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Lincoln put the syringe in his little sister's hand. "The truth is, not too much." This puzzled Lisa even more, so he proceeded to explain. "To be honest, losing my sight was the best thing that ever happened to me. Of course, it was scary at first; it caused me to be away from home for a long time. But thanks to that, I was able to meet new people. People who taught me more about life than I could have learned from our parents, Don't get me wrong. I love our parents, but I think I could never have had the paternal care I needed, but I found it in Pop Pop, and in others I found mentors who helped me overcome my disability, leave my weaknesses behind, and let my full potential flourish. I'm not that weak kid anymore. Now I'm a strong, active boy," said Lincoln, his biceps showing.

Lisa was surprised. She never imagined that her brother would find a good side to his accident, and even less that he would take so much advantage of it.

"But if by this you make our family forgive you, Do it. Just remember that, no matter what. No matter if my sight returns or not. I will always love you."

Lisa was moved. In three years, she had not received any expression of affection from her family except for Lily, but now her brother not only gave her that brotherly love that she had lost through her neglect but also the confidence to experiment on him again.

Lisa took the syringe and stuck the needle into Lincoln's arm, proceeded to draw blood, and then put a small bandage on it so it wouldn't bleed any more.

"Thank you, Lincoln."

"Welcome, little sis." Lincoln kisses Lisa's forehead for the last time that night and curls up in his sleeping bag to finally fall into a deep sleep.

In the midst of a gloomy forest inhabited by absolute silence and planted on unconsecrated land, a huge castle was erected, as cold and dark as it could be, the only light being the few torches that passed through it and the labyrinthine passages. The chandelier that hung from the ceilings was full of cobwebs, dirty with half-dead candles, and lit by the lightning of that mighty stormy night.

The wind was blowing, which made it look like an angry monster, and Lucy was on a brown porch in the middle of the storm without a care for the wind or the water.

"My love, come inside." A voice sounded like it belonged to a young man.

Lucy turns to the window, but this Lucy is different. She looked about fifteen years old, and her hips were noticeably larger than her breasts. "I'm coming, my love." The girl entered the room, which had a Victorian Gothic style. On the bed was a white-haired boy with a fringe covering his eyes and his hair reaching his waist. He was wearing black pants and no shirt, revealing his contoured torso and some scars.

Lucy was drenched in the rain, so she took off her dress, revealing her voluptuous figure. Lincoln walked over to her, hugged her, and gave her a tender kiss. They both smiled at each other and revealed large fangs.

Lincoln carries Lucy like a bride and gently lays her on the bed, caressing her stomach. "Tonight we will create a new life, baby."

Lucy spreads her legs. "I'm all yours."

The moment Lincoln places himself between Lucy's legs, he thrusts his thigh, causing Lucy to happily caress Lincoln's cheek. "I love you."

Lincoln suddenly smiled and screamed. "Goooool.... Goooool.... Goooool."

This disturbed Lucy, who woke up from her dream to discover that the alarm clock that was ringing was Lynn's football alarm. "Damn." Lucy throws a pillow over Lynn to wake her up because she can't hear anything with the earplugs.

The pillow hits Lynn directly in the face, which wakes her up.

"Ha? What? Who? When? Where?" Lynn said as she was puzzled, then saw her sister and deduced what had happened. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Shut down your infernal machine, or it'll be the next thing I shoot in your head." Lucy was annoyed.

Lynn looked at the clock on her alarm clock; it was eight in the morning. "I have a workout in an hour" . Lynn jumped out of bed and went to the door, but when she tried, it wouldn't move. "What the hell is wrong with that damn door?" It finally occurred to her to turn the key, and she finally left her room to get ready.

"In the end, that crazy woman left." Lucy relaxed as she started to feel a bit cold, lifted the sheets, and realized she was only wearing her sweater; she was naked from the waist down. She quickly gathered her legs and started looking for her skirt and pants, which were lying at the end of the bed. It seemed like the night she dreamed about her brother made her not realize that she had thrown off her lower garments in order to please herself. "Damn puberty." Lucy looked from side to side, put her hand to her buttocks, and bit her lower lip when suddenly Lincoln entered.

"Good morning, Lucy."

The boy entered with a tray in his hand, and Lucy quickly stopped touching herself.

"With the demons, Lincoln, why didn't you knock on the door before?" Lucy was angry and ashamed.

Lincoln laughed lightly and replied. "None of you knocked on my door when I lived here, remember? Also, I can't see. So it doesn't matter, does it?"

Lucy's anger passed, but she still felt embarrassed. Lincoln approached Lucy and laid the tray on her lap, and his fingers were unraveling Lucy's intimacy through the blanket as he pulled her out of the tray, which made the girl feel very happy, but when she saw her brother's face, she raised a lock of hair, and a look of annoyance spread across her face. Lincoln's face was covered in lipstick marks.

"What happened to you?" Lucy crossed her arms.

"Oh, are you talking about this?" Lincoln said, pointing to his face. "Lori and Leni's friends wanted to say good morning to me. They were probably too excited. Just saying hello was more than enough. Haha..."