Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne (5 page)

She didn’t expect him to be half naked! He’d
been in the showers for such a long time she was sure he’d at least
be dressed by now. “Oh! I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized, and
made to turn and hurry out of there. 

“
No! It’s okay,” he quickly said. She
stood with her back to him, hesitating, before she raised her head
and looked over her shoulder, seeing him smile. “It’s all right,
Dionne. I mean, hell! I’m wearing more than I do when I’m at
swimming practice, right?” 

He purposely didn’t mention how naked he’d
been that morning. He wasn’t sure if that was a good idea since she
just might get all embarrassed and rush out of there just to hide
her discomfort! And he really didn’t want her to go. He was unsure
how she thought about what happened that morning since he hadn’t
seen her before he left with Dad for the field that morning. He
thought it was wise to play it safe. For now.

Dionne, on the other hand, was deeply
grateful her younger brother hadn’t mentioned that incident that
morning. Perhaps he didn’t even know his lack of clothes that
morning, and she’d be damned if she was going to bring it up! And
he did give her an out, which she greedily took.

The towel around his hips was at least ten
times bigger than the black Speedos he normally wore to swimming
practice, and geeze-Louise, she’d already seen him completely
naked. Twice. But the second time, that particular morning, was
more than she could actually handle because having seen her sexy
younger brother naked was something she was sure she’d never
forget.

“
You’re right,” she finally said,
smiling uneasily as she turned to face at him. When his blue eyes
softened on her, she went a little shy. “My reaction was a little
silly.”

“
Not silly at all,” he said. “And,” he
looked down, “I thought you’d taken off with Hel
gae
—” 

“—
Hel
mut
,” she corrected with a lopsided
smile.

“
Whatever,” he said. “But it’s . . . a
nice surprise. You coming here to see me, I mean.” Then he frowned
as he looked at her with what looked almost like . . . a glare.
“You came here to see
me
,
right?”

“
Of course I did? Who
else?”

“
I don’t know,” he said with a shrug.
“Shawn maybe?”

“
I saw him leaving,” she explained.
“That’s how I knew you were still in here, and you weren’t with
someone.”

“
With someone?” he looked genuinely
confused.

She almost laughed out loud since she darn
well knew her younger brother wasn’t a recluse by any stretch of
her wishful thinking imagination. She gave him a wry smile as her
answer, but then she winced and quickly bent, lifting her right
foot.

“
Are you okay?” he asked quickly,
having seen the flash of pain on her face.

“
I don’t know,” she admitted, using
the lockers for support as she slipped off her pretty chocolate
pump before seating herself on the bench.

“
Did you hurt yourself?” he asked with
genuine concern, stepping over the bench.

She set her pump on the bench beside her,
and leaned down to rub her toes. The knuckles had a mean red color.
“I didn’t, but these pumps did. They’re pretty new.” She sighed. “I
chose the wrong day to break them in. It’s so hot out and my feet
always swell up with this weather. I shouldn’t have changed. I
should be wearing tennis shoes like I planned this morning,” she
sighed as she rubbed her toes.

Feeling guilty as hell—but not really
sorry—for making her change clothes, and thus, footwear, Aidan
suddenly lowered to his knee in front of her. Although he had no
clue she was going to wear tennis shoes with that dress this
morning, since she always walked barefoot around the house, he knew
she always wore pumps with
this
dress.

“
I’m sorry, Dionne,” he
said.

She raised big, curious eyes, but then she
looked surprised when he took her foot and set it on his hard
thigh. She started a little when she felt the hard, toned muscles
beneath the sole of her foot. Frowning quizzically, she slowly
raised eyes to look at his bent, dark head, and then her curiosity
vanished when she was distracted by the color of his hair.

She never noticed it before, perhaps because
he was six foot four these days and looking down on him was out of
her reach now, but she admired just how deep black his hair really
was. Of course it was blacker than usual because it was still damp,
but it really was the blackest hair she’d ever seen. She silently
admired how the lamp light made streaks of blue glimmer in his
locks every time he moved.  

“
What a nice surprise,” she said with
a smile.

He smiled up at her watching the golden
twinkle in her eyes. “It’s the least I could do.”

She had no clue what he meant, but she let
it go. “Seriously, though, Aidan, shouldn’t you be getting dressed
instead of playing pedicurist for your sister?” She teased, making
him smile and his eyes go soft.

His insides always turned to jelly
when he heard her laughter, saw her smile, and touched her, even
when he just thought about her. That was something that he’d been
doing on a regular basis for the past, oh,
nine years
. Only now, the thoughts had become
very sexual.
Painfully
so.  But when she bestowed her full attention on him,
smiling just for him, she floored him.

Dionne made a tiny start, and blinked when
his fingers knew exactly where to touch and rub. She uttered a
rather sensual gasp, softly catching and holding her breath. Her
lids closed a moment as his fingers worked her small foot with
warm, truly skilled fingers.

“
Aidan, you don’t-don’t-don’t have
to-to—Ooooh . . .” she ended with a luxurious purr when his fingers
found all the aching spots, kneading them away from her ankle down
over her instep, and to her slender toes void of any nail
polish.

Everything about her, he thought with
pride, was purely
au
naturel
. 

“
You sure?” he grinned, although his
eyes seemed darker, more intense.

“
Hm-mm,” she hummed slowly.

She leaned back and braced outstretched arms
behind her, hands curling around the edges of the bench. Her head
was tilted back and her eyes were closed in sublime ecstasy. He
liked that pose. It made her chest more pronounced, but now she
brought her head forward to look down at him through lowered lashes
with a languid, felinesque smile.

“
Right,” he chuckled. “You don’t sound
all that convincing, Dionne.”

“
Well, I don’t want . . . to . . .
im—” she gasped with extreme delight, “—pose.”

