The sleepover was in full swing, with little chance of sleep as the teenage girls gossiped and giggled, as they shared secrets – and withheld others. But while the others' voices reached crescendos, Maia, the oldest of the four and serving nominally as host – it was her bedroom, at least, they were gathered in; her secret stash they were drinking from – remained quiet. There were some things she couldn't share even with her friends, even with her younger sister: namely, that for over a year, she had been sleeping with her father, delighting in the pleasure she could bring in by subjugating her young body to his every desire. The tall, handsome man was the subject of the fantasies of many of her friends; but only she, or so she thought, was able to live out those fantasies in the night.<br/><br/>Pale and slim, Maia had light skin and long, strawberry blonde hair; her figure was lithe and toned, her face still bearing a hint of cherubic innocence despite the mysterious smile playing on her glitter-glossed lips. Sitting cross-legged on the pink carpet of her bedroom, she was wearing a pair of very short, hot pink boyshorts and a cropped white t-shirt that bared her flat stomach and hugged her slender curves. A glass of wine sat half-drunk by her side, along with the DVDs they'd watched abandoned in favour of gossip and intrigue. She watched her friends carefully, smiled when they smiled, laughed when they laughed – but behind her eyes glimmered that murmuring question: when would she be able to sneak off to see her father?<br/><br/>She could not have been more of a contrast from loud, boisterous Jenna, the 16 year old best friend of Ashlee, Maia's younger sister. Jenna had a once-innocent crush on her friends' father, but it was no longer innocent. Fatherless herself, she saw in him everything she missed, and much more, and he featured in increasingly lurid fantasies she was not shy of sharing. She flirted with him, practically threw herself at him, at every opportunity, and tonight was no exception: she kept 'jokingly' wondering what would happen if he walked them in and found them all in there together, scantily clad and excited.<br/><br/>16 years old with her petite figure having filled out with supple, womanly curves as she matured, she had snow white skin, brown hair dyed jet black to match her “alternative” style, and smokey brown eyes with a haunting, intriguing smile always playing at her lips. She was the troublestarter of the three, always the most adventurous and outgoing, though her cutesy outfit – lilac shorts, a yellow cartoon vest top, and a bow holding back her long hair – hardly matched that. Sitting on the edge of Maia's bed, swinging her legs back and forth as she rolled another joint in her lap. Behind her wild, fun-loving exterior, there was a sad, lonely young woman. She still hadn't found a way to fill that hole she felt so keenly.