Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne
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Copyright 2011 by C. Shields
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Table of Contents
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Chapter One : In Dreams
Chapter Two: Winning Her Heart
Chapter Three: A Spark of Hope
Chapter Four: Dionne’s Secret Dilemma
Chapter Five: Falling
Chapter Six: Conflicted
Chapter Seven: No Fighting Fate
Chapter Eight: Under the California Sun
Chapter Nine: If At First You Don’t Succeed
Chapter Ten: Dionne’s Dilemma Unfolds
Chapter Eleven: Quiet Before the Storm
Chapter Twelve: Game. Set. Match
Chapter Thirteen: Tentative Surrender
Final Chapter: In Their Own Words
Epilogue
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Chapter One: In Dreams
Aidan climbed the stairs to his sister’s bedroom in the attic of their family home. He felt his body come alive, sizzling with lustful anticipation as adrenaline pumped through his veins for what he knew he was about to see.
He came to her door, took the lever, and slowly opened it. He could barely breathe when he heard her soft moans and the distinct slapping of wet flesh coming from the direction of her bed. He knew she was enjoying her “alone time”, masturbating in private, while fantasizing only about him.
It was a hot, late spring day, and no one was home but Dionne and him. He’d seen her take a dive in their backyard swimming pool under the mistaken assumption she was home alone because she’d decided to go swimming in the nude. This was something she would otherwise never do. But she couldn’t have known eyes were watching her from the kitchen window. She didn’t know he was home early because swimming practice was canceled.
As the door opened wider, her bed came into his view and her gasps and moans grew louder. His cock was harder than a rock by then, and it felt as if his blood had turned into molten lava. Inch by sexy inch, her naked body came into view, starting from her small, bare feet, up her delicate ankles, her long calves, her knees, her spread thighs, her generous hips, her surprisingly flat tummy, and her firm, young breasts, and finally to her pretty face, flung back on a bed of golden-brown locks . . .
He paused in the open door with hand on lever and watched his big sister naked on her bed with knees folded and spread wide. She was holding her pussy lips open while tapping and rubbing her swollen clit with two of her fingers, completely caught up in her naughty afternoon alone time, so she didn’t hear him.
Her fingers were glossy with her honey, and he could see the little pink hole his eager cock begged to impale. Pre-cum oozed abundantly from the tip of his swollen dome just by that hot, sexual thought.
She had the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen; pink, shaved, and with swollen lips ready to be licked and sucked. They were made for it. His mouth watered as his own lips swelled, longing to bury his face between his sister’s widespread thighs, kissing and licking her sweet pussy until she screamed in orgasm for him.
“Aidan? What are you doing in my bedroom?”
His burning eyes rose to see his sister looking at him. She’d stopped the vigorous massaging of her pussy, but her fingers were still on that luscious mound, holding her nether lips open as if to show him what paradise looked like. But she needn’t bother. He already knew.
When she saw his gaze roam down to her fingers, she let two of them stroke sensuously slow over her swollen cleft as she sent him a come-hither smile. She was beautiful when she was naked. She wasn’t overly slim, nor did she have huge breasts, but the body he’d fantasized about for a long time was now exposed and more perfect to him than any of his beautiful girlfriends.
“What are you doing in your bed, Dionne?” he answered with a hoarse voice.
She smiled with all the love he knew she possessed for him. It seemed to just beam from every pore. “Thinking of you,” she answered.
“Thinking of me? While playing with your wet pussy?”
“It’s the best time to think of you, little brother,” she gave back. Then her eyes roamed down his lean body dressed only in a pair of blue boxers that were now distorted by his huge erection. “Well, not so little brother, I should say. And apparently, you approve.”
“Yeah,” he answered with a wolfish smile. “You know I do. You’ve always known it, Dionne. You know how I’ve been looking at you although you pretend not to see.”
“So . . . do you want to watch as I play with myself?” She smiled seductively as she stretched her wet pussy lips wide, making her hard clit poke out. “Or do you want more than that?”
“I want you.”
“Then come here and show me how much.”
He was by her bed in two strides. He felt his body tense when his naked sister rose and her hands reach for his boxer shorts. He caught and held his breath when he felt her gentle fingers touch his hard abs before they slipped down and took his boxers by the waistband.
“Let’s see just how much you want me,” she said with a throaty laugh as she looked up at him with smoldering amber-brown eyes that were bright with excitement.
Only for him.
His big sister slowly pulled down his boxers as his hard stomach tensed. His oozing, petrified erection sprang free and slapped hard against his abdomen. Her smile faded as she stared at his huge dick while her hands pulled his shorts down to his knees, and let them go. From there they dropped in a puddle around his bare feet.
“You’re beautiful,” she said with a breathless gasp. “You’re beautiful all over.”
He was an active guy, more outdoors than indoors in the California sun. He was tanned from head to toe, with not a blotch of pale skin anywhere. There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere, either. A very active life ensured he was as lean as a human body could be.
