Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne (29 page)

All those years, she had been busy raising
our twins with Mom and Dad’s help. All those years, she had made
sure my children knew who I was, and all those years, she’d been
confident I’d come back to her. One day. And that day came.

The cricket sound of a phone had rudely
awakened me from my pleasant daydreams and thoughts, and I had
looked over at the nightstand and saw a pretty phone in soft blue.
When I had answered, careful not to wake Dionne, it was Mom.

“
Hi Mom,” I had whispered. “Oh yes,
I’m here to stay. I have a son to coach in “the real football”, and
a daughter to cuddle, and a woman I’ll need to convince to marry
me, if she’ll have me, because I’m dead set that she become the
mother of my own soccer team.”

I heard an indignant gasp and I grinned when
I saw Dionne had awakened, and she’d been looking disapprovingly up
at me.

“
Eleven children? Are you
insane
, Aidan?” she had asked as she
shook her head. “Silly boy.”

Just like Dionne back then, you probably
think I was kidding, don’t you?

Think again.

Remember? What Aidan Boyd van Nuys wants,
Aidan Boyd van Nuys gets.

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Epilogue

It’s been a little over ten years since I’d
followed the wine red—she calls it “maroon”—Prelude to my elusive
love’s hideaway. I never did make it to Lake Arrowhead, but I had
no reason to anymore. I was no longer running away.

I found my center, my home. I found
Dionne.

I open the door to our cool home, shaded
against the brutal California sun. The air-conditioning is on. Two
bags of groceries are still unpacked on the kitchen table. She
must’ve been too tired to unpack them. That’s okay. I’ll do it
later.

I smile, feeling my heart glow. Most
important thing was, she was home. And so was I.

My Dionne is currently pregnant with
our eleventh AND twelfth babies. Yep. Our
third
set of twins, due in four months. I
promised her, no more after these two. Mom thinks, and she’s
totally correct, that we’ve overdone it. But I love all our rowdy
kids—and they love soccer, letting “old dad” teach them . . . in
our backyard.

And although I might be a little biased,
Boyd’s got real talent and potential to go pro.

It took our second set of twins, our
sensitive Arnie and cute Betsy, to finally convince Dionne I will
never leave her for another woman, and that I am here to stay. I
loved her then, and I love her even more today. And even though she
gained a little weight having birthed nearly every year after I
moved in that apricot house in Indigo, to me, she couldn’t look
more beautiful and sexier in my eyes.

Especially her nice,
plump
breasts. My favorite
toys!

So, when Arnie and Betsy were born, I told
her it was time she said “I do”. So we did. Didn’t have to change
names, either. Dionne had laughed, telling me it didn’t matter. She
loved our last name. After all, there’s a California city was named
after us. I know. I know. The city’s been there LONG before Mom and
Dad emigrated to the U.S., but it’s what we’d like to think.

Every day I tell her I love her, and only
her, and that I’ll never leave her for anyone or anything. Dionne
still has lingering issues about not being pretty enough for me,
but every night I show her just how wrong she is.

It’s quiet now. Still as a mouse. I’m on my
way to our bedroom in our new home in Sierra Madre, nestled in the
cool foothills with an incredible view of L.A. Normally, Dionne
just sits with me on our balcony before we welcome our kids home,
and before we retire. We love to hold each other as we watch the
city lights twinkle in the distance. Lately, however, she’s been
doing less sitting and more lying down.

Our tenth anniversary is due in six months,
and tonight, when I take her out to dinner, I’m going to give her
the news I’ve made plans to spend our anniversary in Hawaii. Dionne
likes it there. And when Dionne’s happy, she never fails to share
all that happiness with me.

She says I’m sexually insatiable, and
I tell her
only
with
her.

These days, our age difference doesn’t
matter to her anymore. She’s fully at peace with our marriage
although she still needs my assurance that she’s not just a “new
and exciting” thing for me. Yes, she confessed to me that was the
reason why it took her so long for her to be with me until that
afternoon in her old room back at the old house in Arcadia.

Silly Bunny.

