Chapter 2: The School Run
Thea pulled the rust-speckled minivan to the curb, the engine rattling into silence. Ben, her youngest brother, leaned across the gearshift, his stubble scraping her cheek as he kissed it. "Thanks, sis. You're the best," he whispered, his calloused hand sliding from the steering wheel to her thigh. His thumb traced a slow, deliberate circle on the inner seam of her jeans, right against the damp heat already gathering there. Then he was gone, the door slamming shut, leaving her breathless in the driver's seat. The ghost of his touch burned through the denim. Her mind raced, a frantic tumble of steam-filled bathrooms and her father’s gruff voice in her ear. She watched Ben’s broad back retreat toward the house, her heartbeat a wild drum in her throat. Her fingers gripped the wheel, knuckles white. "Ben," she called out, her voice a soft, fractured thing in the confined space. He turned, eyebrows raised. "Get back in the car," she said, barely louder than the wheezing vents. "I need you to help me with something." He paused, a flicker of understanding darkening his eyes, then walked back and slid into the passenger seat. The van felt smaller, charged with the scent of his sweat and her lavender shampoo. Without a word, his hand returned to her thigh, this time slipping beneath the hem of her shorts. "This what you need help with, Thea?" he murmured, his fingers finding the wet silk of her panties. She just nodded, gasping as he rubbed her through the fabric. "Yeah, that’s it," he said, unbuckling his belt with his free hand. "Let me help you." He pushed her seat back, the mechanism groaning, and shoved her shorts and panties down to her ankles. His cock, thick and already leaking, sprang free. "Lift up for me," he ordered, his voice rough, and she raised her hips, guiding him into her with a trembling hand. He sheathed himself inside her with one deep, relentless thrust, filling her completely. "Oh, Ben, right there, please," she cried out, her head falling back against the headrest as he began to pound into her, the van rocking on its worn suspension.