoppers with ease, weaving between their unseeing gazes. Their eyes slid over the figure as if it were not even there. In moments, it reached the small men's wear section and hung the belt on a rack with others.
By the time it had slipped out into the mist, three girls had shown up. Sisters. The eldest had blonde hair and a nose ring, her large breasts filling out her top. The next oldest was slender and ephemeral, a quiet girl who pushed up her glasses. The youngest had a bounce to her step, her breasts round, bigger than my middle daughter, and a playful smile burst on her lips.
"This is it!" she squealed and grabbed the belt.
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Trevor Daniels
"Happy birthday to you!" sang my three daughters. Janelle, Sarah, and Tonya were all crowded around me as my birthday cake sat before me, two candles were on the cake, both fours. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear daddy! Happy birthday to you!"
"Make a wish!" squealed Tonya, my youngest at eighteen.
I leaned over and blew out the candle. The two flames snuffed out on the number of candles. Wisps of bluish smoke rose from them, the scent of melted wax flaring in the air. My daughters clapped. Janelle, the oldest at twenty-one, plucked the candles free, her nose ring glinting in the light.
"Forty-four!" said Tonya, shaking her head. She was precocious. "What did you wish for, you old fart!" She said it playfully.
"Tonya," Sarah hissed, nudging her elbow into her younger sister. At nineteen, she was a slender girl, her brown hair cut in a cute bob about her face. They all had their mother in their features in some way. Mary's nose on Janelle, her eyes and ears on Sarah, and her lips and chin on Tonya. "Don't be rude."
"Daddy knows I'm playing," Tonya said, rolling her eyes. "Right, Daddy?" She fluttered her blue eyes at me, her blonde hair, gathered in pigtails, falling about her too innocent face.
"She's just jealous because she's a young fart," I said, grinning at Sarah.
"Yep!" Tonya said. "Super duper jelly."
I glanced down at the cake. "That looks great, girls. I hope you didn't destroy the kitchen making it."
"Chill, Dad, I did it," Janelle said. She wore a belly shirt and a pair of hip-hugging jeans. I sighed at how revealing it was. I remember when all three of them were such little princesses, adorable and demure. That was back when their mother had still been alive.
If Mary was here, would she have kept Janelle from dressing like that? Tonya was starting to emulate her older sister, wearing a tight pair of shorts that showed off her coltish legs and a crop top that hugged her figure. Slender Sarah, who though she was two years older than Tonya, somehow looked younger in her t-shirt and skirt, grabbed a knife.
"Let's get the cake cut," said Sarah. "It's chocolate."
"Your favorite, right, Daddy?" Tonya asked. "I made sure we made your favorite."
"Yeah, and that's about all you did," Janelle said as she grabbed the paper plates.
"I chose the gift!" Tonya grinned at me. "You wanna see it, Daddy? Huh? It's perfect."
"Sure," I said as Sarah cut the cake and put a big corner piece on the paper plate Janelle held. She then thrust it out at me with a plastic fork. My eldest daughter had a bright smile on her lips. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Dad," Janelle said. "We got to take care of you, you old fart."
I gave her a look.
Janelle grinned back at me. "If you're not going to start dating again, then we're going to have to take care of you. That's really unfair, Dad. We're young women. We should be out having a great time, but here we are, slaving away to make you happy."
"I tried dating," I muttered. "It's hard. There are these damned apps. You know, when I was your age, we didn't have apps. Fuck, we didn't even have cell phones, let alone smartphones. You actually had to go and meet people. I met your mother at this party."
Janelle gave me a bright smile. "Poor you. Having to deal with apps. You're getting old, pops. Soon, you're going to be drooling and in diapers."
"Good thing I have three cute daughters to take care of me," I said. "I dealt with you when you were all in diapers, so fair is fair."
Janelle's cheeks blushed and she squirmed.
"Want me to break out the pictures?" I asked. "Shame that latest boyfriend of yours isn't here."
"Chad's not my boyfriend," Janelle said. "We just hook up. No biggie."
I shook my head. No biggie? She was twenty-one, so it wasn't like I could do anything about it.
"Here you are, Daddy," Tonya said, darting in with a long, narrow box wrapped up in red wrapping paper adorned with Christmas trees. It was nowhere near that time of year, but it was probably all we had in the house. She thrust it out at me. "I hope you love it."
"Yeah," Janelle said.
"It's perfect," Sarah said, pushing up her glasses and smiling at me.
I undid the ribbon and then tore at the wrapping paper, this excitement swelling through me. My three little girls were all around me, beaming at me. My heart pounded in my chest. I don't know why, but it was so touching. I might have had to raise them on my own for the twelve years, but I had done a good enough job. They didn't hate me. We mostly got along.
None of them had come home and told me they were pregnant, thank god.
I opened the box and found a leather belt with a thick belt buckle that read...
"Damn," I said, emotion swirling through me as I read what was embossed on there. Tears stung my eyes. I stroked the words. Best Dad. I had to keep a hard rein on my emotions to keep them from galloping out of control.
"Do you like it?" Tonya asked, her voice tight. She stared up at me with her blue eyes.
They all were waiting. Sarah's hazel eyes stared at me behind her glasses. Janelle's baby blues trembled. She had her hands clasped together as I drew the belt buckle out of the box and grinned at my girls.
"It's perfect," I said, my voice cracking just a bit. I cleared my throat. "Thanks."
"You are the best dad," Tonya said as I pulled my three girls into a hug, the belt dangling from my hand.
"Yeah, you raised two fine girls," Janelle said, "and one brat."
"Yep," Tonya said, her arms tight around my torso. "Sarah is such a brat."
We all burst into chuckles. I squeezed my girls and then released them. I held the belt out before me, staring at the words again. I mean, it was perfect. I rubbed my finger over those letters, letting them sear into my soul.
