Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne (15 page)

“
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.

“
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 Hel
mutt
, 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 sandwich? 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?”