Kimberly, the youngest member of the family

"Hey dad!" Kimberly smiled as she was the last of the girls to return back home, and he found her as cheerful as ever when she rushed up the driveway to their house.

In most ways she was the one of his girls who looked the most like her mother, at least as far as the fact that they were both blondes, and shared the same kind of cute little dimples when they laughed. Shirley had always been calm and laid back however, while her youngest daughter never seemed able to stay still for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

"Are the others at home already? And what are we having for lunch?" The young woman was already bubbling with energy when she passed him in the hallway, without even reflecting on the fact that her dad had probably never been home this early from work during her entire lifetime. "I think we've got enough in the fridge for a salad and sandwiches!"

"Yeah, sure..." Jack nodded, while just a little surprised that she of all people would start acting a bit more responsible now, when her mother wasn't around any more. His hopes were quickly put down however, as the girl was obviously not about to make said dishes herself, but instead suggested her oldest sister as the better cook.

"It's what she does for work, after all!" Kimberly grinned at him, before disappearing out the back door, and was obviously heading for the pool outside. Jack had spent several summers making that thing when he returned back home from work in the evenings, as he refused to spend all their money on hiring somebody else to do it for them, and now he could barely even remember the last time he'd actually used it himself.

For some reason he found himself following the girl outside, despite his lack of interest for having a conversation with her. She didn't even seem to notice though, and he watched her from the doorway while she tried the water with her bare toes, and then quickly started working her way out of her clothes. As per usual she was wearing a pair of tight fitting shorts, which could be used for both running and even swimming in a pinch, and also marked her as the by far most physically active among her sisters, as if the numbered white jersey she wore on top didn't say enough already.

She could no longer be mistaken for a boy though, like she'd been in her youth, despite the fact that she still used to cut her blonde hair short, and liked to wear the kind of bras and clothes that would keep her budding figure in check. Looking at her now it was clear to see that she was already blossoming though, and Jack found himself staring a bit more than he felt was appropriate while she revealed the bikini-top she'd been wearing underneath her usual clothes.

To say that she filled out the flimsy garment well was obviously an understatement, and even her father had some problems keeping his eyes in check while she straightened the straps and made sure the cups and shorts sat well on her shapely figure. For obvious reasons he decided to leave the door before she noticed him though, or else he might have trouble explaining his sudden fascination with her choice of clothes for the day...