49

For half an hour, you can hear Lucy repeating in a cheerful tone the phrase "Lincoln".

It was a very hard day for our albino. So after taking a shower and declining the invitations of his sister's friends to stay at the party, the white-haired man went to the basement, ready for bed. Well, with Luan in the quotes sick," he didn't want to risk getting caught, and with the awkward thing between him and Leni and the kitchen with Lynn, he couldn't ask the youngest of the sisters to share the room, so he brought a sleeping bag. Interestingly, the cellar was not cold. Being in the same room as the water heater, it was nice and warm.

The boy was exhausted from afternoon exercise with Lynn and fixing that weird bird-watching girl's ankle. Cook snacks for Lori and Leni's party. Soup for Luan; help Lucy out of the vents. Not to mention what happened with Leni in her room.

This made him feel strange. He was about to have sex with his sister, something he had never thought of doing except when he had that "dream" with Lynn, but the strange thing was that in that dream and his intimate moment with Leni, they felt great.

Lincoln put his hand in his underwear and started massaging his dick while thinking of that fun moment he had with Leni, but this got mixed up with what happened in the kitchen with Lynn and the dream he had about her. Leni was very humble and full of spirit, but Lynn was tough and could do whatever she wanted with him. In order to be as brutal as she likes, he sends in those moments to Satan his words that we are siblings and this is wrong. The hormones had brought it down.

Suddenly, Lincoln heard someone come down. Lincoln pulled his hand out of his boxers and pretended to be asleep while the mysterious figure descended the gaudy stairs.

The mysterious visitor reached the bottom of the stairs and approached Lincoln. The boy couldn't hear his identity because the room was completely silent, but he could feel someone caressing his arm. It was a small hand, perhaps Lana's or Lola's, but a painful twinge pulled him out of his thoughts, and with a reflexive act, he sprang out of his sleeping bag and caught the intruder by the neck and squeezed it. That small neck and weight gave him a clue as to his identity. More when the mysterious person speaks.

"Lincoln. Lincoln. It's me. Lisha." The girl said this as she felt shortness of breath from her brother's fist.

Lincoln recognized the voice and released Lisa, who was coughing from lack of air. The girl was about to leave when she sensed hostility but was stopped by two arm muscles. Lincoln was hugging her.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Lincoln kisses Lisa on the cheek, making Lisa blush. "Are you alright?"

Lisa was very embarrassed by her brother's displays of affection, but at the same time, she loved them. It had been three years since she had any affectionate physical contact with any member of her family, but she had to stop even if she didn't want to.

Lisa regained her serious face. "Big Brother" When Lisa wanted to stare at Lincoln, he brought his face close to hers again to give her another kiss, making his lips join the lips of the little scientist this time.

They both stayed like this for a second until they separated. Both of them had completely red faces; an uncomfortable silence invaded them, so Lincoln decided to break the ice.

"Ahem… so…what…what did you come for, Liz?"

Lisa snapped in astonishment but didn't know what to say. "Ok I'm..."

Lincoln felt a constant sting in his arm. When he wanted to scratch it to relieve it, he felt something dangling from his arm very hard, and when he removed it, he could tell from the shape that it was a syringe. "Lisa, were you injecting me?"

Lisa quickly jumps on the defensive. "Not at all," she said, moving her hands in denial.

"So what is this syringe?"

"I…" Lisa put her index fingers together and looked down. "Take a sample of your blood."

This baffled Lincoln. "Why do you want it?"

Lisa raised her head and looked into Lincoln's face. "I want to cure your eyes."

Lincoln raised his blink in a puzzled expression, and Lisa took a deep breath and proceeded to explain to Lincoln.

"You see, since you left three years ago, I've been marginalized by our family. Since then, I've found a way to bring my meaning back."

"How long have you been doing this, Lisa?" Lincoln asked.

Lisa looked down again in shame and said, "Since you arrived. At this time, I wish I had healed you by now. I didn't count on your absence for three years."

Lincoln smiled, hugged his little sister, and kissed her head, which made Lisa blush. "Do you think you can do that?" Lincoln asked.

Lisa hesitated, sighed, and replied. "I guess. Birds and Mice can always be included by trial and error."

Lincoln smiled tenderly and extended his arms. One with a closed fist, the other with an open hand and the syringe in it. "Do it."

Lisa looked at Lincoln in astonishment. "Are you sure?"