Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne

by Catharina Shields

  Dionne was a novice in a lot of things, but not when it came to the antics of a guy who was trying to seduce her. Oh yes! Her younger brother was definitely trying to seduce her. There was no doubt about it.

  There was also no doubt she knew she was crossing the line, stepping toward the point of no return. But she discovered she welcomed him with all her heart because she needed him to be strong. For them both.

  She needed him to approach her and show her he had the strength to bridge the five year age difference between them, and to help her take that final step over the mountain-high threshold of their sibling relationship because she couldn’t bring herself to do it on her own. She wasn’t strong enough.

  Although he knew Dionne knew he damned well knew the potency of his stare, he also knew she’d discovered his Kryptonite since she was totally, and to him depressingly, immune to his overtures. Until now. Until she was ready.

  As his hand continued stroking and caressing her arm, the touch of her soft flesh in the palm of his hand didn’t leave him cold, either. He remembered those times when he was a little boy, how he loved pressing his nose against her bare arm because her skin smelled so nice, and her delicate scent gave him comfort. He remembered he’d fallen asleep many times with his nose pressed against her, feeling safe and loved.

  Now, as a young man, he touched and stroked her skin with a different need, a different love. He saw that it was a shared need. He knew he excited her. She would otherwise not have a spontaneous orgasm with only his arms wrapped around her.

  As strange as that event was, it was also extremely exciting to him. It made his blood boil and his skin sizzle to know that the only woman he’s ever felt so deeply for had reacted so passionately just by being near him. Her reaction was so potent that it sent her into a spontaneous climax.

  He had to admit, he was ignorant when it came to the female anatomy, unless it was to know how to get them quickly lubed for mindless fucking. Otherwise, he kind of knew most girls faked being sexually excited. He also knew many faked orgasms just to please him. But not Dionne.

  Dionne finally got her heavy lids to open. Her body was on fire again just knowing Aidan was touching her with gentle caresses and stroking. In spite of her belief it was wrong; having sexual feelings for her far younger brother, she also felt it was . . . right.

  His unwavering, smoldering blue eyes quietly yet boldly stared down at her, filling her with confidence and sexual need that his maturity, his strength, and his sexual magnetism would help her gain the same.

  All rational thought faded, and she was hard put to confess to herself, with any degree of conviction, that this was wrong. Then again, his cock-sure look was a little aggravating, too.

  Being the older sister, it was hard to see her younger brother look at her with so much confidence and with a conceit that she much too easily capitulated for his charms, but at that moment, she welcomed that look. She needed it.

  He read her doubts, her desire, her irritation as they flashed in her big eyes. He saw she was getting a little upset. The twitch at the corners of her Betty Boop lips gave that away.

  Now, with her beginning to get upset, and what could translate in these moments ending without any progress, he knew it was time to put his best foot forward.

  Strike while the iron was hot.

  It was now or never . . .

  **~~**

  Chapter Eight: Under the California Sun

  Aidan leaned his head down while twisting his neck a little as his lips parted. They trembled before they gently touched her jaw close to her ear, and his heart skipped when he felt her shiver, hearing her soft moan of surrender. Slowly but surely he chased her rising temper away, and as she leaned into him in gentle surrender, he felt emboldened to take it a step further.

  While carefully keeping his painfully throbbing cock from touching any part of her body under the glistening surface of the pool, Aidan realized the purplish mushroom head of his thick, engorged staff was on the verge of exploding!

  There was an overwhelming urge to press his hips forward and crush his hard cock against his sister’s soft, warm underbelly, but he restrained himself. He remembered her reaction down in the basement that day and didn’t want a repetition. Not now. Not ever.

  He wasn’t about to jeopardize this chance and these moments where she wasn’t bolting or shoving him away. Not now she was completely enchanted by him; intoxicated by the thick sexual tension that rose between them.

  Dionne moaned softly as she laid her head back, exposing the delicate lines of her throat for his lips, inviting him to taste the sensitive skin that moved under his searching mouth. She trembled and gasped softly as her brother’s lips parted and nibbled along her jaw line to her chin.

