Arianna
I sleep well after whipping Carmine’s ass at monopoly. I am still the reigning champion.
I wake up with a jolt and see the early morning light filtering through a break in the deep red velvet curtains. I rub my eyes and glance at the smartwatch on my arm. When the small screen illuminates with the time, I squint; it’s way too bright for first thing in the morning.
After a moment, I make out that it’s after seven, and I slide out of bed. I head to the bathroom and wash up and brush my teeth. I dress in a simple shirt and shorts combination. Carmine might not be awake yet, as it’s still early. I decide to explore the safe house some more. I haven’t ventured far. I say house, but it’s bigger than an average house, that’s for sure.
I plod downstairs and look down the three various hallways branching from the entrance room at the bottom of the stairs.
I take the one closest to my left, and it leads to some spare rooms, a board room, and, amazingly, a home theater room. I bet Alessandro designed this place. The man has talent.
I go back and go down another hallway. There’s a home gym-nice, we can work out-and there’s a locked door that I can’t open. Knowing my brothers, it stores something important like weapons. The other two doors are also locked. I’ll ask Carmine about them when he’s awake. I go down the final hallway. There is only one door, and it’s open. As I step in, I silently whoop.
Indoor swimming pool.
It’s not huge, but it looks deep. I don’t have a bikini here, but I don’t care; I’m not shy to skinny dip, and if Carmine finds me…well, I hope he appreciates the show.
I strip out of my clothes and walk to the edge of the pool. I dip a toe in; it’s heated. I look around and find the pipes running through the ceiling out of the room. It’s solarheated, nice.
I dive in enthusiastically and come up for air. The warm water feels amazing on my body, and I start to swim to the other end of the pool. It isn’t a big pool, but I can swim around a bit.
“What are you doing?” Carmine’s voice comes from the door. “Oh, you’re naked.”
I see him turning around, and I laugh, the sound echoing off the walls. “Carmine, relax. It’s no big deal.”
He stops but doesn’t face me. “I’ll come back later when you’re dressed.”
“Don’t be silly. Come and join me.” I can see he wants to turn his head, and I swim to the edge of the pool. “Am I that ugly to look at it?”
That gets him. He whips his head around to look at me, his face red. “No, it’s not that. Arianna, I promised your brothers I would protect you. I can’t be distracted.”
“What’s distracting? Are we not allowed to swim?” I ask casually.
“I don’t think your brothers would be pleased to know we’re swimming naked together,” he comments, looking away again.
I snort. “We’re both consenting adults, and we’re just swimming. Come on. You got to see me naked. Now, don’t I get to see you?”
He shakes his head. “It isn’t right.”
“Are you scared?” I tease. “Because if this is the thing that scares you, I’d totally understand.”
I can only see the side of his face, but there are frown lines, and I know he’s grumpy now. “No, I’m not scared. I’m being respectful.”
“Stuck up,” I say, splashing in his direction. “You’re an adult and can’t even be in the same room as me because you’re ashamed of my body.”
He sighs and turns to me, taking a hesitant step toward the edge. “Stop goading me, Ari. Get dressed, and we’ll find something to do.”
“I want you to swim with me first,” I say breathlessly, using my arms to keep me high in the water, my breast floating to the surface. “Come on, the water’s lovely.”
“Your brothers will kill me,” he says, but I can see he wants to as his eyes drift over my body.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I say. “Please.”
He sighs, and I grin as he takes his shirt off. He pushes his pants down and approaches the pool in his briefs. “No, no, all of it off. We’re doing this properly.”
His eyes meet mine, and I can see them alight with mischief. He pulls down his briefs after a moment, and I can’t help that my mouth drops open slightly.
“Like what you see? Not the only one with the power to persuade,” he grins and dives into the pool behind me. He swims to the other end and waits there.
I swim slowly toward him. “You’re so concerned about my brothers, what they think, but do you care what I think?”
“What do you think?” he asks, floating toward me just as slowly.
“I think I want to make my own decisions. About my career, my life…my love life. I should be able to have a say in who I want to see.” We’re a few feet apart, and I reach for his hand, he comes forward, and I take his hand, pulling myself toward his body. We aren’t touching, but we’re close. “Did you ever think I wanted to see you? In a more romantic way? I know you’re hesitant, but Carmine, we can’t deny that there’s a passion between us. There’s definitely something.”
Carmine stares at me, a fire in his eyes. “My loyalty dictates what I do.”
“Is there no loyalty to me? You’ve known me as long as you’ve known my brothers. Or don’t I matter?” I breathe the last words out.
“That’s not fair,” he says quietly. “You know you mean the world to me. Your family gave me a home when I had none. I have to abide by the family rules.”
“Rules were made to be broken,” I say. Standing on my tiptoes, I press my body against his, feeling his dick twitch slightly as I kiss him deeply.
He slides his arms around me and lifts me slightly, holding me firmly against him. We kiss hungrily, licking and biting each other’s lips as though it’s the last thing we will ever taste in our wasted lives.
I feel his semi-hard dick press against my thigh, and I groan softly into his mouth. He moans as well, one hand entangled in my wet hair.
I feel like he’s going to draw blood if he kisses me any harder, and just when I think he’s going to cave in and slip his hand between my juicy thighs, his hold on me loosens, and he reluctantly steps back.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, breathless.
“We can’t, Ari. I’m sorry.” He turns and wades through the water as I watch him. He climbs out of the pool and grabs his clothes, walking out of the room without a backward glance.
I float there for a moment, still aroused from our closeness, our nakedness. I can’t stay here forever, so I slowly gather myself and swim to the steel ladder leading out of the water.
