Karen is a year older at sixteen and Crystal is a year younger at fourteen. They all have very pretty naturally curly brown hair. Mom’s hair is to h...r shoulders while my sister’s keep their hair almost to their waist. My sisters are just about the same height and size as Mom is because they are always trying to borrow her clothes. The main difference is in the boobs. They all wear a size thirty-four bra but Mom takes a C-cup, Karen a B-cup, and Crystal wears an A-cup.So anyway I’m just inches. "Yes baby, you like that don't you? You are going to love what daddy does to you tonight." He played with her clit as he sucked her nipples then his finger went to her cunt. He ran a finger around her tight hole and she moaned more. He then slid a finger inside her as he sucked a nipple hard and began to finger fuck her. His sweet daughter began to moan and wiggle under his busy fingers. The more she moaned and moved the harder and deeper he fingered her. He then knew it was time for her to. I gathered some courage and went to our cabin and while climbing for my birth I touched her breasts and hips deliberately. And climbed over to my side I then looked at her and she smiled at me and I returned her smile.I was staring at her all night long, I could see her curves and cleavage and a glimpse of her hip. At around 2 pm I woke up and climbed down form my birth while climbing down I shook her gently. She woke up instantly and looked at me I signaled her to join me and left. I waited. The thought of a bath had a certain appeal. Still, I wanted in and out. No lingering for any accidental walk-ins. So, I stepped into the shower stall.The water felt good. I stood under the pulsing stream for a moment, letting it beat on my back and shoulders. Then I got some shampoo and lathered up my hair. Regardless of how much shampoo ads talked about no-tears shampoos, I always closed my eyes when washing or conditioning my hair. Years of habit. I was also used to feeling the occasional.