Mother Nature

It was another strong gust of wind, a capricious breeze, that was the catalyst they needed. The warm summer wind suddenly whipping up again, catching the hem of Sophie's light summer dress and causing it to billow up, pushing it up to her narrow hips, exposing her legs and just a hint of her black lace panties. Connor turned his head, shielding his eyes from the wind and discovered that he could peer down through the metal grate work of the table top at one of the most enticing sites he'd seen. He found himself staring, his eyes running up his sister's legs, tracing over the lacy edge of her underwear. Those look nice. Very sexy. Expensive, he found himself thinking, his tongue licking his lips instinctively as he ogled his sister.

Sophie gasped as the wind kicked up, her hand going to push her skirt down when she noticed where Connor was looking, a small shock of excitement running through her as she realized he was staring at her legs, at her panties! Could he be interested? Sophie wondered to herself, biting her lip in nervousness as she wondered whether she could tease more of a response out of her brother. Only one way to find out, she thought to herself, slowly spreading her legs slightly, her hand gripping the hem of her skirt, making it look like she was trying to straighten her dress when she was really pulling it out of the way, trying to give Connor a better view.

Connor's mouth twitched into a smile as he stared at his sister's panties, glad that the wind was wreaking havoc on her wardrobe, giving him this opportunity to admire her lace black panties as she struggled to fix her dress. Very nice, Connor nodded to himself, his eyes running over the black lace, the slightly see through fabric as Sophie's legs opened slightly, treating him to a lovely view between her thighs, his eyes running over the mound of her sex, tracing along the shape of her sex outlined by her panties.

He's definitely interested, Sophie exclaimed happily in her head, watching her brother's gaze as he stared at her crotch, watching the change in his eyes as she spread her legs a little wider. I know you like what you see, Connor, the wife and mother thought towards her brother, now come and get it. Take what you want, she willed her brother, feeling a rush of excitement wash down through her body, the warm pleasant eagerness centering in her sex. Christ, I'm getting wet just from him looking at me, she marveled, shifting in her seat a little, slumping down in the chair to push her panty covered sex closer to her brother's ogling eyes.

God, I want to pull those panties off of her and lick that lovely mound for days, Connor thought to himself, wondering how she'd taste as his lips licked his lips once more. I need to know, I need to find out, he assured himself, knowing that no matter what he was going to have her, that he was going take her even if she didn't want him. "We should... we should get going," Connor suggests even though neither one of them has finished their meal. "It's getting late. I'll... I'll walk you to your car," he offers, hoping that there's some quiet corner, an alley or doorway, along the way where he can satiate his lust for her. Or maybe he could convince her to go someplace else, someplace more secluded.

"Oh, yeah," Sophie agrees, smoothing her skirt back down, hiding her panties from her brother once more. Would this be the time? Will he really do it? Sophie wondered to herself. If he doesn't, I'll make a move, she promised herself as she stood up, paying the tab, waiting for her brother to walk her to her car.