So much for that ego-boost.
Then again, she never considered herself a beauty in any way, and that was okay. Boys scared her to death, anyhow. She wasn’t planning on drawing their attention by attempting to be attractive simply because she wouldn’t know what to do with it if she got it.
But that was then. This was now. And the excitement of being seen by a sexy, handsome guy, even if he was her much younger brother, made her wish she was more like Candace. For the first time in her young life, Dionne wished she was as sexy and as beautiful as the girls Aidan seemed to prefer to date.
To be completely fair and honest with herself, she knew she wasn’t an ogre. She was just kind of . . . plain. And easily overlooked.
She had mousy brown hair in a part of the country where blondes were revered, and she had boring brown eyes where blue were idolized. She didn’t have long, lush lashes until she found a friend in mascara, and her lips were cartoonish. Like that Betty Boop character. They were much too small for her face, too. She also considered her face too pudgy.
So again, she asked herself, what was the attraction? And what was that all about hating Helmut because they were “competing for the same thing”? What same thing? Getting her in bed?
“Right.” Dionne looked frustrated and troubled. Then she sighed. “You were so much easier to understand when you were little. Now you’re just an enigma to me.”
As a boy, Aidan had always been restless and full of energy, but at least she understood him. She recalled the only time he seemed to notice her was when he needed a quiet moment to “recharge”. He’d look her up, usually finding her on the sofa reading a book like all nerdy girls did when they were too afraid to date, and he’d join her there.
She remembered how he’d wrap his arms around her for a little cuddling, and she’d naturally oblige. As wonderful as it always was, it was also always brief, because before she knew it, he was gone; off to explore new and exciting things.
She frowned in thought. New and exiting things.
That had to be it. Right? Turning his attention to his sister was just another “new and exciting” thing for him? And when he said he felt threatened by Helmut, was it because her boyfriend was an obstacle in his way to explore this “new and exciting thing”?
She sighed. “I don’t know what’s up or what’s down anymore.”
She knew she should know better, though. She was the older sibling, and she wasn’t a hormone-driven teenager anymore. She was a twenty-three-year-old college student, and Aidan’s oldest sister.
“Yeah, right. Older, but not wiser,” she scoffed.
Still living at home, and in addition to going to classes, she worked part-time at The Video Paradise. She had to keep herself as busy as possible and away from Aidan as much as possible.
The Video Paradise was her first job. It was a family owned and operated video store by Thai immigrants. They also had a special XXX adult section where she’d learned more than she thought she’d ever needed to.
With Dad having the foresight of buying real estate in Arcadia when it was still affordable, then flipping it when property values shot up, the van Nuys family lived comfortably. That’s why Dad bought her a brand-spanking new Honda Prelude! It was the most popular car among young Californians, and it had to be special ordered from Japan. Unfortunately, she didn’t get the color she wanted. She begged for fire engine red, but it ended up being a subdued maroon.
She used her Prue, as she lovingly named her car, to and fro PCC and The Video Paradise. She used it that morning to drive to Aidan’s soccer game. After witnessing how her not being able to come had upset him, she knew she couldn’t skip this one. So instead of accompanying Helmut to Loma Linda, she drove to Aidan’s final championship game.
Then the locker room incident happened.
She hadn’t really recovered from the shock of a stark naked Aidan that morning, so when she walked into the locker room looking for him after waiting long enough outside to make sure he was done—Shawn, being the last to exit the locker room, told her he was—she got another shock to the system before she could recover from the first one.
She was the designated driver to take him to Black Angus for the surprise celebration party that, in hindsight, really wasn’t a surprise to him. Since Dad drove him to the game with the excuse he was taking his car, a black Honda CRX, in for an oil change just so he wouldn’t drive off right after the game—which is what he normally did—it gave her the excuse to offer him a ride to dinner.
She never got to ask him since they were interrupted. Good thing Aidan was a clever boy and already knew what was happening. . . . and good thing Shawn had returned.
Most times when she saw Aidan half naked, there were always people around. It made things less personal. Or it happened in a setting where desires were basically stunted—like when he’s at swimming practice and asked her to come along for support.
But after getting the shock of her life that morning in his bedroom, she was already shaken, and when she walked in on him in the boy’s locker room, she was completely thrown off.
Perhaps that was the reason why she, so out of character, responded so voraciously to his advances when she’d normally hide them with a vengeance. She discovered she couldn’t this time.
Dionne frowned, troubled. Were her feelings for her younger brother escalating and becoming too strong for her to handle? When did that happen? When did her will begin crumbling in the presence of her brother?
Did it happen when she went down to his basement room after he’d been such an ass toward Helmut for, what she perceived to be, no reason whatsoever? Was it before that?
It’s not as if she hadn’t seen him half naked before. But this time it was different. This time he was in his room, in the middle of getting ready for bed, and the setting was far more intimate. The air in there felt as if it were sizzling, too.
She also noticed that his loose-fit, black Levis had a distinct bulge behind the zipper. She recalled just staring at that spot while her rather slow brain digested it all. When it finally did, she felt her face burn beacon-red and she promptly rushed out of his sight, embarrassed to the core of her soul. Not because of her younger brother’s obvious state of arousal, but because of the effect it had on her.
