The soft, warm sensation wrapped closely around the skin.
Rocky wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but as soon as he moved, he couldn't help but inhale lightly—the girl's teeth suddenly exerted force and bit into the wound again, tearing the fragile flesh.
The pearl-white auricle gradually climbed with a pale blood color.
"Brother..."
Roy's voice was like honey laced with poison, "Do you want to do it?"
She tasted his blood, her gaze lingering long on that perfect profile. Her brother wasn't as calm as he appeared; the tightly pressed corners of his lips and the rigidity of his body were evidence of suppressed emotions.
"...Don't joke around," Rocky said, repeating the phrase again, "I'm your brother, connected by blood."
What kind of brother would peep at his sister making love with another man?
And what brother would hold a hose to wash his sister's body, wiping her legs with a soft shirt?
