1. Knitting
"Tess, when was the last time you got fucked?" Marco says leaning back in the chair with a beer in his hand.
- "Excuse me!?" Tessa says as she swallows a sip of wine.
"Sex. When was the last time you had sex?"
- "What. The. Fuck."
"Come on, Tess. It's just a question."
- "I'm your sister, Marco. No. Just no."
"Yes, exactly. I'm your brother. You can tell me, right? It's just a question."
- "That's none of your business, Marc. That, first of all."
"Far too long ago, of course."
- "Goodness. Cut it out, please." Tessa says while she can't suppress a shamefaced grin. She puts a hand in front of her mouth.
"Well. It's just sex, you know."
- "Good grief, Marc." She looks at him intently.
"A year ago?"
Tessa's slightly frustrated expression now relaxes. Cool and formal she asks:
- "Say, when did you actually get fucked yourself? How long have you been jerking your own cock?"
"Yes, there she is. Good morning! Are you awake?"
- "You dirty wanker."
"You don't have to act like that to me. I know you, right? Normally you're not such a schoolgirl yourself. And way too long ago, Tess. Way too long ago."
- "Huh?"
"Far too long, I said. It's a meager existence. A shame actually."
- "I don't not want to know. Actually."
"Yeah well, then don't ask." Marco smiles.
- "Pffff...." she utters.
"But I'm also made of flesh and blood, you know. And by the way, so are you. I've known you longer than today. I'm guessing you haven't exactly been sitting at home knitting socks in the meantime either."
- "Hahaha. Marco. Please!" she says, now laughing out loud. She hangs shaking to one side of her chair, while she desperately attempts to hold her wine glass up straight.
"You know it's a shame."
- "I'll pass my time." Tessa said with a knowing smile.
"Oh sure, Tess. I don't doubt it. But it's a shame."
Tessa sighs a long and deep sigh.
"You've got a nice body, Tess. Let's face it. If you leave a car standing still, it will rust. And besides, it was made to be driven."
- "I'm not a car, Marc. And besides, what do you know about that? For God's sake, you filthy creep."
"Calm down, girl. I have eyes in my head, you know. Let's be honest."
- "I think you haven't jerked off in too long. Jesus Christ, Mar."
"Oh come on. You've got a beautiful pair of boobs and a good ass. That's a fact."
- "Well..." Tessa stammers.
"Come on, don't be modest. Doesn't suit you, Tess."
- "Yeah, yeah, whatever Marco. Go take a hike. Or at least just sit down with your legs crossed, because you're giving me the creeps."
"Do you know what we should do?"
- "Stop with me now, Mar!"
"You know what I'm saying, Tess."
- "I'm starting to have a sneaking suspicion. And I'm about to start screaming."
"Not so fast!"
- "What the fuck, Marco. I'm your sister. Get a grip."
"It's just sex, Tess. I don't wanna create a baby with you or anything. I don't wanna marry you either."
- "I... I'm speechless. I'm just speechless."
"I'd like to try it someday actually. Just have a good fuck together. Nobody needs to know, right? Life is too short I tell you."
- "Okay, well, I'm gonna go to my room. Pay for those glasses of wine, well you? Good night, creep." Tessa says as she gets up and turns to start walking towards the lobby.
Marco takes another big chug of beer. "Yeah... good night. Don't forget to charge your tools, knitting lady!" He shouts after her.
The answer he gets is a middle finger behind her back.
2. A dark hotel room
Tessa is sitting in the armchair in her hotel room. The lights are off. Only a faint amber yellow glow from the streetlight peeks in and hits the opposite wall. She poured herself another little glass of wine. Well, a pretty full glass of wine actually.
She shakes her head. That brother of hers... Pathetic! What a creep. How long has he been peeking at his younger sister? Probably since way back when. He's right about her body, by the way. She's quite proud of her curves, to be honest. And he's also right about her not being that prudish, by the way. But where these new antics of his are coming from...?
She thinks it's a disgusting idea. It's lightyears beyond all taboos, isn't it? Come on. Surely no one wants to even think about such a thing at all? Something in her secretly wonders what it would be like, though. Would it really be that bad? Would it actually feel too gross to be able to do it? Or is it just sex once you've crossed a certain threshold? The thing is, it's not like you can just go around asking people if they've tried it, and what it was like.
She imagines, if you've got a brother or sister that you kinda hate, and you can no longer look at their face, then certainly it would be out of the question anyway, right? Mind you, that's not the case between her and Marco, by the way. But still. They've always gotten along very well even. They've always been having good laughs together. Despite the two-year age difference, they always were a bit like twins. They joked about other people together, instead of about each other. And even later they actually just stayed close friends, always. But anyway, still, just the idea!
While all this is running through her mind, Tessa takes another long sip of wine.
3. The knock on the door
Marco hears a knock on his door at 1 am.
"Yeah, who is there?" he whispers.
- "It's me, open the door." Tess whispers from the other side of the door.
"What do you want?"
- "I need a charger. You got an extra one?"
"*Sigh...*"
The door opens. Tessa is standing at the door with a glass of white wine.
"Jesus, you're having a good time, aren't you?" Marco says as he looks at his sister, standing in the hallway of the hotel, with her shoes off, and a glass of wine in her hand.
- "Well, it's only Saturday once a week, Marky." Tessa says a little too seriously.
"Damnit, I was almost asleep. But ehm, I think I only have one charger."
- "Step aside, you fool, let me in."
"Oh, are you gonna search for it yourself? Well, have fun, searching among my private things, why don't you. Have at it."
- "Now come on, take off your pants, you fool."
"What!?"
- "Yeah, we weren't gonna do anymore knitting, remember? And life is only once, or something like that. But if you want to see these tits, you'd better drop your pants first."
"You're fucking with me aren't? How many wines have you had by the way?"
- "Just enough, Marky. Exactly enough."
4. Hurry up
Tessa puts down her glass of wine. She spills a little bit on the table. She grabs Marco by his crotch.
"Come on, take off your pants, you fool. Before I change my mind." Tessa said impatiently.
- "You're serious, aren't you? Jesus, Tess. I also had a few drinks back there, you know."
"Oh so you were talking nonsense? About rusty cars? And about my body?"
- "Yes Tess, Jesus. I just said you have a beautiful body, and you know that. And that it is a shame... and so on. But I didn't think you really..."
"No, you didn't think so, did you?" Tessa says sarcastically. "Come on, dick. Hurry up with that dick."
Tessa pulls on the waist of Marco's sweatpants.
"Tess, I... you've been drinking."
- "Yes, I do drink more often, you know. So what? I can still walk straight. You said it yourself, right? Nobody needs to know."
Marco looks down at the hand with painted nails pulling at his pants. Tessa continues to hold on. She's got a firm grip on the waist of his sweatpants and boxers. Marco feels the textile pull forward under his crotch. He grabs Tessa by her round shoulders. She's wearing a dark green velvet jacket. He looks at Tessa in doubt.