A FAMILY AFFAIR: DADDY KNOWS BEST

2pm on Saturday afternoon and I just ended another god damn 70 hour work week and only had the next 34 hours off before I had to do it all over again. I hate that damn place, I hardly make shit and I work like slave. The fucking old lady spends my check before it is even in the bank, her n them no good kids are bleeding me dry. I knew I should have never gotten married and had them three kids. Two boys back to back, only a year apart and then my little girl, pretty as can be, but dumb as a box of rocks, just like her ma. Best I can hope for is that she don’t get knocked up before she moves outta the house.

Every Saturday was the same ‘ol routine. Work then down to the corner tavern to meet up with the same guys I’d known all my life. We were practically brothers, all four of us were rowdy as hell and really don’t give a damn about much these days. Drinking is the only there is to do, besides it keeps me away from that fucking mad house I call home.

Teenagers – in and out, always wanting something but never lifting a damn finger to earn their keep. I shook my head just thinking about it. I needed to teach them a lesson or two about the hard knocks in life I learned as a young boy. I spit on the ground every time I even think about my pop and how I grew up. Love mama but my daddy was a true son-of-a-bitch and I celebrated the day we buried him 6 ft. deep.

I blame him for the way I think. Everything he put me through, as much as I hated i t at the time, lately I catch these thoughts creepin’ into my head about me doing the same things that my daddy did to me and I can’t seem to the thoughts outta my head. That’s one reason why I drink so much these days. Gotta try to fight the urge I’ve been havin.

I put out my cigarette as I open the door to the bar and heard by buddies, already liquored up,laughing bitching and giving the bar keep a hard time as she poured another round of shots for the gang. Tonight was going to be a wild one, I could promise you that. It was my best buddy Jack’s birthday and we kicked it up a notch when we actually had something to celebrate.

After a couple hours of hard core drinking, my wife called me to let me know that her sister was sick and that she was driving out to take care of her for a couple of days.

I hung up the phone and told the guys “Crap. The wife has to go outta town and is leaving me with those damn kids, fuck me.”

Jokingly Jack said “Damn, there went my birthday present. I was hoping you were gonna let me fuck your wife tonight.” The guys found it funny and we all shared a laugh. I chuckled at the thought and replied,

“Well the wife’s outta the question for the evening, but I do have a daughter and two boys back at the house that you could have your way with.”

My craziest friend Charlie jumped in right away telling the guys that he saw my daughter just the other day and her tits were so tight under her tank top he couldn’t help but staring. He nodded as he told them that she was looking real nice. Even I couldn’t deny that fact. She had turned out to be one sexy little piece of ass & knew all the teenage boys in town couldn’t wait to get an opportunity to get her alone and get their dicks wet.

I am her own damn father and I find that I find myself having impure thoughts as she prances around the house in just her bra and panties. I swear she does it on purpose. The other day I swear I caught a devilish grin on her face as she kissed me one the check before leaving the house wearing a low cut top with her tits practically shoved in my face. It’s like she enjoys catching me sometimes looking at her that way so she does it even more. Fucking little tease.

I could tell what my friend Ray, who was a little on the bi-side, was thinking when I had mentioned my two boys. It didn’t bother none of us, cause when we were growing up, Ray would suck us all off every chance he got. Even now, every once and awhile after one of our nights of drinking he will crash at my place and before passing out give me one of those old fashioned jobs where I blow it all over his face. I knew if he had the chance to play with my boys, he would jump at it in an instant.

Knowing what Ray was thinking was exactly the kind of thoughts that I was trying to drink away. My own dad had taught me what he thought it meant to earn my keep when I was much younger then my own kids and every night growing up he had his way with me. My mama knew of his dirty little secret, and sometimes if daddy was real mad at her he would force her to watch and sometimes even join in as he abused my ass and cock as if it was his for the taking.