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  “Are you okay?” Danie asked worriedly.

  Brow furrowing, William decides to focus on what next, even as her hand on his cock continues to work away at him the entire time.

  It was a little strange, holding such an important conversation while getting jacked off, but also… not entirely unappreciated, he had to admit.

  As his sister’s hand moved up and down, William tried to focus on the matter at hand.

  No. Not her hand. Not literally, at least.

  He cleared his throat and began to speak, trying his best to maintain a serious demeanor.

  “Dan, what is my name?”

  Danie looks at him with a peculiar gaze, and her hand stops.

  “Are you unwell?” she asked and brought her two hands to cup his face caressing his cheek worriedly.

  “You’re not hot, so you don’t have a fever. Did you hit your head or something? You’re acting weird?”

  “I am William, William Grant, your brother,”

  William ignored Danie and said, looking straight at her eyes.

  He could see her reflection on her beautiful, but worried eyes.

  “Of course,” Danie said softly, “You’re always my brother, Will.”

  William stared at her, looking for anything, for something that would pull him out of this strange dream, or insanity, or whatever it was, but the only thing he could find was adoration. Love.

  When he looked at her, there was something in the way she was looking back at him that burned at the edges of his soul.

  Her eyes were bright and filled with so much love, it was almost overwhelming.

  “...!!”

  Then, his body moved.

  He couldn't resist her any longer.

  Like a moth drawn to a fme, he took her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss. He could taste the sweetness of her lips, feel the warmth of her body pressed against his.

  Danie’s eyes widened, and William could see the astonishment registering in her eyes.

  Though he pulled apart a second after.

  Scared of waking up in a dream- A sp on his face would have been natural.

  What he did was impulsive.

  Did a stupid thing, drunk in a strange mood.

  Confusion fueling his lust.

  However, his worries were useless.

  Danie’s eyes regained their luster and suddenly, with a long moan sipping through her gorgeous lips, she threw her arms around him and gave him a long kiss. Far hungrier, more fervent than his.

  This time, it was William’s turn to be surprised.

  But as if a switch inside her was flipped on, Danie was unstoppable, pinning him on the bed. In the end, he was led by her, and he returned her kiss, full lips working against her insistent mouth.

  In that moment, nothing else mattered.

  Not the fact they were siblings, not even the fact that everything around him felt so strange, so familiar yet so foreign.

  All that mattered was this intense, raw connection between them.

  It was like a fire had been ignited between them- a fire that had been burning for years and was finally being unleashed.

  Danie was kissing him with hungry passion, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss.

  They were lost in each other, their bodies pressed together as they explored each other's mouths with a hunger that had been building for far too long.

  Her hand pressed at the back of his head as if afraid of him escaping, the other trailing on his chest, caressing through his shirt.

  The kiss deepened as their tongues caressed one another so erotically- flicking and slurping, lips smacking with hunger, while their bodies pressed together with their heartbeats beating in unison.

  Danie was surprisingly unskilled, but she made it out with her fiery passion, her lips almost as if trying to devour his, and her tongue licking every corner of his mouth, she could. Neither of them breathed during the whole wonderful thing.

  It was that fact that ended the kiss.

  They had to breathe, and they broke apart gasping for air.

  As they pulled away, breathless and dizzy with desire, William looked into his sister’s eyes and saw nothing but love and acceptance.

  No guilt, nor shame for what they have done.

  And the anxiety boring in his heart was swept away like a wave washing through the sand.

  He knew that what they had done was something they should not.

  But at that moment, it didn't matter.

  They had finally given in to their feelings and it felt right.

  …

  At first, she had braced herself to be hated.

  To be thrown out of the room and scolded.

  She had never expected he would wake up in the middle of the night.

  He never did.

  She knows the effect of the drug she had slipped into his milk- a drug that would put him into a sound sleep until morning.

  This was a secret she had been hiding for almost four years.

  A secret she can never allow anyone to know.

  She thought tonight would be the same as usual.

  She would satisfy him with her mouth and hands, and once finished, she would quietly leave and act as if nothing happened tomorrow.

  However, contrary to her expectations, he woke up.

  Her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

  Panicking but still, she tried to act indifferently.

