Rot's instincts told him to tense up but his training kept him relaxed.
He let his eyes open just fractionally but the darkness was too complete for him to see.
The intruder was close. If it was his father with a gun, any sudden movement on Rot's part could cause a twitch... and a bullet through his balls wouldn't do much for Rot's plans.
Then he smelled it... definite female perfume.
For a moment, Rot wondered if his mother had returned for another round but some distant memory called the scent back to him. It as Lauren.
"What's up, sis?" he whispered.
"Oh. I thought you were sleeping."
"Do you often sneak up on me while I'm sleeping?"
The bed shifted as she sat beside him. "No. I never had any interest before. But you're different. I'm trying to figure things out. Are you, like possessed by a demon or something?"
He thought he'd been the fantasy fan, not his sister. Then again, she was closer than she knew. "I'm still Rot."
"Not a chance. Rot could never bring himself to talk to girls. Rot was never nice to me. Rot certainly was never nice to mother."
"I've grown up."
Female fingers brushed against his belly, then headed lower. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Rot's head whirled. Doing his mother was one thing... she was grown up and could make her own decisions. Doing Lauren was something else. She got romantic, thought guys who paid attention to her actually liked her when all they wanted was to get her pants off. Would he become just another of those guys who used her? Sure, her life had been screwed up the first time he'd gone through this but would screwing his sister actually help, or would it make things worse?
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