Aaron didn’t say anything for a while. When he did, his words came slowly and haltingly.
“Why do you bring it up?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
Emma looked away.
“I told Riley about what happened. She wanted to know all the details, so I told her. I told her everything. I told her about how good it felt when you put your hands on my side and you pulled me close when we were on top of the mountain. I told her how good it felt when we kissed. I was embarrassed. I thought she’d be disgusted, but I told her anyway. The words just spilled out. I couldn’t help myself.
“And you know what? She wasn’t disgusted. When I was done she had this huge grin on her face. And you know what she told me? She told me she’d had the hots for her brother for years. They’re twins. They’ve always been close. Once, not too long ago, they got a lot closer. She told me about it over a bottle of Chardonnay she and I finished off one night. She had her brother — Ryan — over for dinner. She seduced him over dinner. They ended up doing it on the floor of the living room. I was visiting mom and dad that night, so she and Ryan had the apartment to themselves.”
Emma paused and pointed vaguely in the direction of the other room.
“Do you know who she’s with right now? Her brother. She’s visiting him at his condo on the beach. They’re going to do it again. That’s what she says, anyway. I don’t know if he knows, but that’s her plan. And Riley’s pretty good at getting what she wants.
“Before she left, she told me I should seduce you. Riley always thought you’re kind of hot.”
“Kind of?” Aaron couldn’t think of anything else to say. He was struck dumb by what Emma was telling him.
“Well, big brother,” Emma said. “You are kind of nerdy. You’re good looking, but, you know.”
Aaron didn’t know what to say. He reeled at Emma’s words.
“Why are you telling me this, Emma?”
Emma said nothing. She looked away from Aaron, up at the ceiling. She looked to the stove top. The bisque bubbled. She grabbed a big spoon off the counter and dipped it into the bisque and put the spoon to her lips. Steam arose off the pinkish broth.
It was too hot, because when she put it to her lips she instantly pulled the spoon away and said “Hot!”
The spoon tipped, and bisque spilled onto Emma’s white top, over her left breast. She gasped, and she shrieked. “Hot!” she cried again. Steam arose over a large dark stain of bisque on the white top, directly over her nipple.
Without any hesitation, Emma whipped the top off and threw it to the floor. She was topless again, her breasts pointed firmly and saucily toward Aaron. A hot oily bisque stain coated her left nipple and the surrounding area of her breast. Steam rose off the stain on her nipple.
Aaron’s and Emma’s eyes locked, and he looked away from her to her breast.
“It’s burning me,” Emma said to her brother.
Aaron moved to her. He took her hips in his hand and his mouth went down, to her nipple, taking it in, sucking it in between his lips. His tongue went out and it caressed and slurped over the breast, covering every trace of the steaming bisque. When he pulled back, the bisque was gone from her breast, but his saliva remained. It sparkled in the kitchen light.