Get out of hand

9.Then we become lovers

--Then I will kiss you. Do you hate it?

Is this what my brother should say to my sister?

Or did he never accept her identity from the beginning, and calling her over tonight was not a brother-sister relationship.

Is it just a prodigal imitation of the adult world?

The absurd images in the box filled her mind. Flooded her mind.

She thought of more images, all about Isaac.

Suddenly, she remembered Patricia's admonition again.

They didn't grow up together, but their blood ties didn't dissipate over time.

She is his sister, a blood relative. None of them should be as close as they were just now.

Although she is not repulsive, she even has some anticipation about what will happen next.

Her eyelashes drooped, her long eyelashes stained with misty tears, and she looked up at him.

"Isaac."

She decided to talk to him openly and honestly.

The ambiguity between them should not exist.

For the first time, Isaac heard her call her by her first name, with deep, handsome faces.

The loss flashed, but it dissipated in an instant.

"What? Say. "

" Even if I don't have the surname Keno, I'm your sister. Without the DNA report, Patricia wouldn't have been able to let me in at Keno's door. Isaac's eyes lifted and swept over his handsome face.

It's the best-looking boy she'd ever seen when she was so old.

The coldness emanating from his body hides the depth that should not be there at this age.

She was even more fascinated.

Subconsciously, she felt as if she were his prey, being captured, bitten, and destroyed by him.

She doesn't like to get caught up in a rich man's game.

"And then?" Isaac leaned against the wall and said indifferently.

Her face flushed with his burning gaze, her fingers clenched as she wanted to continue.

He had already taken him into his arms, and he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, his playful eyes falling on her pink face.

Startled by his movements, she lifted her jaw slightly, meeting her eyes.

That look seemed to be looking into the depths of her soul. "Do you like Searle?"

Her clear little face flashed in confusion, and she responded in a dumb voice: "Why do you ask like this?" A gentle and hot aura surrounded her, and her slowly approaching eyes were mixed with feelings she couldn't understand.

"I don't really like you being near people." His fingers ran against her skin, causing her body to shiver slightly.

"Sister." He bent down and pressed his forehead against hers, and saw through her eyes that he was afraid, like a frightened rabbit, frightened and helpless.

In an instant, an inexplicable love rose in his heart, and his sturdy body hugged her delicate body tightly, and leaned down to kiss her lips.

Different from the previous kiss.

He encroached on her lips, forcefully

Gradually, the tip of her tongue pressed against her soft tongue.

"Hmm..." her breath was chaotic, and the movement of her hands hanging down at her side gradually turned into a hugging posture.

The atmosphere became hot, and the hardness between her legs seemed to squeeze into her body.

She couldn't resist the surging passion.

Propriety, shame, morality, and restraint all seem to have been swallowed up by lust.

The hormonal secretion of puberty is always so strong that it is desperate.

Searle looked at the men and women kissing passionately opposite, and the corners of her lips, which were originally teasing, suddenly became stiff.

Is that--

Isaac and Lucy!!

When a group of people were about to approach, he stopped them: "Buy cigarettes, go up the stairs over there, it's closer." "

Lucy heard Searle's voice clearly, and her tense nerves seemed to snap with the strings.

She came back to her senses, dodging his hot kisses, and said vaguely," Someone… Someone.... "

"Worried about what?" His slight gasp was in his ears, ambiguous and sexy.

Lucy's already hot face turned even redder, she turned her little face sideways, frowned slightly, and her voice was hoarse: "We.."

-- We are not doing this right.

She couldn't speak, she was ashamed of the action she had just catered for.

"What's wrong with us?" He stared at her delicate face, his heartstrings twitching.

''Isaac, we are related by blood."

She gasped, her little face was red and delicate, and her voice trembled a little from nervousness, "Kissing is something that couples do. "

Obviously greedy for the breath on his body, greedy for the temperature on his body, greedy for his hot kiss.

Seeing the entanglement in her eyes, his eyes became gentle, he hugged her and whispered, "Then we will be a couple."