Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne

by Catharina Shields

  She didn’t look at him, but she could feel Helmut’s curious gazes probing her face. She ignored him as she snatched her white knit sweater off the coat rack, and gruffly said, “Let’s go.”

  But Dionne couldn’t felt more horrible than she did then. She couldn’t enjoy Helmut’s company, or the beautiful drive along the coastline in Helmut’s convertible. She was sure her quiet boyfriend wasn’t enjoying those moments, either, but she wasn’t in any mood to entertain him—or answer his inquisitive and worried looks.

  She was in turmoil. She should be feeling elated. Exhilarated, even. But in all truth, she felt too broken inside to feel anything but pain as the dream brought it all back to physically torture, making her softly moan in her sleep . . .

  **~~**

  Chapter Twelve: Game. Set. Match.

  Dionne had no idea how long she’d slept. She only knew it was long enough to be able to dream, although it didn’t feel she’d gotten any rest at all. She still felt so drained. Physically and emotionally DRAINED.

  Her groggy brain was having trouble clearing, yet she knew she’d have trouble falling back to sleep for a quick nap in the hopes of getting some real rest. But she knew falling asleep again was not in the cards for her, and she opened her eyes with a soft but audible sigh of surrender.

  It was then when she discovered her arms were no longer crossed over her eyes.

  She’d obviously moved them during her short nap. She discovered she’d moved them down over her stomach, because that’s where they were now.

  Then she froze. She felt something was out of place.

  Dionne slowly became aware of body warmth glowing against her left side. She slowly frowned before she turned her still sleepy head on the covers to suddenly find herself looking straight into a pair of quiet but sad blue eyes.

  Still not really awake, Dionne frowned as confusion seeped into her brain. Then her lashes lowered again as if she needed to slip off to sleep again, missing a strange gleam in those watching quiet, blue eyes.

  Had she in the right state of mind—or at the very least, awake—she would’ve gotten a clue what that gleam stood for. She would’ve decided the best course of action would be to send him straight out of her room. Posthaste! But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t in the right state of mind, and she was far from being anywhere near awake.

  A gentle, warm hand touched her cheek before strong knuckles began lightly caressing her skin, touching her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. She frowned a little annoyed. She was still so tired, so sleepy, and so not in any mood to be reprimanding him, although her hand made a half-assed attempt to push his away.

  “Aidan . . . please. Not now. I’m too tired,” she whispered sleepily.

  He didn’t utter a sound. He only removed his hand when she slowly turned onto her side, facing him. With eyes closed, she slipped lightly clasped hands under her cheek, not seeing how her younger brother quietly stared at her.

  But for a brief moment, she had come awake when she felt her bed move. She looked annoyed as she made another futile attempt to ward off her drowsiness by forcing herself to blink her eyes. When she finally opened them, she found herself staring straight into Aidan’s face as he looked back with a strange gleam. He had a pained expression now.

  “Why are you here, Aidan? What’s wrong?” she asked, back to being the concerned sister; a role that came naturally to her.

  “I’m sorry, Dionne,” he said softly, heartfelt. There was a shimmering in his eyes. “You won’t leave, will you? You won’t leave me, will you?” he asked softly.

  She sighed before she slowly shook her sleepy head and scooted closer to him. She felt his strong, young arm slip under her warm body before he pulled her closer to him. She didn’t fight him. She just didn’t have the physical or mental strength to.

  He had no problem moving her to him. She was well aware she wasn’t a light-weight, yet Aidan had no trouble moving her.

  At 135 pounds, and five feet five, she wasn’t a frail flower by any stretch of the imagination, but he was pulling her to him with a single arm as if she didn’t weigh an ounce. She decided she liked that feeling, and she allowed herself to indulge in it as she lay sleepily against his chest.

  “It-It’s all right,” she whispered sleepily. Her hand slipped from under her cheek briefly to caress his bare, hard arm as she’d done so many times before, before returning it under her cheek again.

