Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne Page 7

  Never, in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be caught—especially not by his older sister. But it happened. The music was too loud and he was too busy to hear her door open. He was also too caught up in his fantasy to hear his sister’s shocked gasp, and he certainly didn’t hear the thumping of the apple that had fallen from her limp hand in shock when she spotted them. On her bed.

  He knew the last thing Dionne expected to see when she swung open her bedroom door, was a completely naked younger brother, on her bed, doing the nasty with his hot blonde girlfriend!

  Neither the draft from the opened door passing over their sweaty bodies, nor the sight of the forgotten apple on the floor that had rolled close to the bed, was enough to catch their attention. He and Sharon were too caught up and happily humping on Dionne’s multi-colored quilt covers to even notice they’d gained an audience of one.

  One reluctant audience of one with a face pale as the moon.

  “What the hell!??”

  A car honked and he jolted out of his memory, bringing him back to the here and now. He snapped his head around to see a large truck vroom by. “Jesus,” he muttered, then shifted and pulled up, not feeling his usual competitive streak to race that truck with his speedy CRX as he’d normally do.

  As he resumed the drive home, he slipped back into his thoughts and recalled how he’d quickly snatched the extra throw at the foot of Dionne’s bed over his and Sharon’s naked bodies. And with a much too painful clarity of mind, he recalled how absolutely embarrassed he felt.

  He also recalled his reaction.

  “Damn it Dionne! I didn’t know you’d be home this early!”

  Yeah. It was a stupid reaction.

  Well, at least he had the decency to look ashamed! Not that he had any choice there, nor that it mattered because Dionne was so intensely pissed off she was literally seeing red. He was certain she really couldn’t give a shit what he said or did because at that moment visuals spoke louder than words.

  “Get the HELL out of my room!” he recalled her scream. “GET OUT!!”

  “Shit! Okay! All right! Calm down, Dionne. You’re liable to crack your voice box! Sheesh!” he recalled saying as he gave her his best disgruntled look.

  Without thinking, he quickly got up. BAD idea. Maybe having Sharon under him shoving up at him to get off her had a lot to do with that stupid move, but whatever it was, it was a BAD one.

  The throw slipped off his tall, naked body and shocked the bejeezus out of his sister! With a cry, Dionne had snapped around, presenting her back, with cheeks redder than a boiled lobster.

  And she was enraged.

  She suddenly flew into a tirade, shouting profanities over her shoulder he never could’ve guessed she knew, and went ballistic on them as both he and Sharon quickly got dressed.

  Dionne’s furious shouting and cursing literally reverberated throughout the entire house and, unfortunately, attracted attention he really didn’t need at that moment.

  In no time flat, Mom and their siblings came rushing up the attic stairs.

  Luckily, by then, both he and Sharon were decently covered, and he was already busy ushering her out of Dionne’s room as his sister stood against the door. He should’ve known better than to try an apology right after what she’d seen, but he was totally embarrassed, and he just wanted to make amends as quickly as possible.

  Another BAD move.

  So, instead of just leaving and guiding Sharon to the car, he paused as he came to stand beside Dionne’s tense frame. His hand shook when he ran it back through his tousled hair, feeling so self-conscious. She looked so distraught, and he hoped she would just look at him so she could see how sorry he was.

  “Jeezus . . . I’m real sorry, Dionne. I—” he tried to apologize, and then he made yet another bad move: he stepped closer to her.

  “Just get OUT. Get out of my sight, and stay the HELL out of my room! Don’t you EVER bring your goddamn—” Dionne stopped short of saying the “S” word. He was surprised she’d say the “G” word, but at least she didn’t finish the “S” word. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she’d noticed the pain in the embarrassed girl’s face. Dionne swallowed, and with a trembling but soft voice, said, “Just-Just . . . stay out of my room.”

  Dionne had calmed down. She was still shaking, but she was calmer. Or so he thought. Her voice was softer without that shrill, piercing anger, and because of that, he mistakenly believed he could make amends with her then and there.

