Free Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne by Catharina Shields Page B

is.
    And he was going to do everything to make
that happen.
    That fateful afternoon might have made
things a hell of a lot more complicated, though. It was the
afternoon when the most embarrassing episode of his life
occurred.
    Mom was busy cooking an elaborate rice table
dinner. It was a miniature rice table of spicy Indonesian dishes
that always made the whole house smell like home, but it also
opened a great opportunity for him to sneak up into Dionne’s attic
room, as he’d been doing for a few months, sight unseen, because
cooking such an elaborate dinner always kept Mom and the other kids
busy in the kitchen.
    With Dionne at her interview, and not due
home for at least two hours, and Mom in the kitchen teaching the
brood all about her Indonesian culture, he and Sharon, his
gorgeous, sexy, blonde girlfriend at the time, could sneak up into
Dionne’s room for some afternoon delight. They’d be done and
downstairs before anyone would know. It was foolproof!
    Or, so he thought.
    Dionne came home ahead of schedule. She
probably needed a nap before she had to head out to The Video
Paradise for work, and she wanted to catch a few z’s. Nobody was
more surprised to see her home early than he was. Well, except
maybe Sharon.
    He had put on one of Sharon’s favorite songs
to get her in the mood for some hot and heavy sex. It was from a
British boy band, Wham!, and it was one of their sexier songs,
entitled, Edge of Heaven. It was also one of Dionne’s CD’s. She
loved that group, but so did ninety-five percent of all the other
girls, although he doubted she liked that one, risqué song.
    He often wondered what she’d been thinking
about when she came up the attic stairs that afternoon, hearing
that particular song coming through her closed door. It was a very
sexy song about BDSM love. He was convinced Dionne had never
listened to it since she, apparently, liked the CD for the
bubblegum pop songs. That was just the kind of girl she was.
    Sharon, though, was a hell of a lot
naughtier.
    He was so giddy to have sex with his
girlfriend in his sister’s bed that he’d forgotten to lock the
door. He’d grown a penchant for having sex in Dionne’s bed because
he discovered he could close his eyes and pretend it was her he was
with.
    Dionne’s delicate scent was everywhere, and
although it wasn’t nice of him to do this to his girlfriends, it
was something he desperately needed since he couldn’t get the real
thing.
    Never, in his wildest dreams did he think
he’d be caught—especially not by his older sister. But it happened.
The music was too loud and he was too busy to hear her door open.
He was also too caught up in his fantasy to hear his sister’s
shocked gasp, and he certainly didn’t hear the thumping of the
apple that had fallen from her limp hand in shock when she spotted
them. On her bed.
    He knew the last thing Dionne expected to see when she swung
open her bedroom door, was a completely naked younger brother, on
her bed, doing the nasty with his hot blonde girlfriend!
    Neither the draft from the opened door
passing over their sweaty bodies, nor the sight of the forgotten
apple on the floor that had rolled close to the bed, was enough to
catch their attention. He and Sharon were too caught up and happily
humping on Dionne’s multi-colored quilt covers to even notice
they’d gained an audience of one.
    One reluctant audience of one with a
face pale as the moon.
    “ What the hell!?? ”
    A car honked and he jolted out of his
memory, bringing him back to the here and now. He snapped his head
around to see a large truck vroom by. “Jesus,” he muttered, then
shifted and pulled up, not feeling his usual competitive streak to
race that truck with his speedy CRX as he’d normally do.
    As he resumed the drive home, he slipped
back into his thoughts and recalled how he’d quickly snatched the
extra throw at the foot of Dionne’s bed over his and Sharon’s naked
bodies. And with a much too painful clarity of