Notice: This is a more lighter, romantic story that doesn't really focus on too much sex. So if you're looking for hot, steamy fucking, then this story isn't really for you. :p This story is for the people who have a soft side and love romance.
And also, this is purely, 100% fictional, in case you were wondering, and this is the first ever story I've written. Hope you guys like it! Enjoy!
It's amazing how time goes by. How it easily slips through your fingers like sand.
It's been five years since my parents were killed in a plane crash. They were on their way back from their second honeymoon─yes, they had two. How deeply my parents loved each other always fascinated me. Because every time I saw them look at each other, you can really see that it's real love. Not the love you see in movies or books. Real, til-death-do-us-part love.
Unfortunately, that was the case with my parents. When it happened, continuing on with life was suddenly the hardest thing ever. Luckily, my older brother, Aiden, was always with me. Because honestly, if he weren't, my heart probably wouldn't be beating right now. He was the only thing that kept me going.
Some nights, when I felt like I might break down, he would let me curl up in his lap and softly sing into my ear until I'd fall asleep. Aiden had been writing and composing his own songs for as long as I can remember. I always told him he should try pursuing a career as a singer, but he would just shrug.
What he failed to tell me was that he had been going to record labels, handing out copies of his mixtape, but constantly getting turned down. Until one day, he finally heard a yes.
Now here I am, sitting at the back of his tour bus, curled up with my head against the window.
I had no idea he would make it this big. He now has hundreds of girls screaming his name everywhere he goes, and that voice of his that used to only sing for me now sings for people all over the country. He had always made sure to stay out of scandalous things, though, but that doesn't mean his love life is hidden. There's always rumors about who he's dating in tabloids these days, but I get to witness it firsthand.
He's recently broken up with his recent girlfriend, Sara, who's a rising star in the modelling world. In the past two years since he's been famous, he's had maybe five or six girlfriends. None of them lasted long. But if you counted the one night flings he's had, it's a pretty long list.
Our relationship has changed. He might not realize it, since he still talks to me and acts normal around me like he usually did, but I definitely notice the change. We see each other a lot less. He's in the spotlight now, and I'm merely a shadow. I stay in the sidelines.
To make matters worse is that I'm in love with him. I've been in love with him for years, and it's become so clear that there's barely any use in denying it anymore. Of course, there was a lot of denying in the past, especially because Aiden is my brother, and the same blood runs in his veins. But the more I became close to him, the more I realized that it wasn't just some phase. I really was falling for him.
There was more denying when he started dating all those gorgeous girls. Those were days that I prefer never to live again. I've spent many nights not being able to sleep, thinking about him laying on top of many different girls, taking pleasure in them, and I sometimes wish it was me that was below him. I know it sounds sick and twisted, but I've fallen for him to the point where imagining myself with other people just doesn't feel right.
Sure, I had my fair share of boyfriends as well, but my relationships were so . . . lifeless. There was no spark or intensity or even passion. I've only dated three guys the past two years and am still a virgin.
It's not that I think I look bad or anything. Although I am shorter than the average girl, I like a couple of my features. I have big blue eyes, a small nose and thin lips. My hair tumbles in waves down to my lower back─I haven't cut it off in a long time─and I'd recently dyed it a darker shade of brown than my natural color. As for my body, I sometimes think that my breasts are too small─32B cups─or that my skin is too pale or I'm way too short─5'2". Yeah, I've always been pretty hard on myself when it comes to how I look. I have had people call me beautiful before, but I've always longed to hear that coming from Aiden's lips.
Aiden's tour is finally over, and we're now heading back home to our house in Los Angeles. I had fallen asleep most of the way but Aiden woke me up, claiming that we're almost there.
He's at the front part of the tour bus, chatting with the members of his band. I can hear them laughing and joking around. But the thoughts in my head and the tiny rivulets of raindrops trickling down the window drown out all the noise. A knocking startles me, and I turn to the door frame to see Aiden leaning on it, a warm smile on his face. "You okay, Ammy?"
I give him my best convincing smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He walks closer to me, and I try my best not to stare at him too long. You'd think after knowing him all my life I would get used to how he looks, but I'm more aware than ever now. How his brown hair is carelessly yet stylishly tousled. How his tight white T-shirt hugs his lean frame. How his deep blue eyes, a shade darker than mine, fill me with a sense of calmness and safety.
He sits beside me on the couch and pulls me to him. It's been so long since he's held me, and I don't hold back in wrapping my arms tightly around him, burying my face in his neck as he envelops me in his warm, familiar scent. I've missed him too much to hold back.
"You forgot that I always know when you're lying," he murmurs.
I sigh. I guess the smile I gave him wasn't convincing enough. He can always tell when I'm not being truthful. It's like some kind of big brother sensing powers, as he likes to call them.
"What's really going on with you?" he asks, stroking my hair softly.
"Just a lot on my mind," I reply. I'm not ready to tell him the truth yet. Hell, who am I kidding, I'll never be ready to tell him the truth. How do you tell your biological brother that you're actually in love with him? That's like a one way ticket to some type of mental institution.
"Well, maybe playing some Mario Kart will cheer you up later," he offers, and I look up at him, both of us grinning.
"God, I missed that game," I say. "You should've brought the Wii along."
"I know, I know. But could you blame me for forgetting?"
"Yeah, I guess." It didn't matter if we'd brought it along or not. I knew he would barely have time to play it with me, and playing alone just isn't the same.
"Well, we could play it as much as we want," he tells me. "I decided that after the tour I was gonna take a break for a few months. Spend more time with my little Ammy."
My eyes go wide, excitement bubbling up in me. He hadn't told me about this. "Really?"
His grin widens. "Yup. Just you and me, sis."
