Desiree had just stepped out of the shower when she came upon her beloved brother and Autumn making out against the wall. She froze, watching, feeling both aroused, jealous, and conflicted as she saw Warwick going at it. But she could tell that he was very different with her than he was with Autumn. His touches, kisses were nowhere near as tender.<br/><br/>"W..Warwick...?" she said softly, but loudly enough that he would hear her sweet voice behind him.