Bully and the Brat

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Williamsburg, Virginia

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Alicia applied a lighter coat than usual of Dior lipstick to her thinning lips. She couldn't afford another gold tube at the moment, nor her monthly visits to Dr. Sanglil Agular, Virginia's top plastic surgeon, for a much-needed lip filler. If she were honest, she couldn't afford her weekly Saturday brunch either, but she had indulged in a mocktail and an outrageously priced eggs Benedict with friends after attending a woman-led church service.

Despite the beautiful speakers and positive atmosphere, she was miserable. For the first time in her life, Alicia Anderson was single and broke, and it was all her brother's fault.

"Are you joining us at the spa after this, honey?" Her close associate, Betty Fields asked the damning question while touching the few gray hairs at her temple. "You need a touch-up."

"No, I'll be going home..."

"Nonsense. You can leave your car in the parking garage and ride with me."

"Sadly, I'll have to decline," Alicia started, thankful her large hat could hide the rest of her currently unmanageable locks.

"Oh, please Join us," Betty whispered in her ear. "I can't take another hour, let alone a sauna session with these women, by myself."

Alicia hid a smile and fumbled through her wallet, flipping through her now frozen bank cards. A spa day sounded amazing after her year. She dropped her pride and texted Jeff, humiliation burning her cheeks. There was no greeting or respect in her request for money, and she frowned when he dutifully transferred the funds. Despite the easy task, the transition to having an allowance still stung her ego.

"How are you feeling?" Betty asked, nuzzling her shoulder, "You've been so different since the divorce."

"Who wouldn't be, Beatrice?" Alicia snapped. "I was betrayed," she sighed, bringing her temper down a notch. "I'm sorry. I'm fine, it's not him. I am confident he was persuaded. I can deal with Gary; I've done it for twenty-two years. It's my brother, Jeff. He's a manipulative, egotistical maniac. But I am taking care of him. He will reap what he has sown."

"Uh, that Jeffrey Anderson," Betty clicked her tongue, "I heard, he finally married."

"A barely legal tramp. He makes her call him Daddy."

Betty clutched her pearls, "Hmm. Lord knows what he does to that poor child."

"I don't feel sorry for her. She's a mouthy Latina. Immigrant trash. But, I pray, she gives him the hell he deserves."

"I know my daughter will be relieved to hear he's going through the wringer."

Alicia flinched, her eyes widened, while her spine tingled for details, "You let him date Chelsea?"

"He broke her heart, and I was told her virginity. I didn't know about it until a few years later, when she confessed to it just before her wedding. Her husband was not pleased."

"That's disgusting. I MEAN, He's disgusting. I am surprised her husband and Ken didn't beat him to a pulp."

Betty giggled, knowing her frail seventy-five-year-old husband was no match for a tall and bulky man like Jeff. Neither was her daughter's husband.

"I say you should sue. There is no doubt in my mind that Jeff took advantage of your daughter."

"Oh, she's moved on since," Betty chuckled, holding her iPhone steady, "That's my granddaughter."

Alicia looked past the photo, her mind racing with vengeance. Betty's daughter, she knew, couldn't have been the only one. Jeff had a string of lovers in the Virginian social scene, more scorned than beloved, she assumed. Someone's story could be of use in a courtroom, proving her brother was the money-hungry deviant she'd always thought him to be. Then his assets would be back in her youngest brother, Ray's hands, or better, her own.

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Natchez, Texas

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Anna strained her neck and watched Jeff walk across the bedroom with a wet towel in hand. His large arms bulged with no flex, taking her breath away. He had the perfect Dad Bod. The furry hair on his hard chest and bloated gut was damp with sweat. He dragged a warm cloth across her cum stained pussy, and she purred, widening her legs.

Despite his hard face, Jeff smiled at her. "You took Daddy's cock like a big girl, didn't you?"

Anna rubbed his hairy forearm, subconsciously blinded by her kink, "I was a good girl, Dada."

"A very good girl," he cooed, bending to kiss her forehead.

Anna was floating on cloud nine. Daddy had cum on her precious folds after folding her like a pretzel and fucking her hard as she struggled to keep still. She moaned out loud now, her pussy buzzing again as he rolled the soft fabric over her clit. Her milk chocolate nipples darkened on his watch.

"Daddy's baby is all clean now."

"Uh uh!"

Jeff chuckled. Watching her wiggle from his touch had him wanting another round. However, he had other business to attend to.

"I'll take care of you tonight."

Jeff tried to kiss her cheek, but Anna confidently went for his lips. His hairy lips moved in sync with her quick tongue. She held his jaw, captivated by the soft bristles rounding his face. Her kiss formed another bulge in his loins, and he backed up.

