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"But that was a long time ago, Lynn; we are not children anymore."

"What does that mean?" Lynn asked.

"It means what it means; we have grown up, especially you." Lincoln replied

Lynn smiled mischievously and said, "What a perversion, Link."

"Oh, I didn't mean you! You know. We both grew older." Lincoln quickly tried to correct himself but only heard chuckles from Lynn, who was trying to laugh softly so as not to wake anyone.

"Don't worry, Lincoln, I get what you mean."

Lincoln calmed down. "Well, it's just that since I got here, whenever I say or do something, you call me a pervert."

"You are fifteen years old, Lincoln. It is only natural that you are interested in the female body."

"But I am not particularly interested in you; you are my sisters."

Those words fell on Lynn like a bucket of cold water; that was right, they were siblings, and no matter what, they would always be siblings. The athlete's spirit fell to the ground. "Lincoln"

"What's up, Lynn?"

Lynn stared at her brother and asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

This question surprised the boy. "Well, you've always seemed like a nice girl to me." Lincoln replied.

"I didn't ask that. Tell me the truth. Do you think I'm pretty?"

"What is this question about? You don't really care what other people think unless it's about sports."

Lynn hung her head dejectedly and asked, "Is that how you see me? Is this the image you have of me when you can still see me? That tough, masculine girl who only lives to sweat and kick and throw and punch?"

Lincoln understood what he said and felt really insensitive. Having lived so much with his sisters, he should already know that no matter how rude, dark, or crazy a girl is, she will always want assurance that she can be beautiful. Lincoln got up from his seat and walked over to Lynn to give her a hug, which caused Lynn to blush, not Not only because of the affection and support Lincoln was giving her with that hug, but because he started to run his hands over her body, feeling her legs, hips, stomach, back, arms, neck, hair, and face. She understood what he was doing. The way blind people can appreciate a person and feel their likeness, when Lincoln finished examining Lynn, he parted with her.

"Lynn, you have soft, strong legs and well-functioning wide hips; your back and stomach are well toned but without losing your feminine form; your long hair is silky; your complexion and face are beautiful; you are a beautiful girl with a well-functioning body and with well-defined curves; of course you are beautiful."

The seventeen-year-old blushed when she heard her brother talking loudly about her body and giving her a description of every detail she hadn't noticed. "Thank you, Linky," Lynn thanked him.

"You're welcome, Lynn; that's what siblings are for."

Siblings—that word again. Lynn hated being reminded that she and Lincoln were siblings, but this time she wouldn't sit back. "You still haven't told me everything," said Lynn.

"What are you talking about?"

Lynn took Lincoln's hands and placed them on her breasts. "You miss that," she said, after pressing Lincoln's hands more against her breasts.

Lincoln felt those soft bumps on his hands and turned red. "Lynn! What are you doing?" Lincoln tried to break away, but Lynn was holding on.

"No." Lynn tightened her fist. "Tell me how you feel, and I'll let you go."

Lincoln had no choice but to obey: "They feel soft."

"And what else?" Lynn asked.

"And warm," Lincoln replied.

"And what about their size? Do you like the size?" Lynn's voice sounded increasingly angry and sad at the same time.

"Yeah yeah. I like them. You're pretty, Lynn. Please let me go."

Lynn took Lincoln's wrists with one hand and Lincoln's head with the other and brought them close to her, stealing a kiss. Lincoln was startled and tried to break away, but Lynn held him tight. Even though he got stronger with training with Alexa and exercising with Jean-Paul, his sister was still stronger than him. Lynn put her tongue in Lincoln's mouth. The white-haired boy felt the foreign viscosity invade his mouth and rubbed his tongue. The kiss deepened, causing a drop of saliva to slide down Lincoln's mouth. Lynn moved Lincoln's hand over one of her breasts. The girl had a lot of pent-up lust, and although she couldn't satisfy all of it at that moment, she could at least stop a little bit of that fire.

Lynn moved her lips and tongue to deepen the kiss, and Lincoln could not breathe. He tried to free his hands, but Lynn did not leave him. He also tried to separate his lips to be able to breathe, but Lynn did not allow it. The worst of it was that involuntary erections began to appear in Lincoln's pants, and as Lynn pushed him against the wall to subdue him, she placed the boy's hands on his head with her other hand now free and her other hand inside Lincoln's underwear, stimulating his dick. Lincoln let out a growl of pain at the sudden manner in which Lynn moved his manhood; Lynn confused it with sounds of pleasure, causing her to move her hand even faster.

Lincoln felt Lynn's teeth digging into his lips, her hand pressing against his wrists, and the painful rubbing that caused his dick pain, while Lynn rubbed her thigh against Lincoln's to give herself pleasure.

Despite the pain and burning in his limbs, Lincoln felt something was coming out.

Finally, without further ado, and between the pain of Lincoln squirting inside his boxers and into Lynn's hand at the same time he felt wetness in his leg as his sister masturbated against him, Lynn finally released him. In Lynn's hand, she thought of her brother's sticky liquid, and on the other hand, she started licking it.

"You know, my little brother is very rich."

Lincoln slid to the floor against the wall, breathing hard, and he had teeth marks around his mouth, his wrists red from Lynn's grasp, the zip of his pants unzipped, and his dick red and irritated outside.

"Let this be our little secret." Lynn said as she walked back.

Lincoln tried to get up, but his legs fell to his knees; his penis hurt so much; his mouth and wrists hurt; and he felt dirty and humiliated.

He changed into clean underwear and pants from among his clothes and staggered to the bathroom. As soon as he arrived, he walked to the bathroom, but again, his legs trembled, and he fell to his knees. This time, he started crying while he had some words in his mind.

"You are simplicity, indulgence, and obedience."

"No. No." Lincoln shook his head and began to cry.