Page 6 of Bad Brother: The Collection

“Your body is too delicious,” Michael said and received a moan. He was trying to push the thoughts aside.

“You can show me that by giving me a good fucking,” Alicia said the words she never thought she would be telling Michael. Hell, she had not even told any of her boyfriends. He knew she had a couple of them but did not care. It was as if Michael was bringing out a new and nasty her. And she liked it, the same way she liked what he was doing to her body.

“Do not worry, I am going to do enough damage,” and with that, he started to head south. He kissed her tenderly once more earning more moans until he was right at the apex of her legs.

She was wet, her pussy was too wet as a matter of fact and he gave it one long and rough lick making her cum all of a sudden. The man had introduced her to something magical.

Michael had only needed to lick her once and she was already writhing as her orgasm laid her to waste. He was not done with her, his tongue got to work immediately, lapping and tongue fucking her until her moans filled the bedroom.

Michael finally found her clit and suddenly sucked on it as hard as she could. Alicia screamed as yet another orgasm racked her body. She was in heaven and her stepbrother was introducing her to it. Michael worked on her clit until it was fully swollen before he stepped back to admire her beauty. This was great, he thought. He knew that the pussy he was about to plunge into was very tight and he could not wait to get to it. Alicia wondered whether she was ever going to stop herself from going after this man.

His cock was hard already, it was a monstrous affair and it was going to do the job she wanted. Michael had shown her his tool and now he was going to show her that he could use it with a lot of effectiveness. And he was not in the business of letting her admire it first. The admiration had come earlier as he undressed.

He wanted some action. He wanted to fuck her senseless and spill his load deep into her. Michael positioned himself in front of her pussy and started to push his cock into her. She moved her hips to adjust to his size. She was good at this, Michael realized. The way she was taking him was as if she had seen him before and was mentally prepared for his size. This size had made his girl happy, he was sure it was going to make Alicia happy as well.

“I like the way you handle this big cock,” he said and smiled at her as he pushed his cock into her.

Michael pushed his cock further until he had half of his phallus in her. He then withdrew and pushed further again until his whole cock was buried deep into her. She was impressed by how he handled her. He had actually managed to make her breath run short. Michael waited until she was well relaxed before he started to piston into her.

He fucked her steadily at first, listening to her whimper as he touched all the right places. Her hands went to her nipples and she pinched them hard before spreading her legs even wider. She had forgotten everything. Michael finally started to pick up the pace, fucking her ruthlessly as her body moved back and forth like a dish rag. He fucked her with pure abandonment until her orgasm hit and she came hard. Michael did not stop. His orgasm was right on him and he worked faster and harder until he felt his own cum shooting forth and at the same time her pussy clenching from another orgasm before finally pulled out.

He collapsed on top of her, but she pushed him to the side. Snaking her hand to his cock, she felt the deflating member coated in both their juices. She tasted her fingers and smiled to herself. Euphoria covered her like a cloud.

The End

Meeting A Stepsister

John woke up and immediately realized that he was in an unfamiliar bed. Everything around him was new and foreign to him. This made him feel a little depressed because he did not know what to expect. He was in a new country with new people, and while everyone seemed happy, he wondered how long this

happiness would last. The door opened all of a sudden and a young woman walked into the room.

“Why are you still asleep?” she asked. She did not sound happy.

“Uhm, because it's—,” John looked at the clock on the bedside table, it was seven.

“It is seven,” he added and did some quick calculation on how many hours he was losing.

“Here we wake up early. You do not get to sleep as much as you want,” she said. Still, she did not sound happy, as if John had wronged her or something.

The truth was this was the longest conversation they had ever had. They had met three months back when John traveled to England for the very first time. They had not said much because of the awkwardness of the situation. While John knew she was a pretty hot young woman, he knew that he would never try anything with her.

Their parents seemed happy to be together. Her mother had recently married his father and they seemed to be getting along well. They laughed and took trips. They watched the television together. They even dressed in the same colors. They acted so much in love that John decided he was never going to follow them anywhere. While he was not for the idea of his father getting another wife, he knew that there was no way he would allow himself to come between his father and the happiness that awaited him.

This led to John keeping most of his thoughts to himself. He preferred to discuss them in his head other than hurt the person he loved.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” the young woman asked sternly.

John refocused his eyes on her and asked her what she wanted.

“I am waking you up for breakfast, you nitwit,” the woman said. He tried to recall her second name but failed. He could only recall Emma. It did not matter though, soon someone was going to call her and she would recall.

“You eat breakfast at seven?” John asked. That sounded unreal. He was used to eating his breakfast at nine. Now here was a new schedule and he was happy.

“Yes, that is what you are supposed to do,” Emma said with a sarcastic smile. John slumped on the bed and groaned. He could not believe he was being woken up this early to go eat. Not that he did not love his food, he just was not ready to get out of bed. Hell, he was not even ready to use his phone, which he could not locate where it was.

“I will come down later,” John said when he noticed she had started being irritable. He did not want her ruining his morning. And it did not matter that she was in her house, as much as he was concerned, this was his house too.

“No, you have to get up right now, and make it snappy because we do not have the whole day for you.”

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