She was pushing her luck by prolonging the inevitable. As Becca slowly rinsed the soap off her body, she knew that if she remained in her room, her Father was liable to come in and drag her out. Naked and all. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to irritate the living hell out of her wonderful Daddy. A smirk of amusement crossed her lips, which showed how much better she was feeling. Half an hour had passed since she had crawled into the shower and the more time she spent under the spray, the better she felt.<br/><br/>But alas, all good things must come to an end.<br/><br/>Becca reached for the knob and shut off the cold water, not bothering with a towel as she stepped out and walked into her bedroom. She winced at the glaring sunlight, hating her Father all the more for forcing her out of bed so early. She could still be sleeping, burrowed in her sheets until a few more hours passed! Rolling her eyes, she stepped over the shoes and clothes scattered on the floor and went into her closet. She halfway turned to go back to her drawer and grab a pair of panties but shrugged, heading further into her closet. She didn't need panties...she was going to church, not to school. Stifling a yawn, Becca grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped them on, smirking as she felt the rough fabric tease her sex. She shuddered, her body responding as if someone had flipped a switch, but she ignored it, knowing that her time was quickly diminishing. Father could barge in at any moment...<br/><br/>Reaching for her black bra, Becca quickly put it on as she grabbed a black designer top, walking out of the closet while she was jerking it over her head. She winced, looking around for her sunglasses. When her eyes landed on her hair brush, she looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head; there was no way in hell she was going to brush her hair when she had a headache the size of New York. She would put her hair up once it dried. Slipping her sunglasses on, Becca jerked her door open, not bothering to slip on any shoes. If all worked out in her favor, she would be crawling back into bed in an hour.<br/><br/>She knew how to sweeten up her Daddy...plus, if he was adamant about taking them to church, Becca would just force Bri to go for her. One triplet was better than no triplet, right?<br/><br/>Making her way down the stairs,  Becca had to stop once to gain control of her stomach. She still felt rather queasy. As if by magic, she saw Bri coming out of the kitchen with a bagel and smiled. "Bri!" Rushing towards her, she smiled brightly as she quickly snapped up the top half of the bagel her sister had toasted. It was the way Becca was; always taking from others, never asking merely doing whatever she pleased. Taking a bite out of it, she looped her arm around her sister's and leaned close, murmuring as they walked towards where their father was, "Do you know why he's woken us up this fucking early?"