#40
Christina gracefully slipped from his grasp, her hips swaying as she sauntered toward the espresso machine. Her cup of coffee, freshly prepared by Evelyn, steamed invitingly on the counter.
William remained frozen in place, the lingering heat of her kiss searing his lips. The kitchen air hummed with unspoken tension. He shook his head to clear it and made his way to his chair, sinking into it with a heavy exhale.
“By the way, Tina, what are you wearing?” he asked, his voice laced with exasperation as he settled in.
Evelyn approached then, carrying a plate of scrambled eggs and toasted bread alongside his coffee. She set it before him with quiet efficiency.
As she bent to retrieve the sugar cubes from the lower shelf, her short uniform skirt rode up, exposing her bare crotch. William’s gaze locked on the sight—her panty-less pussy, slick with juices that trailed down her inner thigh, glistening in the morning light. The erotic display sent a jolt straight to his cock, hardening it against his pants.
Christina watched him from across the table, her lips curling into a wicked grin, utterly unperturbed. She slid back into her chair, folding her arms loosely beneath her full breasts, pushing them up until her nipples were looking at him directly. The deliberate pose yanked his attention away from Evelyn’s dripping folds, and damn if it didn’t work.
“Nothing~” she purred, her voice a sultry tease.
“Yes, nothing,” William muttered, rolling his eyes in a feeble show of disapproval.
He stabbed at his eggs, but his fork plunged too deep, bursting the yolks and letting golden liquid ooze across the plate. His jaw clenched, embarrassment twisting in his gut more than any real anger.
Christina’s grin stretched wider. She leaned forward, propping her chin on her palm with her elbow on the table, her tone dripping with feigned innocence.
“What? You don’t like it? Or maybe you like it too much?”
William shot her a glare, caught between flustered heat and weary surrender.
“You can’t just walk around like that in the kitchen. What if someone else sees you?”
She shrugged casually, as if the idea of exposure was utterly trivial.
“Then they’ll see me. What’s the problem? We’re all family here. I doubt you haven’t seen the others walking around nude. The only one who seems to mind is you, Will. Do you mind?”
With that, she parted her legs wide beneath the table, right in his line of sight.
William’s eyes dropped involuntarily, fixating on her bare pussy—her swollen lips parted slightly, revealing the wet pinkness within, already dewy with arousal.
“Mind your lower body, Tina. You’re not even wearing underwear. Just how careless are you?” he grumbled, though his voice thickened with unwanted desire.
Christina shrugged again, unapologetic and bold.
“I’m inside the house, Will. I can wear whatever I want—or nothing at all.”
“Yes, as long as you’re wearing something,” he shot back, deadpan, trying to cling to composure.
She threw her head back and laughed, the rich, throaty sound bouncing off the walls like an invitation to sin.
“Oh, let me be. The aircon in my room is busted—do you know how hot it gets trying to sleep? Look, I’m all sweaty. Haven’t slept a wink.”
Her eyes locked onto his as he fought—and lost—the battle not to stare at her heaving breasts, beads of sweat tracing paths down her skin.
A devilish smile spread across her face.
“… you’re staring. Aren’t you?”
Before he could stammer a denial, she lunged forward, grabbing his head with both hands and yanking him straight into her breasts. His face plunged into the soft, warm press of her tits, the salty tang of her sweat mixing with the faint floral scent of her skin as she smothered him there.
“Wa—wait—Tina?!”
William’s protest came out muffled, his hands pressing weakly against her sides, fingers brushing the curve of her ribs.
“You stink!”
“You saying I stink?” she demanded with mock outrage, her voice rough and playful.
Christina barked a laugh, coarse and exhilarating, filling the kitchen with its raw energy. She squeezed his head tighter, grinding his face deeper into the plush heat of her breasts, her nipples hardening against his cheeks through the thin cloth.
“Oh? Oh?! Did you just say I stink? Hah?! How dare you, you little shit!”
She shook him side to side, her body rocking with the motion, the playful dominance of a woman reveling in her power. The heady mix of her perfume and natural musk overwhelmed him, his cock throbbing painfully as her tits enveloped him completely, soft flesh yielding and teasing with every shift.
“Get off me, you gorilla!”
“Gorilla?!”
Christina gasped in feigned outrage, her eyes widening dramatically before she thrust his face back into the deep, yielding valley of her cleavage.
