Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne Page 5

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  Chapter Four: Dionne’s Secret Dilemma

  “What a predicament,” Dionne sighed as she dropped on her bed, wrapped in a big, white fluffy towel. She’d just showered, and was busy combing back her long, wet hair, looking mighty pensive.

  It was a hot evening, and by the time she parked her Honda Prelude in the family drive, she was nearly sticking to her seat. Although the shower was physically refreshing, it did nothing to relax her mind. Not one iota. Perhaps she should’ve had a bath instead. That always seemed to help.

  “No,” she said softly to herself. “Not this time. Nothing can.”

  She arrived home to find an empty house, and a reality check. Then she felt this profound sense of nostalgia. She was deeply conflicted about the emotions Aidan evoked for some time now, but what troubled her more was the fact that she’d allowed herself to welcome them. She knew she wouldn’t be able to put the genie back in the bottle. How could she be so stupid to allow herself to feel this way?

  On one hand, her feminine pride was elated he’d come out to her on the parking lot while there was a beautiful blonde in the locker room waiting for him. On the other, the reality part that bothered her now, was that he’d gone back to that beautiful blonde in the locker room waiting for him. There was very little doubt what they were going to do in that big ol’ empty locker room—

  Dionne closed her eyes and dropped her hand holding the comb to her lap when a white-hot flash lanced her heart. She didn’t want to think about it. She shouldn’t and she couldn’t. It would only hurt her as it always did when she saw him with another girl.

  She sighed as she opened her eyes and resumed combing out her long, damp locks with a blank stare in her eyes. When she was finished, she rose from her bed and walked to her dresser where she tugged on her towel and let it slip down her naked body to puddle on the floor, catching her reflection in the mirror hung on her bedroom door.

  She frowned. “Seriously. Who’d want to touch that?”

  She set her comb aside and took the bottle of body lotion, squirting a few dollops in the palm of her hand before bending and smoothing the cream up her slender calves, knees, thighs, and hips before she squirted more in her hand and smoothed the soft scented lotion over her arms and the rest of her body. She paid extra attention, and needed much more lotion, on her backside.

  Feeling curious, she turned around to check her big butt in the mirror. She let her slender hands rub in the lotion as she watched her plump, blushing cheeks slip under her wet, massaging hands and fingers. Much to her surprise, the sight titillated her.

  “Dear lord,” she said, dropping her hands. Her cheeks burned hot red and she tingled all over. Was she getting excited by the sight of her own behind now?

  “What is wrong with you, Dee?” she reprimanded herself.

  Deep down, she knew she wasn’t turned on by her own behind. She knew it had everything to do with thinking about her brother, and what he once told her. He once teased her, telling her she had a sexy butt. Whatever he saw in that grotesque thing was a mystery to her, but the fact that he did affected her more than she first thought.

  With an exasperated sigh, she turned and pulled out a dresser drawer, taking out a fresh pair of panties and her pajama set. It was a pretty pink and white, two-piece. It was sleeveless with a wide, loose hem that moved like a bell around her flat tummy when she walked. Her shorts were a little longer and baggier than most shorts for the current fashion, falling nearly mid-thigh, but it was extra camouflage for her distracting rear end.

  She was never one to reveal too much of her body if she could help it. She knew she was probably the only girl in the world who still wore a bathing suit rather than some sexy bikini. She just didn’t think she had the right body for something as revealing as that.

  She wasn’t overly skinny, as was the norm in their community, but she wasn’t overweight, either. Not like she’d been throughout most of her life. She hated her backside, though, because it was so disproportionate to the rest of her.

  It was huge.

  “You could land a freakin’ Boeing 747 on it,” she mumbled.

  When she was done dressing, she sat on the bed and took up the family photo album from a stack beside her. Usually, a house full of boisterous van Nuys children provided the distraction she desperately needed, but no one was home. And she was still tingling.

  It was Saturday. Their parents were either still at Aidan’s party, or they were off with her younger siblings visiting friends. Helmut was, most likely, still in Loma Linda. She expected his good night call in an hour or so.

  “A good night?” she scoffed. “Right. Not after a bad day like today.” She sighed, turning another solid album page.

  She saw an old photograph of Mom and her on the day they brought Aidan home. Wrapped in a blue and white baby blanket, Aidan came as a complete package. A week’s worth of diapers, baby formula, carefully typed instructions, short medical history, and detailed records. He also came with a first and middle name. It was a condition his young, biological mother insisted upon: Aidan Boyd.

  Dionne remembered how ecstatic she’d been. She was going to be a big sister for the first time, and she couldn’t have wished for a more beautiful baby brother. And oh! Aidan was absolutely beautiful as a baby, and he only got more beautiful as he grew up, soon breaking hearts at a very young age.

  Little did they know this was just a prelude for things to come. Little did she know the happy summer day when she held her new baby brother in her arms as she sat beside Mom on the sofa, he would come to mean more to her than she could’ve ever imagined possible.

  Their father snapped rolls and rolls full of photos. Many of them were of her all teary-eyed just like Mom. A few were of her holding Aidan close to her heart, like the one she was looking at now. He’d forever occupy a special inside her heart no matter where life would eventually take them.

