into my boots. Walking over to a chair in the shade I plop down and start to remove them.
“What’s the big deal, they’re just shoes?”
Just shoes? Oh, he didn’t say that.
Effin’ men.
“A fine ass bitch in short shorts and cowboy boots,” Shawn coons. “There is nothing sexier.” His voice goes flat. “They were a waste on your sister.” Shawn grabs a beer from one of the larger coolers as Kylie walks in his direction.
I guess he wasn’t sorry after all.
What a jerk.
“Hey jerk, turn your dick-o-meter off. I’m not having your shit this weekend.” Kylie looks like a midget compared to Shawn. He doesn’t say anything back to her, just continues looking down at her as he takes a sip from the bottle. Kylie turns to look at me. “Come on, let’s get you into a bathing suit and us a drink.” I second that, at least on the drink end. I needed one when I walked in, and I need it even more now.
I follow, leaving my boots outside.
Spotting my weekend bag by the backdoor, I scoop it up. Mason or Shawn must have brought our bags from the truck, since I left mine.
“I’m going to go change, can I use your bedroom?” I ask Kylie as we enter the kitchen.
“Of course you can. I’ll make us margaritas. Sound good?”
“Yes, please and with a double side shot of tequila.” My brother’s girlfriend laughs. There is nothing better than a frozen strawberry margarita and a pool. They go together like brownies and ice cream. You can have one without the other, but it’s not near as good.
“Coming right up, sweets.” Kylie’s voice fades out when I reach the hallway that goes down to their bedroom, Shane’s bedroom, the computer room, and the bathroom. It’s a small house, but it’s perfect for the three of them and I know they don’t plan on staying here forever. It’s a rental that they’ve lived in for over three years.
I quickly change into my black halter-top one-piece swimsuit and then pull on another pair of shorts to cover my chunky legs. Without alcohol, I’m overly self-conscious of my appearance around others. Especially when perfection clad in ink, jeans, and a loose t-shirt is around.
Why do I like him? It’s an endless question I ask myself too often. I don’t get it. Why can’t I turn it off?
I finish and head back out to find Kylie only to run straight into Shane when I exit my brother’s bedroom.
“Easy, killer.” His voice sounds tired.
“Sorry, Shane.” When I pull back, I see he’s only wearing a pair of boxer briefs that probably means he just woke up. I’ve grown up with him darn near my whole life, so seeing him almost naked does not faze me in the slightest.
“It’s fine, precious.” He shakes his head as if telling me it isn’t a big deal. “I’m heading back to bed. See you in a few hours.”
“Back to bed?” It’s late afternoon. Who sleeps this late? His brother doesn’t even sleep this late.
“The only reason I’m up is because I heard you scream then I couldn’t go back to sleep until I took a piss. I pulled a double so I was at the hospital for over twenty-four hours. I just got home late this morning.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Damn, I feel bad now. Like my brother and Kylie, Shane is also in his second year of residency at the same hospital they are all attending medical school at.
“Don’t sweat it, kiddo. It’s not a problem.”
“Okay, you go back to bed. Kylie was bringing out the tequila a few minutes ago so I’m going to head back.” I nod in the direction down the hall leading toward the kitchen
“Oh. Lord.” He shakes his head again.
“What?”
“You and tequila, darlin’.” That’s all he says before walking into his room and shutting himself in darkness. I think I understand why they all have their window’s blacked out, so when the lights are off, it’s pitch black inside their bedrooms. I guess working long hours happens a lot.
Sure enough when I walk back through, there is a
“What’s the big deal, they’re just shoes?”
Just shoes? Oh, he didn’t say that.
Effin’ men.
“A fine ass bitch in short shorts and cowboy boots,” Shawn coons. “There is nothing sexier.” His voice goes flat. “They were a waste on your sister.” Shawn grabs a beer from one of the larger coolers as Kylie walks in his direction.
I guess he wasn’t sorry after all.
What a jerk.
“Hey jerk, turn your dick-o-meter off. I’m not having your shit this weekend.” Kylie looks like a midget compared to Shawn. He doesn’t say anything back to her, just continues looking down at her as he takes a sip from the bottle. Kylie turns to look at me. “Come on, let’s get you into a bathing suit and us a drink.” I second that, at least on the drink end. I needed one when I walked in, and I need it even more now.
I follow, leaving my boots outside.
Spotting my weekend bag by the backdoor, I scoop it up. Mason or Shawn must have brought our bags from the truck, since I left mine.
“I’m going to go change, can I use your bedroom?” I ask Kylie as we enter the kitchen.
“Of course you can. I’ll make us margaritas. Sound good?”
“Yes, please and with a double side shot of tequila.” My brother’s girlfriend laughs. There is nothing better than a frozen strawberry margarita and a pool. They go together like brownies and ice cream. You can have one without the other, but it’s not near as good.
“Coming right up, sweets.” Kylie’s voice fades out when I reach the hallway that goes down to their bedroom, Shane’s bedroom, the computer room, and the bathroom. It’s a small house, but it’s perfect for the three of them and I know they don’t plan on staying here forever. It’s a rental that they’ve lived in for over three years.
I quickly change into my black halter-top one-piece swimsuit and then pull on another pair of shorts to cover my chunky legs. Without alcohol, I’m overly self-conscious of my appearance around others. Especially when perfection clad in ink, jeans, and a loose t-shirt is around.
Why do I like him? It’s an endless question I ask myself too often. I don’t get it. Why can’t I turn it off?
I finish and head back out to find Kylie only to run straight into Shane when I exit my brother’s bedroom.
“Easy, killer.” His voice sounds tired.
“Sorry, Shane.” When I pull back, I see he’s only wearing a pair of boxer briefs that probably means he just woke up. I’ve grown up with him darn near my whole life, so seeing him almost naked does not faze me in the slightest.
“It’s fine, precious.” He shakes his head as if telling me it isn’t a big deal. “I’m heading back to bed. See you in a few hours.”
“Back to bed?” It’s late afternoon. Who sleeps this late? His brother doesn’t even sleep this late.
“The only reason I’m up is because I heard you scream then I couldn’t go back to sleep until I took a piss. I pulled a double so I was at the hospital for over twenty-four hours. I just got home late this morning.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Damn, I feel bad now. Like my brother and Kylie, Shane is also in his second year of residency at the same hospital they are all attending medical school at.
“Don’t sweat it, kiddo. It’s not a problem.”
“Okay, you go back to bed. Kylie was bringing out the tequila a few minutes ago so I’m going to head back.” I nod in the direction down the hall leading toward the kitchen
“Oh. Lord.” He shakes his head again.
“What?”
“You and tequila, darlin’.” That’s all he says before walking into his room and shutting himself in darkness. I think I understand why they all have their window’s blacked out, so when the lights are off, it’s pitch black inside their bedrooms. I guess working long hours happens a lot.
Sure enough when I walk back through, there is a
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