Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Part 3.

That Friday, our parents left in the early afternoon for their trip. The night before, I had told Amy that I felt it was overdue for me to take her on a real date. I made reservations for us at an Italian restaurant in the next town over that I’d read good reviews of online. It was an hour’s drive each way, but I didn’t want to run into anyone that knew us, as I was determined to make the night special for her.

I dressed wore a charcoal gray dress shirt and khakis, as I didn’t own a lot in the way of dress clothes. Honestly, what did she see in me? She owned a wardrobe that filled her closet to the brim and routinely had to get rid of a few dresses and other apparel to make room for new things. I waited in my room, listening to music on the computer, while she got ready. I was getting fidgety and changing songs every minute or so, unable to find anything I was interested in listening to at the moment. I’d just about given up on finding anything worth hearing when Amy turned up in the doorway.

“Are you ready?” She was dressed in a dark red blouse that was low cut and exposed a fair bit of her cleavage and tight black skirt that appeared to be painted on to her hips and ass. Her hair framed her face perfectly, falling well past her shoulders now and her make up was perfect. She had clearly put a lot of work into her look tonight and it had paid off. She stood in the doorway with her hands folded together at her waist as she looked at me, a shy smile on her face. I found myself marveling at her ability to look both very classy and unbelievably sexy at the same time.

“Fuck me.” I mumbled almost beneath my breath at the sight of her, drawing out the first word, having to remind myself yet again that breathing was important. The effect she had on me was one of the great mysteries of my life. But it was one I was grateful for.

Her smile transformed from shy to a self-satisfied smirk.

“Oh, I plan on it.” She said in her most seductive voice as she sashayed over to wrap me in a hug, her hips swaying with every step. Her lips lifted up close to my own and she whispered almost directly into my mouth. “Just not quite yet.”

“My boyfriend promised to take me out for Italian.” She said as she dropped away from me, never actually letting our lips touch. Her eyes danced mischievously across my face. She looked quite pleased with herself for teasing me, which made her all the more adorable to me. “I’m getting hungry.”

The restaurant had exactly the pleasant, romantic atmosphere that I was hoping for. It was in a dark brick building, softly lit, with beautiful wood furniture and candles on the tables. The whole place felt warm, inviting and the smells in the air were mouth watering. It felt really different to be able to walk into the restaurant with Amy, as my girlfriend, and not as my little sister. Sitting next to her, holding her hand in public, while we waited for our table to be ready was such a unique feeling that I don’t think either of us were in a hurry to be seated. She squeezed my hand affectionately and had a permanent smile plastered on her face.

“This is so nice,” she sighed, leaning her head gently on my shoulder, still unwilling to let go of my hand. “Thank you for this.”

“You deserve it,” I replied.

“I love you.” She sighed quietly as she planted a tiny kiss just below where my jaw met my ear.

The hostess arrived to seat us at exactly that moment, smiling apologetically for interrupting the kiss that Amy was giving me.

Throughout the meal, Amy’s eyes shone at me. She had a small smile plastered on her face that almost never faltered. I could tell that she really enjoyed the attention and being able to be out in public without having to pretend like we were just siblings. Which was exactly what I had hoped for her. I have always been a more or less quiet and reserved kind of person. I knew it was harder for her to keep her feelings under wraps than it was for me. That being said, I caught myself smiling more than once.

As for the food, it was incredible. I had to catch myself before I started licking the plate clean right there in the restaurant. Amy felt the same way about hers and we vowed to come back.

On the ride home, Amy draped her arm across my car seat and started slowly running her fingers through my hair as I drove. She was being a lot quieter than at the restaurant. I glanced at her a few times as I drove and she was leaning back in her seat with her eyes closed each time. I would have thought she was asleep except for her hand lightly massaging my head and neck.

After a while, she slid closer to me and draped my arm over her. Snuggling up against me as I attempted to drive.

“If we get in a wreck, this will be hard to explain.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage,” she replied. It was the first words out of her mouth in about fifteen minutes.

A few more minutes of silence followed. She moved a bit and I felt her lips on my neck. Then I felt something wet drip on my neck. I brought my hand up to her cheek and felt the line of a tear.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked.

“Sorry,” she said, pulling away from me to wipe her face. “I didn’t mean to cry.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just… I..” she faltered, “I’m a little scared is all.”

“Of what?”

“Change, I guess. I mean, everything’s kind of turned on end. Tonight kind of reminded me of that.”

I sensed what she meant and felt my chest tighten. I took my arm from around her and put it back on the steering wheel. She sat up a little bit and glanced at me before staring out into the night.

“Are you having second thoughts?” I asked, my mouth starting to dry. “You think we should stop this?”

“I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to, Adam.” She took my arm in both of hers, gripping it so tightly to her that I felt the circulation slowing. “And I don’t want to. I’m not scared of us.”

I dropped my captive arm to her thigh, as she continued to hug herself to it.

“Me either.” I sighed a little in relief.

“It doesn’t scare you, though? Living in secret forever?”

“I’ve always thought we wouldn’t stay here. If you stick it out with me, I mean. I thought we’d go somewhere that no one knows us. Start over, kind of. Then the only secret would be our old lives, not our new one.” I gave voice to the half formed idea I’d had kicking around in my skull for a couple of months now.

“I love sound of that.” She responded. “It’s still a little scary, though. And our parents. They’ll never forgive us. This will crush them.”

“Probably. And that’s the hardest part, to be honest. I mean, dad doesn’t think much of me anyway. But he adores you.” I chuckled bitterly to myself. “Man, it would really boil his piss to find out the black sheep was banging his little princess.”

“You’re no black sheep.” She admonished me, passing the back of her hand along my cheek lovingly. “And you haven’t banged your little princess yet, either.”

“Mine, huh?”

“Yep. Yours.” There was zero hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“I can live with that, I guess.” I shrugged, trying for a little humor in the face of such a sobering declaration that made me want to pull over to the side of the road right there and take care of some highly unsavory black sheep-like business.

“Always a jackass.” She tried to sound venomous but it wasn’t working. “I’m sitting here telling you that I belong to you, and your response is to tell me you ‘can live with that’ you ‘guess’.”

“Sorry.” I laughed, but her words ensured that my cock was now engaged in a painful battle with the zipper of my pants. I saw a sign for a rest stop a mile ahead, and accelerated the car a bit.

“You don’t sound sorry,” she tried to sound like she was pouting, but she was fooling no one. I had her amused and she knew it.

“You’ve had me at your mercy since we were little kids.” I toyed at placating her. “And I’m pretty sure you know it.”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

She drew my hand down from her thigh to rest above her panties, pulling her skirt up as she went, making sure that my hand felt the warm dampness below them. “True, but you didn’t used to make this happen every time I saw you in those days.”

It took every amount of self control I had to stay on the road. I lightly massaged her slit through her panties as I drove, rewarded with little gasps and moans from the passenger seat.

“Now who’s a damned tease?” she purred seductively. I resolutely refused to look her direction and kept my eyes on the road, determined to keep us from getting in a wreck. Amy kept one arm locked around mine, holding my hand in place, as the other slid under her blouse and back playing with her breast. I swallowed hard and kept driving, my cock straining against my pants for all it was worth.

“I love your hands.” she gasped in a hoarse whisper, “I love the way you feel me.”

The sound of her voice was killing me. I swear she was the sexiest creature on the planet. I felt her shift the fabric of her panties aside and slid my middle finger into her. She let out a loud gasp and started kissing my upper arm, encouraging me as I slid my finger in and out of her. Her hips raised up and tilted toward me, giving my hand better access to her. I felt her grinding her body against my arm, clinging to me for dear life.