  “Yes, unfortunately that’s true,” she said softly, flipping through the old photo album.

  That was an understatement. Fact of the matter was, she’d been sexually fantasizing about her handsome, younger brother for months now, ever since that evening when she marched down into the basement where Dad had sent Aidan after he acted like an impossible asshole toward Helmut.

  Over the years, more children were added to the van Nuys’ growing brood, but none were as young, or as special to her, as Aidan. He had five and a half months on her when she first arrived at Mom and Dad’s home as a six-month young baby. Aidan and she were literally the oldest van Nuys children, but also the youngest when they were adopted.

  It was inevitable that a special bond would grow between them.

  “It most certainly did,” she said as she flipped another album page. “And that’s the freaking crux of my problem.” She sighed again.

  Since she remained the eldest child, she was naturally given the responsibility of helping Mom keep the unruly brood somewhat civil. Mom, being a traditional Indonesian woman, honored the cultural tradition that the eldest daughters act as their mother’s aide, although she never forced it. She merely let it happen.

  It was probably during that time she developed a deep nurturing soul. It was one that would ultimately have her decide to become a Registered Nurse, something she discovered she was a natural at.

  As the years passed, Aidan and she grew ever closer. She always believed he saw her more as his mother than his sister. Mom had her hands full with the other children which left her to care for Aidan most of the time.

  Out of all of the van Nuys kids, Aidan was by far the most beautiful. He was the one who got the most attention no matter where he went. How could people resist? He was as gorgeous as he was charming, and he could tempt a nun without even trying.

  His hair was blacker than a crow’s wing, his eyes were a deep, penetrating azure, and his lips were full, sexy, and simply made for kissing. But they only came to their full potential when he flashed that big, bright smile.

  Th
e crystalline blue of his eyes was enhanced by long, sooty lashes arming his already potent peepers with a powerful weapon, to say the least. At times, all he had to do was look at you, and with no effort at all, he’d make you fluster and blush.

  Dionne paused flipping a heavy album page. She frowned recalling the blonde in the locker room. Candace Baeren. Even she blushed around Aidan. And that for a girl who’d been around the block more times than not!

  Maybe she blushed because she was horny. But whatever made her do it, she had been blushing. Candace was a renowned flirt even if her Cal-Tech professor father didn’t believe it. She should’ve known Candace would eventually end up with Aidan.

  She sighed. “I just wish I weren’t privy to it,” Dionne said, downtrodden.

  It was hard for her to see pretty, sexy girls always prancing around her younger brother. He was just so engaging that it was inevitable he’d find himself surrounded by the most beautiful girls in their community.

  So that begged the question . . . why did he try to come on to her?

  With so much beauty around him, and no shortage of sex partners, why did he bother with her? What was his motivation to say the things he said or act the way he had?

  It just didn’t make sense.

  They weren’t blood related, but they’d been raised as siblings, so was that the attraction? Was it because he’d had so much of the usual, and got it so easily that he now wanted to try something . . . more challenging. Different?

  He had a strong competitive nature and an insatiable curiosity, always ready to try new things. Could this be why he was suddenly making unmistakable overtures her way? He wanted to try something . . . new?

  Dionne frowned.

  She shut the album and set it aside as she rose to her feet and seated herself in her bay window. She pulled up her knees before hugging them, and laid her head back against the wall, staring pensively out into the starry skies.

  Was that what it was? Aidan was bored and needed something that was more of a challenge?

  She felt a little downtrodden. If that were the case, then his feelings for her were limited to sexual experimentation, and she knew she’d have to pass. She wasn’t anybody’s guinea pig, and unlike him, her feelings always ran deep. Much more deeply than they should. She knew an experiment like that would hurt her for the rest of her life.

  Her head shot up. “Jeezus!” she said in shock. Was she actually thinking about having sex with Aidan? Was she out of her freakin’ mind?

  She left her bay window to get her comb from the dresser, but she was distracted by her reflection in her mirror again. She turned and looked at her flushed reflection before quietly gathering her drying tresses high at the back of her head. The image of her looking back in the mirror, faded, as her thoughts floated away.

  Although she knew they weren’t blood related since she was already five when he arrived, she also knew they were raised as family. No matter how many times she’d sexually fantasized about him when she masturbated, which always guaranteed the most powerful orgasms she’d ever known, she needed to remember that all-important detail. Her desires could never go beyond secret fantasies.

  Desires. Yes. Unbeknownst to Mom and Dad, and the rest of the civilized world, she was a powerfully passionate, sexual creature. She had aching desires just like every other red-blooded American girl. Of course, she’d die if anyone ever found out, but it was, nevertheless, the truth.

  There was a time she suffered frightening fantasies that her family would discover she wasn’t that modest girl they all believed she was. In her heart and soul, though, lay hidden a fiery vixen who only showed herself when she was alone in her bath, or bed, or wherever the mood hit her—provided she was alone.