"I've got to go, sweetheart."

"More cummies, Daddy?"

"I'm already late," he chuckled, coming back for one last peck.

Anna couldn't control her sex drive, which sometimes faltered between her cycles. She was on the cusp of ovulation, her body naturally craving his cum. He was just as obsessed with her, casually running his finger up and down her used cunt. He shook his hand, wiggling her plump mound, and admired her sweet whines of pleasure.

"Uhmmm," Anna looked down as his thick digits crossed into her pussy, "Ohh Daddy...."

"Do you want to be Daddy's good girl one more time before I leave?" Jeff asked, despite his time crunch.

"Yes Daddy uhh, I wanna be your good girl," she panted excitedly.

"Tell me where you want my cock." Jeff rolled his tongue over her chin.

"In my tummy Daddy," she pouted, her legs quaking around his wrist, "I wan your cummies inside me, Dada."

"We have to be quick. Turn around."

Anna flew up. Hiding a smile, she backed to the edge of the bed. He stunned her with a hard smack on her ass that made her giggle with excitement as he rushed his cock into her box. She tried to take charge, throwing her hips in sync with his hard thrusts. But he ignited the fire at her G-spot and stopped her breathing.

Jeff came back with another harsh swat, "Fuck me back little girl."

"AH!" Anna roared when he dragged his heavy hands across her ass cheeks and rode her into the sheets, "Ah!"

"Fuck me, little one. Are you Daddy's little whore or not?"

"YES, Oh God, Daddy!"

Wrapping her hair around his hand, Jeff yanked her head back, sliding his thick fingers over her throat. She held her breath on command, letting go when he loosened his grip. The lightheaded bliss cleared her mind, reminding her she was his fuck toy.

"Tell me what a nasty whore you are," Jeff growled in her ear.

"Uh! I'm nasty Daddy. I'ma nasty girl, Daddy!" Anna squeezed his arm, on the verge of Nirvana from his rough hold.

"Hmm fuck, mm-move this fucking ass," Jeff slapped her cheek, "Show Daddy how much you love his white cock!"

Anna steadied her hands on the soft bedding. Tilting her head, she swung her ass, milking six of the eight inches of cock he possessed.

"There you go," Jeff laughed, amused with her sticky collection, "Goddamn, girl. Your little pussy is making a mess."

Anna couldn't control it; her pussy gushed again without warning.

"Shit," he cursed, spreading her cheeks apart, "Good girl. Just like that. I want you to cum all over that big cock, little one."

Anna strained, tossing her ass back on his command. She hit her pinnacle with a squeal and fell face-first into bed. His cock pulsed, imagining the look on her face. He gathered her in his arms as she panted from the feat.

"You did such a good job, baby girl," Jeff kissed her cheek, emphasizing his control, "Daddy's got to finish now, okay?"

Jeff struck her hard, utilizing her hands in a cuff behind her back. She didn't hold back, screaming her thrill into the warm sheets. He steadied his gaze on her jiggling tan ass. Pounding her down into the mattress, he held her head for his bust.

"Oh, yeshh, that's it," he slowed his stroke, savoring her warmth, then sped up and emptied his nuts, "Fuck, oh yes that's a good. Little-ittle whore...."

Jeff cradled her waist, driving the last few drops into her cervix. There was no doubt that he needed her pregnant. His barely 5-foot little girl would be too adorable with a tan, round bump on her middle and milk-filled tits. Despite being small, she had beautiful curves and childbearing hips.

Jeff yanked her head, propping her up for a sloppy kiss. Keeping his cock inside, he held hope for a son with her soft features.

Unaware of his plan to ruin her youth, Anna matched his hectic pull, slurping his tongue into her mouth. She leaned down to touch his limp cock, and he pushed her back into the sheets. His eyes sternly observed her large smile, hinting that she wanted more sex.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do with you," Jeff shook his head, "Ray's going to kick my ass, I missed breakfast."

"Aw, who cares?" Anna twirled her lashes. "You don't even like breakfast."

"Not the point. I'll have to tell him the truth."

"What would that be?" Anna nibbled her lip and moved to the edge as he buttoned his white shirt.

Jeff looked down at her, his heartstrings playing a simple note of devotion in his eyes, "My Brat was in heat."

Anna giggled, holding onto his hand, "No. You could have left a long time ago."

"I could never do that."

"Good 'cause.... I love playing with you, Daddy."

Jeff blushed, rocking her arm, "I have to make sure my little girl gets enough cock. Will that hold you over until tonight?"

"Nope," Anna raised her head for a forehead kiss.

