“You bet, Mom,” he replied. With an exchange of “Love you” and “Love you too’s”, Scottie ended the call.
“So,” Hannah said. “What does Mother Dearest require of us?”
Scottie grimaced. “So you remember how I asked about the pest thing and boxes yesterday?”
The daggers in her eyes returned.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Together, they started making quick work of the mess Scottie made. Hannah was on all fours, scooping up loose papers as her brother started carrying the boxes one-by-one outside. When Hannah had to bend low to snag an evasive sheet under the coffee table, her brother nearly tripped at the sight of her upturned ass facing him.
Next, they were outside on the driveway. Hannah handed Scottie a large box causing him to grimace and groan. She laughed and started tying a handkerchief in her hair, causing her shirt to rise. When Scottie set down the load, he found himself eye level with Hannah’s exposed naval. Her skin looked soft and smooth. His eyes traveled up, over the upturned hills of her breasts, to her face.
“Having fun?” she asked, lip curling up with the hint of a smile.
Scottie blushed, then suddenly looked confused. “Wait…” he said.
They began to load the boxes into a moving truck. It quickly filled.
“Okay, hold on a second,” Scottie said, but was ignored.
Hannah grabbed the handle to the roll down and closed the back of the truck, locked it, and tossed the keys to Scottie. He caught them in one hand. She climbed in the passenger side, pausing to look over her shoulder as her brother watched.
Scottie looked around. “Okay, what the fuck is going on?!”
They rocked out in the truck to Bon Jovi while Scottie drove.
The truck came to a screeching halt directly outside of their storage bin.
Everything was unloaded in half the time to load.
“Is… this a montage?!” Scottie cried out deliriously.
Hannah closed the storage unit.
Both siblings fell onto the couch, exhausted.
Scottie looked around with a look that can only be described as flabbergast.
“What… the fuck… was that?” he asked sitting up.
“What was what?” Hannah responded.
“All… that!” he said, arms gesturing wildly at the now tidy living space. “This! That took like five minutes!”
Hannah leaned forward, cocking her head to the side.
“What are you talking about? That took all afternoon,” she said as she watched her brother start pacing.
“No, we kept jumping forward. It was like we were going from moment to moment. Just like a montage… like what you would see in a…”
Scottie stopped pacing as his eyes went wide.
“No way,” he said to himself.
Leaping to the mantel, he grabbed the remote and held it with both hands. The LCD screen read ADULT.
“… It didn’t break,” he whispered. “I’m… in inside it?”
Scottie grabbed the mantel to keep balance feeling his knees suddenly going weak.
“Scottie? You alright?” Hannah asked, leaning forward again. Her neckline gaping once more giving her brother a view straight down between her supple hanging globes if he dared to look, and he did indeed.
His face grew red. “Oh fuck!” he said looking back at the remote’s screen, then back at Hannah.