  Speaking of fantasies . . . at the moment, she just couldn’t stop her body from tingling. Even her intense pondering about this crazy situation did little to extinguish the fires burning inside her the moment she thought about Aidan, and they’ll only get worse now she’s seen him completely naked that morning.

  Jeezus! He was amazing. He was absolutely beautiful.

  Then again, she thought to herself, her body already began betraying her ever since she stalked down to his basement room after he’d been such an ass toward Helmut. Although he wasn’t completely naked then, it was clear he was on the verge of getting there. She recalled feeling that naughty sex-kitten inside rise and purr in anticipation.

  It happened after Dad finally sent Aidan to his room just to give Helmut a moment’s reprieve from his constant verbal attacks. Aidan was particularly grumpy that evening.

  Once down there, though, he was probably in the middle of undressing because he’d just pulled off his t-shirt, thinking it was a good idea to make it an early night.

  Infuriated by his bad behavior toward her boyfriend while she’d been nothing but polite and cordial to his many, many girlfriends over the years, she made the mistake of following him down just to give him a piece of her mind.

  But she was the one who ultimately got burned, because when she stepped down the stairs into his basement room, Aidan had already come to stand by his bed and was busy with undressing. She was plenty upset to give him a verbal boxing around his ears, but nothing really came of it.

  First thing that filtered through her red haze was that Aidan was the epitome of young, virile male. She had been able to hurl a few angry words his way, but that was about it, because she soon realized, not only did he stand there about to get ready for bed, but his loose-fit, black Levis were a little distorted.

  There was a distinct bulge behind the zipper.

  For a few unnerving moments, she just stared at that spot while her rather slow brain digested it all. When it finally did, she felt her face burn beacon-red, and like the coward she was, she promptly rushed out of his sight.

  Even with her CNA and LVN nursing credentials, she was still shocked to see her younger brother in that state of arousal. Memories of that moment, something that had happened just a few months back, made her face heat again.

  An image slowly appeared through the fog of her troubled thoughts before it cleared, and she found herself staring at her reflection in the full length mirror. To her utmost shock, she realized her nipples were hard and poking against the flimsy material of her top.

  “Enough!” she said angrily. She snapped away from the mirror with flushed cheeks. She really needed to get her mind off her brother el pronto. She needed to preoccupy her mind with something other than Aidan.

  Dionne went to the bed and bent, gathering the old photo albums to return them to the shelves in the living room. If she was lucky, there’d be a huge gallon of ice cream in the freezer so she could eat her sexual frustrations away.

  But it wasn’t as simple as that.

  The tingle in her nipples and between her clenching thighs reminded her how much power her younger brother had over her—even though he didn’t even know it. She pressed her eyes shut, sighed exasperatedly, and then slowly straighten by her bed.

  She opened her eyes, and as if in a trance, she raised her slender hand and gazed at her palm. It was as if she could still feel the heat and power of her younger brother’s cock against it.

  She was so stunned he’d do something like that that she had never once thought of snatching her hand back. But deep down inside, she knew she hadn’t because she really didn’t want to. She actually wanted to know how he felt. She wanted to feel her younger brother’s heat and girth.

  She slowly balled her aching hand as she moaned softly, bringing her slow-forming fist to her chest where her heart thudded hard. Why did she continue to torment herself? Why couldn’t she just get things back to where they were? Couldn’t she just see her brother as her brother? Why did the attraction she felt for him turn against her?

  Simple. Aidan was very interesting. She’d always understood that. He was her polar opposite in almost every way. That alone almost guaranteed she’d be fascinated by him even though he didn’t appear to share the same for h
er.

  The poverty she suffered her first six months on this planet before the authorities took her away from her biological mother, had a long-lasting effect. Mom and Dad told her she’d been horribly underfed, and basically, left to her own devices, while Aidan, despite his biological mother’s choice to put him up for adoption, had been well cared for.

  Dionne straightened and went to the full length mirror fastened on her bedroom door. She gave her reflection a critical look, not seeing what Aidan, lately, seemed to see. Instead, all she saw was an uninteresting young woman who couldn’t hold a candle to even one of his less-than-perfect girlfriends.

  Her legs were shorter than she wanted, or, her torso was too long for her legs? Either way, she they looked disproportionate and weird. She took the hem of her top, and pulled it up to gaze at her small but firm breasts. They were much too small, and their golden nipples were too big. And her hips . . . geeze. She could write a book on how unattractive her hips were, but she could definitely write two on how unattractive her behind was.

  She dropped her top, and twisted in front of her mirror with a frown growing on her brow, checking her huge butt again. Fortunately, this time it was somewhat camouflaged by her baggy shorts.

  She sighed.

  She wished she’d gotten more of that on her chest. The way she looked now, she was convinced she resembled a bowling pin on legs with a brunette wig plunked on top of it.

  “What did you ever see in me?” she whispered, recalling how Aidan always told her she was pretty.

  Over the years, and when she needed it the most, her only ego booster was her younger brother. Initially. He always told her he thought she was really pretty because she had, as he called it, “meat on her bones”, and he told her real women should. She would have believed he meant it, too, were it not for the girls he chose to date. None had “meat on their bones”. They were all willowy and slender.