Chapter 2: Shrouded in Darkness

The car ride home felt surreal. As the door closed, darkness enveloped us, the only light coming from the distant glow of the dashboard. The soft hum of the engine and the rhythmic bump of the road lulled my parents into a casual conversation in the front seats, but all I could focus on was Matti beside me. The leather of the seat was cool against my slick skin, sticking uncomfortably with each shift, but I barely noticed.

My mind raced, every thought colliding with the next. The weight of everything felt unbearable, yet strangely exhilarating. I rested my hand on the middle seat, close—too close—to his, and as the car swayed with each turn, I let my fingers inch slowly forward. My heart pounded in my chest, loud in my ears, as my fingertips brushed lightly against his skin.

My breath caught. It was the briefest contact, but it sent a jolt through me. I held my breath, waiting, hoping. Would he pull away? Would he meet me halfway? The tension in the car felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken desires. The soft whir of the air conditioning and the distant sound of the ocean faded into the background as I focused on that sliver of space between us—on the electric charge in the air, waiting to snap.

Then finally, his pinkie finger twitched, it hooked onto mine and clung on as the car jolted on the country road. My eyes strained but I couldn’t see Matti through the darkness, but his sun-beaten scent filled the small space between us, his breath ragged. My heart pounded so hard I could almost hear it, as if trying to drown out the voices in my head that screamed this was wrong— there was something thrilling about being hidden from view, the cover of darkness feeling like a twisted blessing

I hooked his finger back, feeling our grip tighten as we hung onto each other in desperation. My breath hitched and my heart pounded as I began to gently pull his hand across the distance between us —the forbidden touch or the feeling of control over him. My breath hitched, and I fought to stay quiet, praying my nervous breathing didn’t betray us. I pulled his hand towards my thigh, it radiated my heat onto his palm as it drew closer, I felt his desire to touch his sister in the darkness, it was deliciously lewd act.

As he made contact with my soft skin I gasped audibly, prompting mom to briefly look back and smile, unaware of the corruption taking place inches from her face.

Matti’s hand clasped my thigh, his fingers digging into my wanting flesh, feeling his sister’s body, savouring my heat. His fingers trembled against my skin, hesitant, almost unsure. I could feel his hand shaking, betraying his nervousness as I slowly parted my legs, little by little as my mouth hung agape, blowing hot needy breaths on the back of dad’s headrest.

I felt his hands wander and explore me, my back arched and my mind emptied, all the self-preservation leaving my body as if my soul was escaping, becoming replaced with a feral instinct and heat. Through my lustful delirium I felt my hips turn slightly offering him access. His hands reached the tender skin of my inner thigh and his pinkie gently grazed the bottom of bikini. My heart jumped and my stomach tensed up as I held back a moan. The sensation of his finger through the fabric, grazing against that special spot. I was lost, my mouth dry and hanging open.

He tried to pull back—maybe he was scared. But before he could, I grabbed his wrist in a flash of desperation. My hand smacked against his with a quiet clap, loud enough that I froze for a second, panic jolting through me. I glanced at the front seat. Mom turned slightly, but then settled back, oblivious. A shudder ran through me as I slowly, deliberately guided his hand back, returning it to the spot where I wanted him.

I felt the heat of his palm searing into the soft flesh of my inner thigh, his nervous sweat leaving a path as it moved closer and closer. I arched my back and held back revered moans as his hand finally touched it. The length of his pinkie finger pressed deliciously into the slit of my steadily dampening pussy. In a flash of desperation, I clamped my legs around his hand, holding him there, every movement he made sending sparks to the sensitive spot between my legs. His subtle struggle only heightened the sensation, the friction against my clit making it harder to stay silent.

I grabbed his wrist and guided his movements as he relaxed, his forearm muscles flexing as he obeyed my instructions with his deliberate strokes. I purred silently as I made his hand trace delicate lines up and down, side to side, through the soft fabric of my bikini. My own brother exploring me like this in the backseat of the car, while our parents sat inches away, completely unaware. The guilt and the unholy crossing of boundaries between their kids unfolding deliciously just out of their sight.

My had still griped his forearm but the movements were now his own. He weaved delicious circles on my swollen clit, making sure to savour the wetness as he run his finger between my labia, pushing the thin fabric against me. I was losing control.

My mind was going blank with the pleasure and the added stimulation of the slick fabric. I was becoming light-headed, delirious with need as I slumped down in the seat, opening my legs till they brushed against his knee. The sloppy and squelching sounds of my soaked pussy being abused were drowned out by the radio, just as I was drowning in the waves of impending pleasure spreading from the depths of my belly. I gritted my teeth and furrowed my brow as my thighs shook, a potent shudder of climax spreading through me as I let go.