But how would he react? Argh. What if he looked horrified? There was too much tension over the moment to masturbate, and I fell asleep with my heart full of hope that we would finally bring our relationship to the place I had hoped for since we hit puberty, while petrified that Aidan would irrevocably slam that door shut.
We all slept in the next morning, although Aidan’s idea of sleeping in was getting up for a swim at eight o’clock instead of six. When I finally stumbled down for breakfast at ten, he was sitting at the small table with a cup of coffee talking to Mom and Dad, who also had just awoken.
“I made a good old fashioned American breakfast,” Aidan said, nodding toward the stove. There were three plates with eggs, bacon, and pancakes.
“Awesome!” I replied, grabbing a good helping of each. Lust made me hungry apparently.
“Kids—” Dad called us kids even though we were now adults. I had the feeling he’d call us kids even when we were forty. “—Your Mom and I are going to go down to the farmer’s market for a few hours this afternoon. Do you want to come?”
I couldn’t believe my luck. Aidan and I would be alone for a few hours? The timing was perfect. “No thanks, Dad. You know I’m not the ‘browse for kale’ type.” Dad actually seemed relieved. I guess he was going to see it as a romantic couple thing for him and Mom.
“Me neither,” Aidan replied. “I’ll just hang out with Jenny.”
“Oh, that’s sweet. A brother/sister afternoon together!” Mom exclaimed, the comment about Aidan being my brother only partially killed my excitement.
I cleaned up and did the dishes while Aidan went with Dad to clear out the boathouse, which must have been a disaster after months of no upkeep.
“Good enough,” Dad said as they walked through the front door.
“Oh, that must have been way better than I thought. You don’t look dusty at all,” I said as Dad came into the living room.
“Ha, that’s because Aidan wouldn’t let me do anything.” Aidan entered rubbing his hands on his jeans. He was a mess. He had cobwebs and dust all over, and what looked like charcoal smeared on the side of his head.
“Oh dude, you so badly need a shower,” I said.
“Yeah,” he replied, looking down at his torso and legs. He then looked up at me and smiled broadly. “Hey, why don’t I just get cleaned up in the lake. You and I could go swimming while Dad and Mom are out doing their thing.”
“That’s a great idea, Aidan!” Mom exclaimed. “Jenny, did you bring a suit?” They knew that I wasn’t that fond of swimming. Actually, what I really wasn’t that fond of was swim suits. I had the kind of body that either caused boys to stare or make a rude comment. Let’s just say I filled out a bikini.
“Yeah, I did,” I answered tentatively.
“Great!” Aidan replied. “I’ll meet you down at the pier in like ten minutes.”
I walked up to my room with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. I had brought a skimpy yellow bikini with just this scenario in mind, but I had done it more out of hope than any expectation that I would actually be alone with Aidan while wearing it. The sudden reality of it made me self-conscious.
I pulled it out of the suitcase—I hadn’t even bothered unpacking it—and slipped it on. I looked at myself in the full length mirror, It was everything that I wasn’t—provocative, sexy, and stylish.
It wasn’t a thong, but the material rode up my butt and showed off my curves in a way that I thought was even better. The top fit well but was designed for maximum cleavage exposure. I re-arranged my tits a kazillion times trying for the best look, but in the end I had to admit that I really didn’t need the help. I had great tits, and the bikini showed them off to great effect.
I winked at myself in the mirror. “If Aidan doesn’t want to fuck you in this, he’ll never want to.” I grabbed a towel and walked to the pier.
Aidan was already up to his waist in the water next to the pier, with droplets of water sliding down his head and chest. God, he was gorgeous.
I wandered out to him. “Shit, this is cold!” I said, and on cue my nipples became hard. Oh well, at least I had an excuse.
“Ha, this is nothing. You should try swim practice in January.”
“No thanks.” He laughed, and then I added, “Hey, you clean up well.”
