Son of Eros

Chapter 10 The Reckoning

Christina was acting brave, but her body was already shaking, and her fists were clenched at her sides.

I leaned in, close enough to feel her heat, my dick inches from brushing her thigh. "Go ahead. Scream your choir girl lungs out. If Mom and Dad come running, we'll just show them the truth. A pocket check in front of the whole family. Your call, Lady Christina."

She froze, her lips quivering, as that devout mask crumbled. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down her neck into the collar of her blouse, darkening the fabric over her cleavage.

"What... What do you want? I'm telling you, I don't have it! Just let me go!"

Lying bitch. I should just pin her down and get what I want by force. However, I played it cool, my eyes locked on hers.

My mind raced with nasty visions—her bent over, jeans yanked down, exposing that tight, virgin asshole and shaved pussy lips, pink and glistening and inviting.

I shook my head slightly to shake off the trance. What was happening to me? Why were my thoughts so nasty all of a sudden?

I cleared my throat. "Simple. Let me check your pocket. If the cufflinks are not there, I will let you go. Hell, I'll even apologize and do your homework."

I smirked. "But if they are found on you, and we both know that's what's gonna happen, then…"

I gave a long, dramatic pause, making her gulp in anxiety. She took an apprehensive step back.

"Then I take the cufflinks and walk away. No fuss. Clean slate."

My sister relaxed for a second. Her eyes darted around, her nun head calculating.

"Otherwise," I pressed on, my voice dropping low and sounding villainous. "We cry wolf together. Then everyone will know the perfect Christian daughter's a filthy sinner."

"I'll make sure your church buddies hear too. Hey, Father Mike, guess who swiped Dad's gold? One of your loyal sheep! The virgin saint turned out to be a pick-pocketing slut."

Christina went rigid, her body locking up as I'd slapped her. Those green eyes pooled with tears, making her look vulnerable and fuckable. How good I felt calling her a slut, and it looked like it had done severe damage.

My sister's hands twisted in front of her. She nodded lightly. "Fine," she whispered, voice breaking like glass. "I... I have the cufflinks. Okay? I'll give them to you. Just... Take them and let me leave. Please. Don't tell anyone. Promise me."

Jackpot! But no. That was too easy. I had to get the grope for the system challenge. No, I wanted the grope—the full, nasty handful of her ass cheek, my fingers digging into the flesh, feeling it yield under my palm.

The system's timer burned in my vision. I had already taken a lot of time posing and teasing her.

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However, it was worth it. The reward dangled like a carrot over my throbbing cock. "Nah. I want the satisfaction of taking it myself. You crossed me seriously, and Dad would've made me sleep in the stables for a week. There needs to be a penalty."

"What do you mean?" Christina stammered. "What do you mean?" she repeated.

"Turn over the goods, and also turn over your ass. I'll have my revenge that way."

Terror flashed in her eyes as she realized what my demand signified. However, she was cornered—trapped between the island and me. There was no escape.

"Pan... Please. This is wrong. I'm your sister."

"I'm adopted, as you keep reminding me all the time," I shot back, smirking wider, the lust making me bold and cruel. "And you're a bully. Turn around. Now. I will not ask again."

Christina swallowed hard, her throat bobbing. A single tear rolled down her cheek. But she nodded, utterly defeated.

Slowly, my sister pivoted to face the island counter. Her hands gripped the marble edge with pale knuckles. "Just... be quick. And don't—don't touch anything else."

"Don't tell me what to do," I growled, stepping up behind her, close enough that my crotch nudged her ass.

Ah! Feeling the firm rump brush back against my hard-on, denim on denim, her heat seeping through was heavenly. She gasped, inching away as if I were on fire.

"Bend over!" I commanded like a Nazi General. "Raise that ass up. Make it easy for me to reach inside."

"What's the need for that?" Christina whimpered. Her voice was small, but her body obeyed anyway.

She bent at the waist, arching her back, pushing her ass out toward me like an offering