Even CNA and LVN nursing credentials didn’t prepare her for the affect she experienced when she noticed her younger brother’s state of arousal. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, and it began to tingle in all the not-so-sisterly places! It was that, not Aidan, what embarrassed her the most.
Memories of that moment, something that had happened just a few months back, made her face heat again as she stared at her reflection in the full length mirror. To her utmost shock, she also realized her nipples were hard, poking against the flimsy material of her top.
“Oh, this is not right,” she said softly in despair, slowly shaking her head. “I need to stop this. I have to, or I’ll go insane.”
As she recalled it, after that day, she couldn’t close her eyes and not see him standing in his basement room beautifully aroused. She recalled having writhed feverishly in her bed, tormented by visions of him and what could have happened as memory and fantasy collided to provide hot, steaming visions of her not running up the stairs, but actually staying with him. This was before she knew how beautiful his cock was, but now she had seen him, she knew those fantasies were going to torment her until the day she died.
“Enough!” Dionne said angrily. She snapped away from the mirror with flushed cheeks, gathering the old photo albums to return them back to the shelves in the living room, and to see if there was a huge gallon of ice cream so she could eat her frustrations away.
Between Helmut, her classes, her job at The Video Paradise, and household chores, she had very little time to think about her ever evolving feelings for her younger brother, and she didn’t want to start now. When she was alone with too much time on her hands, she always felt that conflict inside her.
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p; In public, she never allowed herself to feel more for him than the usual things big sisters were supposed to feel. But she wasn’t in public now. She was alone in the big house. No one was there to bother her. No one was there needing her attention.
She paused. Then she sighed in exasperation. She darn well knew she couldn’t let this physical state continue simmering inside her or she’d have another one of those spontaneous orgasms, which were highly embarrassing especially when you’re in class.
She needed to unload the . . . what? What euphemism was there for girls who were in that state of sexual arousal? What was the equivalent to a guy’s “unloading the gun”?
“Who cares,” she said, rolling her eyes. What she needed now was relief, so she surrendered to her need, turned, and headed for her queen-size brass bed.
There, she quietly laid herself on her back. She closed her eyes and let her hand slip down between the elastic waistband of her pajama shorts and her panties, following the intensifying burning. She wasn’t surprised she was already wet. She’d been holding off, telling herself she didn’t need this, but as always was the case, she succumbed to her secret need and desires.
She was only human, after all.
“Mmm . . .” she purred when her fingertips slowly slipped under the elastic of her panties and curled over her swollen mound before gently cupping herself.
She shuddered when she found the over-sensitive, swollen lips of her pussy, and slowly dug in. She loved the fact she was so wet, the hot honey already oozing plentiful from her aching hole. It felt so good, so hot, and so sexy to cover her fingers with her own wetness.
She widened her thighs as she closed her eyes, taking her back to that very morning, and that very moment when Aidan showed her what a big boy he’d become. She slowly ran her fingertips up and down her needful pussy, spreading her thick, hot nectar until her stiff petals were covered with it.
She licked her lips before a gasp gushed from between. She shuddered when her fingers found her hard, swollen bud barely hidden between her slick nether lips, and as she pleasured her feverish and wet pussy, her other hand slipped up her softly trembling body, under the wide hem of her top, until she found a hard, erect nipple.
In her fantasies, her fingers were not the ones gently nipping and tweezing her erect nodes. No. As always, in her fantasies, it was her brother’s lean fingers and full, sexy lips that were pleasuring her . . .
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Chapter Five: Falling
Aidan wasn’t in the mood to party. He was a good actor, though. He pretended to enjoy himself, and he did a convincing job at it. He just went through the motions, going the rounds, laughing at unfunny jokes, and looking as if he were having a great time.
But he was only moving around so much because he was antsy to leave.
He’d just experienced something wonderful with Dionne—she responded positively to his kiss—and he felt he needed to strike while the iron was still hot. Besides, it just wasn’t the same without his big sister there—the one person he wanted most in the world celebrating this victory with him.
Dad had left the keys to his car with him before he and Mom left for their friends’ home in Eagle Rock. The moment he saw his chance he left the party and walked out into the warm California evening air.
Fuck ‘em all. He wanted to be with Dionne. And damn it! He was going to make sure she wanted to be with him, too!
As he drove back to the house, his heart began beating harder. He was giddy with excitement, hoping she was there. He wasn’t sure if she was. She might’ve gone out with Helgut, but he had to know for sure. He couldn’t back down now. Not while he was finally making progress! He could still feel the touch of his sister’s lips against his, and the sweet surrender it promised. There was a gentle fire there, and he wanted to explore it more thoroughly, any which way he could.
But the moment he thought about Dionne’s stupid boyfriend, he felt his insides twist and his jealousy burn white hot. Like always.
He never liked that limp dick. Even though he was damned well aware that his not liking Dionne’s idiotic boyfriend had everything to do with him being the guy in her life, he wouldn’t have liked the dickhead anyway. Helmutt had the charisma of a wet rag, and Dionne deserved better. MUCH better.
