Blakey Boys

Brother Carl comes out in his boxer short. Chiseled chin. Chiseled chest. "Cheryl-Anne where are me jeans? Me good black ones? You know the ones that..."

"Make ya arse look sexy? On the line out the back." Carl heads out the door.

Indigo watches him go, eyes fixed, turning at the neck.

Cheryl-Anne exhales loudly. "Yep. It's the fucken boys in this family who got the pretty gene."

Brother Matthew comes through another door. Blazing blue eyes, hair as black as coal. Indigo's head swivels in his direction. He's shirtless, wearing jeans and boots. He nods his head at Indigo and smiles. He takes an apple and orange and starts heading out the door.

"Put a shirt on Matt," says Cheryl-Anne.

Cheeky Blakey boy smile. "But the girls prefer..."

"Shirt Matt!"

"But it seems such a waste to cover him up," says Indigo.

Matt smiles, before he heads out of the room.

Then out comes baby Timmy in a white towel, freshly showered.

"Hey, I can't find any of my jocks!"

"Jesus!" says Indigo.

Cheryl-Anne turns to look at her. "Don't you go lookin at him like that. He's a child..."

"He doesn't look like a child," says Indigo, as her mouth drops open ready to drool. "Baby!"

"I'm eighteen," protests Timmy.

"They're all like that..." Cheryl-Anne smiles. "The boys are the pretty ones in my family."

"Drop dead gorgeous," says Indigo. Cheryl-Anne puts her hand over Indigo's mouth.

"Folded in the laundry hamper. Do you think you could open your eyes." She waves her brother away with her hand. "Now go, git!"

Cheryl-Anne removes her hand from Indigo's mouth, shaking her head. "Don't let them hear ya," says Cheryl-Anne. "The boys have big enough egos already."

"Gorgeous boys," says Indigo breathlessly.

"That one doesn't think the sun shines out his dick yet," says Cheryl-Anne. "He's the baby..."

"Some baby," says Indigo.

She rolls her eyes. "But, he will, just like his big brothers."