The daughters come downstairs

You head in the living room and take a seat on the sofa. A moment later, the three girls come downstairs. Emily in the back, still hesitant to make eye contact with you after seeing you in the buff earlier. No doubt she told her sisters what happened. You can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Hi, I'm Jenna." The oldest one says. She's average height, a brunette, and has medium sized boobs, obviously the most assertive of the group. She shakes your hand, but holds onto it for just long enough to make you uneasy.

"I've heard you already met my youngest sister Emily," as she motions towards her tall skinny blonde sister.

"And this is my other sister...."
"Amanda!" the other girl blurts out awkwardly. In the middle is a shorter girl with dark rimmed glasses, about 23. She shows no cleavage and seems to have the nerdy look going on. She has short combed over pixie style brown hair, she even has a book under her arm.

"Okay..." Jenna says, trying to dispel the awkwardness. "So we've got a few minutes til dinner's ready, so why don't we play a game? Oh! I know just the thing." She goes and rummages around in the closet for a bit.