He looked confused and then replied, “Oh, the dust and shit. Yeah, that boat house should be condemned.”
“Dad will never go for that.”
Aidan nodded, and then pointed out to the buoy about fifty yards out into the lake. “Race you to the buoy?” He started jumping up and down on the balls of his feet. “I’ll even give you a half-way lead.”
“No way.” His face fell. “Three-quarters lead!” His face lit up.
“Go ahead then. I’ll just stand here and watch you.”
There was something about how he said he was going watch me that made me shiver. Would he look at my ass as I moved up and down in the water. “You are so going to lose,” I replied as I dove into the water.
He had no chance of beating me. Sure, he was a Division I swimmer, but a three quarters head start on what looked like a fifty yard distance? Yeah, he had no chance. I was looking forward to watching him approach while I floated near the buoy. I may have wanted to fuck him, but he was still my best friend, and a rivalry is a rivalry.
Halfway to the buoy I heard splashing. I looked over my shoulder and Aidan was swimming away from the shore. “Omigod, you cheater!” I yelled out, pushing myself harder. I still had a twenty-five yard head start or so, which I thought was still enough to win.
I was a good swimmer, but not remotely in Aidan’s class. I kept glancing over my shoulder, and he was gaining on me so fast it seemed otherworldly. I stopped looking back and just strained on reaching the buoy.
I felt a hand on my calf as I kicked, but it slipped off. “You jerk, no pulling me under!” I replied. It was an old trick of his, and the fact he uncorked it after all these years made me smile. I kicked harder hoping that my foot would hit his arm.
And then I felt his hand grab my ass, his fingers sliding between the cheeks and then slipping down to between my legs. Then they were gone. My heart leapt, and I was suddenly getting warm between my legs, my thoughts of nothing more than his hand not stopping.
“Oh man, I’m so sorry, Jenny! I was trying to grab your leg!” Aidan had stopped and was treading water behind me. I knew that thinking he was swimming out to grope me in the lake was too much to ask for, but I was still disappointed. Fuck it, at least I’d win the race.
I reached the buoy, turned around and yelled out to him. “Yo loser. I beat you even with you cheating.” Aidan shook his head and swam toward me.
The way his arms cut through the water with such precision and how his body almost slid along the top was awe-inspiring. He reached me in no time. He looked almost scared.
“Look, Jenny, I’m so sorry about…” We were both treading water, our heads the only thing above the water line.
“Grabbing my ass?” I smiled, hoping he would get the message that I didn’t mind.
“Uh, yeah. I was trying to pull you back.” He wasn’t playing along, so I decided to just go for it.
“Hey, I’m your best friend. If you wanted to know what a girl’s ass felt like you should have just asked.” He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it. He looked really uncomfortable, and I was petrified that I was on the edge of losing him. So I pushed forward, more out of desperation than any grand strategy. “Actually, that reminds me.”
“What’s that?”
“Remember the promise I made when we were thirteen?” This was it, the moment I had thought about off and on for years. If he said anything other than yes I would have died a little inside.
“Sure. We’re to French kiss each other if we hadn’t experienced it by now.”
“Well, you may cheat in a race, and you may sneak a grab of my butt—“
“Hey! That was an accident!” His response
, which was more of shocked indignation than hurt feelings or embarrassment bolstered my confidence.
I held my hand above the water, palm out. “Whatever. You’re sneaky and a cheat, but I, at least, stick to my promises. So, assuming that you haven’t French kissed a girl yet—and knowing your luck with girls, I find that highly likely—I think that we should head to the shore and kiss right now.” I don’t know where my confidence came from, but I wanted Aidan so bad that the words seemed to just come naturally. Aidan was staring at me, quiet, rapt in attention.
I reached my hand out and placed my forefinger against his lips while staring at him with what I hoped were intense “please fuck me” eyes. He kissed the tip of my finger, and suddenly I was wetter than the lake.
