Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne by Catharina Shields Page B

gathering her drying tresses high at the back of her head.
The image of her looking back in the mirror, faded, as her thoughts
floated away.
    Although she knew they weren’t blood related
since she was already five when he arrived, she also knew they were
raised as family. No matter how many times she’d sexually
fantasized about him when she masturbated, which always guaranteed
the most powerful orgasms she’d ever known, she needed to remember
that all-important detail. Her desires could never go beyond secret
fantasies.
    Desires. Yes. Unbeknownst to Mom and Dad,
and the rest of the civilized world, she was a powerfully
passionate, sexual creature. She had aching desires just like every
other red-blooded American girl. Of course, she’d die if anyone
ever found out, but it was, nevertheless, the truth.
    There was a time she suffered frightening
fantasies that her family would discover she wasn’t that modest
girl they all believed she was. In her heart and soul, though, lay
hidden a fiery vixen who only showed herself when she was alone in
her bath, or bed, or wherever the mood hit her—provided she was
alone.
    Speaking of fantasies . . . at the moment,
she just couldn’t stop her body from tingling. Even her intense
pondering about this crazy situation did little to extinguish the
fires burning inside her the moment she thought about Aidan, and
they’ll only get worse now she’s seen him completely naked that
morning.
    Jeezus! He was amazing. He was absolutely
beautiful.
    Then again, she thought to herself, her body
already began betraying her ever since she stalked down to his
basement room after he’d been such an ass toward Helmut. Although
he wasn’t completely naked then, it was clear he was on the verge
of getting there. She recalled feeling that naughty sex-kitten
inside rise and purr in anticipation.
    It happened after Dad finally sent Aidan to
his room just to give Helmut a moment’s reprieve from his constant
verbal attacks. Aidan was particularly grumpy that evening.
    Once down there, though, he was probably in
the middle of undressing because he’d just pulled off his t-shirt,
thinking it was a good idea to make it an early night.
    Infuriated by his bad behavior toward
her boyfriend while she’d been nothing but polite and cordial to
his many, many girlfriends
over the years, she made the mistake of following him down just to
give him a piece of her mind.
    But she was the one who ultimately got
burned, because when she stepped down the stairs into his basement
room, Aidan had already come to stand by his bed and was busy with
undressing. She was plenty upset to give him a verbal boxing around
his ears, but nothing really came of it.
    First thing that filtered through her red
haze was that Aidan was the epitome of young, virile male. She had
been able to hurl a few angry words his way, but that was about it,
because she soon realized, not only did he stand there about to get
ready for bed, but his loose-fit, black Levis were a little
distorted.
    There was a distinct bulge behind the
zipper.
    For a few unnerving moments, she just stared
at that spot while her rather slow brain digested it all. When it
finally did, she felt her face burn beacon-red, and like the coward
she was, she promptly rushed out of his sight.
    Even with her CNA and LVN nursing
credentials, she was still shocked to see
her younger brother in that state of arousal. Memories of that
moment, something that had happened just a few months back, made
her face heat again.
    An image slowly appeared through the fog of
her troubled thoughts before it cleared, and she found herself
staring at her reflection in the full length mirror. To her utmost
shock, she realized her nipples were hard and poking against the
flimsy material of her top.
    “ Enough!” she said angrily. She
snapped away from the mirror with flushed cheeks. She really needed
to get her mind off her brother el
pronto . She needed to preoccupy her mind with
something other