Bad Brother: The Collection
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She turned and left, trying hard not to burst into tears. This was not what Emma had anticipated at all. This level of embarrassment almost made her heart stop.
John, on the other hand, went back to sleep but could not sleep. While he knew Emma could be an idiot, he did not feel good to have talked to her like that. This was because he did not consider himself such kind of a man. Also, he had seen her reaction. The woman had almost done of embarrassment. He wondered whether she would ever talk to him again.
So much for trying to enjoy my first day in a mansion, swinging his feet off the bed. There was nothing he could do other than appeasing the girl or she would make his life hell. This were the kinds of conflicts John liked to evade. He had thought for long about how he was going to live with Emma and had decided that diplomacy was fair enough. He could also go easy on her when she proved to be difficult, may even do whatever she wanted with as little fuss as possible.
The gentleman in him was telling him to apologize. He put on his clothes and made his way down the stairs. He was a little, surprised that they looked different, but that was probably because it was during the day. He had come in at night after all. Finding her in the dining room, he walked to her and cleared his throat.
“Emma, I am sorry for how I just treated you. You were just trying to help and I was a dick, I am sorry,” he said.
Emma gave him a dirty look and shook her head. “We were about to cancel your breakfast,” she said.
John could feel the resentment in her and wondered why he had had to bring it to life. Now, this young woman had a reason to hate him and there did not seem like there was anything he could do about it. He decided to settle down and try and find another way to make peace with her. All he wanted to do was to make peace with her. This meant that when breakfast was served, he even attempted small talk. This failed so catastrophically that he felt his appetite go to hell. Finally, he decided that there was no point in making conversation with the woman. She had chosen war and he was going to handle it like a man. He wondered what she would do but then decided to not speculate because there was no need for it. Anything she could throw at him he could handle.
After breakfast, both went on to do what they wanted since they did not work. John, however, knew that he needed to be working. Not to meet his basic needs, the family did that. He needed to the feeling of doing something. He had been told that getting a job was hard in England. How true that statement was, John did not know. But he was about to find out. He went out for a walk only to come back in the evening to find Emma as angry as he had left him. She had not spoken to anyone for a whole day.
Emma had simply sat in front of the TV and gone silent. The house staff might have learned how to deal with her when she got like that, but John had not he still blamed himself for what had happened because he knew he could have done better.
It was only after the house staff had left for the evening that the two really got time to talk. Emma was still angry but she was thawing off pretty nice. He tried some small conversation which went on pretty well. John allowed themselves some time to heat and think before he came with his opening. He had thought about it all day and there was no way he would let the night get by without apologizing.
“Look, Emma, clearly you are still angry at me. And I am sorry for having snapped at you this morning. I was still tired from yesterday's sudden flight. I assure you that nothing like that will happen again,” he said and held his breath.
Emma looked at him for some time before she smiled. This was not a genuine smile and John could tell that. It was as if she was planning to do something, or had done something.
“Come on, I have apologized,” John said. He had to admit that this incident had brought them closer to each other in a way. It was more of an icebreaker than anything else.
Emma got to her feet and walked away from the table. John, without thinking, got to his feet and followed her. He was enjoying this now, and he was sure she would accept his apology. The fact that they were the only ones in the house was enough reason for him to ask for an apology like never before. Maybe then she would take him on a grand tour around the house. He had not been shown the room yet.
However, Emma walked toward her own room, which was twice as big as John’s and opened the door. She stopped right there and turned to John who was following without really paying attention. All he wanted was to be forgiven.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I have been asking for your forgiveness all day long,” John said. He suddenly realized how close they were together.
“There is only one way which you can apologize to me,” she said. Suddenly her voice was like a soft musical instrument that got John catching his breath. Before his brain could piece one and one together Emma caught him by the collar and pulled him inside her room. She then kissed him on the lips, prompting the man to open his eyes wide.
His hands automatically went to her butt and squeezed hard. Emma moaned out loud before breaking from the kiss. She wanted him, and he wanted her. She wanted his huge cock and she was going to get it. The idea that he was going to push the long phallus in her made her ten times wetter. She was about to approach the man once more when he stopped her.
“You are not afraid that people will find out?” he asked, breathing heavily. After all, it was a small world out here and there was a chance that Emma would grow cold feet.
“No one will find out if we are careful. Again, I don’t really care,” she said casually. Emma was not thinking clearly, and she did not want him to change her mind.
“What?”
