Catherine, the oldest of Jack's daughters

As Jack arrived at home that day he'd expected the house to be empty, but found the door already unlocked and one pair of familiar shoes on the rug just inside. The black leather and high heels could mean only one of them, and he wasn't surprised to find the door to her room ajar when he reached the top of the stairs.

"Oh, hi dad!" Catherine greeted him as he peeked inside, and he found the oldest of his daughters looking back at him in the mirror she was currently posing in front of. As always her room was a mess, with various clothes and trinkets strewn all over the place, and the only constant he could find, apart from the wide bed and that full body mirror, was the lingering scent of her mild, yet alluring perfume. "Are you home already?"

"They gave me the rest of the week off." Jack told her a white lie, as he wasn't even sure himself how long his sudden 'vacation' would be, and he certainly wasn't ready to explain his horrible morning just yet. More importantly though, he found himself frowning while asking the same question in return. "Aren't you supposed to be working too?"

"I always have the short shift on Mondays!" The girl just laughed at him, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. To a man like Jack it had always been a mystery how some people could work any less than eight hours a day, while still calling it a full-time occupation. And now his own daughter was telling him that she didn't even do her usual five to six hours at least one day a week...?

"So, what do you think?" She asked him while turning around to face him, changing the subject as smoothly as her long black hair flowed around her slender shoulders. She'd always been good at catching people off guard like that, and today was no different when she showed off the silky blue dress she was wearing, which clung to her shapely figure like a second skin. "Do you think I could have it?"

"... Sure." Jack just mumbled eventually, while finding nothing to complain too much about. For just a second he'd wanted to scold her for her expensive habits, as she was clearly unable to hold on to the money she was making at work, but then he suddenly realized where he'd seen that same dress many times before.

It was almost difficult to think that his wife had left something she liked so much as her favorite dresses behind, and while he hated to be reminded of that woman at the moment, he couldn't deny it was better their kids made use of her old clothes than just throwing them all on a pyre. Still it was a bitter reminder off better days though, and he quickly decided to leave the room before his daughter was able to show him what else she'd managed to salvage from her mother's wardrobe.

Glancing back at the girl he came to realize again how much she'd grown over the last couple of years, and even if the differences were many she was still very much like her mother had been in her youth. While Shirley had always been soft and cute though, her daughter was in many ways by far more striking in terms of beauty. Her nose and the shape of her face in particular were by far much sharper, which was even further emphasized by her piercing blue eyes.

The thick and wavy black hair, in comparison to her mother's platinum blonde and her father's dark brown, had also given rise to some suspicions regarding her parentage. Multiple DNA tests when she was still a kid had proven Jack as the real father though, just like Shirley had insisted from the start of her pregnancy, and they'd eventually accepted it as a peculiar twist of fate which only added to the girl's exotic looks.

It wasn't until just a couple of years ago he noticed that she and her sisters were growing even more to their mother's likeness however, of which he was abruptly reminded as he watched the girl tugging at the tight-fitting dress she'd picked from Shirley's crowded wardrobe. It certainly hugged her figure in just the right places, and he was just barely able to avert his eyes in time while she started peeling the garment off her, but not before he could see her flashing him a lewd little smile in the mirror.

She'd always been careless and flirtatious like that, even around her own father, which made it even stranger that a beauty like her had never brought any boyfriends back to their house. Perhaps they could see right through her fickle nature, unlike Jack himself had failed to do with the woman he married.

Either way he quickly decided it was well about time to leave the room, before she'd stripped out of her clothes entirely, and he heard himself grumbling something about 'modesty' before he closed the door on his way out...