I never thought of my sister as beautiful but she was OK. She was 5’5” and weighed about 120 pounds. It had not been all that long since she got...her tits. I really liked her big, dark brown nipples and I wanted to suck them. I had often seen the dark spots and bumps thru her tee shirts when she walked around the house without a bra on. They were the first pair of tits that I had ever touched or even gotten a good look at other that the ones I saw on the internet or in magazines. I did see. Blame Mother Nature." They both agreed that we could all use a rest, but Kyra insisted that we all take a shower together. I heard no objections, and soon we were all under a warm stream of water. "Isn't this how this got started?" I queried. Both girls got a laugh from that observation. We all washed each other, paying special attention to cock and pussies. After, we all dried each other off, and stepped back into their room. "What do we do when you can't get hard?" Leesa asked innocently.. He asked how my family was, and I told him about Caroline and mother, and finally I talked about Sophie. His face dropped when I mentioned her name and he said he had been truly sorry about what had happened back then. He thought he had been bi-sexual, but when he met this boy, he felt he was gay for certain and he couldn't pretend to Sophie any more; it wasn't fair to her. His face was a picture when I told him Sophie was now living with a woman. He didn't know whether to laugh or look. I would pay up later, no doubt, but not yet.For now, my little princess needed her Daddy. I could already tell that she would be a Daddy's girl, because despite my lack of any shared genes with Vicky, she was very attached to me and would calm down immediately, especially once I spoke to her. Jen smiled at both of us and then took another photo, just for her own album, I suppose. The "proud papa", she called it. That fit me to a tee, of course. I might be a strange, unorthodox version by modern.