There are no underage sexual relationships in this story; all sexual relationships and feelings are for people 18 or older.
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My brother Aiden and I have a problem; I'm LuAnn Altman. I'll summarize how we got to where we are, and who the characters in my life's drama are, but if you want all the gory background details you'll have to read "Asperger's Is No Drawback," in the Loving Wives Section, published May 20, 2014, byline Aiden. As the more perceptive of you might already have figured out, I wrote the original story as told to me by Aiden; while he's mathematically gifted, because of his Asperger's he has real trouble writing and expressing his feelings, but I drew him out when getting him to relate his version of events and emotions to me.
I'm flattered that Aiden thinks that I'm the most beautiful woman, inside and out, that he's ever seen. I will admit that being half Dutch, half Vietnamese – which is often the case of children of mixed Caucasian and Asian descent – I'm pretty good looking, but I think that only Aiden, because he is blinded by his love for me, thinks that I'm exceptionally beautiful and sexy.
Aiden, on the other hand, gave the impression in his story that he is basically a large blob of protoplasm. Nothing could be further than the truth. While he definitely is all of 6 feet 5 inches, 280 pounds of almost pure muscle, he is also very good looking. In my opinion he would be an action movie star, better, more handsome, and more believable than Arnold Schwarzenegger or Liam Nesson, but for his Asperger's. Aiden's shock of silky long blond hair, baby face, and dimples, can soften the hardest of hearts or attitudes. I've never met a female who didn't like Aiden on one level or another.
I have always felt a deep, primal, connection to Aiden my entire conscious life. My first memory of childhood – I could not have been more than a year old – was of toddler Aiden performing kind acts for me. Maybe just like a baby duckling imprinting on its mother – or some other animal – I believe that I imprinted on Aiden. My adoptive mother (I have never had even the slightest desire to find my birth mother) Beatrice, one of the country's experts on cognitive development, recognized that when I was young and was aware of what that could mean when we got older, considering that we were both adopted and our parents were always up front about that with us since we were toddlers. Therefore she subtly counseled me all through my years at home – and even when I left for Cal Tech Engineering School at the ripe old age of seventeen – regarding suppression of my feelings toward Aiden.
I don't know if my mother ever talked with my father, Jacob, about my "imprinted" fixation on Aiden. While my father is a legitimate genius at engineering and business, he isn't perceptive when it comes to people, relying on my mother's judgment for that. The only way he would have any clue about my fascination with Aiden would be if my Mom told him.
My father and I not only work together in ZYX Corporation (as CEO he's the ultimate boss in the company), the largest developer and manufacturer of proximity detectors and related hi-tech equipment in the U. S., but our engineering minds are very similar. However, regardless of how he deals with me in business – whether we agree or disagree, and argue or concur – outside the office I'm always his "little girl." I have known since I was a toddler that I could manipulate him any way I chose to. I'm the apple of his eye. I only do manipulate him on rare occasions, however, sometimes to the laughing disgust of my Mom.
Aiden's Asperger's is not severe, mostly because our Mom is an expert in cognitive development and worked with Aiden from the time that he was little to socialize him. However, it is real. Therefore, he never sensed the way that I felt about him. He knew that I loved him as a brother, and his love for and devotion to me knows no bounds, but he has always been blissfully unaware that I have always been painfully sexually attracted to him.
I came to grips with my real feelings for Aiden the day that he almost killed the opposing wrestler his sophomore and my junior (even though I'm a year younger than Aiden I skipped several grades and was ahead of him in school) year in High School because the guy insulted me and made me cry. I no longer could deny the feelings that my Mother had so skillfully tried to get me to suppress up until then. I was romantically, sexually, passionately, in love with Aiden. However, although I admitted the truth to myself, I never acted upon it for many reasons, primarily because I thought that it might adversely affect Aiden and certainly would make my parents distraught – and that is the LAST thing I wanted to do to those two loving people.
I believe that the hardest day of my life was the day that Aiden married that uber-bitch Jennifer Brighton. I set up a "gold-digger" test that I was sure that she would fail, but somehow she didn't. While I gave numerous subtle hints to Aiden about her undesirability as a wife, they were too indirect for his Asperger's brain to absorb, and I didn't want to be vocally against the relationship for many reasons.
I knew that Aiden didn't have a chance once Jennifer passed the "gold-digger" test. Regardless of what I think of her as a person I have to admit that she has more sexuality in her little finger than a dozen normal women have collectively in their entire bodies. The bitch is simply sex-on-wheels; I don't know how any heterosexual guy could resist her once she got her claws into him. Certainly Aiden couldn't.
One of the saddest days of my life was the day that Jennifer and Aiden got married. I pretended to be happy, and I think that I was successful in giving everyone – except my Mom, who knew the truth – that impression. Certainly Aiden never saw the tightness in my back muscles, or witnessed my shallow "pant-blow" breathing when I was a bridesmaid during the ceremony. Everyone except for Mom misinterpreted my tears of agony to be tears of joy.
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During the first three years of the Aiden-Jennifer marriage they both seemed to be happy, and I – feared more than hoped – that it might work out. I had always dated frequently since I was sixteen, although I didn't have any real long-standing relationships, and lost my virginity at eighteen. However, during the first years of Aiden's marriage I started to date more in general, and more particularly fuck much more than the first twenty two years of my life. While I certainly had my share of good sexual experiences, and got tons of positive feedback from my partners, I never came close to feeling fulfilled.
When shortly after his third anniversary Aiden came to me with evidence of Jennifer's cheating (when she thought that his trust fund had come-in), I knew that I had my chance to break her spell over him. It wasn't just because I loved Aiden that I wanted him out of her clutches – because even then I didn't think that I would ever act on my love for Aiden. However, I knew that it was best for Aiden to get her out of his life because eventually she would make him miserable. The fact that the slimy gold-digger would cheat on someone like Aiden, with the looks of Adonis and the sensitivity of Gandhi, made me furious.
I was so pleased that the "sting" that I masterminded destroyed any love that Aiden had for Jennifer, and it was truly a happy day for me when they divorced and Aiden came out of it financially unscathed. However my euphoria didn't last long because they continued to fuck two or three nights a week even after the divorce.
When Aiden and Jennifer sold their house and I talked Aiden into coming to live with me in my three bedroom house I thought that I would fairly easily be able to work on Aiden so that he would realize that he needed to give her up completely to be truly happy. It turned out to be difficult both because subtle manipulation or suggestion had no effect on Aiden because of his Asperger's, and because apparently Jennifer was a fantastic fuck, hard for any red-blooded male to give up.
When Aiden went into a funk – if not despair – starting a few days before what would have been his fourth wedding anniversary to the Siren, I knew that I had to take drastic steps otherwise Aiden might become clinically depressed. I couldn't let that happen. It was then that I convinced myself that the only way out of it was to seduce Aiden.
I'm sure that I was thinking about my own happiness as much as Aiden's when I came to the decision that I was going to establish a physical loving relationship with Aiden to complement the emotional loving relationship that we already had. I persuaded myself that even if it didn't work out that he and I could return to the emotionally rich relationship that we had enjoyed for all of our lives. I knew that there was some risk, but when I saw the normally jovial upbeat Aiden that I had always known listless on what would have been the date of his fourth anniversary, I had to take the chance.
