The siblings so much resembled one another, in fact, that except for Heather’s glasses and hairstyle, Kim could have been looking in a mirror as he tried to measure the strength of her resolve. Through gritted teeth, her disgust and impatience manifest in her strangled tone, she asked, “Well?”
Kim’s face was contorted with frustration as he finally blinked, broke eye contact with her and looked at the floor, acknowledging defeat. “Yeah, okay, fine,” he growled. “Whatever.”
Mandy’s expression softened to a comforting, maternal smile as she relaxed her grip on Kim’s crotch and rubbed him seductively through the towel. “There, now, that’s a good boy.” She laid her other hand on Kim’s shoulder and with light pressure steered him toward the crib. “We thought you would be, because all we want is for everybody to have fun. So sit and relax,” she said, nudging him down onto the edge of the mattress.