“Of course I remember your promise.” He paused, and the silence was killing me. Aidan, as he always did, was measuring his words. He shook his head. “Oh shit, Jenny, I’ve been thinking about it pretty much nonstop for five years.” I stared at him. He reached out and put his palm against the side of my face, just like he did on that day five years earlier. “There’s not been a day that I haven’t wanted to kiss you like that.”
“We need to get to shore,” I whispered.
“Race you!” he replied, and then proceeded to walk out of the water while I was still thirty yards from the shore.
Chapter Nine
* * *
Aidan
One moment I saw a flash of yellow, and the next I saw Jenny wearing this absurdly sexy bikini walking toward me, her tits bouncing with each step. I was glad I was in the water. I couldn’t help but stare at her, my dick becoming so hard it actually pushed out a gap along the top of my speedo.
I needed a distraction, so I challenged her to a race. Ever since we became friends I would cheat at our games. The worst part was that she not only didn’t seem to mind, she would still win them. So I took off early, figuring I’d pull her under water or let her get ahead, then grab her ankle and pull her back. Sophomoric stuff, the kind of stuff we loved.
But then I grabbed her butt and my fingers actually slid down toward her pussy. I immediately stopped as she swam ahead. I was hoping to ask her about her promise and see if a kiss could lead to bigger step, but I was sure I just ruined everything. Holy shit, I flat out groped her.
But she didn’t seem to mind. She joked about it, and then she dropped the bomb. She brought up the promise. She wanted to kiss me. The thing was that she said it in this kind of whimsical way, and I wasn’t sure if she was serious or not. I was quiet, just trying to figure it all out when she reached out a finger and pressed it against my lips. And I knew. I kissed her finger and then just let it all come out.
The whole time I was telling her how badly I wanted to kiss her she was smiling. She didn’t laugh at me. She didn’t reject me. She looked happy.
“We need to get to shore,” she whispered.
I sprinted to shore. I didn’t want to freak her out by seeing my erection, so I pulled out of the water well ahead of her. I grabbed the towels and arranged them on the grass. I sat down, and crossed my legs, hiding the obvious while I waited for her.
She walked out of the lake, water flowing off her hair and down her chest. Her bikini clung to her, and I couldn’t help but stare at her hard nipples and the faintest outline of her pussy. She didn’t even bother drying off and sat down close enough that our knees touched.
“Kiss me,” she said.
Chapter Ten
* * *
Jenny
He leaned forward, and our lips touched. I didn’t know whether to open my mouth immediately or not, and suddenly I felt self-conscious, but then Aidan’s hands cupped my face, and I just gave in. He was holding me in his hands, protecting me, loving me. We pressed our lips together. Pulled apart, and pressed them together again.
Aidan let go of my head and I felt his hand on my leg. The touch was like an electric shock, but before I could even take it in, Aidan—deliciously, wonderfully—parted his mouth and I felt his tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth, and our tongues touched. The soft wetness was exquisite.
There was no pressure to do this or that. No pressure to do anything right. Everything felt so natural as the tips of our tongues flicked against each other. Aidan would push forward, and I would feel his tongue in my mouth pressing against my tongue, licking me while I licked him. In a burst of inspiration, I closed my lips and sucked on his tongue, which elicited a “Mmmm” from him.
I don’t know if it was seconds, minutes, or hours, but we eventually pulled apart. We stared into each other’s eyes. I wanted to kiss him again. And again. And again. But we fulfilled the promise. Did he want more? I thought so, but he was always so unreadable.
Before I could say something awkward, he spoke, his voice almost a growl. “I don’t think that was a real French kiss. We’re going to have to do it again to fulfill the promise.”
“Oh my God, no. That wasn’t close to good enough. We need to do it again.” I said breathily.
Aidan leaned forward and kissed me. I happily opened my mouth, and he did the same. But as our tongues touched, he didn’t stop pushing forward. I fell back onto the towel that Aidan had laid out, and he was above me, his body stretched above mine.
