*Scream for the morning to come, let your tears and voice run dry...*

It was even more tender and soft than he remembered—grown more plump, softer and more inviting.

"Anngh... d-don't... mmmgh~..."

Her voice turned into a strained mixture of protest and surrender, her body betraying her with every word.

Her waist arched instinctively, again and again, as a warm undercurrent surged from her belly down between her legs.

The sensation was foreign, overwhelming, something she had never experienced before, as his mouth worked against her most sensitive place, sucking and licking with a deliberate hunger.

Her mind struggled to comprehend the intensity of the feelings flooding her, but it was no use—her thoughts scattered, exploding in a haze of pleasure that left her trembling.

"no-b-brother... You can't...t-touch me...there..mmm.." she thought, her body quaking with a heat that seemed to consume her from the inside out.