8

Killian felt like the biggest scum on earth. Not only was he just sitting here and couldn't get his mouth around what was on his mind – he had to fucking tell her – he also noticed his blood rushing to deeper regions of his body as she slid on top of him.

His body didn't react to Samantha for the first time. After all, he was a healthy man and she was an incredibly attractive woman who made a habit of stalking him. However, she was his sister and he was too close to the edge at the moment not to do something really forbidden. He wanted to push her away and yell at her, dancing around on a man's lap with nothing but a shirt pulled up way too high—his shirt.

Nonetheless, he knew she probably didn't think much of it. He was her brother, she had to assume he wouldn't feel that way about her. And he had always done everything so that she trusted him completely. It was his own fault. Still...

Killian grabbed her hips, pushed her off his lap and tried to regain his composure. She was his sister. His sweet little sister who was almost raped by her father and he swore to protect her from such men.

And now here he was, looking down at her, her blond hair billowing around her head like a holy glow on his mattress. It was a sign that she was definitely too pure and too innocent to elude this perversion growing inside him. He desired her.

Damn him, but he couldn't help the fact that at that moment he wanted nothing more than to push her shirt up and get comfortable between her legs. It was so kinky, so wrong, and so damn seductive that he actually briefly considered putting a bullet in his own head to escape those feelings.

It made him sick that somehow there was something of his sire inside him. He was no better than his father when he felt the urge to kiss those lovely pink lips and elicit a hot moan from her.

Sam smiled at him. Trusting and full of affection.

He, on the other hand, just couldn't take it any longer. Killian closed his eyes, took a deep breath and avoided her hand when she tried to lay it on his cheek. Distance was all that could help him now. Distance and a confession that she wouldn't like but that he couldn't avoid forever.

"Mom's dead," he said, watching her smile slowly fade. Her eyes filled with confusion, disbelief, and then pain. Yes, her mother was dead. The woman who spent her life like a coward who had bathed in self-pity and then just as cowardly stolen his life was dead.

Sam just lay there, looking up at him with those disturbing blue eyes, flecks of red forming on her pale skin as the first tears made their way up and then silently wet her cheeks. Even now she was just adorable. Her eyes shone, her lips quivered menacingly, and her breasts rose and fell so rapidly that he almost groaned.

He was so sick. What guy found a crying woman attractive? And which brother caught himself imagining licking his little sister's cheeks to dry her tears.

"How?" came Samantha's choked voice. Killian succumbed to his longing. He reached out and caressed her cheek soothingly and she rested her face trustingly in his. He considered lying for a moment, but it wouldn't help anyone.

"Suicide. I was going to get you some of your clothes when I found them." He had planned to pack up and have everything shipped to his apartment. He would never have let Sam set foot in the house where their father. However, when he arrived at the squalid dwelling, there was no sign of his father and her mother's corpse was already cold, lying in the bathtub with a torn dress on the tiles, no doubt that bastard had himself passed on her again. But this time his mother had just ended it by putting a razor blade to her wrist and digging a gorge through her skin from palm to crook of her arm. So much blood. It had to spurt out in a fountain be.

It had been an odd, alive moment. Tangible, real and unsurprising. Because when Killian had entered the quiet of the apartment, he had already suspected it. To be honest, it had always felt strange whenever he had seen her alive. It had only been a matter of time.

"It's my fault." Sam's desperate sob pulled him out of his thoughts and anger exploded inside him. He cupped Sam's face, leaned down low and looked at her urgently and warningly.

"Be quiet! Do not say that! I don't want to hear something so absurd coming out of your mouth! Understand that? Mom was already dead when she met Frank. One way or another. She didn't kill herself because you came to me. She killed herself because her life sucked and she was too weak to pull the cart out of the dirt on her own. If you want to blame someone, blame our father, not you! You did nothing but survive!"

His words didn't help dry the tears, but at least she nodded in complete disbelief, wrapping both arms around his neck and pulling him down to press her wet face against his chest, giving in completely to her tears. Killian groaned slightly.

It wasn't helpful to feel her small firm breasts pressed against him, nor her hot breath on his neck, but he pushed away that kinky desire, returned her hug and focused on being a good big brother and comforting her like it his job was.

It didn't help to feel her small firm breasts pressed against him, nor her hot breath on his neck, but he pushed that kinky desire away, hugged her back and concentrated on a good big brother...