Bad Brother: The Collection

by Shelly Pasia

  No one would have thought that something like this would ever happen. At least not a few hours ago, when Sally was still trying to figure out how to shut him up. Sally had never given him a second look. What changed that, even she could not tell. If you asked Sally about them being in this situation a few hours ago, she would have scoffed and called him a loser or a child. Before, he was just a loser, someone she could not waste her time with. But now he was something else. He was taller and stronger; his muscles seemed to shine from the water that cascaded over him. He was an improved version of himself. It was all Sally needed to give herself to him.

  “Where have you been all this time?” she asked, stopping him. The questions did not make sense, but she felt like she needed to ask these questions. He should have married her mother sooner, then maybe she would be using his cock on a daily basis.

  He took her in his arms and kissed her again, “I don’t know. I also don’t know how you did it, but I have a feeling that this is never going to stop. You are driving me crazy,” he said and looked into her eye. Indeed, he was being driven crazy. He thought about his wife, she was going to kill him if she ever found out.

  Sally took his cock in her hand and started to stroke it slowly. She watched the man start to come to life. His body was starting to uncoil and his cock was growing bigger and better. This was too good. He knew he was not going to last long in these conditions so he made her stop and pulled her close to him, his cock sliding between her legs.

  He took some soap and lathered her body, making her nice and soapy before he started to wash her. He cleaned her thoroughly, taking good care of her pussy and breasts. She was his queen for the night. He was not going to even look at is phone. The music would be danced to later. Once he was done, she did the same to him, washing every part of his fine body. She rubbed his cock until he was ready to cum before she stopped and let the water clean him off. He was not done with her. He pulled her into another kiss before pulling her into his arms. He was going to fuck her so hard.

  Marco slowly tweaked her nipples and slid down until he was cupping her pussy. It was already burning up from the anticipation and she spread her legs even wider for him to work on her. Marco slid a finger into her pussy and slowly started to finger fuck her. She was tight and hot and he loved every minute of it. His thumb found her clit and he started to assault it sending her into multiple orgasms as she felt his cock hardening behind her. He was ready for action and her pussy was beginning to be filled with the meat.

  Marco stepped back and made her bend over before he slowly started to slide into her. His cock was rubbing all the right places and making her want to scream. And to scream she did, they were alone in the house and they were not expecting anyone. Her body was also screaming from an approaching orgasm. One that wanted to tear her apart.

  He increased his pace and started to really fuck her. Giving all his energy and strength to it. Marco slammed into her pussy with abandonment as Sally pushed back on the cock, meeting his thrusts with vigor. Her impending orgasm started to come over her making her curl her toes against the floor. She had not expected this to happen to her and she finally started to feel her orgasm overpowering her before she came hard, thrusting forward so that her head hit the wall. It was not very painful. Marco continued to drill into her until he came some time later, filling her with his seed. It was a great way to start a peaceful relationship.

  The End

  Catching Her Stepbrother’s Attention

  Michael sat in the kitchen and held an ice pack on his head. He was in pain, but he could manage it. At least he could do so with a pack of ice, otherwise, it would leave an ugly mark. To think that he had a road trip in a week, yet someone had the audacity to throw a bowl at him.

  Michael was angry. However, he knew he deserved that bowl to his head because he was being a prick. It was not as if he had been expecting a different outcome. Even when he had gone to look for trouble, he had known there was the possibility of getting hurt. Now he was in the kitchen with an ice pack.

  His mind went back to about thirty minutes when he received the bashing. He had not seen the bowl coming, to be honest. Otherwise, he would have done something about it. He was lucky it was not heavy enough to knock him out.

  Michael had found his stepsister in the living room applying some polish to her nails. The young woman had just graduated from college and was looking for a job. At least that was what she made everyone believe. That she was looking for a job. What she did most, however, was to try out new clothes and new nail polishes. She probably had more makeup kits than the people who actually thought of inventing makeup in the first place.

  Michael had ruffled her hair in a playful manner knowing well that she hated that. Not that she liked him either. Alicia was a different one. She had made it very clear to Michael that they would never be friends. That was six years back when Michael had come with his mother. His mother had been married to Alicia’s father. The parents were busy all the time and were barely ever at home. The would meet in different countries and spend their time there. Since both Alicia and Michale was practically grown up, they did not need to be looked after.

  In fact, the only assistance they were allowed was the laundry and maybe basic housekeeping. They parents did not have a problem with them living in the house for a long as they wanted. After all, it was not as if they lived there most of the time anyway. So the children stayed there and did whatever they wanted. Michael had only recently started working, but his work did not require too much of him. That left him with plenty of time to do whatever he wanted.

