Letting her hair down, she reached for a half-empty dirty martini beside her. She tilted the glass up to her lips, draining it, leaving a single olive to roll around wet and alone.
“Scottie,” she said locking eyes with her brother in the mirror. “Has it occurred to you that any fantasy you want to live out is possible?”
“The thought has crossed my mind,” he said as he removed the towel and reached for the bathrobe on the bed. Hannah felt a rush run through her seeing his exposed package.
“Well, it has me thinking,” she said. “If you could sleep with anyone, no consequences at all, who would it be?”
Scottie smiled and walked up behind her. “Oh that’s easy,” he said while hugging her from behind. “Probably Betty Rubble,” he joked (though he was half serious). “That’s why it’s best we don’t go back to the Cartoon world,” he said as he kissed her neck.
She rolled her eyes.
“Scottie, I’m being serious.”
“And so am I,” he said. “Something about that blue skirt. Yaba-Daba.”
“You’re such a dweeb,” she said with a laugh. “You could fuck anyone. Rock star, Movie Star, Famous whatever…”
“Alright, little miss judgey. Who would it be for you?” he probed.
Hannah’s face blushed. “I don’t think I can tell you after your answer.”
Scottie reached his hands around her waist and kissed her neck again.
“Come on,” he said. “With all we’ve been through, do you seriously believe I would think less of you?”
She looked up at him over her shoulder. “Alright,” she said taking a deep breath, looking him deep in his eyes. “I would fuck Dad.”
“… What did you say?” he whispered.
“I think you heard me,” she replied unblinking.
“You… want to have sex with… Dad?”
Hannah nodded but said nothing.
“… Is this because of us?” Scottie asked.
“No,” she said.
“But… you want to have sex with our father…”
“I do,” she said.
As Scottie looked at her, he could see her nipples harden as her chest rose and fell with deeper and deeper breaths. He knew she was thinking about it now, and the idea was turning her on something fierce.
“You’re serious, aren’t you…?” he said as he felt his heartbeat quicken.
“I am,” she said.
Scottie stood up, Hannah still watching him. He sat back on the bed facing the vanity as his sister rotated on its small bench to face him.
“What brought this on?” he asked.
“I was just thinking… I’ve never kissed a man with a beard,” she said. “I was just wondering what it felt like to have a mustache brush my face when our lips touched. Or to feel it on my clit as I rode his face.” Scottie watched her nipples suddenly harden. “Then I remembered… Dad has a beard… And then that got me thinking about how wrong it would be. But what you and I do is also wrong, but it doesn’t feel that way…”
She paused for a moment, looking at her brother.
“Does this surprise you?” she asked.
“Yes… No… I’m not really sure,” he said. “When you said any fantasy, I don’t know why, but sleeping with my own family was not at the top of my mind.”
“Okay,” she said. “But we’re family.”
“True,” he said. There was no denying that. “But our parents… Isn’t that even more of a taboo?”