Luke and Amy Ch. 08

"I wonder who I'll be bunking with." His hand continued to rub her knee and lower thigh. "I could volunteer to take the attic."

"You always loved it up there."

"Yeah and so did you. Do you remember when we'd go up there and hide when we were there for the Fourth of July parties?"

Amy giggled, "Yeah, cause there were like forty plus people in the house. We just wanted to get away from all the people and enjoy some quiet and talk and play cards."

Luke smiled fondly. "We could hear Mom and Dad yelling for us. Mom found our hiding place, and then joined us."

His sister laughed. "Remember, she was so mad at first. Then she said, 'It's quiet up here. Can I play go-fish with you guys?'"

Her brother grinned. "You always had us beat in go-fish. I swear you were psychic."

"Nah, I could just see through the back of your cards," she said with a wink and squeezed his hand.

"I always won Monopoly, though. At least I had that."

"Not always. I won twice," she protested playfully.

He chuckled, "Yes you did. Then, you rubbed it in my face all night."

Her tone changed to a sultry whisper as she spoke, "I like rubbing my pussy in your face these days." Her hand left his to grope his package.

"Rub your pussy in my face all you want," he said with a muffled groan.

She slid her hand down to his sac. The back of her fingers rubbed against the wooden seat as she massaged his balls. Then, she slowly came back up. She giggled as she took her hand away when she saw Katie coming to the table with their food.

The siblings shared a wicked grin. Luke quickly ran his hand underneath her skirt and along her inner thigh that was crossed over her other leg before setting his hand back on the table.

The waitress dropped off the dishes and asked if they needed anything else as she put a bottle of ketchup on the table. They both politely told her they were all set. Then, Katie let them be.

Amy took a sip of pop, and then mixed her salad with her fork before taking a bite. Luke cut his burger in half, and then began chowing down on it.

They talked more about the family members who would be at their grandmother's house tonight and tomorrow. The siblings always got along well with their mother's brother Cliff. He had a knack for making everyone laugh.

About halfway through their meal, a man who appeared to be in his mid-forties came in and sat at the bar.

Amy noticed him looking at her immediately. He was wearing a gray business suit with a white shirt and black tie. He sat alone, sipping a golden brew. His eyes trailed to her several times. She locked eyes with him for a moment and smiled. Luke noticed as well and grinned proudly, knowing his sister was the object of many male fantasies and she was his lover.

"Take your jacket off," her brother said softly.

"Why?" Amy asked.

"Cause your breasts look amazing in that top you're wearing. I know you like men looking at you."

She giggled and blushed, shying away into her shoulder. She wanted to tease the stranger, but she didn't want him to only allow her to do so because she wanted it. "Are you sure? I don't want to make you jealous. I only have eyes for you, my love."

He lowered his gaze and looked into her eyes through her glasses. "I am absolutely sure. Don't you remember a couple of nights ago? I know you're mine. I like showing you off. It's exhibitionism in a way."

His sister shivered as her flesh rose up with goose bumps. She clearly remembered Luke sharing her with Ethan and the events of the evening.

He took a bite of his burger, swallowed, and then said, "Take your jacket off and pull your shirt down a little. He won't be able to look away."

Amy smiled, nodded, and then put her fork on her plate. She looked down at herself as she unzipped her jacket, and then pulled her arms out. Her jacket fell behind her in the seat. Then, she wiggled as she pulled at the sides of her thin, lavender, spaghetti strap top. She worked it down until the white tops of her bra cups were showing and her cleavage was spilling out.

Amy looked over at Luke and saw him smiling as he chewed. She didn't need to look at the man, because she knew where his eyes were. She could feel them burning into her tits.

Her brother swallowed, and then wiped his mouth before kissing her ear. He whispered, "Now uncross your legs and open them up. Don't make it obvious. Don't look at him, yet."

She grinned as she did what she was told. She liked how he was coaching her and telling her what to do to drive the man wild with lust. Her legs opened as wide as they could with the confines of her skirt. Her brother reached down and tugged up on her skirt. She lifted up so he could bring it up higher on her thighs and her legs could open even wider, allowing the guy a view of her panties if he wanted it.

"This is so naughty," Amy whispered.

"You love naughty."

