She pointed to her vagina. He nodded like a bobblehead. Their moaning was heard from the street.
Once more, they failed to compare times. This issue of theirs persisted venture after venture until two weeks later, they finally chose a different channel and were able to keep it in their pants long enough to come up with a result. They determined that no matter how long someone spends in the other place, only twenty-two minutes pass in their reality.
“Why twenty-two minutes?” Hannah asked.
Scottie shrugged. “Maybe it has something to do with the average length of a sitcom?”
As time progressed, so did their tests.
Eventually, they found that by joining hands, they could both travel at the same time, opening the door to many other possibilities. They spent an entire week living out the adventure films of their childhood. The next week, they were on the panel of judges for a cooking game show. They defeated an alien invasion. Solved unsolvable mysteries. They even accidentally stumbled into a haunted asylum, vowing afterward to never do Horror again.
They were young lovers, and as such, barely able to keep their hands off each other. These channels they could jump to, provided this taboo couple the perfect safe haven for naughty time. No risk of being caught in the real world, and if their actions were discovered while in the other genres, they would be forgotten the moment they returned home. Most of the time it was Scottie interjecting taboo sex scenes into their escapades, though Hannah often instigated sex when feeling particularly feisty; something Scottie took advantage of as often as possible. It was not uncommon for them to visit the home remodeling channel and put the newly renovated bedrooms to the test, sometimes even during the big reveals. That one in particular really got Hannah going.
This was how their summer transpired. While their parents had completed the renovations to the Westbrooke estate, finally putting it on the market, Scottie and Hannah ducked out at every possible opportunity to venture into alternate genres of reality.
Finally, it was the week before Fall semester started that the last bit fell into place.
They were in the Classics; all black and white and vintage. And as such, felt it only fitting to be in the Hotel Monte Vista in Casablanca, Morocco.
Their motel room was the spitting image of colonial luxury in the 1940’s. The room found a strange balance between opulent and basic. The walls were mostly bare with the exception of tasseled sconces, an extended ornate screen, and the silhouetted shadow of ferns. A large queen-sized bed sat in the center of the room, with a matching dresser, vanity, and table. The crackling sound of jazz music from a record player drifted in from the partially opened window, completing the scene.
Scottie entered from the adjoining bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and skin still wet as Hannah sat at the vanity, topless and wearing sheer lingerie panties. She held her hair up atop her head, exposing her slender neck which showcased a brilliantly bejeweled necklace. While her eyes sparkled like diamonds, her gaze kept returning to her brother’s reflection.