Bad Boy Brother

by Chance Carter

  So ask yourself this. If I was your man, and I told you I wanted to do something very naughty to you, would you say yes? Would you give me that pleasure? Would you trust me enough, and love me enough, to let me do this to you?

  Would you let me take this pleasure?

  Because only you can give me this pleasure. Without you, it’s impossible.

  So whisper it now. “Yes.” Say it, with me.

  “Yes.”

  “Take me.”

  “I’m yours.”

  Move your lips and form the words.

  “I’m yours. My body is yours. Make me give you this pleasure.”

  Because unless you can say those words to me, unless you can surrender completely and give me ultimate control, you shouldn’t be reading this diary.

  So, you’re still reading!

  Naughty girl!

  I see how it is.

  So you want me to do this to you. You don’t even know what it is yet and already, just by reading, you’re giving me permission to take the ultimate pleasure. You’re giving me complete ownership over you.

  Well then, strip naked, put on this blindfold, and lie on the bed, facedown.

  That’s right. I want to see your ass. You know I love your ass. You know I’ve got a fetish for it. If I could see your ass right now, I’d sink my teeth right into your cheeks. I’d pull your cheeks apart and slide my tongue right over your cute little asshole. I’d run my tongue under you from pussy, over your clit, all the way over your anus.

  My tongue would run circles around your anus, sliding all over it, in and out of it, and you’re not permitted to look back, to move your blindfold, or to say a word.

  I demand silence.

  A single word, and Spank!

  And if you cry out in surprise, Spank again!

  You’re mine now. You had your chance to back out, but you kept reading. That means your thoughts are mine. Your mind is mine. And the feelings inside your body right now, right at this very second, they’re mine too.

  And that’s why my tongue is free to make it’s little circles around your anus, licking you there where you’re most shy, most afraid, most modest.

  I take a bottle of lotion and pour it on your ass, letting it drip, little by little, all over the left cheek and the right, the crack down the middle, the back of your thighs, and the small of your back.

  It’s cold and you flinch, but once I start massaging it into your skin you relax. It feels good doesn’t it?

  My hands kneading your lower back. Sliding up and down the back of your thighs. My fingers sliding between your legs and running along the slit of your pussy, getting lotion all over your sensitive, lovely clit.

  Your back arches, your legs open a little more, and you sigh in pleasure.

  Spank! I said silence and I meant it!

  I put my left hand on your back, between your shoulder blades, and I put my weight on it, holding you down. There’s no escape for you now. You’re mine. No backing out.

  With my weight holding you securely in place, I put my right hand on your ass. You’re lubed up perfectly, your ass covered in lotion. I slide my finger over your anus and you squirm a little. I rub lotion around it in tiny circles, just as I did with my tongue.

  You like it. You like it a lot.

  You like belonging to me. You like the sweet pleasure of surrender.

  So I press your ass with my finger, until my finger slides in past the ring of muscle and enters your asshole.

  Were you expecting that? You were, weren’t you, you naughty little slut. You knew exactly what I wanted. Even now, with my finger in your butt, you’re still coaxing me in further. You’re lifting your butt slightly, showing me that you want me. You’re begging me to come in.

  And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

  I slide my finger in and out of your asshole, loosening it for me, stretching it, making you ready for the pleasure you’re going to give me.

  My finger comes out and next I slide my thumb to your butt. You press back against it and I slide it right inside you, twirling it to heighten the sensation.

  You moan again but this time I don’t spank you. You’re being so obedient. You’re being so good. Why would I spank such a good, obedient girl?

  In and out my thumb slides, opening you ever so slowly, ever so gently.

  Then I pour more lotion on the crack of your ass, and sit up so that my huge, throbbing, erect cock can rest right on your crack. I lube up my cock, sliding it along the length of your ass crack.

  You rise your ass a little higher. You want this so bad, don’t you.

  I touch your anus with the tip of my cock and you moan.

  I press tighter, so that just the tiniest little part of my head slides inside your anus. I reach around you and pull you up against me. You try to get up on your knees but I push you back down. I want you lying against the mattress. I put all my weight on you, lying on you, and press my cock against your anus again. This time I slide in a little bit further.

  The first inch of my hungry cock enters your asshole. I slide out and then slide back in. This time I get in an inch and a half.

  That’s my girl.

  I slide out and reach around to play with your clit with my fingers. As I play with your clit, I slide into your anus again, this time a full two inches.

  You’re really squirming now, grinding your ass against me, begging me to fuck your asshole.

  I slide in again and this time I don’t stop. I go in all the way, my entire shaft sliding deep into your asshole.

  And then I start fucking your asshole. Slowly at first, and then faster and more forcefully, I slide all the way into you. My fingers are toying with your clit and my cock is sliding in and out of your asshole. You’re moaning and grinding against my hand and cock, begging for more. With my free hand I grab your nipple and squeeze it hard.

  You cry out and I thrust powerfully into your asshole. At the same moment, I slide my hand from your clit and my finger enters your pussy.

  That’s it. Perfection.

