A pleasant smell filled my lungs, it was the smell of someone, a person. Soft, comforting, and yet difficult to classify; having so many sisters has taught me that skin produces the kind of scent that you can't generalize to just one kind.

I slept so pleasantly that I forgot what the dream I had was about, not that it mattered much to me, the last time I remembered one of my dreams was a long time ago; all I cared about was staying in that comfy and warm place for the rest of the day.

And what is that placid place, you must be wondering, simple: Leni. More specifically, on top of Leni.

I ended up so exhausted that I inadvertently fell asleep with her. I don't remember moving before sleeping, and from what I know I'm not one to move in sleep, so I can only assume that Leni moved me or that maybe she got up for a moment.

Hope she had her dinner at least.

Now, how do I know I'm not where I should be? Well, to begin with when I fell asleep I was next to her, not on top of her.

After all the problems I had with Lori, doing anything even close to what she tried to do to me was insane, to say the least.

I can't let any of them feel the same way I did…

The thought was pure, my actions, not so much. My right hand, without any qualms or shame, was in a soft place, very soft, softer than the already delicate fabric of my sister's dress. A place that had a very easy to denote central landmark.

Yes, my hand was on her tit.

Now, you see, this would have been the right time to get my hand out of my sister's pajamas... but, for me, this was also the best time to have a little talk with myself.

Leni was the one who had started all this for me. At that time, I did not understand what was happening and instinct prevailed over reason, but now it was different. I was different.

I knew what my body wanted, what I wanted, and what I had to consider.

So after taking a long breath and closing my eyes.

I lightly squeezed her nipple.

The first thing was to think about Leni, who she was for me. I certainly didn't consider her as someone of authority; in most cases, I'm the one who takes the position of the responsible person.

I stroked her smooth skin up and down, making sure to squeeze at the base.

The second thing was to consider if what I was looking for in her was just a fetish, a taste...

I really don't know how to do that. I mean, just touching her body, well ... I like it, it doesn't disgust me ... is it just that?

I rubbed my face against her, letting her sweet scent invade my lungs once again.

No, Lincoln, you must go further. Do you want Leni for who she is? What do you think of her? Would you like to accompany her for the rest of your days?

I sighed with disgust, I did not know how to answer those questions. I didn't know what to even think about those questions, for all of them had the same answer: "is my sister".

But I knew that there was something else that I was not seeing, there was a block in my mind that didn't let me think properly.

I kept caressing her chest, the act was distracting and soothing.

Without something worth my actions, I was nothing more than a little pervert ... a degenerate. I was yet not a man capable of making his own decisions...

Leni's breathing became heavy, she was no longer breathing through her nose, and her mouth did not help much to keep me in control with the sounds she produced. I could feel my erection getting stronger, and knew that staying in that position would be my doom. I just knew myself that well enough.

With all the strength I could muster I used my other hand to lift myself off from Leni's comforting body and onto the other side of the bed. Then I looked at the hand that had fallen into temptation. That hand was a reflection of myself and how rotten I was.

They say that honesty is the best way to heal, and the truth... is that I wanted to have some reason for not having separated myself from Leni. That truth didn't make me feel healthier in the slightest.

I got out of bed and sat on the floor, immediately noticing that Lori was not in her bed.

Maybe it's better this way…

As the desire to go back to Leni's side grew stronger, my head focused on a single idea that could get me out of all this.

Why did I seek help in the first place?

Well because the idea of incest is wrong, in many ways. That was the thought that kept me away from my hormones and horniness. But that way of thinking was now denied, replaced by the possibility of a healthy relationship.

I looked at my sinful hand again, that's where this whole mess started. Now my question is not how to stop this; but how could I make this something healthy... now my doubts had a possible new meaning, a good one, and my mind was eager to experiment with what was being offered to me.

I stroked the air while trying to simulate the shape and size of Leni's oranges. Their shape and texture were still a fresh memory in my mind.

Everything would be so easy if they all were like Lori, or as fragile as the younger ones... everything would be so easy if this was as bad as it should be.

There I was, looking for something to pull me back to my initial thoughts. The premise that incest is more prone to falling into the wrong thing was my best ally.

Everything was so easy when there was nothing to consider ... and now ... now I don't even know if I'll be able to resist what they ask of me.

That last thought sent a flash of lightning coursing through my head, leaving me dazed and with a pain that clung to my soul. I knew I was losing, not to what extent, but I was definitely losing.

I jumped up and left the room as fast as I could. I knew me. I knew how much I loved Leni. I knew the dangers that will come if I tried to stay with her any longer.

A solid floor to stand on. That was what my mind needed; a strong motive that could show me that my old conception of all of this was the right one.

Then I looked up and saw her: Disheveled, her yellow dress unkempt, and with crusting staining her cheeks. Luan had just left her room, her mind still lingering between earth and Morpheus train.

It was the perfect moment, she was weak, prone to falling into whatever her wishes wanted. And I was in front of her, her little brother, who was obliged to do whatever she wanted.

