tagIncest/TabooPicture Perfect Ch. 01: Rough Night

Picture Perfect Ch. 01: Rough Night

bySuperWriter©

"Dad."

Brandon felt a hand shaking his shoulder, but he was still half asleep.

"Dad!"

The shaking increased, forcing him to finally acknowledge the person. "...What?" His voice was hoarse and rough as he turned his head sideways on the hard pillow.

"You're supposed to take me to the mall this morning, remember...? The new book got released today." A soft, female voice was next to him.

Cracking an eye open, the youngest of his three daughters came into view as she stood beside his bed. Miracle's dark hair was long and curly like she forgot to come it, though he knew that's how she always wore it. She was wearing the plaid pajamas he'd gotten her for Christmas a couple years ago, the clothes hugging her slender and tall body. Her small, perky breast were even visible, both nipples poking out.

She had more of a pointy jaw and overall angular face like him, and sharper, facial features overall. Pale skin covered her smooth skin, probably because she stayed indoors much more than venturing outside.

"That was today?"

She hesitantly nodded. "Yes..."

"Are you sure you just didn't dream that I promised to take you? You'd be surprised how easy it can be to distort reality."

"D-Dad, please!" She shifted uncomfortably.

She's so easy to tease. He laughed a bit. "Alright, alright." A yawn escaped from his mouth as he forced his body to sit over the edge. "What time is it anyway?" He stifled another yawn, covering his mouth.

"Almost ten. Are you tired? I didn't hear you come home until really late..." She made a worried face.

"Yeah. The model at the photoshoot was a little goblin. No matter how good the photos turned out, she wanted to retake them until they were to her liking." Brandon shook his head. "That's the last time I do a private shoot."

"If you're that tired, we don't have to go..." His timid daughter bit her lip.

Miracle had almost been the most thoughtful and selfless out of his trio of girls. So whenever she wanted something for herself, he found it impossible to refuse her. "Are you trying to cancel our date? It's too late. You're not getting away now." He grinned at her.

"Thanks, Dad..." She gave him a gentle smile.

He nodded. "I guess I'll go head and get ready."

"Okay. I'll make you some breakfast in the meantime."

"You're not gonna give me more of that nasty tofu crap, are you?" He frowned, remembering the bland taste. I'd rather eat a shoe. His eyes trailed over his daughter's tight stomach. Eating that stuff is probably why she's in such good shape though, despite being locked in her room all the time.

She giggled. "It's good for you. I promise you'll get used to it."

I'd rather not get used to it at all... Brandon knew he wasn't exactly a spring chicken at forty-one. But he was in decent shape, looking like he was in his mid thirties. He even still had the same abs from his college days, though admittedly they weren't as toned. "Are you trying to say subtly I'm old?"

Her eyes popped open. "N-No! I wasn't saying that at all, Daddy. Forty is still really young and you don't even look it. Even my friend Sabrina has a huge crush on you..." She gasped and covered her mouth. "She made me swear not to say anything! Forget that part, okay!?" She stared directly into his eyes, breathing hard.

Brandon laughed. "I'll try."

She sighed in relief. "I just want you to be healthy..."

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "I know, sweetie. I'm just messing with you."

"You're always teasing me..." She laughed lightly.

"That's cause you're so easy!" He let her hand go and stretched his arms up. "Anyway, we should start getting ready..." He paused as he noticed his daughter's gaze fixed directly on his crotch.

Peeking down at himself, he saw that his hard dick pointed out from his stretchy briefs. He was shirtless too, so it was on full display. Well, I'd have to count this as one of the most awkward moments in my life. "It's just morning wood, honey. Nothing to be shocked over." He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, even if he felt the total opposite.

"R-Right, uh, sorry..." Miracle ripped her eyes away from his rod. "I-I'm gonna go do... That breakfast thing now, b-bye!" She rushed out of the room.

"...I think that went rather well." Brandon rubbed the back of his head. After getting showering and throwing on a pair of jeans and shirt, he entered the kitchen to sit at the circular, wooden table.

"Oh, you're done already, Dad?" Miracle turned her head to look at him as she flipped the tofu squares in the pan, standing before the stove to his left.

Looks like she already forgot about what happened... Or at least she's pretending like it.

"I wish you girls would adopt my habit of quick showers. The water bill this month was almost two hundred bucks." Brandon pulled out a chair and sat down.

She laughed. "You can probably blame that on Paris. She basically lives in the bathroom."

