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He loves Kate, he has always loved Kate.
However, that changed the way he started to see her.
It was last summer, they were in Sardinia, on a family vacation, staying in a house with exclusive access to the beach. They were already far from the shore when a wave broke right over them.
He saw her sinking and submerging right in front of him, the top part of her bikini had shifted, and her breasts were exposed, and something broke inside him.
It's not that he didn't know she was beautiful; after all, he was not blind. They had many discussions when she started receiving offers to work as a model. She was fifteen at the time, and their father had just died. There was no way Anthony would let her go around parading around and taking photos in skimpy clothes, to the detriment of her education.
It was a difficult time for both of them.
And he knew then that she was beautiful enough to catch the attention of fashion editors. She was slim, tall, with miles of legs and a remarkably symmetrical face. So yes, he knew she was beautiful.
But she was also a walking threat, like when she decided to get the damn belly button piercing exactly on the fifth anniversary of Edmund's death. For months, she paraded in front of him wearing tops that exposed her abdomen, as if she wanted to challenge him and make her thought of " You're not my father, and I do as I please" very clear.
He just couldn't deal with all that shit, and ended up hooking up with girls who also had belly button piercings at that time, not even wasting time thinking about it.
And well, she has an incredibly sculpted abdomen, the result of a healthy eating routine and regular investments in a personal trainer – whose bill he himself pays monthly – and her curvaceous waist perfectly harmonizes with her wide hips and perky butt. So yes, he is fully aware that his sister is damn hot.
But somehow, seeing her breasts exposed right in front of him does something entirely different for him. They are delicate and pert, the nipples are hard thanks to the cold water. She hasn't noticed yet; her head is tilted back, wet hair falling down her back, and her mouth slightly open.
Fuck, he's so hard.
He feels his stomach churn with this. He's a damn pervert. She's his sister.
Well, Kate is technically his half-sister, the product of his father's extramarital relationship. In fact, his parents were in the process of separating when Kate was conceived. His father, distraught and saddened by the recent separation, seemed to have forgotten the importance of using protection, resulting in an unplanned pregnancy with another woman. All of this only for a few months later, both he and Violet decided that divorce wasn't what they truly wanted.
Naturally, Anthony was too young at that time to know about any of these things. All he could recall was being eight years old, sitting next to Ben, with their parents on the couch, listening to them say that "dad wouldn't live with them anymore."
He remembers feeling angry and blaming his mother. He recalls becoming even more upset months later when he found out he would have a sister who would only be his father's daughter.
But then, soon after, Violet became pregnant with Daphne, and little Kate started visiting their house every two weeks; occasionally, they would also go to her house.
This persisted until the day Kate's mother, Aunt Aisha, died in a car accident. Anthony was sixteen at the time and vividly remembers that the funeral took place on a notably cold and rainy day. He recalls that during the ceremony, Kate cried herself to sleep in the arms of Edmund.
So, she came to live with them, and, well, she was a complete menace.
But he never, at any point, saw her as anything other than his sister.
Until her damn bikini came off.
He spent the entire year after that incident trying to avoid her. It wasn't that difficult of a task.
Kate was studying and living in Oxford, which, although not a considerable distance from London, served as a sufficient justification to explain her distance.
Even so, she still called him every two weeks, occasionally made video calls, and shared studies on the impact of super-rich real estate speculation on people's lives. She even sent him food through her siblings.
"You need to eat real food," she would say, and then send something she had cooked herself, and her food was always better than anything he could buy.
That year, he found himself in more relationships than usual. Although he was still seeing Siena, somehow, it didn't seem like enough. So, he got involved with several women, doing everything he could to keep Kate out of his mind.
But his mother's birthday was an event he couldn't miss. So, it was just his luck that she wanted to spend the weekend at Aubrey Hall with all her children, and that, logically, included Kate.
He figured that in a large group, he might be able to keep his distance from her, at least enough to avoid resorting to cold showers. But, well, in the first few hours, that proved to be wrong.
