“Dionne—”
“Shhh . . .” she hushed him again, her eyes fastened on the front of his groin. “Don’t say anything. Not now, Aidan,” she whispered.
He was just able to catch himself before a moan could escape his lips when he felt her lips press tender kiss after tender kiss up along his rigid cock. He gnashed teeth, fighting to not make a sound, clenching teeth tightly with impatient need. Beads of perspiration formed rapidly all over his tense length as he awaited, with sheer torment, what her next move would be.
Hoping . . . hoping . . . hoping . . .
“Dionne . . .” he groaned. “Please.”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know exactly what he was begging for, and his big sister was a smart cookie.
He suddenly drew a sharp breath and held it as he watched her slender fingers pull the drawstring of his Bermuda waistband loose. He swore she could hear his heartbeat as loud as it thudded now. “Dionne—”
“—Shhh . . .” she hushed him again, filling him with white-hot fire when her warm, sweet breath passed over the heated skin of his lower abdomen before she smiled up at his stark, but oh so eager, face.
Without taking her eyes off his, she slowly pulled down the elastic waistband, little bits at a time, before her other hand slipped in.
He caught his breath, and closed his eyes still unable to believe what was happening, even when her soft, warm fingers, still slightly wet with pool water, lovingly wrapped around his thick, turgid shaft before she brought him out into the cool shade, safe and loved, within the palm of her gentle hand.
Dionne had seen him completely in the nude before. She’d seen his member, too, but it was flaccid then, unlike now. He was absolutely huge. His thick, veined cock was almost daunting to her in that state, and it was so hard that she needed to exert a degree of effort to gently pry it away from his body. The massive tip was leaking translucent pre-cum from an enlarged slit. The shining glob glistened in the soft sunlight, twinkling even, as if to dare her to have a taste.
Dionne felt drawn into a world of intense sexual heat and desire. Rational thought and reality both were made obsolete in that world as her mouth watered with a powerful need to have Aidan inside her. She never felt anything like this before, but it was powerful, and she succumbed.
With a burning hunger, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, Dionne let her tongue slowly run up along the swollen, almost purple mushroom head of his granite hard stalk.
Her wet tongue trembled as she caught the hot viscous glob between her lips and took it into her mouth. She’d never done anything like this before, but this new experience didn’t frighten her or make her cringe. Instead, she discovered, tasting Aidan’s pre-cum actually excited her.
Smiling up at him, her glistening and incredibly hot, moist tongue flickered out, captivating him completely. This time, though, she slowly ran the tip of her tongue up along his thick shaft’s veined length. Her eyes positively twinkled with her inner joy, seeing how much he enjoyed this, and she couldn’t suppress a low laugh when he shuddered. She could see how he thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing even though she was sure this wasn’t the first time for him.
Tiny goose bumps appeared all over his body as, with almost black eyes in a stark, handsome face, he quietly watched her erotic show.
Her slender fingers slipped in between his abdomen and his stiff shaft as she touched the tip of her tongue to its base before running her glistening, wet tongue up along the thick ridge at the front of it.
Aidan moaned softly and shuddered again right before he saw her Betty-Boop lips part. The inner warmth of her pretty mouth glistened in the soft sunlight that was filtering through the parasol above them, and with heated fascination, he watched as she slowly pushed the almost purple helmet of his cock between her lips and over her warm, wet tongue.
His hands flew to her head, and his lean fingers slowly curled into the soft honey-brown locks of his sister’s hair. He was captured in sexual hell, feeling his cock slide deeper into his sister’s hot mouth, over her warm, moving tongue, and as deeply inside her as she could possible take.
Then he couldn’t hold back a long, dragged out groan, when his sister finally began working his thick shaft with an experience that pleasured him and pissed him off at the same time.
