by Amy Brent
I found a pile of clean clothes and I put them back where they were supposed to be. I couldn’t understand how anybody could live like this. I did find a couple of pieces of old discarded pizza underneath the bed and the dresser. It was a wonder they didn’t attract small wildlife or ants. This would’ve been a great breeding ground for cockroaches. The very idea of anything creepy and crawly made me tremble and not in a good way.
I found his collection of memorabilia from Michael Jackson. It made me smile to think that he was actually into the most charismatic man that had put on a white glove. His death hit me hard and I could tell that we had at least one thing in common. I looked around and found an honest to goodness record player. I slipped the LP of thriller out of its jacket and put it on. I could hear his voice ring out like he was still alive.
I continued cleaning, but there were times I stopped to immerse myself into the words of Beat It and Billie Jean. I caught myself in the world of a lost legend that had left us all too soon.
I finally noticed that it was 11:15PM and he was already 15 minutes past his curfew. It didn’t matter. He could do practically anything he wanted. He could walk on water in the eyes of his mother and my stepmother Allison. My father wanted desperately to forge of relationship with Anthony, but it was still a work in progress. I had this funny feeling that he wanted the son that he never had. He might’ve been trying a little bit too hard and maybe backing off and letting Anthony come to him would be more his speed.
I saw an old sweater with his school mascot on the front. I had no idea where to put it, so I had to search the dresser. I opened one and I gasped at seeing a pile of panties. At first, I thought that he was a kinky little pervert that liked to wear women’s clothing. Then it dawned on me that these were trophies from past conquests. I couldn’t believe that he had the gall to keep their underwear, as some personal souvenir. It was most likely his way of looking at each individual one and putting a name to who wore them.
I couldn’t even bear to touch any one of them and I closed it gently and walked back out into the hallway. I was going into my room, when I heard laughter. I closed my door, but not far enough that I couldn’t see through a crack. This blond with the kind of rack that looked fake was all over him. She was pulling at the button to his pants. I knew that his night had just gotten a whole lot better.
Chapter three
I heard them stumbling around. “Come on, Serena. You and I both know that this is what you wanted. This is what all you girls want from me and how am I supposed to refuse.” Amazingly, the walls were paper thin. The one place that made it easy to hear everything was lying on my floor right by the ventilation system to the air conditioning. “I know that you’ve been asking around about me. There’s no reason to deny it. I’m a little flattered that you would go to all this trouble to get me into bed.”
“I’m a little embarrassed, but I’m also too fucking horny to lie about anything. I know what you’re packing and the girls talk. I need to see it.” I heard the desperation in her voice. It kind of reminded me of myself. “Just let me look at it and maybe touch it a little. I don’t know if I want anything more than that, but I’m sure that you can convince me otherwise. I know that you’re excited and the bulge in your pants tells me everything that I need to know and more. I’m just not sure how it’s possible that you could possess something like that. It has to be an allusion, but the proof is in the stories that I have been told over and over again.”
I grabbed two of my pillows and the Scooby Doo stuffed animal. I lie back against the wall with my hands traveling up and down my body. This wasn’t the first time that I had done something like this and it wouldn’t be the last. There were too many times that I had awakened in the morning for school looking like some kind of zombie from the apocalypse. I’d stayed up most of those nights listening to him carousing with one female or another. There wasn’t much said, but this time a conversation was needed to push things along.
“I know that this has been a fantasy of yours for quite some time, Serena. By all means, I am pretty much an open book. Take what you want. There’s no reason to be shy and I’m sure that it’s not the first one that you’ve ever seen one. It might be the first one of this size, but I don’t know that for sure. Only you can determine that for yourself.” I heard her gasp and no doubt he did the same thing that he did to me on several occasions. He liked to make me feel uncomfortable by flexing that piece of pipe between his legs.
“It almost seems like it’s alive. Let me get more comfortable, so that I can see it up close and personal.” I could already envision her on her knees and hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down. “I don’t even have it out of your underwear and I still can’t believe the size. This thing could choke a horse. I’m not even sure if I’m capable of even wrapping my hand around it.” I had my hand lingering on the waistband of my panties. They were already soaking wet and the very thought of him touching her made me live through her eyes.
“By all means, pull down my underwear and see it like all the others have. I hope that you’re not thinking that this is going to be something long-term. I’ve never promised any girl anything of the sort and I’m not going to start now. You can either take it for what it is, or you can leave the same way you came. Before you make your decision, I want you to remember all those stories that you’ve been told and know that each and every one of them is the truth. I’m not only capable of making you squeal all night long, but I can also do it with more than just my cock.” That was high praise and stroking his own ego made him appear ugly in my eyes.
“You are a college football star and I know for fact that the Minnesota Vikings are ready to sign you to a deal for a multimillion dollar contract. I don’t know how far we are going to go here tonight, Anthony. I guess we’ll just take it one step at a time.” This was the first time that I’d heard anything remotely concerning a contract. It appeared that he was keeping this very hush hush and maybe I could use that secret to my advantage.