“Come on John, no one is going to find out, now shut the fuck up and actually fuck me,” Emma said and when he tried to speak again, she put a finger on his lips. He made up his mind and scooped her up into his arms.
John placed her on the bed, gently, before his lips found hers again and he started to kiss her with a lot of eagerness. John started to undress her slowly.
He soon had her completely naked and in all her glory before he started to kiss her body, starting from her mouth and heading further south. John suddenly found out that he loved this supple body. There was a quality in it that drove him crazy. There was something about it that made him want to be with her for a long time. Or maybe it was his hormones speaking, he was not sure.
But he was sure of his lovemaking. At that, he was an expert. But with the urgency of her kisses, he needed to fuck her hard, she needed her pussy undone and he was going to do a pretty job. He joined her in bed and took her right nipple in his mouth. She responded with a moan. Emma liked a man who could handle her well; a man who could take good care of her needs. This she found out now, the man was taking her like a pro and John was the man.
Emma’s hands went to his head and gripped hard, she was too aroused for him. He bit on her nipple and she yelped. She liked what he was doing to her. John started to slide his hands all over her body, touching her wet pussy several times before he started to head further south. There were things that he was never taught, they came by instinct or maybe they came with experience. Like eating a woman out, he did not need to be shown how it was done. And now her pussy was weeping for that cock.
He reached her clean shaven pussy and started to inhale her aroma. She smelled like heaven, it was intoxicating and lovely at the same time. His eyes were completely those of an animal now and as Emma looked on, she could not help but smile at what was coming.
Her body was already uncoiling, heating up and letting him know that she was his for the taking. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She had known she wanted John the moment she saw him. It was like hitting a switch and everything started moving towards the right direction.
And now they were here and he was affecting her. His hot breath on her pussy was doing a lot of damage to her nerves. It was bringing her whole system to life. It was going to be a good time with John, a man who knew where to touch. Their eyes met and she realized that he was ready to start
eating her out. Her legs went wide, giving him all the access he would want. Her eyes went wide as well as soon as he gave her one long lick.
John got busy eating Emma out until she was moaning like an animal as she spread her legs for him to gain more access. She wanted him in her box and she wanted him now. John slid two of his fingers in her pussy and started to finger fuck her, making her writhe with pleasure on the bed before he raised his head and smiled.
His face was covered with her succulent juices already. And he moved to her face and kissed her, making her taste her own juices. As he was retreating, she caught his head and held her in place, licking off all the juices from his face as she moaned seductively. This only made John’s erection more prominent. It was as if she knew he liked having his face licked like that. And then John stepped back and started to undress.
Emma watched with awe as her stepbrother displayed an impressively erect cock before he joined her on the bed. He was now ready to fuck her. And she looked down at her body and noticed the long hard cock pointing down towards her pussy. She was excited, way too excited. She could not help but ask for his cock. Her whole body seemed to have been electrified by his oral performance. He had prepared her well for the sex that was to follow. He was going to fuck her so hard…
He slowly slid his rock-hard meat into her, stretching her pussy out of shape. John slowly pushed himself forward until he was buried to the hilt before he finally looked into her eyes. As if giving her a green light, she moaned ‘fuck me’ and John started to move. Like a professional porn star or something even better, he drove in and out of her like an animal. They were both submitting to an animalistic instinct that seemed to drive them from the moment they laid eyes on each other. Fucking this woman was too enjoyable. There was a time John had never before had he seen himself doing this, but it was actually a good thing he had tried. It was like sliding his cock in a dish of warm butter. The sensations he had to live with were just too good. He closed his eyes and concentrate on making her scream, taking her sexual needs and handling the like the man that he was. No one was going to stop him as long as Emma was in that house. And she flexed her pussy muscles every now and then, milking him as he pistoned in and out of her.
He fucked her senseless, subjecting her to multiple orgasms. Each time she came, her pussy would clench and wrap around his cock like a vice making him feel his orgasm approaching as well. And he finally started to feel it overpower him. He moved faster and tightened his body until his eyes shut more tightly. His muscles bunched as Emma shook beneath him like a rag doll. He was going to cum soon and he groaned and grunted before finally letting go and shooting rope after rope of cum in his Emma’s cunt.
He moved until he could not move again. Rolling off of her, he looked at the ceiling and realized that he was going to have to enjoy this woman as much as he could.
The End
Table of Contents
Bad Brother: The Collection
Stepbrother’s Room
Catching Her Stepbrother’s Attention
Meeting A Stepsister