Carlie slowly moved her hair bush down her long, wavy Blondie hair, looking it the mirror at her reflection. Her father had always told her that she looked like her mother when she was her age, only with a cuter, more child like face. Carlie's beautiful blue eyes matched her wavy Blondie hair perfectly, both inherited by her mother. But Carile hated this. She had to be the one cursed with the looks of her evil, cheating, mother. The one who broke her father's heart. She tried to turn her and her sister away from him, but the two girls knew well who was the real culprit. Of course, the signs were obvious. Her mother seemed fine with the divorce. Her father became depressed. He stooped smiling. It seemed that he completely broke off from life. Carlie prayed every night, hoping that something would bring her father back. And luckily, something did.<br/><br/>Carlie put own the brush, and stood up. But before she walked away from the mirror, she looked at her breasts. Her big, juicy breasts. They were very large for her age. Large for a grown woman, even. She had bigger breasts than her older sister, who was more than a year older than her. But her sister had better legs. Not that Carlie had bad legs, but since Celeste was two heads taller than she, it figured. Still, they were both equally attractive in their own way. Carlie's boobs, and Celeste's legs. Or at least, that was visible. Who knew what Celeste's vagina looked like? Was it small, big, hairy, shaven? Carlie had no idea. Sure, she shaved her pubic hair, but did her sister?<br/><br/>Carlie walked out of her room, and into the kitchen. She at least suspected to see her father there, but no one was in the room besides herself. Carlie walked into the study, but no one was in there, either. Where was everybody? Celeste wasn't in their bedroom, and her father wasn't in the kitchen or study. Where were they? Maybe somewhere upstairs? Maybe father was helping Celeste with something? Carlie shrugged, and decided to go look. She walked over to the stairs, and gently put one foot in front of the other. She stopped when she began to hear sounds. Strange sounds, like moaning. It was too soft to hear clearly. What was going on?<br/><br/>Carlie walked slowly and quietly up the stairs. The moaning got louder and louder. She heard her father, but the other sounds were to quiet. What was going on? Was father sick? When Carlie reached the top of the stairs, she tip toed to her father's bedroom door. There was two people in the room, her father and someone else. A woman! Did father find a woman to replace father? Carlie started to shake, and nervousness and a deep sadness filled her large chest. Maybe it was a porno?<br/><br/>Carlie put her hand on the doornob, and slowly and quietly opened the door. What she saw was definitely not a porno. It was her sister, sucking on her father's dick. Carlie gasped quietly, and her eyes grew wide with horror. Her sister was having incest with her father! This was terrifying! Carlie felt like she was going to throw up!<br/><br/>And what her father said afterwards made Carlie snap.<br/><br/>He said that Celeste was a good girl. A PERFECT girl! The way he said his words to her, how she made him so happy, made Carlie fill with sadness and sorrow. It sounded like...that father loved Celeste more than he loved her. He said that she was the perfect girl for him. What about Carlie? Her eyes filled with tears. She knew he always looked at Celeste more! Always smiled at her more, always talked with her more! A tear fell down Carlie's cheek. "No..." she whispered. "No...no, no no no!" with each "no" her voice got louder. "No!!!" she finally screamed, backing up against the wall. She hit the wall, and threw up on the opposite wall. She sunk down the wall, and covered her crying eyes with her hands. "No Daddy! Why!? Why are you doing this!? WHY!?" she cried loudly, making loud whining and sobbing noises. It was only a matter of time. Soon, her father and sister will fall deeper in love, and eventually separate themselves from her. Soon, they will leave her. Alone. With her mother. It was only a matter of time. Because father loved Celeste more than her!