“Maybe,” she said. “But it does make it more exciting, doesn’t it.” She pressed her legs together, thighs rubbing as her loins heated in anticipation. Hannah was wet enough to glisten.
He never could put a finger on how she did it, but he was amazed at the aura of sensuality she exuded when sexual tensions were on the rise.
“Why are you asking me? If you wanted, you very easily use the remote and jump over to that channel without me.”
“I know,” she said. “And I almost did a couple days back.”
“Really?” Scottie asked.
She nodded, the very tip of her tongue licking her lips.
“I was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes from my lunch when I looked out the window over the sink. There he was, working away in the backyard hauling giant bags of soil for the vegetable garden.”
Hannah started running her hands up and down her thighs slowly.
“He was wearing his yard work clothes. You know, those torn-up jeans and his black T-shirt for that big dad rock band from the 80’s. The one he should have thrown out years ago but loves too much.”
Her eyes glossed over as she parted her legs.
“He was filling it just right. His muscles popping, skin slightly dirty with a light sheen of sweat. Then, you should have seen how excited he got when he found an actual tomato on that stupid little plant. There was just something about that little moment where I saw him being kinda goofy and kinda hot.”
“So, what stopped you?” Scottie asked.
Hannah picked up her martini and took a big sip, draining the glass.
“Mom came outside,” she said.
She stood and set her glass down, but not before picking up a single green olive and popping it in her mouth.
“… and, it made me realize something,” she said and strutted over to her brother.
“What’s that?”
“Well…” she said, facing as she straddled his lap, settling her weight into him completely. Her panty-clad vagina rubbed against his bulge. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “… I realized this was something we should do… together?”
Scottie raised an eyebrow.
“You, me, and Dad?” he asked.
“Maybe,” she said, leaning down and brushing her nose against his lips, his chin, his jaw.
“Me and Dad… ” she said as she brought her lips to his ear, her bare chest pressing into his. “… and you and Mom.”
Scottie tensed upon hearing her proposition.
“You really are a dirty girl,” he said with a laugh.
She pulled back smiling. “Who me?” she said coyly.
Scottie brought his hands to her ass and pushed his erection up against his sister. She gasped then groaned with a toothy grin.
“Yeah, you,” he said. “What makes you think Mom’s my type?”
Hannah slowly started to rock against him, rotating her hips in slow, sensual movements.
“Well, it was just a hunch before. But based on that pistol you’re packing down there, I think I have a pretty solid case.”
Scottie groaned, flexing up into her again as she raked her fingernails through the hair on his head.
“You think so, do you?” he said.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Besides,” she said, parting his robe to wrap her fingers around the head of his cock. “I’ve never been in an orgy before. Might as well have my first with my family.”