I decided to ask him later at breakfast why he had so many skirts, tops and even some shoes. I started searching a towel again and after some minutes ... finally found them. They were stored in a little wardrobe and I took one out. I heard something falling to the floor and as I looked I found some photos which were stored between the towels. Why Jack stores photos between his towels? was all I could think so I picked them up and looked at them. I WAS SHOCKED! On the photos there was Jack. Not. “Said the girl who begged to touch her brother’s cock.”She stared at me. Apparently I looked nervous, or tired from being nervous, because her head cocked to one side and I felt like I was under a microscope.“So you really want to know whether I let him see my boobs,” she said.“Yes,” I said, perhaps too eagerly.“You’re jealous!” she squeaked.“Not so loud!” I hushed.“You are. You’re jealous of some boy groping my boobs.”“He groped them?” I whined.She grinned, and cupped her breasts, lifting them. Her boobs had grown to full C-cup size. But even earlier in the day, I had noticed that her fuller, mature hips now made her into a truly sexy woman. Seeing them as they slid under the water, sent my cock rising to full attention and as she surfaced a few seconds later and flipped onto her back, my heart caught in my throat. Her feet found bottom and she stood up in water that was a little less than four feet deep, pulling her hair back from her face and squeezing it out, lifting her perfect. I'm being serious. Linda Carter and Gal Gadot got nothing on you. You take such good care of everything - the kids, your job, the house, me. Of course, I noticed. I think I feel like it is so obvious how hard you work, I don't think it is something I need to voice. I assumed you just knew how I felt. It is so obvious to everyone how hard you work."Pretty good save, huh?A few tense moments of silence pass before she says, "Thank you for saying that." While I don't really need to hear praises.