"Nothing!"
Jacob raised an eyebrow. Clearly whatever was bothering his sister wasn't "nothing". He rolled into a crouch and shifted his position so that he was in front of her.
Victoria knelt with her legs firmly together. However, her right hand was buried between her thighs. At first, Jacob thought she was trying to shield herself from him. Their father had always insisted they cover themselves, even though in the hot, wet months it was often more comfortable to wear nothing.
But Victoria's hand did not merely cover herself; it was also moving rhythmically. Victoria was rubbing herself.
"Are you okay, dear sister? Do you have an itch?"
Jacob sniffed. There was an unfamiliar scent in the air. It was . . . musky. . . yet strangely appealing.
Jacob glanced down at his own thighs. His cock was beginning to tingle. That was unexpected. Usually once one of the mysterious attacks faded, he'd be fine for hours. Yet he could sense that a second one might be imminent.
Still, his sister's condition mattered most right now. "Victoria, is there something I can do?"