After a minute, mom cleared her throat and I quickly turned toward her, embarrassed. Here she was, offering to give us a private dance, and all I could think about was my sister? I felt rude. We were both being rude, honestly.
"Or..." my mom said when we were looking at her again.
"Or... what?" Maddie asked.
Unable to help it, I reached my hand out and placed it on my sister's bare leg, just below the edge of her skirt. Her skin was silky smooth as I began to caress it. She gasped at my touch. Her hand was still on my knee. Mom stood up and then slowly walked closer to us. Her gaze flicked down to where we each had a hand lazily rubbing one another's leg. When she looked at our faces again, she spoke in a low, almost smoky voice, "You two remind me so much of your uncle Devon and I."
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