She had reached the point of no return. Strangely enough, though, she no longer cared.
For now.
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Chapter Thirteen: Tentative Surrender
Aidan feverishly kissed his sweet, temperamental sister, feeling her half-hearted struggles slowly subside. His heart was thudding hard and fast inside him because he really couldn’t believe his luck!
He was given a second chance to tether her to him, and he wasn’t about to mess things up again. He was hell-bent to make Dionne understand, once and for all, they belonged together, and he was pleasantly surprised that his big sister not only seemed to agree, but that she was still a virgin, too!
Helbutthead hadn’t touched her! HE was her first!
He wanted to be gentle and slow, but he knew she could, at any given moment, sober up now she already had an orgasm. Things could be more difficult and complicated now. But he kept close to her, instinctively knowing it was essential to keep body-to-body, because it was the only way to ensure she remained under his spell.
So when he kissed her, he did so with tender passion as he gently held her wrists down on the bed. His tongue moved inside her mouth until hers finally slipped inside his, and they began tasting each other with deep, long kisses.
He was very careful not to hurt her, of course, but he wanted to gently rekindle her lust for him. He didn’t want her to have the opportunity to change her mind as he helped her over that very high threshold to be with him.
He needed their newfound relationship consummated with as much gentle passion as he could muster, but not enough to give her time to second guess herself so she could run and hide again. He couldn’t afford to let her thwart this growing but delicate bond forming between them. Not again.
Soon, though, and much to his delight, his patient efforts were rewarded. He could feel her sink back into the ashes of her spent lust, giving in to his seduction while tentatively exerting her own. He could feel his pretty sister respond to him, answering him, and he swore he could feel her sweep up into a renewed state of passion as she slowly began to writhe, hot and languid, beneath him.
Her brother’s concentrated seduction was having a profound effect on her, now she welcomed with open arms and legs. She hugged him tightly to her as she kissed him with all the fiery passion and love she felt for him. There was no longer denying it to him or to herself. She wanted him. Yes, she wanted her younger brother as she’s never wanted any guy before, but she also knew this wasn’t just lust. She knew it ran much deeper than that.
With her attention diverted by his wonderfully delicious, erotic lips and gentle, caressing fingers, she was completely unaware how he moved to position himself to take their love a step further.
His free hand lowered, gently taking his sensitive, strutting cock. He was so hard for her now that pre-cum dropped from his tip onto her bed. He’d valiantly fought his own fiery passion for much too long so he wouldn’t rush things with her, but it was all going to pay off.
He was barely able to contain himself now, but he forced himself to exert patience. He had to take it slow. This wasn’t just about sex or cumming. No. This was far more important than than any of those things.
This was the moment of truth.
It would either make or break everything he’d set out to build with her. It would either solidify their deep love, or it would crush all hope of having a life with her.
Aidan gently pressed the blunt, nearly purple, mushroom-like tip against his sister’s wet virginal entrance. She was slick enough for a quick and least painful penetration, but he still hesitated. He’d already felt how tiny she was, and he knew he was anything but, so he had to be extra careful with his sister. This was as new to him as it was to her because he’s never been with a virgin before, and he had to rely solely on instincts.
As he distracted her with his kisses, he keenly brought her wrists together above her head, taking them in a single hand. He felt a brief resistance, followed by a weak whimper of protest muffled against his tongue, but he pretended not to hear.
Gently but securely holding his sister’s wrists while carefully pinning her body down with his, his naked, sinewy thighs carefully slid up along the crease of her ivory legs, gently parting them in such a way, he knew, she barely noticed.
But he knew that would inevitably change.
No matter how caught up Dionne was with her brother’s lips and tongue, she couldn’t avoid the pain she was about to experience. It was simply inevitable. When he gently pushed into her tight hole, she stiffened before she was torn from her sexual trance. She felt hot, engorged cockhead pull back before it gently rubbed along the burning, wet cleft of her overly sensitive pussy.
Then he tried to push into her again.
She stiffened before she successfully broke the kiss, gasping with lust and pain.
“Aidan?” he heard her whisper, sounding confused. And a little afraid.
They were both breathless. He paused as he raised his head to look into her pretty face, dreading what he would see there. But his heart skipped a gleeful beat when he didn’t see rejection.
She wasn’t going to stop him.
His gaze softened as he relaxed, feeling less apprehensive now. And with that gentle look, he watched her raise her magnificent eyes to look up at him with insecure but beautifully glowing, bunny-brown eyes.
“I’ll be extra careful,” he assured, and saw her search his dark eyes a moment before she finally nodded in silence.
She was sure he couldn’t know how heartrending and endearing he appeared to her at that moment. He couldn’t know he’d become that much more sexy and handsome to her when she saw, unbeknownst to him, that brief spark of insecurity and tenderness in his eyes.
It made her heart swell twice its size.
For a few moments, they stared silently into each other’s eyes. Both knew they had a lot riding on what would come next. Both knew the significance of the moment, even though for two completely different reasons. Now, staring into each other’s eyes, neither doubted this moment would have eventually come, and both were well aware how significant it really was.
Aidan moved first.
