“We’re both in New House?” I said, falling in behind the two girls as they went through the living room and headed for the side door. I was a little surprised as historically the unmarried boys and girls had been split up between the Old House and New House, the two main buildings of the “Parnell Cabin Complex.”
“Yeah,” Kaia said. “Mike and Jenn wanted to keep their kids all together this year, so it works out better if they’re in the Old House. Don’t worry. You were going to be stuck with Jorgie, but he ended up leaving this afternoon to stay with his biological mom or somesuch.”
“Gee, that’s a shame,” I said, allowing the sarcasm to drip out once I was sure no one else was close enough to hear.
Kaia turned, walking backward, and gave me a knowing smile. “So you get the Observatory to yourself, you lucky dog.”
The Observatory was the New House’s finished attic. Having it to myself would be nice, though it was one of the coldest rooms in the complex. I’d just need more blankets. The privacy and view of the lake would make up for any shortcomings.
“You’re in the Duck Room,” Kaia said, flipping back around to talk to Avery. “Leaving me the Red Room. Your parents have the first floor bedroom.”
Most of the rooms in the complex had earned nicknames. The Duck and Red rooms were named, respectively, for their wallpaper and paint. Both were ugly by modern standards, yet had a certain quaint history to them. And, more importantly, the girls weren’t sharing rooms with anyone else, either.
“Who’s all doubling up, then?” Avery said.
“Oh, I think this is the first year our numbers have declined,” Kaia said. “Some of the cousins are off with their significant others’ families. Was bound to happen.”
I chuckled. “I think we could drop a dozen before I’d start to notice.”
Kaia snorted. “No shit.”
Kaia led us through the breezeway — a glassed-in room that connected the two buildings. The floor was tiled and cold, and two tables in one corner held the fridge overflow. On the other side of the room was the Christmas tree, lit up cheerfully in the darkness, with a staggering number of wrapped gifts around it. The room was usually opened up in the summer, screens allowing for a nice cross-breeze without the bugs, and suitable for hanging towels and swimsuits. In the winter, it was usually only heated on Christmas Day while the rest of the time it tended to hang just above freezing from heat bleeding off the houses.
The New House was new only in the sense it had been build after Old House. It was still older than the three of us by a wide margin. It was, however, the quieter of the two thanks to the dearth of little kids. I had to admit, our stay was looking better than I’d expected. On entering, it had the feel of being completely empty.
I followed the girls up the stairs, shamelessly checking out Kaia’s legs and ass. Her tights showed both to good effect, though her legs definitely stood out from a somewhat flat butt. If there was one thing my sister could claim over Kaia in the body department, it was her perfect butt. In her tight jeans, it was no contest. And why was I also checking out my sister’s backside? Because it was there and I was bored and that’s where my idle male mind went.