His sinewy muscles tensed when his sister wrapped delicate fingers around his fat, hard cock. He slowly closed his eyes as he let out a long, haggard growl.
“You like that, don’t you?” she whispered, her hot breath fanning his aching cock.
Feeling it, his eyes flew open just when petal-soft lips kissed his turgid length with love and devotion. He knew his sister’s lips were soft and warm, and she didn’t disappoint him, but he couldn’t help but be surprised when her small, pink tongue curled out from swollen lips as she gazed up at his stark face with her smoldering bunny eyes.
“You like to watch me make love to your cock, don’t you?” she purred.
“Yes,” he answered, as his tense, lean hand gently lay on her silky, golden-brown hair. “I need it, Dionne. I need your love all to myself,” he confessed softly, making her smile.
He let his thumb caress the silky hot skin of her temple as she glued their gazes as one. She lovingly kissed and licked
his cock, gently stroking him at the same time until he oozed so much pre-cum it covered his dome completely, dripping down his length where his sister’s gentle, stroking hand spread it over every inch of his proud shaft.
Without any hesitation, Dionne’s tongue gently licked up along his veined length before wrapping her swollen lips around the glossy dome, sucking him with loving lips. She was clearly enjoying the taste of his nectar immensely, but he couldn’t take much more of it. He had to taste his sister’s wet pussy, too, so he pulled his hips back as he took her shoulders and made her lie on her back.
Her thighs spread wider as he buried his face between her legs. Her aroma was the headiest he’d ever inhaled, and he took a long, deep haul. Her pussy was the sweetest he’d ever tasted. He kissed her swollen nether lips, sucking on one then the other before slowly running his tongue up along her pouty crevice, licking her until her gasps and moans became the finest music in his ears.
Pulling back a little, he watched as his finger pushed into her hole. The walls immediately collapsed around his stiff, invading digit before he began to slowly pump in and out of her while he resumed licking her spread pussy and gently sucked on her hard little clit.
“Aidan!” he heard his sister whisper over and over again. He could feel the powerful contractions of her channel squeeze repeatedly around his thrusting finger. He felt one of her hands reach down and cup his head, pressing him tighter against her pussy as her other slipped up her body to pinch her erect, golden nipples.
She barely gave him warning when she suddenly caught her breath and her hips bucked. He felt her channel squeeze tight around his persistently pumping finger just before he felt her juices flow around it when she exploded in a powerful orgasm . . . calling his name.
Pre-cum oozed from the swollen dome of his cock, dripping on the pastel rug under his knees. He ached so much for her now that he had to force his lust down otherwise he wouldn’t be able to control the timing of his orgasm. He had a point to make, and he needed to restrain himself in order to make it.
He pulled back as he let his sister slowly relax, but then he rose over her, looking down into her beautifully flushed face.
“I need you,” he said with a deep, hoarse voice. “I need you always. I need you now.”
She opened her gorgeous eyes still smoldering with spent passion, and smiled warmly up at him. “I need you, too,” she confessed with so much love, he felt he could explode right then and there.
Without taking his eyes off his sister’s beautiful face, he took his hard dick in his hand and pushed the hot dome against her burning core. He slowly eased into his beautiful sister’s body, stretching the tight muscles of her channel that gave way for the briefest of moments before it wrapped greedily and tightly around his invading cock.
His body tensed because he was holding back, knowing he was going to fuck her to a second orgasm because the point he needed to make was that he was better than all her boyfriends ever were. His pride demanded no less. He needed her to see him as the man he’s become, not as the brother she’s always considered him to be.
“Oh god, Aidan!” his sister gasped as he pushed into her gripping channel. “Your cock feels so good. It feels so hot and perfect inside me . . .”
“The best cock you’ve ever had, right?” he asked with unmistakable need to hear her confirm it. His hand covered a small, full breast, and he gently kneaded the soft mound in his large palm. “Tell me, Dionne. Tell me mine is the best one you’ve ever fucked,” he urged as he gently rolled a hard, golden nipple between finger and thumb.
“It is,” she gasped, throwing back her head. “You are. You’re the only one for me, Aidan,” she whispered deliriously as he began a slow push and pull. “I can’t believe it, but you’re going to make me cum again.”
“Believe it, Dionne,” he whispered. “My cock is the only one that can do it for you. I’m the only one who can make you cum over and over again. Believe it, because I do. Believe it because we’re made for each other.”
She answered by wrapping her legs greedily around his hips, helping him push deeper inside her. It felt so warm, so snug inside his sister’s pussy that it didn’t take long for the telltale sizzling in his sac to begin. He didn’t want to cum just yet. He wanted to make this last. He needed to make this last. For her.
He was soon fucking her with such zeal it made her bed thump against the wall. He drove into her with all his hot passion, grabbing her fleshy thighs to hold her put as he pounded his sister’s pussy with vigor, driving her deep into her bed. She took it all, begging for more until he silenced her by capturing her lips in a wet, hot kiss.
