Brie swallowed. "Mhmm."
"Well," Bea separated from her big sister. "Lemme know if you need anything while you get settled. I'll be in my room."
Batin'.
***
Bea came downstairs, a little disheveled, forty or so minutes later to find Brie sitting on the couch next to Dad, with Ben on the wing back chair where he liked to f**k Bea. Brie was wearing a scandalously low cut tanktop and lounge shorts that showed off every inch of her toned legs. Brie wore a very similar outfit, though the tanktop was much less scandalous. Bea thought her legs looked as good, though.
A nun. As if. Fuckbot McJiggles was in the middle of laughing at something Dad said. Dad was funny, as Dads were. His eyes were somehow not watching the jiggles, carefully up and away, and Bea's Superman was doing his thing, enfo
