“I want you so bad,” she whispered.
“Mmm. Same.”
“Then why don’t you-” before she completed her sentence, the door burst open.
“I’m a good dancer!” mumbled the man who stumbled his way into the bathroom, his shirt partially untucked, hair disheveled, and the walking embodiment of inebriation.
“Oh, deary me,” he slurred, sighting Hannah as he swayed in place. “Sweet Angel of the Privy, where might an old lord like me find a pot to piss in?” and then he bowed.
Hannah retracted her hand from her brother’s slacks and pointed to the urinals.
The drunkard followed her gaze slowly.
“Ah! ‘Tis my day of luck!” he said. “Many thanks to you, oh sweet mistress!” He began to zig-zag and stumble to the wall.
Scottie and Hannah ran out of the room before he could say anything more.
In the hall, Scottie grabbed Hannah’s arm. He pulled her to the wall.
“You wanna get out of here?” he asked.
She bit her lip and smiled. “More than anything.”
“Go tell Mom and Dad we are taking off. I’ll go get us a Taxi.”
“You sure you don’t want to just rent a room?” she raised an eyebrow.
Scottie shook his head.
“We haven’t channel surfed in ages and what I want to do to you, I’ll need more than all night.”
Hannah’s eyes danced in wicked delight. She leaned forward and kissed him then turned and ran to the ballroom.
* * *
Chapter 8: When Instinct is Stronger Than Reason.
Ten minutes later, the siblings sat in the back of a cab as it weaved through the rain-soaked streets of the city on their way back to the suburbs. Lights flickered and flashed through the droplets of water that streaked down the sides of the windows. Inside, Scottie and Hannah said not a word to each other.
Each hand a hand firmly planted on the other’s thigh. Their breathing was deep and deliberate. The tension was thick enough for the driver to catch the hint that his attention was best left to the road. There was no place for small talk here.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they ran up the steps to their house as the rain fell. They felt so hot, so heated that it almost wouldn’t surprise either of them if it sizzled when it struck their skin. Scottie unlocked the door with Hannah watching his every move. A moment later, they were inside. Before the door even shut they were in each other’s arms kissing like it gave them oxygen.
With lips still locked, they franticly tried to peel the clothes off the other as they backed into the house from the entryway, past the stairs, to the living room. Hannah pulled off his tie while her brother unzipped the back of her dress. Hannah kicked off her pumps and started to unbutton his shirt. Scottie slid the straps off her shoulders and pushed the dress down her body, revealing her matching set of sheer black panties and bra. Once over her hips, Hannah giggled and shimmied her hips to help the dress fall.
Scottie looked her over, totally infatuated.
“God damn, Hannah,” he said. “You’re so incredibly sexy.”
“Mmmmm,” she said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. “You make me feel sexy.”