AN: Sorry - really short chappy! I'll try to update tomorrow (technically later today) when I can! Promise :]

Disclaimer: Uhhh, yeah. Not the real owner. Woops!

November 20th 2004

Emmett whistled cheerfully as he took his hamper from his bedroom down into their laundry room. Renée had decided to go on some two-week cruise around the Caribbean (Phil having to spent ridiculous amounts of money for it), wanting to "get some sun before Christmas sets in" and evidently leaving the two siblings alone in the huge house as per usual. With his mother out of his hair, Emmett could relax again. Lately, she'd been more jittery than normal when their father was brought up in a conversation.

Poor Bella had even been yelled at when innocently suggesting that she and Emmett should buy Charlie a new fishing rod for Christmas. The nineteen-year-old had clenched his fists and ground his teeth to keep from jumping up and shouting at the woman he called mother. After all, she had made his Bella's eyes well up with tears.

Thankfully, with Renée gone, all the tension he'd been feeling just seemed to seep away. He'd even surprised his sister with his burst of happiness, asking her what chores he could do to help around the house more than he already did. Bella had put up a fight, saying he barely let her do anything as it was, but he managed to persuade her. A smirk settled on his lips as he grabbed the washing powder; she had always been helpless to his puppy dog eyes.

His entire being froze however when he glanced at the pile of washing Bella had thoughtfully gone ahead and brought from her room earlier that day. His eyes were fierce as he slowly reached into the mess of clothes and very lightly picked up a scrap of material with nimble fingers.

His other hand gripped the washing machine, so hard the metal almost bent, when he took intense notice of the slimy stain the article of clothing proudly showed off in the light.

A choking sound erupted from his throat, his breath gone as he frantically tried to suck down dry air and sticky salvia.

Very similarly, Bella made a noise quite like that when she walked past the door and happened to glance into the silent laundry room, only moments later. She flushed with mortification at the sight of Emmett's nose buried deep into the wet fabric of her lace-trimmed silky panties. His eyes were closed in (what she surely mistook as) ecstasy as he deeply inhaled the heady aroma from her raunchy dream the previous night. She had woken that morning to find her sheets tangled, her hair mussed, and her flower decidedly moist. She hadn't even remembered the dream all that well; just that it was rather provocative – but she decided right then that it didn't matter. All that did matter was that her brother was currently pressing the soaked undergarment to his face.

He obviously hadn't seen her in the doorway and she did not stay another second to see if he eventually would, rushing up to her bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind her.

Thoughts whirled in her head. Why was he doing that? Thank God she hadn't had a pre-school moment and accidentally pissed that set of panties. Oh shit, was he really doing that?

And with those thoughts came strange occurrences. Desire shot through her nether regions, her stomach curling in girlish delight, and her heart suddenly began beating out a samba against her ribcage. She tensed, eyes wide.

Was she… turned on by her brother smelling her natural aroma?

It was clear he knew what was covering the fabric – how could he not know? So surely there was some misunderstanding here.

And yet, her arousal heightened at the very prospect that just maybe it had been exactly what it looked like. It's not right, she told herself. Siblings shouldn't like each other like that. For some reason, her body didn't seem to care about this fact though.

She unintentionally groaned at the thought of Emmett smelling the exact area that aroma came from. Skin to skin contact, intimate and hot. His nose against her flower petals. Breathing in, sucking in… the odd lick here and there from his devilish tongue…

It's not like it will actually happen, she reassured herself, feeling her body become even more excited by the minute. There's no hurt in imagining it, right?

And this was the philosophy she settled down with as her fingers inched their way toward her jeans, undoing the button and tugging down the zipper. Her middle finger brushed her clit and she bit her lip, all the while appearing to not recall that her dear older brother was someone who took what he wanted, whether it was now or later when he did.