“I’m bored,” she said, closing her legs and sitting up, closing the show to the public. “Wanna play a game?”
“Like Parcheesi or…?”
“Hell no,” Hannah said. “How about Truth or Dare?”
The movie buff in Scottie rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the easy game, but his inner horny college boy was winning out. Everything’s gotta have a gimmick. All Scottie had to do was play the role.
“Aren’t we a little old…”
Hannah smirked at him. “Sounds like someone is chickening out.”
Scottie smiled.
“Alright, Sis. Go ahead, ask away.”
She shook her head.
“Uh-uh,” she said. “If you have your way, it will be truth all night long. Gotta make this more of a challenge.” Hannah turned around in the seat and dug deep into the cushions of the couch. Scottie tried to pry his eyes off her ass as it raised in the air, begging to be squeezed.
“Got it!” she said, spinning back around and holding up a quarter.
“Heads, truth.” She flipped the coin showing the back. “Tails, dare. Sound good?”
Scottie furrowed his brow. “So do I call it?”
Hannah smiled and shook her head. “Nope. We just let fate decide.” With that, she flipped the coin to Scottie. “You’re up first.”
Scottie caught the coin and as if by reflex, slapped it against the back of his hand, holding it there. He pulled his hand back.
“Heads,” he said.
Hannah looked at him and cocked her head in thought.
“Why aren’t you dating anyone?”
Of all the questions she would ask, this was not one he expected.
“Dang, Hannah,” he said. “Going deep out of the gate.” He flipped the coin as if in thought. “I want to, I do, but when Shelley and I broke up after winter break, it kinda messed with me a little. She said it was because I couldn’t manage a relationship and try to keep my grades up, which was partially true. That kinda got me to a place where now I’m hesitant to start anything as it took me a good two months to get over her.”
“Really?” Hannah said. “So, no flings then?”
Scottie shook his head. “Not really. I… hold on, that’s another question. You’re gonna have to earn it.” He flipped the coin to his sister. “You’re up.”
She caught it and looked. “Heads.”
“When was the last time you ‘got some’?” he emphasized the last words by raising his eyebrows.
“By got some, you talking ’bout what? Fingering? Oral? Full on hanky-panky?”
Scottie laughed. “Jeez, I’ll let you decide.”
“Well, if fingering counts, this morning, but that was a solo gig.”
Though it was his question, he was in no way prepared for the answer. His face flushed as an image of Hannah tweaking her own nipples with a hand down her panties planted itself in his mind.
Hannah laughed and tossed him the coin. He missed catching it and it landed face-down on the couch.
“That’s a dare, little bro,” she said, kneeling on the couch facing her brother. Her nipples hardened beneath her top.
“… and I dare you to ask me what I was thinking about when I did it.”
Scottie’s mouth opened and the words slowly fell out. “… what.. what were you thinking about?”
She leaned forward resembling more of a predator about to devour its prey.