He looked tentative, as if asking me with his eyes if this was okay. I ran my hands down his chest and then around to his back, and he lowered himself as I pulled him close. Right before our lips touched I felt his hard cock, straining against his speedo, press against my pussy. It was the most amazing feeling, this hardness pressing against me, sliding and moving as Aidan moved.
We kissed and our tongues danced. Aidan then pulled away, and I opened my eyes. He kissed my cheek and then my chin, and then he slid down and kissed me between my tits. His hand came up and he pulled my bikini top down. I moaned as he took my nipple in his mouth, his wonderful tongue doing what he did to my mouth only to one nipple and then the other.
I couldn’t wait any more and reached down to grab his cock, but he was too tall, and I couldn’t reach it. I grabbed his smooth head, and pulled it from my chest toward my face. He smiled as he looked up at me.
“Please let me feel your cock,” I pleaded, running my hands down his back.
He got onto his knees and crawled forward. His cock was so hard that I could easily see its outline in his swim trunks. I reached forward to pull his trunks down, when there was the sound of a car driving along gravel. I looked up and Aidan was staring into the distance.
“Oh shit, Mom and Dad are here!” Aidan scrambled backward, while I tugged at my bikini top, rearranging it to cover myself again.
A moment later, Mom yelled out, “Kids, you there? We’re home!”
We walked back to the house, where Mom and Dad were waiting. “The damn market was closed today,” Dad said, while Mom was looking at me, her eyes furrowed.
“That’s a very revealing swimsuit, Jenny.” Her lips were pursed. “I’m not sure I approve.” I was going to object, but she quickly added, “Oh well, you’re only here with your brother, so I guess it’s okay.”
If only she knew. I smiled and glanced at Aidan.
He looked horrified.
Chapter Eleven
* * *
Aidan
“You’re only here with your brother.”
The trust I heard in those words was total.
The moment Mom spoke them my world collapsed. I realized that Jenny and I had no future as a couple. Ever since I met her when we were thirteen I wanted to spend all of our lives together. As I got older, I obviously wanted to share more than just time with her, but the foundation was always my love for her. She was my best friend. I wanted to be her lover. But now that was impossible.
Our parents would never understand. And what about our friends? The more I thought about it, the more I realized that we were about to break a horrible taboo. We were just stepbrother and stepsister, but no one else saw us that way. We’d lose everything.
I didn’t know if I
could live with that.
I looked at Jenny, and she smiled at me, but all I could think about was that it would be better if we were just best friends.
And brother and sister.
Chapter Twelve
* * *
Jenny
We ended up playing card games pretty late into the night. Aidan was dressed in sweat pants and a loose t-shirt, but he may as well have been naked. My imagination kept picturing him standing at the end of the hall, his cock slung down like an invitation for me to make it hard. And when I wasn’t thinking of that, I was tingling over the feeling of his lips and tongue sliding along my tits and sucking on my nipples.
The arrival of our parents may have put a damper on the festivities near the lake, but I fully planned on finishing things in his room after Mom and Dad turned in for the night. I didn’t want to be too provocative, but every once in a while I would catch Aidan’s eye and then run my tongue along the rim of the teacup I was drinking from. He would turn away quickly, which I found incredibly cute. I imagined his cock getting harder every time he glanced at me, and that just made me more excited.
Finally, Mom and Dad turned in. Aidan and I agreed to clean up, so while they walked up the stairs, I grabbed some plates, while Aidan started gathering up the cards. He was reaching across the table with his back to me when I came back, so I tiptoed up to him and reached around his waist. I ran my hand along his crotch, teasing his soft cock.
He jumped and pulled away. “Jesus, Jenny, you scared the shit out of me.”
“I’ll make it up to you later,” I answered, reaching my hand out.
Grabbing my hand and shoving it aside, Aidan glanced up the stairs. “Stop it,” he whispered. “What if Mom and Dad catch us?”
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