He arrived a day earlier than planned, bringing the children and his mother with him. Ben brought Eloise and Francesca, while Colin went to pick up Daphne and Kate. They arrived in the last group, as even on a trip of less than two hours, Colin needed to make stops for food.
Kate threw herself into his arms as soon as she arrived, kissing his cheek and whispering, "I haven't seen you in months."
And, fuck, the summer dress she was wearing was light; he felt her entire body against his. Moreover, the intoxicating scent of lilies that haunted his dreams was present.
It would be a difficult weekend.
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"You're avoiding me," she said as soon as she found him in the kitchen.
He had been hiding in there while his family settled into the house. It wasn't just Kate he wanted to avoid; he wasn't in the best mood to share in his siblings' antics. Certainly, they hadn't followed any of his instructions, and now they would be regretting the items they forgot to bring for the weekend.
"I'm avoiding everyone before they ask me to go to the store to buy personal hygiene items that you forgot."
"Do I look like someone who forgets personal hygiene items?" She asks, leaning against the sink counter next to him, one eyebrow raised in challenge.
He sighs, thinking about how fragrant she is. He remembers how many times someone complained because she took too long in the shower, long showers that made everyone late.
He doesn't want to think about her taking a shower, so he simply shrugs without responding.
"Anyway, I wasn't talking about today," she says. "We've seen each other, what, twice this year?"
"Three times," he replies, still chewing his apple and without looking directly at her.
His birthday, her birthday, and Christmas were the only occasions he allowed himself.
"I'm not your favorite sister anymore?" she jokes.
"You are, after Hyacinth, Fran, and Daphne," he smiles as she sticks her tongue out at him. "And Eloise on good days."
She laughs and nudges his shoulder with hers in response.
"I hate when you isolate yourself," she says seriously after a few seconds. "I miss you." She pouts cutely, and her eyes are so sincere and deep that he feels very guilty for avoiding her all year.
Against his better judgment, he puts his hand on her face and lifts her chin so that she meets his gaze.
"I promise there's nothing wrong, just a lot of work, but I'll make time to come visit you on campus." He kisses her forehead, thinking that maybe he can set aside all his improper feelings for her and go back to being just her older brother.
His determination only lasts until mid-afternoon when everyone decides to enjoy the sunny day by the pool.
He realizes he's fucked when he sees her coming out through the back doors of Aubrey Hall in his direction.
He swallows hard, painfully aware of the tiny white bikini she's wearing, of all the bronzed skin laid out before him, glowing like sunlight. She's fucking hot, slender with a well-defined waist, toned muscles, miles of legs, and gloriously perky breasts—ones that keep him awake at night.
Her smile is sweet, directed at him as she stands beside his lounge chair; he's grateful for wearing shorts over his swim trunks.
"Are you ready to lose in polo to me?" she asks.
"I'm not playing today," is all he can manage to respond.
"And why not?" She furrows her brow, puzzled. Her competitive spirit is famous in the family, which is why she looks incredulous at his refusal. However, there's nothing that would make him dive into that pool with her. He knows Kate; she would end up jumping on him to celebrate or argue, and he's definitely not ready to hold her body in his arms while she's in a tiny bikini.
"I twisted my knee and I'm avoiding impact movements," he lies.
"God, you're old," she mocks, poking his leg with her knee, unaware that his entire body reacts to the touch.
Damn, he needs to control himself!
"Oh, he's just afraid of being slaughtered," Colin appears beside them, hugging Kate by the shoulders as he guides her towards the pool.
He can't do anything but watch her as she plays water polo; Simon is by his side talking about commodities, stocks, and football, and he's pretending to pay attention.
Her team is in the lead, and Kate is excited, sporting a radiant smile and a confident posture. She also throws some taunts at Colin and Daphne, who are on the opposing team.
At one point, she dives and comes back with her hair completely wet. She runs her hand through it, removing excess water, and tosses it to the side. Then, she adjusts the top of her bikini and bites her lip, waiting to receive a pass.
It's mesmerizing to watch, and he doesn't feel strange about it at all.
