The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 160: Wet dream

Chapter 160: Wet dream

They were already settled in the plane. As it already flew up in the air and shaking was felt, Beatrix instinctively clung on to her older brother’s arm for calm.

Seeing as to how Beatrix acted this way, he internally laughed at the thought that no matter the age, they really see her as their little sister forever that is in need of their protection.

And it will always and forever be that way.

"Don’t worry, Beatrix," Matteo said, patting her hand to comfort her. "I’m here for you... always."

"Thank you," Beatrix mouthed, already calming down with the help of her older brother.

As the plane already was steady flying bound to their home, the passengers sighed as the shaking already ended.

Beatrix’ father sat near the window, then next to him in the middle was Beatrix, then Matteo. Matteo then called the stewardess and asked for a bottle of water for Beatrix to drink.

"Do you want something to eat?" Matteo double checked, his little sister shaking her head to say no.

"No, thank you, Matteo. I only like water."

"Three, please," Matteo requested nicely to the stewardess, already having the initiative to ask water for the three of them.

"Alright. I’ll be right back," the stewardess said, Matteo showing her his killer smile making her giddy as she left.

"Thank you. We’ll be waiting."

Beatrix scoffed and playfully rolled her eyes at her older brother. "What was that? You’re with your sister and taking care of her as she is sick, yet you flirt with the stewardess?" she said as she also hit Matteo’s arm lightly.

"What can I say?" Matteo said, grinning like a fool at his sister as he let his ego take place. "Your brother is handsome and irresistible."

"Ew..." Beatrix commented, showing him a cringe facial expression. "You act like a teenage boy. Stop that. I love you as my knight-in-shining-armor brother for a reason. Don’t you dare break it in front of me right here and then."

The two of them chuckled silently on their seats. As they were doing so, Beatrix noticed that their father’s attention was elsewhere. He was looking out the window, the man not scolding them for their childish behavior as he usually did.

Beatrix looked at her older brother and whispered to him to ask a question.

"What’s up with papa? Usually he gets our attention since we’re adults acting like kids."

Matteo shrugged. "You know him," he started. "Once he is thinking about something, he shuts up and thinks about it non-stop. Especially if it’s about you."

Beatrix whispered closely to her brother’s ear to ask him a question. "What is it about, anyway? He said that I’m in danger and that I have to leave ASAP and stay home for safety?"

"I--"

"I could hear you two," their father interrupted, Matteo not able to finish what he was about to say. "Matteo, let your sister rest. She needs it as she just came out from the hospital. I know that when the three of us are home, you and your other brothers will bother her to no end."

Beatrix pouted. She is an adult... yet she is still treated like a child by her father and older brothers. Well, that’s really the case maybe until she grows old. It’s really a different case when you’re the youngest and then the only girl at that.

She’ll forever be spoiled and protected even as a woman.

"Well, you heard him," Matteo spoke, breaking Beatrix out of her thoughts. "Rest. He’s right, you know. You need rest."

"But--"

"But--" Matteo intercepted, the stewardess returning to them with their bottled water. He got it from her and distributed it to his little sister and father before continuing to speak. "--you’ll learn about this soon enough when the time is right. For now, rest."

"Oh..." Beatrix frustratingly opened her bottled water and took a sip. "Fine."

"Besides, dad is right about another thing, too," Matteo said, giving his little sister a wink. "Remo and Ares really missed you when you were gone. For sure when you get home, the house will be as loud as ever with us siblings."

Beatrix smiled at the thought. Well, she did miss their sibling banters.

There was never a dull moment with the three even back when they were children. They were always together through thick and thin and would always have each other’s back. She couldn’t imagine a life without her older brothers who would often follow her at her beck and call.

To Beatrix, they spoiled her rotten that even a simple whine from her they can’t bear.

They’re her little princess who’s now their queen--protecting and following her.

"Oh, I do miss Remo and Ares banters..."

"And they do miss you, too," Matteo said, giving Beatrix a soft pinch on her nose bridge. "Now sleep," he ordered, patting his shoulder. "Lean on me and I’ll wake you up for some snacks an hour before our landing. For sure, Remo and Ares would have already been preparing for your arrival."

And with that, Beatrix then took her older brother Matteo’s advice. She rested her head on his shoulder then rested, drifting off to sleep soon after.

What she didn’t expect, however... was her seeing Damien and Rhys in her dream.

***

"Mm..."

Beatrix groaned in her sleep. The moment she opened her eyes, she noticed that she was in an unfamiliar room. She blinked her eyes a few times when she saw that she was on a four-poster bed, the curtains scarlet red.

She felt slightly cold. The sheets were silk, chilling to the skin every time she moved. She noticed that she was also naked, only a thin, silky red blanket covering her waist, revealing her bare chest and legs.

’Where am I?’ she thought, the woman suddenly gasping when she felt someone’s hand tracing her ankle, up to her legs, then settling on her thighs. She then looked to her right and then met a pair of familiar eyes.

"Damien," Beatrix said, blinking her eyes a few times as she did not see him there a moment ago. "When did you--oh..."

However, she was interrupted once more when she felt another touch now on the left side. Now when and where did this man come from and why is he kissing her neck as he fondled one of her breasts?

"Rhys..." Beatrix whispered, her eyes closing as the sensation slowly seduced her. She need not look at the man doing the action--the feel is already too familiar for her to know who the man is.

Always in action--always hungry... Rhys.

"Bea," Damien whispered against her ear, biting her earlobe gently as his hand parted her legs, and teased her entrance. "We’re here... always... for you."

And yes, Damien... the passionate lover...

That’s the two, alright.

Always her favorite people.

"Mm..."

Beatrix bit her bottom lip. Her eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, her body moving as she felt good upon their touch.

’Am I dreaming?’ she thought, continuing to feel the sensation. She was aware that she was in a plane, but is her disappointment from not having a proper talk with the two making her see them in her dreams?

’Shit... this feels so real. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up...’

Beatrix ran her hand through Rhys’ hair as she felt him suckling on one of her breasts, his other hand was fondling the other. He was trying his best to keep her in place as she was arching her back, feeling Damien’s index and middle finger slowly going in and out of her entrance, sucking on her neck as well.

"A-aah~!"

Beatrix moaned, the two men continuing to pleasure her. With her almost reaching her climax, she attempted to press both of her legs together, the two men preventing that from happening.

"Rhys, Damien..." she moaned both of their names in a breathy and needy manner. "I... I want..."

"Want what?"

Beatrix was suddenly in a defensive state when she heard a familiar voice. With her eyes now opened wide, she saw at the end of the bed her older brother Matteo, looking at her with worry.

"Are you hungry?"

***

Beatrix jumped in her sleep, surprising also their father.

"Bea, are you alright?" he asked, Beatrix bewildered as he looked at both men from left and right, her chest rising up and down as if in panic.

"Hey... did you have a bad dream?" Matteo asked, furrowing his brows together. "I thought you were having a good one. Then you spoke, saying you want something." Matteo cocked his head to the side. "Are you hungry? In your sleep?"

"E-excuse me," Beatrix said, standing up from her seat. "I need to pee."

"Oh, that’s what you meant," Matteo said, shrugging his shoulders at their father. "She just needed to pee."

She then rushed to the plane’s comfort room, shutting and locking the door immediately as if to catch a breath. But she did have the urge to pee.

What she didn’t expect however, was how wet her underwear was the moment she saw it when she sat down on the toilet...

’Damn... so much for a wet dream!’