He thought about Paris, the oldest of his three daughters at twenty-two. She couldn't be any more different than Miracle. If she's classified as the 'nerd' type, then Paris is the cheerleader who runs the school. The only problem is that she isn't a teenager anymore. He mentally sighed and brushed the thoughts aside. "So, are you excited to be starting your first year of college after this summer break?" He decided to change the subject.

"I guess..." Miracle opened the carton of eggs on the counter beside her and took a couple out.

"It could be just me, but you sound exactly the total opposite of excited." A wry smile was on his face.

"Well... there's going to be so many people that I don't know and... I don't know..." She paused as she went to crack the first egg with a spoon. "It just makes me nervous..."

Brandon noticed Miracle's shyness at a very early age, and he figured she would grow out of it. But now officially an adult - at least in society's eyes, she wouldn't even leave the house if he or her two sisters weren't there; her best friend, Sabrina, too. I think she has that phobia of huge crowds or something... Maybe I should take her to a psychologist? But I definitely don't have the cash for some quack a thousand dollars an hour. It's my job as her father and guardian to help her anyway.

"Maybe you could try staying in the dorm like I suggested before?" It took a hell lot of convincing for her to take classes on campus in the first place, so I know I'm pushing my luck.

"But the college is only twenty minutes away, so isn't it easier to just stay at home?" She responded quietly.

She obviously chose a local college for that sole reason. "But the university would be paying for it, right? It might be a good experience -"

"I don't want to talk about it right now, Dad... please?" She turned her head to him.

He gave a defeated sigh. "Okay. But this conversation isn't over, alright?"

"Okay..." She timidly nodded and went back to cooking.

Some minutes later, she brought the finished food to him.

However, as he went to take a bite of the eggs, he paused, the fork at his mouth. "You know, honey... it's like, really hard to eat when you're staring at me like that."

Miracle was grinning ear to ear as she watched him from the other side of the table. "Oh, sorry..." She giggled. "I used new seasoning, so I just wanted your opinion." She stood up. "But I guess you can tell me after. I'm gonna go get ready!" She pattered away.

He smiled as he watched her disappear around the wall that divided the kitchen from the living room. Alone now, he finally started on his meal and took a bite of the fluffy, scrambled eggs, then the tofu squares. I was lying before, tofu doesn't taste like a shoe. It tastes like a shoe covered in dirt. He leaned his head to the side to check if Miracle was still upstairs before he hurriedly got up and scooped the white food into the garbage.

Forgive your sinful father, Miracle, but even you aren't cute enough to make me eat that slop.

"Caught red-handed!" A female voice accused from behind.

"I didn't do anything!" Brandon spun back to the person, nearly dropping his plate.

His daughter Paris doubled-over in laughter. "You should've seen your face!" She pointed straight at him. "It was so stupid." She snorted as she tried to suppress her laugh.

"Isn't it a bit too early for you to be a jerk?" He frowned and moved back to the table to sit again.

"Aww, did I upset the grumpy, old man?" She joined him at the other end where Miracle had been before. "I know how to keep a secret." Her expression was mischievous.

He quickly studied his oldest daughter. Her blonde hair - dyed from brunette, was short and styled, and they way it hung always reminded him of seaweed. She was undoubtedly beautiful and had large breasts due to the implants she got put in a couple years back, which he still had no clue how she paid for. Probably some sugar daddy. Her skin was also a bit darker cause of her frequent visits to the tanning salon.

She had dropped out from college a year ago and was now mooching off him again, which he planned to discuss with her as soon as he was done taking Miracle to the mall.

"What? I'm totally hot for my age." He resumed his meal and took another bite of the eggs.

"You sound like me." She laughed, amused.

"I know. See how ridiculous I sound?"

"Yeah." Her laughing trailed off. "Wait... I feel like you're insulting me somehow, but it's way too early too, and I'm practically running on 'E' right now." She put a hand to her head as if in pain.

He stopped eating to eye her disheveled appearance closer, her bra hanging halfway off and only wearing panties, though they were now hidden in her current sitting position. "I noticed your car wasn't in the driveway when I came home late last night. Where were you?"

"With some grandpa who offered to buy me some expensive dinner." She grunted.

"That's all?"

Paris lifted her head up to make eye contact. "Why don't you just ask what you really want to ask, Dad?"

"I wasn't really..." He hesitated. I guess I was indirectly asking what she assumes.

"No, Dad. I didn't fuck him. I'm not really into the whole saggy balls thing."

"Geez, Paris. Could you be any more inappropriate?" He put a hand on his forehead.

"Sure." She smirked. "I actually know some pretty creative names for female genitalia. Wanna hear?"

"I wonder where you got your smartassness from?" He looked up to the ceiling in thought as he muttered to himself. "There were questions about you possibly being switched at birth..."

