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Chapter 135: - A sister’s care-*

Chapter 135: - A sister’s care-*

Lying on the bed with the sheet tucked over her body,was Evelyn, his sister squeezing one of the pillows close to her chest, asleep.

Appearing a little stunned, Max took a moment to measure her appearance. Droplets of sweat dripped down her forehead despite the atmosphere in the room being a little cold.

’A nightmare?’

Moving closer, he observed the minute movement of her eyelids for a moment before placing his palm on her forehead.

’Comforting is what a good brother would do, isn’t it?’

Shaking his head,he took a moment to take off his shirt, taking a whiff of it before dropping it.

Sitting on the bed, he wrapped one arm around Evelyn and began patting her gently with a steady rhythm to it.

About twenty minutes later the movement of quivering eye leads settled under his watch.

Using about another ten minutes to softly wrestle her hand from his thighs, Max stood up.

"Well... definitely can’t do without this bath." Taking another whiff of his arm, Miss Linda perfume still clung to him mixed with a little bit of sweat from their intercourse.

...

Raising the sheet with a refreshed air around him, Max went under and gladly embraced Evelyn in his arms.

And subconsciously reacting to the new found feel of warmth around her, his sister snuggled closer apparently having conquered whatever nightmare she had previously.

Unceremoniously having their first sleepover in more than a decade.

...

The morning breeze ushered in with a wave of cold to it. Waking up the delicate young beauty in her late teens who had her hands curled around the asleep figure of a youth with brown hair, slightly younger than her at that.

Perching up her upper body, Evelyn rubbed her eyes in a sluggish manner, as she tried to confront her unfamiliar surroundings.

’Where am I?’ she wondered inwardly as her eyes caught sight of the brightening sky through the window. Just so that it was very early in the morning, and the sun was yet to rise in the east.

’huh? What’s that?’

Sensing something poking her thighs, she furrowed her brows softly, sat up properly and squinted her eyes... only for her brain to short circuit a moment later and her groggy state becoming absolutely clear. Memories from last night quickly flooded in.

The sturdy firm surface she had been resting on was her brother’s toned arm. And the poke she felt against her thigh... was from his dick reacting to her presence.

Slowly tilting her neck to the side, was Max, soundly asleep.

Tracing his arm, she saw it wrapped around the sheet over her waist.

"Oh no..." she muttered as her face flushed slightly at the idea of her hugging him so close.

’I should probably leave before he wakes...’ her thoughts acted cautious while her eyes remained on the poking tent against her thigh.

"Isn’t that painful?" She muttered, feeling guilty that she hitched a night of comfort and would leave while he struggled with his erection.

’This isn’t his first time Evelyn... you should go. But...’ The rational part of her wanted her to quickly leave the room and behave like this never happened but the guilty part refused, wanting to repay him back by easing the pain.

’... We’ve done it before so it shouldn’t be a big deal.’ Steeling her resolve, she moved the sheet and got up on her knees on the bed.

Tugging the sheet that covered him away, she nervously pulled the band of his underwear, gulping before pushing it down in one swift motion.

Uncaged. Max cock instantly sprung in a glorious manner. Springing before her face as her cheeks flushed pink.

Blushing at the imagination that it once entered her, she observed it for a moment. Glancing up at his face before caringly grabbing it with her soft palm.

’It’s so hot...’ she thought before arching her waist downward, her head bent as she put in the head inside her mouth like it was a pop stick.

"Hmmm-" slurp!

Sensing the thickness and size increase inside her mouth, she stilled her movement in surprise before continuing.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

Raising the night gown she wore, she brought her tits closer and began to rub his dick in between.

Lying sweetly on the bed, Max face visibly twitched from time to time.

...

"Hmmm- hmmm– hmm– "

’huh?’

Awakened by the repeating slurpy hums and the wet sweet sensation from his groin, Max’s eyes fluttered open.

’What’s going on?’

As this thought rang through his mind, he felt the foam around pressed, gravitating as in a rhythm.

Still confused, he arched his neck a little to see a mass of light brown hair crowning his groin while bubbling up and down.

"Hmm– " listening to the huff breath. Max eyes widened in realization-

"Argh"

Just then, the swell in his balls swiftly rose. Closing his eyes shut, Max released a pleasured groan, swiftly moving his hand to place on the mass of hair and then pressed it down to swallow down the last inch.

"Ahh$_#_+&#" Taken by surprise the person sounded choked and held his thighs to try to pull out. However his hand held on in bliss as he spilled his seed inside her throat.

"Argh-" overwhelmed by pleasure, Max stayed still in that posture as the pair of soft silky palms pressing against his thighs tightened with a painful itch to it.

"Hmm–"

Letting go of the hair, Max failed back on bed, his neck aching from being raised awkwardly.

Following the pleasure release after a goodnight sleep,Max senses also returned.

Taking just a moment to realize why he just did...

’Wait–’ he’d barely sat up when he saw his sister’s strawberry tinted neck and face from the suffocation. Dripping down from the corner of her lips was his cum, not precum.

"Bastard..." cursing him in rage, she hurriedly got up from the bed and skidded towards the door.

Bam!

Before he could say anything, Evelyn banged the door behind her...

"Shit."

The silence in the room endured for a minute or so before Max recovered his thoughts.

Glancing down at his limp brother, covered in his cum and saliva, he smacked his face.

"I swear I thought it was Moogie..." remembering the mature maid, he rubbed his face a few times at the memory of choking his sister with his cock.

Glancing at the window, he saw that the sky was just starting to light up by yellow cascadence.

’Woke up earlier than usual?’

Guessing it was 7 am or the late end of 6. He cleaned his cock with the sheet and adjusted his underwear before getting up.

"I have been skipping my routine lately, maybe I should use this time to gear up."

Taking a look at his toned body muscles, Max began with a stretch of his arms and legs before push ups.

...

Knock! Knock!

Placing two knocks on the mahogany doors, Max silently waited before it. His expression neutral, and his posture composed.

Earlier, right when he was about to head to the dining room. A maid politely approached him, bowing slightly afterwards, she told him that it was his turn to dine with the Matriarch, his grandmother.

Taken by surprise, he reacted with a nod and followed behind her till they arrived before this door.

Click!

A few seconds after, the machination behind the door lock sounded as it was pulled open from behind to reveal a great room that stretched wide with high ceilings and expansive windows. Dressed in cream-colored drapes, it gave a soft glow under the dim chandelier lighting.

Plush, overstuffed sofas in muted jewel tones sat atop a thick Persian rug, arranged around a sleek glass coffee table with gold-plated legs. Against one wall, a polished cherry wood entertainment center housed a massive rear-projection TV, flanked by built-in shelves filled with hardcover books, glass sculptures, and a state-of-the-art stereo system.

A grand fireplace—framed in marble—anchored the room with a quiet sense of prestige. Subtle details like crown molding, a wall-mounted landline with a long cord, and discreet touch-of-brass accents added to the quiet affluence. Everything spoke of money, but not flash—just the confident, classic style of a family who had it figured out in the 50s.

Walking beyond the great room, he was led by Moogie to the balcony that presented a plain view of the grassland beyond.

The balcony was simple, with just a round table and a few exquisite dishes on it. A composed woman in her 50s sat, gently sipping a cup of tea as if unable to notice their presence.

’The Matriarch.’

When she was done, and gracefully placed down the cup of tea, Max bowed slightly for a few seconds before raising his head to meet the pair of cold eyes gazing at him.

"Sit." Nodding for him to sit opposite her, she gracefully picked up the cup and took another sip.

"Let’s talk."

QN: My apologies to the late edit. Imprisoned by procrastination