Holding her gaze prisoner in the fiery depths of his, he finally reached down, taking his thick, veined cock with shaking fingers. He poised its purplish tip at her dime-sized hole, and while gazing deeply into her big glowing eyes, he gently pushed forward.
Dionne’s jaw tensed before she caught her breath and slowly expelled it.
“Oh . . .” she gushed with a ragged sigh.
He watched as her eyes widened, and he knew she hurt, but that couldn’t stop him.
Slow and undeterred, he felt her hot, wet silk give way for his bold and persistent cock. She began to pant, but she didn’t try to stop him. He felt her body arch slowly upward, against him, and he watched her pretty face wring a little out of the pain—not unlike the pain he, himself, was experiencing, too. He had to use every ounce of his iron will not to plunge into her, and it was physically painful for him.
But it was nothing like her pain. She was hurting. Badly.
He tried to not pay it any heed, and instead, concentrate being inside her. He really did. But as he watched pain flash repeatedly over his sister’s face, he couldn’t bear to continue. He couldn’t bear to hurt his Dionne. And then he felt insecure and at a loss what to do. It was the first time in his life when he realized his young age was a liability. He was sure a more experienced man wouldn’t hesitate to take her with the least amount of discomfort for her.
He finally quit pushing. He had every intention to stop, but not soon enough, because at the moment, slippery by her moist pussy, the fat purple head of his cock plopped into her small, vaginal hole, drawing an instant moan of pain from her.
“I can’t do this,” he finally said between deep, hoarse breaths. “It’s too much for you.” He closed his eyes, hiding the disappointment he felt in himself, and laid his head on her shoulder. “It’s too much for both
of us.”
Never in her wildest dreams did she think it would hurt this much! Every one of the medical textbooks read “. . . there will be some discomfort . . .” Some discomfort?? BULLSHIT! This was all out torture.
Yet for all her pain and anger at existing medical textbooks, and the hope that having played volleyball vigorously throughout most of her life might have rid of her hymen by now, she blinked teary eyes before she turned her head and looked at his stark profile resting against her shoulder.
He opened his eyes and whispered, “I can’t go through with this, Dionne. God how I want to, but I can’t hurt you.”
The last remnants of pain faded from her face, and in its place, a gentle look unfolding, and it took his breath away.
“It’s okay,” she whispered softly, laying a soothing palm against his handsome face. “It’s okay, Aidan.”
“I . . .” he paused and looked deeply frustrated. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t stop.” Holy hell! Did SHE just say that?
“No.” He shook his head. “I have to,” he said, trying to keep the tone of disappointment out of his voice. Then he moved to get off her, but her legs came alive and wrapped around him, stopping him. He looked confused as she looked up at him through shimmering tears.
“Dionne ,” he said, “you’re in a lot of pain—”
“—Please,” she whispered softly but urgently. She tenderly cupped his face as she let her wet, warm gaze roam his beautiful visage; the face she’d loved all her life. “Please don’t stop now. I want you to be my first,” she said with genuine conviction.
He stared silently into her big eyes, feeling his heart pound mercilessly in his chest, but he didn’t move.
So she did.
With the tenderness of a sister and the need of a lover, Dionne pulled herself up to press her lips against his. His heart skipped a beat, and his lips parted to meet hers until they touched and melded as one, and he felt her strength in the kiss as she told him, with that delicious act, how much she needed him now.
When he finally broke the kiss he was breathless. “I want nothing more than to be your first,” he whispered. Then he gazed deeply into her eyes as he followed her down to the bed. “And I want nothing less than to be your last,” he added with the strength of the Alpha male that he’d always been.
Dionne wasn’t sure about his second admission, but she was certainly convinced about the first. She wanted Aidan to be her first. It felt right. It felt as if it was meant to be. And she smiled as she watched as a visible tic appeared in his lean cheek before his full lips tightened.
“Like taking off a band-aid,” he murmured, making her slowly frown in confusion. But he didn’t give her enough time to analyze his words when he suddenly clasped warm hands around her face, and in the next instant, crushed his mouth over hers.
She suddenly heard him make a sound not unlike an angry growl, and then she felt him haul back hips. She instinctively knew the time of reckoning had come, and she suddenly took his head between both her hands and kissed him back as feverishly, as desperately, as she could, bracing for what would come next.
He returned with a solid punch and with enough intensity that Dionne really didn’t have much time to think. Still, she bit her tongue not to cry out when the first flash of pain shot through her like a fiery sword, but she refused to make a sound for fear he’d stop.
She was wet enough, and the punch was swift enough, to allow him to force tight muscles to give way as he tore down the last vestige of girlhood in one go. With nothing blocking his way now, unused muscles surrendered to the thick invading shaft burrowing deep inside her.
She fought to relax, minimizing the discomfort for herself and her brother, never knowing that her exquisitely hot, uneven tunnel was so tight, he’d nearly exploded his churning cum prematurely.
Dionne grabbed hold of him, clinging tightly to him while pressing her teary eyes shut. She buried her pale face in his hard shoulder, fighting off the alien fullness in her hips, but he was large, and it was more than she could take.
