So, is this the trip you’re finally going to do it?”
“Do what?”
“Fuck dad.”
Michael’s twin sister Emily looked up from her phone with wide eyes. “Michael Bryson! What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’ve been flirting with him for a couple years now,” Michael said calmly. “I’ve seen how you give him views down your blouse or up your little skirts. I know you want him, and I just figured this trip would give you ample opportunities. Plus, you got your hair cut almost exactly like mom’s.”
“Are you insane?” Emily replied. “Really, get help.”
“I saw him hug you at our eighteenth birthday party. I saw his hand creep down to your ass and how you smiled up at him. You were grinding against his crotch.”
“I was NOT,” she insisted. “He’s my father, for fuck’s sake.”
Emily wasn’t as mad at Michael for suggesting she have sex with their dad as much as she hated that he once again read her mind. Twins were like that, and Michael and Emily were especially close. They sensed things friends never could. They were open books to each other and, as always, Michael knew how this one ended.