ARIEL'S POV
"I detest you!" From the backseat, Bianca shouts, then looks at Arielle. "Don't you also despise him?" Yes, She mumbles, her voice breaking, "I hate you. "At Loretta's birthday party, why in the world did they consume so much alcohol? And I'm the one driving them home without any complaints, what did I do to earn their hatred? I parked my car in front of my house and my sister entered.
I encourage Arielle to hurry up but She says, I don't want to walk. You hold me up. She has a pouty face that makes me laugh. Alright, love. I raise her into my arms, carrying her in a bridal way to my couch. she chuckles and puts her head against my chest. What's up with you two today? She shakes her head when I carefully set her down on the couch. "Secret." Arielle chuckles, her voice melodic. "For years, I've kept secrets from you. Oh! I see. Give me a heads-up. Her gaze flits across my body, stopping to study my black sweatpants."I always wonder what they would look like on you if your dick were really hard when I see you wearing them. Would every part be visible to me? My eyes enlarge, and I give a tense cough. You what? Arielle just shrugs and stoops to remove her shoes, exposing her breasts to me. She doesn't have a bra on. Jeez .Don't ask questions you don't want answers to. I turn my head away and cough. I'm going to check on Bianca, all the way to the kitchen, my heart is racing. Never once has Arielle misbehaved around me.
I carefully placed Bianca on the bed and covered her with a blanket before returning to the living room.
I always feel very comfortable with Arielle but tonight I'm nervous. I saw her sitting on the sofa, crossing her legs.
She looked up when she heard my step and smiled. Ariel, she called and patted the seat next to her and I shook my head.
Let's get you to bed, baby. No, she said, Come and sit. I sighed and sat as she asked.
What's wrong, why do you look so upset tonight?
You want to know? I nodded and she giggles, getting up on her knees and facing me.
Before I realise what's happening, Arielle is on my lap, straddling me with her hands on my shoulders.
Feeling her ass on my thighs, I moan quietly and wrap my hands around her waist.
"What are you doing, sweetheart? I want to sit here, Ariel.
She moves closer to me, and I grit my teeth.
She's sitting on my dick and I'm trying my best not to think about it, but I've never seen her so aroused.
I always thought I knew her well, but I have never seen this other side of her.
What's wrong? She put her arms around my neck and looked away. I didn't pursue the one I love.
If I had, would everything be different? I hugged her tightly around the waist, my heart pounding. "Who is he? "She looked me in the eye and shook her head. Don't tell me he's one of my brothers. She laughs, her voice delicate. I know later you will regret your actions.
The only thing I regret is that I didn't do it. Arielle said and grabbed my hair tighter.
Her face was so close to mine that I could lean in and steal a kiss.
Can I sleep with one of your brothers, Ariel? she asks, rocking her hips on my lap.
Dammit.
If you value your life, you wouldn't do that.
I grabbed her hips tightly to keep her still, but it was too late.
I could feel my cock getting hard, and I hope that she didn't realise how hard she was making me.
Come on, darling, I said through gritted teeth, you'd better go to bed.
You've had too much to drink.
She laughed as I looked away. You're doing something you shouldn't be doing, I said.
She shifted on my lap and sat very comfortably and a soft moan escaped her mouth.
This has to stop, I told her.
It doesn't matter how drunk you are, Arielle .For the record, I'm your sister's fiancé. But you were supposed to be mine. I blinked at her in surprise. If Loretta hadn't begged me to talk to my grandmother after waking up next to me at Bianca's twenty-one birthday party, the woman I would have married would have been Arielle.
She smiled and ran her fingers over my chest. Ariel, I want this t-shirt. Is it available? Why not? With a sly smile, she reaches back and effortlessly unzips her garment. It pools at her waist as she pulls at it. "Arielle, screw you,I scream. I shouldn't be seeing you in your undies, and you're not even sporting a bra. I take hold of her dress and use it to cover her. "You're trying my patience tonight, sweetheart. You're going too far with this. She gives me a rolling look. Ariel, ugh. Do you know how many people have seen me in my underwear? Relax. I am a model. I clenched my jaw. And, Arielle, do you sit like this on people's laps? "What's wrong, Arielle? You've lived a decent life your whole life, and now all of a sudden you want to have sex? What on earth is going on? Ariel, I asked for your shirt. I didn't ask you to sleep with me.
But since you're so hard, I guess you want it too. "If I give you my T-shirt, will you go home?
She grabs the dress and pulls it over her head, letting it drop to the floor. Holy Moses. You're naked.
Why aren't you wearing any underwear Arielle? I don't like underwear,she says simply.
I can't have my fiancé's sister naked and on my lap. I'm trying my best to control my thoughts, but damn, my cock is throbbing. My eyes wander over her perfect body and I moan. She is so beautiful.
Her nipples are dark and hard, a stark contrast to her skin.
Every inch of her is beautiful,
I tear my gaze away from her and wrap my fingers around the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. Come on, I tell her, put this on. And l will get you to bed.