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  Bad Brother: The Collection

  By Shelly Pasia

  Copyright@2017 by Shelly Pasia

  Smashwords Edition

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  This Collection is loaded with, hot, graphic sex! It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

  Stepbrother’s Room

  Sally slammed her locker and followed through with a punch that hurt her entire hand. She was angry. Hell, she was not even angry, this was not anger. This was like a disease eating into her, or a fire spreading through her veins so rapidly, agitating her anger and making her blood boil. The punch reverberated through the entire locker room as she stepped back and flexed her fingers.

  They were going to hurt for some time, this she knew. She did not care, however. All she wanted was the little pain to take care of her murderous thoughts. She could not believe that at twenty-five and in college, she still had to deal with bullies. It was stupid. Hell, it was crazy. Why the hell would someone this old want to bully her?

  Of course, there was the issue of jealousy. They were jealous, and they did not even try to hide it. Everyone in college knew it; everyone in college was talking about it. She knew that in high school, she was going to have to deal with the grown women who did not want to see her succeed. This was the hardest task because she was not prepared for this. And to think that she had come to college with the intention of following through with her career and becoming a pro.

  It all started back in high school. Sally was a rather athletic person and she enjoyed taking on tasks that would normally be tried by gymnasts. While she hated gymnastics, she knew she would do well in the cheerleading session if only she followed the right paths. Someone had hinted to her that if she became good at it, she would be picked by a good team and get a lot of money from it.

  There were few cheerleaders and the market was rather extensive. Great teams were in need of cheerleaders for entertainment purposes but the market did not have enough of them. Even when a lot of girls followed the path, they did not really make the cut because, with age, some interests were abandoned.

  Sally knew for a fact that she would never abandon being a cheerleader, at least not easily. She loved being flipped in the air. She loved the dances and her body would flow as if it was operating itself. At times Sally felt like she was watching her body from outside every time she was in the pitch entertaining the audience. Her strongest part was the contemporary sets.

  These were not the conventional motions that a cheerleader is supposed to go through. While there is a lot of flipping and dancing, a professional cheerleader was allowed to dance to the music of her choice. Dancing, it was what made Sally the happiest. She would dance in front of the audience in such a sophisticated way that would leave them looking forward to seeing her. Dressed in her sexy outfit, her dark skin glistening in the light, she was always the queen of the floor.

  That was what bothered the rest of the girls. To start with, Sally was a charmer. This meant that she had earned the admiration of the right people. The wrong people had seen her as a threat. Sally understood them most of the time. It was because they had joined the career with the hopes that they would not grow out of it. Now they were doing things that they did not find fun anymore and they were taking it out on her.

  Being a cheerleader was not a walk in the park. There were diets to adhere to. There was a routine set out that they were supposed to follow to the letter. The routine included a lot of exercising which at times even Sally agreed was tiring. Her trainer, as well as the rest of the girls, was a hard ass. He never let her rest. The man was always trying to put her through extremes conditions so she could bring out the best in her. While Sally had disliked it at first, she had finally realized that she would be quicker and agiler on the pitch after such a workout.

  This led her to embrace the program. After all, she wanted to be the best there ever was. This was not hard. The bar had not exactly been set very high. Within months, Sally was making news waves among her colleagues. People had actually started watching games just to see her. Sports commentators never missed mentioning her name and appraising her for what she was doing on the pitch.

  Technically, Sally was eating off her sweat. She was a hot cake at the moment, clubs wanted to sign her in as soon as possible. People were offering great sums of money just so she could appear for their audiences.

  Sally took all this in one stride, made sure to act gracefully around everyone and accepted projects that she could handle. It was clear that she had left a blazing trail for her colleagues to follow, something they were clearly not able to. So instead of working harder, they tried to bully her.

  It was as if Sally could allow being bullied. Well, Sally allowed them to bully her every now and then. She did not want to cause unnecessary fights. This did not mean that she let them walk all over her. Sally was a strong young woman who knew when to say no and step up into someone’s face. And she knew that most of the time, her ‘friends’ wanted her to do that so they could involve her in a fight.

  Sally was, however, a smart woman, she knew that the moment she as much as flashed a fist, they would destroy her and they would start with her face. They would probably even shave her head and break her legs. This she was not afraid of, what she was afraid of was that she would be tempted to kill them all. Sally did not want to go to prison. She knew, however, that she was going to have to stop them in a way. This way they would allow her to concentrate on her trade.

  She finished up in the locker room and stepped outside. She was still angry at the name calling from earlier. She had walked away, something that was completely against what she knew. Her father was not like that. He was a fierce man, a man who was not used to walking away from fights. She, on the other hand, preferred to use her brains more than she used her fists. Sally knew that if she told her father, then the man would come to school.

  Sally suddenly realized that she was like her stepmother. The woman had joined her life seven years ago and the two had bonded well. She had come with a son who was the same age as she was. The two had gotten along well but they did not hang around the same groups. Marco was a different man from his mother. He was more like his stepfather.