“Not so loud. My family doesn’t know and I’m not going to tell them, until I know something for sure.” I heard his intake of breath and then what sounded like somebody spitting. “I guess you’re not exactly a stranger to giving a hand job. You can certainly start with that, but I’m going to want a lot more. If you expect to stay then you need to show him something. I’m not saying that to scare you, but I do have a reputation that I want to live up to.” He was not pressuring her, but he was making it abundantly clear that he was not going to waste his time on tire kickers.
“I can’t even wrap my hand all the way around it. The head looks so damn big that I’m not sure that I can even fit it in between my lips.” My mind was conjuring up the image of something that I had seen on the Internet. The porn star there was quite famous and packing quite the salami. I was thinking that this was what Anthony had. My hand was inside my panties and I could feel the sopping material against my fingertips. I pushed one finger in and bit my tongue to stop myself from making any sort of noise. The only way that I was going to get away with this was if nobody caught me in the act of self stimulating.
“I’m sure that you can take just the tip.” I wasn’t sure she was going to buy that, but I probably would’ve had I been in her position. There was no telling what I would do if I was given the least bit of a chance to be with him. I had this need and desire and each day it was building, until I was practically going crazy with the idea of having him slipping it to me in the darkness.
“Anthony, I don’t know if I can do this and maybe it was the wrong to come up here with you. I’m afraid that we’re going to get caught. I know that we are old enough to know better, but I still have my reservations about doing this under your parent’s noses. I’m also a little concerned that you’re going to hurt me.” My big thighs were spread with my left leg on top of the window box and my knee bent slightly. It gave me a nice shot at pleasuring myself and listening to them at the same time. I was concerned that he was going to d
o something he was going to regret, but I didn’t take him for the forceful kind.
“I don’t know why we can’t just try it. I’ve had other girls who were afraid they wouldn’t be able to take it either, but they’ve always proven me differently. Just get the tip in your mouth and we’ll see what we can do about making it fit. I really do want to fuck you, Serena and I’ve been thinking about you so often that it hurts me. I lie here in the middle of the night replaying everything that you’ve said to me during the day. It’s get me so excited that I can’t stop myself from doing something about it.” I was waiting and I was hoping that Serena wasn’t going to chicken out. I didn’t like how my stepbrother treated her and his words were not exactly truthful. He was only saying what he needed to get her to do something about his otherwise unmanageable condition.
“If I do this, I don’t want you to be blabbing it all over school the next day. I think I deserve a bit more respect than that.” I had to smile knowing that she was putting her foot down, but she was asking for trouble. “Here goes nothing.” I pressed my ear tightly against the vent and I heard her lips touching his cock. I wanted to see it. If I could have, I would’ve climbed through the event. That would have only worked for somebody a lot smaller than I was. I would probably get caught and stuck in there like some kind of obscene pooh bear.
“Yeah… Just like that. Get it nice and wet and it should slide in. Take a little bit more. I love the way that your cheeks billow with my meat stuffed inside.” I heard him popping it in and out of her mouth and she was now in a position where she was either going to have to shut up or put up. “See… I told you that you could do it and that all you needed was a little bit of encouragement. That’s not all of it and if you really want to impress me, then you need to allow me to fuck your face.” My fingers were moving quite steadily and there was that slapping sound of the palm of my hand making contact with my mound.
I grabbed that Scooby Doo stuffed pillow and put it over my head biting into the surface of the brown felt material. My teeth tore into that plush toy. It wasn’t the first time that it had been subjected to my kind of abuse. I felt kind of silly still having it, but it was like a safety blanket from what was left of my childhood.
“Well, if I didn’t see it, I probably wouldn’t believe it. You have the whole thing and you’re holding it there with drool coming down the sides of my cock.” I heard her choking and then they continued what they were doing. “Damn, you are one messy little cock sucker. The spit I’m getting straight from the source of your throat is the best possible way to give me the kind of pleasure that you need to finish me off.” I might’ve been the girl looking in from the outside, but I was still a stones throw away from seeing the object of my desire in action.
Three fingers had now been stuffed inside me and my juices were bubbling. With more friction my juices became something of a white sticky translucent paste. I pulled the mixture out. It clung to my fingers before I put those three fingers into my mouth.
“I’m going to cum… My god…you’re going to take my fucking loading in your throat. Don’t fucking move. You’re not going anywhere, until I’m fucking finished with you.” She had placed herself in that position and she should’ve known matter. Now that she was there, she was obligated to finish what she started. “Watch the teeth. I certainly don’t want you to make any kind of permanent damage. Right there and I have no idea why it feels so good, but I’m going to… AHHHHH.” I could hear her guzzling his cream and it must’ve been one hell of a load. He was grunting and groaning, but it was more subdued like he was worried that somebody was going to hear walking down the hallway.
“I can’t believe that you made me do that.” She sounded appalled, but I actually craved to be right where she was. I decided then and there that I was going to get into his bed one way or the other. “I’m leaving and you better take your hand off of me before I take it off for you.” She had a bit of fire in her belly and I would say that my brother Anthony wanted more than just lip service.
