Over the past few months, Leo had been thriving academically, excelling in the school's magnet program.

However, his reputation among classmates was mixed, largely due to a recent fight.

During dinner with his family, the topic inevitably came up.

"Leo, I heard you had a fight with someone after school?" Lilia asked, her voice laced with concern.

Leo nodded, addressing the issue head-on. "Yeah, it was a boy named James. He got mad at me, and I quote, 'for sitting at their table.' When I refused to move, he slapped my food on the floor."

Maes sighed, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Yeah, but you shattered his jaw, and now they're trying to sue us. You really need to learn how to hold back a bit."

Eris quickly jumped to Leo's defense. "But he deserved it, Dad! That little bastard made Leo spend another $15.86 on more food!" she exclaimed passionately.

Lilia placed a hand on Eris's shoulder, trying to calm the situation.

"I understand why you're upset, Eris, but we need to handle these situations carefully," she said gently.

Leo, though unapologetic about defending himself, understood the family's concerns.

"I know I need to manage my reactions better. I just didn't appreciate the disrespect," he admitted, his tone sincere.

Maes nodded, acknowledging Leo's point. "We get it, Leo. Just remember, sometimes it's better to walk away when you can, okay? We don't want you getting into too much trouble."

Leo agreed, knowing they only wanted the best for him. "I'll try to handle it differently next time," he promised.

The conversation shifted, and they continued their meal together, the warmth and support of family helping to ease the tensions of the day.

As Leo continued his dinner, he couldn't help but notice Eris's intense gaze on him.

"Geez, is she trying to burn a hole in the side of my head?" he thought, feeling the weight of her scrutiny.

"What is it, Eris?" he finally asked, unable to ignore her stare any longer.

"Oh, I was just thinking," Eris said, suspicion evident in her voice. "I was wondering who that girl is who keeps trying to talk to you."

Leo paused, confused for a moment until realization hit him. "Oh, yeah... That's just Lishcelle. She's in my class," he replied casually.

Lilia and Maes exchanged amused glances before turning their attention to Leo, smirking knowingly.

Leo noticed their expressions and felt a twinge of annoyance. "Yes... Mom and Dad?" he asked, bracing himself.

Maes leaned back, a playful smile on his face. "Well, she's been quite persistent, hasn't she?"

Leo shrugged, trying to play it cool. "She's slightly annoying, but I just deal with it. I guess she's just trying to be friendly."

Eris, her tone protective despite the teasing nature, suggested, "Then tell her to leave you alone if she's bothering you."

Lilia chimed in with a teasing glint in her eyes, "Well, I don't think it's that big of a deal, Eris. After all, Leo is a very handsome young man."

"Mom... My goodness..." Leo stuttered, embarrassment flooding him as his parents and Eris burst into laughter.

"You have no right to laugh at me, Eris.

You pretty much scare off most guys anyway," Leo retorted playfully, throwing a napkin at her.

Eris caught the napkin and tossed it back with a grin. "Hey! Have some respect for your older sister, darn it! And don't toss that at me!"

"Please, maybe if you showed more decorum like me, I could show you some. But that moment has yet to pass," Leo teased, effortlessly dodging Eris's half-hearted punch.

"Stop using big words, you damn nerd!" Eris exclaimed, charging at him playfully.

Leo laughed, jumping out of his chair and running outside. "Get back here!" Eris shouted, chasing after him with mock fury.

Their playful banter filled the air, turning the evening into one of laughter and camaraderie, a testament to the strong bond they had developed as siblings.

Lilia laughed, her joy infectious. "What's up, babe?" Maes asked, noticing her amusement.

"Look at them and us," Lilia replied, her smile warm and content. "We're a perfect little family now."

Maes nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yeah, if you want to call it that. Now we just need to pay off this kid's parents so we don't end up in court trying to explain how Leo managed to kick someone so fast that no one saw it."

Lilia nudged him playfully. "Oh, hush up, you! Don't act like you never did the same thing. Besides, we're practically rich, so paying off that bully's family shouldn't be too hard."

Maes chuckled but shook his head. "That's not the point. The point is I don't like spending money unnecessarily."

"Cheap ass," Lilia teased, her words light and affectionate.

They watched as Leo and Eris continued their playful chase outside, their laughter echoing into the evening.

Despite the occasional challenges and unexpected situations, their home was filled with love and a sense of belonging that made every moment worthwhile.

Leo and Eris continued their playful chase outside, with Eris determined to catch up.

"Stop running away, damn it! Get back here, Leo!" she yelled, her competitive spirit driving her forward.

"You're too slow," Leo teased, quoting Sonic the Hedgehog with a mischievous grin. "Try and keep up with me now."

As they raced around the yard, Leo couldn't help but marvel at Eris's natural speed.

Man, Eris is pretty fast without any training... he thought. I'm only going around 0.5% of my current speed, and she's able to keep up pretty well.

Despite his advantage, Leo enjoyed the thrill of their game, appreciating the bond they shared.

Eris's determination and tenacity never failed to impress him, and he relished these moments of sibling rivalry that were filled with laughter and lighthearted fun.

Eventually, Eris managed to close the gap, lunging forward with a burst of speed.

"Gotcha!" she exclaimed triumphantly, grabbing his arm.

"Okay, okay, you got me," Leo laughed, slowing to a stop as she caught her breath.

The evening air was filled with their laughter, a testament to the joy and camaraderie that defined their relationship.

"But you're breathing the wrong way while running, Eris," Leo pointed out, noticing her heavy breaths.

Eris looked puzzled. "What do you mean? And why aren't you as tired as me?"

Leo explained, "Breathing out through your nose while running is beneficial for several reasons. It warms and filters the air, improves breathing efficiency, and can have a calming effect. While intense exercise might require mouth breathing, prioritizing nasal exhalation can enhance overall running performance and comfort."

Eris listened, but the explanation seemed a bit complex.

Leo quickly simplified it for her. "Basically, try to breathe out through your nose when you run. But if it gets too hard, it's okay to use your mouth."

"Got it," Eris nodded, appreciating the straightforward advice. "I'll give it a try next time."

Leo smiled, glad to share a tip that might help her. "You'll get used to it. Just practice a bit."

They resumed their playful banter, with Eris determined to improve and Leo ready to offer guidance whenever she needed it.

They resumed their playful chase when suddenly Eris slipped on a wet patch of grass from the yard being watered.

Leo, with his quick reflexes, dashed forward and caught her just before she hit the ground, holding her securely in his arms.

"You okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he looked down at her.

Eris blushed slightly, feeling a bit like a princess being carried by a knight.

But then she noticed something on her chest and looked down to see one of Leo's hands resting on her breast.

"Leo..." she said softly, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.

Leo, confused at first, realized where his hand was when Eris let out a surprised squeal.

"What the..?" he thought, quickly moving his hand away as embarrassment flooded his face.

"Oh, geez! Eris, I'm—" he began to apologize but was cut off as he had to dodge one of her punches.

"You perv!!!" she shouted, both embarrassed and angry, as she continued to swing at him while still in his arms.

"Hold up, damn it! At least let me put you down first!" Leo pleaded, trying to dodge her hits without dropping her.

"Perverted little brother!!! Die!!" she yelled, her embarrassment turning into playful aggression.

Leo quickly but gently set her down and tried to step back, but Eris was already chasing after him again.

"Eris! It was a simple mistake, calm down!" he said, trying to reason with her as he dodged her attempts to land another punch.

Their playful chaos continued, with Leo trying to escape Eris's wrath while also trying to explain himself, and Eris, despite her anger, unable to suppress a laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

A few weeks later, Leo sat in the living room, effortlessly dominating everyone in "Call of Duty: Ghosts."

His skill was evident as he went on a 30-kill streak, prompting disbelief from other players.

"Bro! How TF is this kid going on a 30 kill streak!?" one player exclaimed.

"On my life, this little nigga is using aim bot! He's only died five times, cheating his ass off man, and what's with his gamertag 'I-Alone-AM-Worthy-Of-Honor!?'" another player added, frustration evident.

