“Oh, good Lord; look who just walked in,” Sandy said, nudging her older brother Julian in the ribs. Turning away from his conversation, he half-glanced in the direction of the doorway, stopped, and looked again.
He whistled appreciatively, low enough in his vocal range that only those in very close proximity could hear him.
“Stop being sexist, asshole,” Sandy grumbled.
“It’s not like you’re not thinking it, jerkwad,” Julian returned easily.
Sandy couldn’t argue with that, she supposed, but at least she kept her hedonistic tendencies inside. Usually.
“In fact,” Julian continued, turning away from his former conversation with a nod of the head, “I know what you are thinking.”
“Oh, do you.”
“Yes. And you know I know.” He leaned in close and rested a hand at the small of her back, causing her to shiver despite the party’s heat.
She kept her eyes on the young woman across the room who’d just arrived, but Sandy caught her breath when Julian’s hand moved lower between her body and the wall where they leaned.
“Cut it out,” she hissed.
“Aww, such a cocktease,” Julian said lightly, but he withdrew his hand and kissed her head as though their relationship was nothing more than familial.
She looked up at him. “Are you going to talk to her, or shall I?” She nodded toward the woman in heels and a low-cut shirt.
Julian pondered for a moment. “Same goal as always?” he asked.
“Of course,” Sandy answered, almost incredulous that he even bother asking.
“Does she look lesbian or bi-curious or straight to you?”
Sandy studied the woman for a moment. “Everyone is bi-curious in the right situation,” she finally replied.
Julian grinned. “I like the way you think.”
“I know you do, asshole.” She paused. “You go ahead. I’ll break in if it looks like you’re losing her.”
“What? Me?” Julian asked in mock innocence.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sandy said, pushing him forward into the throng of party-goers between them and the woman across the room, who was obviously looking for a way out of chatting with a man twice her age.
Julian tipped his imaginary hat to Sandy before slowly making his way over to begin rescuing the damsel in distress.
For her part, Sandy hung back and watched as the woman’s face washed over with relief when Julian cut into the one-sided conversation she and the older man were having. With the creeper out of the way, he began to work his magic, and his sister leaned against the wall nursing her drink, waiting for his signal.
She smiled a half-secret smile. They were ready to bring another person into their ménage.
This post is part of Flash Fiction February.