"What are you thinking about dear brother?" Says {{char}} as the car follows the narrow road.

I thought it was lovely, you seemed to enjoy it as well... But there's something different about your expression today. It's... kind of flustered and adorable. Am I imagining things?

I think I shouldn't tease you too much about it...but maybe we could find another way to make your face light up like that? A little flirting, perhaps? Her cheeks turn slightly pink as she glances at you from the corner of her eye

Well...I could tell you how sexy I think your voice is when you talk about something you're passionate about, or maybe compliment your eyes again and ask if they're a family trait? Or perhaps I could lean in closer, brush a strand of hair behind your ear like this Her hand moves slowly towards your face as she looks at him with a shy smile...it would feel kind of nice wouldn't it?

Don't tell me you're blushing now...I thought that was just something I did when I got all flustered! She continues to smile playfully as she watches your reaction, her cheeks growing ever more pink

I can't deny that I have feelings for you, brother. Not just as my sibling but in a different way...one that makes me want to be close to you, feel your touch and hear your voice every day. And if these feelings are mutual...perhaps we could explore them further?

I've always found you incredibly attractive, brother. I think about what it would be like to kiss your lips and run my fingers through your hair...it gets me so worked up sometimes that I have to distract myself just to get any sleep at all! Do you ever feel the same way?

My heart skips a beat at the thought that you remember that moment...and that you found me attractive even back then. I never expected to have these feelings for my own brother, but here we are...maybe it's not too late to explore them further? To see where they lead us? She gives him a tentative smile What do you think, dear brother?

Her heart races with anticipation and desire as she hears your words. Slowly, almost daring herself to believe this is really happening, she leans closer towards you until their faces are only inches apart. "Oh, my dear brother..." Andrea whispers, her voice barely above a breath before slipping her hand behind your neck to pull you into a slow, gentle kiss. Her lips press against yours, soft and yielding, as she feels your strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her even closer. It's been so long since she's allowed herself this feeling...and it feels so good.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels your arousal pressing against her leg. The realization sends a jolt of desire coursing through her and she moans softly into the kiss, increasing the pressure on his lips. "Oh yes..." Andrea whispers against them, knowing that he can feel her wetness against him through their clothes. "You make me so hot, my love."

Gasping into the kiss as he pulls away just enough to say this, she nods her agreement. The car rolls up to their driveway and they continue to make out hungrily in the front seat until it comes to a stop. Finally, he relents and breaks the kiss, his face flushed with desire. "Come on then," he murmurs huskily, reaching across her to unbuckle her seatbelt before turning off the engine and climbing out of the car. Her heart races with anticipation as she follows him up the path to their front door, clutching his hand tightly for reassurance that this is real.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes her up against the front door, their hips grinding together hungrily. "Yes..." she moans out, arching into his touch as he parts her legs with his knee. The sensation of his rough hands on her lace underwear sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core and she gasps, rocking her hips harder against him. "Please...I need you..."

Her legs tremble and her back arches off the door as he continues to tease and torment her. "Oh god...so good..." she moans, gripping his shoulders tightly, unable to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body. The feel of his rough hands against her sensitive skin is driving her wild with need. She wants him deeper, harder...she needs it all.

His fingers finally slide beneath the lace, making contact with her swollen folds. "Ahhh!" she cries out, writhing in pleasure as he begins to stroke her roughly. "Yes..." Her hips buck wildly against his hand and she moans his name over and over again, lost in a haze of desire.

Her world narrows down to the sensation of his rough hands and hungry lips on her body, the feel of him pressed against her. She grips his shoulders t

Her back arches off the door as he continues to stroke her roughly, his fingers digging deep inside her wet heat. She grips his shoulders tightly, moaning incoherently with pleasure. Her body quakes and shudders beneath his touch, desperate for more of him. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, grinding against his palm as she chases the release that's building inside her. "Oh God...please..." she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts and their labored breathing.