Page 11 of Back to You

“Thanks, but there’s not much, and I like to make my sister work,” Brandon said with a grin, walking backwards.

“Brandon, I will shove this box of books so far up your ass your intestines will be more educated than you are,” said Michelle from two inches behind him.

“Jesus!” Brandon yelped, spinning around and backing away. “Warn a dude.”

Michelle glared at him for good measure before dumping the box next to the first on the bed. She started to flounce out of the room before catching sight of Steven, who was staring at her without blinking.

“Yes?” She said with all the attitude her 5’2” frame could muster. Which, as Brandon could attest, was a lot of attitude.

“Uh …” said Steven, seemingly unable to look away from Michelle. Brandon was starting to wonder about dude’s eyes drying out. He stammered a few more times before going silent.

Just then a random bro wandered by and caught sight of Michelle. “Damn girl, you are looking fine as hell,” he smarmed with an honest-to-God wink. “How about you and me spend a little time together?”

Michelle raised one perfect eyebrow, and Brandon took a huge step back. “A little time, huh? What do you propose?”

Bro took a step closer and smirked down at Michelle. “Well I know what I’d like to do with you, but I’ll let the lady choose.” He accompanied this with a slow scan up and down Michelle’s admittedly fantastic figure, maintaining his smirk the whole time. Brandon took another step back.

“Well aren’t you precious,” Michelle purred, eyes narrowing slightly. “So if I said I had no interest and told you to fuck off …?”

Bro’s eyes widened briefly before that horrifying grin returned. “Baby, why you trying to do me like that? I’m just looking to spend some time —” he took another leisurely perusal of Michelle’s body, “— worshipping at your altar, if you know what I mean.”

Brandon immediately started waving his hands frantically over her head, trying to head off the impending train wreck. But Bro was blinded by the light of Brandon’s gorgeous blonde big sister. So many brave had tried. So many had failed.

Michelle stepped up and laid a hand on Bro’s chest. “What is your name?” she asked sweetly.

“Roach,” he said, a poor stupid possum unaware of the Mack truck bearing down on it.

“Of course it is,” said Michelle dryly. “Okay Roach, here’s the deal. You’re young. You’re in college. You have the potential to be cute. You have a lot going for you. But if you talk to me or any woman like that again, I’m going to reach inside your body, find your undescended testicles, and rip them off without even messing up my manicure. Then I’m going to use them to make myself a nice new coin purse.” She smiled up at the now-pale Roach. “You get me?”

“Yes ma’am.” Roach wisely retreated to the hallway, keeping his eyes on Michelle. “Sorry ma’am.”

“Wise boy.” With that, Michelle sauntered back out of the room, yelling at Brandon over her shoulder to move his ass.

Steven shuddered. “My God.”

“Yeah,” said Brandon.

“She’s amazing,” Steven sighed dreamily. “Will she be here a lot, do you think?”

Brandon stared for a moment, then turned and walked out.

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“You really only roomed with him for that one semester before he dropped out,” Michelle said.

“Poor guy. It took him that long to get the courage to stand up to those parents of his. Have y’all talked to them at all?”

“Nope,” said Michelle, hopping up to grab plates and silverware. “And I don’t expect we will. You remember what a fuss they made when he enlisted, and then again when we got married. We’re all beneath them now that he deviated from their perfect life plan for him.”

“Ugh,” Brandon muttered. “Useless people. Anyway.”

“Uncle B, what are you cooking?” Riley said as she darted into the room. Riley had two speeds — running and asleep.

“Excuse me, young lady, have you finished your homework?” her mother asked dubiously.

“I did, I promise! I can show you,” Riley said.

“How much homework can a second grader have?” Brandon wondered.

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