Having experienced real-life situations where he had to dodge bullets, Leo found the game relatively easy. "This is pretty boring," he thought, reflecting on how he could literally dodge real bullets. "I wonder how people can find this enjoyable?"

Eris walked into the room and plopped down next to him.

"God damn, Leo, you could have at least gone easy on them. They were practically peasants to you in the game," she teased.

"I was," Leo replied with a sigh. "The only people who killed me were actual no-lives who were somewhat decent. I don't understand the appeal of video games; they're not really that challenging."

Eris giggled at his nonchalance. "Maybe you're just too good at them all?" she suggested, nudging him playfully.

Leo smirked, appreciating her humor. "Maybe. Or maybe I need to find something more challenging," he mused, considering what might truly test his skills and keep him engaged.

Eris blushed slightly, gathering her courage before speaking. "Well... I think I have a challenge for you."

Leo paused his game, intrigued. "What's up?" he asked.

"Well... Have you ever kissed someone before?" Eris asked, flustered.

Leo shook his head, unfazed. "No, but I don't get the hype about it. I mean, you know you're not born with the germs that cause cavities, right?"

Eris looked surprised. "Really!?"

"Yeah," Leo nodded. "I only have a toothbrush just in case I get it from someone." He resumed his game. "And kissing can also give you herpes and lots of nasty stuff. It's overrated if you ask me."

Eris seemed a bit disappointed. "Yeah... I guess you're right."

Noticing her disappointment, Leo paused again. "Why do you ask?"

Eris blushed harder, avoiding his gaze. "I... wanted to know if... you were willing to practice kissing with me."

Leo looked dumbfounded by the suggestion. "Why..?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Don't look at me like that, dummy!" Eris exclaimed, flustered. "I'm just saying... it's for practice, just in case we both find the right one someday. Nothing else!"

Leo hesitated, remembering his earlier points. "Yeah, but didn't you just hear what I—" he began, but stopped when he saw Eris's determined and slightly angry expression.

"Ok! Ok, just chill out, okay?" he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm not assuming you have any of that... The germs that cause cavities might be a problem, but other than that..."

Eris relaxed a bit, grateful he was considering it.

Leo, though still bewildered, realized that perhaps this was more about trust and comfort between them, and less about the practicalities he often focused on.

"But... I don't think siblings normally practice kissing with each other," Leo pointed out, acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation.

Eris quickly responded, "Duh! That would be gross. We're family, yeah, but at the end of the day, we're not blood-related. So it should be alright... logically."

Leo considered her point, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

On one hand, the idea did feel unconventional and a bit uncomfortable given their sibling-like relationship.

On the other hand, he understood Eris's rationale and the fact that they weren't bound by blood.

He thought about the trust they shared and how they had always been able to rely on each other.

"Well, I guess if it's just for practice and we're both okay with it, then maybe it's not a big deal," he said cautiously, still trying to wrap his head around the idea.

Eris nodded, her blush still present but her expression hopeful. "Exactly, just for practice," she reiterated, grateful for his understanding.

Leo sighed, still a bit unsure but willing to consider her perspective. "Alright, but let's not make it weird, okay?" he said with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Eris laughed softly, "Deal. No weirdness," she promised, feeling relieved by his openness.

Eris scooted closer, wrapping her arms around Leo's neck, while he sat there, unsure and shy, not knowing where to place his hands.

"So, uh... Where do I put my hands?" Leo asked, looking a bit lost.

Eris sighed softly but couldn't help giggling at his innocence.

"You being naïve and innocent is actually pretty cute, Leo," she said, guiding his hands to her hips. Once again, she wrapped her arms around his neck, settling into the moment.

As Leo held her, he noticed how strong yet soft his hands felt on her hips.

She feels so soft... like I could break her if I'm too rough... he thought, a mix of protectiveness and admiration filling his mind.

He also caught a whiff of her perfume, which added to the sensory experience. She smells incredible too...

For Eris, the feeling of Leo's hands was both comforting and exciting.

His hands are... so strong yet soft at the same time, she mused, feeling a sense of security and warmth.

In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their shared bubble of trust and exploration.

They held each other quietly for a moment, but Leo noticed Eris pouting at him. "What's up with your face?" he asked, puzzled.

"Aren't you going to make the first move, Leo?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"This is your idea, so why would I do that? Not like I want to start brushing my teeth from now on," Leo joked, still hesitant.

Eris wrapped her arms more tightly around him, signaling that she was serious.

Leo sighed, feeling cornered. "Geez, you're such a bully," he muttered, leaning in to kiss her.

But just as he was about to, Eris leaned back slightly and placed a finger on his lips.

"You're supposed to do it with your eyes closed. I know you've seen Mom and Dad do it all the time," she pointed out.

"I don't know why that's releva—" Leo began, but was cut off when Eris pinched his lips together.

"If we're going to practice, do it right the first time," she insisted, a mix of annoyance and affection in her voice.

Leo's intelligence and straightforwardness often exasperated her, but it was also what she found so appealing—an intriguing paradox that drew her to him.

"Fine... Now let go of my lips," Leo said, his words muffled by her grip.

Eris giggled and released his lips, waiting patiently for him to try again.

With a resigned sigh, Leo closed his eyes, ready to give it another shot, knowing that despite everything, he trusted Eris completely.

Leo leaned in and kissed Eris gently, careful to ensure he was doing it right.

Eris let out a small whimper, shy and a bit hesitant, but she kissed him back, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Oh God... we're actually kissing. I can't believe he actually believed me about the 'practice kissing' crap... This is actually what I imagined it would be, Eris thought as she kissed him, feeling a rush of emotions.

What Eris didn't realize was that Leo knew it was a lie all along.

His unique ability to discern truth from lies through conversation had tipped him off.

By understanding people's patterns and asking the right questions, Leo could establish a baseline that helped him detect deceit, even without knowing specific lying tells.

He had allowed this moment to happen out of curiosity and a desire to understand Eris better.

As they kissed, Leo found himself appreciating the sincerity of the moment, recognizing Eris's genuine feelings despite the pretense.

As they continued kissing, Leo noticed Eris's kisses becoming more passionate, which caught him by surprise.

He opened his eyes, perplexed by the sudden intensity. What the? Where did this come from? he wondered, feeling Eris press her body closer to his.

Meanwhile, Eris was equally bewildered by her own reactions.

Geez... What's going on with me? Why does kissing him feel so good...? she thought, finding herself more engaged as she used her tongue.

Unbeknownst to both of them, Leo had a rare genetic mutation that caused his oxytocin receptors to be overly active.

These receptors, which are like special locks on cells, were hypersensitive in Leo's case, responding strongly even to small amounts of oxytocin.

Additionally, Leo's body produced unusually high levels of oxytocin, especially during moments of intimacy like kissing.

This extra oxytocin could be transferred through saliva, intensifying the emotional and physical connection between them.

As a result, Eris was unknowingly experiencing a heightened rush of oxytocin, making the kiss feel extraordinarily good and emotionally bonding.

This unique biological interaction added an unexpected layer to their moment, creating a profound and intoxicating experience for both of them.

Eris pushed Leo down onto the couch, straddling him as their kiss grew more fervent.

Both of them felt the intensity of the moment escalating beyond what they had anticipated.

I need to stop her; this is getting a little out of hand, Leo thought, trying to regain control of the situation.

I need to control myself before I do something too drastic, Eris thought, equally aware of how far things were going.

Despite their inner dialogues urging restraint, their bodies seemed to have a will of their own, refusing to heed their minds' commands.

They felt a powerful connection that was difficult to break, driven by a flood of sensations neither fully understood.

Leo's hands, moving almost of their own accord, gently traced Eris's curves, eliciting a soft moan from her.

No! Stop that! It's not me! Leo internally shouted, surprised by his own actions.

Eris, struggling to voice her need to pause, found herself saying, "That feels nice..." instead of urging them to stop.

The disconnect between their thoughts and actions was confusing and overwhelming.

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, they both realized they needed to find a way to regain control and slow things down, despite the magnetic pull they felt towards each other.