“Why do you have to be like that, Serena? I said that I wanted to fuck you, but maybe you’re not the kind of girl for me. I like them to be a little more open minded and not so closed off. By all means, leave, but don’t expect to have me call you anytime soon. I don’t need this kind of drama and there are a lot of girls that would love to change places with you in a second. Don’t think for one moment that you are special.” His venom spewed from his lips. I was slightly taken back by how easily he could make a woman feel small and insignificant.
“I thought that you were one of the good ones, but apparently I was wrong. I don’t know why I even bothered. You may have a nice cock, but the rest of you is very unappealing. You need to change your attitude. You’re caustic, rude and too damn into yourself. It makes you look egotistical. One day, somebody’s going to knock you off that high horse of yours and I’m going to be there to watch your downfall. I’m sure that a lot of girls would be glad to see you be taught some sort of lesson in humility.” I had cum twice while she was going down on him with my eyes closed and envisioning that very cock slamming deep inside my mouth.
I had been practicing on cucumbers and curved bananas. I was getting pretty good and found that I could take almost 8 inches. With a little bit more practice, I could get rid of that gag reflex altogether and really give a man the kind of pleasure that they deserve. The kind of pleasure that I deserve and I found that having those implements inside my throat for a split second was like an aphrodisiac that I couldn’t get enough of.
I heard her sobbing going down the hallway and thankfully she didn’t show that kind of weakness in front of Anthony. He was not what I would consider a man that liked to have somebody lean on his shoulder. Tears did not sway him and he most likely would have kicked her out if she had showed that kind of emotional outburst. I wanted to go out there and tell her that she was stupid for leaving too soon. That would’ve put a spotlight on my feelings for him.
I got up with a trail of my juice now streaking down the inside of my left thigh. I walked wobbly, grabbing onto my bed before my knees collapsed out from underneath me. I crawled under the covers and I began to formulate a plan. He was known to get drunk on those nights that he didn’t have a girl waiting in the wings. After a grueling championship match on the football field, he would always find himself with some of his buddies knocking back a few. Beers had turned out to be his Achilles heel and made him almost powerless. I’d heard him stumble in a few times and usually my father would greet him and guide him to his room before he hurt himself.
Chapter four
Over the next few days, he was pretty much celibate. He never even gave me any kind of impression that what I had done to clean up his room was appreciated. In fact, he never really mentioned it at all and neither did my father for that matter. It was almost like they expected me to do it with a smile on my face. I knew that I had done wrong by not telling him about the dent. That shouldn’t preclude having him tell me that I did a good job. I could’ve easily told his mother about the pile of panties, but that was not my place.
Being a sophomore in college had afforded me a bird’s eye view of my older brothers attempt to seduce and corrupt a young unsuspecting female into his embrace. There was a particularly shy blond kind of a bookworm that he had zeroed his sights on. He was constantly teasing her, squeezing her hips and pulling her to him to give her an idea of what he had to offer.
“I’m sorry baby, but I can’t tonight. You know tonight is a big game for me and we all go out for drinks after. I’m sure that I can fit you in my schedule any time after that. I think that you are damn sexy and I can only imagine what you look like without your clothes on. That brief peek of your cleavage is only a tease. I have to say that the rest of the package is even more appealing.” I’d seen Serena from time to time after her oral exploration of my stepbrother’s shaft. She kept her distance and he didn’t even give her the courtesy of making eye contact.
She resumed her lif
e like what happened didn’t mean a damn thing. She probably wanted to forget every single detail, but how could she when it was very much part of her memories.
“You’ve been trying for the last few days to get my attention and when I tell you that I’m ready, you turn me down. I know that the big game means a lot to you, but it shouldn’t stop us from having a bit of fun together. You’re definitely going to have to get your priorities straight. If I wasn’t having any reservation before, I certainly am now. I’m sure that other girls would accept these after game rituals, but I’m not like that.” She walked away with her platonic looking beige skirt hanging loosely over a flat ass. Why he even wanted to be with her was a mystery to me. He was always more attracted to those with a little bit more meat on their loans.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He didn’t even pay attention to the words coming out of her mouth. I didn’t know her name, but I think it was amber or Angela or something along those lines. I don’t think it really mattered. Anthony rarely remembered their names and I think the panties were a reminder to put a face to each and every one of them. I did find what looked like a diary in his night stand while I was cleaning. I wanted to take a closer look, but it had one of those tiny locks. I would need some time to break into it. I had this feeling it was not his inner thoughts and something more disgusting.
I was walking home and found myself walking past an old dive bar. I didn’t like the smell and I wanted to avoid it, but it was the best short cut in the city through the alley.
I had stepped into the dank corridor when suddenly I was pulled in by my hair into the bar. I looked around slightly dazed to see two guys licking their lips and pulling at their crotches.
“Hmmm…you look like you are in the search for some fun.” This brute with the blonde hair unzipped and pulled out this uncircumcised foul smelling thing. I don’t think he bathed in days. “Come over here and get down on your knees.” I was trying to find a way out, but there was none. He grabbed me and forced me into a subservient position. He slapped my cheeks with that thing. “Open up and say AHHHHHHH.” Him and his two friends were laughing at my expense. “I better not feel any teeth.” I was thinking that maybe I should just do it. It was far better than the alternative.