I leaned a little closer to her and said, "Morning, Luan, seems like the bed gave you a good fight today, hehe."

"Oh, hi Linc. Yeah… actually, I'm still tired"

I took a step closer to her, "oh~ but don't worry, you have me, your helpless little brother, from whom you can ask anything."

I repeated a wish over and over again inside my head.

Please, abuse me.

"It's not like I could do anything to defend myself. Nothing stops you from taking me right here and do me as much as you like, I'm sure you have a lot of weird things you want to try with me, right?!"

Yes, I know I looked desperate, I was in fact very desperate. After all, I wanted. No. I needed her to take advantage of me.

I was craving for that display of carnal desire and perversion to come from her; and see that this was all just a twisted fetish of my sisters; that there was no good in trying to love them and that we could find a solution later.

And what I got instead...

"Come here, Lincoln,"

A hug, a warm and soft hug.

"I love you, Linc, very much; too much to dare to take advantage of you. But don't think that you will save yourself completely, my little rabbit, I want to hang out with you and give you a glance at the show that I've been preparing for my next debut. Oh, but don't worry, it won't be that kind of show. Haha! "

Luan kept talking for a little longer as she caressed me, pointing out at which hour should I meet her in her room, and that she expected me to tell the others about it... nothing of much importance compared to what was going through my head.

Shortly after she kissed my forehead, and then a tender "I love you." Before resuming her trip to the bathroom.

Me? I laid down on the floor and leaned back against the wall. I could still feel her warmth intoxicating my skin and her affection reverberating inside my head...

I wanted reasons to fear you, not this… this weird feeling that… that makes me wish for this to be okay. This feeling that tells me to stop thinking about; that this kind of love is a good thing-

Aghhhh. No, no, Lincoln, don't think like that!

I escaped to the kitchen shortly after, I needed some cereal and juice to avoid thinking for a moment.

My energy slowly returned with each bite, and at the same time, I could feel my senses become more acute. Sure, you can't attribute everything to food. The girls were still asleep, except for two, and that gave me time to relax and clear my thoughts; try to take this whole thing more rationally... again.

Meanwhile, she kept hiding at my back. It was rare to know of her presence, but the knowledge of it was something to be thankful for.

I took another mouthful of cereal, and could clearly distinguish between the crunchy sound of the fiber and the deep breath coming from her mouth.

In the worst case, she would jump on top of me, which would imply that she is desperate or obsessed, I could consider that as a bad thing... I think.

I sighed.

I don't want to think anymore.

Now that my head was somewhat calmer, the idea of desperately searching for something wrong with their love didn't look as appealing to me as before.

I set a glass of juicy for her on the table, one that she drank shortly after. Her pale skin made her blush stand out, so much so that it almost looked like she was wearing makeup.

"Oddly, you letting yourself be seen," I said trying to remove the strange silence that had been lingering for a while.

"Sigh, I'm not good with these feelings… they are so fragile, annoying and… at the same time…" she then looked at me and placed the glass back in its place, "so powerful."

Lucy may not have been the best at talking, but at least she seemed to be well versed when the matters were her own abstract feelings, "Hey Lucy, can you define what you feel a bit more?"

Lucy smiled and her hands began to caress the edge of the glass in a circular motion, "it's ... it's so weird. A pressure on the chest that doesn't hurt, it's just there, and as uncomfortable as it may seem, I can't help but want more of it. And then I look at you and- " She turned around quickly," it becomes so strong that I feel like it could break my ribcage. I can't contain it. It's extremely weird, Lincoln, but now that this feeling has been released, I can't help but believe that there was a void in my chest before, and that void. That dark and hungry hole is slowly being fed."

I had finished my plate and was about to turn around when she suddenly hugged me, and even more surprisingly, she sighed without saying the word. I put the bowl on the table while I tried to process my next move.

To say the truth, I couldn't think of anything.

"Lincoln, there is also something wrong... this feeling, is addictive; like a bloodthirsty beast. And you, you are for me like the lambs of Thor: an inexhaustible source of nourishment."

Her hands caressed my back as both slowly traced circles and tightened their grip around my body.

"At first I thought everything would be fine because my sisters also had the same desire to eat you… but that didn't make my beasts calm down in the slightest… if anything it made the craving something natural."

I wasn't sure whether to hug her too, so I decided to pat her head.

"Just to make it clear, I don't like that idea of being eaten, hehe..." I told her, and for a brief moment, the image of Lori swallowing my fluids appeared in my head. Along with the image, a feeling ran through my body and made me hug Lucy.

"I-I feel like… I'm more like the forbidden fruit, and I don't want to kill the corral by letting myself get eaten," I said while trying to contain the sudden level of pleasure that cursed my body a couple of seconds ago."