With a teasing, flickering tongue and a little bit of teeth, Dionne used the walls of her cheeks to create a gentle suction around his moving cock. With a skill that briefly, very, very briefly upset him as he wondered where the hell she learned that from, his sister began sucking him with more zeal, more passion, and more genuine desire than any of his former girlfriends ever have, melting away his possessive anger when it dawned on him that every time she worked his shaft into her mouth, he slid in a little deeper!
“Shit, Dionne . . . I’m-I’m almost in your—” he finished with a groan as his fingers curled into her hair, gently helping her find the perfect rhythm.
He groaned her name as he felt his body shake. The telltale sizzling he knew so well, had him pump his lean hips forward, driving deeper and deeper into his sister’s hot mouth as she instinctively relaxed her jaw to take more of him without having to gag.
His groans and breathing accelerated. He brought his head forward to watch his glistening shaft push and pull between his sister’s swollen and moist lips slathered with her saliva and his froth. His stiff, lean fingers curled into her golden mane as he felt his soul rise from deep inside him.
“You have to stop . . . you have to stop,” he gasped, spinning in the throes of what would be an incredible orgasm that was bearing down on him like an out of control locomotive. “Argh—shit! Dionne—I’m-I’m cum-m-m-ming... Argh!”
He growled her name just before he felt his testes jump tightly against him, and his muscular buttocks clenched involuntarily, making him push himself deeper inside his sister’s mouth. His cum exploded in stream, shooting stream after hot stream directly into the back of her throat, giving her all he had until he had no more to give.
Spent, he stumbled a little to a chaise and dropped back on it catching his breath. His muscular arms rose up along his gasping head, and on his back, on the tropical print chaise cushions, he opened his eyes and stared in utter disbelief as he watched his sister’s smiling face while she removed remnants of orgasm from her incredible lips and chin.
He was simply speechless. Awestruck.
Without a look of doubt or second thought, and if what happened was, to her, the most normal thing in the world, Dionne’s tongue flickered out and licked up the droplets around her lips before she slipped a graceful finger up along her chin, and sucked her finger clean. Then she rose to her feet and walked over to him before she bent and pulled his trunks up around his waist for some decency since he was still too stunned by what had happened, to bother with it.
“Dionne . . . wow,” he said breathlessly. As his head slowly cleared, doubt returned, but hope rose, too, when he saw her smiling. She didn’t look the least bit upset or remorseful.
“Glad you liked it.”
“When you said you were hungry, I never thought you meant this,” he said, and she laughed softly as she shook her head. “It wasn’t, right?”
“For me to know, and for you to find out,” she said a little teasingly.
“Where did you learn—?” he blurted, but was immediately sorry he had. “Never mind. That’s a stupid question.” He shook his head. “Forget I even brought it up.” He dropped his dark head back not wanting to hear his sister tell him where she’d learned that incredible act—but more importantly, with whom! It was a sexual act most girls would never do, but apparently, his sister was more than met the eye.
It already killed him each time she talked about Helmutt, and he often wondered if they were having sex. But every time he did, he got furious because he darn well knew they were sexually active. Thinking about it now made his chest suddenly cramp up and his temper rise.
“How about a tuna salad sandw
ich? I’ll make some fruit salad to go with it, and I’ll add extra mayonnaise . . .” she prattled on as casually as could be.
And it only made him angrier.
He raised himself only using ab muscles, and suddenly cupped her face between his hands, silencing her. He gazed tightly into her surprised bunny’s eyes as if searching for something, but that something had to be a look that made her worry a little as her gaze softened, and she slowly shook her head.
“It’s all right, Aidan. I really don’t mind. And although you weren’t the least disappointing, it wasn’t enough to fill me, so it’s going to be tuna salad—hey!” she cried out with laughter.
He dropped back and took her with him, making her giggle as she landed right smack on top of him.
“Oopsie!” she giggled. “I’m not a light-weight, Aidan, so do you think this is wise?”
“Dionne,” he began with an earnest tone.
She ceased giggling and smiled warmly down at his somewhat tense face, and he could see she saw how troubled he was as her giggles ceased, and her smile faded some.