It was a moment of vulnerability and discovery, both thrilling and daunting.

Eris broke the kiss, leaving a delicate chain of saliva between them as she instinctively began to grind against Leo, seeking friction and closeness.

God... I want him so bad right now, she thought, overwhelmed by the intensity of her desire.

Leo, caught in a similar storm of emotions, felt the primal urge pulling at him.

Damn it... I really should stop her, but... I don't want to at the same time, he thought, conflicted between his sense of responsibility and the powerful attraction he felt.

Despite the intensity of the moment, both Eris and Leo knew they needed to find a way to slow down and reassess the situation.

The overwhelming emotions they were experiencing were new and unexpected, and they needed to ensure they were both comfortable and ready for whatever steps they chose to take next.

Just as things were heating up, Leo heard the unmistakable sound of tires braking outside the house.

Recognizing the sound of their parents' car returning from their date, he sprang into action without a moment's hesitation.

Quickly, he pushed Eris off him, cutting through the haze of desire with a sharp focus on the immediate need for discretion.

Before she could voice her confusion, Leo picked her up and whisked her upstairs, depositing her safely in her room.

"Leo, what is—" she began, but Leo interrupted, urgency in his voice.

"Mom and Dad are home. Just roll with it," he said, shutting the door behind him.

"Oh..." Eris muttered to herself, feeling a wave of relief mixed with gratitude that Leo had the presence of mind to react quickly.

Leo slid down the arm rail with practiced ease, landing lightly on the ground before heading to the living room.

He plopped down on the couch, grabbing his PS4 controller to start playing a game, adopting an air of casual nonchalance just in time as the front door opened.

As their parents stepped inside, they found Leo seemingly absorbed in his game, the epitome of a relaxed evening at home.

The quick thinking and swift actions had saved them from an awkward situation, and Leo silently thanked his instincts for kicking in just in time.

In the days following the incident, Eris found herself navigating a sea of awkwardness whenever she was around Leo.

The memory of their intense moment lingered in her mind, making her feel self-conscious and unsure of how to interact with him.

Leo, on the other hand, maintained an impeccable poker face, behaving as if nothing had happened.

His calm demeanor and ability to act naturally helped ease some of the tension, though Eris couldn't help but feel a bit envious of his composure.

Whenever they were together, whether it was during meals, watching TV, or just passing by each other in the hallway, Leo's casual demeanor provided a sense of normalcy.

He seemed genuinely unfazed, which helped Eris gradually relax, though she often wondered if he was truly unaffected or simply really good at hiding his feelings.

Despite the initial awkwardness, their bond remained strong.

Over time, Eris began to appreciate Leo's ability to keep things light and steady, which eventually helped her feel more comfortable and less awkward about their shared experience.

As they walked home from school, Eris couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer.

"You're acting pretty chill despite what happened. Mind explaining?" she asked, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

Leo paused, considering his response carefully. "It was a lack of judgment on both our parts," he began, his tone thoughtful. "But it was a mistake that shouldn't have happened. We are foster siblings, and... I'm not sure what to feel about it."

Eris looked down, fiddling with her fingers, before mustering the courage to look up at Leo again.

Her cheeks were flushed with a soft blush as she asked quietly, "Do you regret it?"

Leo stopped walking for a moment, taking in her question and the vulnerability behind it.

"I don't regret it," he admitted, choosing his words with care. "It was unexpected, but it was also real. It made me think about things I hadn't considered before. I just want to make sure we're both okay with where we stand and what this means for us."

Eris felt a mix of relief and confusion at his honesty.

She appreciated that he didn't dismiss their experience and was willing to address the complexity of their situation.

"So..." Eris began, looking up at Leo with a hint of nervousness mixed with anticipation.

"You wouldn't mind if we kissed again? Because..." She trailed off, gently rubbing her hand on his chest, an unspoken invitation lingering in the air. "I'm pretty sure that you know I lied."

Leo looked down at her, processing her words and the sincerity behind them.

He could see the honesty in her eyes, the vulnerability she was willing to share. "I... wouldn't oppose it," he replied, a soft smile playing on his lips.

The tension between them shifted, transforming into a palpable sense of understanding and mutual desire.

It was a moment of choice, where both of them acknowledged the complexities of their relationship and the emotions they were navigating.

Leo reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from Eris's face, his touch gentle and reassuring.

They both knew that whatever happened next, it would be with open eyes and open hearts, acknowledging the connection they felt and the new possibilities it brought.

For weeks, Leo and Eris had been diligently caring for the stray cat family, but the time had come to discuss bringing them home permanently.

Their parents, Lilia and Maes, sat across from them, considering the responsibility involved.

"Are you guys sure you're willing to take care of all of them? That's a lot of responsibility," Lilia said, using "we" to include both of them but subtly acknowledging Leo's reputation for responsibility.

"Yes, Mom! We've already fed, washed, and ensured they had their shots. But..." Eris glanced at Leo with a frown. "Someone wants them to get neutered!"

Leo rolled his eyes, trying to inject some logic into the discussion. "It's to prevent them from marking everything in the house. Plus, they get really loud at night with all their noises."

Eris wasn't having it. "I don't see you wanting to get your nuts cut off!" she exclaimed.

Leo, ever the pragmatist, replied, "That's because I'm not going to follow my instincts and sleep with my blood sister. Cats don't have the capacity to think like humans in that regard."

"Stop using your big vocabulary on me! You know I can't keep up with that nonsense!" Eris yelled, growing frustrated.

Leo shrugged nonchalantly. "Then that's your problem. Lishcelle can, why can't you?"

Eris swung at him a few times in frustration, but Leo easily dodged her playful hits.

Maes stepped in to de-escalate the situation. "Alright, Eris! Calm down," he said soothingly, as Eris pouted and crossed her arms.

Seeing the passion from both sides, Maes suggested, "I know you two are pretty passionate about the subject. So, how about we make a little compromise?"

This proposal caught their attention, and both Leo and Eris paused to hear what their parents had in mind, ready to find a middle ground that would allow them to welcome the cats into their home while addressing both of their concerns.

Maes addressed Eris with a gentle tone, "Eris, we would need to have all the cats spayed if they are to stay here. But I can check if anyone is interested in breeding them once they're of age."

He then turned to Leo, acknowledging the situation. "I know it seems like we're jumping through unnecessary hoops, Leo, but it'll make her happy. Can you compromise with that?"

Leo and Eris exchanged a look, each considering the other's perspective.

After a moment, Leo nodded, understanding the importance of finding a balance. "Yeah, that's a reasonable request," he agreed.

Eris's face lit up with joy at his acceptance, and she jumped up to hug him tightly.

Her excitement was contagious, and Leo couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.

It was a moment of harmony, where both siblings found common ground, ensuring the well-being of the cats while respecting each other's feelings.

Their parents watched the interaction with warmth, pleased to see Leo and Eris working together and finding a solution that worked for everyone.

Lilia couldn't help but tease Maes, "Looks like you have good negotiator skills. I wonder why your job is being a carpenter and not a cop?"

Maes pulled her closer, a playful glint in his eyes. "Because I'm good with my hands," he replied seductively, adding a wink for effect.

Lilia giggled, rubbing his chest affectionately. "Mmm, you sure are," she replied in a flirtatious tone, enjoying their little moment.

Their playful banter was interrupted when they noticed Leo watching them with a blank expression, his face clearly saying, "Yeah, I can still hear you."

"God damn it! He has ears like a greater wax moth!" Maes exclaimed in mock frustration.

Lilia chuckled, finding her husband's exasperation amusing. "That's why we go out for some 'alone time,'" she said with a giggle, clearly entertained by the situation.

Leo just rolled his eyes, used to his parents' playful antics, while Eris stifled a laugh, finding the exchange between their parents endearing.

Eris eagerly approached her parents, her excitement bubbling over. "Oh, I have to show you all the pictures we took of them!" she exclaimed. "We even bought them all cat collars with name tags!"