I throw my arms around his neck so abruptly that he stumbles back a bit. We both start laughing uncontrollably, holding onto each other tight. I haven't been this happy in a long time.
A half an hour or so later, I realize that I've fallen asleep in his arms. I lift my head from his chest, my eyes meeting his. He's smiling, and I notice that the bus has stopped. "We're here," he says softly.
* * *
After we were all settled back at our house, we made up all that lost time, playing video games and watching old Disney movies while eating snacks, pretty much any of the things we did together when we were younger.
Now we're both curled up on the couch, my head resting on his shoulder as the movie we were watching ends. I'm wearing an old sweater of his that is way too big for me and slides off one shoulder, but it feels warm and I can still smell his scent on it. It's late and I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.
"Hey, Ammy?" I hear Aiden say.
"Mmm?" I murmur sleepily.
He gently lifts my head from his shoulder and then gets off the couch, his back to me but a grin on his face. "Stand up on the couch."
I furrow my eyebrows. "Why?"
"Just do it."
I do as he says, standing up on the couch. We're at the same height now, but if I were standing beside him, I would probably only reach his neck.
He hunches over a little. "Get on my back." I can hear the grin in his voice.
My heart starts to flutter like crazy. This is also the thing he used to do when we were younger. At night he would give me a piggyback ride to my room. I can't believe he remembers. And most of all, I can't believe he would still want to do it. With a smile on my face, and flushed cheeks that I can't seem to hide, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He places his hands on the bottom of my bare thighs, and I blush. Part of me wishes that I hadn't chosen these really short shorts, but the other part is thankful. The feel of his rough hands firmly on my skin sends shivers all over me, in the best way possible.
As he leads me up the stairs, I close my eyes and bury my face in his shoulder. I hear him sing one of his songs softly, the song that he had written about our parents, and I feel the burn of tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat.
When we reach my room, he gently lets me down on the bed and then turns to me, leaning down to place a soft kiss on my forehead. "I love you, Amira," he murmurs, his lips still against my skin. "Always know that."
"Could you sleep here tonight?" I suddenly ask. "I mean, if . . . it's okay with you."
He chuckles. "Of course, Am. You don't even have to ask." I scoot over and he slides beside me, pulling me close. I rest my head on his chest and feel his heart beat against my cheek. I'm surprised that it's beating fast. Almost as fast as mine.
"Aiden?" I whisper. "Are you okay? Your heart's beating really fast."
"Oh, um, I'm fine." I hear him swallow. "It's just, you know, been awhile."
It has been a while since he's slept here in my room with me. Ever since he had all those girlfriends . . . ugh, I don't even want to think about the times where I could hear moans and creaks coming from his room. They were the source of my nightmares.
I lift my head up to look at him. His eyes are closed, but he doesn't have that peaceful look that he has when he's asleep. He looks as if he's . . . uncomfortable?
My heart drops. "If you don't wanna sleep here, that's okay . . . "
"What?" he says, eyes popping open. "No, sis, that's not it at all. It's just . . . " he trails off as we lock eyes. It takes me a while to realize how close his lips are to mine.
And suddenly there's not an inch separating them.
I don't know how I ended up below him, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck and my fingers buried in his hair. And his lips. Oh God, his lips are on mine. His kiss is so searing that it feels as if he's taking my every breath with it.
This kiss is not soft and sweet. It's not aggressive and lustful. This kiss is one filled with desperation. As if we're falling, and we're never knowing how soon we will hit the ground, and wanting to make the kiss last and last until our lips are numb.
I don't know where my clothes went, or where his went. All I'm aware of is that my skin is pressed tightly against his, and that his hand is softly kneading my now bare breast. This feels real and unreal at the same time.
His lips suddenly leave mine, and then spread all over. I'm letting out moans, and they get louder the lower and lower his mouth goes. I expect his mouth to go even lower, but instead I hear a ripping noise and I look up, sucking in a breath. He slides the condom onto his thick erection, and then he starts pressing it against my wettenned folds. My heartbeat quickens, and Aiden's eyes meet mine, questioning. I just nod slowly. Neither of us need to speak.
As he slowly enters me, I feel his thickness start to spread my walls, widening me, and I immediately feel the pleasure. But as soon as he goes all the way into me, it's a shocking mix of pleasure and pain. I gasp and cling to him, burying my face in his neck and letting out mewling sounds, as if I'm an injured kitten.
He goes as slow as he can, but I still feel the pain from time to time, and it takes a while to go away. I feel him start to gradually go faster with each thrust, and the pain starts easing away and making room for pleasure. I have never felt pleasure this intense, even when I'm touching myself. It's overtaking me and I never want it to stop. I cry out, and my whole body bucks against him as I feel my orgasm. His body also starts going rigid, and he lets out a low groan as we both climax together. He sags against me, both of us panting heavily and looking at each other.
Aiden does the last thing I expected him to do: he bursts into tears. I hold him tighter as his face nuzzles my neck, his body racking with sobs and his tears dripping onto my skin. We sob together, a lot like the night we saw the news about the plane crash. Although this time I don't know why he's crying. I don't know why either of us are crying.
"I love you, Ammy . . . " he says between sobs. "God, I can't believe how fucking stupid I've been all this time. I can't hide it anymore, Amira, I can't."
We stay like that for the rest of the night, with him on top of me, still inside me, and I'm too stunned to speak. All I know is that, no matter if we have the same blood, this man in my arms is the only man I ever want to be with.
His lips softly graze my ear, and he serenades me with his heavenly voice until sleep comes for me.
Thanks for reading, everyone! This is the first thing I've ever written ever, and if you liked it, don't worry, I might make another chapter, since I have a couple of ideas for where the story will be going. Criticism is welcome as long as it's constructive, since this is the first time I've ever written a story. And also let me know if there should be a continuation. :D Thanks guys!