  “Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” she said, enduring the wildly beating of her heart and trying to sound normal in fear of making him panic and scream.

  “You know, that’s not the problem here,”

  But contrary to her expectations, he didn’t rage.

  He didn’t scream or jump away in fear.

  He looked at her, straight, and said in a bewildered voice, but with a hint of sarcasm.

  Without missing a beat, she asked, “Do you like it?”

  Her heart skipped a beat.

  When she said that, she almost punched herself.

  What the hell did she say?

  Her mouth moved without reason, without a thought and she expected him to be grossed out.

  “I…I was passing by… and you’re door’s wide open…I was about to close it. But then, I found you sleeping so peacefully, with ‘this’ standing. It looked enticing, so I couldn’t help it. It’s not mine, but your fault, Will. You should have locked your door, or covered yourself properly, you know you have five women living in this house with you,”

  In a panic, she tried to reason, to give an excuse, which even she knows sounds incredibly absurd.

  What the hell is she doing?

  Putting the bme instead on him?

  And how the hell is that even his fault…?!

  But she can’t back down now.

  The sound of her wildly beating heart echoed in her ears like thunder, easily dulling her thoughts and she was saying all the things she truly felt ridiculous herself.

  “I … I can stop if you want to,”

  She was about to run away.

  “… It’s fine. You can keep going.”

  Her world stopped.

  She looked at her brother, not knowing if she heard it correctly.

  She was about to ask if what he said was what she heard.

  But then, what if he got annoyed?

  “...did you like it?”

  “...yes,” he replied softly.

  Aaaahhhh!!!

  She was screaming in her mind- the happiness she was feeling right now was too much it was about to make her lose her mind.

  But she heard that correctly!

  She had her ears wide open, there’s no way she was hallucinating!

  She was both terrified and aroused at the same time.

  Is this really happening?!

  Did he perhaps like what I was doing?

  Am I giving him pleasure?!

  Suddenly, she recalled what Eliza told her before.

  She pulled her hand and did something unthinkable- she spat on her hand, thering her palm with her spit before resuming jerking her brother’s cock.

  “I heard it’s better if I do this,” she said. “…Eliza said that it would hurt if I rubbed your penis with a dry palm,

  She wanted to give him more pleasure, and she’d do anything to do it.

  At least, give him enough pleasure so that he would not hate her for what she had done.

  When she heard his moans, she knew she was doing good.

  And she’s getting excited.

  “It seems you like it,”

  “It’s good…” he grunted. “Eliza?”

  “Hm, she seems to do this often with his boyfriend,”

  Recalling how that bitch always boasts about her boyfriend, and what they do, irritates her to no end.

  But knowing that those boasting did her good, at least, some of them were good advice, she decided she would treat her tomorrow.

  William continued grunting and moaning from her hand. And she’s getting addicted to this. Far different from when he’s asleep. Although he would still respond, but not as good as this. And knowing that he is awake, and knows that she was the one making him feel good, makes this even better.

  “... Dan, what year is it? And, what month? Day?”

  Suddenly, he started asking questions.

  Bizarre questions.

  “Why are you asking that?” bewildered, and somehow a little bit worried, she asked.

  There was something strange about her brother… at least, unnatural enough that he was not making a fuss about, all of this… but she felt something amiss, with his expression, his eyes, the way he regarded her, his voice…

  “Will…are you okay? Are you feeling sick?”

  “You’re the one who’s sick,”

  William rolled his eyes and snarled at her.

  “You’re the one jerking your brother, so you’re the one who’s sick,”

  And though, usually, she would have flinched if ever he gave her that annoyed look, not this time.

  Daniel suddenly felt, her brother looked very cute. It almost made her swoon in affection.

  “.…February 22, 2222. Why are you asking?” chuckling, she decided to answer.

  “Dan, what is my name?”

  “Are you really sick? You’re not hot, so you don’t have a fever. Did you hit your head or something?… You’re acting weird?”

  Now, Danie was getting worried about him.

  “I am William, William Grant, your brother…?”

  William ignored her and said, looking straight at her eyes.

  “Of course,” Danie said softly, “You are my brother… always will be, Will.”

  She said, wanting to reassure him.