  My orgasm rushes through me, flowing through my cock and into your asshole as you cry out and scream in pleasure. I’ve never seen you orgasm like this before. You’ve never had an anal orgasm before. You’re crying out and writhing against me as my cock pours it’s cum into your asshole.

  I thrust and thrust as semen flows in endless spurts into your anus.

  You’re really mine now. You’ll never belong to another man. I know that for real.

  When your orgasms finally subside, I pull my long cock out of your ass and look down at the mess I’ve made. My cum is on your anus, mixed with the lotion I used to lube you up. I know that deep inside you, my seed is somewhere no other man has ever been or ever will be.

  You’re mine now, and whenever I command, you’ll lie on the bed on your stomach, your eyes blindfolded, and you’ll sway your little ass in the air for me, begging to fuck your tight, delicious little asshole.

  CHAPTER 45

  MEADOW

  It was a beautiful night. There was a light breeze in the air, but it was still warm enough to not need a jacket. I decided to turn my walk to the mailbox into an enjoyable evening stroll. I knew I’d eventually pass by a store where I could pick up some gin and tonic to bring back to my room. Despite the fact that my cheating ex-husband had just tracked me down and stolen my car, I felt surprisingly calm.

  It was almost like his taking the car back freed me from his grip. Sure, that money was comforting to have, but it came with a heavy emotional price tag. I was glad to be rid of it. I’d been working full time at the café and my tips were getting bigger each day. I knew I’d be fine. I’d be better than fine without any attachment to Matt.

  It felt pretty amazing to realize he was loosing his grip on me. Telling him to send through the divorce papers felt even better. I hadn’t realized it, but in the last week, I didn’t think of Matt once.

  It was Kane who consumed my mind and heart now.

  A
s I walked down a side street, a saw a tiny pub I hadn’t noticed before. I took a few steps back and peeked in the front window. It wasn’t too busy and had a certain old fashioned charm to it. I decided to go in and have a drink.

  I walked in and went straight to the bathroom to fix up my hair and makeup first. Then, feeling freshened up, I grabbed a seat at the counter. The bartender came over and I ordered the gin and tonic I’d been craving all night.

  I took my first sip and that’s when it hit me. It had only been a little over a week since I’d arrived in Pismo Beach, but it was like I was already a new woman. When I first showed up and went to the brewery for food and a beer, I’d been so nervous.

  Terrified!

  I dreaded that I had to go in and eat on my own. Tonight, I just walked right in, sat at the bar, and ordered a drink like it was nothing. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t even thought twice about it.

  My job at the café was doing more for my confidence than I realized. Not only was it giving me a steady cash flow, but it seemed to have been working wonders on my self-esteem. I felt like I had purpose, like I was a part of something. I loved working with Sandra and the rest of the staff and getting to serve all kinds of different people. With each shift I could feel myself getting better at it, and Sandra never failed to see it and encourage me.

  I knew it was just a waitressing job, and I couldn’t even imagine what my family or old friends would say if they found out I was a waitress, but that didn’t matter. I loved it.

  From the corner of my eye, I noticed a man walk in and look for a seat at the bar. All of them were taken except for the one beside me that I’d put my purse on. I moved it off and hung it on the back of my chair. He smiled and thanked me as he took the seat. I told him it was no problem as I reached back into my purse to grab my phone.

  Still no word from Kane, but both Sandra and Paul had texted to make sure I got my car back. I sent them back the same message saying things were all good. I thought it was a vague enough answer and would do the job until I explained in person what happened. I was still in the gin and tonic processing phase, and was ready for my second.

  “And bring another gin and tonic for the beautiful woman sitting next to me,” the guy said to the bartender.

  I looked at him with a curious, raised eyebrow. I couldn’t figure out if he’d just read my mind, or if I’d spoken my thoughts aloud.

  “I hope you don’t mind. I noticed you just finished your drink, and I was worried you’d leave before I had the chance to say hello.”

  He was undeniably charming.

  I smiled and thanked him. The bartender put our drinks down in front of us and we raised them to cheers.

  “That’s quite the purse you have. I bet it says a lot about you,” he said.

  “Oh really? Like what? That I shop at gas stations?”

  “Well, I just noticed how colorful it is. A colorful purse for a bright and stunning young lady.”

  “Oh, well thank you,” I said, a little embarrassed.

  “I like it. You never know where you’ll find things of beauty, you just have to be open to finding them,” he said.

  This guy was smooth.

  I turned to face him as he was obviously trying to have a conversation with me. He seemed nice and was very handsome. I wondered who he was. He was laying the cheesy compliments on thick. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t making me smile though. The attention felt nice.

  I could tell he wasn’t a local. He was lacking that sexy, relaxed surfer style. He was fair skinned and dressed in jeans and a blazer, which was attractive but smarter than what the local guys tended to wear.

  “I just arrived in Pismo Beach today,” he said.

  Knew it.

  “I work for a big tech company. I’m here for work.”

  Not that there’s anything wrong with the tech world, but I could have guessed that was where he was from just by looking at him. He certainly didn’t come from the Beach Body Automotive and Marine Repair world.

