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

Those words caused Amara's heart to race wildly. Trembling under the force of his deep thrusts, her frame quivered, leaving her mind spinning in a haze.

Yet she forced her eyes to stay fixed on his, widening them as her mouth fell open in surprise.

"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.

Her plea ignited a surge of thrill in him, though guilt twisted inside too. He hadn't intended to bind her so tightly. Yet... when she confessed that, jealousy flared up unexpectedly.

It was as if his veins burned with fury, some unseen power seizing control, compelling him to claim Amara as solely his own.

That urge refused to fade. Rather than weakening, it grew fiercer with every relentless thrust into her.

Oliver didn't wish for Amara to believe he was angry, so he bent forward to claim her lips in a fervent kiss.

His embrace blended intensity with gentleness, causing Amara to dissolve beneath his caress.

Their tongues intertwined in a blissful rhythm that enchanted them both.

As Oliver's palms glided over Amara's silky flesh while he consumed her mouth, his movements shifted from raw power to fervent emotion, each press and plunge revealing his inner turmoil.

Amara teetered on the edge of release, relishing the waves of ecstasy flooding her senses.

Every caress.

Every kiss.

The rhythm of his labored breaths.

The softness of his lips.

The flavor of his tongue.

The thrill of his rigid shaft driving into her slick depths.

The heat radiating through her with each surge.

All of it was so intoxicating that she surrendered completely to the rapture consuming her thoughts.

She let out a sharp cry as climax hit her fiercely, her form shuddering in the grip of that intense peak.

Before Amara could catch her breath from the high, Oliver unleashed within her too, flooding her core with his scorching seed.

Her inner muscles clenched around his length, milking him tightly and drawing out a massive flood of dense essence into her, sparking another wave of ecstasy right on the heels of 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 filled the chamber, mingling with Oliver's harsh gasps.

For a few lingering instants, their forms stayed still. No words passed between them, each immersed in their private haze of delight.

The quiet shattered as Amara's eyes fluttered open and she murmured.

"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 member 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?"

His words drew a light giggle from Amara. "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 earnest expression, Amara ran her fingers through his hair and whispered, "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."

Oliver's face lit up with a warm smile at his sister's tender action and heartfelt words. It melted his heart, surging him with pure joy and contentment.

Suddenly, though, he snapped to the reality that this wasn't proper. Amara remained his sister, no matter what.

Despite knowing her affection matched his own, Oliver sensed they couldn't push their bond past the privacy of their intimate space.

Otherwise, chaos would erupt, turning into a massive scandal.

Not only for them, but his rising position and their blood ties would shatter their family's world.

When Amara caught his smile dim and the happiness drain from his gaze, she furrowed her brow, puzzled by his sudden shift.

Reflecting on her earlier words, she realized he must be fretting over the risks of her invitation to claim her without bounds.

"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."

At Amara's declaration, Oliver shook off his reverie and gazed at her, bewildered.

"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."

Amara beamed an uplifting grin as she encircled Oliver with her arms. Her eyes gleamed like stunning sapphires.

And those radiant eyes brimming with affection, yearning, and optimism left Oliver powerless against the pull to kiss her anew.

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

Amara nodded and flushed pink. "Of course we will. Forever."

"And what about your boyfriend? Did you break up with him?" Oliver asked, suddenly recalling that Amara already has a boyfriend.

However, Amara responded with a reassuring tone. "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."

And with that said, the two of them sealed their vow with a kiss, sharing a deep, passionate kiss that left them both breathless afterward.

And as their tongues danced together in harmony, Oliver couldn't help but think about the reason why he started feeling so possessive.

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

Oliver remembered how his grandfather, William, administered him a drug that supposedly made him able to impregnate his relatives without consequences.

'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?'

However, Oliver soon realized that it didn't make him want to possess his aunt Anna, who was the one he slept with last night.

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

But then again, this was not the time to think about the reasons; instead, the two of them would make sure to enjoy and indulge themselves in the desire of each other's love, passion, and lust.