After a quick shower, I threw on a white a-shirt and a pair of red mesh Ohio State shorts. I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen where I was greeted by the sight of Ms. Sorenson’s middle child, Brigitte, eating a bowl of cereal.
“Nice shorts,” she snorted. She also happened to a student of the University of Michigan and had attempted to join their basketball team. Brigitte was a good basketball player and had the height for it, she was five foot ten, an inch shorter than me, but she had an attitude. Brigitte treated everyone, with the exception of her mother who she deferred to, as inferior than her. She was snobbish and arrogant.
“When did you get in?” I asked, sitting down at the table across from her, my eyes locked onto hers.
“This morning. It’s your birthday, isn’t it?” Brigitte smirked. I nodded.
“Of course, I’m not here for you. Who would be? I’ve got an interview for an internship tomorrow with Mom’s company.”
“And you’ll get it,” I said sarcastically.
“Of course,” she snapped. “I’m the best person for the job and I deserve it.”
I had had enough of the small-breasted bitch. She would be the first of the Sorenson’s to feel my wrath.
~You don’t deserve the job. You don’t deserve the money and you don’t deserve the attention. You don’t even deserve a man. You are nothing.~
Brigitte sat up straight in shock.
“What the?” she began.
~You have no respect. You have no authority. You are weak. You are a dog.~
Brigitte’s lips began to quiver as my messages hit her. Small tears began to form at the corners of her brown eyes.
~But you can be saved. You have a savior, a man who you can trust, a man you would do anything for.~
She snapped her head up, stifling a sob.
~There he is, looking at you, your salvation.~
Brigitte looked back at me, her mouth open in awe.
~To be saved, he must notice you. You must beg before him, grovel for his attention. You must do what he says. His word is law.~
“Sam?” Brigitte said.
“Yes?” I answered, picking up the morning paper off the table.
“I, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For treating you so badly. You are my brother, no matter what my mother says. I should never have called you names or treated you like a dog.”
“So? What’s it to me?” I said from behind the paper.
~You need his forgiveness.~
“I’m apologizing, dammit.”
“Well, then do a better job of it. Preferably silently.” I focused my attention back on the paper.
After a few seconds, I heard her chair scrape against the floor. Ignoring the rustling from across the table, I continued to read the paper. Suddenly, I felt my shorts being pulled away from my hips and a warm, wet feeling engulfed my cock. A tongue licked around my stiffening member as a pleasant suction was applied. I set my paper on the table and looked down at my crotch, smiling at Brigitte’s head bobbing up and down upon my manhood.
After a couple minutes, I felt myself shoot into her mouth. She pulled back, allowing a few remaining spurts of semen stream across her face. Brigitte looked up at me, a hopeful smile on her cum-streaked face.
“First time?” I asked.
“No,” she shook her head. “I gave Ronnie Murgove head back in high school. He kept pressuring me to do it for the year we dated.”
“Didn’t you dump him?”
“Yeah. It was because he told everyone that we screwed that night. I got him back by telling about his tiny dick.” I laughed
“What did you think?” Brigitte asked.
“It’s a start,” I said. Brigitte smiled brightly.
I slipped my shorts back into place and said, “Better get cleaned up. It’s my birthday after all.”
Brigitte stood up from knees and bounced out of the kitchen. I returned to the paper, waiting for Ms. Sorenson. |