  Aidan knew she had NO CLUE what he was sorry about. He understood she was just too sleepy to think straight, and he knew this because, had she been awake, she would’ve sent him out of her room in a heartbeat as she’s never failed to do throughout their lives.

  Instead, she began comforting him. He knew he sounded sincerely sad when he begged her not to leave, because he was sincere. Her last angry words tossed at him in the living room rang over and over again in his head, and each time they did, he felt something tear at the very core of his young, lost heart. The very real possibility that he’d lose his beloved sister, and object of his desire, hit him like a ton of bricks, and it was that pain that eventually made him come to her even if it would ignite another explosive fight. But he would weather it all if only to hear her tell him she would never leave him.

  Something inside him broke, and he immediately nestled against her as she was already fading away. He pulled up his legs a little, and since he was so tall, his knee gently pushed at her knees that immediately opened so he could slip his leg in-between. He laid his head on the bed, on her soft comforter perfumed with her scent, just above her crown. He cuddled closer just like he did when he was a boy, and he immediately felt the raging emotions inside him, calm again, being replaced by different emotions.

  Aidan was not a little boy anymore. He was an experienced lover and virile young man in love and lust with his sister. The seemingly innocent moves he made, knowing full well she was still groggy with sleep and pretty much defenseless, were anything but innocent, and had Dionne not been so worn out, she would’ve never placed herself in such a vulnerable position with a six foot four tall, 18-year-old guy who never hid his sexual interest in her.

  Had Dionne been the clever girl she believed herself to be, she would have sent him from her room the moment she recognized the person in her bed with her now wasn’t her boyfriend. But she wasn’t and she didn’t.

  Feeling comfortably lulled into the delicious mode of peaceful sleep, and ignorant that she was too weak and too sleepy to stop him should he try anything, she relaxed her inner alarm and lowered her defenses. And for this one moment of allowing herself the luxury of letting her guard down, she would pay a hefty price.

  **~~**

  Dionne felt as if she were slowly floating to the surface from restful oblivion. “God!” she thought quietly. “Helly’s lips!”

  They were so soft, softer than she’s ever felt them, and they were so gentle and warm.

  She felt deliriously excited. She shuddered, and her breasts quivered as their peaks bunched and puckered with growing excitement. Her hand rose and tenderly stroked her boyfriend’s chiseled face, blessed by his German ancestry, and although she enjoyed the waves of pleasure sweeping over her like small waves of fire, she believed she still had everything under control, and she’d stop him before he got all too amorous . . . until she felt his tongue gently stroking and caressing her lips, lovingly encouraging them to part for deeper exploration.

  And with a purring sigh, they did.

  His big, warm hand easily found and kneaded her aching breast. His other slipped softly down the undulating plains of her tummy, pausing briefly by her “innie” belly-button. Vaguely, only vaguely, was she aware that her clothes had been undone since she could feel the heated skin of his hand touching her, uninhibited by a thread of clothing.

  She writhed, luxuriating in the sensations his finger created as it gently circled the sensitive outer edge of her belly-button; teasing her, making her shudder with erotic delight. She purred long and soft,
as their kisses deepened and intensified until it became a needful, feverish lashing of dripping wet tongues and starved lips laced with audible, hot gasps.

  “You taste so good,” she whispered. “You feel so good. Mmm . . .”

  Then, without warning, his fingers shifted. With a gasp, she broke the kiss and shot up in an arch. Her head spun out of control, awash in a tidal wave of sheer fire when his sly fingers slipped through her mildly trimmed bush and easily found her blood-engorged clit.

  Fire coursed through her veins, turning her blood into hot, thick magma.

  “Oh god, yes!” she whimpered between audible gasps, caught in and swept up by the fires of her ignited lust. Alarm bells rang in the distance, and she knew she was nearing the point of no return, but just when she was about to tell Helmut to stop, his lips pressed against the side of her quick-beating neck.

