Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“That’s not fair, damn it. You know what you do to me.” She growled without malice.

I chuckled as I turned the shower on and started stripping, curious to see if she was going to try to wedge herself in the tiny stall with me after all. She didn’t.

Later, over dinner, I asked Margaret if she thought Theron would mind if I borrowed his boat in the morning.

“Of course not. You know better by now.” She admonished me.

“I still prefer to ask.” I replied, grinning.

“We’re going boating?” Amy asked.

“Yep. You pack a suit?”

“Yeah, I have a couple actually. You said there were a lot of beaches here. I figured if they were nice enough to get you out of your hermit cave mindset and into the sun, then they must be pretty awesome.” She smirked.

“They’re better.” I replied.

“I must say, it’s going to be nice not being the only woman around here.” Margaret smiled.

“Oh? My brother’s been a pain in the ass? Can’t say I’m surprised.” Amy stuck her tongue out at me.

“Certainly not. Adam has been nothing but a perfect guest.”

“Jesus, it’s getting deep in here.” I picked up my empty plate, took it to the kitchen and started loading the dishwasher.

“See? Perfect guest.” Margaret chuckled motioning toward me to Amy.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him willingly load a dishwasher in his life.” Amy commented. I gave her the finger over my shoulder.

“You already owe me a spanking, are you just making a to-do list now?”

I rolled my eyes and kept loading the dishwasher.

Amy walked into the kitchen and started doing the larger dishes in the sink. She bumped me with a hip and smiled at me as I rinsed the pots she’d just scrubbed. I gave her a grin of my own.

Later that night, I crawled into bed. Amy stripped to her panties and one of my shirts she’d grabbed from the closet, then joined me. As she cuddled up next to me, she smiled warmly.

“Every night.” She sighed, sleepily but elated. I couldn’t disagree.

* * *

The next day, I took a blanket, a couple of towels, and a couple of zip ties. I slipped them all into a heavy garbage bag, pressed them down enough to minimize the air a bit, and used another zip tie to seal it. I loaded a wooden wine box with a bottle of wine that I’d purchased before I went to the States in anticipation, a couple of glasses, and some fresh fruit. I made a couple of sandwiches in the kitchen, wrapped them up and added them to the box as well.

Amy came into the kitchen wearing blue bikini with a pair of shorts over the bottoms. She had her long, black hair pulled up in a ponytail, and I took the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck for a moment.

“Mm…” She moaned lightly in approval. I wrapped my arms around her bare waist and gave her a squeeze just as my phone’s alarm chirped.

“We gotta get moving.” I mumbled.

“What’s the rush? I thought we could relax until London on Friday?” She asked, puzzled. I needed to go back to London for an interview with a German art magazine that Damian had set up.

“There’s a boat from Adamas that passes around the island soon. I want to avoid it.” I said, cryptically.

“Avoid it?” She raised an eyebrow at me.

“You’ll see.” I grinned as I grabbed the wooden wine crate and trash bag.

“The hell are you up to?” She followed me down toward the beach.

“You’ll see.”

“Whoa.” She whispered suddenly.

“What?”

“This is amazing.” She motioned to the large white volcanic rock formations we were approaching as we got closer to the water.

“Oh yeah. They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” I smiled, enjoying watching her sense of wonder. “There’s a few I’ll show you that I enjoy diving from. And, the beaches on the other side of the island have these boulders that look almost like earth toned rainbows or something. I’ve been told it’s because of the mineral deposits, but they are pretty awesome to check out, too.”

A few minutes later, as I loaded the boat, she said. “You weren’t kidding. The water is so blue.”

The Aegean Sea was calm, as usual. The beautiful blue water lapping at the mostly stone beach. I motioned her into the boat and once she was settled, I shoved off, climbing in behind her. I smiled to myself watching as she put her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun and peered at the coastline. Ever the artist, I found myself studying the sensual curve of her back as I paddled. I watched the way her ponytail moved across her back when she would turn her head to look at the different rocks and beaches that I paddled us by. I was fascinated by the way her muscles moved on her back and sides when she would turn to continue watching things that caught her eye as we passed them. I certainly noticed the curve of her breasts that would come into view periodically when she turned far enough to expose the sides of her bikini. Goddamn, she’s beautiful, I thought to myself.