When the game finally ends, after many fights and disagreements, and Eloise almost hits Colin for what she interprets as a malicious foul, they leave the pool and gather around the snacks table prepared by the staff.
It doesn't take long for her to come and sit next to him on the lounger.
"Your ears are red," she comments while sipping watermelon juice from her cup and then offers it to him.
"It's terribly hot, don't know if you've noticed," he responds, accepting her juice. It's chilled and a balm for how he feels, hot and sticky.
"You're all sweaty," she comments, watching him. He could swear her eyes lingered for a few seconds on his abdomen and then on his shoulders before she bites her lip. He needs to hold his breath.
"You should reapply sunscreen," she says, grabbing the sunscreen tube from the bag next to his chair.
She can't be serious.
"I can apply my own sunscreen," he responds sharply, watching her pour the product into her hands.
"Nonsense," she shrugs, putting some of the product on the tip of his nose and laughing. "I like doing things for you, repaying everything you do for me."
She begins to spread the product on his face, and he closes his eyes, without the strength to continue protesting.
It's sweet how she worries about him, how she keeps sending him messages to check if he's sleeping properly, if he's exercising, if he's eating, if he's going to therapy.
Surprise, Kate, the fucking therapy isn't helping!
Not that he mentioned to the therapist about his insane desire for his sister; in fact, he has been avoiding therapy precisely because he has no intention of sharing that.
"I need you to turn around so I can apply it on your back," she says. He opens his eyes, and her face is inches from his. Anthony swallows hard before complying.
She starts with his shoulders, her delicate yet firm hands gliding over the warm sun-kissed skin. She is kneeling behind him, dedicating herself to applying sunscreen to his body as if it were her job.
Kate is like that; she turns anything into a mission, giving herself one hundred percent. Always striving to be the best at everything, she works hard to make everything perfect for everyone.
Your girl doesn't do anything halfway. He wonders if she's as dedicated when it comes to sex, if she strives to please, if she's capable of letting go of the control she enjoys exerting over everything.
Christ, he tries to push the thoughts away. His cock has been hard enough since she laid her hands on him; if his thoughts go in that direction, she'll notice.
"I need you to face me now," she says with a slightly breathless voice. He wonders if it's affecting her the same way it's affecting him.
He does as she asks anyway, and the two are facing each other again. From her irregular breathing, he would say yes, she's affected.
But, of course, that must be his fucking imagination.
She doesn't see him as anything beyond her older brother; she's just doing a favor.
Anthony leans back in the sun lounger, trying to calm himself, and she... fuck, she settles onto his thigh to get closer. One knee on each side. She sits there like it's nothing, as if the wet fabric of her bikini isn't the only thing keeping her cunt from pressing against his skin.
His cock feels uncomfortable inside his swim trunks; he wants to pull a towel over himself, but doing that would attract even more attention.
Fuck!
Kate seems oblivious, leaning toward him, her hands sliding over his abdomen as she spreads the lotion. He clenches his jaw to stifle a moan, feeling his heart beating at a frantic pace.
His whole family is around them, although he can't see anyone else. The cacophony of sounds around him echoes in his ears, his blood pulsing way too fast.
Her breasts are right in the direction of his gaze, nipples pointing through the wet fabric, the sides exposed; they must be cold from the water, she's shivering, and he thinks about warming them with his mouth, nibbling on her nipples while she rides him. Just pushing aside the bikini fabric and then...
He needs to get out of there and take a cold shower.
Her hands finish the job, but she doesn't move, staying seated on his thigh, her knee inches from his painfully stiff cock.
He prays she won't look down and notice the bulge in his shorts.
"I think it's ready," she says, her hands still resting on his abdomen as she assesses her work.
"Thank you," he replies, more frustrated than he would like to show.
"Would you do this for me?" she asks, looking into his eyes, batting her long lashes in his direction.
"Do what?" he asks, confused, watching as she removes her hands from his skin and places them on her thighs. He almost protests the loss of contact.