  Her body ignited in full-blown, all-consuming lust. Her hands no longer tried to push but they grasped him tightly, urging him to stay. The angel in her head screamed for her to stop, but the vixen there whispered to her to let him come, and she found herself helplessly writhing and indecisive as she pressed her naked front up against his hard, muscular—

  >>SCREECH!<<

  Muscular?!

  Panting as if she’d just run the one hundred yard dash, her eyes shot open and she snatched her head back. She blinked uncontrollably, hoping to clear the lusty haze, and the illusion of her brother’s handsome face from her eyes. For all the color she’d gotten in her state of arousal, none was left when she realized this wasn’t a dream. And it wasn’t Helly on top of her.

  “Aidan . . .?” she whispered, breathlessly. She still couldn’t accept this was real, although everything inside her was screaming that she better hop to it!

  Her younger brother was on top of her, and it was HIS hand warmly cupping her between her thighs. It was HIS finger already planted securely in her hot, moist slit; poised to invade the slick, pink folds of her far too vulnerable—

  “Aidan–STOP!”

  She tried to snatch his wrist in order to tear his hand away from her vagina, but he resisted, and his touch tightened. His fingers were so long he was, literally, cupping her from front to back.

  “Do you really want me to, Dionne?” he whispered, his voice deep and sexy.

  It finally began to dawn on her that her legs were spread-eagle. Since she didn’t wear pantyhose, and they were bare, she immediately felt the heat of a hard shaft against her, and she immediately recognized what it was.

  Her brother’s young, hard cock was harder than stone and hotter than Hades. It felt as if it was burning a hole through the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She became two degrees paler when she realized she was the only one wearing clothes!

  That sobered her up!

  “Aidan . . . please stop.” She wanted to sound stern, but even she could hear the breathlessness of her words.

  She felt weak. Her awakened lust, combined with growing panic, shot to the fore and she couldn’t find the strength she needed to thwart him.

  “GET OFF ME!” she finally cried out, setting palms against his chest to add deed to word. But he resisted.

  Dionne whimpered, frantic to preserve herself before it was too late. She wanted to hurl the angriest curses at him. She wanted to hiss her rage. She wanted to shove as hard as she could against his unrelenting, sinewy shoulders . . . but none of it happened.

  When it came to Aidan, her body just couldn’t say “no”.

  Then she realized it would’ve been all for nothing, anyway, when the moment his finger, already poised at the wet cleft of her pussy, pressed with a gentle rubbing motion between her swollen nether lips. Every ounce of her normally steely will just melted away in the explosion of her suppressed lust, and she finally, finally, ceased all her struggling.

  “Aidan . . .” she heard her breathless whisper, knowing he knew, as well as she, she’d finally surrendered.

  She knew he had her where he wanted her, too, and although that revelation stung her feminine pride, the needs of her body washed it all away.

  “You know you don’t want me to stop,” he whispered in her ear just before his delicious lips kissed her sensitive neck and nibbled her tense jaw.

  “No,” she whispered, breathlessly. “I don’t.”

  He skillfully played on all her sexual senses. Emboldened by her surrender, he began tearing down her defenses as boldly as the confident man he’d become, and moved forward to claim his prize completely.

  As Aidan made his sister dizzy with his sensual, hot kisses, his patient fingers stroked and caressed her hot, slick pussy, sending one white-hot shockwave after another throughout every tip of every nerve in every part of her body. Every shudder his sensuous sister made, hardened his cock a degree more until it was almost painful. He had to exert every ounce of will not to just shove his cock inside his sister’s body.

  Dionne melted into a blubbery mess of boneless, burning female. For some strange and inexplicable reason, she discovered an overpowering need to . . . weep. She didn’t know whether that was out of fear of the unknown or if her body’s desires were finally being fulfilled.

  But even in her state, and with the last bit of rational thought left, she knew beyond any doubt that her sexy brother had won this battle. For now.

  Still, knowing she was the older, and most times, stronger sibling, she knew she had to, at least, make one last effort to stop him.

  “Aidan—”

  “—I love you,” he interrupted, staring deeply into her big eyes.

