Sophie's Car

"This was fun," Sophie assured her brother as they winded their way across the patio, Connor letting her proceed him as they navigated between the crowded tables.

"Yes, it was," Connor agrees, his eyes tracing down his sister's back, focusing on her small but perfectly shaped bum, watching it move as she walks in front of him. "We should have done this ages ago," he assures her as they step out onto the sidewalk, both of them pausing, unsure what to do next. He didn't want this to end, wanted to prolong his time with Sophie, give himself time to make a pass at her, to see if she was interested... but how do I do it without being too obvious? Connor wondered as he stood there, facing his sister somewhat awkwardly.

"I'm parked this way," Sophie says, motioning down the street, wondering what she could do, what signal she could give her older brother that might prompt him into action.

"I'll walk you to your car," Connor volunteered eagerly, falling into step beside her. It was a pretty crowded sidewalk, numerous people jostling him as they walked past, bumping into his arm as groups of people squeezed past each other on the narrow sidewalk. To avoid the people, Connor moved closer to Sophie, his shoulder rubbing against hers with every step. The siblings kept talking, chatting together eagerly, their tipsy state causing their words to flow more freely. As Connor laughed at something his sister had said, his arm moved out, his hand caressing her shoulder, feeling her slender muscled back through her thin summer dress.

Sophie felt a thrill run through her as her brother put his hand on her back, feeling the firmness of his touch, the warmth of his hand at his unaccustomed contact. She felt a smile flicker across her lips as his hand lingered there, wishing that he'd move it down, that he'd slide his fingers down her back to her hip. Maybe even lower, she found herself thinking naughtily, enjoying the exciting closeness of his body to hers as they walked towards her car. Yes, just like that, Sophie found herself silently encouraging Connor as his hand lingered on her back, slowly sliding downwards, caressing the length of her spine until his fingers came to rest in the small of her back.

Connor watched his sister carefully out of the corner of his eye, trying to judge her reaction to his touch, the subtle caress as his hand caressed down her back, his palm pressing possessively into the hollow of her back as they walked. It was a very un-brotherly touch, hinting at an intimacy that they hadn't experienced yet. Yet, Connor assured himself, feeling confident as he notices the small smile on Sophie's lips, wondering if it was just his imagination or if she were walking with more of a seductive sway in her hips now.

"This... this is me," Sophie announces reluctantly as they come up beside her car, wishing now that she'd parked further away, somewhere more secluded where her brother might be more emboldened to make a move. Maybe I should invite him over, she wondered, reluctantly digging her keys out of her purse. But what if the girls are back from shopping? I want to be alone with him, she thought in frustration, wondering if they'd missed their chance, that now that they were at her car they'd part, go their separate ways...

"Oh," Connor sighs, frowning in disappointment as they stop, Sophie already digging in her purse for her keys. He didn't want her to leave, knew that if he didn't take a chance now he probably never would. "It was great seeing you again," he assured her as she found her keys, both of them sort of dawdling, neither one wanting to say goodbye but unable to come up with something that'd keep them together.

"Yeah, you too," Sophie says with a smile, moving to hug him. "It's been too long," she assures him softly, unsure if she's talking about the time elapsed since she'd seen him or how long the tension between had been there.

"It has," Connor agrees, taking her slender form into his arms, hugging her tight. He feels her petite body press against his, the warmth of her, the soft subtle scent of her filling his nose as he squeezes her. His face is so close to hers, his lips could brush against hers with just the slightest tilt of his head, his hand still resting in the small of her back...

Do it, Connor, Sophie wished, silently urging her brother on as she hugged him, feeling his body hard against hers, a shameful flush of excitement washing through her as she felt his cheek brush against hers, the light scrape of his stubble. Just turn your head, kiss me, Sophie thought towards him, her body trembling with excitement as he held her, her stomach filled with butterflies as she prayed for him to kiss her. Please.