“Yes, Aidan?”
“Did you--? I mean, you said I wasn’t disappointing, but . . . er . . . how many—I mean, uh, as opposed to . . . what?” he stuttered.
She frowned curiously down at him for a few moments as she searched his eyes. Her gaze dropped to his stammering lips and then rose to his embarrassed face where his skin had gotten a lot darker in his cheek area. Then a dawning swept over her face, and she smiled. She shook her head as she placed light fingers under his chin, and she smiled down into his uncharacteristically insecure eyes.
“Are you asking me how I’ve learned to do this?”
“No!” he blurted much too quickly, making her eyebrow pop. “I-I mean, I don’t need to know who you were with—”
“Aidan Boyd van Nuys,” she said with a schoolmarmish tone, “I’ll say it once and I’ll never say it again, but before you start getting the wrong idea about me, you need to know I’ve never, ever done this for anyone before. Only you. That’s the god-honest truth.” She gave him an unmistakably open and earnest look before she popped brows. “Happy now?”
She moved to get up, but his arm swept around her and made her stay put. She looked down at him with big, curious eyes before she blinked when his head shot up and he pressed his lips against hers in a long kiss, quieting her until she melted on top of him. When he slowly broke the kiss, he cupped her face and looked up into her warm eyes with an earnest message in his.
“I mean, you don’t need to tell me where you’ve learned—”
“—Let me repeat myself this time only.” She looked a little irritated. “I have never done this for anyone, but you. My skill is all imagination. My knowledge? I get it from medical textbooks on the human anatomy in addition to having had to sit through more XXX-rated movies for purchase approval as the unofficial and unpaid merchandise purchaser for The Video Paradise, Aidan.” His frown instantly disappeared, and Dionne couldn’t help but bubble up in laughter. “Yes, I know that confession makes you happy.”
Funny, he thought quietly to himself, but she just gave him the world’s best head—at least, in HIS opinion—that should’ve had him grinning ear to ear, but it was her smile, and her laughter that ultimately did that.
“I hate competition,” he said with a big, broad smile.
“Don’t I know it!” she said with a giggle, shaking her head with impishly sparkling eyes.
When she moved to get off of him again, his hands flew to her waist and held her put, drawing a curious look. “What, Aidan? I thought I’d explained—”
“—I want to return the favor.”
His bold hand slipped down her body to her hip, but he felt her hand come alive and stop him. He frowned curiously as she lowered her lashes as if she were shy all of a sudden.
“Maybe later,” she said softly, raising lashes to look into his confused blue eyes.
In all truth and honesty, he was still floating on Cloud 9 and he didn’t think much about her suddenly uneasy and shy demeanor. Instead, he felt his heart lurch before she slipped off his body and walked back to the house.
Maybe later? That opened up a whole host of new possibilities! It could mean she would be open to more with him, right? What else would it mean? Maybe, he thought eagerly, this time they could both be naked and take it to the max. No, he thought. He needed to take it slow and that’s what he aimed to do. He still owed her, too. But damn! Wouldn’t it be perfect if she’d let him do more than just oral?
He seriously doubted she’d mind since, well, he’d never expected her to do what she’d done—and so out of the blue, too! So maybe, when they’re together later on, she’d want more. As he thought of this, he allowed himself to lie back on the chaise, and he folded his muscular arms behind his head as he gazed up at the canopy above him.
He decided he’ll let her decide the pace. He didn’t want to push her. He wanted to show her he was what she needed and he’d allow her to guide them and their rhythm so she’d feel comfortable with him. After all, this was all so new to them both, and it took patience if he wanted a long, lasting relationship with his Dionne. And that was the end goal. Always had been.
“Yeah,” he muttered to himself as he swiped away a buzzing insect from his face. “That’s the end goal.”