  It felt as if time stood still.

  “I love you, Dionne. I always have,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning her throbbing lips. “And I promise you, I always will.”

  “Tell him!” A voice screamed shrill in her head. “Tell him NOW!” But she couldn’t utter a sound. She couldn’t say a word.

  He felt his sister surrendering. It was a slow, almost undetectable change, but being as attuned as he was to her, he followed her every change and felt it. He began earnestly meeting her rising level of lust with his own, holding back his own fiery passion and need to make her his once and for all, and took his time to take her along with him as they embarked on the journey together.

  He gently vacuumed eager lips over his sister’s taut nipple. He felt her writhe, and heard her gasps as she melted completely for him. She writhed with lustful torment; her soft cries of sexual need gushed from the depths of her repressed soul. Unable to control herself, she wrapped arms around his dark head, and he let her urgently pull him tighter to her while she arched her back, filling his mouth with her sweet, hard nipple. He sucked them gently but persistently, teasing her.

  “Aidan . . .” she whispered.

  “God, Dionne . . . I want you so badly . . .” he returned, hoarsely.

  He began kissing his way down his sister’s nearly naked body that writhed with need for him. His hands stroked their way down, following his lips, before they gently but firmly pushed his sister’s silken thighs wide.

  His dark head lowered in-between his sister’s legs, and found her hot pussy. She was so wet now, and she tasted sweet. When his lips finally found her protruding clit, he heard her catch her breath before she moaned loudly, and he licked the hard bud, gently lapping at his sister’s pussy and invading her with his skilled tongue.

  “Oh yes, Aidan . . . yessss . . .” she gushed, breathlessly, her fingers slowly entwining in raven locks. ”Oh yes . . . just like that,” his sister whispered, deliriously. “I love your tongue. I want you deeper inside me—Oh!” she suddenly cried out as her back flew up off the bed in an arch when he sucked on her sweet, hot clit.

  “Jeezus,” Aidan mumbled against his sister’s wet pussy. “You’re so hot. So sweet . . .”

  “Aidan . . .” she panted and gasped. “A—”

  And that was as far as she got.

  She suddenly went stiff as her fingers gripped her brother’s hair. She bucked as she felt her entire body buck a
nd experience powerful convulsions, and at that moment, she felt as if her very soul tore free from her body, and she was hurled out among the stars, exploding and becoming one with them.

  She swore her ovaries were going to shoot out of her body!

  When the storm passed, and she could breathe again, Dionne began gasping for air as she slowly relaxed. “Oh . . . my . . . god,” she gushed. “I’ve never . . .. This has never . . .. What was that?” she whispered, hoarsely, her eyes suddenly going heavy in the aftermath of the most profound orgasm she’d ever experienced.

  And she felt drained. Totally and completely. And she felt . . . sleepy again.

  But not for long.

  She jolted when her brother’s finger, that had gently stroked her between her legs, boldly pushed the delicate, protective hood of her sensitive clit, exposing it for his skilled and wonderfully warm, soothing tongue.

  She made a purr as she relaxed. A felinesque smile slowly spread across her lips as her brother continued gently sucking her. But her smile faded, and then vanished, when his finger slipped lower and pressed into her hole.

  “Aidan—!” she gasped in pain, shooting up. “Ow! Goddammit, Aidan!”

  She tried to shove him back, but he suddenly dropped over her, forcing her to fall right back on the bed. She was too frantic to notice the ridiculously happy look on his stark face.

  “You’re a virgin,” he said with a big, smug grin.

  She glared up at him. “You think? Now, get OFF me—!”

  But he swooped down like a hawk out of the skies, and silenced her with a kiss. He muffled her heated words, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. To her surprise, she wasn’t disgusted by it, but she discovered it was as shocking as it was incredibly erotic.

  There was a brief struggle, but their passion, their chemistry, their need for one another, soon won out. She ceased her fight long before she surrendered, and she did so with disappointing ease, and without another whimper.