Rubbing her cum drenched cunt, Jeff kissed her temple and moved down her jaw. Her big eyes hooded on his touch, her tongue slightly peeking over her lips. He pushed her legs up, watching his cream drip down her crack.

"Push it out for me," Jeff looked down, amazed by another tickle forming in his ballsack.

"Uhm," Anna moaned, holding her legs around her ears, "I wan more, Daddy."

"You're going to be the death of me, little girl."

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Two hours later.

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It was 10 am, but Jeff couldn't say no to a drink. Even in the wee hours of the morning, he craved the burn in his chest and the relaxing high. In his newly acquired strip club, he settled in a booth near the bar and called for a whiskey and Coke. He needed a boost after his draining morning.

"You're so fucking obsessed with her, it's insane." Ray tapped an empty bottle on the bar after hearing his brother's excuse for the delay.

"That's why I married her."

"That is NOT why you married her. You married her to get your money. You said she was temporary. You got your money, now you need to get back to business and leave the poor kid alone."

Jeff looked up from his phone, unamused with the same conversation surrounding his young wife.

"I've already told you. She's not going anywhere," he shrugged, "She's a great wife. She takes care of me and my dog. She cooks and cleans up after herself. We are getting along well."

"Yeah, I am sure you two have a lot in common."

"We do," Jeff nodded, "She's funny. She makes me laugh."

Ray laughed, "There's no such thing as a funny woman. You're pussy whipped," He studied his brother's bowed head and his eyes, glued to his phone, "Is that her?"

"No. My store manager, Craig."

"Uh. That Hick. That Dude's fucking weird."

"Craig's a cool guy," Jeff mentioned, dragging a small glass to his lips, "He should be here shortly."

Ray sulked. It was bad enough that his brother's Brat intruded on their quality time. Now he had to deal with this distorted doppelganger. He doubted Jeff had favor with his Brat, but he was sure this Craig guy was getting too friendly with his brother.

Ray studied the reggaeton photos on the wall of Jeff's new investment. It was a rundown warehouse with tacky decor and even tackier strippers. He rolled his eyes when Jeff chuckled at his phone. The deafening silence gave Ray more opportunities to spot the flaws in the red-tinted room. It was too early to tell of its impact.. A few girls rolled napkins and washed glasses at the corner bar, making light conversation with the previous owner-a stumpy Mexican man named Pedro.

Ray wasn't sure why his brother had recklessly bought the strip joint from him, but he knew it was a lousy investment in the small Texas town. He did indulge in such places, but usually with no restrictions in place. The hookers at Pedro's establishment were of the mind that they were worthy of tipping and respect.

Ray wiped his suit pants, feeling dirty as he took in the cobwebs on the ceiling. "Your taste sure has changed."

"How so?" Jeff asked, peeking up from his device.

"I should say, your taste in company."

"What are you trying to say?" Jeff laughed.

"I'm saying you can't stay cooped up in this small town with simple-minded people, Jeff. It'll make you slow. Like Craig. That guy's weird as fuck, bro. He's got nothing to offer. I still can't believe you sent him to check on me last week."

"I-I sent him up there to see how things were going."

"You could have come up there your damn self. Why do you need to check anything anyway? Don't you trust me? Come on, Bro. I've been making Bank in Houston."

"Yeah, this month, 'cause it's a new store. But after tax season, then what?

"Then... It's furniture, Jeff. Cheap overpriced furniture that will fuck up in a few years. You act like we're selling cars or something. I've got my crew set and ready to sell. I don't need that dude spying on me. I don't like him. He's got that hillbilly incest look."

"What the fuck does that even mean?"

"I don't trust him."

"Why? Because he wasn't a goddamn Yabba Dabba Doo at a college fraternity? Or because he's from a small town. I grew up 20 miles from here. The guy is smart."

"Well, Suck his fucking dick while you're at it," Ray laughed.

"Fuck you. Craig's been helping me with the renovations. Where've you been?"

"Oh, don't act like this was ever the plan. You said you were going to burn that store to the ground before you left Virginia. You also said you were moving to Houston. I just find it funny how people allow others to change their minds."

"Nobody changed my mind."

"Throwing away money for renovations on a run-down store was not my plan. Do you remember OUR plan? Cuba? Bermuda? We've got that private room in Vegas, and you haven't been back."

"I am still paying for the last time I went to Vegas."

"That was almost two months ago. You're in anger management now."

"I AM NOT IN anger management," Jeff cleared his throat, "hell, I wish it was that simple. I have to see a goddamn shrink two times a fucking week. Shit's Driving me nuts."

"Look, nobody is going to bring it up, man... You're Royalty, brother. I can't even enjoy my fucking self for motherfuckers asking 'bout you. You need to get back in the scene and stop wasting money with those online betting apps."