"That's not funny." His daughter frowned. "And smartassness isn't even a word!" She paused. "Yeah... it isn't... I think." Her unsure eyes found the table.

Bless her heart. "And while we're on the subject of things and them being inappropriate, how many times do I have to tell you not to walk around the house half naked?" He involuntarily focused on her plump, Double D tits.

"What's the big deal? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

Brandon blew a tired breath out his nose. "You know, it's realllyyy easy for people to misunderstand when you say things like that. I'm pretty sure a father seeing his five year old daughter naked is a lot different when she's twenty-two." He smiled. "Besides, you barely had mosquito bites then."

"And you call me a jerk?" Paris's lips melted down, unhappily. "Well..." She squeezed her chest balloons together. "You can't say that now." She grinned. "Guys can't keep their eyes off them."

Before Brandon could react, his middle daughter strolled into the kitchen. "I know you're always on the lookout for your next sugar daddy and stuff, but could you maybe keep Dad out your slutiness?" Sasha stopped at the side of the table to his left.

He turned his head to her. She was twenty years old and also very different from her two sisters. While Miracle was more into books and the like, and Paris was into... well, herself. Sasha was the 'skater', 'goth' type if he had to put it into words. As evidence, she wore her usual tight jeans and Chuck Taylors with a tight t-shirt that read 'Fuck Off' in red, bold letters that dripped like blood. How lovely.

Her brunette hair was half blonde at the top, her long sideburns also dark. She also had a septum piercing, which he never understood since it just reminded him of bulls.

Paris rolled her eyes. "Shouldn't you be like sacrificing a virgin in a church somewhere, or out drinking blood?"

"Maybe. But then my weekends would be empty." The younger girl took a seat. "You understand."

"This is why everyone thought you were such a freak back in high school. You don't even try to deny being so weird."

Sasha lowered her eyelids and smiled coyly. "And why should I give a shit what other people think? So I could be popular, and be the school whore - like you?"

Paris chuckled. "Call me whatever you want, but at least I had more than two friends. Loser."

"Slut." Sasha shot back.

"Ahhhh. Okay, that's enough. If you wanna go fight do it somewhere where I can't see or hear you." Brandon restarted his now cold meal.

"I didn't want to come out with her here in the first place." Sasha sent a nasty look her older sister's way, then put her gaze on him. "But I wanted to ask are you still coming to my rehearsal at noon, Dad?"

Damn, I completely forgot about that. She had skipped college after high school to purse her love of theater. He had seen several of her plays in the two year plan since she became an aspiring actor, though they were all mostly small performances that paid very little. And he supported her a hundred percent, though he admits that he'd lost a bit of faith of her making it big anytime soon. "Do I ever miss your rehearsals, sweetheart?" He smiled convincingly.

"Yeah. Last week." She deadpanned.

"Oh." He froze. "Well, I'll definitely be there today. I just gotta take Miracle to the mall for a new book."

"Why doesn't she just download them from the internet like normal geeks?" Paris raised an eyebrow.

"Can you not call your sister a geek, please?" Brandon said seriously. "You know she takes that stuff to heart."

"I was jokingggg." Paris stuck out her tongue and blew it.

He hurriedly covered his food to prevent any spit from hitting. "Ew. Could you not do that?"

"I actually think it's pretty cool Miracle likes real books." Sasha commented. "Though she could learn to leave the house once in awhile."

Of course they're aware of her severe shyness too.

Paris scoffed. "Why am I not surprised? You think anything weird is cool."

Sasha frowned. "You're the last person who should be judging anybody -"

"Nope!" Brandon raised his hand. "I'm not listening to you cluck back and forth again."

"What are we, chickens...?" Sasha muttered and got to her feet. "I was just leaving anyway. You better not be late, Brandon." She made eye contact and left the room.

"Daddy." Paris called all of a sudden.

I can practically hear the favor she wants to ask already. "...Yes?"

"Do you mind if I tag along with you and Miracle to the mall? There's something I want to check out there." She leaned forward on her elbows, her expression soft.

He wanted to call her out right then and there for the puppy dog display that she was so obviously putting on, but just like with his youngest, he would falter under her pleasing gaze. "Fine. Just don't take forever in the shower this time, okay? Because if I'm late to Sasha's rehearsal, she'll bite my head off." He knew how good she was at giving him the cold shoulder when she was upset.

She got up and waved a dismissive hand as she walked away, laughing. "I'll only be an hour."

"Paris!"

Her laugh got even louder as she went back upstairs. Finished eating, he joined Miracle outside to hop in his black Sedan to finally head to the mall.

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