She pulled out her phone, proudly displaying a picture of the five cats. "The mom is a classy tabby, and we call her 'Madam Mama.' And the kittens are a mix of classy tabby and ticked tabby. We named the three boys Tiger, Oliver, and the last one Leo because he acts just like him. So stoic but loves all the attention."

Her parents chuckled at the description, clearly amused by the likeness.

Leo, overhearing the comment about his namesake, simply rolled his eyes, though a hint of a smile played on his lips.

"And the girls are Misty and Daisy," Eris continued, pointing out each kitten in the photo.

Her parents admired the pictures, clearly delighted by the names and the effort Eris and Leo had put into caring for the cat family.

It was heartwarming to see the bond growing not just between Eris, Leo, and the cats, but also within the family as they shared in the joy and responsibility of their new furry friends.

The next day, Leo and Eris made their way to the bush where the cat family had been staying.

Eris was practically bouncing with excitement. "Ohh! I'm so excited! We get to have a little pet family of our own!" she exclaimed, her smile wide and infectious.

Leo nodded, a bit more reserved but equally pleased. "Yeah, I never had a pet before myself... so this could be nice," he admitted, sharing in her enthusiasm.

Eris turned to him, a teasing glint in her eye. "You're pretty good at taking care of them. Like a natural provider," she complimented.

Leo shrugged modestly, trying to play it cool. "Well, I just might be... might be. But that's a surprise to me, honestly."

Eris then stood on her tiptoes and gave Leo a quick kiss, surprising him. "You know, Leo, you are too humble at times," she said playfully, poking his nose. "But... that's what makes you cute."

She continued walking, leaving Leo momentarily flustered but amused.

As he caught up with her, he remarked, "You really need to not do that in public; there are eyes and ears everywhere."

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Eris laughed lightly, clearly unfazed. "Maybe, but I can't help it," she said with a wink.

Their playful exchange highlighted the growing closeness between them, strengthened by their shared experiences and mutual care for their new furry family.

As Leo and Eris walked, they noticed a group of teenagers, slightly older than them, dressed in a way that suggested they might be part of a gang.

The group stepped in front of them, and the leader, with a cocky demeanor, wrapped an arm around Eris.

"Damn girl, you're fine as hell," he said. "How about you ditch this loser and come party with us."

Leo remained calm, assessing the situation. "Oh boy, that guy is playing with fire," he thought to himself, recognizing Eris's fiery nature.

Eris quickly removed the leader's arm. "No thanks, I'm not interested," she replied bluntly, making her stance clear.

Leo backed her up, saying, "Yeah, you guys heard her reply," as he moved to her side.

However, the situation escalated when one of the guys pulled a gun, pressing it to Leo's head.

"Oh nah, little nigga, don't be acting like a hero. Unless you want me to put you in a shirt," Goon #1 taunted.

Goon #2 chimed in, egging his friend on. "Talk to him, twin."

The leader reiterated with a smug tone, "I wasn't asking for permission, sweetheart. I'm telling you."

This unexpected threat created a tense atmosphere, and Leo had to think quickly about how to handle the situation without escalating it further.

Leo and Eris exchanged a knowing glance, silently communicating their plan.

In a swift and coordinated move, Leo disassembled the first goon's gun with impressive speed, rendering it useless before delivering a solid punch to his face.

The leader and the second goon were taken aback by Leo's quick action.

As the leader reached for his own weapon, Eris swiftly intervened, delivering a powerful kick to his groin.

As he bent over in pain, she seized the opportunity to grab him by the back of the head and deliver a sharp knee to his nose, incapacitating him further.

The last goon, witnessing how quickly and effectively his friends were taken down, was left trembling on the ground, overwhelmed by fear and the unexpected turn of events.

Leo and Eris stood ready, having turned the tables with their quick thinking and teamwork, clearly demonstrating that they were not to be underestimated.

"I knew you would love Kajukenbo, Eris," Leo said with a grin, clearly proud of their teamwork and her quick reflexes. "Glad that my teaching rubbed off."

Eris flashed him a triumphant smile, still catching her breath from the encounter.

"Yeah, well, it seems like all those lessons really paid off," she replied, appreciating the skills she had learned from him.

As the teenagers scrambled away, Leo and Eris decided not to involve the police, confident that the gang had learned their lesson.

However, when they reached the bush where the cats had been, they were startled to find it empty.

"Where did they go? You think they left, Leo?" Eris asked, confusion and concern etched on her face.

Leo felt a sharp pain in his head, an ominous sign that something was wrong.

"No... It can't be..." he thought, his mind racing as he followed the throbbing sensation.

Eris, puzzled by Leo's sudden tension, followed him to a nearby abandoned tool shed.

When Leo opened the door, his expression shifted to shock and horror.

Before Eris could see inside, he quickly covered her eyes.

"Hey, Leo, let me go! What did you see?" she demanded, trying to push his hands away.

Leo, striving to be gentle yet firm, whispered, "I found them, Eris... I found them..." His voice carried a weight of sorrow, and Eris understood immediately, struggling more desperately to see.

"Eris, stop..." Leo said firmly, trying to shield her from the gruesome sight.

But as the realization sank in, Eris's resistance crumbled, and she fell into Leo's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Leo held her tightly, his own heart heavy with grief as he looked back at the tragic scene in the shed—finding all the cats brutally murdered.

After the heartbreaking discovery, Eris and Leo, along with their parents Lilia and Maes, took the time to bury the cats, each with a handmade tombstone as a tribute to their short-lived lives.

Lilia stayed close to Eris, offering comfort and a shoulder to lean on in her grief.

Meanwhile, Leo and Maes stood by the graves, the weight of the moment hanging heavily in the air.

Maes observed Leo, noticing his outward calm despite the circumstances, but felt compelled to ask, "Are you angry?"

Leo turned to him, pondering the question.

"Is that what this uncomfortable feeling in my stomach and rapid heartbeat is?" he replied, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling within him.

Maes nodded, understanding that anger can manifest in many ways, especially when dealing with such a senseless loss.

"Yeah, it sounds like it," he agreed. "It's okay to feel that way. What happened was unfair and cruel."

Leo took a deep breath, grateful for Maes's presence and insight.

While the anger and sadness mixed within him, he knew he had the support of his family to navigate through the pain.

Leo stood by the graves, his mind racing with unsettling thoughts as he reflected on the loss.

"All of their collars were gone, Dad," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief and anger. "Madam Mama, Tiger, Oliver, Leo's... even Misty and Daisy..."

Maes looked at him, puzzled by the significance of this detail. "What are you trying to say?" he asked, sensing there was more to Leo's observation.

Leo took a deep breath, piecing together the troubling conclusion. "I'm saying, whoever killed them took all of their collars as trophies."

The realization of this sinister act added another layer to their grief.

It wasn't just a random act of violence; it was deliberate and calculated.

The thought that someone would commit such cruelty and then take the collars as souvenirs was deeply disturbing.

Maes understood the gravity of what Leo was suggesting, and it further fueled his determination to find justice for the cats.

The situation was more than just a tragic loss; it was a call to action to ensure that such cruelty wouldn't go unanswered.

Maes looked at Leo with a steady gaze. "Leo, I might not be able to stop you if you go out to do whatever you have planned, but I'm not going to. Just don't kill them; turn them into the police." The earnestness in his voice was clear, and Leo nodded, understanding the importance of justice without further violence.

"I won't kill them, but I will put them in the hospital for a while," Leo thought to himself, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.

Days passed, and as Leo was walking home from the library, he was approached by an all-black limousine.

The window rolled down, revealing a well-dressed black man with a bald head, wearing an all-yellow suit. His build was impressive, bulky and strong.

"Leo the Hollow, yes?" the man asked.

Leo chose to ignore him and continued walking.

A white man with blond hair, dressed in a black suit, exited the car and stood in his path. "I know you heard him talking to you, boy," the bodyguard said aggressively.

Leo simply walked around him, unfazed. The man in the yellow suit, observing this, cautioned his companion, "Careful, Bulletlock. I suggest you mind your manners. After all, he did take down a whole cartel by himself."

