Tad leaves Anny to finish her bath and gets dressed, waiting on the balcony for a half hour until his sister joins him. They quietly hold hands for the walk and elevator ride down to the beautifully decorated hotel lobby and bar. There are a few couples seated around and the guys from the tour group are having their party at a few tables nearer to the restaurant area, looking out over the river. The lounges over the far side are empty. Tad orders drinks at the bar and leads his sister over there.
"God, I'm shaking!" Anny whispers, flashing a look back over her shoulder at the group of about fifteen men, many of whom are peering over. "If I sit in that chair without crossing my legs they're going to see everything!"
The black leather lounges are deep, with low tables arranged between them, the lighting quite bright.
"Are you sure this is all right?" Anny asks, touching the top button of her blouse and looking back over her shoulder again. She pushes the button through and her blouse gapes a little. Then she sits in one of the chairs and pulls at the hem of her skirt. "Can you see?" she asks nervously as Tad tilts his head a little.
"Only when I bend down, or if I sit over here," he explains, sitting down directly opposite.
"Should I let it ride up a bit more?" Anny adds, wriggling and gathering the sides of her skirt a little.
Tad stands again and approaches in front of her, where there is now a full view up her skirt. The plush chair is low and deep, making her recline somewhat with her legs raised up a little. Between her slender thighs he can see the full length of his sister's slightly reddened vulva, the lips of which are open, and in the bright light he can see the delicate folds of her labia quite distinctly. Anny meets his eyes and he nods, but her gaze shifts and Tad follows it to see Paul and Mario approaching.
Tad claims the chair beside Anny before they arrive, and Anny shifts her knees to one side and clasps her hands in her lap. "Oh my god! I can't do it!" she whispers.
"Can't do what?" Paul asks, grinning broadly, and plopping down into the chair opposite.
"Nothing!" Anny lies.
Mario remains standing and just offers a smile and slight nod in greeting.
"Well this sure beats the tent doesn't it?" Paul suggests, opening his arms to the plush surrounds. "Although the tent wasn't all bad... especially last night," he adds pointedly. "Any regrets, now that you guys have probably had a chance to talk?"
Anny looks to Tad. "Just that I had to wait all week before you guys did anything."
Paul chuckles. "Yeah right, and we're gonna make a move on a woman right in front of her step-brother, are we?"
"Oh... so you would make a move on a defenceless woman as long as her step-brother wasn't around would you?" Anny returns playfully.
"Go on twist it around... but seriously, any regrets about what happened?" Paul asks evenly, his eyes flashing down to Anny's legs.
"No, we're okay with everything," Anny answers, wringing her fingers and pushing down into her lap.
"So you're not on the pill then?" Paul goes on. "You won't fall pregnant will you?"
"No, I should be okay," Anny answers softly.
"And sorry about the mess," Mario joins in, shrugging and rolling his eyes.
Anny giggles. "That's okay Mario, I didn't mind that," she says sweetly, and Tad watches her hands lift from her lap and rub down her thighs. She's facing him and he can see her opening clearly, while the other men aren't able to see up her skirt from their angle. Her eyes flash to Tad and her cheeks redden a little.
"So you guys have done this before?" Paul asks, looking at Tad.
"Na, man. It was just something we wanted to try," Tad tells him.
Paul grins at Anny. "Yeah, I wanted to try it with my ex but she wouldn't be in it. Although I wanted to try it with another couple so I'd get to have the woman."
"That'd be right!" Anny shoots at him.
"Why! What's wrong with that?" Paul defends.
"I dunno... it's just different somehow," Tad's sister argues. "It's like what you said before," she directs at him.
"Like what?" Tad asks curiously.
"Well, after sex a woman's left with something and a man isn't."
"Left with what?" Paul presses, sitting forward with interest.
"God, do I need to spell that out?" Anny complains, grinning and blushing.
