Competition

When I returned, they seemed to have come to a consensus as to how the contest would be decided. Although, the explanation of the rules was paused when the food caused a distraction. During the break, I was made to promise that I would accept their method of choosing. And that the contest would continue until a clear winner had been determined.

I should have known something had been pre-planned, but I’d completely missed the identifying clue. While I’d been upstairs, they had all removed their shoes and socks. So, not being in the habit of looking at their feet, and figuring that I could no longer be blamed for the outcome, I agreed. My assumption, however, was quickly proven false as they had decided I would be picking my favorite particular traits instead of the overall individual. When I pointed out that I wasn’t going to choose a favorite, they said that everyone has personal preferences and that I had agreed to the rules.

I still tried unsuccessfully to get out of it by suggesting they just do ‘rock, scissors, paper’? Ultimately, I lost what few fatherly points I’d gained with the food and water by succumbing to their pleading. At least I held out for about five minutes. I’m guessing that was the remaining amount of time the alcohol needed to really hit our systems. Soon after that I was feeling a good buzz and was seated in a chair turned to face an open space where they lined up in front of me.

Ruby, started, “Which one of us is prettiest?”

My mouth dropped open as I found myself in the same predicament as before. “There is no way I can answer that question. You’re all equally beautiful in your own ways.”

Demurring slightly she countered with, “We know you think of us as daughters. If you didn’t we wouldn’t want to live here. We all love you just as much. And as our daddy, you’re supposed to say things like you have been. But that is against the rules of this contest. You have to pick.”

I shook my head. “I’m not just saying that. You each have striking features. You’re all a definite nine!”

“Nine?” was whined out from three pouting young women.

“Yes, nine! In my opinion, a nine is way better than a ten. You’re as good-looking as a ten, but tens are too … I don’t know, fake, unapproachable. With a ten you never know how much is plastic and their personalities usually suck. You each have a friendly quality that makes you ‘real’ even though you’re absolutely drop-dead gorgeous … you know, supernova.”

By the time I’d finished explaining, their blushing had me hoping the trap that they had laid for me was a dud. And just as quickly the hope died when Sakura took her turn. “In that case, we will start at the top. Who has the best hair?”

I shook my head again. “All of you take care of your hair. You all have thick, shiny hair that looks healthy and is cut to fit both your personalities and facial structures. I like all of your colors and styles equally.”

Eva jumped in next. “Your cheating, Dad! Now please just tell us what you like best about us. How about eyes? Who has the prettiest eyes?”

I almost deflected the question again but they had said the contest would continue until a clear winner was chosen. If I didn’t start answering, I’d just end up with them angry at me for not playing along. Then again if I chose someone definitively, two of them would be hurt and mad at me. In my numbed mind, I decided to spread out the praise. That way, I’d be playing along but wouldn’t be choosing one over the other.

“Well, I like how Eva’s huge bright blue eyes really pop with her blond hair. Ruby’s green eyes are nice too and complement her auburn hair. But, Sakura’s dark exotic eyes, really draw you in. I’m not the only one that thinks so either. Wearing scrubs makes it hard to tell what your figures are like but I’ve seen plenty of guys trying to figure them out. Sakura is the one that seems to keep their eyes on her eyes the most. If you go by that, I’d have to agree.”

Two daughters seemed to deflate slightly while Sakura grinned. “You like my eyes, Daddy?”

“Yes, Sweetheart. I like your eyes. That doesn’t mean I don’t like Ruby’s and Eva’s though.”

“How about noses?” Ruby asked.

“Well, Sakura’s match her other features the most. Eva’s is beautiful but draws the eye to her mouth, so it makes it hard to count it best. Ruby has that cute upturn with the sprinkle of freckles that makes me smile when I look at it. I guess I’m saying Ruby’s, although it’s very close.”

Ruby was beaming when she asked, “Smiles?”

My buzz almost caused me to blurt out my answer because it was a strong win but I forced myself to slow down. “Ruby always has that half smirk that says ‘I’ve got a secret’, and draws you to her so you can find out what it is. Sakura looks shy and makes you want to run to her to protect her. And Eva’s is just a great friendly smile until she looks at me. I’ve noticed she has a special smile that only I seem to get and it simply lights up my world when she offers it to me. So Eva wins for her smile.”