“Please—don’t move. Don’t move, yet,” she whispered almost frantically.
And he paused. He fought his raging lust, and gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Don’t worry. I won’t,” he promised. “I’m so sorry I hurt you,” he whispered in her ear, over and again, as she fought the tremors of pain.
He tenderly kissed her tears away and caressed her face. But even though he knew she hurt, even though her pain was rapidly subsiding, he couldn’t squelch the all-out male pride that he had finally made Dionne his, and that he was her first. She was his now; mind, body, and soul. Should she decide to stop now, he wouldn’t leave her bed without at least knowing that.
He lifted his head and looked down into her glowing eyes with all the love he felt for her. His sister’s eyes were still a little teary, but now they had a look that never failed to take his breath away, and, unbeknownst to him, he had the same effect on her.
What Dionne saw was pure, unadulterated love looking back from the most handsome face she’s ever known. He was now looking at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And knowing damn well she wasn’t, it only touched her that much more.
Through her brother’s smoldering eyes, she felt empowered, strong, and pretty. The heat of his gaze and body was the most wondrous thing she’s ever experienced. And these new and wonderful things softened her heart and her body, making her relax for him. They silently stared into each other’s eyes with only the faint sounds of her sweet hiccups breaking the silence, and at that moment, they both swore time stood still.
His burning gaze slowly absorbed every inch of her teary face that, she was sure, must look a mess. In his eyes, however, none of that was mirrored. And in his touch, as his hands tenderly stroked back the hair from her face, she felt none of that, either.
“You’re so beautiful, Dionne,” he finally whispered, filling her with immense love.
She smiled as her eyes glowed.
Although Dionne knew better; that this was wrong because he was so young, too young for what he thought he wanted, and although she was convinced this was nothing more than her brother exploring yet another “new and improved” thing that caught his fancy, she couldn’t feel any offense now. She tossed her worries away, because despite all the hurdles between them, she wanted nothing more than him there with her. And yes. At that moment, nothing felt more right.
Besides, it was too late to turn back now.
She felt his thick hot cock twitch deep inside her as if he knew what she was thinking, and as if he agreed. In having persisted in his pursuit of her, he earned the right, and could now claim his prize. But she realized it was going to be a shared prize, because she wanted this as much as he did.
Aidan felt his sister relax; her muscles slowly easing their stranglehold on his quiet, unmoving cock buried deep inside her. It was time. She was ready.
He began to move, gently pulling out of her, passing the part where her hymen had been torn, making her briefly wince as she slowly drew in breath through clenched teeth. He nearly pulled completely out before he pushed back in, and slowly repeated this until she quit wincing.
She was exquisite. Perfect. And as he moved inside her, slowly, tenderly, and gently, quietly bringing up the pace, he couldn’t suppress a long, luxurious moan.
Dionne was surprised by her younger brother’s skill and gentle patience at handling being her first. Overwhelmed by this tenderness from a guy so young, it brought tears to her eyes. He cared about her. He loved her. He really loved her.
As he continued to move over her, their bodies gently caressing, he could still find it within himself to give her a smile of encouragement; waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting.
But for what?
Her answer came when she finally stopped that sharp intake of breath. She didn’t even notice she’d been doing it until she stopped. It was then when she also stoppe
d her wincing when the tender spot in her channel no longer stung. Only then did he pick up the pace.
She raised quiet, teary eyes to meet his fiery and intense gaze. Her lips parted, expelling soft, short breaths that were gently fanning his stark, handsome face. Her lashes grew heavy, and her head slowly tilted back before she allowed her eyes to close as she relaxed.
The cocktail of blood, orgasm, and natural vaginal slick eased her brother’s hot cock as he moved inside her. The pain vanished and her body began to shudder; softly at first, but escalating with growing pleasure.
“Tell me you love me, Dionne,” he said breathlessly, pushing a little harder. “Tell me you want me, and only me.”
“I love you, Aidan,” she whispered in-between gasps. “You . . . only you. I only want you,” she whimpered with unmistakable need. “Oh god, Aidan, I want you so much. Please, Sweetheart, please! Harder!” she cried out before he began rigorously thrusting into her; their groans and grunts became their music. “Harder, Aidan, harder. Oh god YES! Oh, Sweetheart! Make me cummmm . . .”
She suddenly shot up in an arch. She grasped his shoulders tightly to her, as if she were afraid she would disappear because she felt something powerful sweep her away. She rode the wave to the far edges of the world before she was hurled out into the universe where she spun just before she exploded among the stars while calling his name.
He heard he call him, and he followed. With a growl, he shoved his swelling cock to its hilt inside his sister’s body as he followed her to the edge of the world with a deep, long growl, “Argh . . . Dionne! Fuck!”
His sac jumped tightly, and his entire body stiffened. His heavy-laden scrotem finally released the almost painfully churning semen, propelling his hot cum to the tip of his deeply buried cock before he exploded at the mouth of his sister’s womb. He continued pumping into her tight body as he gave her all he had, filling her to overflow, and spilling droplets of virile seed on her newly washed quilt.
Then the storm was over, leaving them both out of breath.
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