“You’re lucky I love you, or I’d crush your skull between these babies!”
She squeezed her breasts tighter around him for emphasis, the firm, heavy globes molding to his cheeks and jaw, their weight a tantalizing mix of soft flesh and unyielding pressure. A low, throaty snicker rumbled from her chest, vibrating through his skull and sending shivers down his spine.
William wriggled beneath her grip, his face burning crimson. It was hard to pinpoint if the flush came from humiliation, oxygen deprivation, or the electric surge of lust igniting in his core.
He couldn’t lie to himself anymore—he was reveling in it. This forbidden closeness with his sister, something they’d never dared in the old world, combined with her intoxicating aroma: a potent blend of clean sweat, floral perfume, and the faint, musky hint of her arousal wafting up from between her thighs. It made his cock twitch and swell, straining against the fabric of his pants.
“You’re impossible!” he yelled, though his lips quirked upward, fighting a grin that threatened to break free.
Christina’s smirk turned razor-sharp and smug. She eased her hold just enough for him to drag in a ragged breath, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief as she peered down at him.
“Admit it—you don’t hate this. Come on. Say it.”
“I hate it!”
William snapped back, but his voice splintered midway.
“Bullshit,” she fired without missing a beat, her fingers raking through his hair in a rough, possessive tousle.
“Weren’t you just happily stuffing your face with Evelyn’s pussy? If you’d like, you can have mine. I’m pretty sure it won’t taste that bad~”
The proposition crackled in the air, bold and charged, hitting him like a live wire.
William’s throat tightened, his mouth flooding with saliva at the thought.
He was tempted—god, so tempted—to dive between her spread legs and lap at her dripping slit, tasting the slick heat she’d been teasing him with.
“Ha. You wish,” he croaked, the comeback feeble, undermined by the way his body betrayed him.
Of course, Christina noticed. Her eyes dropped to the unmistakable bulge tenting his pants, and her smirk bloomed into a triumphant, predatory grin.
“My, my. Someone’s not being honest.”
Casually, as if it were the most natural thing, she parted her thighs wider under the table, baring her glistening pussy fully to his view. The swollen lips parted with a wet sheen, her clit peeking out, engorged and begging for attention, while a fresh trickle of arousal seeped from her core.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached down, her fingers gliding over her soaked folds. She scooped up a thick strand of her own juices, the viscous fluid coating her digits, and held it up with a teasing smile.
“You good, Will?”
William rolled his eyes, but the gesture felt forced.
After a week in this house, he’d grown accustomed to Daniela and his mother’s brazen flirtations, even Julia’s relentless seductions that left him hard and frustrated. But Christina? She was on another level of shamelessness, pushing boundaries he hadn’t known existed.
This world was a nonstop erotic whirlwind, and while he’d adapted to its freaky norms, each new display still jolted him. After all, he can still remember their personalities, which are completely different from those who live in this world.
For example, his once-prudish, haughty sister transformed into this insatiable nympho… haa, the real Christina would probably drop dead from shock if she glimpsed her alternate self here.
The irony twisted in his mind, even as his gaze lingered on the glistening evidence of her desire.
Seeing her advances falter, Christina’s brow furrowed in brief frustration. She paused, scheming, then lunged across the table like a striking viper, snatching a crispy strip of bacon right off his plate.
“Oi!” William yelped, his fork clattering as he nearly fumbled it. “That’s mine!”
She crammed the bacon into her mouth, chewing with deliberate, sloppy smacks that echoed obscenely.
“Mmm. Tastes better stolen.”
William shot her a glare, spearing his eggs with renewed vigor, the fork scraping the plate.
“You’ve got your own food!”
“Correction,” Christina drawled, dragging her tongue along her fingers to savor the salty residue, her eyes locked on his with blatant provocation. “I had food. But yours looked better. And besides—” She stretched forward again, her hand darting for his buttered toast “—sharing is caring.”
William slapped his palm down over the slice at the last second, pinning it protectively.
“Touch this, and you lose a finger.”
Her grin flashed wide, feral and challenging, all sharp teeth and unbridled hunger.
“Try me~”
Before he could snap back, Christina surged to her feet in one fluid motion and, without a shred of hesitation, dropped onto his lap.
She straddled him boldly, her bare pussy grinding down against the hard ridge of his cock through his pants, the wet heat of her folds soaking into the fabric as she settled her weight, hips rocking once for emphasis.