Of course, I got one of Eva’s special smiles and in my loose state, I almost lost myself in it. All three girls seemed both pleased with their individual victories but even more determined to get the decisive win. They moved behind the bar to huddle without me hearing. When they returned to their spots in front of me they nodded to each other before Eva was elected to speak for the group.

“We’ve agreed that you talk a good ‘Dad Game’ but we need a winner, so here goes. We know you love us as if we are your real daughters and we love you for lots of reasons. As daughters, as friends, as employees, but you’re a man. As a Dad, you’re too diplomatic. We want you to look at us as a man. Pretend you’re on a dating app and you want to find the perfect woman.”

“Why, I have three right here?” I blurted out before I could stop myself, causing all three to grin and giggle.

“Dad, be a man. If you saw us walking down the street and didn’t know us, who would you be watching with your eyes?”

“I can’t say. Not because I’m avoiding anything. It’s because I haven’t seen any of you in anything but scrubs for years. I remember what you wore in high school, but that was still years ago and all of you have matured since then.”

They turned to each other with the same determined looks of “Oh no you don’t! You’re not getting named his favorite if I can help it!” And before I realized what was happening, scrub tops were being lifted from their young bodies. In barely a blink, I was presented with a view I never dreamt I’d experience.

Two bras and a tight-fitting tee shirt instead of the third bra were exposed to my eyes as the girls took a step closer to me. They seemed extremely eager to win my approval. I’m not even sure if they knew what they were competing for. Or maybe I was the one that failed to see their goal. Either way, I couldn’t help but admire their tone torsos.

“Well?” encouraged Eva.

I was losing sight of being Dad and was slipping into the role of the guy they wanted the opinion of, but I hadn’t completely lost out to my little brain. “Girls … You, uh. You shouldn’t be doing this.”

Ruby thrust her chest out a little and pointed out that a bra wasn’t any different than a bikini. She and Eva then looked at Sakura and started gazing at her well-defined breasts. They may have been hidden behind cloth but there was no hiding their shape. Nor could Sakura hide her slowly forming blush as her nipples hardened under our scrutiny. I was guessing a B-cub. But with her being an athletic 5’1″, they were not only perfect in shape but sized perfectly for her physique.

Eva glanced at Ruby and then down at her bra and gave them both another stink eye, before an even more determined glair. I guess she realized that while her bra was a comfortable garment for housing her breasts, it hid them far more than her opponent’s.

While I was distracted by Sakura’s beautiful chest, Eva sought to regain my attention and discarded her bra. “What do you think, Daddy? I know you like mine better.” Of course, my eyes were instantly locked on Eva’s slightly larger breasts. Guessing, I put them still B-cup but closer to a C. Although with an extra inch of height, she and Sakura seemed to have matching torsos. I almost reached for the offering but managed to hold my reaction to a soft moan. Like Sakura’s, they’re of perfect shape but hers have hard pink nipples the size of gumdrops.

Not wanting to be outdone Ruby’s bra quickly hit the floor to expose two round C-cups sitting high on her chest. The perky mounds were tipped with slightly upturned nipples that begged to be tweaked.

“You guys are cheating!” exclaimed Sakura before losing her shirt to the pile on the floor. I was drawn to her brown nipples surrounded by quarter-sized areolas with tiny bumps on them. I must have moaned too loud because Sakura announced, “See, he chose mine! I’m his favorite!”

Not to be deterred, Ruby and Eva moved in close enough for me to be almost within licking distance. Although, to my credit, the last vestiges of fatherhood peeked out as I shook myself and told them to back up.

I was proud of my resolve until I stood and began walking around the trio. I just had to get the images burned into my brain from the height I’d normally be gazing at them. I assumed this was a drunken one-off and I wanted to get as much out of it as possible.

“Yes,” I thought a few seconds later, “I’m a lousy father!” For several minutes, I looked and kept looking from every angle until I finally shrugged. “I can’t choose. I like them all! Girls like you are the reason it’s so hard for men to stay faithful. Even as a guy and not as your dad, I can’t choose.”

“But Daddy,” Ruby cooed as she pulled my hands up to cup her magnificent orbs. “You know mine are the biggest, and more firm.”

“Most firm,” I corrected reflexively. Although I wasn’t sure, considering I was a touch drunk and the subject of her sentence was only implied. My words were followed closely by a sigh of satisfaction. They were firm alright! Her nipples tried to push through my palms as I began to gently squeeze the forbidden fruit in my grasp.