She giggled, "I do," and then brought a forkful of romaine lettuce to her mouth.

Amy lifted her eyes for a moment and saw the man shifting in his seat. She looked back down at her plate and smiled inwardly.

The restaurant was mostly empty. There was a couple snuggled up together in one of the booths in the bar, facing away from them. On the other side of the wall, there were a handful of patrons scattered throughout the establishment.

Luke finished his burger and left a heap of fries on his plate that he pushed away. He wiped his hands, and then found her thigh under the table. He massaged her creamy flesh, slowly working his way up to her panties.

"He can see your hard nipples," he muttered in her ear.

His statement made her nipples swell even more and press against the two thin layers of clothing on her chest.

Her brother continued to tease her thigh and graze his fingers over her panties while she finished her salad. Amy squirmed in her seat as his fingertips brushed over her clit. They only lingered for a moment before coming back down. Her cheeks and womanhood were equally hot.

Very soon after the teases began, she didn't want to eat anymore.

Luke glanced over at the guy. His eyes were glued on Amy's body, oblivious to anything else in the world. He knew that he was committing the visual to his memory.

He kissed her earlobe and spoke between soft kisses, "After we pay, I'm going to go to the bathroom. You're going to go up to him and tease him and use your womanly talents like I know you're capable of."

"Luke, I can't," she whispered as she nuzzled her warm cheek against his face. She looked over at the guy and locked eyes with him again. She nibbled her lip for a moment, and then looked away, playing coy.

"Why can't you?" He cupped her silk covered pussy in his hand. He could feel her arousal radiating trough the fabric. His cock had grown hard from teasing his sister and the man. His organ was now strained inside of his jeans.

"I don't know," she moaned softly as the heel of his hand ground against her clitoris. "I just can't. He's a stranger. What if something bad happens?"

He nibbled her ear, and then said, "After I use the restroom, I'm going to stand in the hallway and watch. You don't have to get up till you can see me again. I'll be right there if anything bad happens. I'm always here to protect you."

She closed her eyes and nodded. "I know you are."

"Don't worry. I'll never let anyone hurt you. You know that."

"I do," his sister whimpered.

"And, if he does something you don't want, like grabbing you, run, and I'll go beat him up. Then, I'll meet you outside after I've given him a couple shiners."

She shook her head and giggled. "You'd beat up a guy for me?"

"Hell yeah I would."

His sister kissed his cheek and smiled.

Her fluids were soaking through the silk and onto his hand. Amy reached over and felt his bulge under her palm. He was rock hard. She massaged him tenderly, letting her fingers dance over his hidden flesh.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," he said in a gentle groan into her ear.

His voice caused a tremor to run down her spine and to her toes. He took his hand from her mound, and then grazed his fingers over chest. His fingertips poked into the cup of her bra. Amy felt like she was about to melt from her arousal bubbling so intensely inside of her.

She opened her eyes and looked over at the guy at the bar. His eyes were glued to her. He idly held his beer glass in the air near his mouth, as if he was scared to move because it would cause her to disappear. She bit her lip as she caught his gaze with her eyes. Then, she closed her eyes and nuzzled into her brother's cheek.

"I just know how much you like attention and teasing men. You're a novice, yes, but I'm helping you aren't I?" His fingertips lightly rubbed over her erect nipple.

"You are helping me and I want to tease him," she murmured as she shivered. Her hand held his bulge a shade harder. She could feel him throbbing through his pants.

"Good girl. I knew you did," he muttered.

The waitress bounced back to the table. The siblings instantly separated upon seeing her. Katie giggled knowingly as she approached them. Amy blushed harder and just shook her head when she asked if they wanted boxes. She dropped off the check, Luke asked her to wait while he pulled out his card, and then handed it to her. Katie smiled, and then turned away.

"Luke, I'm nervous," his sister said softly.

He smiled, and then brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it between sentences, "You have nothing to be nervous about. You could tell him the sky is purple and you like to eat bugs. He'd still be into you and fantasize about you."

Amy giggled, "I'm not so sure about that."

"I am," he stated with a grin. He kissed each of her knuckles, and then settled their hands back on the table. "When you've had enough of teasing him, wink at me, and I'll come get you."

"All right."

