Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne (13 page)

His sinewy arms shot out of the water on
either side of her, and he grabbed hold of the edge of the pool
before he moved his body closer. She was sure she was about to
faint.

“
So . . . what did you call me again?”
he asked.

Dionne tried a stern look, but he wasn’t the
least bit impressed. In fact, he even chuckled, enjoying his win to
the max. She tried an even sterner look, but to no avail, and
before long, she realized their bodies were touching nearly
shoulder to shoulder, knees to knees.

“
Come on, Dionne,” he said with a
teasing chuckle. “Be a big girl and just admit you said I’m
pretty—although I’d rather have you say I’m ‘handsome”. Or sexy. Or
good looking. Or—”

“—
Arrogant? Conceited? Egotistic?” she
said coolly. “What? Your huge ego isn’t bloated enough that you
need to hear how perfect—”

“—
Perfect??”

“—
you are, again, and again?” She
arched a snooty brow, but again, to no avail.

“
Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say
I’m perfect—”

“—
Good! Because you’re
not!”

“—
But I
do
recall you saying I’m “very pretty”,” he
continued, undisturbed. “And that’s good enough for me.” Then he
flashed a grin, but her glower didn’t quit. Then he sighed. “Look,”
he said, “I’m just surprised to hear you say you think I’m
attractive, that’s all.” He drifted a little closer. “It’s a
pleasant surprise, Dionne, because you can’t know how much it means
to me to hear you think of me in that way.”

“
Just me?” she could barely breathe,
let alone speak! But she had to keep trying. “Or everyone in the
whole wide world?”

“
We’re the only people here,” he said,
drifting so close she could feel his chest bump lightly against the
hardened tips of her breasts. She immediately caught her breath and
stiffened, feeling a fire erupt inside her by that simple
touch.

“
I’m-I’m just s-stating the obvious,”
she barely got out as he began to tower over her, rising a little
in the water as he gazed down at her through his thick, long
lashes.

“
Not really,” he said; his voice
deeper and more intimate. “At least, not obvious to me. But I can
tell you what
is
obvious.”

Shivers curled up and down her stiff
spine.

“
Aidan . . . you need to move
back—”

“—
But I’m gonna state the obvious,” he
cut her off as his gaze dropped, admiring his sister’s shining,
pink lips, “and tell you, you’re not so bad yourself.” His gaze
slowly lifted as he looked into her big eyes. She was dumbstruck,
he knew, and she was a little more than just a little affected by
him. He knew that, too.

Strike while the iron was hot

“
I always thought you were pretty,” he
continued. “Ever since I could remember caring about things like
that. As I got older, I realized just how beautiful you really
are.” His smile faded as he stared tightly into his sister’s big,
uncomfortable eyes as she struggled with her own attraction for
him. She even tried to look unimpressed. “You don’t believe me?” he
asked, quietly. “You don’t believe I think you’re the most
beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”

Dionne’s lashes finally dropped. The mascara
that had gotten wet wasn’t as waterproof as it was advertised, and
it stained her skin a little. “Of course I do,” she finally
answered, but unconvincingly. Then she looked up at him with a
harder glint in the golden depths of her eyes.

His own narrowed.

“
No, you don’t’.”

She stared quietly back. She wasn’t offended
or in any hurry to defend her statement.

“
If you don’t mind, Aidan,” she said
instead, “I’m a little hungry. I haven’t had breakfast. So, if you
can do me a huge favor and remove your arms and yourself?” She
arched a brow. “I need to get out.”

She made a move to put deed to word, but his
arm stiffened and wouldn’t budge. She flickered up wet, annoyed
eyes, as he looked back with an expression that made her heart skip
a beat.

Captivated by it, she fell silent and didn’t
move. It was as if time suddenly stood still. He now looked at her
as if, yes, as if she were the most beautiful creature he’s ever
seen. But then again, she thought skeptically, that look was
probably honed and perfected over the years, and it always got him
what he wanted when he wanted it.

That thought struck her deeply, and it hurt.
“Aidan, move back—”

“—
Did you know your eyes always remind
me of the eyes of a little bunny?” he said softly.

She immediately felt goose-bumps cover her
skin as she forced herself to focus; to keep as stern and terse a
look as possible. “You’re being silly—”

“—
I’m being truthful,” he cut her
off.

She frowned as she searched his eyes only to
discover what a mistake that was. His gaze was unflinching. They
stared right back, making something deep inside her stir. She
finally averted her eyes, but she couldn’t stop a telltale color
from rising in her much too pale complexion.

“
Now it’s your turn to be truthful
with me,” he said quietly.

She felt him looking at her, but she
couldn’t lift her eyes to look back.

“
Don’t be ridiculous!” she said,
trying to sound stern. “I really don’t have time for this. So just
move back—”

But that’s as far as she got.

She caught her breath and froze when his
hand rose and tenderly flattened against her neck. His large, warm
hand moved slowly upward, and a tremor passed through her. She felt
as if she’d entered another world, a world where she really was as
desirable as he made her feel.

