Lincoln jumped off the couch. "What? Really? Where is he?"
"Hiding out in a hostel in the adult section of town."
"Does Royal Woods have areas like this?"
"Yes. It surprises me too. I will send the coordinates to your car."
"Wait a minute. I want to know first why are you doing this? I doubt it is an act of provocation."
"Simply because this kind of rubbish spoils the name of Royal Woods. If the place is unsafe, it means fewer people live or move here. This means fewer potential consumers."
"So you just want to get the cockroaches out of your kitchen."
"I couldn't have said it better. Consider this a business. I handed over the person who pissed you off. This is how I get rid of other vermin. Everyone wins."
Lincoln wasn't stupid; he knew that wasn't the only reason Venomus was doing him this favor. But he couldn't pass up the chance to punish this bastard. "Deal." Lincoln ends the call and falls silent as he pats White-Flame. "We already know where this bastard is."
Lincoln went back to his room to get some rest. Since that night, he has been "going hunting" again.
He was introduced back to the dream world. But this time, he didn't dream of the forest. This time, he dreamed that he was in a completely different room. It was clearly a dream. Since he could see perfectly.
The boy got out of bed and looked around.
The place looks like a castle. On the table, there was an obsidian cup filled with a crimson liquid. An inexplicable thirst conquered the albino. Who drank the entire content in one gulp.
Lincoln walked over to a mirror covered by a red curtain. He didn't know why. But he felt the need to discover what it could show.
Lincoln grabbed the curtain and pulled it back, revealing the glass. Lincoln's eyes widened. Because the reflection showed a being that could only be described as a werewolf. An object of black color with some white threads.
Lincoln fell to the ground, and the creature followed him. Then he crawled on all fours to the mirror. He touched his face, and the monster imitated him again. Then he realized that this monster was his reflection.
Lincoln woke up. At the same time, he heard someone else. This meant there was someone else in the room with him.
"Lincoln. Are you okay?"
Lincoln recognized that voice. "Lucy? You?"
"Yes. The grandparents went out and asked for one of us to come here to take care of you."
"And they chose you?"
"Indeed. You've got that right."
"You had a fight with Lynn, didn't you?"
"Hahahaha. Yes."
"And what were you doing in my room? Are you watching me while I sleep?"
Lucy blushed and scratched the back of her neck as she looked away. "Maybe."
Lincoln moves a little. He left a space in his bed. "Aren't you coming in with me?"
Lucy's ears warmed upon hearing her brother say that. Without a second thought, she kicked off her shoes and climbed under the covers.
Lincoln hugs Lucy and supports her against his chest. Lucy looks up at Lincoln's face and brings her lips to his. They both covered their heads with the sheets and started kissing and caressing.
Lucy put her hands under Lincoln's shirt, feeling the hardening of his chest and abs.
Lincoln only enjoyed the taste of gothic lips. Interestingly, he tasted the grapes from them. Maybe put some flavors of lipstick on.
Lucy was still caressing Lincoln's stomach when she felt something harder underneath him. Looking down, she noticed a straight bulge, like a tower, rising from the fabric of Lincoln's pajama pants.
"Lincoln!" Lucy separated from him when she saw the involuntary reaction of her brother's member.
"Oh, I am. I'm sorry, Lucy. It felt so good, I couldn't."
Lucy covered Lincoln's mouth and smiled. "Don't worry, it doesn't bother me. In fact, I'm flattered." Lucy grabs the belt of the pants with one finger and begins to lower it. "You gave me a lot of happiness last time. It's time to return the favor" Lucy licks her lips at the thought of what she was doing. Maybe this was the step she needed for her and her brother to finally become one in the act of love.
Lincoln's hand resting on her head indicated that he was willing to let her do this. But the sound of the front door opening and Myrtle's voice signaling her arrival forced them to separate.
Myrtle knocked on the room's door and entered immediately.
"And this is the letter H in Braille." Lincoln was sitting on his bed next to Lucy with an open book. "Oh. Hello, Grandma. I was teaching Lucy how to read Braille."
"Oh. How lovely. Thanks for taking care of your brother while we're away, darling."
"It's no problem, Grandma. Lincoln and I had a great time."
Myrtle left the room, and the siblings sighed in relief.
"It was close. I felt the balls going up my throat."
"I guess there won't be another chance for that... you know."
Lincoln hugs Lucy from behind and kisses her on the head. "Who said that?"
"You. You said I wasn't ready yet."
"To hell with what I said, Lucy. Next time we're alone, we'll do it."
"What?! Really?!" A smile spreads across Lucy's face.
"Of course I do, my little vampire. So you better get ready. Because this wolf is hungry for you."
"Lincoln." Lucy pounced on her brother and kissed him on the lips.
They both hugged each other. When suddenly Lucy felt Lincoln's hands on her ass, she said, "HEY, control your hands."
"Ho ho ho. sorry. I couldn't help it."
"Good. I understand it's fine. After all, you'll soon be doing more than just touching it."
Lincoln hugs Lucy, and they both go to bed "Shall we keep kissing?"
"I would like nothing more than that, baby. But with the grandparents here, I'm not sure."
"Such a pity. Can we at least stick together?"
"Yes, of course" Lucy says as she hugs her brother. Sarcastically. Lucy gave Lincoln a small beam of light. Before the darkness that was coming