  William paused for a moment, staring right at her.

  Danie was getting worried.

  Perhaps, what she was doing right now had shocked him so much that he was losing it.

  Danie could feel her guilt and shame, and worry, anxiety for the consequences of her terrible actions, creeping up her spine.

  Did I break him?

  She bit her lip and grabbed the bnket, wanting to cover her brother and tuck him into the bed, and made her exit… hoping that tomorrow he would somehow manage to forget this, or maybe, he would just think of this as a dream.

  “Will, I…”

  But just as she was about to cover his body with the soft bnket, suddenly her eyes widened in shock as William suddenly kissed her.

  In the lips.

  She almost doubts reality.

  But instinct kicked in.

  All worries and guilt disappeared like smoke and were repced by a surging wave of passion, from her toes to her head, clouding her mind.

  Whether this is real or not, is not important.

  Not anymore.

  Fuck it!

  She is not going to miss this opportunity.

  When he pulled back and looked at her worriedly, like a kid that had done something bad, Danie could not let him go just like that.

  ‘You can't get me excited and just leave!’

  Danie pushed him down and climbed on top of his body, stealing his lips. This time, it was William’s turn to be surprised.

  He breathes in sharply through his nose, too surprised to respond as her hand on his face goes from a caress to a firmer hold, keeping him where she wants him.

  His lips are as soft as she remembers them being, Danie moaned, enjoying the feeling of his skin in her own.

  William pulls back, his mind spinning.

  His retreat, even if only an inch, seems to challenge her instead.

  One of her hands nds on his shoulder, clenching in to hold him in pce as she pushes her body fully against his own and snts her lips over his.

  With her other hand sliding into his hair, her kiss is firm, leaving him no room to back away. Soon, William was possessed by the demon of passion, feeling himself melt into her hold.

  Danie immediately took advantage of this momentary show of weakness, sucking on his bottom lip.

  She deepens the kiss, meeting him stroke for stroke.

  Everything else fades away except the sensation of his mouth on hers.

  When he started to respond and reciprocate her feelings, Danie was almost dancing in joy. Her body shivered as if all her nerves were being electrocuted.

  When they part, he’s as out of breath as she is, which pleases her.

  More used to the sensation, she dots kisses across his jaw. Her hand moves to make room for her mouth, her fingers sliding into his hair.

  “~Da, Dan~”

  “Don’t fight this, Will, please…”

  She leaned over him, her arms braced on either side of his body, and licked the tip of his nose, again, so that he wriggled deliciously underneath her.

  “Trust me,” she said, and there was quiet, calcuted reproof in her voice.

  “I will bring you only pleasure, I swear it.”

  “...But, but Dan… you, I…”

  William looks at his sister, still feeling hesitant.

  Though, he wanted to do more, to go far, deeper into this taboo, a part of him still could not cross the bridge of morality so easily.

  But Danie has none of that doubt.

  She caught his chin, forcing him to meet her eye.

  “Do you believe that I will not hurt you, Will?”

  He nodded, not doubting it.

  “And do you believe that there is no shame in what is about to happen?"

  "... ..."

  "...None for you and none for me?”

  William opened his mouth, but then closed it…

  “Dan, we’re siblings.”

  “And, I don’t see any problem with that?”

  The way she confidently said that somehow shook his will, and he too started to doubt his conviction, his sense of morality…

  There could be none.

  He thought.

  If I choose for it to be none…

  But how could she sound so convincing, I almost believed there was no problem at all, with the way she said it.

  “Then… will you still be my sister, even after this?”

  “I will always be your sister, Will,” she said and pnted a soft, gentle, affectionate kiss on his lips.

  Unlike the eager, hungry kiss a while ago, this shook William’s conviction more.

  She kissed his ear softly, her lips moving over it like a feather, "Of course, if you'd like me to stop, please say," she whispered. “I would never do anything that would make you hate me.”

  William had to groan because the feeling was so powerful.

  However, his ck of response had already said it all.

  Danie smiled meaningfully before the tip of her tongue explored his face, moistening his eyelids, and his cheeks, tantalizing, sweetly pyful at the corners of his mouth, nuzzling into the deep cleft of his chin, and eliminating any doubt in his mind.