  Alicia had not spent a single day looking for a job. She only looked for a job with her mouth. Michael would actually laugh every time he heard her telling her friends how getting a job was difficult in the current economy. He wondered what kind of economy she was talking about. It was not as if Alica knew what the economy was all about. Yet every time she was asked what she was doing, she would go one a roll about how the economy had ruined the job market.

  Micahel disliked her for the simple reason that she did not act like the mature woman she was supposed to be. Even when he played around with her, it was a way of making her feel like a child. The truth was that he had been happier with his mother alone. This other family was just too proud. With his mother, he had had a free life.

  While his life had not changed much after meeting Alicia and her father, he always felt that he had changed in certain ways. Michael did not allow himself to think much about it. They were living a good life, his mother was finally making it in life and she seemed happy. There was nothing else he would want more than that.

  As for Alicia, he knew he would not have to stand her for too longer because he was planning to move out. In fact, he was supposed to have moved out weeks ago. However, his mother had learned about the move and stopped him. Not that she did not want him to move, she just wanted him to wait so she could see where he was moving to. Michael recalled telling her that he was not a mama's boy and the woman had just laughed.

  “I am not going to influence any of your decisions. I just want to see where you are moving into. That’s all,” she had said. Michael knew better, however. He knew that his mother was too protective of him. It was admirable, and maybe that was what made Alicia so angry at him at times.

  When Michael had found Alicia doing her nails in the living room, he had messed with her hair before taking a seat on the opposite side of the living room. He would have stopped there had she not hurled insults at him. Since they never really liked each other, Michael was more than ready to hurl some back.

  One thing led to the next and before he knew it, a bowl that had been on the coffee table came flying towards his face. He had not been quick enough. Hell, he had not even seen it coming. The pain had almost knocked him out and he was lucky he had been seated. Alicia had then gotten to her feet and walked away in a huff. Now thirty minutes later, here he was.

  This was by far the most violent thing Alicia had ever
done. Their fights had been nasty, but the only consisted of words and a little shoving. Alicia did most of the shoving since Michael could not see himself being physical with her. She was not necessarily a strong girl and even when she shoved him, it did not create the impact she wanted it to create.

  Michael found himself wondering why they had to fight every single day. Someone had suggested earlier that he move out and despite the fact that he was moving out, he knew well that he was not moving out from the house because she was bad. His move was influenced by personal reasons. In different circumstances, Michael knew that eh would go after Alicia because she was one hell of a beautiful chic.

  This was something Alicia knew as well and she flaunted her beauty for all to see. It was the one reason why she did not have a boyfriend. She did not want someone who would tie her down. Being tied down meant someone she would have to worry about when she was out in the club getting her freak on. Not that Alicia lived a dangerous life.

  If anything, her outgoing nature could be termed as fairly active. She went out every now and then. Every time she went out, however, Alicia made sure that she had the most fun she could in a night. Sex to her had to be earned. It did not just come free. Neither was it attached to money. She believed that a man had to earn it through his actions. There were men, however, who did not have to earn it. These were men who only needed to look at her and get her to that zone.

  One such man was Michael, and although the idiot did not know it, he had had an effect on her ever since they had met for the very first time. Alicia had been young then and she had known right then and there that she was going to have to make him an enemy. Why, because they were now siblings. She would not allow herself to sleep with her stepbrother. Or maybe she would and could, she was just not there yet. So every time Michael made her angry, she tried to be as physical as possible.

  This she believed would help her stay away from him. The effects were, however, different. Michael liked to tease her. Alicia knew that Michael teased her because he did not like her very much. It was more of bullying than teasing. He teased her just to make her angry and reactive.

  When she heard that he was moving out, Alicia had been happy. But then the man had continued staying in the house and she had wondered what was happening. Her stepmother had finally called her and told her that she was not to allow Michael to move out. Upon asking, Alicia was told that her stepmother wanted to come and see the house that the young man was living in. It made sense, but only a little.

  Alicia was not the kind to argue with her stepmother. She respected her, even loved her for the good things she was doing to her father. While she hated her son’s guts, Alicia loved her stepmother like she would her own mother. And maybe that was why she never allowed herself to get too close to Michael.

  That was also why when he had roughed up her hair earlier, she had reacted in the most explosive ways. This was by far, in Alicia’s standards, the most violent she would ever be. She was honestly not the kind of woman who reacted like that. She did not even have a mean streak in her. And she felt bad for what she had done.

  This she knew would compel her to apologize which was worse because Michael would only make it harder for her. He would make her pay, first for hitting him and then for apologizing for it. As if that was not enough, he would probably mess with her again to make sure that she would never do the same again.

  Despite feeling bad, Alicia did know for a fact that’s he had enjoyed the reaction on his face when she had hit him. It was one of pure horror chances were he would never mess with her again because now he knew the extent of her craziness. He knew that she could flip and cut his head off. Alicia found herself smiling at this.

