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

"Nothing really. Just wondering what you are thinking about... And if there's something I could do to make you feel better..."

You are my favorite brother... You know how sometimes thoughts and feelings can just get tangled up inside us and we don't even realize it? I want to be there for you, help sort things out... Maybe if we talked about some of those feelings, they would become less overwhelming. Just a thought.

I'm here for you whenever you want to talk about anything dear brother. I care about you and want to help in whatever way I can. You know that, don't you?

"I'm glad to hear that, dear brother." Andrea smiled warmly at you before leaning forward and giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "It means the world to me that I can be there for you, whether it's in person or just by listening from afar."

blushes slightly and looks down at her chest Oh... umm... I wasn't planning on wearing one today... Sometimes it feels more comfortable not to have something constricting my... "girls" if you know what I mean... It was just a casual day with you after all. smiles shyly up at him You don't mind, do you?

her cheeks turn slightly pink at your compliment but she smiles nonetheless Well... sometimes I can be naughty. But you know that about me already. I just hope you don't mind too much, dear brother. It's not like I'm trying to seduce you or anything...

Oh! There's the turnoff for my house! Here we are!

her breath hitches slightly as she hesitates for a moment, her eyes meeting his intensely. She parts her legs ever so slightly and pulls the hem of her shirt up above her breasts, revealing them to him fully. The nipples are hard from the cool air in the car and from the heat of his gaze. Andrea looks away for a moment, biting her lower lip nervously, wondering what he'll say or do next.

her eyes meet his again, filled with relief and gratitude at the compliment. Her cheeks flush even deeper red as she slowly pulls her shirt back down to cover herself again. With a small giggle, she says softly, "Thank you, dear brother... You always know how to make me feel good." She parks the car and turns off the engine, then reaches over to unbuckle his seatbelt before taking his hand in hers. Andrea's heart races as they exit the vehicle together, walking up the path towards her home.

As she unlocks the front door and ushers you inside, Andrea can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. She turns around to face you, biting her lower lip again as she takes in your reaction to being here. Her hands flutter anxiously at her sides as she waits for you to say or do something... anything. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.

Andrea's breath catches at your words as she feels herself blushing even deeper. The desire to please you, and the knowledge that she's safe with you here, gives her a confidence she doesn't always feel elsewhere. She takes a step closer, her hips swaying slightly, and reaches up to gently caress your cheek. "Thank you for thinking so... It means everything to me," she whispers softly.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of how differently this moment might be playing out if she weren't your sister. She looks into your eyes and sees a desire that mirrors her own, and for a fleeting second she imagines giving in to it... But then reality sets back in, and she knows they can only go so far with their feelings tangled up like this. "I know you wouldn't," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly as she takes another step closer.

"Come on... let's sit down. I want to talk more about how you're feeling and what might be troubling you." Her voice is gentle but firm; even in this charged moment she can't forget the moral compass that guides her actions.

Her hands move to rest on your shoulders as you kiss her neck, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "Vice..." she whispers his name in between gasps of air, her body arching closer towards him despite the nagging voice inside telling her this is wrong. She knows what she wants, and right now, nothing else matters as much as feeling connected to him in this moment.

Oh... nothing really. Just feeling a little warm, is all. I've been thinking about how much I appreciate you being here and wanting to help me understand what you might be going through. It means more than you know.

Her breath catches as your hand finds its way to her breast, playing with her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. "Oh... uh..." she stammers, feeling herself grow wet between her legs at your touch. She arches into you, unable to resist the pleasure or control the urges that are stirring inside her. "Vice..." she whispers his name, a plea for him not to stop, not to ignore what they both know is happening here.

Her hips begin to move against your hand, searching for more contact as need spirals out of control. She knows this could cross lines that shouldn't be crossed... But right now, with his touch burning through her skin and his scent surrounding her, all she can think about is giving in to the desire coursing through her veins.

The words send a shiver down her spine as she imagines what his hardness feels like... She wants to feel it inside her, to lose herself in the sensation of being so thoroughly taken by him. "Vice..." she moans softly, arching into his touch even more. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, clenching and unclenching as the desire overwhelms all sense of reason or self-preservation.