"Yes, they are," answered Lincoln, going back to the kitchen and putting the candy in the oven. When the boy turned around, he revealed that he had another tattoo on his back. This was the greatest of all. It was a wolf totem painted black and red.

"Wow. What about that tattoo?" Lily asked.
Lincoln closed the oven door, and as he got everything ready to make the filling for the cake, he thought of telling his little sisters the story of the tattoo. "These tattoos were a gift from an old shaman named Edenshaw, whom I met two months after Pop Pop and I arrived in our new home. He was blind like me, but somehow he could get around just fine even without a cane. He taught me to use my other four senses, which, for some reason, have become more acute since I missed the visit. Thanks to him and the other people who have helped and taught me to go from being a helpless blind child to the boy I am now, and to be able to do great things as I am now." Lincoln flips back and lands on his left hand, holding himself vertically, then pushes with it and switches hands. He does vertical push-ups.
Lily was impressed. The little girl's eyes were wide open and filled with luster. "Walk with your hands like circus performers." Little Lily asked while clapping her hands with emotion.
Lincoln obeyed and began walking hand in hand around the entire kitchen.
Lana took about four tennis balls from her pockets and threw them at Lincoln. Catch them.
Lincoln moved reflexively, and with a quick movement with his legs, he kicked them up, grabbed them by the soles of his feet, and immediately after that, he flexed and extended his legs, threw balls in the air, then propelled himself with his hands, landed in a squatting position, and then picked up two balls with each hand.
The girls applauded the act of their brother, who bowed to his audience.
Suddenly the fifth applause was present, and when they turned around to see who was there, they saw their comedian sister, who went to the kitchen to attend a little game but was surprised by her brother doing circus games.
"That was great, Link." Luan said.
"Thank you, Luan." Lincoln turned to his sister, and she couldn't help but blush and sweat. She was so engrossed in her brother's display of balance that she didn't notice the great physical change that had undergone.
"Luan? Are you alright? I hear you a little agitated." Lincoln touched his sister's forehead. "You're burning."
"Really. Look, her legs are even sweating." Lily said, pointing to Luan's legs, But the source was not the sweat glands on Luan's legs; the contact with her brother's skin caused part of her body to get wet.
"I'm not feeling well; I'm going to sleep. Tell Lori I won't have dinner today." Luan screamed and immediately ran towards her room so fast that the only thing people who crossed her path could see was a trail of smoke.
"Ok." Lincoln went back to cooking.
Luan locked herself in her room. Luna left and will not return. Until later, she'll have the room to herself. Luan fell onto her bed, thinking about what had happened.
"What the hell?" She recalled in detail the moment she entered the kitchen and watched her brother's balancing act until the moment he stood up, showing his bare torso, tattoos, and scars. That moment repeated itself like a loop in her mind. Luan unconsciously unbuttoned her pants, put her hand under her pants, and started rubbing them.
The moment she made the first movement of her fingers on her vaginal lips, she responded and took her hand from her pants. She almost masturbated thinking of her brother, which made her freak out. "This is disgusting," Luan said. She quickly took out her cell phone and started a video call with her boyfriend, Benny. They both attended the same university, but Benny couldn't go back to town because he told Luan he was going to spend the super winter break at his uncle's house, whom he hadn't seen since he was a child.
Luan had to make four attempts to contact Benny because he didn't answer the first three. On the fourth try, the boy finally answered.
"Hi Luani," greeting the boy on the other side of the screen
"Hi sweetie. How are you doing with your uncle and aunt?"
"Well…well…" It seems the boy is not quite as good as he claims. It sounded like anxiety, which Luan noticed.
"What's going on, Benny? You look worried. How about I go there and meet your aunt and uncle? I've already met your parents, and compared to that, your uncle's won't be a bore. Ha-ha-ha, did you get it?"
"Ha-ha-ha. I get it." The boy paused in recounting what his girlfriend had said and quickly replied, "No... I'm sorry, love, but my uncle is sick and my aunt is too busy treating him, and I don't think it's the best way to spend our vacation."
"Oh. I understand, love. You are so kind to spend your vacation helping your family."