"Reapply sunscreen on me," she replied as if it were obvious, extending the product packaging to him. "I spent a long time in the water, need to reapply."
It's not the first time he has applied sunscreen on her, not even the first time she's sitting on his lap. However, there's something in the way she looks at him and the heavy air around them that makes him think maybe she's not so oblivious to what's happening with him.
'I'll do it,” he responds, taking the tube from her hand. Just like her, he starts at the tip of her little nose. Kate has perfect features; he told her that when she had a crying fit at sixteen because some stupid girl at school said her face was too square.
Well, he loves her pronounced chin, which gives her a hint of arrogance that he finds adorable.
His hands are full of sunscreen when he places them on her waist. She startles slightly, sighs, and shifts, rubbing against his thigh. His cock throbs intensely, and he starts counting in Latin inside his head before having an orgasm in front of her.
"You need to stay still," he grits between his teeth, irritated.
He thinks she's going to protest, but she just looks at him and shakes her head. "Okay."
Okay , he thinks, as his fingers glide over her abdomen. She's thinner, her belly even flatter, and her waist slimmer. Her skin is so soft; it feels like silk between his fingers.
His hands slide down to the bikini string, just below her breasts. He can't resist, causing his thumbs to deftly slip under the fabric. He feels the tension in her body, her gaze fixed on his hands, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she watches with her mouth slightly open, breathing heavily.
He massages her skin with his thumbs, gradually gliding them over her breasts, beneath the bikini. The motion is slow, deliberate, as he doesn't actually intend to touch her. He knows he can't. He's aware he shouldn't; at any moment, she'll push him away and yell at him.
But she doesn't. Instead, she closes her eyes, her pussy clenching around his thigh, her hands gripping tightly on the side of the lounger, yet she doesn't ask him to stop.
It's just a few more millimeters of skin, and then your fingers are on her nipples. He slides the pad of his thick fingers over the tips of her breasts, which are so hard, and she moans as she rubs against his thigh. Fuck, she's clearly turned on.
He has one more image to add to his strange gallery: her straddling his thigh, biting her lips, with dilated eyes of excitement, as he caresses her nipples.
Anthony is about to cup her breasts with his hands when they hear voices approaching. He remembers they are in public, surrounded by family, and that someone could witness the little spectacle they were providing.
He removes his hands from her quickly, and Kate stands up from his lap just before Benedict and his mother arrive with a plate of sandwiches, discussing plans for the rest of the weekend.
Kate avoids looking at him, engaging in conversation with the two as if she hadn't been masturbating on his leg less than a minute ago. Meanwhile, he discreetly grabs a towel to cover his lap, still feeling the dampness she left on his thigh.
Anthony avoids her for the rest of the day and finds an excuse to end the weekend early. His mother doesn't conceal her dissatisfaction; however, he simply can't stay in the same house as Kate.
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He only hears from her the following Thursday. He's already getting ready for bed, reading the last expense report on his iPad while lying in his bed when she calls.
Anthony sees her image glowing on the phone screen, a photo he took about two summers ago when she was having a laughing fit.
It's an adorable image that tugs at his heart.
"Kate, is everything okay?" He asks, concerned as he answers.
"Yes," she replies, sounding upset. "It's just..." She falls silent for a moment. "I can't sleep, and I thought we could chat for a bit until I doze off, like you used to do when I was afraid of storms."
"Of course, dear," he responds, placing the iPad on the bedside table. "If it's not the storm, what's been keeping you up?"
"I guess it's the final exams, maybe," she sighs. "Deciding what I'll do after college, knowing if I'm honoring the family legacy."
"You don't need to do anything else but be yourself to honor the family legacy," he replies, serious. "Probably, in a few years, both of us will be competing for that CEO position at the Bridgerton Group."
"Oh, I'll get you," she says, laughing, that sound he loves.
"You can try, darling," he responds with his best tone of arrogance.
"Are you alone?" She asks after a few seconds of silence. He raises his eyebrows at the question, even though Kate can't see.
"Yes, I am."
