She had a nervous smile and an apologetic nature. Her hair was dark brown with red highlights, which was unusual enough to be the first thing about he... that I noticed. She was tall, almost six foot, and looked more like a runner than a fashion model.The next thing I realized about her was that she was observant and quick to pick up things. She asked almost as many questions as Ron had and didn't make much small talk. She was serious about wanting to fly. I found out later that she had soloed in. A tall stack of pancakes was set in front of me, all heart-shaped.“Thank you Penelope Erin.”“Happy Birthday, Daddy.” And another kiss.Another plate full of pork sausage patties, all heart-shaped was set out next.“Thank you Paula Erin.”“Happy Birthday, Daddy.” And one more kiss.A mug of hot chocolate and a huge glass of grapefruit juice followed.“Thank you Genevieve Lynn.”“Happy Birthday, Father.” And another kiss, with a tear. Father?Utensils and napkins were set out for me.“Thank you, Erin. Had she known, one would have to guess she would have avoided the walk home.The school day came and went like all the others. A few of the boys had made a pass at her obviously being driven crazy by her looks, but she just giggled and thanked them. Meanwhile, her Rancher neighbors had spent a tough morning deciding on what to do with their beloved dog. Even though the wall was down, they didn’t want to keep their dog in all day especially if it was going to be on the hot side with neither of. Janet saw the prettiness of her daughter’s ass, the quick flash of her little cunt while her knees were back. Janet had her dress to her waist, her legs parted widely. She shoved her ass to the edge of the couch, the tight crotch of her panties bulging slightly, cupping her hairy cunt. Her eyes smouldered as she watched her son kiss his sister’s quivering, little stomach. Shari gurgled in pleasure, spreading her slender thighs wide. Janet stared at the sugary slit of Shari’s young cunt, seeing.