“Tina! What the hell—get off!”
William froze stiff as a board, his body locking up while he nearly sputtered out his coffee, the hot liquid burning his throat.
The sudden weight of her on his lap pressed her slick, bare pussy right against the throbbing bulge of his cock, the thin barrier of his pants doing nothing to hide how hard he’d gotten.
Her folds smeared a warm, sticky trail across the fabric, and she shifted deliberately, grinding her hips in a slow circle that made his shaft pulse with desperate need.
“Nope.”
Christina settled deeper into his lap like he was her personal throne, her ass cheeks spreading over his thighs, the heat from her core radiating straight through to his skin.
She slung one arm lazily over his shoulders, her fingers trailing idly along his collarbone, while her other hand shot up to snap at Evelyn with the imperious flick of a queen.
“Evy, fetch me a glass of water, please~”
Evelyn arched a single brow, arms crossed over her chest, unmoved by the command.
“You’ve got two legs, Ms. Tina. Dispenser’s right over there.”
Christina huffed, her lips pursing in a pout that only accentuated the full swell of them.
“Tch. Traitor.”
But her sulk evaporated in an instant as her gaze dropped to the mug clutched in William’s hand, steam curling up from the dark brew. Her expression morphed into a sly, predatory curl of her lips, eyes gleaming with fresh amusement.
“Coffee, huh?” she mumbled, “And it’s black.”
Now that’s strange. She thought.
“That’s new for you. Since when do you sip this bitter shit? You used to wrinkle your nose and retch at the aroma.”
William managed a crooked smirk, raising his mug in a half-hearted salute despite the way his cock jerked beneath her, trapped and aching from the constant, subtle rock of her hips.
“People evolve, Tina. I like it now—strong and hot, just how I need it.”
Christina’s eyes narrowed to slits, her head cocking as she studied him, her voice dripping with exaggerated doubt.
“Well, look at you, all grown up and worldly. What other secrets have you been hiding while I was away? Don’t tell me you’ve gone full health nut and started chowing down on vegetables, too.”
He shifted under her, trying to play it cool, but the adjustment only wedged her pussy lips more firmly along his length, the slick glide sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Her body was a furnace against him—bare skin flushed and damp, carrying that heady cocktail of fresh sweat, her signature perfume, and the unmistakable tang of her arousal, thick and inviting. It invaded his senses, making his head swim and his balls tighten with unreleased tension.
He forced his face neutral, but his nostrils flared, betraying how the scent coiled low in his gut, stirring a forbidden hunger.
“I eat vegetables, idiot,” he muttered, the words clipped as he fought the urge to buck up into her heat.
Christina barked out a laugh, the sound vibrating through her chest and into his, her arm squeezing around his neck to pull him nearer, her thigh muscles flexing against his sides.
“Ha! Says the guy who surgically removes every carrot, tomato, and spinach leaf from his meals like they’re poison.”
“I like spinach,”
She froze, blinking in genuine astonishment, then twisted to gape at him fully, her grip on his neck turning vise-like, anchoring him in place. Her dark eyes bored into his, wide with incredulity.
“No fucking way. You’re messing with me. You, William? Spinach? The same whiner who threw a fit last year when Evy snuck extra greens into your soup and you nearly gagged it all back up?”
“I’m dead serious,” he replied, a smug edge creeping into his grin at her flabbergasted reaction.
However, he’s in a serious problem. Is she doing it intentionally? She was constantly moving her hips as if she were rubbing her pussy against his cock.
He’s on the verge of losing control.
“Un-fucking-believable. If you’ve actually developed a taste for spinach, then reality’s bent sideways. Pigs are flying, rivers running backward—the works.”
“Can you not exaggerate it. Everyone eats vegetables, okay.”
Christina smirked.
“But you hate it so much. Aren’t you drinking supplements instead of eating them?”
No wonder, there’s dozens of different brand supplements in my cabinet.
Christina jabbed a finger into his cheek, her nail grazing his skin with a sting that oddly heightened the throb in his pants. Her eyes stayed locked on his, sparkling with a mix of disbelief and delight.
“Spill it, then. What other transformations have I missed? You picking up weights for push-ups now? Or finally manning up so you don’t bawl over a stubbed toe anymore?”
William rolled his eyes, the exasperation warring with the relentless pulse of desire her body ignited in him.
