The Alastair twins are a scientific impossibility. To parents who’ve tried every way to have a child, their male and female identical twins are a miracle.
Isolated in their island castle, the Alastair twins Alain and Alina turn to each other for friendship and love. But when their love shifts from fraternal to frighteningly deep, they’ll each dance with their lust in their own way.
A dark fantasy of forbidden longings and midnight pledges, spoken to be broken or kept. How can these phenomenal twins possibly unleash their innermost desires? The answer will shock you.
At nine in the evening, the elements broke their siege of the island castle. As Alain hurried to his room, lightning sheared off tips of inky clouds. The first fat raindrops splattered the windows. During dinner, the clatter of the storm hindered conversation. As soon as Father folded his napkin, signaling the meal was over, he excused himself.
Upstairs in his room, he stripped and showered. Naked in a nest of pillows and a down comforter, he watched heaven’s light show from his bed. Thunder galloped like a cavalry charge in the dark. The war raging outside echoed the desire sizzling in him. His hand closed, stroking the unbearable . Damn, how he wished Mary were naked in bed with him. He’d thought of nothing else all day.
The old, oaken door creaked open. Like a ghost, Alina skimmed the bare wood floor. He pulled the covers over a throbbing erection.
“I’m scared.” Her hair and her white gown blended into one long, flowing garment. She always came to his room when the storms raged. He’d thought she was still away. Rather than Mary, his sister slipped into his bed.
Seeing his Lina always made him happy. Another volley of rain hammered the windows. Lightning speared the ocean, thunder rocketing behind. She squeaked and wriggled close against him.
“Don’t be afraid.” He flipped on his side to hide his erection. “It’s only a storm.”
“Don’t turn away. Hold me.” She cuddled tight to his back. “I can’t bear the storms. They hurt. I feel like I’m going to die when it storms.”
“Nonsense. The Keep has weathered centuries of storms. She just grins and bears it.” The static energy crackling in the air coursed through him. If he took her in his arms….
His Lina was frightened and trembling. “Hold me. Please hold me.”
He turned, slid his arms around her waist, but tilted his hips back. He didn’t want her to feel his erection. Poor love, she was shaking, and he could no more resist holding her than he could stop breathing.
Emotion and a barrage of sensations stormed through him. He stroked her back, his fingers tangling in her silky hair.
Kissing your brother isn’t like kissing a boyfriend.
Lightning flashed in the window. Brilliance flooded the room. Alina yelped, wrapped her arms around his neck and her leg around his hips, tying them in a lover’s knot. Small, firm breasts flattened on his chest. Locked together, she could feel how hard he was.
Her fingers drifted like butterfly kisses down his side. “You’re naked.”
“God, Lina, don’t do this to me,” he moaned.
“Do what?” she breathed against his cheek. He stabbed her stomach with his aching shaft. “Oh, that.” She pushed back in his ; her gaze sultry. Instead of inching away, she moved into him, trapping his shaft between them.
He licked his lips, biting the lower one. Mirror-image, his Lina caught her lip between her teeth. Her gaze heated his blood to boiling. Breathing slowly and deeply, he stared into her eyes and fought overwhelming urges. “I want ….” he whispered at last.
She stroked his hair, stoking desire. “Maybe we’re meant to be together….” Her husky voice came in an almost whisper.
“Kiss you,” he finished. He brushed his lips against hers. Her shiver echoed deep inside him. His arms tightened; their bodies melting into one. His swollen shaft jerked against her belly as his mouth closed over hers. She tasted of minty toothpaste and smelled like the rose soap from her shower.
He plunged his tongue into her. She met his thrusts with equal passion. Their love was greater than guilt or shame. “Make love to me, Lina.”
“No,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
His mouth opened over hers, kissing her long and hard. Her heel tapped his ass, urging him to rub his engorged cock on her belly. Convulsions of need trembled through him, his hips pumping with a will of their own.
Their bodies found a natural rhythm. She crushed him to her, rocking her pelvis. “Alain. Alain,” she moaned.
“Oh,” he groaned. The explosion left him gasping and clinging to her.
She caressed his butt, kissed his hair, whispered against his ear. “My love.”