His Sister

Amr set his basket on the kitchen table before he went to his bed, ignoring his sister Nubia making out with a random Anubi girl roughly her age, their hands exploring each other's naked bodies.

Amr sighed.

"Nubia, it's mid-sun. Do you have to play now?"

"I'm on break," she said as the other woman nuzzled her neck.

"The traders are coming in a few days and we still have to clear the fields. We'll be ostracized by half of the village."

Nubia gave a frustrated grunt.

"Fine."

She gave the woman a silent signal, who then slipped off of the bed, draped a cloak around her shoulders and left the house.

"Wasn't that Aziza?"

Nubia sprawled herself on her stomach on the bed, finding a comfortable position.

"Yes."

"Isn't she getting married?"

"She wanted me to make her dress and I needed her measurements."

Amr pinch in between his eyes at his sister's antics.