  Although he desperately wanted to taste her lips again, he was going to take it slow this time. He was still too unsure what her reaction would be, and he didn’t want to spoil this golden chance to show her he was the man for her.

  He watched through lowered lashes as her eyes slowly fell to a close, overwhelmed, yet in a tender, gentle way, enthralled by the feel of his warm lips teasing, stroking, and caressing her burning, sensitive skin, while making his way from her jaw to her chin to her . . . lips.

  Dionne’s color deepened as her heart quickened; thudding faster, harder, and uncontrollably, making her lips quiver in delicate trembling. Her mind was reeling, her body was on fire, and her lips, sensing how close his were, slowly parted in instinctive anticipation.

  At long last, and what felt like a lifetime, she felt his warm lips find and capture hers before their kiss grew more intense, more passionate, more feverish, and hungry.

  Then, for no reason whatsoever, he felt her suddenly stiffen.

  At first he pretended he didn’t notice, but he damned well knew what caused Dionne’s change of demeanor. Inwardly, he was viciously cursing, because with sudden clarity of mind, he realized his body had grown a mind of its own, and he’d pressed his hips press against her body. She’d felt it. She felt his painfully aroused cock. How could she miss it?

  He was so hard even the baggy fabric of his Bermudas couldn’t hide his erection anymore. He also realized, much to his frustration, he’d groaned against her lips. Although he’d heard it, it was out before he could stop it, and she heard it.

  Please, please, PLEASE don’t shove me away now, he cried inside, hoping against hope she’d hear his desperation.

  As he rebuked himself for his lack of control, he began to frantically think up ways to salvage the situation. He quickly leaned his head down to kiss the side of her neck, but as expected, Dionne pulled back and twisted her head before she raised her eyes to look up into his almost black, smoldering eyes filled with a look of desire and plea.

  “Dionne?” he whispered, his voice raspy with his arousal and frustration.

  Inwardly, he groaned and then cursed when what he feared the most at this crucial moment, happened, as she quietly pulled out of his embrace. He felt so crushed and such devastation that he didn’t stop her when she quietly slipped along the wall of the pool, silently staring at him.

  His gaze followed, but he didn’t know what to say.

  Then he felt his heart drop in his chest when she half-turned and pushed herself through the water as she swam for the ladder. He felt helpless to stop her. He felt like such a loser, messing up a golden opportunity to finally show his sister how he wanted them to grow together.

  All he could do was watch the love of his life swim away while he held his spot, barely able to breathe. He placed a hand on the brick edge of the pool to steady his numb body in the water, and with head bent and a jaw set in stone, he cursed himself a thousand times over.

  “Coming?”

  Aidan snapped up his head just in time to see Dionne exiting the pool, stepping off the ladder. His heart sank—unlike that goddamned cock of his, because she didn’t look the least bit accommodating. Well, accommodating in ways he needed her now to be, that is.

  “No,�
� he croaked. “I’m just gonna stay in the water if it’s all the same—”

  “—I was hoping you’d help me rub some moisturizer on my body—” Dionne paused and arched a brow when she heard a loud splash. And then she laughed with real mirth when she reached the shade under the giant parasol, seeing how eagerly Aidan was getting out of the pool.

  Her golden brown eyes sparkled as she watched her eager younger brother rushing along the poolside, dripping wet, hurrying to help her. It warmed her heart even if her conscience was nagging that he only wanted to touch her body for his own selfish reasons.

  “Hush,” she whispered to herself, and then flashed a smile as she held out the big, black towel to him.

  With a curious gleam in his narrowed eyes, Aidan took the towel and began toweling himself off as Dionne did the same with her colorful beach towel. She was as calm as could be and as readable as hieroglyphics to him at that moment! Since when was he unable to read his sister’s mood??

  He stared silently at her calm, softly flushed face. Despite having a heck of a time reading her, he couldn’t bring himself to give up just yet. The thought alone was unbearable. As they say, hope sprang eternal, and he was desperately hoping he could still salvage the situation.

