Twisted Therapist 18+ Brother's Best Friend Age Gap Romance

2 - It's Not Going to Lick Itself

2 - It's Not Going to Lick Itself

Aiden

There are times in my life that I wished I wasn't me, Aiden Stone. Like opening the door and seeing Ivy, my little petal, after such a long time. My first thought on seeing her was, 'It must be a dream.' A very weird dream. Where her clothes were soaked, sticking to her curves like second skin, chocolate hair dripping with water, her bright blue eyes red and puffy, mascara running down her cheeks. My second thought was that she had been crying, and I wanted to do terrible things to the person who had made her cry.

When I was seventeen, I had watched her climb up a tree in the park, her eyes bright and grin wide as she climbed all the way up, my eyes wary of the young girl when I was in the park. She fell, like I had suspected. I didn't think she was alone, but unfortunately, she was. So I helped her. Carefully piggy backing her on my back, her arms wrapped around my neck. I brought her home as she sniffled the address in my ear, clutching my shirt as if I would dare to make her fall. I met Hayden for the first time, a striking image of his little sister with angular features, ocean-blue eyes and dark hair. He had turned pale watching his little sister's knee bleeding, gently applying the Hello Kitty bandage while I offered her a candy to distract her.

I had watched her grow, seen her get her braces and get them removed, bought her favorite doughnuts when she got her first periods, heard her talk about her awkward first kiss under the bleachers because she was too scared to talk about it with Hayden and get embarrassed by her friends. I had picked her up from her prom after party, gave her my hoodie and bought her ice cream at three in the morning. I had hugged her goodbye when I left with her brother for his deployment and my work, hoping she would take care of herself.

I cared about Ivy. My little petal. That was why I was going to do terrible things to the person, to the shit, who made her cry.

It was also why it was unfortunate that my third thought was widely different from the first two. I hated being myself when I thought of her... differently. I was truly a sadist to get turned on by her red, watery eyes. All I could think about was wrapping my fist around her hair and seeing her sky eyes gleam with tears of pain and pleasure, hazy with lust, but trusting me to take care of her and her needs. Being on her knees with my hands on her face and fucking those pouty lips—

"Fuck," I breathed, swallowing the lump in my throat and glaring at the semi in my sweatpants. I had to stop thinking about her.

Which won't happen when she is under the same roof, taking a shower, all wet and naked—

I closed my eyes and thought about all the ways I helped my patients with their anxiety. I took four deep breaths. After clearing my heads of all the filthy thoughts, I made a list of why I should never think about the said filthy thoughts.

1. She is Ivy Knight.

2. She is Hayden Knight's little sister, my best friend's sister, and he would dump me in the Arctic Ocean if he ever knew about these thoughts.

3. She is young. Eleven years younger than I am.

4. She probably thinks of me as her elder brother.

5. Did I mention she is related to Hayden Knight? The person who can and will murder me if I ever thought about touching her inappropriately.

Yes, that list was good and it should help remind me every time my blood rushes to the south. But it was the fourth point that truly scared me. I knew I had been overly protective of her when we were young—I still was, but I never meant it in a brotherly way. No, I just didn't want her to get hurt. I wanted to care for her. But not the way a sibling does.