Chapter 5 HIS TOUCH

SERENA'S POV

Life is a paradox of contradicting similarities!!!

He didn't close the distance separating our lips but neither did he stop the slow torment he was putting me through.

One of his hands was snaked around my waist to hold me in place while the other lifted the hem of my shirt up.

His eyes were still on mine - the darkest shade of blue and beautifully glazed as his fingers worked their way to my right breast.

He carelessly smoothened his palm over it and my breath hitched at the rush of electricity that drove to my core.

"Because..."He continued , "I do not fancy seeing him so close to you. I do not like your pretty lips spewing words in support of him.

I do not like that you get to show such a display of emotions over someone that should not be getting it..."

I buried my head in the crook of his neck when his fingers pinched my nipple and gave it a not too gentle squeeze.

"Arsen..." I called with a moan cry.

He continued to fiddle and squeeze my breast but some seconds later he suddenly stopped. I lifted my head to see his fingers quickly unbutton the shirt of my pyjamas.

"What...what are you..."

I could not complete my question because he had skillfully removed the three buttons from their buttonholes and my shirt fell apart, my chest coming into full display.

"F**k Serena...see how beautiful you look! Freaking perfect love" He said as his eyes zeroed on my breasts. They had definitely gotten bigger in the past few years and this was something I was grateful for.

The look in his eyes, the words of his mouth...

I just wanted him to continue touching me.

His other hand eased the shirt off so that the upper part of my body was truly bare before him .

'The touch' did not happen because instead he lifted one of my breasts and his warm mouth covered it, earning a gasp from me. I clutched onto his shoulder as my eyes rolled behind my head in the foreign sensations that were spreading through me.

"Brothe... Arsenio..." I was lost and I was not willing to be found...not now...not yet. And despite the nudging voice at the back of my mind that tried to scream at me for allowing such to take place, the vibrations ricocheting underneath my skin were enough to shut it.

He sucked, used his tongue to trail around the areola of my breast, grazed his teeth smoothly along my nipple. I never knew so much could be done to the breasts...so much could be done to elicit such an array of sensations within me.

His mouth on me fed like a famished man and my skin burned to increasing heights of madness.

With a slack sound, he withdrew his mouth from my nipple and lifted his head to me.

"Look Bellisomo..." Arsenio's husky voice urged. He held my chin and gradually turned my face to look forward.

Right there was a clear mirror I had not noticed and the reflection of how flushed I was stared back at me.

One of my hands was on his thigh while the other had somehow lost weight during the mind shutting activity a second ago.

He turned me properly till I was sitting and facing the mirror and my ass felt something hot and swollen right in the middle of its cheeks.

My harsh and laboured breaths were a little calmer now. My white hair was beyond tousled and my nipples were perked to perfection and one of them in particular was looking like it had been made ripen.

A small mark was atop my breast...a mark Arsenio had made...a mark my brother had made.

'My brother?' I questioned in my head and I turned close to pale.

'What we had done...

What I had allowed to happen because I could not freaking control myself and keep to the promises I made to myself!

My brother just sucked one of my breasts...right in the house where we had grown up...where our parents are!!'

"Sh*t!" I cursed before I snatched my shirt from the floor. I tried to stand up but Arsenio's hands that were still on my waist held me in place.

"We need to talk Serena. It is long overdue" Arsenio said firmly.

"Nothing is long overdue brother..." I said and his jaw hardened when I called him 'brother', but I did not stop as I wore my shirt and roughly fixed the buttons.

"Whatever it is you want to say isn't overdue. It is outdated. This was a clear mistake and nothing is bringing me to have a conversation with you.

From today henceforth, keep your distance away from me..." I warned with an angry voice even though my inner thighs were still clammy from my juices that had leaked out and even though my body was warming under his touch - his hands that were still on my waist.

My waist felt so small that I felt if he tightened harder, his thumbs would touch each other.

"Or what will happen love..." He asked. I watched him close his eyes and rub his nose against my neckline...lovingly, sweetly and that made me almost coo.

"Or I will..." I started. I tried to look for the word somewhere in my head but before I could, Uncle Alejandro's clear cut voice distorted my head as it rang through.

"I'm certain you have started exercising. Arsenio you are a cheat..."

I heard his voice coming from the hallway.

'He is coming towards here!'

In unbeatable speed, my lust haze mood was lifted and swiftness was impacted to my laxed bones. I picked the crotches that had fallen off when Arsenio had drawn me to his thighs and I began to leap towards the exit.

"Morning Zio" I said, ensuring that my eyes were stuck to the tiles as I brushed past him.

I hope he wouldn't be able to suspect what had gone on some seconds ago.

"Morning to you too angel.

But wait, when did you start wanting to exercise?" He asked but I did not stop and neither did I answer.

"I want to believe you had a purpose in mind when you were coming down here..." Arsenio said,his voice gruff with anger at the disruption and a hint of need.

'F**k!'