Katie returned with the card and receipts. She thanked them, and then picked up their plates from the table. She wished them a good night before disappearing to the kitchen.

Luke signed the receipt and left a very good tip. Then, he rose up from the table. He bent down to kiss his sister's lips, and then made his way to the restroom.

Amy sipped the rest of her pop, wetting her dry mouth. She held the stranger's gaze and smiled with the straw between her lips. He grinned back. Her pulse raced while she waited for Luke to appear in the restroom hallway. She put her jacket on, left it unzipped, and then picked up her purse. She put it over her shoulder, appearing to be getting ready to leave.

Luke smiled to her from across the room and gave her a nod and a smile.

She got up from her chair, and then sauntered over to the bar. She held the man's gaze. The longer she looked into his eyes, the hotter she grew. His dark eyes pierced her and she noticed the flakes of gray in his brown hair as she approached. She swayed her hips and bounced purposely as she walked, causing her cleavage to give a delightful jiggle.

The couple in the booth was still there, turned away from Amy and her seductive walk. The bartender was keeping himself busy behind the bar.

She stopped when she reached his barstool. She felt like his heart must have stopped. His breathing was staggered as she reached over, took his beer from his hand, and then placed it down on the bar. Her fingertips danced along his arm, over his suit jacket.

"Hi," Amy said softly.

"Hello," he stuttered, "where is your boyfriend?"

"He's in the restroom," she replied. She bent her knees a bit, and then slowly rose back up, rubbing her breasts against his other arm.

"I don't want to get punched in the face."

Amy giggled playfully and tapped his cheek. "Don't worry. He knows I'm a slut."

The man groaned at her words. She could feel him trembling against her as she dragged her hand down his silk tie, slowly making her way to his crotch.

She lightly tickled his modest belly, just above his belt as she leaned into his ear and used her vixen tone, "Did you like seeing what he was doing to me?"

"Uh huh," was the only thing he could say. His voice was hoarse with lust for her.

Amy's lips brushed his ear as she whispered in a sultry tone, "Did you see my panties?" Her hand crept lower, but not touching his cock yet.

"Yes," he groaned in anticipation.

She looked to the hallway and saw her brother smiling and ready to pounce if he needed to.

Her hand turned as it came over his crotch. She rubbed the back of her hand along his hidden length. "Did you like them?"

"Yes."

Amy pulled away from his ear and smiled. "Would you like to touch me?"

The bartender looked over, but went back to polishing glasses, ignoring what was going on just a few feet away.

"Touch you?" the man questioned with surprise in his voice.

She smiled and used her free hand to pull her jacket away from her body. It stretched out, shielding the view from anyone who could be looking from the other side of the restaurant. "Go ahead, touch my tits. I know you want to."

He raised his shaky left hand and ran it over the large curve of her bosom. He quietly moaned the instant he touched her body. Amy smiled and bit her lip as his hand cupped her fleshy mound, weighing it in his hand. She looked down to see his hand on her and noticed a gold band on his ring finger.

Amy grinned wider. Her hand left his crotch, and then she ran her finger over his ring. "You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" she asked, raising a brow.

He just nodded. No words left his lips, though he seemed to try.

Her hand returned to his package. She ran her fingers along the outline of his member before curling her hand over it. She stroked him firmly though his slacks. His eyes closed and he groaned from her expert touch. Her fingers wiggled against him, pressing into his firmness. Her genitals were on fire. She didn't want to fuck him, but loved knowing what she was doing to him.

She looked deeply into his dark eyes. "I like naughty boys," she said with a flirty wink.

His mouth fell open and he groaned audibly. Amy could feel his member twitch against her hand.

"Will you do me a favor?" she asked softly, looking into his eyes.

He raised his eyes from her breasts. His breaths were short and raspy as he blurted out, "Anything."

He groped her tit harder, pressing his fingers into her flesh. Amy felt her nipple pressing against his palm. She rubbed his encased organ harder.

"Think about me when you fuck your wife," she said in a sultry whisper.

"God yes, I will. I promise," he groaned. "I don't think I will ever not be able to."

"That's a good boy," Amy smiled, and then kissed his flushed cheek. She winked at Luke as she came back from his face. "You know how to make a girl happy."

The man smiled. "I'll always fantasize about you."