  The young man had attended college to play football. The only similarity they had was the fact that they were both very dedicated to their grades. While Sally was the queen of cheerleading, Marco was the quarterback to beat. The man was like a tornado once he started moving. Nothing stopped him.

  This was not the time to think of Marco, however. Sally wanted to get home because there were just too many things to do. She took the back exit and walked to her parking lot where she found Marco waiting for her. Normally, the young man drove home without her; they both had their cars after all.

  “What are you doing here?” Sally asked. She had not been expecting him and she did not feel like she wanted to talk to him. She did not feel like talking to anyone.

  “My car broke down, I was wondering if I could ride with you,” Marco said.

  Marco had a swag that was yet to be matched. The man was too cool. He was the man every guy wanted to be. His confidence was unmatched. The way he talked, way her walked, and carried himself, it spoke of a man who knew what he wanted. Girls in college literary fought each other for him. He was also a good deal taller than most people in college. At six feet five inches, and a well-developed body, Marco was a beast.

  “What happened to it?” Sally asked.

  “I don’t know. I am going to have it towed to the garage once I got home. Let’s go?” he asked as she unloc
ked her door.

  Sally did not speak. She did not have to. Of course, she was going to take him home because he was her stepbrother. This was, however, not her original plan because she did not want to have to talk to anyone on her ride home. It was her most peaceful time. Yet her stepbrother wanted to join her and possibly ruin her mood even more.

  They both settled in the car as Sally started the car and pulled it out of the parking lot. This was going to be one long and awkward drive because Sally was not planning on saying a damn word. She drove along the long parking lot and started to turn towards the main exit when a car stopped in front of her making her slam on her brakes. Marco cursed as they both looked to see the same bunch of girls exit the car and stand there.

  “Really, bitches? You want to ruin my day?” Sally asked reaching under her seat and pulling out a wheel spanner.

  Marco stopped her and yanked the spanner out of her hands. “Let me deal with this,” he said, visibly angry at them.

  He stepped outside, the spanner held in a way that the girls would not see easily. From the way he was speaking, it was clear that he was angry. Sally was in the car and could not hear what he was saying, but she could see their faces change from hate to more hatred. She watched Marco count to three with his fingers before the spanner materialized. Before any girl could say a word, the windscreen was already shattered. He moved to the driver’s window and aimed his spanner as the girls screamed.

  Marco only needed to hit it once, and the window shattered like it had been made with the thinnest sheet of glass. He then menacingly moved towards the women, his eyes gleaming with anger. The screaming stopped as the women stepped back from his approaching frame. He said something to them and then walked back to the car and got in.

  There was a brief silence as Sally thought about what had happened. She then started laughing she laughed so hard that tears started rolling down her cheeks.

  “What the hell did you tell them?” Sally asked.

  Marco bent down and pushed the spanner below his seat and took a deep breath. They watched as the woman got into the car and drove to the side so Sally could pass.

  “I did not do a lot of talking. I just told them that if they ever bothered you again, I would do the same to their faces,” Marco said.

  “You said that?” Sally asked. She was shocked. She could never believe that Marco had actually stood up for her if she had not seen it with her own two eyes.

  “Yes, I know that they have been on your case for a long time. I have heard about it and honestly, people are tired of it. They are outdated, and should go home and not stand in the way of someone's success,” Marco said with a sigh.

  There was a long silence in the car as Sally drove towards their home. Never before had she thought that the man would stand up for her? Hell, he had heard all that and decided to act? But why?” she wondered as a tear spilled down her cheek. She was starting to get emotional.

  “That was very nice of you,” Sally said as the pulled into the parking lot.

  Marco simply grunted and stepped out of the vehicle. He had other things to handle and being emotional with her was not one of them. His car had broken down and he needed to have it fixed.

  He knew that there were repercussions that would follow with what he had done. He had let anger control him. But then again, he had stopped a bunch of stupid women from ruining the life of his sister. Sister, that word lingered in his mind as he walked to the house. He wondered whether he would ever see Sally as his sister.

  The truth was there was nothing wrong with Sally. She was a cool girl even to hang out with. They did not hang out that much, however. The problem was that he thought she was the hottest chic he had ever seen and this canceled out the fact that their parents were married. They did not live most of their lives at home, but they were still married.

  He had decided to stay away from Sally for a very long time. Ever since he watched her mesmerize the crowd in the pitch one day and wondered what it would feel to have her, he decided to keep away. The good thing about it was that their friendship had not grown to a point of Sally noticing. Or maybe she did notice but did not give a hoot. Marco did not want to think about that. He wanted to handle his car first.

