But, that was just because she was a woman, right? A beautiful, curvy, funny, intelligent, sexy woman. And he was her brother, ready to help her in any way she would need as any little brother would. Whether that was laboring over multiple days, or nibbling on her perfect nip-NO! Not that! He’s her brother, and she’s his sister. That wouldn’t be right anywhere in this world…
… But then again… he wasn’t in his world. Technically, that would mean that that isn’t his Hannah. It is Hannah, of course, but not his. So, if something were to happen here, it was, in fact, the world of porn, so wouldn’t it be somewhat acceptable? Just like drinking ages differ in different countries. Maybe morality is different in different realities? It might even be rude to reject an offering. He didn’t want to be rude, not in the least.
Once more, his reflection’s gaze met his own.
Who was he kidding? He knew what was right, and what was wrong, and this was as far into the morally perverse that one could get. And so, with a heavy sigh, Scottie’s mind was set. He would go back to the living room, grab the remote, and head back to his reality.
With a nod to his own reflection, Scottie left the bathroom. He opened his mouth to say something, but the moment he saw Hannah, he stopped.
She had moved from the loveseat to the couch, lying on her back on the opposite end from where her brother walked in. Her head turned to the TV as she clicked on the television’s remote, mindlessly surfing the channels. Her legs were parted, both bent at the knees. One was propped up leaning against the back of the couch, while the other rested on the cushions. Scottie’s view naturally was able to creep up the short leg of her shorts, along the smooth skin of her inner thigh, to then catch the edge of her pink panties molded against her mound.
Change of plans. Scottie was going to fuck his sister.
“Welcome back,” she said as he entered the room. Her eyes remained on the television. Her knees swayed, teasing her brother with tantalizing views. He couldn’t tell whether or not it was deliberate.
Scottie sat at the opposite end of the couch, her feet now inches away. His gaze ran up her legs, then running the inside track of her inner thigh, then sliding back down to the soft juncture of her thigh and pelvis that dipped beneath the hemline of her panties.
“So, I see you moved,” he said.
“Mm-hmm,” she said without looking at him. “Better view from here.”
“That’s for sure,” he said before thinking. Hannah turned her head back to him and raised an eyebrow. Mustering his courage, Scottie spoke.
“Not sure Dad would be too happy with you sitting so unladylike,” he said. “I can almost read the brand of your underwear.”
Hannah set the remote down. Raising up on her elbows, she kept her legs open, exposed.
“You could look away,” she said. Her expression appeared to be more of a challenge.
“Don’t want to miss the show,” Scottie said, doubling down. He marveled at his own bravado.
The faintest hint of a smile crept at the corners of her lips, but she held it back.