After a few minutes of me paddling in silence, I glanced up from her back and noticed her looking over her shoulder at me.

“What is it?” She asked, smiling sweetly at me. Busted. Not that I thought she’d mind.

“Just looking at you.” I grinned, a little self conscious.

“Well, just don’t paddle us into a rock or anything, okay?” A smirk crept across my sister’s lips.

“If you only knew,” I chuckled, knowing what was coming.

“If I only knew what?”

“You’ll see. It’s a surprise.” I kept paddling, purposely being cryptic. She squinted back at me for a moment, debating if she wanted to push the issue. She let her eyes gaze down at the sapphire blue water. Even though I knew from experience that the water where we currently were was at least thirty or forty feet deep, you could see the bottom clearly.

“Do they have many shark attacks here?” She asked, suddenly. I started laughing, remembering when I’d asked Theron the same thing.

“Not at all. In fact, from everything I’ve been told, there aren’t any sharks here.”

“You don’t have to make fun of me over it, asshole.” Amy replied, sounding a little embarrassed.

“It’s not that. I was laughing because I asked Theron the same question the first time he took me out here fishing.”

“Oh!” She brightened again.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

We paddled along huge cliffs made of the same white volcanic rock back by the house. The island really was a stunning place.

“You see those caves along the cliff?” I asked.

She nodded.

“There’s dozens of them along the beaches. One guy in Plaka told me there’s more than a hundred.”

“Wow. That’s pretty crazy.”

I paddled us over to the section of cliff I had been looking for, near a cave entrance that was almost at water level. There was no way that a person could paddle through it in a boat, although the boat itself would fit. I pulled the paddle out of the water and set it in the boat.

“Here we are.” I announced, and grinned at her puzzled expression.

“Why here?” Amy asked.

Instead of replying, I stood and dove in the cool water. I swam underwater to the front of the boat where she was perched and came up for air next to her. She was looking down at me like I was an amusing idiot.

“Lay back,” I told her.

“Excuse me?” She cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Lay down, so you’re level with the boat. Unless you wanna crack your head open.” I repeated, thumbing over my shoulder at the rocks. I swam to the front of the boat and grabbed the tow line.

Amy looked up at the cave entrance and back at me, suddenly figuring out what I was planning.

“We’re going in there?”

“Yep.” I grinned, wiping away the sea water that had pooled in my eyebrows.

“Why do you have to pick the hardest one to get into?” She asked as she laid back on the trash bag.

“Believe me, there are some much harder.” I replied as I pulled the boat into the crevice.

It slide through the entrance, just barely scraping on one side because I had the angle just a little off. The roof of the entrance glided over Amy’s head and I saw her raise a hand to brush against it like a little kid would do. It made me smile. About ten feet into the cave, the passage widened into a pool. The only illumination seemed to come from the water itself as the sun spilled in from the cave entrance, giving the water a glowing blue green look. Shadows from the water rippled across the cave walls.

Amy sat up and looked around with a sense of wonder that I hadn’t seen on her face since our parents took us to Disney World as kids. I smiled at the memory. I couldn’t help feeling pleased with myself for having blown her mind by showing her this place.

“Holy shit, Adam!” She exclaimed as I pulled the boat up to the bank.

“I know. Pretty bad ass, isn’t it?” I pulled myself out of the water onto the rocks and extended a hand to her. She took my hand and stepped out of the boat, nodding her head as she did so.

“A couple of months after I first moved here I got curious about the caves. Mostly just to kill time.” She didn’t look like she was listening to me, but I continued. “Anyway, this was maybe the sixth or seventh one I went into.”

“It’s so beautiful!” She continued gazing around. I wasn’t entirely sure she had blinked yet.

I stepped over to her and settled my hands on the swell of her hips. Her eyes moved over to meet mine.

“You’re more beautiful, though.” I said quietly, hoping the over saturated, clearly calculated line would crack her up.