Foot Job under the Table

"Of course, Dad. How could I not like this? After all, my dear little sister made it, right? I'll gladly devour everything here."

Kane saw Violet watching him from the corner of his eye when his dad asked about the food.

How could he say otherwise to a poor girl like her who'd made ramen just for him?

He looked at his sweet sister and smiled, making her blush and look down at her bowl.

'How cute. Keke...'

Kane grinned at her reaction, not noticing his dad's strange look.

"I-I see..."

William said, shrugging and turning his attention back to his food. He wasn't in the mood for chit-chat; his business was going under.

There was a good chance they'd have to leave this apartment soon. More pressing than that was his wife... she was a problem.

He glanced at her, now engrossed in her phone.

She had a fork in one hand and her phone in the other, grinning at the screen like an idiot.

If his business completely failed, she'd be the first to jump ship. That was certain.

"W-what about Vanessa and Tyler?"

Violet asked, eyes glued to her father.

"Oh, honey, you know them. It'd be a miracle if those two actually sat with us once in a blue moon."

William scoffed, diving into his food like it was an Olympic sport.

"Oh..."

Violet's face fell, shadowed by disappointment. She always made food, and those two always grabbed it like bandits and fled to their rooms.

"Well, it's their loss if they don't want to enjoy this Michelin-star family dining experience."

Kane said, his leg sneaking forward to play footsie with Violet's. She jolted in surprise, feeling his leg brush against hers.

"Eek!"

She squeaked, thinking it was an accident. But when she peeked at her brother, he wore a mischievous grin, silently daring her, "What are you gonna do?"

She pouted, not really angry, just annoyed. To Kane, she looked as cute as a puppy in a tutu.

'So innocent... kekeke.'

He thought as he rubbed his legs against Violet's, enjoying the little game.

Then, out of nowhere, he felt her feet disappear. He figured she had pulled back, tired of their antics.

But a millisecond later, a weak and cold foot pressed down on his toe, as if trying to hurt him.

He looked at her, and she was smiling evilly, tilting her head left and right like a mischievous cat.

'Oh, the audacity...'

He smirked and slid his foot under hers, launching a playful attack on Violet's legs.

He touched her shin, then her ankle, then her toes and knees, keeping her on her toes (literally).

She tried hard to dodge, even using her hands discreetly to stop him.

'Ahh... it tickles...!'

She thought, struggling to hold back her laughter as Kane mercilessly attacked her legs like a playful beast.

He even rubbed his foot against her leg, making her blush furiously.

"By the way, honey, did you visit the Hell's Ring today?" 

Out of nowhere, William's question made Victoria choke on her ramen, turning redder than a beet.

She had to guzzle some water to avoid meeting an untimely noodle-induced demise.

Hell's Ring was the arena where the original Kane had fought and met his end.

It was a battlefield used by the city's five major families to train their young fighters, a real-life Thunderdome for aspiring gladiators.

Mixed martial arts were the bread and butter of this city, the most traditional and prestigious sport around.

Young fighters started scrapping like alley cats, hoping to catch the eye of family agents who'd scoop them up and mold them into champions.

It wasn't just about business for these mafia families; it was a matter of prestige.

They all wanted the Holy Grail, an annual trophy awarded to the best fighter of the year.

This was the pro circuit, where only the biggest sharks swam, drawn from all over the globe.

Amateurs like Kane didn't stand a chance in the pro championship.

This was a sea full of big sharks from all around the world. Tampering was off the table here – it was survival of the fittest.

Viktor Romano had seen a glimmer of potential in Kane when he'd shown up begging for money for his mother's treatment.

Viktor made Kane a fighter with a simple deal: win the Holy Grail, and the loan gets written off.

But Kane blew that opportunity sky-high today.

"I-I was there to check on Vanessa, of course. Why else would I be there... ha ha ha..."

The milf put down her phone and stuttered, clearly caught off guard. Kane could see through her lies like glass.

How could he not, after living so long as an immortal?

"Oh? I thought you didn't see the match at all?"

His dad asked again, just as Kane caught a foot with his hand that was trying to kick him.

Violet was startled as he pulled her closer, making her sit on the edge of her seat, pressed against the table.

She glared at him, but he just smiled back, amused by the game.

"No. I just went there to check on her, that's all. I didn't want to see some sweaty guys and girls fighting each other almost naked. Ha ha ha..."

Victoria said, which was rich coming from a woman practically dressed for a Victoria's Secret runway.

Not that Kane was complaining. If anything, his little brother was already up and saluting her milkers.

Meanwhile, he pulled her foot closer until it nestled snugly between his legs, a hot pole now pressing against her sole.

She gasped, eyes wide, as she realized what her foot was touching.

But Kane acted oblivious, his attention supposedly on their parents' conversation. To her, it seemed like he wasn't even aware of what he was doing.

Of course, that was exactly what he wanted her to believe.

Not wanting to make him embarrassed, she tried to pull her leg back.

But Kane suddenly tightened his hold, keeping her foot firmly in place and pressing her sole even harder between his legs.

'W-why???? He isn't even paying attention but...'

She was caught between embarrassment and annoyance, feeling the heat of his throbbing cock against her foot.

And now, he was rubbing her foot up and down like it was some sort of stress ball.

'W-what should I do??? I can't move my leg now...!?'

She wanted to scream and run away, the embarrassment overwhelming her.

All the naughty thoughts she had just fingered away came rushing back: his chiselled body, his hot, throbbing cock...

'NO! You must calm down, Violet!! It's your brother!'

She scolded herself, trying to calm down.

After all, Kane was still eating nonchalantly, not caring about her foot at all and just listening to their parents.

Yet, she could feel the girth and heat of his manhood against her foot.

She could always pull her leg back with enough force, but for some reason, she didn't want to.

She had never felt this kind of excitement before—it was like being on a rollercoaster that just kept going up.

Her pussy was getting wetter than a rain-soaked sponge, and her toes curled involuntarily, rubbing against Kane's shaft.

She gasped, quickly covering her mouth with one hand to stifle the sound.

Meanwhile, Kane kept his focus on his food and their parents' conversation, occasionally chiming in as if nothing unusual was happening under the table.

'H-He isn't even feeling it, right? Th-then maybe... n-no...'

But it was too late now.

Her foot had found its resting place on the chair seat, and it was slowly massaging his throbbing member, which was pressed against his left thigh.

The thin fabric of his shorts was working overtime, struggling like a dam about to burst, trying to contain the sheer size of Kane's cock.