Crawling To You

My Sister

Aiden's POV

‘What the f**k is wrong with me?’

The thought hit like a fist to my guts, sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. One second…or more. That was all it had been.

One brief, accidental glance…and now every curve was seared into me with the clarity of a brand.

Who the f**k thinks about their little sister’s naked body?

My mind scrambled for an exit, any rational explanation that would let me step back from the edge. People see things they weren’t supposed to see all the time and simply… forgot. Moved on. Pretended it never happened.

But the awareness refused to let me go.

Gabby’s naked body was burned into my brain…soft curves still glistening with water droplets, those perky n*****s hardening right in front of me, the way her waist felt so small and breakable in my hands when I caught her. I could still feel the heat of her bare skin against my palms.

Every detail sat in my head with sickening clarity, as if my eyes had taken a photograph and my mind had already developed it in high definition. I hadn’t meant to look. I hadn’t wanted to look. And yet the image stayed, vivid, unblinking, refusing to dissolve.

‘She’s your little sister, you sick bastard!’ I screamed at myself.

Her confession yesterday had hit me like a gut punch. When she’d said she loved me, not as a brother, I’d nearly thrown up on the spot.

This was Gabriella.

The girl I’d helped teach to ride a bike. The one who used to crawl into my bed during thunderstorms…the one I'm supposed to protect.

I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. There was no middle ground here. She was family. End of story.

But then that damn video... Her pole dancing at the club, shorts riding up, body moving like sin itself almost ruined my mind.

I’d worked harder than Julian to scrub every trace of it from the internet. The thought of random creeps out there watching her, jerking off to my little sister vulnerable and wild like that? It made my blood boil with a possessiveness that felt too dark and too wrong.

‘It’s just brotherly protection,’ I told myself. Julian feels the same. Any reasonable brother would.

Then…seeing her this morning looking wrecked…messy hair, clothes that smelled like another man…had stirred s**t no brother should think. Madness. Pure insanity.

How could I let my thoughts wander so dangerously? I made up my mind right there. I’d push through the adoption paperwork properly. Get my name officially added to the family register. Make it ironclad and official.

That way, these disgusting thoughts would have nowhere to hide. And I’d put her in her place today.

I had knocked twice when I got here but there was no answer. And the first thought that crashed through me was… ‘What if she sneaked out again to taunt me?’ I turned the knob without caution and pushed the door open.

And what did I see? She was stark naked.

Gabby stood frozen in the middle of her room, water still dripping down her body, tracing paths over her full breasts, her flat stomach, down to the smooth skin between her thighs. Her eyes locked on mine, wide with shock. My c**k twitched hard in my pants before I could stop it.

Fuck. She looks so small… So soft. For one insane second, I imagined grabbing her, throwing her onto that bed, spreading those pretty legs and burying myself inside her until she screamed.

She’d probably die on impact. As embarrassing as it sounded, there was nothing average about my c**k.

The first girl I tried it with barely took the tip before she ran. The second passed out halfway. Everyone thought I was some playboy, but the partial virgin old me was standing here, rock hard, thinking about how Gabby’s tight little body would take me. She’d get crippled.

I couldn't even believe I was thinking about her like that. She's my damn sister!

I moved on pure instinct when her foot slipped on the wet tile and my arms shot out and caught her.

Her naked, wet body pressed flush against mine…soft t**s crushing into my chest, her hips flush against my growing hardness. Her breath hitched, hot against my neck. Every inch of her felt like velvet fire. My hands gripped her waist tighter than they should have. I could smell her shampoo, feel her n*****s like hard little points against me.

‘God, she’d feel so good. I could f**k her so deep she wouldn’t walk for days.’

The thought was filthy and disgusting. I shoved her back onto the bed, throwing a blanket at her like it was on fire.

“f*****g cover yourself up!” I snarled, voice rough.

She clutched the blanket, cheeks flushed. I tried to make it hurt…to make my words cold and final. I had to kill this before it destroyed us both.

“I just came to tell you to behave today,” I said coldly. “Don’t mess anything up. If you do, I’m telling your parents everything.”

As I turned to leave, her small voice stopped me.

“Aiden… don't you find me the tiniest bit attractive? Just now? I’m not a child anymore. You saw me. All of me.”

Attractive does not even come close. She's a breathing temptation.

I've never been this hard just by seeing a girl naked. And here I am…getting a hard on for my own little sister. I think I've lost my mind.

But I didn't let any of it show. Instead, I scoffed, forcing ice into my tone. “You could run around me completely naked every day, Gabby, and all I’d see is my little sister. Stop kidding yourself. The only thing I feel seeing you like that is embarrassment. For you.”

I slammed the door and walked away, cursing under my breath. ‘Get it together, Aiden. She's your sister.’

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Forty minutes later, everything looked normal downstairs. Maids finished setting the table. The scent of roasted chicken and fresh bread filled the air.

But nothing was normal inside me.

My mind kept flashing back to her naked body and the way she’d trembled in my arms.

I didn't even know Valerie had arrived. I just saw the butler escorting her in. She looked stunning…elegant black dress hugging her mature curves, confident smile, long legs.

Definitely not family. Definitely someone I can have.

She’d told me she could take me, though we hadn’t tried yet because I’d been hesitant despite her making several attempts. Maybe today. Maybe f*****g her senseless would get Gabby off my mind.

I went to her, pecked her cheek as I took her hand. “You look beautiful, Val.”

She smiled warmly. “Thank you, babe.”

Valerie is perfect and mature. She's reasonable and hardworking…more reason why I decided to settle down with her.

Everyone gathered as Mrs Walter asked, “Where the hell is Gabby?”

Julian smirked teasingly. “Maybe she ran off again with Ethan to go rock some random street pole.”

It was intended to be a joke but suddenly, I didn't find it funny. My fists clenched under the table instinctively. The image of Gabby with Ethan…his hands on her…made my blood boil.

‘Crush it, man. Focus. She’s your sister,’ I told myself. Maybe if I said it as often as possible, my head would register it.

Then she appeared.

Gabby came down wearing simple jean bum shorts that showed off her toned legs and a big peach-colored polo that somehow made her look even sexier…casual, fresh from the shower, hair pulled up in a messy bun with a few strands framing her face.

And suddenly, Val’s appearance became a joke to me.