Bring 'em back.

As they began entering the car themselves, I slapped myself.

"Hey, w--" I began. Then stopped.

No, they wouldn't hear me. Oh, well. I'd just do it silently then. In that cool, mystical telepathic kinda way.

Wishing to myself, the two girls suddenly stopped. I watched them from uptop inside, through the window as they began talking to each other. I loved that they were physical when they interacted. No, no, that didn't mean they were fingering each other. Just that they moved -- hands, chins, even their lips when they laughed.

Suddenly, they closed their respective doors, and began heading back towards the house. Not, however, before grabbing their bikinis from the trunk. I was starting to salivate at the mere rush of having this control over others, when suddenly,

"John?"

A mousy voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to see Nat's younger sister by a year at the open doorway of her own bedroom. Apparently looking like she had just woken up. What were Saturdays for, I guessed.

With a confused wrinkle, she looked me up and down. "When did you get here?"

I counted it down. "'Bout 10 minutes ago."

Deepening wrinkles. I didn't need this right now, so decided to get her back to her lil' business.

"Don't worry about it, Katey, just go back to sleep."

"Oh," her eyes lost all curiosity, "okay." She turned.

"Er... maybe take off your trousers and sleep pantsless?" I could have just told her. I didn't know why that came out as a question.

Katey just gave me a look that seemed crossed between inquisitive and amused. Then with the waistband of her trousers clasped between two sets of fingers, she pushed her pants down, and in doing so exposed her nice, thin legs, the light of the sun bouncing off her skin as I winced at the feeling of my hard-on colliding against a wooden railing. When they had pooled at her feet, she quickly squatted down to pick them up. When she was upright, she turned back to face me, smiled, then waved goodbye as she closed the door.

Thud.

Swallow.

Were...

Were those pink lace panties!!?

Shit! What was real, what was my self-induced subconscious re-workings of the universe!!

I had to know! I was the owner of the gotdamn world for goodness' sake! Why couldn't I know!

Maybe because I didn't want to know. Which must have been my subconscious at work again.

Hmm. Interesting. Frustrating. But interesting.

"Hey, John." Up the stairs came the two girls. Nat and Allison both held their respective articles of clothing before stopping in front of me. "We have a request."

My heart skipped. Coughing into my first, I humored them. "What is it?"

"We need you to tell us how to wear these," clarified Allison, lifting up the bikini wear demonstratively. "Obviously."

"Yeah. We just have no clue how to actually put 'em on." Nat's brow was scrunched in her own confused expression, looking down at the swimwear like it was a puzzle she couldn't quite piece together.

Nodding, I beckoned them into Nat's room. They looked at each other for a split second before waltzing in. "No worries," I raised one thumb up, "leave it to me!

"I'm a bikini expert!"