  “Dionne . . .”

  That’s when he made his all-time biggest mistake.

  In an attempt to reconcile with her, he gently took her arm, but the moment she felt it, she went stiff as a board. And before he could blink, she made a furious cry not unlike a cat’s, and dealt him a slap so hard that it made his head snap off to the side.

  It was so loud it seemed to echo throughout the house! It was so vicious, it made Mom and Sharon both gasp in horror, but at that moment he was the one least affected by it. Sure, he felt the sting burn his cheek and he knew it had left a mark, but he welcomed Dionne’s physical punishment because it dampened the pain he felt inside seeing how he’d distressed her.

  It was the first physical contact she’d ever made in rage, and it would be her last.

  “Don’t TOUCH ME,” she growled as she blasted him with snapping eyes.

  Silence followed. Everyone was in shock. With her nostrils flared in pent up aggression, she glared up at him, but the hurt he knew she saw was not because of the slap. It was because he’d upset her so, that she’d resorted to an aggressive, physical act that would hurt her more than him. He instinctively knew that, and he knew she’d hate herself for it.

  A thousand words flooded his mind, but none poured from his lips. He wanted to say whatever it took so she wouldn’t feel the horror and pain of having lashed out at him. But words failed him.

  Instead, all he could say was, “I’m sorry.”

  Dionne quickly snatched around before she disappeared into her room and slammed the heavy door in his face. She barricaded herself in her room for the rest of the day. She didn’t go to work. She didn’t come down for dinner. She just locked herself up in her room with the volume of her music set high. But no matter how high she set the music, he could still hear her weeping inside, and it shattered his heart. She was the only person in the world who could do that to him.

  Aidan sighed as he parked his car by the curb across from the big house. Evening had fallen, and all was dark. The engine was still running as he looked up at the bay window of his sister’s attic room. His handsome face stood stark, hidden in the shadows, as memories of that awful day slowly slipped to the back of his mind.

  “Things have gotta change,” he said to himself. “We can’t go on like this,” he added with a more determined tone, and a look to match.

  She had to understand how he really felt.

  He turned off the engine and got out, but something caught his eye up in her bay window. A movement. He narrowed his eyes and remained utterly still. On the outside. On the inside, he felt his heart thud hard against his chest.

  It was Dionne.

  She hadn’t seen him down in the street. She had seated herself with her pretty face up, looking up at the stars. He knew she loved doing that. He also knew she never knew how he’d sometimes just stand outside in the shadows to watch her in her bay window, daydreaming as she looked up at the stars; wondering what she was thinking.

  Then his full lips tightened when a less pleasant thought hit him.

  She was probably thinking of Helbutt! That’s what she was doing. She was looking all dreamy up at the stars thinking of that blond boyfriend of hers. What the fuck did she even see in that sorry asshole?? He felt the fire of pure jealousy burst to the fore inside him, never failing to make his blood boil.

  “Yeah,” he mumbled beneath his breath. “This shit’s gotta change, and now’s as good a time as any.”

  With his competitive nature fully aroused, h
e exited his car and closed the door before he crossed the street to the big craftsman house. His heart beat hard, and his step was determined. Dionne’s got to know, once and for all, how he really felt about her, and she had to know it in a way that left zero room for any doubt.

  No more Mister Nice Little brother!

  **~~**

  “Urgh!” Dionne cried, furious with herself.

  She snatched her hand out of her panties and sat up on the bed.

  “Damn it, girl, you’ve got to stop this!” She nearly snarled. Then she deflated and looked utterly defeated. “I know I do, but it’s so freaking hard.” She sighed. “But I also know I can’t keep torturing myself. Even if it’s in secret. It’s bound to get so out of hand I might not be able to control myself and jump his bones the moment he gets within ten feet of me.”

  She made a wry face.

  “Yeah,” she mumbled, cynically. “Like I wouldn’t do that now.”

