Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne by Catharina Shields Page B

on Saturdays,
let alone Saturday evenings .
    So when she opened the door with that idea
in mind, she got the shock of her life. The first thing she spotted
was the tall silhouette of a man standing by the newel post of the
staircase.
    With a cry, she dropped the small stack of
photo albums as a dozen, or so, things flashed through her mind.
And they all had to do with defending herself from an intruder.
Unfortunately, the heavy albums dropped around her feet with one
album’s corner stabbing her instep.
    “ Ouch!” she cried and hopped on one
foot.
    “ Dionne!”
    Fortunately, the intruder turned out to be
her brother.
    The moment she heard his familiar, deep
voice, she knew it, but it didn’t ease her temper one iota! The
sting in her instep had a lot to do with her sudden bad
disposition, too.
    “ Aidan! You idiot!” she snapped
unfairly, but her heart was racing, and she was nearly out of
breath.
    “ What?!” she heard Aidan’s response.
He was taken aback by her brusque manner and that gruff word, and
she immediately regretted her reaction.
    “ I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized.
“You startled me.” She quickly dropped through knees and began
rubbing her instep.
    Damn! That hurt!
    “ Are you all right?” her brother asked
as he dropped through knees, too, while she was busy drawing in
sharp breaths through teeth while rubbing her bare
instep.
    “ I will be,” she got out with a pained
face. “Eventually.” Then she looked at his concerned face. “What
are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at your victory
party.”
    “ Yeah, I’m supposed to be,” he merely
said as he lowered his thick, long lashes, and began gathering the
fallen albums into a stack. “I didn’t mean to startle you,” he
apologized.
    “ Yeah, I know you didn’t,” she said,
briefly looking up with an apologetic smile. “But you did—” But
then she froze.
    Their faces were so close she could actually
feel his warm breath fan her face. With sudden clarity of mind, or
a mind still fogged with unrequited lust, she suddenly discovered
she couldn’t move. Strange, but despite that paralysis her body
came alive in a whole different way. It was sizzling.
    It was as if time stood still. All she could
do was stare into her beautiful brother’s compelling eyes; eyes
that seemed darker, more magnetic than she’s ever seen them.
    “ A-Aidan—” but the words stuck in her
throat and then vanished from her mind when she suddenly felt his
full, warm lips against hers, hushing her.
    Everything sane and rational inside her just
melted suddenly away. A blazing fire burst from the glowing ashes
of her simmering lust, and her protests were instantly silenced. A
heat inside her glowed brighter and brighter as the passionate
woman inside her sped to the fore, and her body reacted.
    Dionne felt her nipples tingle, then harden
almost painfully under her pajama top. She felt white-hot sparks
shoot down to that special, private place between her legs, and her
heated blood gathered between her moist nether lips, filling her
sensitive clit until it throbbed almost painfully. Her thighs
trembled as her growing need to spread for him was becoming
unbearable, and as her brother’s lips twisted over hers, her body
grew a mind of its own . . .
    Her hands released her foot, then rose and
cupped Aidan’s handsome face. Her lips moved, twisting across his,
kissing him with growing ardor as she slowly opened to this deeper
need for him that went beyond sister. Beyond brother. Beyond loving
siblings . . .
    But no matter how bold she was, her brother
proved to be a step ahead of her. His tongue caressed then slipped
between her surrendering lips, and he let her taste the sweetness
of his tongue as he gently encouraged hers to dance with his.
    Dionne purred long and softly. Oh god, her
brother’s tongue felt and tasted incredible. She told herself it
was just a kiss. She told herself nothing really bad was happening.
It was just a wonderful,