But my sister was either not picking up on that, or just feeling the need to assert her dominance because she was still hovering in the door. “Is something wrong, Dakota?”
I wasn’t sure what my sister was getting at, so I answered for Dakota.
“Yes,” I said. “We’re hot. Let us in the damn house. It’s ninety degrees outside and I’m sweating my balls off.”
My sister made a face and stepped aside. “You must be tired, too.”
“We are.” It was late Friday night. I went into the house and Dakota followed me.
I heard her sigh of relief to be in a cooler temperature. The sun had been beating down on us on the stoop. “Do you want to take a shower?” I asked her. “I can show you to your room.”
She nodded, looking wilted. “Thank you.”
“Where is she staying?” I asked Madeline.
“In the bunk room with the girls.”
Madeline had a bunk room with three sets of bunks for sleepovers and family. I guess it made sense but, at the same time, I felt bad for Dakota. It didn’t exactly sound comfortable for a twenty-eight-year woman. “It has an en suite bathroom,” I told her, trying to sell it.
Maybe this hadn’t been my best idea.
My nephews were in the family room and they were craning their necks to get a look at Dakota. The youngest, who was fourteen, had a look on his face that could only be described as pre-drooling. I was amused. Hell, I was thirty-nine and that was my reaction to Dakota half of the time. I went over and gave them fist-bumps. “What’s up, guys?”
They all scrambled to their feet and it wasn’t to greet me. It was to get a better look at Dakota. Willow and Poppy had settled down onto the couch with my brother-in-law, who was showing them something on his phone. He stood up too and we had handshakes and greetings, while Dakota stood behind me, quiet.
I didn’t think she was uncomfortable with the social dynamic. I think she was still just overheated. After I had greeted everyone, I put my hand on the small of her back. “I’ll show you upstairs.”
She had an overnight bag and she went up the stairs with it at my urging. When we got in the bunk room, I closed the door behind us and locked it.
“What are you doing?” she said. “I thought you were scared of your sister.”
“I just need to kiss you. Really quickly.” I cupped her cheeks and brushed my lips over hers. “This might have been a mistake.”
Dakota shrugged. “Why? I hope I wasn’t rude. I just need to get out of these clothes.” She stepped back and peeled off her T-shirt. “That’s better.” Then she undid her bra and tossed it on one of the lower bunks. “Is that the bathroom?” She pointed to a door and undid the snap on her shorts.
My mouth was hot and my cock was hard. “Yes, that’s the bathroom.”
“Cool.” She shoved her shorts down and walked to the bathroom in nothing but her thong. “Bye, Brandon.” She turned at the door and posed against the doorframe. “Your sister cockblocked you by putting me in here with the girls. It’s going to be a long weekend.”
“You’re torturing me.” She was. Her nipples were taut and begging to be sucked. Her panties were black, but sheer. There really wasn’t even any point to their existence, that I could tell.
“I don’t make the rules,” she said, giving me a grin. Then she went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I heard the lock turn.
Adjusting my cock in my jeans, I unlocked the door to the bunk room and went back downstairs.
“Is everything okay?” Madeline asked, putting bowls of snacks on the coffee table in the family room.
“Yes. Dakota just doesn’t like the heat.”
“Bring her to Texas then, that’s smart,” Chris joked.
“She’s our nanny,” Poppy said, like that explained everything. She grabbed a handful of chips and shoved them in her mouth.
“Mom, can we have a nanny?” My nephew, Ridge, who was seventeen, gave a grin.
“Knock it off, Ridge,” Madeline said. “Or I’ll get you a Mrs. Doubtfire.”
I sat down on the giant sectional, kicking off my sneakers. I reached for my own handful of potato chips.