Only One Regret (Only One 5)

"Oh, hey, you two," my mother says with a smile. "Still roughhousing." She shakes her head.

"We came to get the girls," my father announces, looking around the room for them.

"They are upstairs packing," Erika says, pointing at the staircase. "From what I think they understood, they are packing all their stuff."

My father laughs. "Fine by me." He walks over to the railing and shouts, "Girls!"

"I see where you get it from," Erika says of my father shouting up the stairs.

"Dad," I prompt, walking to him. "One night." I hold up a finger.

"I never see them." He looks at me and almost whines. "It’s the only time I get to spend time with them."

"Oh, please." I roll my eyes, putting my hands on my hips. "That might work on Mom." I point with my thumb over at my mom, who just shakes her head.

"Let’s play it by ear.” My mother smiles, walking toward the stairs and going up them.

"Yeah," my father says. "Let’s play it by ear."

I look over at Erika, who cleans up and pretends not to laugh. It takes my mother a minute to come back down with a bag packed, the girls running to my father, who bends down and picks them both up. "You were right. They were trying to shove everything in this bag." She holds up the small backpack, then she looks over at me, and her smile is gone. "Why can’t you fix your bed in the morning like Erika?” she says, shaking her head and mumbling, and I look over at Erika whose eyes go big. She hasn’t even slept under those sheets, let alone made that bed.

"Say bye to your father and Auntie Erika.” My father nudges, and I lean down and kiss both girls.

"I’ll see you guys tomorrow," I say and see Erika come out and kiss them both.

"You two have fun," my mother suggests to both of us. "And sleep in." She closes the door behind her.

"Oh, we are definitely going to sleep in.” I walk to the back door and lock it. “Now." I turn and clap my hands together. "Let’s get in the shower." I hold out my hand for her and pull her behind me as I lead her to the shower in my bedroom. "We haven’t showered together in eight days." I look over at her, and she laughs.

"Is that a pout, Mr. Grant?" she asks as I walk past the bed that we didn’t make this morning and toward the bathroom.

Dropping her hand, I walk to the shower and turn it on, then walk back to her, pulling down my shorts. My cock springs free and ready. "It is a pout." I walk over to her and kiss her lips and push the shirt over her shoulders, and it falls to the floor. My hand goes to her back when I grab the string and pull it loose and then follow with the same one at her neck. Bending my head, I kiss the top of her breast.

"I can think of something that will turn that pout upside down," she teases, pulling loose the two strings on her hips, and the bikini bottoms fall to the floor also. She walks away from me, going into the shower, and getting on her knees. I follow her in, and she definitely turns my pout upside down.

"What are you going to wear?" she asks when she wraps herself in the white towel. Her hair is already wrapped up on top of her head.

"Shorts," I answer. "Shirt." She laughs. "It’s the same thing I wear every day in the summer."

She comes over to me as I step out of the shower and grabs my towel. "I’m going to wear a dress," she says, getting up on her tippy-toes and kissing under my chin. "What time are we leaving?"

"Whenever you want," I reply, and she looks up at me.

"What time is everyone going?" she asks, and I shrug. "Didn’t you ask?"

"Nope." I smirk. "Because we’re not going to the pub."

"What?" she asks, shocked.

"It’s the first night without the girls, and the last place I want to bring you is the pub, so I’m taking you out on a date," I say of the plan I put into motion this morning. "Just you and me."

Her mouth opens at the same time that she smiles. "You're taking me out on a date."

"Yup," I confirm. "I don’t know what type of date." I’m honest with her. "I tried to google places.”

She puts a finger on my lips. “As long as it’s just us, it’ll be perfect," she says and turns around. "I’m going to go and get pretty for you."

My eyebrows pinch together. "Erika." I call her name and she turns back. "Too late, you’re already beautiful."

"Smooth, kid, smooth." She walks back into her bedroom and closes the door, and I fucking hate it. This is the last time we do this family vacation and pretend to not share a room, I think to myself, grabbing my boxers and getting dressed. I put on my blue shorts when the door to her room opens, and she comes out wearing a strapless white bra and lace panties. "I don’t have anything nice to wear," she says, and I can see her eyes filling with tears. "Like I have all those clothes at home," she says. "All I have here is vacation outfits, and I didn’t pack anything."