Bulletlock, ignoring the warning, grabbed Leo's shoulder.

Instinctively, Leo used a Tai Otoshi move, deftly slamming Bulletlock to the ground and pinning him with his foot

"I'm not in the mood for any of your games," Leo said bluntly.

Despite his efforts, Bulletlock couldn't budge Leo's foot. "Why is he so heavy!?" he thought, reaching for his gun.

"Enough!" the man in the yellow suit intervened. "Bulletlock, I told you we just want to talk to the boy. Now put it together before you end up getting yourself killed." He turned to Leo with a sincere expression. "I'm sorry about him; he's a hothead. May you please come inside my limo? At least let me drop you off one block away from your house. It's about 10 minutes."

Leo was skeptical. "How do you know where I live?" he asked.

"In the underworld, everybody knows where everybody lives. Being part of the International Hotel, we're not allowed to attack where you sleep," the man explained, his tone apologetic and polite.

Leo weighed his options, curious yet cautious about the offer and the unexpected encounter with these enigmatic figures.

A moment later, Leo found himself seated in the limousine, maintaining a safe distance from Mr. King and Bulletlock.

The atmosphere was tense, especially from Bulletlock, who was still simmering from the earlier confrontation with a seemingly ordinary 13-year-old boy.

"Would you like something to drink, Leo?" Mr. King offered, tapping his feet to reveal a hidden compartment stocked with an assortment of beverages.

"I know you're not of age to drink alcohol, so I have lots of juice and cold drinks. Fanta, Crush, Coke, anything you want," he added, maintaining a polite demeanor.

Sensing no immediate threat, Leo reached for a pineapple Fanta. "Being a suck-up doesn't match your appearance. Get to the point," he said bluntly, cracking open the can.

Mr. King chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I've heard you're more of a to-the-point person," he replied, extending his hand in a gesture of introduction. "Well, Leo, my name is Benjamin Cordelius King, or Mr. King if you prefer to be polite."

Leo crossed his arms, making no move to accept the handshake. "I know who you are, Mr. King, though I do not support what you do. So I respectfully decline to shake your hand," he responded firmly.

Bulletlock, still nursing his bruised ego, interjected, "Your parents never taught you motha fuckin' manners, boy?"

Leo's expression remained unchanged. "No, I was an orphan trained to kill since I was born, but apparently, my parents didn't need to be present to teach me how to control my mouth," he stated calmly.

"Sit yo ass down," Mr. King commanded with authority.

"But I didn't—" Bulletlock started to protest, only to be cut off.

"But that's what you were about to do, and I'm trying to save yo ass from getting killed and cleaning the blood out of my limo. I'm about 5 seconds away from saying 'fuck it,' and what we need is for you to shut the fuck up, you feel me?" Mr. King said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

"Yeah..." Bulletlock muttered under his breath.

"What?" Mr. King pressed, ensuring respect was maintained.

"Yes, Mr. King," Bulletlock responded, this time with more respect and compliance.

Turning his attention back to Leo, Mr. King asked with genuine curiosity, "So tell me, Leo, what do you know about me?"

Leo met his gaze steadily, unfazed by the imposing figure before him.

"You started the gang in the 1990s known as 'The King's Saints,'" he began, recounting what he knew. "It's one of BR's top three gangs, even though you consider yourselves more of a mafia now."

Mr. King nodded, impressed by Leo's knowledge and clarity.

"You're well-informed for someone your age," he acknowledged, his tone a mix of admiration and intrigue.

"I also know that you control the city's prostitution and gambling rings, but you also have a legit business as well—the music company 'A King's Productions,'" Leo continued, his voice steady and assured.

Mr. King observed Leo with a mix of respect and curiosity, impressed by the young boy's depth of understanding and resilience.

"You do research on all criminal empires?" King asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Just the ones that are in the International Hotel membership," Leo replied, his eyes never leaving Mr. King's.

His words carried the weight of someone who understood the complexities of the underworld, despite his young age.

Mr. King chuckled, appreciating the boy's discerning nature. "Smart move," he acknowledged. "Knowing who's who in this world can keep you alive and ahead."

Leo nodded, understanding the value of information and its role in survival.

Though he was still wary of Mr. King's intentions, he recognized the importance of this conversation.

It was rare for someone in Mr. King's position to reach out like this, and Leo was determined to understand why.

"That still doesn't explain why you are here to talk to me," Leo said, cutting straight to the chase.

Mr. King leaned back, contemplating his response. "What I want and what you want are different," he began. "You want to live a normal life, and I want to control all crime in the city."

"And your point?" Leo challenged, unimpressed. "That's what every crime boss wants—total power and control, just like every other tyrant in human history. What makes you so different?"

Mr. King paused, a flicker of past pain crossing his face. "Yes, but I lost my family to gang violence," he admitted. "I joined one for revenge, but I had to reevaluate everything."

He continued, his voice carrying a mix of determination and regret. "We could never stop crime, which people never understood. I want to control it all so I can remove all of this senseless violence on the streets. Robbing old people, selling drugs to children—people no longer respecting the street code that's been established years ago. Hell, throughout all of Louisiana, there's never no gang activity, just individuals trying to make their paper. And now we have these... Bitch ass niggas out here fuckin' up the youngsters by changing shit."

Leo listened, taken aback by Mr. King's perspective. It wasn't the typical crime lord rhetoric of wanting power for power's sake.

There was a twisted sense of order and a desire to restore some form of morality within the chaos.

"So you think by controlling it, you can somehow make it better?" Leo asked, skepticism still evident but with a hint of curiosity.

"Exactly," Mr. King replied. "By controlling it, I can enforce a code, a structure that keeps the violence from spilling over and hurting those who are just trying to live their lives. It's not perfect, but it's better than the chaos we have now."

Leo pondered Mr. King's words, understanding the complex motivations behind his actions but still wary of the path he had chosen.

It was a world of gray, where morality and survival were constantly at odds, and one that Leo was navigating with cautious awareness.

"And what does this have to do with me?" Leo asked, though he sensed there was more to the conversation.

Mr. King's expression shifted, revealing he had anticipated this question.

He reached for a tablet, scrolling through it before handing it to Leo. "Take a look at this," he said, his voice steady but solemn.

Leo pressed play, and his eyes widened in shock and fury as the video revealed gang members torturing and killing the kitten family.

The sheer brutality left him seething with rage, and before he realized, he crushed the tablet in his bare hands, his emotions overpowering his restraint.

"As you can see, the people who killed your cats are part of a gang named the Drags," Mr. King explained, his voice tinged with disgust. "Their initiation process involves killing random animals in the most brutal way possible. The more brutal, the higher the rank you'll achieve."

Mr. King's disdain for the Drags was apparent. "Gangs like these encourage senseless violence against others, for no other reason than to prove they are hard or tough. But all it shows is their ignorance, lack of education, and barbaric nature."

He leaned forward, his gaze meeting Leo's with intensity. "You and I have something in common: we both want the Drags gone. You want revenge for your cats, and I want to rid the streets of their senseless violence. If you help me take out the Drags and La Diablos, you'll have your revenge. Sounds fair?"

Leo considered Mr. King's proposition, feeling the weight of his anger against the Drags.

Despite his reservations about aligning with a crime lord, the chance to avenge the kittens and dismantle a group that thrived on cruelty was tempting.

The offer was fraught with moral implications, but it aligned with his immediate desire for justice.

"Okay... I'm in, but once they are disbanded, we're through," Leo said bluntly, setting clear boundaries for their alliance.

Mr. King smiled, pulling out a medallion with an intricate design.

It featured a skull at the center, entwined with stylized grape vines.

The Latin inscription, "Quod Debitum Sanguine," translated to "The Blood Debt." He tossed the medallion to Leo.

"Can you put your name inside on the left side of the medallion, please?" Mr. King asked.

Leo opened it, seeing "fulfiller" on the left and "owner" on the right. "What the hell is this thing?" he asked, intrigued and slightly wary.

