Chapter 22: The Devil Deals the Cards, Part 2

"Sam, we're siblings." Christina looked at her feet, fidgeting. She could pretend she wanted to run away all she wanted, but what mattered were her actions. She hadn't moved an inch from her spot.

"Precisely because of that. It's not like we've never bathed together before."

Although he couldn't know for sure.

If she denied it, he would say he was just teasing her. If she didn't deny it, he'd know they had done it and that in itself was valuable information.

He had to admit he couldn't think of how to take advantage of that information, but it didn't matter. Sam was like a sponge. He wanted to absorb everything he had missed in the eighteen blank years as quickly as possible. No matter how insignificant the information, he would pursue it with all his might, as if it were the key to success.

He would only emerge victorious if he gave it his all.

"Well, yes." Christina grabbed the hem of her dress, crumpling the fabric. She wouldn't lift her gaze from the floor. "But we're not so little anymore, it's not very normal, I know nothing would happen, but..."

"Darling, I never said we'd bathe naked."

That was precisely what he had suggested, but he laughed sincerely at Christina's dumbfounded expression. It was adorable how easy it was to make her react the way he wanted.

Christina elbowed him without much force.

"Don't be mean, I didn't know what to say anymore. Well, I'll go get my swimsuit. If you had told me earlier..."

He wasn't sure if swimsuits had been invented so early, though he wouldn't rule it out either, but the same went for the previous plumbing. Thinking about such things in relation to his world was a grave mistake. It wasn't his world where at some point a drastic change had occurred, but everything else was the same. This was a completely different world. He had to accept things as they were and not worry about the small details.

"Yeah, but then I couldn't have enjoyed your reaction."

Christina stuck her tongue out at him.

"I'll let you go get your swimsuit as long as you promise you'll come back." Sam winked at her.

"Yes. Yes, of course."

Christina left, still blushing to the tips of her ears. Did he have a swimsuit? If things went well, he wouldn't take long to take it off, but in any case, it would be best to look for one. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't agree to get in the bathtub with him. Hopefully, one less obstacle, but probably not.

It turned out he did have one. Sam undressed and changed a good while before Christina arrived.

Long enough for him to have time to think she had backed out. He doubted she would talk about something like this with anyone, though it wouldn't matter if she did, but it would be inconvenient.

His sole objective wasn't just to massacre the Wright family. He wanted to take a step forward with her today, at least. Ideally, he wanted her in his bed. He worried, but someone knocked on the door and it wasn't the housekeeper or anyone else.

"Come in, I'm decent."

Christina entered slowly, as if she didn't quite believe it. She closed the door right away, maybe so no one would see her. Her cheeks were still red, but he supposed it wasn't so surprising, more than one person would have seen her walking through the hallways carrying a swimsuit. Those people didn't know what she was going to use it for, they couldn't know, but that didn't matter.

Detective Adams wasn't the only one good with people.

If he didn't know where and how to push, he would never have gotten this far. That talent, to call it something, hadn't served him much in his previous life. It was as if he had been destined to be born here, as if his previous life had been a mistake.

In any case...

"I'll start preparing the bath, meanwhile you can change here. Don't worry, I won't take a peek." He winked.

Christina nodded. Embarrassed, but not enough to regret this, apparently.

Sam entered the bathroom and did exactly what he had said. He made sure the water was at a good temperature. Neither hot nor cold, just pleasant, relaxing. The right point for more things than just a bath. Sam laughed to himself. No, he probably wouldn't be able to make her yield in just one day, but he at least hoped to weaken her resistance.

He had more urgent problems, like Detective Adams.

But that's precisely why he wanted her moaning underneath him.

It was time to take a little break.

Once he had everything ready, he approached the bathroom door and knocked. Part of him wanted to open it, hoping to catch her in the middle of taking off her clothes or putting on her swimsuit, but she would most likely run away after the first moment of surprise and embarrassment.

Too soon.

If things went well, he would have plenty of time to see her naked.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm coming right now."

Actually, her nervousness was a good sign. He didn't think she would be so nervous if she only saw him as her older brother. Especially wearing a swimsuit, he hadn't even asked her to bathe naked, although that's what he really wanted. A swimsuit wasn't very different from underwear, however, people seemed fine being seen by others at the beach. They didn't think twice about it.

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He doubted Christina was different in this regard, but she didn't feel the same about him seeing her like this. She felt something for him. He was sure.

Well, for the other Sam, but what did it matter? He would take advantage of everything that brat had left on the table.

Just like everything else.

Christina entered the bathroom.

It was a one-piece swimsuit, perhaps the only kind of swimsuit that existed in these times. Anyway, it still highlighted what needed to be highlighted, her breasts looked bigger. And what mattered to him wasn't how she looked with clothes on.

"If you don't feel comfortable, after all, and want to back out, I don't blame you. It was just an idea."

Just an idea.

"Don't worry. Besides, I'm already dressed. It would be a waste of time to back out now."

His little Christina spoke with courage. Even so, he was the first to get into the bathtub. They were a rich family, so it wasn't a claustrophobic bathtub that would force them to squeeze together, unfortunately. He wasn't sure if his brothers and sisters had such a spacious bathtub. There was enough room to even swim a little.

Okay, he was exaggerating, but it wasn't far off. Very extravagant. Of course, Sam thought it was perfect. Values like humility were for people who couldn't rise in status.

Anyone would enjoy luxuries like this without thinking twice.

And why not, damn it? There was nothing wrong with it. Christina got into the bath after him, carefully. As if expecting the water to be too hot or that he might try something. Ha.