Jeff rubbed his jaw, now interested in a thrilling night of gambling as Ray bragged about his wins.

".... then, I had Steve Miller ass out last Thursday for 10k. He was calling around for a favor. Hell, last Saturday, we were playing with George Dary, and he slapped the shit out of an old Russian guy. Everyone crashes out sometimes. You're the only person holding that shit over your head."

"I'd feel better if I could remember it. I was so coked out, I don't even remember what happened that night."

"Just know we had fun before and after you punched that asshole. Nobody likes that shit head, bro. County commissioner or not, the guy's a dick. Everyone wants you back in the mix."

"I don't know."

"Do it for me, at least. Hell I am running low on good excuses for you. I sure as hell won't tell them you're playing 'Daddy-Daughter' fun time in Buttfuck, Texas."

Jeff cocked his brow, his temper raising the bass in his voice, "It's her kink, not mine."

"Yeah, right. You love that sick shit."

Jeff flared his nostrils, embarrassed by his new fetish. With over a decade in the BDSM lifestyle, he only became interested in age play after Anna called him Daddy in a motel over a year ago. Previously, he disliked the title, preferring "Sir" or "Master". Back then, he loved women who were experienced, lean, and tall. Anna was not his usual type, but her whimpers and reluctance to give him her virginity had softened him.

"Jeff, the Daddy Dom. Doesn't hit as hard as Jeff, the Bull, I tell you that," Ray mocked.

Jeff fumed in his seat. Their kinky sex had delighted him this morning, but now formed knots in his stomach.

"You're not going to shame me into leaving her alone," he bitterly chuckled.

"Dude, chill. It was a fucking joke," Ray laughed, "We used to joke around all the time. Hell, I ain't got nothing against what you do. But you're a fucking simp for this chick."

"How?"

"You're doing too much. And if it doesn't work out... You've wasted time and money here on the store she works at, when you need to be putting your dimes into other projects."

"She doesn't have anything to do with what I'm doing for my father's store."

"Dude, come on. Dad didn't give a shit about that place."

"How do you know? You didn't even know him." Jeff immediately set his darkened eyes back to his phone and regretted the low blow.

Ray covered his mouth with a bottle and downed his beer. His heart sank, pressure rising in his temples. It was the truth and shut him off. He scanned his phone, searching for a comeback, then turned his head and spotted a short girl walking his way. She carried her weight on her chest with thick, swaying hips.

"Ugh, I see your guy doesn't discriminate," Ray chuckled at her plumpness before she stepped toward them.

"Good afternoon, my new boss!" Bubbles bounced, making her heavy tits flop.

"How are you doing...." Jeff cleared his throat, taking in her nude torso, "Sweetheart?"

"I'm okay," Bubbles said, comfortably wrapping her short arms around his neck and staring at Ray. "Hello, my new boss's friend," she giggled.

"Brother," Ray arched his brow, "Can we get some privacy?"

"Aw," she pouted, "I thought y'all wanted to have fun?"

"We are alright, sweetheart."

Ray widened his eyes at Jeff's response, "Yeah. I'll pass."

Bubbles rolled her eyes at him, "Well. I really just came over here to thank my new boss for saving my job. Even though I don't know how long I'll be here." Not hiding her crush, she kissed his hairy jaw, "You're the bestest in the whole wide world."

"You're welcome." Jeff tapped her manicured fingers, urging her to back up. "I don't know how long I'll be your boss," he said, smiling at Ray. "This is my brother, Raymond, and he's a lot better equipped at running clubs than I am."

Catching the hint, Ray shook his head, "Jeff, you're joking, right?"

"It's already bought and paid for. I'll need you to spruce it up a bit."

"Why the fuck would I want to do that?"

Jeff shrugged, "I figured you could have a place out here, too. Carl was born two miles from here."

"Who's Carl?" Bubbles asked, "Another hot brother?"

"My father," Ray answered, unable to hide his annoyance, "He passed away."

"Sorry."

"Yeah sorry is right," Ray looked at Jeff, "What the fuck, man? If you're buying this shit hole for me, bro, save your money. I don't want this shit."

"Darlin', give us a minute," Jeff nudged his head.

"I'll be back, sir," she warned with a light touch on his neck.

Jeff felt her spark as she walked away. He held his breath, taming the beast inside. She held his attention with a look over her shoulder and an ass wiggle in a tight g-string that made him smile. Admiring her body took his mind off the entitled Boy Brat sitting in front of him. He was torn. Trying his hand at monogamy, he hadn't fucked her in two weeks. That didnt stop his manhood from pulsing and wondering if one meager fuck would hurt. Or perhaps an even more innocent blow job.