"It's a Marker, Leo," Mr. King explained. "An unbreakable blood oath that symbolizes a dangerous promise. Once you accept my offer, I cut my finger and put my blood on the owner's side. Then, once you fulfill our deal, you can put your blood inside."

As Leo wrote his name, curiosity lingered. "And what happens if I don't fulfill it?" he asked.

Suddenly, a fine mist sprayed over him, and a sharp headache hit.

His instincts screamed danger, prompting him to quickly toss the medallion back, where Bulletlock caught it effortlessly.

"I don't know how you knew, kid, but it's already too late," Bulletlock said.

"What the fuck is up with that marker?!" Leo demanded, his voice edged with urgency.

Mr. King explained calmly, "That perfume was filled with microscopic nanomachines that you just inhaled. Right now, they are on their way to your brain. Don't worry, these rules apply to me as well." He held up one finger. "Dishonoring the marker results in death." He continued with two fingers. "Killing the marker's holder results in your death." Then he raised a third finger. "Running away results in death. Either it's me or you, the nanomachines will shut down our brains on the spot. So you're not the only one who's in danger."

Leo absorbed the gravity of Mr. King's words, realizing the depth of the commitment he had just made.

The stakes were high, binding both of them in a pact that went beyond any ordinary agreement.

They dropped Leo off a block away from his house, and he walked the rest of the way alone, the weight of his new commitment heavy on his shoulders.

He decided not to tell his parents or Eris about the deal he made with Mr. King, wanting to spare them from worry and protect them from the complexities of his involvement.

Over the next year, Leo worked closely with Mr. King, ensuring that their mutual goals were met and that Mr. King stayed true to his word.

Despite his initial doubts, Leo found that the crime rate in the city did decrease, particularly the more violent crimes that had plagued the streets.

Mr. King's approach to enforcing order, while unconventional, proved effective.

He even collaborated with local law enforcement, turning in those who violated the rules he set in place.

This unexpected partnership created a form of pseudo-peace in the city, a fragile balance where crime was still present but more controlled.

Leo's role in this transformation was pivotal.

He remained vigilant, ensuring that Mr. King's power didn't corrupt his intentions.

While the situation was far from ideal, it was a step towards a safer environment for the people he cared about.

The experience taught Leo about the complexities of justice and morality, shaping his understanding of the world in ways he hadn't anticipated.

Four years had passed, and Leo, now 18, was on the brink of starting his final year of high school.

He had grown just an inch taller, standing at six feet, but he wasn't complaining.

Meanwhile, Eris had shot up to 5'9", a fact she often teased him about, enjoying her slight happy to be taller than her mother.

Over the years, Leo had honed his physical abilities through intense, secret training.

He had developed a lean, athletic physique, with muscles that were only noticeable when he flexed.

His physical prowess was nearly on par with his foster mother, Lilia, though her experience still gave her an edge over him.

One evening, with their parents out on another of their date nights, Leo found himself lounging in his room, engrossed in a book.

He was dressed casually in shorts and a T-shirt, enjoying the rare quiet time.

Eris walked in, wearing one of his oversized shirts like a nightgown, a common occurrence in their household.

Leo glanced up from his book, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, finding my wardrobe more appealing than yours again?" he teased lightly, a familiar banter between them.

Eris shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "Your shirts are just so comfy," she replied, plopping down beside him. "Besides, you have way more of them than you need."

They settled into a comfortable silence, the bond between them strong and enduring.

Despite the secrets Leo kept about his past dealings, his relationship with Eris remained a constant in his life, a source of support and understanding.

Eris played with her hair, glancing at Leo, who was absorbed in his book and sipping sun tea.

Her thoughts wandered as she noticed how much Leo had grown over the years, realizing he had become quite attractive.

She blushed slightly, feeling the object in her pocket and hoping Leo would be receptive to what she was about to ask.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke up, "Say, Leo..." Her voice carried a hint of shyness.

Leo glanced at her, still holding his drink.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked bluntly, catching Leo off guard and nearly making him spit out his tea.

"I'm pretty sure my, uh... private life is not of your concern, Eris," he replied, trying to maintain his composure despite the unexpected question.

Eris, undeterred, moved swiftly, straddling him with a playful yet determined expression.

"Don't give me that evasive answer! Are you a virgin or not?" she demanded, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

"Unless you're not? Being so handsome, girls must be throwing themselves at you, Leo. So you being a virgin at 18 is kinda pathetic," she teased.

Leo remained calm, responding with equal banter. "The same could be said for you, sister. Guys are basically simping over you, and you never let them get close. So you're equally pathetic," he remarked matter-of-factly.

Infuriated, Eris playfully attempted to choke him, though his well-trained neck muscles rendered the gesture futile.

She leaned in closer, trying to assert her dominance. "I don't know how Lishcelle can stand being around you," she quipped.

"You'll just have to ask her," Leo replied, unfazed by her antics.

Their playful exchange was a testament to their close bond, filled with teasing yet underpinned by mutual respect and understanding.

Despite the challenges and secrets in Leo's life, moments like these with Eris provided a sense of normalcy and connection.

"And if I was?" Leo asked casually, testing the waters of their banter.

Eris smiled teasingly, lifting the hem of the oversized shirt to reveal her toned, flat stomach.

"Then I guess we can give each other something that we'll never have back," she replied, her voice playful yet serious.

Leo sat up from the bed, looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Despite their close relationship, this was a significant step, and he wanted to be sure she was sincere.

"I know we're not related, and I’ve always known you liked me, but are you sure about this, Eris?" he asked, his tone gentle and considerate.

Eris looked into his eyes, her expression softening. "I've thought about it, Leo. We've been through so much together, and I trust you more than anyone. But I want to make sure you feel the same way."

Their connection was undeniable, built over years of shared experiences and mutual respect.

This moment was a turning point, one that required honesty and mutual understanding.

She took his large hand and gently placed it on her ample bosom, feeling his fingers sinking into her soft flesh through the thin fabric of her shirt. "I know our relationship is complicated. Mom and Dad adopted you, making us siblings in the eyes of the law. But the feelings I have for you... they're very real."

She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "We may never be able to be together like a normal couple. But at least let me experience pleasure at your hands. Let me become a woman under your touch, Leo. Please..."

Leo understood the gravity of the moment and the decision before him.

Though his knowledge of sex was limited to what he had read in books, having consciously avoided pornography and even masturbation, he felt a profound connection with Eris that compelled him to share this experience with her.

He looked at Eris, seeing the trust and warmth in her eyes, and felt a deep sense of responsibility and care. "Eris," he said softly, "I want this to be special for both of us. I may not know much, but I want to learn and experience it with you."

Her expression softened, a mixture of relief and affection crossing her features.

They both knew that this step would change their relationship, but it felt right in the context of their unique bond.

With a mutual understanding and respect for each other, they embraced the moment, ready to explore this new chapter together.

In the dim light of the room, Leo leaned in and kissed Eris with a passion that surpassed anything they had shared before.

The kiss was deep and consuming, filled with a mix of emotions and desires that had been building between them.

Leo's unique physiology, with its heightened oxytocin effect, intensified the connection, making Eris feel an overwhelming surge of arousal and closeness.

She moaned softly into the kiss, her breath mingling with his as their tongues intertwined in a dance of intimacy and longing.

Her hands clutched the front of his shirt tightly, a silent plea for more, for the closeness and connection they both craved.

In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them wrapped in each other's warmth and affection.

The kiss was more than a physical act; it was an expression of their deep bond, a promise of trust and shared exploration as they ventured into this new and uncharted territory together.

As they shared their passionate embrace, Eris suddenly became aware of something firm pressing against her.

She broke the kiss, her curiosity piqued, and glanced downward.

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight, her cheeks flushing with a mix of nerves and excitement.

"Wow... that's... pretty big, Leo," she remarked, her voice tinged with both nervousness and eagerness.

Leo met her gaze, a shy yet affectionate smile playing on his lips. "I guess that's another thing we’re discovering together," he replied softly, his tone filled with warmth and understanding.