"And where is Siena tonight? Or any of the other women you've been collecting?" She adopts a disdainful tone in her voice.
"She's in Paris for work," he responds, ignoring her taunt and not wanting to delve into the subject.
"You know, I thought you'd take her for the weekend at Aubrey Hall," she says in a casual tone that doesn't convince him.
"And I thought you'd bring your boyfriend, what's his name again?" He pretends not to remember the name. "Tim?"
"Thomas, and he's not my boyfriend anymore," she responds grumpily.
"No? What happened to the perfect Thomas who was studying to be a doctor?" He asks ironically.
“He was fucking someone else”
"Christ, Kate, there's no need for you to use that language."
She laughs at his protests.
"Oh, you're so conservative," she teases, still laughing on the other end of the line.
"I just don't want to hear my sister talking like that," he responds curtly.
"You do know I'm not a virgin anymore, right?" She continues teasing.
"Believe me, it's not something I like to think about."
They stay silent for a few seconds before she asks, almost in a whisper:
"But do you think about it?"
Fuck!
"Kate..."
"Do you think about me screwing, Anthony?" God, she's going to kill him.
"I don't think we should be having this conversation," his tone is sharp.
"I think about you," she interrupts. "All the time. I grew up hearing all those stories about you. I heard Rachel commenting in the club bathroom about how big your dick was. And then Lisa said you fucked her so hard she could barely walk the next day. And I was so jealous because I know it will never be with me."
"Kate, you're my sister," he's almost pleading for her to stop.
"But you also think about it, don't you?" She whimpers on the other end of the line. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have touched me in the pool. Please, say I'm not alone in this."
"Baby, no matter what I think, you're still my sister and we shouldn't..."
"We're not doing anything," she interrupts, annoyed. "We're not even together right now. I just need to know that you think about it too."
"I do think about it, dear," he closes his eyes tightly, thinking there's no turning back after this. But he can't let her feel strange alone. "I tried not to think about it, you're my sister and..."
"Half-sister."
"I've never seen it that way," he responds seriously. "And it doesn't matter, we have the same father, we were raised in the same house, and you're my younger sister."
"How long have you felt this way?" Her voice is almost a whisper.
"One year, I think. Since those damn holidays in Sardinia, when you dove into the sea right in front of me and part of your bikini came off. I saw your breasts and, God, Kate, I haven't thought about anything else since then," he finally confesses.
She let out a giggle on the other end of the line, as if she was excited about him confessing his biggest sin."
"So you think about them when..." she doesn't finish the sentence, seeming hesitant for the first time during this timid conversation.
"Do you want to know if I think about them when I masturbate, Kate?" He asks, with a touch of cruelty. “Yes, darling, you’re the one I think about when I want to cum”.
He hears her moan on the other end of the line and the sound goes straight to his cock, fuck he's so hard it hurts.
"I... I've been thinking about it for much longer," she says, breathlessly. "Every time you came back home from the university... after you started going to the gym and basically became my teenage dream come true, I felt so guilty. When you hugged me during a movie or pulled my hair, I felt aroused and at the same time disgusted."
"Darling, you're not disgusting," he felt incredibly flattered at the thought of her having felt that way about him for so long.
"So, are you going to help me? Make me feel good tonight?"
"Kate, we can't."
"We're not really doing anything when you're not even here," she says with that characteristic cleverness, as if the fact that they're not seeing each other or physically close makes all of this less wrong. "I just want to feel good and be able to sleep."
"I'm not sure if I can give you what you want, darling," he responds frustrated, not wanting to cross any more boundaries.
"If you were here, Anthony, if you could do anything you wanted, what would you do?" Her voice is sensuous in a way that drives him wild.
He never had phone sex, when he wants to fuck someone he does it in person, but he can't do it with her.
This long-distance connection with her is the only thing he'll allow himself, Anthony decides.
"Why don't you tell me what you're wearing first, Kate?" He asks in a hoarse voice, still feeling somewhat unsettled by what they are about to do.
"It's nothing special," her voice sounds uncertain. "Just my white silk La Perla pajamas."
