NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 276 276: Why Am I Feeling So Much Possessiveness?

Amara's heart raced upon hearing those words. Tremors ran through her frame from the force of his powerful thrusts, leaving her dizzy and breathless.

Yet, she forced herself to maintain eye contact with him, her eyes growing wide while her mouth fell open slightly.

"Yes! I know... but it just happened... I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I promise! I'll only have sex with you... Only you... Please forgive me!" She cried out.

Excitement surged through him from her plea, though guilt twisted in his chest too. He hadn't intended to impose such a limit on her freedom. It was merely that her confession ignited a sudden wave of jealousy within him.

His blood seemed to surge like it was under the grip of an unknown power, urging him to claim Amara completely as his alone.

That intense emotion refused to fade. Rather than diminishing, it grew stronger with each relentless thrust as he continued to fuck her repeatedly.

To avoid letting Amara believe he was angry, Oliver bent forward and claimed her lips in a fervent kiss.

Deep and gentle in equal measure, his kiss caused Amara to soften completely beneath him.

The intimate tangle of their tongues brought pure ecstasy to them both.

As Oliver's fingers glided over Amara's silky skin while he consumed her lips, his movements shifted from rough to ardent, his feelings flowing freely through every press of their mouths and every drive of his hips.

Amara sensed her climax building rapidly, relishing the rush of feelings flooding her entire form.

Every touch.

Every kiss.

The sound of his heavy breathing.

The feeling of his lips.

The taste of his tongue.

The sensation of his hard cock plunging into her wet hole.

The warmth that spread across her body with every motion.

All these sensations were so exquisite that she couldn't hold back against the wave of ecstasy crashing over her thoughts.

A sharp cry escaped her as she climaxed intensely, her form shuddering from the overwhelming release that gripped her.

Before Amara could catch her breath from her peak, Oliver released within her too, flooding her womb with his scorching seed.

Her inner walls clenched tightly around his shaft, milking him fiercely and drawing out a massive burst of dense semen into her depths, which pushed Amara straight into another orgasm moments after the first.

"Aaaaahhh!! Aaahhhnn! I can feel it... so much of it... pouring in me... I love you... my brother... mmnnn... uuhhnnn..."

Amara's cries resounded through the space, mingled with Oliver's labored gasps.

For a few lingering moments, their forms stayed still. No words passed between them, as each drifted in their private haze of satisfaction.

Amara broke the quiet by fluttering her eyes open and speaking.

"What got into you today, bro? I mean, your lovemaking has always been... amazing. But today you were more aggressive than before. It was incredible. But it's unlike you."

Oliver let out a soft laugh while resting atop her, his softening length still nestled deep in her warmth.

"I don't know myself, honestly. I just felt possessive all of a sudden, wanting you all for myself." He paused for a few seconds, his mind racing for a few seconds before continuing, "Is it... jealousy? But I never minded other guys having sex with you or anyone else. Why does it feel different this time?"

Amara giggled at his words. "Maybe it's just love~. Because you truly love me."

"Hmm. Maybe. But I have loved you ever since we were kids. So why only now...?" Oliver asked himself, still puzzled.

Noticing her brother's grave expression, Amara ran her fingers through his hair and murmured, "No matter what the reason might be, I'm not complaining at all. In fact, I like this possessive side of yours. It makes me feel even more loved." She kissed him lovingly. "I want you to feel free to go crazy anytime. I'll always be ready to accept anything from you, my darling brother."

A warm smile spread across Oliver's face at his sister's tender action and words of devotion. It touched his soul, brimming him with delight and contentment.

Suddenly, it hit him that this path was wrong. After all, Amara remained his sister.

Despite knowing her love matched his own depth, Oliver sensed they shouldn't push their bond past the privacy of their bedchamber.

Doing so would surely spiral into chaos, sparking a major scandal.

Not only for them, but his rising position combined with their blood ties could destroy their entire family's reputation.

Amara's brow furrowed as she watched his grin fade and the light dim from his gaze, curious about his sudden shift in mood.

Reflecting on her previous statement, she realized he was likely fretting over potential fallout from her invitation to claim her unbound.

"Hey, I know what you're thinking, bro. Don't worry, it won't become a problem between us, even if we become a couple openly."

Those words from Amara jolted Oliver from his reverie, and he gazed at her with bewilderment.

"What? How...? I don't get it."

"Simple. I talked to Mom and Dad about it before I came here. About creating a new identity, where I'm adopted into their family instead of born into it. A new history that can make you and me become legal lovers without worry."

Wrapping her arms around Oliver, Amara beamed a supportive smile. Her eyes gleamed like stunning sapphires.

Those captivating eyes, brimming with affection, yearning, and optimism, left Oliver helpless against the urge to kiss her anew.

Once their mouths parted, Oliver cradled Amara's face in his hands and stroked her cheeks softly. "That means we'll be together for the rest of our lives, won't we?"

Amara nodded, her cheeks flushing pink. "Of course we will. Forever."

"And what about your boyfriend? Did you break up with him?" Oliver asked, suddenly recalling Amara's existing relationship.

Amara replied calmly to ease his concerns. "Don't worry. We already broke up. But let's not talk about him anymore. I don't care about him since I have already decided to belong to you, my brother, Oliver."

With those final words, they affirmed their promise through a kiss, exchanging a profound, fiery embrace that stole their breath when it ended.

As their tongues intertwined in perfect rhythm, Oliver's mind wandered back to the source of his newfound possessiveness.

'Why? Why am I feeling so much possessiveness? Could it be... because of the effect of the drug?'

Oliver recalled how his grandfather, William, had given him a substance designed to allow impregnation of family members without repercussions.

'Did that drug have this side effect as well?' Oliver thought to himself as he continued kissing Amara, letting her moans drown his senses.

'It could be. After all, it is a drug created for the sole purpose of impregnating the blood-related women. But would the desire be so strong to the point of feeling this intense possessiveness?'

Yet Oliver quickly noted that the drug hadn't sparked the same urge toward his aunt Anna, with whom he'd shared a bed the previous night.

'Hmmm... Too many questions, but not enough clues... Maybe I should ask Grandfather for details, after all.'

Still, now wasn't the moment for pondering causes; rather, they focused on savoring and surrendering to the mutual flames of love, fervor, and craving.