Emma set each dish on a metal trivet on the table before her brother. She leaned over, showing off her breasts falling away from her chest for Aaron’s benefit, and Aaron sat transfixed as she spooned big portions of the two dishes onto the plate before him. When she was done she walked around the table, next to her chair, and she spooned food onto her own plate as well.
She didn’t sit down, though. Aaron wanted to dig into the food, the scent of which was driving him crazy with hunger, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Emma. Then Emma did something that surprised him — he marveled at the fact he still could be surprised. She put both hands on the table and jumped onto it. When her butt hit the table, she swiveled around so her feet were pointed toward Aaron’s side of the table. She spread her legs, and she pushed herself toward her brother. She stopped when her high heels hung off the table to either side of him.
“Push forward,” Emma said. “A little closer.”
Aaron did as she asked. Emma put her heels against either side of his chair.
“You remember when I said your real present was coming later?” she asked. “Well, here it is. I’m your present, big brother.”
Aaron tried to say something, but the words caught in his mouth and emerged as nothing more than a faint croak.
Conflict wracked Aaron’s insides. On the one hand, his sister sat naked and exposed to him on the table, and the brute man in him savored the sight of her bare pussy lying open to him just behind the dinner plate. But Aaron was a neat freak with obsessive-compulsive tendencies. That part of him was troubled by the sight of Emma’s bare ass against the dinner table, just inches from his food. He didn’t know what to say or how to respond.
“Emma –,” he started to say.
“Don’t say anything,” Emma said. “Not yet. Let’s eat some food.”
She picked up her glass of wine, and she held it in front of her. Aaron followed her lead and they clicked their glasses together.
“Cheers, big brother,” Emma said.
There was something about the way she said “big brother” that got under Aaron’s skin. It unnerved him. It aroused him. It was strange to feel like his sister was in control and he was on a ride, not knowing where it would go, wondering what was around the next turn.
Aaron tipped his glass back and drank a sip of his wine, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the lithe, nude figure of his sister on the table in front of him. She was mesmerizing — breasts full and quivering slightly under the rise and fall of her breathing, eyes sparkling under the candlelight, and legs parted to him, showing off the bare, fleshy lips of her sex.
Emma set her glass on the table and picked up a fork. She twirled it and it gleamed in the dim light.
The tines of her fork speared a thick succulent chunk of beef, which she brought to her mouth. Her eyes stayed fixed on Aaron’s the whole time. Her lips closed around the morsel of meat, and it disappeared, leaving a drop of russet juice at the edge of her mouth. It dripped toward her chin until Emma touched a finger to it, swiped it, and put the finger in her mouth. She let out a loud “smack.”