“Dad! When did you get here? Did Mom... ?”“Just me. We looked up the scores and the competition clips last night and I decided to catch a plane ...own from Omaha early this morning. Sorry I didn’t get here for the start of the match. I heard there were some fireworks.”“Yeah. It was nothing intentional. I think it did more to throw him off than me. It’s just these two...” I pointed at Bree and Allison.“We’re sorry, Tony. I had no idea they’d create such a mess,” Bree said.“I told her about them. Her nipples were like strawberries, dark pink ones and her young breasts were fully rounded and pointed upward and outward, the size and shape of softballs. Ginger's had been kind of conical. He almost reached for them but quickly put his hands behind him, feeling his big cock tremble, his balls throb."Has she got any hair on her snatch, dear brother, or is she too young, you cradle robber? Let me show you hair." She wiggled off her tight shorts and tiny thong. "Look, I shaved, but I left this. ’ ‘I’ve got to sort things out eventually. Maybe something will jog my memory.’ We worked all day going through the stuff in the house, sorting, categorizing, and boxing. Heather was good at deciding what records needed to be kept or thrown away. I found some records on my real Dad. He and Mom were married right before he did his first tour in Viet Nam. The picture on my dresser was taken while he was home on leave before he returned to the war. He became MIA right before the fall of Saigon and. My Dad went ape-shit. He grounded her for the entire summer and she has been a total bitch since then.”“It can’t be easy to live up to an older sister like you,” Phil said with a shrug.“What does that mean?” Stacy wondered.“Oh, come on,” Phil replied. “All she’s heard for 10 years is ‘Why can’t you be more like your sister?’ You’re pretty; you’re smart; you’re funny. You have a great boyfriend who absolutely adores you. I’ll bet you got straight As in high school. Hell, I’ll bet you got.