  She swept her legs off the bed and gathered the photo albums into a stack before she rose with them. “I really do hope there’s a five gallon bucket of Haagen-Dazs in the freezer,” she muttered as she walked to the door on bare feet.

  Dionne wasn’t expecting anyone to be home. She was 200% sure everybody would be out and about since, well, it was Saturday, and the family was never home on Saturdays, let alone Saturday evenings.

  So when she opened the door with that idea in mind, she got the shock of her life. The first thing she spotted was the tall silhouette of a man standing by the newel post of the staircase.

  With a cry, she dropped the small stack of photo albums as a dozen, or so, things flashed through her mind. And they all had to do with defending herself from an intruder. Unfortunately, the heavy albums dropped around her feet with one album’s corner stabbing her instep.

  “Ouch!” she cried and hopped on one foot.

  “Dionne!”

  Fortunately, the intruder turned out to be her brother.

  The moment she heard his familiar, deep voice, she knew it, but it didn’t ease her temper one iota! The sting in her instep had a lot to do with her sudden bad disposition, too.

  “Aidan! You idiot!” she snapped unfairly, but her heart was racing, and she was nearly out of breath.

  “What?!” she heard Aidan’s response. He was taken aback by her brusque manner and that gruff word, and she immediately regretted her reaction.

  “I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized. “You startled me.” She quickly dropped through knees and began rubbing her instep.

  Damn! That hurt!

  “Are you all right?” her brother asked as he dropped through knees, too, while she was busy drawing in sharp breaths through teeth while rubbing her bare instep.

  “I will be,” she got out with a pained face. “Eventually.” Then she looked at his concerned face. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at your victory party.”

  “Yeah, I’m supposed to be,” he merely said as he lowered his thick, long lashes, and began gathering the fallen albums into a stack. “I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized.

  “Yeah, I know you didn’t,” she said, briefly looking up with an apologetic smile. “But you did—” But then she froze.

  Their faces were so close she could actually feel his warm breath fan her face. With sudden clarity of mind, or a mind still fogged with unrequited lust, she suddenly discovered she couldn’t move. Strange, but despite that paralysis her body came alive in a whole different way. It was sizzling.

  It was as if time stood still. All she could do was stare into her beautiful brother’s compelling eyes; eyes that seemed darker, more magnetic than she’s ever seen them.

  “A-Aidan—” but the words stuck in her throat and then vanished from her mind when she suddenly felt his full, warm lips against hers, hushing her.

  Everything sane and rational inside her just melted suddenly away. A blazing fire burst from the glowing ashes of her simmering lust, and her protests were instantly silenced. A heat inside her glowed brighter and brighter as the passionate woman inside her sped to the fore, and her body reacted.

  Dionne felt her nipples tingle, then harden almost painfully under her pajama top. She felt white-hot sparks shoot down to that special, private place between her legs, and her heated blood gathered between her moist nether lips, filling her sensitive clit until it throbbed almost painfully. Her thighs trembled as her growing need to spread for him was becoming unbearable, and as her brother’s lips twisted over hers, her body grew a mind of its own . . .

  Her hands released her foot, then rose and cupped Aidan’s handsome face. Her lips moved, twisting across his, kissing him with growing ardor as she slowly opened to this deeper need for him that went beyond sister. Beyond brother. Beyond loving siblings . . .

  But no matter how bold she was, her brother proved to be a step ahead of her. His tongue caressed then slipped between her surrendering lips, and he let her taste the sweetness of his tongue as he gently encouraged hers to dance with his.

  Dionne purred long and softly. Oh god, her brother’s tongue felt and tasted incredible. She told herself it was just a kiss. She told herself nothing really bad was happening. It was just a wonderful, sexy, toe-curling kiss, one she’d never experienced with any other guy. And oh, his masculine scent, his warm, full lips, and that incredible tongue were intoxicating . . . but, she told herself continuously, they were just kissing. Just kissing . . .