Once in the water, however, she relaxed. At the other end of the bathtub, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Well, she wasn't quite at the other end since their toes could still touch. They weren't touching. They could.

Important difference, but he wouldn't fix it yet.

"It feels good," Christina said. "Very good."

"I'm glad. I want us both to feel comfortable."

One of the benefits of Christina having her eyes closed was that he didn't have to be subtle, he could devour her with his gaze.

"You were right. It's silly to worry because we're older now." Christina opened her eyes. Well, that was the end of devouring her with his eyes. All in due time, he told himself. "I remember when we used to play in the bathtub with rubber ducks and stuff. You, Violet, and me. We weren't born into a normal family, but we were normal. Until all this fight for the inheritance began..."

Christina stared at the wall. The water slowly ran down her neck, traveling towards her cleavage.

"No, it had already started, but only the adults had to worry about that. Yes. I miss the old times too, brother. Although..."

"Yes?"

"I wonder how good they really were. I don't want to talk about that right now. I don't want to hurt you, but..."

"The thing with Evelyn and her father. I understand. You're wondering what else is hidden in the memories you consider normal."

Christina nodded.

"You've always had a way with words, and of reading me like an open book. You know me better than I know myself."

"That's because I love you." Sam put his hand over the girl's, which was on the edge of the bathtub.

"I love you too, but I don't understand you as well."

"The point is that I put effort into it because of that. But of course, everyone has their talents."

He intertwined the fingers of that hand with his sister's. Christina didn't seem to mind.

"This family is full of talented people who could have gone very far. The inheritance, replacing father, that's not the ultimate goal in life. But they're wasting it. Instead of seeking fortune elsewhere, they prefer to destroy each other for something only one person can obtain."

Christina sighed.

"I understand why things are like this, but I wish I didn't. By the way, I'm sorry I'm only talking about depressing things. I guess I wanted to vent."

"You're my sister. Talk to me about whatever you want, it's not like I could get angry with you."

He wouldn't repeat that she was his sister again. It felt like the right words according to the role he had to play. However, emphasizing that point might not be the smartest thing considering his intentions.

"Oh, you do get angry with me."

"But very rarely."

Christina laughed. He didn't see what was so funny, but the girl was as pleasant to see as she was to hear, so he didn't mind too much.

"Do you want me to wash your back?" He didn't wait for her answer. He was already reaching for one of the towels.

"You don't have to dirty a towel, use your hands. Come on, if you don't mind."

Christina hesitated for a moment. Then, she put soap on her hands. He had more and more reasons to wonder if he was in a medieval, Victorian, or some strange period. Or if it was simply a modern period where fashion hadn't advanced since then.

Well, he still hadn't seen any phones. Blake Wright had said something about calling when he was going to get rid of Ivor. Maybe he meant a letter or some kind of magic, maybe a phone, but he hadn't seen them.

Why the hell am I thinking about these nonsense things right now? Sam turned around so Christina could access his back. He hoped her hands wouldn't stop there, hehe. This is what's really important, he thought, and I already said it's a different world, period.

Christina put her small hands on his back, spreading the soap.

She gave him a gentle massage.

"I'll return the favor later," Sam said, "but of course, you'll have to loosen your swimsuit a bit."

Christina swallowed. He imagined the expression she must be making. He couldn't help but smile. She really was an adorable little sister.

"There's no need."

"If not, how will I have access to your back?" He decided to play dumb, for a change. "Well, I could put my hands under your suit, but..."

"I mean there's no need for you to wash my back. You know perfectly well what I meant, you bad boy."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just that you make it so easy."

And so hard, he thought.

"You're good at it. We should do it more often."

Christina laughed as if it were just a joke, but after that...

"Why did you choose me for this and not Violet?"

"Don't tell her, but you were always my favorite."

Christina didn't respond. Maybe there was no need to respond to something like that. She continued with her gentle massage, and her hands traveled lower and lower. They reached his waist. They tickled his navel.

As if it were nothing, he put his hands over his younger sister's. He made them move lower. Inside his pants. His cock was already ready for action.

Hard and hot like never before. It was smaller than the one he had in his past life, but also thicker. After all, it compensated. Christina's breath caught. Yes, but she didn't remove her hands either, that's what counted.

Rather the opposite. She squeezed them.

"Sam, what are you...?" she asked what she already knew with a broken breath.

She began to move her hands. Up and down. Up and down, from the tip to the base.

——

One thing led to another. In the end, they ended up sprawled on the sheets and sweating as if they hadn't taken a bath. Of course, both were completely naked. Their heavy breathing resonated in the emptiness.

"I don't know about you," Sam said, "but I feel much better."

Christina looked into his eyes. He didn't know how to interpret that look. His little sister got up from the bed with trembling legs, still with her pussy full of his semen. She gradually dressed again. Sam watched her with great interest.

She might feel insecure compared to Violet, but she was no less attractive. And he wasn't just talking about her body. She was sweeter, more innocent. Not anymore, he thought, she's not so innocent anymore. Sam licked his lips.

Once she finished dressing, Christina turned to look at him. She had tears in her eyes.

"Hey, hey. I love you. Never forget that."

Sam leaned forward, but Christina dodged his lips. Not very abruptly. She turned her head slightly, in a way that made him think she wouldn't resist if he insisted, but he didn't. He knew it wouldn't be smart to do so if he wanted this to be just the first time.

Christina left in silence. No, almost. Before closing the door...

"I love you too. I love you too much."

She said in a barely audible voice as a farewell for now.

The Devil Deals the Cards, Part 2: END