I quietly enter our cool bedroom where she’d
drawn the shades. Since the older kids are with Opa and Oma in
Arcadia—Mom understanding how difficult it was for Dionne to carry
twins—and our youngest, Jade, is fast asleep in her bedroom, it was
a perfect time to be with my Dionne. I’m home early from the office
for my hug and cuddle, but I’m disappointed when I find Dionne fast
asleep, too. She was lying on the bed with ripe belly exposed for
cooling.

She was wearing a pretty ensemble in warm
reds and terracotta. It was a nice set that looked extra nice
against her golden-tan skin. She looked really sexy carrying our
twins in that sleeveless blouse that was buttoned just under her
luscious breasts. It left her baby bump uncovered for extra
cooling.

Her slender golden arms are folded behind
her head with her golden-brown hair, once again long and in curls
just the way I love her, sprawled all around her. Her cheeks are
glowing in her sleep, but as if she could feel me there, she blinks
awake, and turns her head to see me standing inside the closed
door.

She smiles, making my heart skip a beat. I
don’t think that will ever change.

I grin wolfishly as I loosen my tie and toss
it aside. I kick off my shoes and crawl over the bed to her as her
honey-brown eyes warm, then glow.

“
Hello, Honey-bunny,” I
whisper.

“
Hello, my love.” She smiles with warm
eyes.

I kiss her sweet lips, and I feel a sizzling
and twitching in my slacks, making her laugh.

“
Can’t help it.” I shrug with a smile.
“I’m still so in love with you.” Yes, still in love with my wife.
My lover. My big sis. My soul mate. My Dionne.

“
And still very much in lust, too” she
whispers, arching a brow with a coy smile that turns my blood to
the hottest magma.

“
Oh, definitely still in lust,” I
assure her, feeling my eyes already burning for her.

No longer having issues with us being
brother and sister, she hugs me close as I lay myself carefully
beside her. My hand sweeps lightly up from her smooth baby bump, to
cup just under a heavy breast before I cup her and tease her pert
nipples. Soon, those delectable buds would produce incredibly sweet
milk that I’m allowed to suckle every now and then, and I’ve
discovered what an
incredible
turn-on it is for me.

Just the thought makes me harder than stone.
I needed to divert my attention elsewhere for now. She still needed
her poor little feet massaged. I rise to sit as she watches me, and
I smile sidelong at her as I take her foot, and gently massage
it.

“
Remember, once upon a time, I
promised you I’d catch up with you in age, and that I’d marry
you?”

She smiles, nodding. “Silly me to have
just laughed it off,” she confesses. “I should’ve known what Aidan
Boyd van Nuys wants. Aidan Boyd van Nuys gets. Thank
god
.
” She laughs that
sexy, throaty laughter that never fails to drive me
crazy.

“
Guess what Aidan Boyd van Nuys wants
now?” I say with an unmistakable hoarse tone, but much to my
dismay, I see her frowning cluelessly. “Baby!” I was offended, but
she bursts into laughter before she struggles to get up, and I help
her only to be rewarded with kisses on my lips. Then her hand slips
with naughty intent down to gently knead the stone-hard outline
distorting my slacks, I shudder and groan.

“
Mmm . . .” she hums. “You
are
happy to see me.” Then her sweet
little tongue flickers out to run sensuously along my
lips.

I shudder as I feel my whole body sizzle and
burn. With a deep groan, I urge her on her back as I move half my
body over her while she smiles that ‘come hither’ smile up at
me.

“
I love you, Dionne,” I whisper close
to her lips.

“
Show me just how much,” she whispers
back with glowing honey-bunny eyes, as her able fingers easily
find, unbuckles, unbuttons, and unzips my slacks, and her soft,
warm hand tenderly slips inside to stroke me with gentle
love.

It was a hard-fought battle winning my
Dionne’s surrender, but who was she kidding? Her surrender was
inevitable. Yes, I know that sounds arrogant, and yes, I know there
were times when it looked bleak. But somehow, somewhere deep
inside, I never lost hope.

As I once told Shawn on a soccer field, what
seemed eons ago, modesty is a liability when you’re out to win, and
I never waste my time with it.

Dionne’s surrender was what I was out to win
as far back as I can remember. I have my big sister’s full
surrender, and I’ll never let her go. There’s never been any doubt
in my mind that we were always meant to be together because we’re
true soul mates.

Fate had brought us together in the
beginning, but destiny will keep us together, happily ever after,
to the end.

The End

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