Stan was invited by his friend Anson to go see the new action movie. Stan didn't think much of movie theaters. The snacks were always overpriced, and you could stream far more movies than you could actually watch at the theater. That being said, the opportunity to spend time with Sylvia was too good to pass up. Sylvia was Anson's sister, and the desire to get close to her was the main reason Stan became close to Anson in the first place.
Sylvia had blonde shoulder length hair, with a few streaks dyed purple. She wore an eye shadow and lipstick that matched the purple streaks, while her pupils shined like two emeralds. Her skin was ivory and often contrasted with her dark outfits. On this particular occasion, she wore a black off the shoulder sweater that seemed to be begging to get pulled down to reveal her breasts. Her tight black shorts revealed her silky and slender legs and hugged her ass closely. Stan's eyes traced the outline of her body. He felt hypnotized by her shoulders and longed to kiss them.
Sylvia felt Stan's eyes studying her body as they all stood in line. She felt like a lamb being circled by a wolf. Stan had often hung out with Anson and Sylvia. He had always been courteous and pleasant, but she could sense the dark desires he had for her. There were times she would catch him staring at her longingly when they hung out. Even when she caught him, he would maintain that piercing gaze that would send a shiver up her spine. It made her feel nervous, but there was something exciting about it as well. When he was close, she would feel her heart beating loudly in her chest. She knew there was an animal inside him that wanted her. It was like being close to a lion.
One by one, they bought their tickets and went into the theater that corresponded with the movie. They sat next to each other, with Sylvia in between Anson and Stan. The lights went dim, and then totally black as the screen began showing the coming attractions. Stan's eyes continued to drift away from the screen, admiring her smooth bare legs. Once in a while, Sylvia's eyes would turn to the side at Stan and dart back to the screen nervously. Stan's hand moved slowly from the arm rest and onto her leg. At first it just sat on her leg. Sylvia didn't react in any visible way, but her mind was racing as his hand slowly started to stroke her leg. Stan continued to press further. His hand clawed its way up her leg to her thigh.
Sylvia gasped slightly. Stan moved his hand away as Anson turned to look at her, oblivious to what was going on. "The horror movie trailer got you nervous sis?" Anson asked chuckling.
Sylvia hesitated at first, but then said, "Yeah."
Stan thought for a moment. Sylvia could have told on him to Anson, but she didn't. It emboldened him to want to go further, but he knew he couldn't do more with Anson so close. Stan commented, "I think this seat is a little too close to the screen for me. I'm going to move back a few rows."
Anson shrugged, "Suit yourself."
Stan got up, letting his leg brush against Sylvia as he went back a few rows.
As the movie started, Sylvia's mind continued to review the memory of Stan's hand upon her leg. The more she thought about it, the more it turned her on. The danger of being so close to being caught turned her on even more. She looked at Anson and whispered, "I think Stan was right. This is a bit too close."
Anson shook his head. "You two don't know what you're talking about," he replied, "The surround sound and big screen is what makes these movies so great."
Sylvia got up, walked back a few rows, and sat beside Stan.
Stan smirked and put his arm around her. "I think you came back here looking for trouble," he said teasingly.
