AN: Nothing new, just a few minor editing. Reviews and hits are a bit slow on this story, nevertheless I plan on continuing and possibly finish it.

“I’m sick of sleeping with all these spoiled, insipid Hollywood breed debutante.” I stopped my fingers from playing Pachelbel Canon as I look at the sudden and yet not totally unwelcome presence of my step brother. I actually took my time in reveling in his appealing, poised and confident appearance. Well who can blame me? Aiden Dennison inherited his all American looks, charm and sadly his whoring – I mean womanizing ways from an older version of himself, his pussy eating – what the heck is wrong with me today – I mean loving, caring but absentee father. His tan skin, lean body with the right amount of muscle so tempting that you can’t help yourself from scratching it in throes of passion (or so I was told… or was I? that’s another story for another time), and of course his tantalizing blue eyes (although now covered by his sunglasses which I would admit makes him look even more delicious and palatable) which had break a lot of hearts both from the female and yes, also the male population (that’s his dirty and not so little secret, this I know, since I am privy to all his conquest and late night rendezvous). I turned to look at him, fully turning away from the grand piano and giving him my undivided and bored attention. “Nothing shocks them anymore” He continued as he dropped a kiss in my forehead lingering a bit and then plopped his fuckable self in the sofa across me.

“Hi, I can fulfill your wildest dream. Call me.” I laugh as I listened to his poor lady like imitation of what I assume is some unsuspecting girl that had once again failed to resist the blue eyed distraction that is Aiden. My grin got a little bit wider when I saw him holding a tissue paper with I suppose is the number of the dream fulfiller and used it to clean the imaginary dust from his sunglasses. Ah there it was, hello pretty blue eyes.

“Well, I’m glad your having fun, God forbid, you should do it for the both of us.” I replied as I crossed my legs and lean my back in the piano, knowing full well that I’m giving him quite a show as I gently run my fingers in my barely covered legs exposed by the clingy Chanel dress I’m sporting. “I swear if Christine stayed here for another day, I’m going to drive myself crazy and just smash her head with my 5 inch stiletto, fuck the consequences, anything’s better than this whole Mary Poppins thing I kept doing just to please her and her respectable, constipated looking acquaintances.” I ended and completed my whiny tirade with an eyeroll that I had perfected since I was developing into a young lady.