"Should we go up, rattle the door handle, freak 'em out a bit?" she suggested. My sister can be very mean when she wants to be - but it's all in fun. Nonetheless it was too much for me.

"No way!" I shook my head firmly, cutting off the coming argument. "She might be nice and it's about time Dane got someone into his bed."

If only we knew...

"Yeah, okay." Sandy nodded, mock-pouting a little, and on an impulse I leaned over and kissed her generous lips. The look of surprise on her face certainly removed the pout and I tugged her hand, feeling an odd rolling in my...