"Just make sure we're not being followed."

"For the last time, we're not being followed," Sis says, but Brody is sure she hasn't checked. Her eyes are riveted to the leather attaché case on her lap.

"Okay, I'm gonna turn the headlights on now. You're sure Aunt Bec's in Chicago?"

"I'm sure, Brode. I'm sure."

"And you have the key?"

"I've got the fucking key. Will you quit worrying?"

"Okay. But if we get there and wake up Aunt Bec, you're gonna have to deal with her."

"Right, right, right, I'll fucking deal with her. But she's in Chicago. Jeez. She always goes to Chicago for Thanksgiving."

Brody kills the headlights a block from the apartment building. "Just to be safe," he says. He circles the block a couple of times and then finds a parking spot two blocks away. Sis insists on carrying the case.

"Don't you trust me?" Brody whispers.

"Of course I trust you," Sis answers. "But I need to carry it. I can't believe it, I can't believe it, I can't believe it."

But she lets Brody hold the case while she punches in the code to the outer door, and she lets him carry it down the stairs to Aunt Bec's garden apartment. She fits the key into the lock. Brody holds his breath. The door opens.

"Hello," Sis whisper-shouts. "Aunt Bec, you home?"

"I thought you said she was in Chicago?" Brody hisses.

"Just to be safe," Sis says. She punches Brody on the arm.

"Ow," he says. "Can you get the light?"

"No lights," Sis says. "You want someone to know we're here?"

"Yeah, but how we going to see?"

"It's an efficiency—there's nothing to see," Sis says. "Trust me."

"If we can't turn on the light, how we gonna open the -"

"We're not," Sis says. "We're just going to shove it under the bed and then we're going to fuck all night long."

"Could we just go in the bathroom and shut the door and —"

"No," Sis insists. "We wait till morning."

"But I thought you were all —"

"I was," Sis says. "I am. But think how exciting it'll be—all that extra anticipation. So get naked, Buster. I'm so on the verge of coming."

Brody strips off his clothes while Sis stashes the case under the bed. It is a single bed, but at first they don't need much room. Sis starts to come almost as soon as Brody enters her.

"Not!" says Brody, who is on top again, thrusting slowly but firmly. "I bet your screams could be heard all the way to the Strip."

"Hah!" She tries to punch Brody's arm, but he has her pinned by the wrists. "Let me up," she squeals.

Brody smirks and resumes fucking. Sis wraps her legs around Brody's waist. "Now you're gonna get it," she says.

"Yes, I am," Brody agrees, keeping her wrists pinned, plunging into her with more and more force.

Soon she is answering his thrusts. Soon she is coming again. Brody lets go of one wrist to cover her mouth. She bites him. The bite is enough to keep Brody from his own orgasm. "I think I'm bleeding," he tells Sis after she's calmed again.

"Better not get any on Aunt Bec's sheets," Sis warns him.

It is Brody's turn to snort. "I'm pretty sure you've left a wet spot the size of Lake Meade," he says. "You are so fucking juicy."

"Am not," says Sis.

"Oh, yeah?" Brody says. "Listen."

The squelching sounds of Sis's sex excite Brody enough that he forgets the bite and hammers into her, bringing her to a fresh orgasm about the same time he reaches his own. Again and again he jerks with pleasure, flooding her to overflowing.

There is only one pillow. Brody relinquishes it to Sis, but when she gets up to go the bathroom, he claims it, and Sis, too tired to fuss, pillows her head on Brody's chest. Later, when Brody uses the toilet, Sis reclaims the pillow, cradling it tight to her belly. Brody nestles behind Sis. They sleep that way until the first light slants through the little window.

Both are groggy. They take turns in the bathroom, Brody first, Sis second. "It feels like Christmas morning," Sis tells Brody when she gets back to the bed. "Shall we open our present now?"

"Maybe one more fuck first?" Brody suggests. He arranges Sis on the little bed, her ass on Aunt Bec's pillow.

"You feel so good," Sis says, but after five or six minutes of fucking, they both agree that they can't wait any longer. Sis leans over the side of the bed. She pulls the case out. "Got it!" she says. "This is so exciting. Hoist me up."

They sit on the little bed, the case between them. "Open it," Sis says.

"You sure you don't want to do the honors?" Brody asks.

"What if we each do a snap?" Sis says. "On the count of three?"

Brody smiles at her. "This isn't going to change anything, you know."

"What do you mean?" Sis says.

"We still have each other," Brody says. "Same as always."

"Open the fucking case," Sis says.