NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 280 280: Hidden Desires and Instincts?

After wrapping up their cleaning and slipping back into clothes, Mia and Amara headed down the stairs, but Oliver lingered in his bedroom to chase down the explanations he needed from his grandfather.

In the end, he needed to ensure that the trigger for his earlier outburst could be sidestepped moving forward, allowing him to savor his days free from any messes.

As soon as the line clicked on, William jumped in right away, "Oliver! What's up with the call at this hour?"

"Uh, I've got a question to hit you with." Oliver skipped the chit-chat and dove straight in. "Grandpa, wasn't that shot you gave me supposed to let me knock up family members without issues? Yet somehow... it ramped up my possessiveness big time. Any idea why?"

A hush fell over the connection as William held off on replying to Oliver's query.

But moments later, he broke the quiet with a hearty chuckle, "Oh, that... Could be tied to your inner emotions too."

"What? My emotions?"

"Listen, the formula pulls out buried cravings and impulses from whoever gets the injection."

The revelation left Oliver speechless, prompting a deep furrow in his brow as he wrestled with the info.

"Hold on, hold on... buried cravings and impulses?"

William let out another laugh before pressing on, "Yep. Allow me to break it down more... Society and even nature view incest as forbidden. So usually, those taboo yearnings stay buried deep in every creature."

"That changes for folks dosed with my special brew, though. Its unique effects fully rouse the sleeping incestuous drives in the user's head, letting them burst out at maximum strength."

"Plus, with the other person being someone you cherish, those affections toward your beloved get boosted too. No surprise, then, that you're hit with such fierce possessive drives."

Oliver stayed quiet for a bit, mulling over his grandfather's words.

It rang true.

No question he adored his mom and sister beyond measure, so yeah, he craved keeping them all to himself eternally.

The deeper he pondered, the clearer it became that this clinginess had always simmered inside him regarding them.

'It's just... I kept it bottled up. Guilt held me back,' Oliver realized. 'Guilt over wrecking their bonds because of me...'

And that guilt was precisely the barrier, he figured.

Yet once his grandfather administered the shot, all those pent-up emotions broke free, heightened by his devotion to them.

That explained ditching the shame and doubts, surrendering to his raw drives.

Looking back, it hit so straightforward.

"Got it. Appreciate it, Grandpa." Oliver let out a relieved breath.

Shifting to a grave voice, William probed, "Oh, and Oliver, have you hooked up with your aunt yet?"

The query jolted Oliver briefly. He'd anticipated it, just not quite so soon.

"Yep." Oliver chose truth with his grandfather. "Last night... I slept with Aunt Anna. What's the reason for asking?"

"Hahaha!! Outstanding!" William burst out in joy at the news, clearly thrilled for real. "That's my boy!"

A crooked grin tugged at Oliver's mouth seeing his grandfather's delight.

Even discussing his grandson bedding his own daughter, William acted like he was the one gaining massive satisfaction.

Still, given William's poor health, Oliver reasoned he was probably keen on securing the family legacy.

"Alright, Grandpa. Thanks for sorting that out. Stay well."

"Sure thing. You as well. Hit me up if more stuff pops up. Catch you later, Oliver," William wrapped up before ending the call.

Post-chat with William, Oliver's face eased as he sank into his seat, shut his eyes, and drew in a long breath to settle his nerves.

'All good, then. So this clingy and bold streak is just me. No harm in it,' Oliver assured himself. 'Anyway, Amara and Mom should be cool with it. I'll only need to watch how hard I press them.'

With that in mind, Oliver rose and stepped out to link up with the family for morning eats.

Entering the dining area, he spotted just four at the table digging into breakfast: Amara, Mia, his aunt Anna, and dad Adam.

Mia spotted Oliver and beckoned him. "Oliver, come on quick. Breakfast first, then we talk plans."

"Gotcha, Mom." Oliver approached to plant a kiss on his mother's cheek, then shifted to Aunt Anna. He bent close and murmured, "Sorry, Aunt Anna. Training kept me away. I'll make it right later."

Anna blinked in surprise initially, then offered a soft smile. "No need to fret. I bet you were busy elsewhere. But next time..."

Oliver cut her off mid-sentence with a intense, fiery kiss on the spot.

His abrupt move stunned Anna. But she quickly warmed to it, pulling him deeper into the lock.

Their tongues danced wildly in a scorching clash, sealing their mouths tight, refusing to break apart.

Her lush, full chest grazed his solid torso as their forms molded together.

Finally, the kiss broke, and he drew back from his aunt, leaving her visibly frustrated and let down.

"Umm... Time to dig in together?" Oliver shot Anna a playful smirk, fully aware of her stirred-up state post-kiss.

Anna exhaled inwardly and answered with a light smile, "Naturally."

From the sidelines, Adam observed the whole scene and shook his head. "Kid's turning bold and forward, huh. Kissing his aunt right there... Guess he takes after me."

Catching the remark, Mia rolled her eyes. "Really? Got any clue about your own antics, Adam?"

"What? Absolutely. How do you think I landed you?" Adam beamed smugly at Mia, who snorted and turned back to Oliver.

"Oliver, don't get too cozy with your aunt. She's my sibling, and I know she's no saint. Self-centered, money-hungry, and she'll drain you if you give her the chance."

"__"

Anna held her tongue but swiveled to her elder twin and shot a piercing stare that sent chills down Mia's spine.

Mia refused to yield, firing back an equally fierce glower, sparking a tense stare-down that made the rest squirm.

Noticing the heat rising, Oliver cut in with a firm, quiet command, "Let's just chow down."

Anna and Mia dropped the glares instantly and resumed their plates, pretending the spat never occurred.

Though the clash was over in seconds, it planted a seed of concern in Oliver about their sibling bond ahead, dreading if it might spin out of his grasp.

Yet spotting their smirks aimed his way, he caught on it was mere sibling teasing, and they'd strung him along.

'These two are a handful... Gotta figure out how to rein them in, or they'll keep toying with me...' Oliver mused.

Ultimately, though, he shrugged it off. Such minor spats always spiced things up.