Go see your sister/daughter for the first time...

Your heart still pounding as you head down the stairs, you can't stop shaking as you get closer and closer. Hearing that sweet voice once more only worsening it... "I know Lola but I really don't have time to start a WHOLE other season right now..."

As you round the corner, you first see your mother, sitting on the couch with a smile as she sips her coffee. Taking a few more steps, your eyes widen at the sight of Lola beside your mom on the couch, cradling something in her arms you know you are responsible for... Taking another few steps, you freeze as your eyes look at the daughter you created with your mother in the shower all those years ago.

You are surprised to see her long beautiful strawberry blonde hair in a ponytail, a trait that must have been buried within your genetics. But her cute upturned nose and full lips she inherited from your mother less surprising yet very welcome.

"Morning sweetie..." Your mother says cheerfully as she notices you. Looking over at her immediately bringing back memories from the shower... You struggle to respond.

"Hey... morning..." You reply, before looking back at the recent addition to the family. Your heart skipping a beat as she looks over at you with a smile. Her beautiful blue eyes like looking in a mirror.

"Morning big brother!" She says cheerfully in her sweet voice.

Noticing your nervousness, Lola stares at you knowingly and teases, "I wondered when you were going to come back..." A mixture of anger and relief on her face.

"Sorry I um..." You stammer before you look away at your mom, a curious look on her face.

"Is everything ok?" Your now youngest sister and daughter asks, getting up to walk towards you.

"He's fine Phoebe... just finally back from whatever it was he was doing..." Lola says with a glare.

Hearing her name for the first time, you look at her with pride as she steps closer... Her tight T shirt showing off a pair of breasts she clearly inherited from mom.. While her height was clearly your influence, her body is the spitting image of your mother... A younger version of your favorite woman to breed...

"Well he doesn't look fine..." She says with a squint before asking, "Anyway I have to talk to you really quick, can you come up to my room?"

"Phoebe I think what I need to ask him is more important..." Lola snaps at her.

"What could be so important that you have to interrupt me..." Phoebe says, rolling her eyes.

Biting her lip, Lola has little intent of giving up your secret... She sighs, "Nothing... it's fine... go ahead." Pulling out her phone reflexively.

"See! Your all mine!" she teases as she leads you upstairs. Your mother shaking her head as she turns on the TV.