He felt the sizzle in his sac intensify just when he heard her break the kiss to cry out his name a second time. Then he felt as if he were struck by lightning as his spine tensed and his sac jumped, and a nuclear explosion went off inside him.
“Aaaarrrgh!” he ground out through gritting teeth as cum jettisoned through his shaft and exploded from the tip of his dome in thick, white strings inside his Dionne’s body.
“FUCK!” he growled when he felt his own cum hit his face.
He snatched his head away as he grabbed his discarded boxers beside him on his bed, and clamped it down on his continuously spitting dome. “Shit,” he growled before he dropped back on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling his dick moving under his boxers over his hips as it spurt the last strings of cream, not into his precious big sister, but into the soft material of his boxers, and safely away from his face.
Aidan closed his eyes and swallowed, feeling his body tremble. His long, tanned frame was stretched out naked on his bed in his basement bedroom. A gleam of perspiration covered his entire body having experienced another forceful orgasm that left him completely drained and dizzy. But he knew he needed to do this even though it wasn’t such a laborious chore. He knew he needed to “unload the gun” before rising to face a new and torturous day . . . around her; seeing her, but never touching her.
It was early Saturday morning, the morning of the soccer championships, and the last game he’d play for the Arcadia Aces. The last thing he needed was to lose focus because of a loaded cock. He needed to do his best because she was going to be there, and he didn’t want to look like a loser in her eyes.
He was about to get up to shower when he heard the door to the basement open at the top of the stairs.
“Shit!” he thought as he grabbed his covers and stuck his long legs under before pulling them up. Then he paused when he felt a little stickiness on his chest, and he looked down to see the shining trails of his explosion. He quickly grabbed the boxers from under the covers, frantically wiped away the last traces, then shoved his boxers under the covers before he kicked them further down and dropped back on the bed, pulling his covers up to his chest.
He was expecting his little brother, Nathanial, who idolized him, and who always came into his room unannounced. Or it could be one those impish, redheaded twin sisters of his always ready to make his morning miserable.
What he didn’t expect to see were all too familiar, creamy legs coming down the stairs. Instantly recognizing them—he’d studied them so closely the vision of them was engraved in his overheated brain—he immediately went into peacock mode. He folded a tan arm behind his head as he looked down through his lashes as his older sister, Dionne, came to the last four steps, bending down to look at him with bright bunny eyes.
Unlike the sex kitten of his fantasies, Dionne was all lady. Always was.
“Good! You’re awake, Sleepyhead!” she said with a happy lilt in her voice that never failed to melt him. “I was wondering if partying all night put you in a coma this morning.”
She finished clearing the steps and only then did he notice she was carrying a serving tray with his breakfast, balancing it on a folded stack that was his red and white soccer uniform, clean and ironed.
“Good morning, Sis,” he said as she came to the side of his bed and carefully set the tray on the nightstand while
struggling to remove the folded clothes from under it. “Bringing me breakfast in bed? That’s pretty thoughtful,” he mused, looking at her rather than the lavish breakfast Mom had cooked for him.
“Thanks for helping,” she said wryly.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. Cheeks red under his tan.
“Uh-huh,” she returned with a wry look, but when she saw he was embarrassed, she relented and smiled again.
Yes, he was embarrassed he couldn’t help her, but not because he was lazy. No. It was because he was painfully aware of his nakedness under the covers, and although he wanted nothing more than to stand in the buff before her, hoping she would finally see him as a man, he remembered what happened the last time he tried. She had turned tail and rushed up the stairs, because unlike his fantasies, Dionne was a natural born, prim and proper young lady.
But speaking of tail . . .
She’d successfully slipped the folded soccer uniform from under the tray, and turned before going to his dresser to set it there. That’s when he noticed what she was wearing. It was a sleeveless, denim dress that followed her feminine lines perfectly . . . and what made his blood instantly boil. The dress emphasized her round, lush ass. He always thought she had the best looking behind he’d ever seen and even his best buddy, Shawn, made a comment about it that nearly made him punch his lights out in pure jealousy.
Still, he couldn’t deny his sister’s behind was sexy. It was like a plump, upside down heart. It was simply made for lovin’, and although she never did get the big boobs she always wanted, her bottom more than made up for it.
At the moment, though, he damn well knew she wasn’t dressed like that for him.
“Is that a new dress?” he asked casually as he took a piece of toast off the tray and crunched into the buttery slice without tasting a thing. He was inwardly seething.
“Why yes,” she answered, standing in profile now and he stopped chewing. She had one fucking grade A ass. “Helmut’s mother bought it for me.” She looked over at him as she finished setting his uniform on the dresser and took out a pair of clean, rolled up soccer socks from his drawer. “Do you like it?” she asked with a bright smile before she set the socks on the uniform, and turned to face him, sweeping up hands oh, so ladylike, cocking her head a little, and looking at him with big, sparkling bunny’s eyes.
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