Connor 2

It’s at this moment that I stride back into the room, drinks in hand. Immediately, I clock the way that Anna is bent over, and the guilty look on Eric’s face, even as he pretends to be looking anywhere but the tempting sight in front of him. I roll my eyes, place our drinks down on the coffee table, whiskey on ice for Eric and I, and a freshly corked bottle of cheap wine for the girls. Then, with a sly smile, and a flick of my dark black hair, I turn around and tap Anna’s ass playfully. Eric’s eyes open wide as I do this, and I shoot him a wink. “You get a good look?” I say, “Not too shabby, right? I’m a lucky man”.

Eric is very obviously at a loss for words, so I try to help him out, “I think what you’re trying to say is... ‘Anna, you have a nice ass’.”, but for some reason, this just makes the poor kid go redder. I chuckle to myself, reveling in the mean-spirited taunting I’m giving him. So to give him an actual break, I grab my glass, and come around to sit on the couch. As I go to sit, I opt to sit right beside Sophie, despite the empty space where Anna was just moments ago. Then, I raise my glass past her, to prompt Eric to toast along with me. “To being the luckiest guys in the world.”.

Wordlessly, Eric clinks his glass against mine.

I take a long sip, even as I think of another way to tease my younger brother. With all the natural charm I can muster, I put my arm around Sophie’s shoulders, and give her a very obvious once over, “So Soph, you going to give me a show too, or is it just Eric that gets a little peek?”