Bad Brother: The Collection Page 3

  “Are you sure you want me to go on?”

  Both knew what she was talking about but neither one wanted to admit to the other. At least they did not want to admit it verbally. So instead of saying it, Michael licked his lips and nodded his head. Alicia smiled and turned and continued doing what she was doing. She was creating a source that would help make her chicken taste better. Something told her that she would not be making that chicken.

  “Why don’t you join me?” Alicia asked. This was such a bold move that she felt her head swimming. She was doing something that she was not supposed to do.

  Michael got to his feet and walked towards her. His pain was suddenly forgotten as he put the ice pack away and approached her. She had stopped doing what she was doing and waited with anticipation to feel the hands that she knew oh so well would land on her body. When the did, she pushed back and leaned her back on Michael’s chest. No one would think that something like this would ever happen. Hell, an hour or less ago she was throwing a china bowl to his face. Now here she was, sighing at the way his hands were roaming across her body.

  The fact that they both knew this to be wrong made things even hotter. Michael slid his hand until it cradled her neck and pulled her back so she was facing him in an awkward yet erotic manner. This allowed him to look into her eyes before he inched forward and tenderly kissed her lips.

  The kiss felt odd at first but they both fell in step as each tried to gain some balance. Alicia was too ferocious. She was like a feline animal let loose. Michael finally snapped and kissed her back the way she wanted. It was so hot that he had to put her down and bend to meet her lips.

  And just like that, he stepped back again and held her at arm’s length. Just what the fuck were they doing? He wondered. Alicia was not about to stop. She was horny and here was a man. She smiled at him her eyelashes batting and making him hold his breath. His arms grew weak and fell to his sides.

  “Today is only me and you,” she said and closed the distance between them.

  Taking his hand, Alicia led the man to the bedroom. Michael was too aroused to think. Pushing him to the bed, she walked to the door and locked it. She was never able to have sex with the door opened. It didn’t matter that they were alone in the house. There was something about closed doors that made her feel safe. Also, the last thing she wanted to think about was the thought of anyone finding them.

  “You want me as badly as I want you,” she said walking towards him.

  “You are driving me nuts,” he breathed and she smiled.

  “Want a piece of this?” she Alicia asked. She held her breasts for him to see. Michael could only nod, his voice was dead.

  Taking off her clothes, Alicia worked quickly to get naked for him. Her mind was made up. She lay on the bed and waited for him as he bent down and looked at her face. Their passion rose fast, it started from slow kissing to heavy kissing as soon as he lay next to her.

  And then his hands started to wonder. Her moved his hands behind her and cupped her ample butt, making her moan. He was not sure whether what they were doing was right. He did not want to think about that now. All he wanted to do was to take care of his stepmother.

  “Strip for me Michael,” she said.

  He did not fuss over getting undressed. Michael undressed in quick fashion. He then lay next to her on the bed and kissed her, heading south until he landed on her breasts once more.

  She moaned softly, and Michael groaned, sucking and nibbling on to them until Alicia’s moans started to get louder and louder. He took his time with the woman, hardening her nipples like an expert.

  Alicia felt her body come to life. At least the man knew how to take care of a woman. It was so easy, yet so complicated to make love to this woman. She was good in bed, or rather, she was good when it came to sex. They had not tried it on a bed yet. Michael knew that they would never stop.

  He licked and kissed her body treating it like the most fragile thing until the shivers started before he moved back to her lips. It was as if he realized that this was not the only opportunity he was going to get with her. This woman would come back to him over and over again. And her beauty would always captivate him. There would be no saying no to her.

  “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.”

  “Who is we?” John asked rubbing his eyes. He was not going to wake up, this was something he had not told her.

  “We are waiting for you.”

  “But I thought our parents already left early in the morning.”

  “They landed in Dubai thirty minutes ago,” Emma said.

  “So then, who is we?” John asked.

  “Will you just get the hell up already?” she asked. Her accent was fun to listen to. He did not consider it anything but sexy. It was just fun.

  John pulled his covers to his neck and closed his eyes. She would go or stand there, he did not care. He did not have anything to do anyway, and he was still tired from the trip last night.

  To think that the trip had been a last minute thing. It was as if his father had not planned anything. Well, he had, he was just a man. He assumed that John could get ready as fast as he did. While this was almost the case, there were still things John needed to do before he left his country and went to a new one.

  While he knew before that there was the possibility of his father asking him to move to England with him, he never thought it would come this quick. His father had called him at seven in the evening. There was a jet waiting for John at the airport and he was going to have to come on over.

  “What?” John had asked.

  “Get ready Son, you are going to England in a few hours,” his father had said before hanging up. He had known that John was going to protest, which he did anyway. John raved and ranted for two hours as he got ready and locked the house up.