With his thumb gently putting pressure
against her jaw, he effectively got her face to turn and move
upward to face him. Against everything inside her, and as if her
body grew a mind of its own, knowing this would only weaken her
resistance to him, she finally raised her eyes to look up into twin
pools of dark blue fire.

She should’ve stopped him then and there.
Hindsight being what it is, she could’ve dissuaded him if she only
gave it half a try. But at that moment, with the sun warming them
from above, the melodious chirping of birds hidden in the
blossoming bushes, and the tall cypresses softly rustling in the
wind, everything felt so magical. So surreal.

It was as if they were in a world of
their own; a world where it was okay to indulge in sensual, sexy
touches with each other; a world where they were soul mates, not
siblings. She was lulled by that magic and she didn’t stop him. She
didn’t feel as if she had the strength or a choice anyhow. This was
what she wanted. This was what she needed.
He
was what she desired.

For Aidan, this was a dream come true. An
impossible dream come true. Dionne wasn’t trying to pull away or
bite his head off. She didn’t even make a half-assed attempt to
shove him away, as he half expected, even though he was sure she
could feel and see what he wanted. It didn’t seem to scare her
anymore. Or was that just wishful thinking on his part?

Wishful thinking or not, he knew she could
see the unbrotherly desire burning in his eyes. He knew she could
feel his arm tighten possessively around her waist under the
sparkling surface of the water, and he knew she could definitely
feel the bold outline of his granite-hard erection pressing against
her tummy.

For a few, brief moments, he allowed doubt
to rear its ugly head. Is this a trick? Was she trying to teach him
a lesson again, or was she playing cocktease by turning him on only
to shove him away so he could suffer in silence again?

No. This was real. He recalled how
hard she’d climaxed against him just before she threw herself into
the pool. He was sure she had
no
clue
he already had a painful erection hard enough to
break stone the moment he felt her shudder against him; caught in
the throes of her beautiful orgasm that he helped make
happen.

This was real. Even though her kisses had
already told him she felt as attracted to him as he to her, there
was always that little bit of doubt miring his self-confidence. She
was the only person in the world who could rattle that supposedly
invincible confidence he was known for.

Even the chilly pool water and her struggles
weren’t able to get that goddamn erection down. God knows he
couldn’t take much more of simply looking at her without kissing
her, or just touching her.

Only the cosmos knew how close he’d come to
disintegrating when he masturbated while fantasizing about her
because it was more than mortal lust. It was more than a passing
fancy. It was deep, more profound, and more powerful than anything
he’d ever known.

It was true love.

He could barely breathe just feeling her
body against his. Her body was all he’d ever need. It was his
sanctuary. His temple. His everything. They fit so perfectly
together, and she was as soft and yielding as he was hard and
determined.

It was a body he knew so well, too, yet at
the same time, one that seemed new to him now they were older. Her
body was the only one he’d ever want to curl up against at night,
and stretch out to the limits of his muscles and tendons in the
morning. It was now the body he desperately wanted to make love
to.

But she hadn’t shown any clear interest in
going that far, yet.

Now, however, things felt different between
them. Things had evolved.

He wasn’t blind. He saw how she’d let her
big bunny eyes run down his body many times before. Like, when he
stood in his Speedos for practice, or soccer shorts during a game.
Having seen her interest, no matter how fleeting it was then, he
discovered always trying his best to get as much of his clothes off
in front of her as he possibly could.

He now knew he did that merely because he
desperately wanted to show his big sister he was no longer the baby
brother he once was.

For all the effort he’d put into the subtle
seduction of her in the past months, he’d been getting
disappointing results. Up until now, and up until he felt her
shudder, over and over again; caught in the throes of a spontaneous
orgasm as he held her in his arms.

Damn! She’d just raised her bunny’s eyes,
and he discovered he could hardly breathe. He suddenly felt tiny
and insecure like the little boy he wasn’t any longer. He suddenly
felt a little afraid, too, because he was almost sure he’d made her
angry. He didn’t want her angry. He wanted her passionate and . . .
needing him.

He gazed into Dionne’s bunny eyes and
noticed they didn’t have that experienced look in them as if she
had a lot of experience in anything. Yet, they were more potent
than all those fake, flirty batting eyes of other girls who had
come on to him over the years.

His hand tenderly stroked up her arm as his
smoldering eyes silently stared; waiting, watching, and hoping.
Then his heart sank when she turned her face and looked down at his
hand against her wet skin. He paused as if time stood still,
expecting a gentle but firm rebuke. None came.

When he realized she wasn’t about to
chastise him, he felt his painfully hard cock twitch in his
Bermudas. He felt adrenaline surge with excitement and anticipation
And when she lowered her lashes in an oh so sexy, demure, and
intoxicatingly shy way, he finally felt his confidence soar, and he
made his move.

His hand resumed gently stroking her arm.
His palm slowly caressed up then down, repeating this gentle,
stroking action as his thumb came into play, and trailed along the
sensitive skin on the inside of her arm, close to her breast.

He whooped inwardly when he felt her shudder
softly, her lashes briefly drifting to a soft close before they
rose to him, revealing honey brown eyes glowing with rising
passion. His subtle but insistent seduction was having an
effect.

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.