"That set with a tiny pair of shorts and a lace blouse that you insist on wearing without a bra?" He asks somewhat harshly, recalling the numerous times he saw her wearing those pieces and how sinfully beautiful they made her look.
"Exactly," she replies with a touch of arrogance.
"Well, in that case, I'd definitely slide the straps down and have your breasts exposed to me," he closes his eyes, envisioning her lying on the university dorm's single bed, hair spread across the pillow, and the alluringly perky breasts available for his gaze.
"Are you thinking about it?" She asks in a hoarse voice.
"Of course I am," he replies gruffly. "And I want so badly to touch them again. Can you do that for me, darling?" He slides his hand inside the sweatpants he's wearing to sleep as he speaks.
"I can," she obediently replies.
"Are your nipples already hard, love?"
"Yes... since I started talking to you, actually. They always get like this when I'm chatting with you," she whispers, sounding turned on.
It's torture to hear this. He holds his throbbing member in his free hand, seeking a bit of relief.
"Wet your fingers with some of your saliva and then pinch your nipples with them," he orders as she murmurs a hasty yes. Anthony hears the sound she makes as she parts her lips and puts her fingers in her mouth, and he almost asks her to make a video call so he can see. "I want you to pinch until you feel pain because that's what I would do," he instructs.
"You're a sadist," she complains, but it doesn't take long for small screams of pain to mix with a few moans of pleasure. He knows she is following his instructions.
“I think you like it,” he laughs smugly. "I believe if I were there and put my hands between your legs, you would be wet."
"Uh-huh."
"So, do that for me, kitten. Slide your hand inside that indecent shorts of yours and tell me if you're already wet," he ordered.
"I am," she sighs after a few seconds. "I'm so wet, Ant, it's dripped down my thighs."
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, imagining her thighs becoming slick. "If I were there, Kate, I'd eat you up to clean up that whole mess, I'd run my tongue over every part of that pretty pussy of yours. But I can't do that, right? So, I need you to use your fingers, darling."
"I want you," she murmurs, in a tearful tone.
"Do as I say, Kate!" He responds authoritatively. "Rub your fingers on your cunt for me."
She obeys, and he knows she obeys from the moans and sighs he hears on the other end of the line. He increases the pressure as he strokes his cock. He doesn't want to come before her, but it's so hard to hold back when she's making those sounds in his ears.
"Anthony," she moans his name and, fuck, she's going to drive him crazy.
"Put two fingers in, darling," he says, breathless.
"Putting two in at once will hurt," she complains.
"If you want to take my cock, Kate, then you need to prepare yourself first. Put your fucking fingers inside your cunt," he orders.
"You're always so... ah!" He realizes she's done what he commanded because she stops talking, and her breathing becomes heavy in his ear.
"Are you enjoying it, darling?" He asks with a hint of mischief in his voice.
"It's uncomfortable," she complains, and he can imagine her making that adorable pout. He wonders how tight her cunt must be, considering her slender fingers make her uncomfortable.
He wants to make it better.
"Massage your clit, love, I promise it'll feel better," he instructs.
"I wish it was you," she murmurs, somewhat incoherent between moans.
Damn, he wished so much to be there, to be the only one making her feel good.
"You can't want your brother's fingers in your cunt, darling," he scolds her.
"But... I do," he smiles hearing her stubborn whine. "I want you so much," she says, and he realizes she's about to climax.
“So come for my, baby, let me hear you coming”
"I'm going to... I'm going to... Anthony," hearing her cumming with his name on her lips is delicious. He increases the pace of his hand on his cock to join her, spilling over while still hearing the whispers of his name escaping her lips.
When her breathing settles, he speaks again.
"Do you think you can sleep now, love?"
"I think so," her voice is still breathless. "We're okay, aren't we?" He hates hearing the uncertainty in her voice.
"Of course we are," he says, wishing he could be there to hold her. "You know I love you, kitten, right?"
"I know," she responds in a whisper.
"I'll always love you, Kate, no matter what happens," he assures her.