  Jesus! Couldn’t she see how much he wanted her? His Bermudas were still conspicuously tented despite the cool pool water, despite his disappointment, and despite being upset with himself. But . . . hope sprang eternal . . .

  When she looked up at him, he froze. At that moment, he saw a playfully devious twinkle in her beautiful eyes.

  He’d always thought she was beautiful. Growing up, he believed she was the prettiest girl in the world. Was he biased? Hell yeah. But looking at her now, he was convinced she really was the most beautiful woman in the world.

  A lump formed in his throat as he stared at her slightly flushed, sensitive, and delicately beautiful heart-shaped face. He felt so insecure, so timid around her those days, and those emotions reared their ugly heads at the wrong time. She might think he was still too young for her. He needed to say something . . .

  “You’re really beautiful, Dionne.” he said before he could stop himself. Then he immediately caught and held his breath, thinking, what the hell was he thinking?! But instead of huffing indignantly like he’d half expected her to, or what she’d normally do, she just smiled. His sharp gaze zeroed in on her Betty Boop lips and saw it was a little, shy smile; one that was accompanied by glowing red cheeks!

  “Thank you,” she responded. “So are you, although I know you know it.”

  “Never knew you thought I was.”

  She arched a brow. “I’ve got eyes, too, Aidan.”

  “Yeah,” he said slowly, “but it’s how you use them that matters.”

  Her arched brow slowly relaxed as she looked curiously at him. He lowered his eyes, his thick lashes marring his smooth, tan skin.

  He wanted to tell her he wanted he to look at him with the eyes of a woman, not with those of a sister. But he didn’t think it was a good idea at the moment. Fact was, she hadn’t run off to lock herself up in her attic room. She was still there with him. There was still hope he could salvage what his youthful impatience had nearly destroyed.

  “I guess I just wanted to say it means a lot to me to know you think I’m beautiful enough,” he said in all honesty.

  Then he raised his gaze to her, seeing her looking at him with a look he couldn’t decipher. He sighed inwardly. Then he turned his head and eyed the bottle of moisturizer thinking it was a good idea to lighten the mood a little. She’d set her bottle on the teakwood table that stood between two matching chaises, and she did ask him to help her.

  Not a bad idea, either, since he’d get a chance to show off his skills AND he got to touch her all that time. He was getting sexually frustrated because Dionne remained so annoyingly elusive, and her surrogates just weren’t doing it for him anymore. God knows Candy tried! He never had an erection go flaccid as quickly as it did back in the locker room after Dionne bolted. Even Candy’s beautiful and perfectly sculpted body couldn’t resurrect him.

  Maybe, as he rubbed in Dionne’s lotion over her soft skin, he could cop a feel here and there while making it all seem as if he were just helping her with her moisturizer.

  “On second thought,” his sister spoke up, “I won’t need any moisturizer. I can do that later. It’s nearly lunch time, and I’m a little hungry. I need to get something to eat first.”

  He suddenly felt panicked as he watched his chances slip away, and he got downright angry. The red that flashed before his frustrated eyes, and his feverish attempts to hide this from Dionne, briefly blinded him for the twinkle in her eyes.

  But she knew her handsome brother well, and she’d already noticed the disappointed downward curve of his oh, so sensual mouth as he bent his head while he tried to look calm while toweling off his long, hairless legs.

  Dionne tossed her purple towel aside, making it land on the chaise. Then she stepped forward and walked over to him seeing him rise, then quickly look up with those beautiful but briefly disappointed eyes. She watched how they morphed from deep disappointment to hope and then surprise.

  Aidan watched as his sister approached him wearing a smile that stunned him before it had him instantly reeling. It was a smile he’d only seen her give to her past boyfriends, and realizing this, his heart skipped a beat.

  Was all not lost after all?

  She came to stand in front of him, and he slowly straightened feeling apprehensive but also a little hopeful. In his heart, hope sprang eternal, and he prayed she was having a change of mind about . . . about helping her with her lotion. It was a good starting point.

