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"Put it on you." Leni extended the dress to Lincoln. The boy extended his hand until he felt the texture of the dress.

"Thank you, Leni." Lincoln put on his shirt. The dress was loose on the shoulders and biceps and relaxed across the chest and back. "I love it, Leni; it's so comfortable."

Leni smiled at her brother's words. "I'm so glad you like it."

"May I know when you did this?" asked the boy.

"When you got back, I wanted to give you a welcome gift. But I forgot to give it to you; it wasn't until you mentioned that you had no more clean shirts."

"Leni."

"What's up, Linky?"

"Why were you acting strange there?"

Leni blushed. She was grateful that her brother was blind. "I didn't want Lori to see your tattoo."

"My tattoo? Lincoln asked, confused.

"If Lori sees them, she'll tell Mom and Dad, and they'll punish you. You're too young to get a tattoo."

"Thank you. I guess..."

Leni walked over to Lincoln, laid her hands on his chest, and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Leni. What are you doing now?" Lincoln did not fully understand the physical closeness his sister had with him, as she continually invaded his personal space. The girl opened the dress and stared at his scars, and the gauze stuck to the medical tape on his stomach, protecting the last threads from the wound the hateful man had inflicted while trying to protect her. Leni was freaked out about it; she was supposed to be the big sister, and she had to protect her little brother. "Brother." For some reason, this word bothered her, and once again, another phrase echoed in her mind.

"My Leni... my Leni... my Leni..."

"He considered me his," thought the seamstress. "Then he is mine,"

Leni took her hands to Lincoln's bangs and moved them, revealing his eyes. It was the first time she had seen him so closely. They were azure, like the sky itself. His eyes have sclera irises. Different shades were fading, and it was beautiful. The girl caressed Lincoln's cheekbones before pulling him toward her and kissing him on the lips.

Paralyzed for a moment, Lincoln tried to break away from Leni, but her grip was too strong on his neck. Everything was as it had been that day in the kitchen with Lynn.

Lincoln could stop even three men older than him with his bare hands and knock them out with a bench nailed to the floor, but when it comes to one of his sisters, all that power seems to escape him and leave him alone, reverting to being an eleven-year-old Lincoln. But something was different about that kiss. It was not like the one Lynn had given him. It was even more tender.

Lincoln began to enjoy this kiss. Leni's lips were soft and plump, accompanied by the strawberry and mint flavors of the lip gloss she had used, mixed with the floral scent of her perfume. The boy caressed Leni's cheeks and then hugged her, the kiss deep, her skin so nice and soft. His senses of touch, taste, and smell, which had been enhanced by the chemicals now running through his veins, were intoxicated by that fairy with her golden hair and porcelain skin.

None of them stopped to think about what they were doing; their joy was so great that they didn't want to stop. Suddenly Lincoln felt something pressing on his intimate area; Leni's hand was rubbing it and moving her fingers to massage Lincoln's private area, causing his "little friend," or rather his "big friend," to start waking up. Lincoln didn't want to be left behind and started massaging one of Leni's breasts. The girl complained because she kept the kiss until the lack of air forced them to separate. Both of them were breathing hard, but Lincoln still wanted more. He started kissing and licking Leni's neck, causing her a lot of pleasure during the massage of one of her breasts.

They both walked over to Leni's bed and fell into it. Lincoln was on top of Leni, and his "friend" threatened to rip his pants, which Leni relieved him of by lowering his zip, and at the same time Lincoln lifted her cashmere blouse with her black lace bodice, exposing her breasts, caressed them for a moment, and then began sucking them.

Suddenly a memory flashed through Leni's mind—the memory of that stinky pig with his dirty tongue on her breasts—and for a moment she thought she saw that man on her.

"No. Get away from me." She quickly pushed him away, and this hallucination only lasted for a split second. As soon as she regained consciousness, she saw Lincoln on the ground with his zip down and a swollen erection in his boxers.

"The boy recovered, and that jolt was enough to bring him back to the truth of what he was doing. "What did I do? I'm sorry, Leni; I shouldn't have continued with you, not after what you've been through in the garden." The boy unzipped and unbuttoned his shirt, combed his hair again, and covered his eyes.

Leni straightened her clothes and got out of bed. "No, no,no, Lincoln, you haven't gone far."

Lincoln bowed his head. "It's still wrong. We shouldn't do that; we're siblings. We better not tell anyone about this, okay?"

Leni couldn't move or speak; she just extended her hand towards Lincoln as if to reach him. "But... I love you." Leni thought as tears started to fall from her eyes.

The boy opened the door and left the room. Leni sat on her bed, looking at the floor with a look of guilt as she touched her lips.

Lincoln went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face to wake him up. "What was I thinking? She's my sister." Suddenly remembering the sensations of that supposed dream he had with Lynn, the girl moaned with pleasure at how delicious the sensation was on his dick. "Wasn't that a dream? No, no, no, no. It was a dream; I dreamed it. This can't happen. I have to calm down."