He suddenly felt very giddy, energized, and happy by these thoughts. When he went inside, he saw Dionne hadn’t gone to her attic room to change, but was still in her bathing suit by the counter stretching saran wrap over two plates with thick, hearty tuna salad sandwiches. Still filled with that immense happiness, he rushed up behind her and snatched her off her feet making her squeal in surprise before she burst into giggles.
“Aidan! Put me down, you big gorilla!”
He chuckled as he turned her about-face before he snatched her up and again and spun with her until she was dizzy before he let her slide down his tall length, watching her cheeks burn having felt every inch of his body by that act.
Clever boy he was, he’d keenly backed her against the wall and cornered her with his bulk. His big sisters smiled feeling his hands on her waist, and her hands in turn, rose and took his arms lightly before he bent his head as she raised hers, offering her lips willingly. They kissed long and sensuously, and when they finally broke the kiss, they were both out of breath.
“I need a shower,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Me too,” he said with a deep, hoarse voice. “Need a shower pal? I think we need to explore this new and exciting thing we have,” he added as he looked into her big eyes.
She went briefly stiff, but he was too excited at the prospect of sharing a shower with her that he didn’t notice. Just when he thought he was going to have a shower pal, she gently pushed his arm away, confusing him before she pulled out of the corner and walked to the door. Her demeanor had changed. She was suddenly so calm and cool.
“Dionne?”
The front door opened, and boisterous and excited laughter broke the silence, and disintegrated the magic between them. Suddenly, Dionne was surrounded by their siblings as they all vied for her attention because he wasn’t the only one who missed her. They missed her, too. She must’ve heard them at the door, he reasoned, and that accounted for her sudden change.
Yeah. That was it.
He walked over and stood behind her as he smiled while listening to their one hundred word per minute stories, but sly boy that he was, he let light fingertips caress up and down Dionne’s spine while maintaining the calmest look possible. He felt her twitch and move before she jolted and let a hand fly to her back, slapping his thigh making him lurch off to his left to defend his sensitive part from a wayward slap—a very nicely, pampered part that already wanted much, much more.
“Well, as you motormouths can feel for yourself, I’ve had a swim and now I need a shower to get all this chlorine out of my hair,” Dionne said.
They emitted a collective “aww!”, but she only smiled before
she bent and kissed blonde Sherri on her pudgy cheek, ruffled the two boys’ hair, and wiggled fingers at her two redheaded sisters. Then she walked to the staircase as oldest younger brother followed her to stand at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes glued to her behind enjoying the sway of her hips as she climbed the stairs.
“I think I forgot my Van Halen CD up in your room, Dionne,” he said as he curled a hand over the railing of the stairs, perching his chin on it. His brows and eyes lifted to watch her as she half turned to look down at him with an arched brow, but also with a flushed face.
There was also a delectably wicked smile that drew a slow and wolfish one from him.
As they shared this quiet, subtle interaction, neither saw the others head for the den. They didn’t notice that Dad was frowning curiously at them both, his gaze going from Aidan’s tall, lean, sinewy body, to Dionne’s, in Dad’s opinion, skinny one. Then again, Arnold liked big women, hence his trying to stuff Mom with sweets from See’s Candies every chance he got when she was on one of her many diet fads. See’s Candies were her only weakness!
Then Arnold frowned when he remembered something. He remembered he still had a one pound box of cream filled bonbons in the pantry where he hid it for safekeeping. Betty had been trying to secretly diet, but that wasn’t going to happen on his watch! He grinned as he turned to walk into that direction passing his oldest son who stood with his round backside out a little from the stair’s wall as he silently flirted with Dionne.
Arnold paused and frowned. Flirting?
“Sorry, Dad!” Aidan said as he shot up straight to let his father pass.
“I’ll bring your CD down when I’m done,” Dionne said teasingly from above, making her younger brother snap up his head with a disappointed look. Gadzooks! Dionne thought. He was even pouting! She wished she could giggle by that thought, but she felt too troubled to.
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