Chapter 5

Six weeks later...

“Take it easy, babe ... don’t push yourself,” Ashley urged me as I tried to get around the kitchen during my recovery.

“Yeah, be careful, dear,” Tracy encouraged me now.

“Honey, we delayed Thanksgiving for you. It will happen tomorrow night, just over a week before Christmas. We want you to make it to the dinner, okay?” Karen said as she touched my face lovingly.

“What she said,” Michelle agreed, “we love you, don’t you know? All of us do, you big stud!”

“That we do, papi!” Carmen put in her two cents.

“Sweetie, this is just our love for you, you know,” Kayla chimed in now.

“Listen, hoss, we’re all pulling for you, so don’t do anything stupid, okay?” Brian told me gruffly.

“Yeah, Daddy! Don’t hurt yourself being macho, alright?” Amber warned me.

“Yeah, be careful ... we only have one Daddy, even if Uncle Brian is rather nice,” Amanda agreed.

“A lot better than Eddie, Tyrone, or Tyrell,” Amber agreed on that with her twin.

“Tell me about it!” Amanda snorted.

“Speaking of them, what happened?” I asked Tracy now.

“He pleaded guilty to aggravated assault. He’s to be sentenced on January 25. Likely facing two to five years in the state pen. He had priors, but not as many as you’d think. A huge poser. Yes, I made it clear that I’d testify against him and that helped sink his chances. His buddies also turned on him and he’s looking at added charges thanks to them. No honor among thieves, I suppose. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy,” my wife smirked.

“So ... you’ve really changed your tune,” I noted while sitting at the breakfast table and digging into the strawberry pancakes, bacon, and fried eggs, sunny side up.

“I’ll say! See where the tattoo is gone? All gone, baby! I’ll do it with the right kind of brotha, just like the right kind of any type, but I’m no Queen of Spades anymore, I assure you! Oh, and Karen and I have ... made a pact, a deal. The divorce is dropped, since you were in no shape to pursue it ... and she gets to be your second wife ... bigamously. Too bad it’s not official, because the laws would forbid that, but you get the idea. We’re both your wives, you see.

“Ashley’s your girlfriend, as are Michelle, Kayla, and Carmen. Michelle and Ashley are Brian’s wives as well as your girlfriends, of course. Oh, and Kayla, Karen, Carmen, and I are his girlfriends, okay? Also, Kayla and Carmen are engaged to marry each other ... legally ... and so are Ashley and Karen now,” Tracy outlined the new, complex family dynamic decided for me while I recuperated.

Amber and Amanda then drew it out on paper for me, just to help, such sweet girls that they were! I could have sworn that they were hitting on me a couple of times. Me, their own father! Now, I could have objected to this arrangement, but honestly, they could have sucked it from my own brains. They had proposed damn near my ideal arrangement, with the only real catch being that I would prefer that we were both married to each of the ladies, Brian and I. That aside, it was smooth as silk.

“There is ... one other detail, Daddy,” Amber now broached something that was awkward as fuck.

“We want ... to date you as well. Both of us. We want this ... for keeps, too. Basically, we want to join your little harem ... on our eighteenth birthdays, that is. That’s our ideal birthday gift to celebrate our entry to adulthood. We know that it’s incest, that it’s taboo, that it’s illegal. We just don’t care.

“We’d ... also sleep with ... your lovers, all of them, including Mom. We’ve seen your lifestyle up close and realized that we never want to leave you and we believe in this way of life. There’s so much love, joy, harmony, etc. So, what do you say ... Daddy?” Amanda picked up from her sister.

I turned pale as a sheet and damn near fainted, but thankfully, I was already seated. That was good, because my knees almost gave out. It wasn’t every day that one’s own daughters openly confessed to feelings of a romantic and sexual nature toward their own father! They nearly dared me to fuck them right then, but they didn’t wish to scare me ... What was I to do now?