  Regardless, he was charming, and next thing I knew, we were three drinks in with each other. With each drink we got a little closer, and the physical touches became more frequent.

  “I can’t get over how stunning you are,” he said, letting his hand rest on my knee. “What do you say we get out of here?”

  He leaned in closer and put his hand on my upper thigh.

  “But I’m not done my drink yet,” I said.

  He was a nice guy but something stopped me from falling for his offer. I knew I should give him a chance, and I was trying to, but I just couldn’t. It was weird. I was having a perfectly enjoyable time with him. I couldn’t deny that much. His compliments and flirts were hitting me right where I needed. And for the first time in my life, I was a free woman. I could do whatever I wanted. I could do whoever I wanted. It was finally my turn to sow some wild oats.

  I was no expert at picking up men in bars, but it was impossible to ignore that things with this guy were heating up. But the second he suggested leaving, I froze. I knew I didn’t want to leave with him. I didn’t want to be with him.

  He stood up from his seat and leaned in to me, his lips touching my ear.

  “I’ll be right back for you, you irresistible woman.”

  I watched as he made his way toward the men’s room.

  I couldn’t blame him for thinking he was going to get with me. I was totally responsible for giving him all the green lights. With each drink, my green lights only became more frequent.

  I knew I should have wanted to sleep with him. He was ready and willing. But I just wasn’t. I couldn’t even imagine it. I wanted to leave before he got back, but I hesitated too long and he was back before I could escape.

  Before sitting back down, he kissed me on the neck.

  “Looks like you’re done your drink,” he said with a look that said he was sure he was about to get laid.

  When he kissed me, Kane’s face flashed before my eyes. The look on his face before he orgasmed inside me. I almost burst into tears at the memory. It brought back so many emotions.

  “I really need to get going. I work early tomorrow,” I said, retreating from his next advance.

  “I can come help you relax,” he said as he reached around my waist and put his mouth on the back of my neck again.

  “I said, no, buddy.”

  “Oh come on,” he insisted, this time letting his hands slide up over my breasts.

  That’s when I got mad. Who the fuck did this guy think he was. Maybe Kane was gone forever, maybe I’d never see him again, but until I knew for sure, I was going to consider myself his girl and I wasn’t going to let this guy get away with any more liberties.

  With all my might, I drove my elbow into his stomach, sending him doubled over in pain.

  “I said, no thank you.”

  I got up from my seat as he struggled to get his wind back.

  “What the fuck, lady? I just bought you three drinks.”

  He put his hand on my arm and I looked down at it. For the first time I noticed the tan line on his finger, right where a wedding ring should have been.

  “Well, maybe you should have bought them for your wife, asshole,” I said, driving my knee into his nuts.

  I fell back, knocking over a table and sending glass crashing all over. I couldn’t believe it. It was the second time in less than two weeks that I’d sent a guy falling into a table full of glass.

  I reached into my purse and took out the twenty dollar bill I’d taken from the envelope.

  “Here, consider yourself reimbursed.”

  Then I flicked back my hair, grabbed my purse, and strode out of the bar.

  CHAPTER 46

  SANDRA

  “We brought drinks!” I exclaimed as I held up two bottles of champagne.

  Meadow opened the door and welcomed Paul and I into her new apartment. It was the night of her housewarming.

  “Thank you guys!” she said, hugging us both. “And don’t worry Paul, I stock
ed up on beer from the brewery for you.”

  “As if I’d show up empty handed,” Paul said, whipping out a case of beers and strutting through the door.

  “Meadow, your place looks amazing. I can’t believe all the work you’ve done. You’ve got incredible style” I said as I made my way to her kitchen.

  “Seriously,” Paul said. “I can’t believe this is the same place we checked out three weeks ago. You’ve completely transformed it.”

  “Thanks,” Meadow said, beaming with pride.

  “I should pay you to redecorate my place so it doesn’t look like a frat house,” Paul added, cracking open a beer.

  “Really? Do you guys like it? I was on a really tight budget.”

  “Could have fooled me,” I said. “It looks like something straight out of a design magazine.”

  “You guys are the best friends a girl could ask for. Here, follow me, a few others have already arrived,” Meadow said, leading us through to the next room.

  Paul and I said hi to everyone while Meadow went to answer the door again. There was a mix of people she’d met over the last month from working at the café and hanging out at the brewery. She had really settled into Pismo Beach and was now just a regular part of the gang.

  She was a completely different woman than the one who showed up a mess and in tears. She arrived with nothing and figured out how to start a new life all her own. Over the last few weeks, Paul and I offered to help set up the new place but she always refused. She said she wanted to do everything herself and she meant it.

  When her divorce papers arrived, we all got drunk at the brewery and she signed them on the beach at a lifeguard tower she said held sentimental value to her. I’d never been so proud of her as I was at that moment.

  I watched as she lead the next batch of people into the living room. She looked so beautiful and confident as she showed off her new place. She was proud as a peacock showing off it’s nest!

  “Hey, Paul, do peacocks have nests?”

  “What?” he said from across the room. “Someone had a few pre-drinks.”