3 Sister's Misunderstanding

"Gurgle~" Elmer swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his bloodthirsty impulse became even more apparent. The dryness in his throat made him want to press down his own mother and suck her blood, but how could he do such a thing to his own mother?

Elmer opened his mouth and his two canine teeth grew longer, making him look like a vampire. But Elmer didn't know that his teeth had grown longer. He just felt his throat was dry.

Suddenly, Elmer's mother leaned on his shoulder, her face showing a sad expression as she sobbed. Her tears flowed out again, wetting Elmer's arm with icy tears, causing him immense pain.

Elmer turned to the side and hugged his mother's shoulder, holding her in his arms, calmly saying, "Mom, don't worry, Dad won't just die inexplicably like this. I can't agree to the airline company trading his life for a piece of paper. When I have time, I will go and find out what happened. Elmer is not a cowardly person! I am a man, I am your good son!"

"I know... Mom really doesn't know what to do... I'm really afraid that I won't be able to bear it and will commit suicide..." Elmer's mother sobbed, her trembling breasts rubbing against his arm, making Elmer feel restless. He glanced at his mother's chest and quickly turned his head, cursing himself as a bastard for peeking at his mother...

"Elmer... let's not go to the airline company... okay?" Elmer's mother suddenly said.

"Why?" Elmer shouted, feeling that his mother was really too weak.

"I'm afraid you will get into trouble too... sob... if you also lose... then our family will be completely ruined..." Elmer's mother cried.

"It's okay, I'll just go find out. It won't take long. Mom, you really need to rest. Let me take you back to your room. When they come back, I'll accompany them for dinner. You just rest well," Elmer said, helping his mother and leading her into the room.

After tucking his mother into bed, Elmer turned on the air conditioning and adjusted the temperature. He then sat in a chair at the bedside, watching his mother. She turned her head away, her eyes closed as if she were asleep, but her body trembled from time to time, as if she were having a nightmare, which made Elmer very sad.

Elmer sighed softly and looked again at his mother's pale neck. The urge to drink blood made him open his mouth again, his already shortened canine teeth lengthened even further, and they looked even sharper than before, as if they could puncture someone's skin.

"Mom--"

Elmer called out, his breath becoming very rapid. He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, and then he leaned down in a thirsty manner, intending to bite his mother's neck. But he clenched his fists and stopped himself from doing such a heinous act. In his mother's mind, Elmer was always a good image, a sunny teenager who was good at basketball and running. He also established his position as the school's grass. If someone with such a good image were to bite his mother's neck, what would happen if it got out?

"What's wrong?"

Elmer's mother felt a shadow over her and asked.

Elmer quickly moved away and stood up, saying, "Nothing, just want to make sure Mom is asleep, didn't mean to scare you."

"I feel more secure with you by my side."

Elmer's mother stroked the blanket and seemed to want to cry again. Her husband was not home for much time to begin with, they could only be together every two weeks, and it was usually because he was very tired that they had little opportunity to make love. Now, it was even worse, separated by yin and yang, and it was impossible to even make love.

"Then I'll wait until you fall asleep before I leave," Elmer sat back in his seat and continued to watch his mother's neck.

After struggling for a good ten minutes, Elmer whispered, "Mom--Mom, are you asleep?"

After waiting for a moment to ensure that his mother had fallen asleep, Elmer bent down again. His bloodlust was pushing him to the brink of insanity, and if he didn't act on it soon, he feared he would completely lose control. As he smelled his mother's scent, Elmer's canine teeth grew longer. He grabbed his mother's neck and was about to bite down when the door suddenly opened.

"Brother, what are you doing to Mom?" The clear, nightingale-like voice shattered Elmer's bloodthirsty desire. He quickly jumped up, not knowing how to explain what had just happened.

Standing at the door was a young woman who looked around 23 years old. She was Elmer's sister, Rita. With delicate eyebrows, cherry lips, and a melon seed face, her most distinctive feature was the mole on her forehead, like the mark of Guanyin. Rita was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and a light green fashionable skirt. Her black hair flowed down to her waist, making her look like a beautiful elf dancing in the sky.

But at the moment, her beauty was completely overshadowed by anger.

"Get out!" Rita yelled before turning and walking out.

"Damn," Elmer knew he was in trouble. His sister must have misunderstood what he was about to do to their mother. But the posture really looked too similar, and anyone would believe he was molesting his own mother, right? Elmer stuck out his tongue and walked out of his mother's room. As he closed the door, he looked at his mother's snow-white thighs and prepared himself for his sister's scolding.

Rita now worked as a shopping guide in a supermarket, earning a monthly salary of two thousand dollars plus bonuses if she did well. But even with the bonuses, she still felt financially tight, and her temper was always bad, like she was on her period every day.

Rita sat on the sofa, tapping her leg and staring directly at Elmer. He wanted to bite the ground and hide. Why did this have to happen in front of his sister? When he noticed that his sister's neck was just as fair as their mother's, he wanted to bite her too.

"What are you doing to Mom while she's sleeping?" Rita demanded, looking as fierce as a lioness from the Kanto region.

At home, Elmer's biggest fear was his sister Rita. Under normal circumstances, Elmer didn't like to deal with his sister because her temper had been getting worse and worse since she started working at the supermarket. It was so bad that Elmer sometimes felt like tying a sandbag to her and punching it.

Elmer's eyes darted around. First, he couldn't say that his dad had already passed away. Second, he couldn't say that he was doing what he was doing because he wanted to bite his mom's neck. With these two constraints in mind, Elmer calmly said, "Mom just said she wanted to hear me sing a lullaby, like she used to when we were kids, so I sang in her ear."

"But I saw you kissing Mom's neck!" Rita's aura had not weakened at all.