Nevermind that

Kim looked over the rim of the glass at the Indian maiden, while she gulped the last of it. She gasped her satisfaction and took Canary's hand in hers. "Nevermind that just now. I'm feeling mighty sleepy after traveling and want first shot at that bed," she said in a low purr. She squeezed her hand gently and winked. She caught Booker's eye and raised an eyebrow to him.

"That's right, Miss Canary. We're sore tired from our journey," he said as he took her other hand in his and pressed it into his lap, right on top of his bulging manhood.

The exotic young woman delicately extricated her hand from Kim's and quaffed the last of her whiskey. "Well, you don't have to ask me twice. Let's mosey on up there." She stood, pulling Booker to his feet, and offering her hand to Kim. Kim took it and rose quickly. Canary led the way up the wooden stairs to the sleeping rooms, the siblings following close behind. Both Kim and Booker were mesmerized by Canary's hip twitching before them. They clung to each other with excitement.