Page 29 of His Atonement

With a quick muss to my hair, the mohawk new and provided by my most precious gem in a fit of boredom, I grab my blunts, stick one behind each ear, stuff my gold lighter into another pocket, and head toward the tunnel with a sick grin on my face.

I cannot wait for Frankie to see her creation in all its fucked up glory.

Surely I won't be giving her the desired reaction by wearing this outfit for all to see, by embracing her forced sense of fashion and parading it around the grounds like a goddamn model.

A little payback for the way she raved about the Nicolas Cage makeover I provided.

When I walk through the kitchen I find it empty, save for Henrich, so I mosey over to the fridge, rummage around for something to eat and act as though my ass cheeks aren't hanging out.

"Well then,” he says with obvious skepticism. "Trying out a new style this morning, are we?"

I grin into the crisper drawer and remove two red delicious apples. "Thought I should change things up a bit."

Henrich chuckles, and clears his throat. "You most definitely achieved that. This is quite the change, brother."

Grabbing two beers, I go upright, turn to face him and smile. "Go big or go home. Isn't that how the saying goes?"

"Yes…" He nods slowly. "But perhaps you should allow me to perform a scan of your clearly damaged brain. I fear your time in that prison cell is starting to get to you."

“Nonsense." I wave the beers through the air dismissively. "I'm setting a new trend, as evident by my new title." I point to my chest whereFashion Guruis written in neon pink script underneath the huge heart.

Henrich barks out a laugh, then looks me over head to toe. "Cora is going to love those socks."

I smirk because yes she will. "And though I would give her the moon if she asked it of me, my precious gem will not be receiving these monstrosities because they are mine." Then I head toward the back deck. "Where is my sister this fine morning? I should like to see what she thinks of my wardrobe."

"By the pool." Henrich shakes his head, and follows me. "Vok and Andrej have taken the girls for a swim, the little one relaxes with Allie and Frankie in the sun."

Perfect.

Ignoring the slight twitch to my cock, I pull open the doors and start into the yard. "And where are the others?"

"Gracie went with Casey and Milos into town to pick up breakfast, Kai and Posey have not yet made an appearance." Henrich falls into step beside me. "Janet is at the library with Hank setting up for the book sale, and Karel is somewhere on the property, possibly doing another fruitless perimeter sweep."

"Unfortunate they will miss the show."

We continue toward the pool making light conversation, Henrich inquiring about what happened to my clothes, my absolutely delighted self refusing to rat Frankie out.

This game we are most definitely playing is hers and mine alone, and I will not have it put to an end before I can retaliate.

My skin prickles as the pool house comes into view, those chill bumps scattering along my flesh while we pass the outdoor kitchen, and as soon as I see my sweet sister laid out on a chaise next to my target, I have to take a moment to gather my wits.

I adjust the front of my shorts because my dick absolutely loves what I'm seeing, so much so he's trying to sneak out the bottom of the mangled denim to wave hello.

Frankie is draped over the chaise on her stomach next to Cora, the tiniest scrap of black fabric barely covering her peach-shaped ass, a gorgeous replica of Salvador Dali'sThe Burning Giraffeon her entire back.

Now that I'm able to appreciate it more thoroughly, I see that Frankie's entire body is covered in artwork, real artwork painted by the greats.

Edgar Degas'sThe Green Dancerdown the back of her left thigh,The Tubon the back of her left calf.

The back of her right thigh has Claude Monet'sThe Artist's Garden at Giverny,Water Lilieson that calf.

Her tattoos are beautiful, replicated almost perfectly in style, even giving the illusion that they are painted on her skin in the same medium the artists originally used.

Gods, how I want to see her completely naked, let my eyes roam her gorgeous flesh and drink in the rest of the masterpieces immortalized there.

Instead, I shake my head to clear it, and continue moving toward them with as much swagger as I can muster while envisioning horrible disgusting things so I don't get a massive boner when I finally reach them.

Samson, my sister’s loyal companion, gets to his four feet as he sees me first, and trots over while his tail wags happily in greeting.