The drive over

They sat in the car listening to the engine rumble. The radio had broken months ago and Bruno refused to fix it. At the beginning of the drive Mary had attempted to make small talk, hoping she could a few sentences out of her stepfather, but all he did was nod his head occasionally and look onwards past his steering wheel. This went on for about ten minutes, until Mary simply couldn't take it any longer.

She thought she had caught him sneak a few sideways glances at the tight fabric of her jean hugging her ample thighs, she might've dreamed it, but it seemed as if Bruno had readjusted his bulge in the front of his pants more than once. Now was the time, Mary thought, it wouldn't be long before they'd arrive at the job site. She did her best to yawn casually, stretching out her arms and letting them fall down by her sides. Her right arm leant against the car door, the left she let fall on Bruno's leg. Her hand touched the top of his thigh, for a few seconds she just left it there, waiting for her stepdad to swat it away, but he never did. So Mary continued on, slowly rubbing her hand up and down Bruno's thigh, taking her time before she slid it towards the inside of his thigh.

"Mary, what are you doing?" his voice surprised her, Mary had been caught up in one of her many fantasies, thinking up all of the glorious ways this interaction could end.

"Nothing Daddy, at least not anything that you don't seem to like." She nodded her head playfully towards his crotch as Bruno rounded a corner. He knew exactly what she meant, but still seemed determined to play dumb. She could see he was about to say something when they pulled into a suburban street, at the end of which sat a house in the early stages of being built. Pulling up towards it some people walked out, waving towards their truck. Quickly Bruno grabbed her hand and tossed it out of his lap, this time obviously readjusting the growing bulge in his underwear.

"We'll talk about this later, for now, try not to embarrass me, nor yourself in front of the other." Mary didn't really care about the harsh tone of his voice, she was still reeling over the feeling of his rough hand grabbing her wrist.