Her gasp had the sound of a woman on the
verge of cumming, and it affected him profoundly. His cock was
harder than granite under the towel.

“
Oh jeezus . . . Aidan. That feels . .
. good,” she cooed, then she let her head fall back as she pulled
her bottom lip between teeth. “Mmm . . .”

His jaw turned to stone, and pearls of
perspiration formed on his forehead. Touching his sister’s soft,
warm skin, and hearing her moan and croon as if she were in the
throes of lust, was wreaking havoc with his insides.

It wasn’t as if he had a lack of sexual
partners. Ask anyone. Aidan van Nuys was a very popular guy when it
came to girls, but he was so deeply affected now because the croons
and purrs came from the one he wanted most in the world.

How was he supposed to tell the woman
he’s known all his life, who’d been more of a mother to him than
anything else, who saw herself as his sibling and nothing more, who
was chronically shy, completely oblivious to her own sensuality,
and more importantly, her
effect
on guys,
specifically
him
. . .
how was he supposed to tell her how he really felt about her
without grossing her out? Or worse! Without freaking her
out?

Then he noticed that it was affecting her,
too. Twin bumps appeared as her nipples knotted under the soft
floral material of her bodice. He felt his mouth go dry and his
stomach knot up. His gentle fingers suddenly went stiff and it
resulted in drawing her attention.

Dionne brought her head forward as she
opened her glowing, honey-brown eyes. A curious frown appeared on
her brow when she noticed her brother’s grim, tense, somewhat upset
face. Thinking it had to do with him massaging her foot, and afraid
he might be a little annoyed by having to, she pulled it from his
thigh.

When he didn’t stop or answer her, she was
positive she’d guessed right.

“
I told you, you didn’t have to,
Aidan,” she said as she took her pump, and bent alongside him. Her
golden-brown ponytail slipped down her left shoulder, and hung
alongside her delicate jaw. He didn’t move. He remained completely
still on his knees as he turned his somewhat uneasy gaze to look at
her delicate and flushed profile just before she turned her head
with an encouraging smile, straightening on the bench. “But thank
you, anyway—” She abruptly stopped the moment she looked into his
potent, blue eyes.

He didn’t turn his gaze away, but stared
back with an intensity that made her cheeks slowly infuse with
heat. Her lashes flickered, and her breath revved up as it passed
through her quivering lips. 

He didn’t plan this. He never would have,
but it was a spur of the moment thing, driven by something raw and
deep. He leaned to her, seeing her eyes widen for a brief moment.
He barely registered her soft gasp as he slowly twisted his head,
aiming for her nearly panting lips, shamelessly taking advantage of
her stunned state.

“
Aidan—”

And then he hushed her with a kiss.

Dionne was too stunned to move as he
tenderly molded her unresponsive lips. They were only briefly
unresponsive because his heart skipped a beat, and pounded in his
ears when he heard her soft moan before she kissed him back.

Too bad it was much too
brief
, but it was enough for him. The promise of
her response broke the damn inside him, and his body was set on
fire. 

Shocked by her reaction, Dionne snatched her
head away, breaking the kiss with an audible smack. Then she stared
into his smoldering eyes, stunned, but she didn’t make a move to
rise or flee. She felt as if frozen in time, sitting there, slowly
becoming aware of what she had just done and feeling horrified by
her reaction.

Her hesitation encouraged him, however, and
he moved in for more. Once again, he was rewarded with her soft,
sweet lips, even a little more participation, but her hand rose
almost hesitantly before fingers pressed against his hard naked
chest as he quickly took the advantage and intensified the kiss,
using his tongue to gently convince her to open her mouth to
him.

“
No,” she pulled back and shot to her
feet.

But so did he! 

“
Dionne,” he quickly said, desperate
to confess, “I need to tell you something—”

“—
No!” she snapped. “Now you
s
top
it! Don’t you dare,
Aidan.” She shook her head with her most intimidating look. “Don’t
you dare think this is ever going to happen again!”

He stiffened, and he looked upset although
his eyes were bright with unrequited lust. “You want it, too,
Dionne. Stop acting like you don’t—”

“—
No. I don’t,” she cut him off
angrily. “We shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong, and it won’t
happen again. Do you hear me? It won’t happen again!” she snapped
before she turned to march out of there for some fresh air. Her
head was spinning.

But it was going to spin a helluva lot more
before this was over.

She started when she found herself backed
against the lockers. Aidan was pressing his body against her,
stunning her for a split second. She came into action and tried to
shove him back, but he refused to budge. She opened her mouth to
snap something mean at him, but she couldn’t even remember what it
was when she felt her brother’s lips crush over hers.

A brief wrestling match ensued, but he
wasn’t going to let her go. Much to her surprise, she discovered
she really didn’t want him to. That vixen inside her, the one she
always fought to suppress, emerged like a roaring tigress. She
grabbed his muscular neck and kissed him back with a passion that
equaled his own.

Family ties faded away and then vanished in
the fires of their young lust and passion. They kissed hungrily,
unrestrained, wet and deep; their moves frantic and desperate for
one another. It was explosive, white-hot, and all-consuming, both
engulfed in the blazing fires of their young passion, but
surprisingly, it was Aidan who broke the kiss first. They were both
out of breath and burning in lust for one another, but he wanted
more than sex with his sister.

He wanted her love.

He stared deep into her glowing eyes as he
gently took her hand from his chest, and led it down to the front
of his hips. She felt his erection through the towel, but when she
wanted to pull her hand back, his grip tightened and held her
put.

“
This is how I really feel about you,
Dionne,” he said with a deep, raspy voice. She stared up at him
with those beautiful eyes, glowing with lust for him. She couldn’t
be more beautiful to him than she was now. “This is how I’ve been
feeling about you for a long time.”