  Her mind, led by her conscience, started to think of how best to apologize. Going to him and saying she was sorry was a no-no. She would never find the courage to do that. She needed to say she was sorry in a subtle way. In a way that would allow her to take it back if need be. There was no better way than making dinner. She would probably make his favorite and when eh got cocky about it, she would simply say that it was not really meant for him. The good thing was that she had been introduced to chicken by her stepmother and she had loved the way the older woman made her chicken. In fact, she ad loved it so much that she had started to learn how to make it like that.

  She was yet to perfect the art of making such marinated chicken, but she was pretty decent with it. Alicia stepped out of her room and went to the kitchen. She was not surprised to find Michael seated there, with an ice pack over his head. The man looked ridiculous like that. Without saying a word to him, she started collecting the things she would need to make the meal. It would take some time but the good thing was that there was still time for dinner.

  She could tell that Michael was watching her. He had not uttered a word since she walked into the kitchen. She was not planning to be the one to start the awkward conversation. This was because she would be forced to say that she was sorry. She simply collected the chicken from the refrigerator and started making the sauce. All the while Michael sat there, not saying a word. Whether he was watching her or not, Alicia did not care. All she wanted to do was to finish making her chicken in peace.

  “I never thought you would be that violent,” Michael said slowly. He was not playing with her, neither was he trying to make conversation. He was simply pointing out that she had done something he would never imagine she would do.

  “If you kept your hands to yourself, then maybe this would never have happened,” Alicia said without looking at him.

  The truth was that Alicia was feeling guilty already. His words did not make it better for her and she knew that if she showed him her regretful face, he would push it to the end. He would probably make her stab him.

  “But I only touched your hair,” Michael said.

  “I was also trying to touch your hair,” Alicia said and tried to stop herself from laughing.

  “With a ceramic bowl?” Michael could not believe it.

  “Yes, and I will do it again if you ever think of touching my hair again. This shit is expensive,” Alicia said sternly. This time she turned towards Michael so she could show him that she was serious.

  Michael managed a smile and looked away from her. He did not like the way she looked at him. It was probably because she was the sexiest thing he was looking at. Never before had he seen her this angry and sexy at the same time. This got him excited and he hoped that it could not see on his face. Not that he was very good at wearing a poker face.

  Alicia had a quizzical look on her face when he turned to look at her. Michael felt like a clown.

  “What,” he asked.

  “You look funny,” Alicia said.

  “Oh really now? Is it maybe because of the ice pack that you are making me use?”

  “I have not made you use anything. You can drop it if you want to, see if I care,” Alicia said. Her guilt was slowly slipping away and for a second, she wondered why she was even making the chicken. Alica turned and started making the chicken, her thoughts leaving Michael, but only for a few minutes.

  They say energy comes from the eyes, and it explains why one feels like they are being looked at only to turn and meet a pair of eyes looking at them. It was the same feeling Alicia felt as she stood there. She could tell that Michael was looking at her.

  She wondered what he was looking at. Was he looking at her butt? The idea made her heart skip more than it offended her. As a matter of fact, Alicia was surprised that the thought did not offend her one bit. On the contrary. It made her feel sexy in a way that she appreciated. She started moving, doing menial things that on any normal occasion, would not mean much. On this occasion, however, her small movements were so exaggerated such that her butt jiggled with every movement. This she knew would catch her stepbrother’s attention.

  This went on for a few minutes until she felt the man move on his stool. The sound of the moving stool against the floor sort of reverberated inside the kitchen and Alicia kn
ew she had his attention. This was a dangerous game she was playing and she was not even sure where it was leading her. The funny thing was that she wanted it to lead somewhere exciting. Somewhere she would live with the memory.It was like getting I to a high speeding train knowing very well that the brakes would fail any minute. Whatever would happen would beyond their help or power.

  Michael watched her bubble butt in an exaggerated way for some time until he realized that she was putting a show for him. For someone who had an ass that everyone wanted to tap, Alicia was doing a pretty good job. One minute he was looking at her ass with interest and the next he was unable to take his eyes away from the ass.

  Suddenly he heard himself clear his throat and move. He had not planned to move, and the scrapping on the floor made him feel all kinds of weird. He wondered whether Alicia was really doing so intentionally. Did she not know what would befall her if she continued to tease him like that?

  “What are you doing?” he asked all of a sudden

  “Alicia turned all of a sudden and looked at him. This time, she did not have an angry expression. She was the sexiest thing eh had ever seen. He blinked as she smiled.

  “Making your favorite chicken,” Alicia said with a smile that seemed to want to pull him out of his stool.

  “REALLY NOW?” Michael heard himself ask.

  “Yes, what did you think I was doing?” Alicia asked.

  “Nothing really. Please go on.”