Taboo Sin System

Chapter 8 Holy Bitch

Lust hit Pan like a freight train straight to the balls.

One second he was choking on the incest word. It twisted in his gut like a knife. Christina was family, adopted or not, and putting his hand on her body felt like crossing into a dark void he was not supposed to enter.

Then the timer started ticking down like a bomb, and his cock throbbed harder than it ever had in his life.

[00:04:50]

Fuck the qualms.

Whatever this system was doing to his blood, it was rewriting hesitation into hunger. The moral lines he had lived by for years already looked thin and optional.

Christina was turned toward the sink again, but the shape of her ass stayed burned in his mind. Those jeans stretched so tight he could almost see the outline of her crack. The cheeks were ripe and firm. They begged to be grabbed, squeezed, and marked.

Who gives a shit about the family label?

The girl at the sink was a hot piece of meat who had spent years making his life hell. It was time she felt some of that pressure back. Watching her perfect religious-nun mask crack would be pure satisfaction.

Yeah. Let's do it.

[00:04:25]

Pan went with a simple plan. No acrobatics. No clever angles. Just a direct confrontation.

"Christina," he said, stepping closer to the sink. "Stop pretending. We both know you and Lila stole Dad's gold cufflinks to frame me again. Admit it."

Her green eyes widened. The thin, pretentious mask slipped for a split second. Then she curled her lips and set the mug down hard on the counter.

"What the hell are you babbling about? Have you lost your tiny mind? We took nothing."

"Really? Then who took them?"

Christina jabbed a wet finger at his chest. "You are the obvious culprit, because who else would do something so vile as stealing the family's accessories? You are miserable that nobody gives a damn about you, and you want our attention."

Christina crossed her arms, pushing her perky medium tits up under the blouse. The nipples poked faintly against the fabric. Maybe from the air conditioning. Maybe from the sudden tension in the room.

Pan smirked, ignoring the insults. The lust was making him bold in a way that felt dangerous and useful at the same time.

He sidestepped and pointed straight at her back pocket.

"Bullshit. They are right there in your jeans pocket, the one hugging that tight little ass of yours. Hand them over, thief."

Shock hit Christina's face. Her pale skin flushed pink. Those full lips parted in a gasp. She twisted, one hand flying back to cover the pocket like it held the holy grail.

"What did you just say to me?"

Pan stepped in closer, boxing her against the counter. The marble edge pressed into her lower back. There was nowhere left for her to retreat.

"I said hand the cufflinks over. Or I will walk straight to Dad and tell him his perfect daughter is the one who took them and framed me."

Christina's breath came faster. Her eyes darted left and right, searching for an escape that no longer existed.

"You are lying," she hissed. "You have no proof. I will scream for Marta and Mom if you don't get the hell out of my sight."

"Scream. Then explain the cufflinks on the chain when Dad has you empty your pockets in front of her."

Christina's mouth closed. She stared at the door, and looked back. "How could you possibly know—"

"Lila has a big mouth and a phone. Ask her who she called this morning. Mia, her best friend, who is a bigger blabbermouth."

Christina's face did something Pan had never seen it do. It doubted her sister. This kind of leak was not unexpected from an airhead like Lila.

"I have the truth, and with the gala tonight that is more than enough. Imagine the scene and Dad's face when he finds out the crimes of her precious daughter."

Christina froze. Her lips quivered. The devout mask was crumbling in real time. 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 am telling you I don't have the cufflinks. Just let me go."

Lying bitch. I should pin her down and take what I want by force.

The thought was loud and clear and not entirely his own anymore. Nasty visions flashed through Pan's head. Christina bent over the kitchen island with her jeans yanked down.

Pan shook his head hard to clear the static. What the fuck is happening to me?

[00:03:10]

Three minutes. His cock had not gone down once through any of it, and the denim was starting to hurt. He kept his hips angled at the island so she would not see.

Pan coughed once and played it cool, his eyes meeting hers.

"What I want from you is simple. Let me check your back pocket. If the cufflinks are not there, I will let you go. Hell, I will apologize and do your college projects for the entire semester."

Pan smirked and added, "But if they are found on you, and we both know they will be, then…"

"Then what?" Christina demanded, faltering on it.

"Then I'll forgive you. Take the cufflinks back to where they belong. No fuss. Everyone gets a clean slate."

His sister relaxed a fraction. Her eyes darted around as her mind calculated angles. She began shaking her head lightly, as if already rejecting the idea.

"Otherwise," Pan pressed, his voice dropping low. "We can cry wolf together. Then everyone else will find out the perfect religious daughter is a filthy sinner."

Time to hammer in the nail.

"I will 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 pickpocketing slut."

Christina went rigid, as if he had slapped her. Green eyes pooled with tears, making her look vulnerable and fuckable at the same time. Calling her a slut out loud felt better than it should have.

[00:02:30]

The girl's hands twisted in front of her. She nodded once, her voice breaking.

"Fine," she whispered. "I… I have the cufflinks. Okay? I will give them to you."

Her words dropped further, barely there. "It was Lila's idea. You have to believe that. She said one more whipping and you would finally run away and stop embarrassing us."

Christina glanced at the door. "Just take them and let me leave. Please, don't tell anyone. Promise me."

Lila's idea. Sure it was. Pan knew who was the brains between the two sisters. Moreover, Christina had confessed it herself when he was hiding under the bed.

Now she was offering him the cufflinks in exchange for a clean slate. Jackpot.

That was too easy. Pan had a higher calling. He still needed the butt grope to clear the system challenge.

No, the truth was uglier than that. He wanted the grope.

Pan wanted the full, nasty handful of his sister's ass cheek. He wanted his fingers digging into the flesh while she stood there and took it like a bitch.