The atmosphere between them was charged with anticipation and mutual curiosity, their bond deepening with each new revelation.

Eris looked at Leo with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed with a deep crimson as she processed his admission.

"You know how big you are?" she asked, her voice a mix of awe and nervousness.

Leo, feeling a bit bashful, rubbed the back of his neck. "8.8... inches," he confessed shyly, his own cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

Her blush deepened as she whispered, "Oh God... that's way bigger than four inches..."

Leo, with his penchant for knowledge, added, "Isn't the uterus only about 3 inches deep?" His innocent query made Eris's face burn hotter, and she reached up to playfully pinch his cheeks in a mix of frustration and affection.

"You did research on that too, pervy...!?" she exclaimed, her voice a blend of anger and flustered amusement.

"It was purely for research..." Leo replied sincerely, his earnestness shining through despite the situation.

The exchange, filled with teasing and genuine curiosity, highlighted the unique blend of awkwardness and affection that defined their relationship.

Despite the playful tension, there was an underlying respect and understanding, making their exploration both tender and deeply personal.

Eris playfully called him her "pervy little brother" as she slipped off her oversized T-shirt, revealing a playful, matching set of cow-printed bra and shorts.

Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and vulnerability, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Like what you see, Leo?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper filled with a blend of confidence and anticipation.

Leo's gaze swept over her, taking in the sight with a sense of wonder and appreciation.

"You look beautiful, Eris," he replied, his voice soft and sincere, filled with admiration and affection.

Eris's voice carried a hint of vulnerability as she spoke, recalling the teasing nickname, "Well... people always called me 'cow tits' so..." With a mixture of boldness and tenderness, she slipped off her bra, revealing herself more fully to Leo.

"Guess I'll be yours tonight, Leo~" she added, her voice a soft, inviting whisper.

Leo's heart swelled with affection and gratitude for the trust she was placing in him.

He looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with admiration and warmth. "Eris, you're more than beautiful to me," he replied, his voice gentle and sincere, wanting her to feel cherished and appreciated for who she truly was.

As Leo's hands gently massaged Eris's breasts, her soft moans filled the room, creating a symphony of shared intimacy and trust.

"It's weird how you can be so sweet while still holding a blank face..." she murmured, her voice breathless yet filled with affection.

Leo, captivated by the way her body responded to his touch, couldn't help but be fascinated.

The books he had read described such reactions, but experiencing it firsthand was a revelation.

As he tenderly played with her nipples, he noticed how sensitive they were, drawing louder moans from Eris's lips.

Her teasing words brought a shy smile to his face.

"You must have been lying about not watching... porn," she jested, though she knew the truth of his honest curiosity.

Leo chuckled softly, his eyes meeting hers with genuine warmth.

"I swear I haven't," he reassured her, his tone filled with both sincerity and a hint of playful defensiveness. "I guess I'm just learning fast."

Their shared laughter, mingling with the tender exploration of each other's bodies, wrapped them in a cocoon of affection and discovery.

Eris shifted her position, getting between Leo's legs with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Well, guess it's my turn..." she announced with a teasing lilt in her voice, her hands moving to grasp the waistband of his shorts.

As she pulled them down, revealing him fully, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

Her gaze was captivated by the sight before her, and she couldn't help but express her awe.

"Yeah... never seen a dick this big... at least in person, Jesus..." she murmured, a mix of surprise and admiration coloring her words.

Leo watched her reaction with a blend of shyness and anticipation, feeling both vulnerable and deeply connected in this intimate moment.

Her honest response and the playful, yet sincere atmosphere between them made the experience all the more special.

Eris's eyes widened with surprise and excitement at the sight of Leo's substantial member.

She took a deep breath before leaning closer, her soft, full lips parting to accept just the tip of his erection into the warm cavern of her mouth.

Her hands, delicate yet firm, wrapped around the base to complement her oral ministrations.

Her tongue danced around the sensitive head, tasting the faint saltiness of his precum.

Despite her initial reaction to the taste, a part of her was drawn in, her curiosity and desire urging her to continue.

Her eyes met his, filled with a blend of determination and affection, as she worked to take in as much of him as she could, her hands skillfully attending to what her mouth couldn't.

Leo's head tilted back, eyes closed as he let out a soft moan.

"Oh Geez..." he uttered, his voice barely a whisper amidst the pleasure that coursed through him.

The sight of Eris's dedication and the sensations she was creating sent waves of delight through his body.

Eris, driven by a newfound determination, managed to take in nearly half of Leo's impressive size, her head moving rhythmically without hesitation.

Her confidence and ability left Leo in awe, each motion sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

His mind raced with wonder, "How can she even do this? She must have been practicing with something..." The thought echoed in his mind as he gripped the sheets, his senses overwhelmed by the intense sensations she was creating.

Despite the intensity, there was an underlying grace to her movements.

Her focus and the way she handled him spoke of a deep desire to make this moment special for both of them.

In the warmth of that shared space, their connection deepened, transcending words as they communicated through touch and shared breaths.

Eris sensed Leo's impending climax, feeling him twitch and pulse within her embrace.

With a surge of desire, she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his thickness as she began to bob her head up and down.

Leo's moans echoed through the room, growing louder and more desperate as Eris worked him over with expert skill.

His hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself further into her eager mouth.

"Eris... I'm gonna...!" he gasped, but his warning was cut short as a torrent of hot, sticky seed erupted from his tip.

As he released, Eris felt the warmth and thickness of him filling her mouth, her initial reaction mingling with a strange, newfound craving.

Despite the taste, she was compelled to savor every moment, swallowing with careful, deliberate gulps until she had taken it all in.

She pulled away gently, a soft pop marking the end of their intimate exchange, and she playfully stuck out her tongue, showing him there was no trace left.

"I drank it all for you, Leo..." she said, her voice a blend of teasing pride and genuine affection.

Eris giggled mischievously as she watched Leo's cock twitch and remain rock-hard despite having just unloaded twice.

"Looks like one load wasn't enough to tame this beast, huh?" She purred, running her fingers along his rigid length.

Leo's chest heaved with rapid breaths, his heart pounding in his ears. "Guess not," he managed to say, still reeling from the intensity of their oral encounter.

With a graceful motion, Eris lay down, her body a tempting silhouette against the soft glow of the room.

"Then... I think I can fix that 'little' problem for you, 'bro,'" she teased, her voice a sultry melody that filled the space between them.

Her words were a playful nudge, encouraging him to take the next step.

Leo, understanding her teasing challenge, positioned himself between her legs, his hands gently tracing her curves.

As she wiggled her hips playfully, her eagerness was palpable. "Come on, Leo, don't let me do all of that work. You're the man, take charge," she urged, her voice a blend of encouragement and teasing provocation. "Or are you too beta for that~?"

Her playful taunt sparked something within him, filling him with a mix of excitement and desire.

With a soft, determined smile, he began to slowly remove her shorts, each motion deliberate and filled with anticipation.

As Leo hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Eris's shorts, she lifted her hips to allow him to slide the garment down her thighs.

To his surprise, she wore nothing underneath - her smooth, hairless pussy was fully exposed, glistening with arousal.

Leo's gaze drifted downward, transfixed by the sight of her delicate folds and the enticing promise of her untouched depths.

He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock brushing against her stomach as he teased her with its proximity.

Eris's mind raced with thoughts of the initial discomfort she might feel, but she chose to keep her concerns to herself, not wanting to worry him.

Instead, she focused on the excitement and trust that filled the air between them.

"Shouldn't we... be using condoms?" Leo asked, his voice laced with concern and care.

Eris blushed, her gaze momentarily averting from his. "No need... I'm on birth control right now," she assured him softly. Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she added, "Plus... I had condoms but... you're just too big for them..."

Her words carried both shyness and a hint of admiration, a testament to the unique situation they found themselves in.

Leo, moved by her honesty and vulnerability, felt a surge of affection and responsibility.

With a gentle yet firm push, Leo guided the swollen head of his cock past Eris's slick entrance, parting her tender folds and sinking into her welcoming heat.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as he breached her maidenhood, the initial stretch sending a shiver through her body.

