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I do it though. Anything for an easy life. Crouching on the floor in my towel, I grab Kalen’s shorts and pass them to him.
“You do it, if I bend down I’ll puke!”
Sighing, I gather up the material and tap the top of his foot for him to lift. He places his hands on the top of my head for balance and moans loudly as he wobbles.
“What the fuck!?” I jump at the sound of an angry voice behind me and spin to see Aadi standing in the doorway. “What the fuck are you doing to my sister?!”
“She’s putting my pants on. Why?” Kalen asks, confused. I snigger. He must really be feeling unwell if he can’t see how this looks. In fact, I would have expected him to be thrusting his monster cock in my face. It’s too good an opportunity to miss.
Ignoring Aadi, I tap Kalen’s other foot and help guide it through the leg hole. Done, I guide the shorts up his legs and around his waist.
“There you go,” I say, standing. “You can do them up yourself.”
“Thanks, sis,” he whimpers.
“She’s not your damn sister, you sick fuck!” Aadi seethes.
“Okay, okay, enough. Aadi, get out. Kalen, go for a damn shower.”
I leave them both and stomp back along the hallway to my own room. Once I’m dried and dressed, I hastily throw the rest of my stuff into my suitcase. There’s not much to take back; I left most of my things here, not needing them in the dead of winter back in England. I’m just checking in on Elsie and the guys back home when there’s a knock at my door.
Kalen pokes his head around, eyes lighting up when he sees my half empty suitcase lying open on the bed.
“Oh good! Have you finished packing?”
“Pretty much, why?”
“My case is full. Can I put some stuff in yours?”
“Sure. So long as it’s not drugs or anything that’s going to get me stopped by security.” I laugh.
“I did that to Onyx once. He beat me so bad I’d never do it again,” Kalen says seriously. I can only imagine.
“Fine. Get in here. But if I’m over the weight limit, you’re damn well paying for it!”
“No problem, sis!”
“Not your damn sister, Kalen,” I sigh, like a broken record stuck on repeat. Kalen just gives me a quick peck on the cheek before dumping the armful of crap he’s holding down into my case in a heap. It’s a total mess, but I’m not exactly Marie Kondo when it comes to packing and folding anyway so I don’t whinge at him.
“What is all this crap?” I frown, staring at a wooden boomerang that’s somehow got tangled around my pants.
“Souvenirs. Presents. Authentic Aussie momentos. You know. Stuff.” Kalen shrugs. I finger the inflatable life sized kangaroo and raise a brow at him. “It’s for Onyx.”
I shake my head and decide it’s best not to ask.
“Listen, are you ready? We have to go see—”
“Your grandma! Of course I’m ready! I can’t believe you’ve hidden her away from me this whole time. Old people love me! We’re going to be besties, bonding over knitting and blue rinses.”
I snort at the visual image of the poised and elegant, yet tiny and terrifying lady I met a few days ago doing knitting while having a blue tint put on her hair and getting a perm. Kalen’s in for a rude awakening if he’s expecting my grandmother to be a frail little old lady. Even without Baxter’s insight, I could tell right away that she isn’t someone to mess with.
“Mmm-hmm,” I reply noncommittally. “Since when have you had a blue rinse?”
“One year I convinced Slate to dress as a Samurai warrior for Halloween, but didn’t tell him I was ordering him the Mulan costume. His revenge was to dye my hair blue. I looked like a freaking Smurf for weeks.”
“I would have loved to have seen that.” I laugh.
“I’m sure we can dig out the pictures. Slate rocked a kimono.”