I don my clothes, though I am still wet. I’ll go up and change them after I’m dry, but one thing Carmine should know about me is that when I want something, I don’t give up very easily.
Carmine
I can’t!
I can’t do this, but I want to so badly. If I didn’t walk away from Arianna in that pool, I know I would have done unspeakable things to her. My dick is still semi-hard, and the more I think about her perky breasts pressed against my chest, the harder it gets.
I go to my room and straight to the bathroom. I discard my clothes on the floor and get into the shower, running the water. I lean one hand against the wall as the water washes over me in waves.
I don’t even think a cold shower will help this erection. I think about what Arianna said, the fact she wants me. I think about her lips against mine, her tongue probing my mouth not so innocently.
This isn’t her first rodeo, I’m not naive, but God, I want to be her last. I reach down and give my cock a squeeze before slowly pumping my hand up and down my shaft. I grunt, trying to keep as quiet as I can. I think of what it would be like between her legs, what she would taste like when I assault her with my tongue. If I thumbed her clit enough, would she be a squirter? God, so much to think about.
I pump my fist around my dick a bit faster, my hips moving involuntarily in motion with my hand. I tip my head back. I know I’m getting close, but that’s when I sense another presence in the bathroom. I just feel like someone is watching me.
My eyes snap open, but I keep my hand on my dick, moving, as I look to the side to see Arianna standing there, still naked.
I stop moving my hand. “Get out, Ari.”
“I can help,” she says rather quietly and steps forward. “I know you want me as much as I want you.”
“We can’t,” I groan. I can’t look at her, and shivers rack through my body.
The next thing I know, her hand pushes mine away, and she starts to stroke me in long, slow strokes. “My family doesn’t have to know, and what my family doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”
I shift and turn to let her under the water with me. I tilt her head up and kiss her. “We shouldn’t,” I murmur into her mouth.
She squeezes my dick gently, and I buck slightly.
“God, Ari, don’t tease me.”
“Don’t tease me,” she counters before kissing me again.
My hands come up to her breasts, and I thumb over her nipples. I play with them until they’re standing to attention and then pinch them between my thumb and index finger.
She whimpers softly, her other hand reaching down to touch her sex as we kiss.
I move her hands, guiding her to turn around and bend over. Realizing what I’m doing, she whimpers softly,
“Yes.”
I don’t need more encouragement than that. I guide my cock to her hole and slowly push myself in. She cries out, and I hold her hips until I’m buried inside her, my balls hitting her skin.
I move slowly, teasing her. I watch as she holds onto the wall, her breasts swinging freely under her. I leave one hand on her hip, and the other goes to her breast, giving it a firm squeeze.
She tips her head up, and I see her eyes are clenched shut, her mouth slightly open in an ‘o’ shape.
I continue to move slowly, but as I push in, that last inch or two, I thrust forward hard. She yelps and I hold onto her. I do it again, and there’s that little yelp again. It’s not from pain. No, I’m hitting a sweet spot that is just doing it for her. This time I go halfway in before thrusting forward hard, and her yelp is louder.
God, she’s driving me insane.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I move my hips harder, more steadily. She bounces against me, and the wet sound of skin slapping skin fills the bathroom, echoing off the tiles.
I bury myself deep inside of her, and I cum hard. I hold her up, feeling how her legs are shaking underneath her. I pull out of her and turn her around to kiss her. What felt like an eternity of making love, something we’ve clearly both wanted for a long time, probably took less than ten minutes.
I hold her against me for a moment before I wash her down and then wash her hair. She, in turn, washes my body down before kissing me and climbing out of the shower.
As we dry, I say, “Arianna, I can’t be cast from the family. That’s worse for me than death. I haven’t had any other family since I was twelve. Your parents took me in when no one else would have. They cannot find out about us.”
She looks at me, playful mischief no longer in her eyes. “I promise, Carmine, they won’t. I won’t let them find out about us. Carmine, I’ve loved you since eighth grade, and I don’t want you to have to leave our family either.
Maybe they’ll come around with time, but I won’t say anything until you do.”
I go to her and kiss her much more gently than I did earlier. “You are a Goddess, Ari. I will always treat you like one,” I promise. “You are my everything.”
“It’s so weird we’ve finally been together,” she says, a slight blush gracing her cheeks. “I mean, I’ve always thought about it, but I never thought you’d give in.”
I chuckle. “Apparently, I have less self-control than I thought I did, but you didn’t make it easy.”
I lead her into the bedroom. She sits naked on my made-up bed. I rifle through the cupboard and pull out some briefs, slipping them on. “You better get dressed in case your brother decides to drop in again.”
“Let’s not talk about him and ruin the moment,” she grins. “Let’s just enjoy this right now.”
“Hmm, good thing I’ve activated the security system to let me know if there’s any movement by the gate or property.”
“Does that mean we’ll have a warning?” she asks, sliding back on the bed.
I lick my lips, already knowing where she wants to go with this. “Ari, again?”
“I’m insatiable,” she murmurs, her knees together but her thighs apart so I can see her perfect shaved mound.
“I can definitely satisfy you,” I say proudly, crawling onto the bed. “Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want to tire you out.”
“I’m young,” she says back to me. “I have energy and legs for days.”
I stroke a finger from her ankle, up her leg, over her knee, and down her thigh. “I’ve known that for years.”
I lie beside her, propped up on my right arm, my left free to caress her.
“So,” she finally says, “are you just going to tease me, or are you going to do something about my needs.” “Oh, what needs are those?” I playfully ask.
“Well, I need your head between my legs, making me happy.” She grins, snuggling down onto the pillows.
“My head, between your legs.” I kiss her tanned stomach softly and then kiss her a little lower, trailing kisses down to her thigh. “And I must make you happy? I can do that.”