Sophie

The siblings sat there, both of them lost in their thoughts, feeling the tension between them, the possibilities of what could happen filling the air between them with sparks like static electricity. Connor knew he should get out of the car, that he should say goodbye and leave, that what he was feeling, what he was thinking was wrong... but he found that he couldn't move.

Sophie sat there, forcing herself to breathe normally, her legs spread shamefully wide, her light summer dress hiked up to her narrow hips, as she wished he'd put his hand on her again. Silently wishing that he'd reach out and touch her, grope her, take her... Please Connor, please, she pleaded in her mind, her body shivering with frustrated excitement as she fought with herself, knowing this was wrong despite how right it felt.

"It was good to see you again," Connor assured his sister, breaking out his immobility, his hand going to the door handle, knowing that once he'd opened it, once he stepped out onto the sidewalk, then this moment,this opportunity, would have passed, probably forever.

"Yes," Sophie agreed, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice as he opened the door, his foot already on the sidewalk. He was leaving, the moment was passing... unless she did something to stop him, found someway to prolong this moment. "Connor?" She found herself calling out, surprised by the sudden desperation in her voice, "Could I... could I come up for a drink?" She asked impulsively, feeling her cheeks flush with shame at this blatant request, at how shameless the words sounded as they came out of her mouth.

"I... yeah, I guess so," Connor agreed, somewhat shocked at his sister's request. Shocked and elated. Glad that he might get another chance, might find that moment that allows them to push beyond the boundaries of propriety. "Come on in," he assures her with a smile, pausing to wait for her on the sidewalk.

Sophie hurriedly straightens out her dress, closing up her car, trying to act calm and collected despite the butterflies in her stomach, the nervous tremor in her hands. This was it. The moment she'd always fantasized about... would she have the courage to go through with it? What... what if he doesn't want me? She worried as she fell in beside him, walking eagerly towards his building. Nonsense, she assured herself, trying to calm herself. Especially with the way he was looking at me, the way he was touching me, she thought, pausing as Connor fumbled with his keys, unlocking the door of his building, holding the door open for her like a true gentleman. She flashed him a coy smile of thanks as she proceeded him into the quiet foyer of the building, purposefully walking close to him, brushing against him.

"Should we take the lift or the stairs?" Connor asked his sister as she moved by him, her petite body brushing against his suggestively. Is_ this really happening? _Connor wondered, or am I reading too much into this?

Sophie paused, looking between the lift and the stairs, wondering which they should take. She had a naughty flash of fantasy of the two of them in the privacy of the lift, hitting the stop button between floors, tumbling to the floor in a passionate heat... but she could also imagine finding a quiet corner of the stairs, Connor pressing her up against the wall on a landing, his hands up under her dress as he pinned her masterfully against the railing...