“Yeah,” he muttered, thinking about this behind the wheel as he waited for the light. “She deserved better. She deserves a guy who’ll treat her right, and who’ll never hurt her.”
Then he winced.
He immediately recalled a time when he knew he’d hurt his older sister himself, and in ways that still tore at his insides even though it happened months ago. He never meant to. It was something that both embarrassed him as he’d never been embarrassed before, and something that made him feel like the biggest asshole in the universe.
The incident happened one afternoon when, unbeknownst to him, two of Dionne’s classes had been canceled for that day. He knew she was vying for an internship with Santa Teresita Hospital in Eagle Rock, and that she had an appointment with the school counselor that afternoon to make plans to increase her chances to be accepted, so he thought she’d be gone for at least a couple of hours. But, unfortunately for him, she’d returned earlier than he expected.
Since Dionne began college, she’d moved out of her old bedroom, which was closest to his basement room, and into the attic. It was as far as you could get in that house, too! Dad had built her own private place up there, against Aidan’s offer to share the huge basement with her.
Dad didn’t think Dionne would like a basement bedroom.
He said his oldest daughter had to have her privacy where she could see the stars by night, sitting in her bay window seat, and study without the ruckus of a busy van Nuys brood constantly vying for her attention.
So Dad divided the attic, building a room with a private bathroom and with real walls, complete with the raddest wall-paper around.
It had a solid door—with an equally solid lock he, much to his annoyance, soon discovered—and the bay window and seat he said she always dreamed about. It also had a full bath that boasted a full length bath tub.
It was Dionne’s very own studio apartment in her childhood home! Rent free, too. She couldn’t get it any better out there.
Dad simply didn’t want Dionne to get an apartment closer to Pasadena where she attended Pasadena City College, so he made sure her attic room was too irresistible to refuse. He even went out and bought her a queen-sized brass bed—something she also always wanted—and an oh-so feathery soft mattress—the place where he’d ultimately suffer the most embarrassing event of his young life.
He helped Dad build the room. He was good at drawing up plans and building shit. That’s why he decided to become an architect.
His offer to help build Dionne’s room was also out of wanting to be a part of something that was Dionne’s and Dionne’s alone. So, it wasn’t all out of the nonexistent generosity of his rather selfish soul. Having a hand in building that attic room gave him a sense that it was a little bit his, too.
He was sure Dad had an ulterior motive as well. He believed Dad really did all of this for Mom since she and Dionne were very close and Mom was a little depressed at the thought of Dionne moving out and getting an apartment closer to campus.
But whatever Dad’s true motive, the result was the same: Dionne remained living at home, and Mom was as happy as could be. And when Mom was happy, Dad was, too. But no one could be happier about that than he.
The kind of relationship Mom and Dad shared was the kind of relationship he wanted for himself, and Dionne had always fit the bill. He wanted a relationship as tight and close as their parents’ . . . once she finally gave in, that is.
And he was going to do everything to make that happen.
That fateful afternoon might have made things a hell of a lot more complicated, though. It was the afternoon when the most embarrassing episode of his life occurred.
Mom was busy cooking an elaborate rice table dinner
. It was a miniature rice table of spicy Indonesian dishes that always made the whole house smell like home, but it also opened a great opportunity for him to sneak up into Dionne’s attic room, as he’d been doing for a few months, sight unseen, because cooking such an elaborate dinner always kept Mom and the other kids busy in the kitchen.
With Dionne at her interview, and not due home for at least two hours, and Mom in the kitchen teaching the brood all about her Indonesian culture, he and Sharon, his gorgeous, sexy, blonde girlfriend at the time, could sneak up into Dionne’s room for some afternoon delight. They’d be done and downstairs before anyone would know. It was foolproof!
Or, so he thought.
Dionne came home ahead of schedule. She probably needed a nap before she had to head out to The Video Paradise for work, and she wanted to catch a few z’s. Nobody was more surprised to see her home early than he was. Well, except maybe Sharon.
He had put on one of Sharon’s favorite songs to get her in the mood for some hot and heavy sex. It was from a British boy band, Wham!, and it was one of their sexier songs, entitled, Edge of Heaven. It was also one of Dionne’s CD’s. She loved that group, but so did ninety-five percent of all the other girls, although he doubted she liked that one, risqué song.
He often wondered what she’d been thinking about when she came up the attic stairs that afternoon, hearing that particular song coming through her closed door. It was a very sexy song about BDSM love. He was convinced Dionne had never listened to it since she, apparently, liked the CD for the bubblegum pop songs. That was just the kind of girl she was.
Sharon, though, was a hell of a lot naughtier.
He was so giddy to have sex with his girlfriend in his sister’s bed that he’d forgotten to lock the door. He’d grown a penchant for having sex in Dionne’s bed because he discovered he could close his eyes and pretend it was her he was with.
Dionne’s delicate scent was everywhere, and although it wasn’t nice of him to do this to his girlfriends, it was something he desperately needed since he couldn’t get the real thing.
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