Chapter 1

"Damn that asshole!" I cried, tears streaming down my face, as I slammed doors throughout the house.

I continued cussing out my suddenly former boyfriend Paul, using every expletive I could think of and coming up with a few new ones!

"Dorean, what the hell is the matter? If you don't stop slamming doors, we're gonna have to repair some pictures before Mom and Dad get back from their Caribbean cruise. Will you please calm down and tell me what the hell Paul has done this time!" my twin brother, Donovan, demanded with much concern.

I looked at him and exclaimed, "I don't want to talk about that two-timing, low-down, snake-in-the-grass, male chauvinistic pig bastard, or my newly former best friend, Lisa the whoring, slutty cunt!" as I closed another door with my foot, this time actually breaking a picture.

"Whoa, what's all this about Lisa being a cunt, and when did she stop being your best friend? Weren't you two all chummy with each other on the phone this morning? You talked for what seemed like hours!" he probed, clearly confused at the turn of events following me into another room.

"Well, if you must know the sordid tale, I just found out from the two of them that they have been fucking each other. That explains why he wasn't interested in shagging with me! Apparently, I wasn't the 'Barbie doll' figure that he wanted. Instead, I have a real woman's body. He also couldn't handle the fact that my temper matched my red hair. I'm so mad I could spit nails!" I unleashed my Irish temper.

"Now, that would be a sight! Should I call the tabloids? Anyway, try not to break any more pictures, sis. If you ask me, Paul lost out big time, Dorean. I happen to like your figure. Your temper is also quite entertaining sometimes, as long as it's not directed at me," Donovan teased me.

"How could they do that to me? My own best friend since grade school and my boyfriend went behind my back! I thought he loved me. Instead, he just used me to get to her!" I asked with obvious pain in my eyes.

Donovan pulled me to himself and I laid my head on his chest, sobbing on his shirt.

"Why do I always seem to fuck things up with my attitude? Sometimes being Irish can hurt!"

"What do you mean, 'being Irish can hurt'? I kinda like that we're Irish," he retorted as he stroked my long red hair.

"No one can handle my temper! No one understands me!" I hiccuped.

"That's not true! I have dealt with your temper. I understand you better than anyone else!"

"Yeah, but that's because we're twins! That doesn't help me in the love department. I want to get married someday. If I keep chasing off guys, I'll never become a wife and mother!" I pulled back to look him in the eyes. He held onto my hand to comfort me.

"There are plenty of men who would marry you. I would in a heartbeat!" Donovan reassured me.

"Once again, there is the fact that we're twins! Society doesn't approve of that kind of relationship," I replied.

"Well, I don't agree with society's rules!" he retorted.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that you don't agree with the taboo against incest?" I asked him in disbelief.

"What's wrong with sex with someone that you love? Does being related somehow make it bad or evil?" he insisted.

"I didn't say that I was against it. I'm just surprised that you feel that way. We never discussed this matter before. Are you saying that you have feelings for me, or am I misunderstanding you?" I interrogated him.

"We never talked about it, because you've been wrapped up in Paul for a year now. There was always someone else in the picture instead of me. Is it so hard to believe that I care for you? We are twins. We have been raised together. Hell, we even took baths together until we were around five! Why else do I seem even more protective than most brothers?" my brother observed.

I began to see Donovan in a new light. It got me to thinking about how much I really cared about my twin. It was more than what society would condone. My infatuation with Paul and others before him blinded me to my true love for my brother. Why had I not seen his passion for me in the past? Now that I thought about it, all of the signs were there. He comforted me as a lover would, instead of merely as a brother. The way that Donovan looked at me, when he thought I didn't notice, was a hint that I failed to take.

"Are you saying that you want to be intimate with me? I've always been closer to you than I have with anyone else. You understand me more than others do, including Mom and Dad. I just always chalked it up to us being twins. I realize now that it was more than that. Hell, even when I got scared at night, I turned to you instead of Mom and Dad," I admitted.

"Hell, yes, I want to be intimate with you! I thought I had made that obvious by now! Why else do you think I have only had a few flings instead of a lot of girlfriends? I've been waiting for you to stop wasting your time with losers like Paul! Did you think that it was an accident that one of my flings resembled you so much?" Donovan shot back.

"Until today, I'd have gotten mad at you for calling Paul a loser, but right now, I'd have to agree with you a hundred and ten percent! I just figured you for more of a Casanova, playboy type, you know: a stud. I didn't think that you wanted a serious relationship. I guess I didn't want to admit how deeply I love you," I confessed.

"Sis, have my ears fooled me, or did you just admit to being in love with me? By the way, with those girls that I fucked, I had to picture you in my bed instead of them. It was never about romance with them. It was just a physical thing," my brother answered me sincerely.

"Yes, you big lug, I love you! Are you happy now? Do you mind returning the favor?" I taunted him.

"Now, was admitting that so hard? Of course, I love you! If you want it spelled out in black and white, there it is!" he returned my teasing.

"Yes, it was! In addition, if I have to admit my love in so many words, then so do you! It's only fair!" I needled him.

"There you are, sis, being feisty again! You know what you really need to help you with your temper?"

"No, what?"

"You need to be turned over my knee for an old-fashioned, bare-bottom spanking! If you ask me, your exes had the wrong approach. You don't run away from a redhead. You just stand up to her!" he winked at me.

"You wouldn't dare!" I said, covering my ass and backing away.

"Just try me, sis, just try me! You never know, you might just turn out to like it!" he grinned at me.

"Yeah, right!" I replied, sticking my tongue out at him and high-tailing it out of there.

He ran after me, picked me up, and slung me over his shoulder, carrying me to his bedroom. I attempted to struggle and hit him on the butt with my fists, which only resulted in him tightening his hold on me and a loud smack across my ass. At this point, I got rather wet at the thought of him being my first. I started to think that the summer would turn out fine. It was a good thing that Mom and Dad would be away for at least a month. They also mentioned that they might extend their vacation if everything went well.

"Little sis, I want you to strip for me now, " Donovan urged me, while he sat me down inside the bedroom and locked the door.

"I am not your little sister! You may be bigger, but I'm fifteen minutes older. You know I hate being called 'little sis', Donovan!" I stuck my tongue out yet again as part of this little game we now played.

"You're my little sister, Dorean, so face it!" he picked on me.

"I AM NOT YOUR 'LITTLE' SISTER'!" I said, stomping my foot.

Donovan grabbed me, pulled me toward himself, and hiked up my skirt. That was when he noticed my thong and the absence of any pubic hair.

"Dorean Riona McKensie! Since when you do shave your pussy? I thought that you were a virgin, waiting until graduation to have sex," he expressed surprise.

"You know how much I hate my middle name, Donovan Riordan McKensie! Anyway, do you like it? Anyway, what does shaving my pussy have to do with my virginity? This was something I was gonna show someone else, but not anymore," I replied impishly.