Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne (23 page)

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 and 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.

She had reached the point of no return.
Strangely enough, though, she no longer cared.

For now.

**~~**

Chapter Thirteen:
Tentative Surrender

Aidan feverishly kissed his sweet,
temperamental sister, feeling her half-hearted struggles slowly
subside. His heart was thudding hard and fast inside him because he
really couldn’t believe his luck!

He was given a second chance to tether her
to him, and he wasn’t about to mess things up again. He was
hell-bent to make Dionne understand, once and for all, they
belonged together, and he was pleasantly surprised that his big
sister not only seemed to agree, but that she was still a virgin,
too!

Hel
butthead
hadn’t touched her! HE was her
first!

He wanted to be gentle and slow, but he knew
she could, at any given moment, sober up now she already had an
orgasm. Things could be more difficult and complicated now. But he
kept close to her, instinctively knowing it was essential to keep
body-to-body, because it was the only way to ensure she remained
under his spell.