Bernie and Claudette left somewhere in the third bottle, right when the dancing started up again. It was around that time that Scottie noticed a shift. It must have been subtle, but there was something there. Something like a charge in the air, an aura, an energy that seemed to linger and permeate the mood. It probably was just him and how he looked at his sister when she caught his eye. The way she placed her napkin on the table and then slid her finger into its folds suggestively while winking at her brother.
Perhaps it was how her nipples pushed against the fabric of her dress, hidden from everyone’s view unless you looked, which Scottie did. But did his father as well? Did his mother?
Or even still, could it have been that little jolt of passion that shot through them each when the conversation paused, or when they sipped their wine or even sighed. There was something in the air, and it had Scottie hard, harder than he had felt in a long time. When he looked at Hannah, he knew she felt it too.
“Can you all excuse me for a second,” he said as he rose to leave.
The water was cold and exhilarating as he splashed it across his face.
Scottie stood at the sink in the hotel restroom. The beats of the muted music thumped through the wall as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Droplets of water cascaded down his chin.
“Deep breaths, Scottie,” he said. “Keep it in check. You’re in the real world.”
He took a deep breath, held it. He could feel his pulse slow as he counted to ten. Slowly, he let the air back out and embraced the calm.
Movement in the mirror caught his eye and Scottie looked up to see the door close with Hannah leaning against it on the inside.
A brief moment of panic washed over him. Is this the wrong room? His eyes quickly darted to the wall and instantly calmed, noting the urinals sitting exactly where they should be. No, he was okay. This was the men’s room.
Then why was she here?
Her heels clicked and echoed across the tile as she approached him with a look he knew all too well. He didn’t stop her when she grabbed his body and pulled him against her, their lips locking onto each other with a grunt. It wasn’t a loving kiss, but one that was deep and hungry.
Their hands grabbed and groped and squeezed each other’s flesh and muscles. Scottie grabbed her ass and pulled her against him while his sister rubbed her mound against his thigh. Her nails dug into his back, his fingertips into the meat of her buttocks. She bit his lip. He nibbled her ear.
Her fingers slid around and started to undo his belt.
“Wait,” he whispered. “Hannah, Mom and Dad-“
“Are dancing,” she said, kissing him again.
“I know but-“
“Shhh,” she said. “I’ve missed you.” She grabbed his crotch. “I’ve missed this,” she said through clenched teeth. Her hand loosed his belt and snuck down the top of his slacks.
“Oh fuck!” he said as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
“Mmmm,” she said. “I’ve really missed this.”
“Me too,” he breathed against the nape of her neck. His hands slid over her breast, teasing the hard nub beneath the dress.