Father-daughter

Tom looked at Sarah's I.D. "Sarah Saunders...are we still married?"

His younger wife shrugged and smiled at him before she turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Well, this is different," she muttered, looking at her body and turning one way before glancing over her shoulder at her ass. "Definitely different."

Tom glanced at his wife in front of him for a moment and, while there was still some of Sarah's old personality apparent in her demeanor and behavior, there was little physical similarity between his wife of 20 years and the 18 year-old minx in front of him.

Sarah, after she was finished looking at herself, turned and looked at Tom. "So, what do you think?"

Before he could say anything, or do anything, there was the sound of the door opening below and several footsteps in the kitchen, causing both of them to look at each other. "Who's that?" she whispered and Tom just shrugged, equally at a loss. The two of them walked down the stairs until they reached the area where the noise was coming from and when they popped into the kitchen, the person standing there turned and smiled. "Well, let me look at you..."

Sarah blinked in surprise but she stood there, still, before the woman came over and after cooing and fussing a bit over the cheerleader uniform, nodded in approval and gave her a warm hug. "You're carrying on the family tradition! Thank goodness you tried extra hard all these years, it's finally paid off." The woman brushed Sarah's brown hair before she turned and smiled, giving Tom a kiss on the cheek. "Best remember to thank your dad here too. He worked his butt off getting you to all those camps!"

The two of them blinked before Sarah, somehow finding her voice, followed the woman's advice. "T-Thanks, T..Dad."

Tom, for his part, quickly hid the surprise from being noticeable on his face, which failed, but the woman merely assumed it was a bit embarrassment to being kissed in front of their daughter. "She's a grown young woman, no shame in getting a kiss from your wife." She laughed a bit more before she glanced at the clock and motioned for them to get going before they would be late.

After the two of them got to the garage, Sarah turned and looked at Tom who was equally confused and more than a bit disturbed. "What happened back there?"

"W-Well...if you're my daughter, stands to reason I have a wife, right?" He picked up his wallet and opened it, noticing the cards and then a slightly worn family photo. "See? This was taken two years ago, making you 16 at the time. I'm here, she's there, and then there's two more girls here. Meaning you have sisters as well."

Sarah paused for a moment and when she was quiet like this, it usually meant that she was upset or deeply disturbed. Tom, for his part, merely let her stand there for a moment before he unlocked and motioned for her to hop in the car. "Listen, Sarah..."