Leo paused for a moment, allowing Eris to adjust to the intrusion.

Her inner walls clenched reflexively around his invading length, already beginning to accommodate his girth.

Satisfied that she could handle more, he slowly pushed forward, his thick shaft gliding deeper into her passage.

With each inch, Eris felt fuller, her lungs burning as she struggled to draw air into her lungs.

Finally, Leo's pelvis pressed against hers, his 8.8 inches buried to the hilt within her quivering core.

Eris gasped, her breath catching as the intensity of the moment washed over her.

"Leo..." she murmured, her voice a blend of wonder and pleasure, "you're so deep... I can feel you in my stomach..."

Her words, spoken with a mix of awe and vulnerability, filled Leo with a profound sense of connection and responsibility.

He reached out, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek, a tender gesture amidst the heat of their passion.

"Should I pull out?" he asked softly, his concern evident in his eyes.

The tenderness in his touch sent a wave of affection washing over Eris, helping to ease the discomfort of her stretched, virgin passage.

She shook her head quickly, her gaze locking onto his with a fierce certainty.

The subtle movement spoke volumes, a silent testament to her trust in him and her desire to remain intertwined in this intimate dance.

"I-I don't think so," Eris stammered, her voice trembling from the intense fullness. "Just... give me a minute."

She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body.

The pressure of Leo's heavy balls against her ass, the way his thick cockhead nestled snugly against her cervix, the subtle ache building in her lower belly – it was overwhelming, yet strangely exhilarating.

Leo's hands gripped Eris's hips firmly as he began to move, his thick cock plunging into her with slow, deliberate strokes.

Each powerful thrust carried him deep, the engorged head of his member slamming against her sensitive womb with unrelenting force.

Leo's fingers curled around the supple mound of Eris's breast, kneading the soft flesh with a confident touch. His thumb swept across her nipple, coaxing it to harden beneath his ministrations.

The contrast of his calloused hand against her silky skin only added to the intoxicating sensations flooding her senses.

Each stroke of his cock into her clenching depths seemed to resonate with the rhythm of his fingertips dancing upon her breast.

Eris's moans rose in pitch, her hips meeting his increasingly fervent thrusts with an abandon born of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"O-oh god, Leo... y-your touch... it feels s-so good!" Eris whimpered, her words punctuated by gasps and cries of delight.

In the midst of their shared passion, Leo's voice broke through the haze, filled with sincerity and awe.

"Eris... being inside you feels so good," he confessed, his words a tender acknowledgment of the intimacy they shared. "I'm glad I can experience this with you for the first time..."

Eris, feeling the heat of his words and the rhythm of their bodies intertwined, grasped his shirt with a fervent grip, pulling him even closer.

Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of longing and bold desire. "Then... please, fuck me harder~" she urged, her voice a sultry melody, both a plea and a challenge, urging him to take them both to new heights of ecstasy.

Leo's gaze locked onto Eris's face, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and wild hair as he thrust his cock into her with increased ferocity.

Each brutal thrust made her small body bounce against his, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as she held on for dear life.

"Yes, just like that! Harder, Leo, please!" Eris begged, her voice a desperate whine of pleasure.

The tight grip of her cunt around his throbbing shaft only spurred him on, driving him to claim her with a primal intensity.

As they lost themselves in the frenzied rhythm of raw, animalistic fucking, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, entwined in a dance of carnal bliss.

As their movements reached a fevered pitch, Leo could feel the familiar tightening, a rising tide of pleasure signaling his imminent release.

"Eris... I'm going to cum..." he groaned, his voice a mix of urgency and desire.

Eris, lost in the throes of ecstasy, met his gaze with eyes darkened by lust and longing.

"It's okay, do it inside me... Please~" she implored, her voice dripping with need and anticipation.

Driven by her words and the fire between them, Leo quickened his pace, each thrust a promise of the bliss that awaited.

As he finally reached the peak, he released with a powerful surge, filling her with thick, warm ribbons of pleasure.

Eris's moans rang out, a symphony of satisfaction that echoed the depth of their shared experience.

As they lay together, breathless and basking in the afterglow, Leo let out a soft chuckle.

"That's... one hell of a first time," he managed, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

Eris, still wrapped in the warmth of their shared moment, gave him a playful, teasing smile.

"Yeah... I didn't think you'd last that long. Most guys only last a few seconds," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Her gaze drifted down, noticing with delight that Leo was still very much ready for more. "And it seems like you've still got some in the tank~"

Before Leo could respond, their phones buzzed with a message from their parents, announcing they'd be out for the whole next day.

Leo raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Seems like we're not the only ones with something left in the tank... they do too."

The unexpected news added a new layer of excitement to their evening, opening up the possibility of more shared adventures and tender moments.

As the morning sun filtered through the windows, painting the room in a warm glow, Eris packed her bags with a mix of excitement and nostalgia.

Her parents, Lila and Maes, stood by, offering their heartfelt farewells. "Good luck in Shreveport, honey. Be safe and responsible," Lila advised, her voice filled with love and a touch of worry.

Maes couldn't resist adding his own brand of humor, "Be careful around boys. If they try anything, light them up with rubber bullets," he said with a chuckle, causing Lila to giggle and Eris to roll her eyes playfully. "I will, Mom and Dad," she promised, her heart full as she watched them leave for work.

With the house quiet and the morning stretching before them, Leo and Eris found themselves alone.

Leo broke the silence with a sincere smile. "I'm glad you're finally going to college. Being an hour away is pretty far, but doable," he said, offering his support and understanding.

Eris, ever the playful spirit, moved closer to him, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she lightly rubbed his chest.

"Oh, you are very doable, Leo~" she teased, her voice a sultry whisper that filled the space between them with a familiar warmth.

Leo, though tempted, gently removed her hand with a soft laugh. "Come on now..." he said, his tone affectionate yet firm, knowing they had plenty of time to savor their moments together.

The day was young, and the horizon of new experiences awaited them both, full of promise and potential.

As Eris finished packing, a hint of longing crept into her voice. "Are you going to miss me?" she asked, her eyes searching his.

Leo, always quick with a witty retort, replied with a teasing grin, "I'm not going to miss your teasing."

The playful jab earned him a light punch on the arm from Eris, who couldn't help but smile at their familiar banter.

"Well, I'll miss you a lot..." she confessed, her voice softening as she reached up on her tiptoes to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

The world seemed to pause around them, the kiss deep and lingering, a beautiful promise of their connection.

As they slowly pulled apart, a delicate chain of saliva momentarily linked them, a testament to the intensity of their goodbye.

"Mmm... I'm going to miss your lips on mine," Eris murmured breathlessly, her eyes glimmering with affection.

With a teasing edge, she added, "Try not to forget about me while you're still single, okay? I'd really love to take you for another ride~" Her voice was a playful blend of seduction and sincerity.

"I'll keep that in mind," Leo replied with a small, genuine smile, his heart warmed by the thought of their future encounters.

As Eris drove away, Leo watched her car disappear into the distance, a mix of pride and melancholy settling in his chest.

Though he felt a twinge of sadness, he took comfort in the arrangements he’d made through his connections with Cross to ensure her safety, knowing she would be well looked after even in his absence.

Turning his thoughts to his own future, Leo mused, "Well, college life, huh? Guess I'll give it a try," as he began his walk to school. The morning air was crisp, filled with the promise of new beginnings.

On his way, he unexpectedly ran into Lishcelle, a familiar face and friend.

Her excitement was infectious as she greeted him with enthusiasm. "Oh, hey, Leores!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Wow, you got into Clearwater Private University too!"

Leo nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nice to see you too, Lishcelle. Yeah, I got in; it was kind of hard for me," he admitted, his tone steady but proud of the achievement.

Leores nodded, his tone steady. "Nice to see you too, Lishcelle. Yeah, I got in; it was kind of hard for me."

Their paths were now converging at Clearwater, a new chapter awaiting them both, filled with opportunities and challenges that they would face together, perhaps finding even more than they expected along the way.