  Her golden-brown eyes rose, looking warmly into his confused but silent gaze. As always was the case when she stood this close to him, he fell completely under her spell, and he held his breath as his body trembled when she touched his bare chest with soft fingertips.

  “Will you help me?” she asked softly.

  “H-Help you?” Yeah Aidan. Reeeeeal smooth! “I mean, with what?”

  “Satisfying my appetite,” she answered, watching her finger follow a trail down his chest.

  Was he dreaming?? Dionne was acting as if she were some kind of . . . seductress. He had to be dreaming.

  “Cat got your tongue, Aidan?”

  “Wh-What?” he got out through a constricting throat.

  “I asked you if you’d help me satisfy my appetite.” She raised her potent bunny’s eyes, and he felt as if he could dive right into them and drown in paradise.

  “I-I guess. I’m not a really great cook, Dionne—”

  “—That’s not what I saw.”

  He frowned as he searched her twinkling eyes. “I don’t get it, Dionne—”

  “I’ve noticed.” Then she laughed, confusing him more. Her laughter died down and she tilted her head off to one side as she gazed up into his confused, but also stark, blue eyes with a seductive smile. “I’ve noticed a lot of things lately, Aidan.”

  “Really?” He tried to sound confident, but that was a tall order.

  “Hm-mm,” she responded with a slow nod, her gaze locking on to his.

  It was then he came alive again, feeling his body infuse with heat and confidence. It was then he realized Dionne wasn’t looking at him as if she were looking at her brother. She was looking at him like the young man he’d become.

  “You said,” he cleared his throat, “that you’ve been noticing a lot of things about me.” He swallowed and cleared his throat again. Jesus! He really hated feeling so tongue-tied and insecure, but that’s how she always made him feel. “In what way? Like a big sister notices her br—?”

  “—No,” she interrupted. She shook her head, and resumed with a softer tone of voice, “But let me show you what I mean. I think,” she said, her smile fading, “it’s better that way.”

  Her fingertips touching him were like butterfly wings fluttering against his tense, smooth chest. His heart beat
hard and solid beneath them as they teased his skin until it began to ripple, making his nipples pucker with torturous sloth. Jesus! He didn’t know how much more he could handle before he’d explode right before her, and with every ounce of will he had left, his hand rose before wrapping fingers around his sister’s delicate wrist.

  “Dionne, I can’t take—” he abruptly stopped when she took him by surprise and lowered through her knees right in front of him.

  He looked down through stormy blue eyes and watched as her hands flattered palms against his rigid torso before making a sensuous trail down his tall length, straight down to his feet, but bypassing the tented front of his clothed hips.

  “Dionne—”

  “—Shhh…” she hushed him.

  Then, with the softest hands he’d ever felt touch him, she began a slow caressing, starting by his feet, and slowly moving upward. He felt her warm, soft fingers move with sensuous strokes and caresses, over his ankles, his hard calves, and higher still; touching him as if he were the most precious thing she’d ever known while admiring every inch of his young masculinity.

  He closed his eyes and let his dark head lean back, enthralled by her sexy touches that had him spinning into the stratosphere. This wasn’t a methodical manner of touch or in any way overdoing a seduction, as some girls felt they had to with him, but it was with heart, all real, all true, and all genuine. It was the touch and caresses of a gentle lover that was taking him higher and higher . . .

  His already painfully engorged cock twitched impatiently inside his Bermudas as if making a happy jump. But as enthralled and caught up in this dreamy moment in time as he was, he was still sharp enough to realize her change, and he froze before he quickly brought his head forward to stare down at his sister’s slightly turned up face that left Betty Boop lips at the perfect mouth-to-groin level.

  Her hands were now softly flattened against his washboard abs before her fingers moved over the uneven plains of his abdomen. She seemed fascinated by the rippling play of his muscles as he was fascinated by her curiosity. Then he held his breath when she leaned forward and kissed the bold outline of his erection still trapped in his damp Bermudas.