  Why could they not have told him when the jet was leaving England? He had wondered. What was his father trying to do? There were too many questions to keep him busy throughout the trip He was not happy anyone bit. The driver that picked him up at the airport was too talkative for John’s liking. Then the man had taken him to a place that had gotten John speaking like he had never spoken before.

  It was the very same house he had woken into. The truth was, he had no idea what he was walking into. He had seen a little of the woman who was supposed to get married to his father. He could tell that she came from a wealthy background, but he had not anticipated that she would be stupidly rich. The wedding had not even been lavish, it had been simple. She had worn a simple dress with a simple bouquet of flowers in her hands.

  They had then held a small reception for a few families and friends before they left. That was the last John had seen of his father and the woman whose name was Grace. He had not gotten the chance to tell find out who she really was. The other time he saw her was a little prior to that when they met in England. She was in a hurry, however, and so was John. It was when he had met Emma for the first time. The truth was despite her attitude, the young woman was smart and beautiful.

  They had not talked much, and John had gone back home shortly after. Now the driver had taken her to Emma’s home and John had almost fainted.

  “All this is their home?”

  “Yes sir, it is your home too,” the driver said with a chuckle before he stepped outside to handle the luggage. John could not believe what he had seen. The house was stupidly huge. From the outside, it looked like a mall. There were lights everywhere and he had been taken inside only to realize that it was bigger inside than it was outside. No wonder Emma felt the right to have such an attitude. Her house could host a small nation in it for crying out loud.

  Despite being amazed by how much the woman was worth, and how big the mansion was, John still managed to fall sleepy at midnight. A maid helped him to his room and wished him good night, John had fallen asleep almost immediately from the fatigue. He also understood that his brain needed some time to digest the information it had just received.

  Now it was morning and Emma was here, telling him to wake up because they had breakfast waiting for him. He wondered just what was wrong with her. He had no intention of waking up at seven, ever! This woman was plain crazy. And he was getting more and more irritated because she could not leave his room. The worst thing about it was that he could not ask her to leave because e he was an alien. So he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep

  Emma looked at the guy and felt pity for him. She had seen his face when he walked into the house. It was a good thing he had not seen her, otherwise he would have seen her laughing at him. Not that Emma was haughty or anything, she just liked to see people’s reaction to her house. The truth was, Emma was as humble as her mother, but then again she also had attitude issues she knew she could not take care of. They were her, passed down from her father who had died and left them so much money that they wondered what they could do with them at times.

  The good thing was that her mother was investing it. A shrewd businesswoman, Grace was making more and more money with the help of John’s father. The man had not been rich in his previous life but he was Hard working and confident. He knew when to invest and when not to. The market was his ally and he knew how to twist it until it did whatever he wanted it to. That was one of the very many reasons Grace had married him. He was smart with business, he knew how to grow money out of nothing.

  Why he had not been rich was a matter of bad luck. This Grace had come to learn by herself. She was, however, not really interested in whatever had happened in his previous life. She wanted what was happening at the moment. She knew her daughter would not approve of the marriage, but she was not going to stop because of her. Af
ter all, Emma was all grown up now and did not need to even stay at home. The good thing was that though Emma showed displeasure, she did not try to stop her.

  Emma wondered what kind of life a man would live where he did not have to wake up early. It had been a family tradition to wake up at five in her house. The last thing she wanted was someone who would come and break those traditions. One would think that she did not like John. On the contrary, Emma did not hate him. In fact, she thought he was rather cute. What bothered her was his way of doing things. He did not seem to want to follow what the rest of the people in the family were doing.

  Also, she felt as if it was her job to make sure that he towed the line. She felt responsible for him because no one wanted him to make a fool of himself. She felt lucky that they did not go to the same college. Otherwise, she would have a hard time explaining to her friends how she had acquired a brother.

  “Hey, you, John, you cannot ignore me like that,” Emma said all of a sudden. It also happened at a time when John’s sleep had started to come along. He was getting into another sleep cycle, one he was determined to enjoy. His mind knew she had not left the room, but he did not care. All he wanted was some peace of mind so he could sleep. Now that she had called him, she disrupted some good sleep and shot her a deadly eye.

  “What exactly do you want, Emma?” John asked sitting up. He was angry now.

  Emma hesitated, but only for a few seconds before she answered, “for you to come and eat breakfast.”

  “You do realize that you are nagging me, right?” John asked.

  “Are you serious right now?”

  “I am fucking serious, Emma. For crying out loud, count me out of breakfast and get the hell out of my room,” John said in a loud voice and pointed at the door.

  Emma felt as if someone had poured hot paint on her face, she could almost feel her cheeks turning crimson. Hell, her whole body turned crimson from embarrassment. She never thought John would talk to her like that. From the way he had shouted, there was no doubt someone had heard. Emma felt like she could jump on him and kill but. But he was still pointing at the door with an angry look on his face.