  “Dionne?” She heard her brother’s hoarse voice whisper against her lips.

  “Hm-mm?” she nearly purred.

  “I’m so hard for you now it hurts.”

  She suddenly froze. Her lips went still against his. In the next instant, she snapped her head back and blinked big, dark eyes as she looked into the smoldering depths of her younger brother’s stormy blues.

  “It’s true,” he said with yearning. “I want you to know how I really feel—” but that’s as far as he got.

  In the next instant, his sister was on her feet and he was gazing at the soft pink and white material of her pajama pants! He snapped up his head just in time to see her whip around and vanish in her room.

  “Dionne!” he cried when he finally had enough sense to. He broke out of the red-hot haze surrounding his brain, and on pure instinct, shot to his feet and to her just when she closed door. “Dionne! Open up!” he called through the door, jiggling the lever only to find she’d locked it solid! “Oh come on, Dionne! We can’t leave it like this!”

  Inside, Dionne stepped to her CD player. Her hands were trembling, but she still had enough control to turn on the music—but not before she heard his last, muffled words through the door.

  Her lips tightened. She couldn’t believe he just said what he said! She was as hurt and furious with herself as she’d never been hurt and furious in all her life.

  She pumped up the volume as loud as she could before she sank down on her bed in shame and despair. She was trembling all over, and she needed a hug right now, but she was alone, so her own arms had to suffice. Wrapping them around herself, she bent her head, pressing her eyes shut in shame and disillusion as she realized her horrible error of judgment.

  How could she be so stupid?? And right after she’d reprimanded herself for losing her sanity for god’s sake! Jesus! When did she become such an idiot?!

  She snapped up her head when she heard him knocking on her door, but she wouldn’t open the door for the rest of the evening. She bit her lip with big shimmering amber eyes, and turned her head to stare out the window and into the starry skies.

  What irreparable damage was she causing Aidan with her mixed messages? What irreparable damage was she causing herself? If only she could turn back the hands of time . . . but did she really want to?

  Outside her door, Aidan arched a brow hearing the music, the loud “Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun” track by Cyndi Lauper. He looked totally disappointed and grumpy because he knew she wasn’t going to open the door.

  “Damn
it,” he cursed beneath his breath. But then, as the lyrics of the song seeped through his disappointment, a slow smile spread across his lips and he slowly nodded as he stepped back, looking at the door with blue eyes set and determined.

  “Oh yeah, Bunny,” he muttered. “Girls just wanna have fun, all right. But I’m gonna make sure no matter what you’ve had, and from here on out, all the fun your sexy butt can handle is gonna be with me, and me only. Bank on it, Dionne.”

  With a chuckle and a much lighter heart, he turned to leave, but then he paused. He noticed the scattered photo albums on the floor where she dropped them. He walked over to them before he lowered through knees and reached out to close one that had fallen open.

  He paused as he looked at an old photograph of a young Dionne holding a baby, and with watery eyes, sat beside Mom on their old sofa as she smiled for the camera.

  His handsome face took on a look of profound love and endearing as he stared at his sister’s pretty face smiling back up at him. Dionne. His Dionne. His from the get-go.

  He quietly closed the album and stacked the others before he lifted them and quietly left the attic, but the smile that had faded now returned, because he recalled how she responded to his deeper kiss. They were taking it a step further and beyond that stolen kiss in the locker room, and their relationship was growing even if she was being stubborn and difficult about it.

  Her body told him how she really felt about him. This was good. There was hope. And lucky for them, too, he thought, because he knew there was no turning back for either of them.

  **~~**

  Chapter Six: Conflicted

  You can’t leave me like this.

  His words echoed in her head over and over again. She couldn’t escape them. Like a scratched record, Dionne could hear Aidan’s muffled words skip and drone in her head repeatedly, pulling her back to that moment when she locked the door on him and heard his muffled outcry through her door.