Nikki leaned into the kiss even more, sucking on his tongue and slipping her tongue along his.  She got lost in his kisses, she always had.  His touches on her neck had her body break out in goosebumps.  As Andrew shifted his body, Nikki willingly went along, turning her body slightly so she lay on top of him, her legs parting slightly over one of his legs.<br/><br/>She was breathless when he broke the kiss and at his words, her heart fluttered.  She brushed kisses along his jaw before laying her head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling there briefly before lifting her head again.  "I love you too... so much.  We made it together... And I think we did a damn good job." She said, offering him a smile.<br/><br/>Nikki didn't want to go down memory lane, not tonight.  She didn't want to remember how they were practically forced into this relationship they had come to love.  Maybe she was wrong, but Nikki honestly believed if her parents hadn't died, she and Andrew would have never began this illicit affair.  She could not remember ever looking at her brother in a way that was remotely sexual while their parents were still alive.  And that first night of their death, their grief just happened to pour out into raw passion.  And though Nikki had tried to not go back to Andrew that way, it didn't work, and so here she was, 10 years later, still finding comfort in her brother's arms.