"Your fantasy girl's name is Amy."

Her brother came up from behind the man. He quickly grabbed Amy's hand. Her jacket fell back against her body and the stranger's hand came off of her tit. She squealed with mock surprise when Luke grabbed her and pulled her away from him.

"You're such a fucking slut. I can't even use the restroom without you getting yourself in trouble," Luke growled.

Amy looked in his eyes. She knew he was playing a role. Her feet took a moment to catch up with her body as he took her out of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad," she pouted. "You know I can't help it."

He let go of her hand, and then reached under her skirt. The denim rumpled up on his wrist as he took a handful of her fleshy bum. "You're my slut, never forget that."

She squealed from his firm grip, "I'll never forget. I promise."

Luke withdrew his hand from her ass, and then straightened her skirt before they passed the host station. Amy turned her head and gave the guy a wink and a smile. She raised her hand and gave him a little wave when they reached the doors. Her brother patted her ass as she passed through the door that was opened by the hostess.

When the siblings reached the car, he pinned her against the passenger door. He ground himself into her as he spoke, looking into her ocean blue eyes, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she said with a smile, seeing the true love in his eyes.

He kissed her fiercely. His tongue invaded her mouth, searching every crevice and massaging her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him even closer to her.

He pulled away, leaving her panting for more. He grinned at her, kissed her forehead, and then took her hand. He brought her a couple steps back before opening the door for her.

Amy slid into the seat and he closed the door for her. She buckled up while he came around to the other side. He plopped down in the seat. He put on his seat belt, ignited the engine, and then took her hand.

"Did you enjoy teasing that guy?" Luke asked as he left the parking lot.

"Oh yes, very, very much," his sister replied, squirming in her seat. "He's going to fantasize about me while he's fucking his wife."

He grinned wide. "I could have told you that. Before you even went up to him he was going to be."

Amy giggled, "It was really hot for me to do that. But, you know what really got me hot?"

"Tell me."

"Knowing you were there watching me do it. That it was your idea and you encouraged me to do it."

"Amy," he squeezed her hand, "you were thinking it before I mentioned it. The moment he started looking at you, I knew you wanted to tease him."

She blushed. "How do you know me so well?"

"Because, I'm your brother, I know you better than anyone else in the world."

Amy noticed a truck stop right before they entered onto the on ramp. She wanted something to drink and to use the restroom since she was too distracted at the restaurant to think of it. She shrugged it off when she looked over at the gas gauge. They would need to fill up pretty soon anyway.

"Take off your skirt and your panties," her brother said bluntly.

Her mouth dropped open and she gasped, "What? Right now? Off?"

Luke grinned wickedly as he entered the highway. "Yes, right now. I know you're sopping wet after what you did in the restaurant."

She playfully shook her head. "All right, if you say so."

His sister lifted up from the seat as she unbuttoned, and then unzipped her skirt. She hooked her thumbs into her thong before wiggling both garments down her thighs. Luke glanced over as her shaven pussy came into view. He got a quick look at her swollen lips that were shiny with arousal. He set the cruise control while she kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet out of her clothes.

"Take off your jacket, too," he told her firmly.

Amy did as he said. She slipped her jacket off, and then held it in her hands. "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Put it on the console. In case I see a cop we'll need to cover you quickly before passing him."

She giggled, "Aren't you smart?"

"Sometimes," he said with a wink. He lifted his arm so she could put her jacket on the console. Then, he placed his hand on her thigh and opened her legs wide. "Put your other foot on the dashboard."

Amy lifted her right foot and placed it where she was told. She leaned back in her seat and lightly ran her ringers over her mound. She shivered instantly from the touch. "I'm insanely wet."

"I know you are, baby. You're going to do exactly as I say." Luke massaged her inner thigh. "Close your eyes."

She closed her eyes and nodded gently.

"Run your fingertips along your slit. Then, just barely poke it into your cunt."

His sister nibbled her lip as her fingers followed the trail from her clit to her cunt. She took her time, feeling her juices collect on her fingers before dipping her middle finger inside of her hole.

"Come back up. Rub your clit back and forth, but slowly." His eyes glanced between the road, the mirrors, and what she was doing next to him. He enjoyed giving her commands, because he knew she liked taking them.