Lincoln. I know my other sisters have already tainted your conscience. But truth is that I'm worse than them. I just haven't let you see the worst of me." She raised her chin and one of her eyes gleamed through her thick locks, "I don't think you should consider yourself a rotten fruit. We are the ones poisoned… and that's why…"

Lucy was quiet for a moment and continued to hug me, her fingers trembling on my back and her legs constantly rubbing against mines.

I know what's coming.

"I need you to be strong, Lincoln."

I know what she wants.

"I need your heart to stay pure, so you can stop me if I dare to cross the line."

I know I should squirm in disgust at the idea.

"I should be satisfied with you to wanting me. But what I need is for you to love me."

Nothing is holding my body back from confronting her.

"I need you, Lincoln."

And even so, there is no way to make my body defeat my thoughts right now.

Lucy opened her mouth slightly, and I did the same with mine. Her wet lips vibrated as they collided with mines. When her tongue stepped inside my mouth, I greeted her with a soft and slow hug of my own.

"I… need you, Linc," Lucy gasped into my mouth, taking advantage of the moments where my tongue released hers, "my Linc…"

I held her by the nape of her neck and pressed my lips on her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, and tenderly fondling each corner of her insides. Meanwhile, her hands gripped my butt as her moans mixed with the air I breathed.

I didn't feel in danger or control. I could only feel her and she could only feel me; as if we were one and nothing else existed. And that… that was fine for me; I wasn't hurting her, nor playing with her feelings.

I liked this and even felt comfortable with it. It was just like that time with Lynn. Only that this time, Lucy didn't seem eager to stop me.

Although, whether or not I loved her was still under discussion within some part of my subconscious.

And my conscious self?

He was squeezing the round buttocks that she was hiding under that dress.

My constant caresses made Lucy look for more in me, so she began to rub her body against mine. "Linc…" she gasped, "I need you. "

Her pleas made a jumble within my thoughts, so I couldn't help but grab her and hold her in my arms. Covered by fabric fibers, our private parts tenderly caressed one another while our tongues continued their dance.

The moisture between her legs had already dampened my pants when I decided to squeeze her smooth skin and rub harder. My erection was at its limit, complaining about my earlier decision to put my pants on before leaving Leni's room.

I was about to get Lucy down and unbutton my pants, that's how lost I was. But, fortunately, I couldn't. Her legs had me in a lock and her movements had increased to hysterical speed, keeping me from doing anything but try my best to enjoy her berserker state.

And as that state continued rambling her actions, she was incapable of holding our mouths together and breath at the same time so she pulled her mouth away and placed her head on my shoulder.

"Lucy ... are you ..."

"Linc- ah… oh… My Linc."

Lucy kept moaning in my ear, her hasty breathing and her hard thrusts full of glee. I wanted to feel the same pleasure from her... but the thick fabric only gave me a glimpse of what was happening.

After some seconds of continuous thrusting against my tent, she finally stopped with a big trust, her last orgasm a silent sigh that only made more prominent the strength of her grip.

As she placidly hummed the last remnants of her climax, her legs began to give up their grip. I helped her to sit on the floor, as she had lost all strength after the act.

The problem now was the beast trying to tear apart my pants... and truth be told, seeing my little sister there, looking up at me, with her mouth open and ready...

I… I need to… She. She looks like she wants to try it too.

But... As soon as I unbuttoned my pants and released my log from my trousers, my subconscious made an emergency call.

I looked at myself. I looked at the thing I was about to do. My cock a few inches from her open mouth, her innocent face surprised to see my erect member, my intention to use it for my own pleasure...

Just like Lori.

I was stunned, unable to move, at the realization of the horrendous thing I was about to do, only to realize a second later that I had already stained her with our previous act, one that I did not prevent and that she asked me to interrupt.

Lucy, you are so young, you trusted in me to stop this, and I...

"I'm a piece of shit of a brother..."

"Linc?"

I pulled back my shame into my pants and ran to my room.

"Lincoln! No, wait!" I heard Lucy calls out my name and decided to ignore them.

Upon entering my room, I locked the door and sat on the floor, my back resting on the bed.

I didn't know when I had started crying, or how long I was there. I only knew that I had found that foundation from which to support my thought that this was all wrong. That pillar was me, the degenerate brother incapable of reasoning and who was carried away by his craving. It had happened with Lynn and now with Lucy.

Heh, maybe all the previous times it was me too, and my brain erased those memories because it was easier than accepting them.

Someone knocked on the door, "Linc?" she said from the other side. "It's me, Lucy."

"I'm sorry for what I did, Lucy…. I should have stopped…"

"Linc, my dear… if anyone should apologize, it's me… I've done you so much wrong, and yet in some selfish way I still think I'm worthy of you… I think it's time for you to know the truth…" she said before pausing.

Then I heard two claps. I looked at the door, thinking that she tried to open it, but she didn't. I got up and put an eye on the slit of the door. She was gone.

Maybe she went with the others so we can have a chat later. I can't think of anything else to explain what she was referring to.

I turned back and went to my bed.

All this has left me very sleepy... Better think of a way to punish myself for what I did later.

I… I just don't want to think for a while.