“Well, you can wear it Saturday,” I say, and she looks at me with her mouth open. “Let’s get these clothes put away so we can hit the pool.”
“Smooth,” she says, putting the dress and the heels aside. “How did she know my size?”
“She’s a magician when it comes to this stuff.” I wink at her and take a pile of clothes to the spare bedroom. “Let’s put this in the drawers,” I say, opening the first two and then Caroline walks in the room with her clothes.
“What are you doing?” she asks me and Dylan, confused.
“I’m putting away my clothes so I can go in the pool,” Dylan answers her. I want to laugh, but I try not to.
“But why here?” She looks at me.
“You can put your stuff with mine.” I motion with my head. “There are some empty drawers.”
“But that’s …” she starts to say.
“Mom, can we go to the pool?” Dylan asks, and I have to say I owe him one.
“Yeah, go get changed so we can go to the pool,” I say, and she puts the clothes on the bed and turns to walk out of the room. I finish with Dylan and hand him his blue swimming trunks, and he runs to change. I grab her clothes from the bed, trying to scoop them all up in my arms but dropping a couple of pieces on the way to my bedroom. I walk in and dump them all on the bed, knowing they all have to be fixed now. I’m picking up one when the door opens, and she walks out and I have to sit down.
“I think she got this one right,” Caroline says. I look at her, and there are no words coming out of my mouth.
She stands there in a bikini. “That’s going back,” I say, and she laughs. It’s a green color, and the top molds her breasts, and I see the string holding up the two triangles that look a bit too small for her tits. “Or maybe it’s perfect for later, but it’s not okay to go to the pool.”
“What?” she asks, looking down at herself. “It’s perfect.” She adjusts one of the triangles, but there isn’t that much more material.
“I’m ready.” Dylan comes running into the room showing off his blue shorts. “Do we have to bring towels?”
“Um, no,” I say, putting my hand on my knee. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” Caroline laughs.
“Go get changed,” she says, and I look at the bikini bottom, and I swear it’s too small. If she goes into the water, it might ride up. Her long legs look even longer. She turns around, and I jump off the bed, taking off my shirt and wrapping it around her. “What are you doing?” she asks, confused.
“You’re naked,” I say, turning to see if Dylan saw her.
“I’m not naked. It’s cheeky.” She laughs. “At least that is what was written on the tag.”
“It’s called not in this fucking lifetime,” I say. “Put on shorts.”
“I’m not putting on shorts, Justin,” she says, trying to push me away laughing. “Go get changed. Dylan is waiting, and I think he looks like he is going to cry.” I drop my hands in fear that he’s crying and turn to look at him as he stands there unamused by whatever is going on with us.
“Can we go?” he says. “Please.”
“Go change,” she says and then she spots the clothes on the bed. “What are those doing here?”
“I’m helping you put away your stuff,” I say. “I have to go change,” I say, walking into the closet and grabbing my blue shorts. I walk to the bathroom to change, and when I come out, the clothes are gone. “Caroline,” I call her name, and I see them both on the couch waiting for me, but she at least put on a cover-up. Her hair is almost now braided on the side.
“Finally,” Dylan says, getting up, and I see he’s wearing a new pair of flip-flops.
“Let’s go,” I say to him and then grab Caroline’s hand while we walk out. “Where are your clothes?”
“Away,” she says, teasing me. “I put them away.”
“I’m just going to move them,” I say, and I swear I sound like a child throwing a tantrum.
We walk all the way to the end of the hall, and I press the button leading us outside to the pool. I guess no one is here; it’s a community pool, but no one actually uses it.
“Look at how big the pool is, Mom,” Dylan says, going to one of the five cabanas and taking off his flip-flops.
“You need sunscreen,” I say. Walking into the cabana, I open one of the cupboards and take out a basket of sunscreen. I walk back to him and spray some on him and then rub it in. “Now you can go,” I say, and he runs all the way to the pool, I’m about to tell him not to run when he yells.
“Cannonball!” Holding his legs up, he jumps in.
“You think he’s excited?” Caroline says from beside me as she slips off her cover-up. “I don’t think we’ve ever just sat near the pool. We used to go to the public pool every day when he was five.”
“You need sunscreen,” I say as I look at her pale skin, and my hands itch to rub it on her.
“Do I?” she says, and I pull her into my arms and turn her around so Dylan doesn’t see my hands going straight to her ass. “I definitely need sunscreen on my ass.”
My cock springs to action and is ready to go, and she feels it, so I bend and kiss her. Her hands wrap around my neck, and I swear I wish I could pick her up and carry her over to one of the chairs and lay her down and get lost in her. “Justin,” she whispers my name when I leave her lips and make my way down to her neck. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, I can finish,” I say, looking at her, “but you are going to have to walk out before me.” Looking down at my cock, I say, “Give me a minute.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “I’ll give you a minute,” she says and walks away on her tippy toes, her perfect ass on display, and I know that after she takes that bikini off, its disappearance will be a mystery. She walks to the steps of the pool and slowly walks in as Dylan gets out and then jumps back in. I walk to the pool, using the stairs, too, but I sit on one of the steps, and she walks over to me in the waist-high water. “You still need a minute?” she jokes with me.
“Very funny.” I reach out and pull her to me. She sits on my lap, and we spend the time laughing while we watch Dylan jump into the pool over and over again. The only time my arms aren’t around her is when Dylan and I both do cannonballs, but then I swing to her and bring her with me.
“I’m being an old man,” Dylan says, lifting his hand out of the water.
“You’ve been in the water for three hours,” I say from the side. For the past three hours, the three of us have gotten to know each other better. I found out that Caroline is two years and two days older than me. I found out that Dylan hates math in school, which I can get. I found out that Caroline loves to read and has read everything the library has to offer. I found out that her eyes sparkle when she’s really not thinking about anything and is in the moment. They tease me when I tell them I’m afraid of spiders. I kiss Caroline and then look back at Dylan.
“Let’s get going.” I get out of the water and walk over to the cabana and grab two towels. Caroline comes out first, and if I didn’t hate the bikini before, I hate it now. Her nipples are hard and almost poking out. “Cover yourself.” I wrap her in a towel, locking her arms inside. I hold her towel up while I hand Dylan his, and she laughs.