“Little fucker almost went up my ass.”
Scottie raised an eyebrow. “Getting kinky there, Sis.”
“No need to get jealous. That hole’s just for you, Baby Brother.”
Hannah sat up and kissed him, holding his face with both hands.
“Speaking of filling some holes…” she said raising an eyebrow. “I’m still awfully horny. You ready to take this upstairs and pound my tight, little cunt?”
“So fucking ready,” Scottie grinned.
“Goodie.” She pecked his lips once more, then stood. Her taught belly level with his face. “Go grab a bottle of wine and meet me in Mom and Dad’s room.”
“Mom and Dad’s?”
Hannah nodded and slowly walked away. “I’m feeling really nasty tonight and wanna make full use of their bed.”
“You know they will be home eventually, right?” Scottie called after her, trying desperately to tear his eyes off her gorgeous ass.
“Sure, but not for hours at least. Besides, it’s porno-land. Mom’s probably got her tongue in that Baxter lady’s cooch right now.” She looked back to her brother, knowing he was watching her. “Hurry your ass up. Oh, and grab that fancy bottle, the ’97 Amour Tabou. Mom will never know since it’s just going to reset when we go back.”
Not being one to leave a lady waiting, Scottie hurried into the kitchen. His father gifted Angela a wine fridge a couple of years back which they always kept chock full of reds and whites. He knelt down and opened the fridge, trying not to feel the daunting pressure of this needle in a haystack he had been tasked to find. He pulled out bottle after bottle until finding the prize of Angela’s collection.
“Got it,” he said as he tore the foil cap off the bottle. He stood and snagged two glasses from the cabinet and set them down on the counter. All he had to do was open the bottle.
“Wine opener… Where the fuck’s the wine opener?” he said, spinning around in the kitchen. He rummaged through all the drawers, opening then closing, growing more frustrated by the minute. Finally, tucked away in the bottom cabinet, next to cooking utensils one would only find in TV adverts, he pulled out an electric device with a small opening and a corkscrew.
“How the hell do you…” he said to himself, turning it around and finding no on-off button. Shrugging, he shoved the neck of the bottle into the hole and heard the gadget come to life with a whirring sound. Success!… Then he heard a faint snap.
Pulling back the opener, he saw that the cork had only partially been removed before the tiny metal screw snapped off inside it.
“You got to be fucking kidding me,” he said. “Dad, you and your cheap-ass toys…” He set down the opener and looked around, desperate to not be defeated by the simple quest.
He eyed the cork. The screw broke off inside, and the cork was still half in, but that also meant half out. Scottie bit the cork with his teeth and yanked. It was tight, but he felt it give, then with a pop, the tiny stopper was free.
Grinning in triumph, he turned to leave then stopped dead in his tracks.
“Mom?” he mumbled, mouth still full of the wine stopper.