  He would then have to call his father and tell him what he had done. These were the repercussions Marco was talking about. His father would get angry, rant and rave before calming down. That period was the most dreaded because as much as Marc was a star player, his slate was never clean. There were just too many things he did that made him fall slightly off the mark that would allow him to be the perfect son. He also knew that he needed to talk to a few of his friends so they could tell what really happened. This would make sure that the administration was not so hard on him. After all, he was trying to stop them.

  Sally, on the other hand, walked into the house and made her way straight to her room. She still could not believe that her stepbrother had actually stepped up for her. From what he had done, she was sure that she was going to be given a wide berth. No one was going to bother her. She would study and practice without the fear of being hated on. She hated the thought that she was being bullied because she believed that no one could bully her.

  Sitting on her bed, Sally went through the day once more. She had probably done so about a thousand times from the moment he got into her car back in school. He had not talked about what would happen next and she did not want to think about what would happen. She knew, however, that things would get hot, both at home and in school. She wondered whether Marco was well prepared for whatever would come. This she decided that she could talk to him later when they were having dinner.

  Their parents were not around. Most of their dinners were spent eating alone or together. Even when they ate together, they did not say much. Sally did not know why. She had a feeling that the man was avoiding her or outing some distance between them. She could not possibly think of why he would do that. Seated there on the bed, something told Sally that she should go ask him why he was always avoiding her yet ready to stand up for her. She wanted to know why he was acting like that.

  Without doing anything else, Sally got to her feet and walked to her stepbrother’s room. For some reason, the man had picked one at the very end of the hallway, away from her. This was not what she had seen in her friends’ houses. But she was not ready to start asking questions. Marco seemed to want his privacy a lot. Sally had only gotten into his room one time since Marco moved in with his mother. Even then, she had not stayed for more than five minutes. She walked to the door and suddenly realized how nervous she was.

  This made her laugh because she did not expect to be nervous in her house. She was in her stepbrother’s room for crying out loud. It was not as if she had a crush on him. She was about to knock the door when a voice from behind her asked what she wanted.

  It was Marco and he had caught her so off guard that for a few seconds she could not think of what to say. Marco smiled at her and reached past her to open the door to his room.

  “You still haven’t told me what you want,” he said, allowing her to get into his room.

  Sally walked as if she was in a trance and stopped right in the middle of the room. She looked around the room and noticed how neat the guy was. This she knew because she had heard her stepmother comment about it. Sally was the untidy one.

  “I wanted to thank you for standing up for me earlier,” Sally finally said.

  Marco nodded and raised an eyebrow, “Okay, you are welcome,” he said.

  There was nothing much to do or say. This was fast turning awkward, and Marco did not feel like the most comfortable person in the house at the moment. Whatever prompted Sally to do what she did next, even she could not explain. She turned towards Marco moved towards him faster than he had anticipated. Before he could thank, she had already inched up and kissed him on the lips.

  Marco knew what was happening. A line was being crossed. This line could never be uncrossed and they were never going to stop, so
mething told him that. Sally moved fast, stripping him of his clothes so she could see him before he changed his mind. She was hungry for cock and she wanted some cock.

  Her eyes roamed across his body and he felt his resolve dying. He was going to give in. he was going to slam his cock into her pussy and feel whatever it was that his demons were drawing him towards. He imagined what it would be like to fuck this woman, to submit to the raw passion that threatened to tear his eyes and take her right there and then. It would feel nice, he concluded as he watched her. His room had a shower and she pushed him towards it. She wanted them to share a shower first before they got into business.

  Sally, on the other hand, stood there unable to think as her breathing got heavier. This was exactly what she knew would happen the moment she walked into the room. From the look he was giving her, she doubted whether he had not thought about her in the same way she was thinking about him right now. And she knew she was going to have this man for a long time, not just today. He opened the door so she would step in. He was a magnificent creature, his cock long and hard. He moved by instinct, he had suddenly transformed into an animal, one very horny animal.

  This was the beast he had transformed into few minutes they had been together, a beast she wanted to handle. Well, she was going to set it free. She was going to show him that she could also make him wild, wilder than he had ever imagined. She did not know him very well, but she was planning to know him better than anyone did. It was funny that a long cock was all she needed to turn her into such a slut. Well, it could be better or longer, or both, but she did not care. All she cared for right now was this man. Her delicious man standing in front of her, with lust glazed eyes.

  His face inched closer to hers and their lips met, each of them succumbing to the passion that was threatening to tear them apart. Marco kissed his stepsister like there was no tomorrow while Sally kissed back as if her life depended on it.

  She broke the kiss all of a sudden and pushed him back to the water, she wanted to see the water running down his body, but Marco was not done with her yet. He went back and held her by the waist. He needed to have her right there and then and he was not hiding it. His cock was at least not going to hide that piece of truth. Sally looked into his eyes and noticed the lust, she moaned softly, asking him with her eyes to carry on and his kisses moved to her chest where he found a pair of beautiful mounds. Marco was an expert in this game and he knew just where to touch and how.