An eventful ride home.

Connor smiled at his sister as she leaned over towards him, her legs spreading a little wider, her summer dress already hiked up to her mid-thigh. He liked her legs, liked the view she was giving him. But is it intentional? Connor wondered as his gaze lingered on her bare thighs. Her hand on his thigh sent a thrill of excitement through him, her small fingers squeezing just inches away from his hardening manhood. Just a little higher, Connor found himself wishing, wondering what her small would feel like on him, imagining her fingers wrapped around his girth. The mental image was enough to get him harder, his eyes lingering on her bare thighs as she asked him where to.

"You know where I want to go," Connor assured his sister with a smile, wondering if she'd catch his innuendo, hoping his double entendre seemed playful and not creepy. "I'll go wherever you want to take me," he added, his hand reaching out to reciprocate the thigh squeeze. God, her skin's so soft, Connor marveled as his fingers slide over her bare thigh, playfully squeezing her slender leg.

"Home it is then," Sophie giggles, enjoying the feel of her brother's large hand on her thigh, smiling to herself as he doesn't move it, seeming content to let it rest there as she maneuvers the Mini out into traffic. She started chatting with him, continuing their conversation from lunch as she purposefully chose the longest route back to his place, finding herself wanting to spend as much time with him as she could, choosing the streets with more traffic just to eke out a few more minutes to spend with Connor.

Connor found himself watching Sophie as she drove, his gaze flitting over her petite form, admiring her slender body as she masterfully maneuvered the Mini through some of the most congested streets. His fingers gently massaged her thigh as he let his hand rest there, wondering why she hadn't moved her leg or asked him to remove his hand, enjoying the feel of her soft toned legs under his fingers. Shifting in his seat, Connor noticed that he could steal glimpses down the front of her dress, his height giving him the ideal vantage point to look down her top, admiring the smooth tops of her small breasts. They may be small, but they look fantastic, he noted somewhat clinically as his hand shifted on her thigh, moving a few centimeters higher, pushing the skirt of her summer dress just high enough to expose the edges of her black lace panties.

Sophie found herself spreading her legs wider as her brother's hand slowly moved up her thigh, enjoying the feel of his large warm hand on her leg, knowing that he was looking at her, enjoying what he saw. If he pushes my skirt up any higher, I might as well not be wearing it, she mused with a pleased smile on her face, spreading her legs as wide as she could while driving, wanting to give Connor the best view she could.

Connor's focus was completely on her, watching Sophie carefully, admiring her small body as she drove, his hand slowly traversing the length of her thigh, his fingers venturing higher on her leg than a brother's ever should, his fingers venturing into territory usually reserved for lovers. The tip of his little finger was just barely grazing against the lace edge of her underwear, feeling the heat of her crotch as he watched her face when the car came to a sudden stop, Sophie's voice shattering his reverie.

"We're here," she sighed, frustration obvious in her voice. She wanted to keep driving, another block and he'd probably be touching her, cupping her pussy, and she wanted him to. Wanted to feel his hand on her, feeling those large fingers cupping her sex, rubbing her...

"Oh," Connor said, looking away from Sophie, looking up and around them, realizing that they were outside his place. "Uh, thanks... thanks for the lift," he stammered, reluctantly removing his hand from her leg. He wanted to keep it there, to continue caressing her... but could he? She hadn't given him any sign that she didn't want him to touch her there. In fact, the way she'd spread her legs, it was almost as if she was inviting him to touch her, to explore her body.

Sophie wanted to scream as Connor removed his hand, her leg suddenly feeling cold without his warm touch there, a shiver of frustration running through her as his fingers moved away from her eager sex. He'd been so close.... so close to touching her there! Sophie fumed, trying to hide her frustration as she smiled at her brother. "It was... it was good to see you again," she assured him, wanting to prolong this moment, wanting to keep him in her car. Touch me, Connor. Touch me again. Take me, Sophie chanted silently in her head, wishing he'd put his hand back, that he'd act on the obvious sexual tension between them, their mutual desire seeming to fill the car with the potential for anything.