Desire Sister Stepdaughter
CHAPTER 17 - Not the First Time

Alexander's condition really deteriorated after yesterday's incident. Three days passed, Zayyan still had to struggle with work while Zoya and Agatha took turns to keep the Papa in the hospital. During that time, Zayyan was unable to meet the father because of the mother's ban.

By late afternoon, Zayyan came home with his shaky steps. The man seemed to think what he should do, what the marriage the father really wanted was the way out. Arriving at home the atmosphere felt very different, there was no warmth because all members of his family went all. There was only a waiter, it was busy doing its busy work.

Zayyan stared at the door of Azoya's room, looking tightly shut and possibly not at home. The man took a slow step, his heart was interested in entering his sister's room. Instinct alone, without any crazy intentions or anything like that.

"Hm?"

Unlocked, Zayyan smiled faintly when he realized the door could be opened easily. The man entered while making sure no witnesses saw him, yes such a thing was common for Zayyan. Megendap-endap and steal the opportunity at home itself has become the thing he prioritizes the most when Azoya is growing up.

There was no one there, the gurgling of water could be heard making Zayyan's heart warm for a moment. She missed her sister so much, not seeing her for a few days and not being able to contact her as freely as possible made her a little miserable.

"Why did he put it there?"

Zayyan bit his lip when he realized Azoya's clothes were lying on the bed, complete with clothes dallam with matching colors. His mischievous brain as a man began to fantasize and imagine the body of his little sister, especially when he saw the bed with plain white sheets in front of him.

"Shiitt, stop, Zayyan!!" muttered Zayyan softly as she incised the base of her nose, she should remain sane actually.

In the middle of her daydream, Azoya now appears with a panicked face when she realizes a male figure entered her room. Yes, despite identifying Zayyan for sure he was surprised and felt the presence of Zayyan was very, very disturbing.

"Sister?"

"Hm? It's over, I'm bothering you?"

Zayyan turned his head and asked him an unbelievably silly question. Obviously disturbing, even without needing to be explained first, Zayyan should have understood himself.

Zayyan's gaze made her nervous, Azoya covered her chest with a palm. Only with a towel wrapped his body up to the knee made the woman embarrassed in front of the brother.

"So why do you see me that?" The real difference, Zayyan's way of looking at it is a little scary according to Azoya.

"Beautiful, your skin is getting whiter as it turns out."

Especially this time, the crazy praise that the adult man gave to the woman of his dreams. Zayyan walked up to him, the man pulled Azoya's body in his arms with the reason his longing was unstoppable.

Azoya's chest was pounding. Zayyan's touch on her innocent shoulder made Zoya bristle. The masculine aroma of the brother that he often misses before going to sleep eventually becomes opium without him knowing, just hugged but Zoya's heart seems to be dislodged from its place. In fact, in the past he could be ordinary, somehow the more here he felt more different.

"Sorry, Brother. I take care of Papa," he said slowly, looking up because Zayyan's body was much higher than him.

"Papa's body, but your brother's languishing, Zoya."

Sounds like a joke, but that's what he feels. The hug that had been normal, now turned even tighter and Zayyan's hand was not just silent. Slowly, but he made Zoya fall asleep until she realized that now her position was squeezed by the brother on the bed.

Cup

"I miss you, little sister,"

That fast he stole the opportunity to make Azoya's face redden. He was used to receiving actual kisses, but this time it felt different because Zayyan was looking at him so warmly.

"Sister? It's overkill, we're both adults .. It's not appropriate for us to be like this."

Zoya restrains Zayyan's chest, which again tries to erode the distance. But the man brushed Azoya's hand off deliberately and returned to scooping the woman's beautiful lips, this time he wanted more because his longing for not meeting for a few days really shackled him.

"Hmmpp, Brother!!"

Trying to refuse is also useless, because now Zayyan has a way to make his sister unable to move. It was as easy as that he locked Azoya's hand in the head so that no more drama of the hand was trying to get in his way.

Zayyan crossed his line, what he did now was not a kiss anymore. Except lummatan, and master the game even without getting a reply. Zoya closed her eyes earlier, the small bite that Zayyan gave her on her lips created a pain that made Zoya want to deny her.

Long enough Zayyan did it until the face of the sister was reddened because it was almost out of breath, Zayyan pulled the corner of the lips while rubbing the lips of Zoya who is now wet with her fingers.

"Just the first time? Your boyfriend never did this, Zoya?" asked Zayyan with his mischievous gaze, Zoya who was stubbornly hitting the man's chest let go of both hands.

- To Be Continue -