Bully and the Brat

"Disgusting."

"You're nose is just as BIG as your body. You need a nose job!"

"You dress like a toddler."

"Is that scarf supposed to hide your double chin?"

"Another selfie? Just stop. 🤮"

Anna looked down at her phone and quickly deleted the comments on her last Instagram post. The accounts, made to troll, had no posts of their own. She blocked them all knowing new ones would appear in a few days.

Even though the negativity was gone, the cute selfie Anna had taken that morning didn't seem so cute anymore. She looked in the mirror and wondered if her nose were smaller would her face look better or worse. She'd been dieting for months but the fat on her hips and arms refused to melt away.

It was inevitable that Anna would have self esteem issues as an adult. Her hard childhood was to blame. It was obvious to her that the emotions attached to those neglected years were engraved in her soul. She blamed one particular event for her vulnerability last night. She cringed thinking of how she had called Jeff, crying like a child for him to come home.

Anna knew she hadn't moved on from her childhood. The signs were in her room: stuffed animals lining the shelf, her pink bed, and drawers filled with coloring books, bright colored pens, and ONSIES. Ugh. It killed her inside to know how far she'd fallen into her taboo Kink. Little space was supposed to be a persona alone, a way to escape, not reality.

Hoping to lift her spirits, Anna played a pop tune by Taylor Swift on her phone, filling the kitchen with a lively beat. She sang aloud to her dog, Butler, who followed her trail out of the kitchen. Holding her phone and a protein bar, she danced down the hallway.

Anna twirled around the master bedroom and then into the bathroom, hoping to dance her sadness away. She picked out a body scrub and a bath bomb with matching scents. Planning to drown her emotional pain in the bath, she turned on the faucet to fill the large garden tub. Having space to breathe was a heavenly exchange for the hell she once lived through. She never forgot the past or how fortunate she was now and thanked God for her blessings.

Miss Kisha taught Anna about religion at a young age. She owned a boarding house and was up at the crack of dawn to provide for her family. Even with another job on her plate, Kisha made sure the common areas were spotless for her tenants. The three-story house off Rouse Street needed major repairs. The water rarely got lukewarm, rotting boards caused drafts in the winter, and there were a dozen holes in the ceiling.

Anna, who at the time lacked a connection to anyone, grew fond of Miss Kisha and her orderly home. She loved sleeping on a bed and having home-cooked meals throughout the day. Her mother, Lisa, wasn't much of a cook or a mother.

After getting evicted from the trailer park down the street, Lisa had rented a room at half price from Kisha, who felt sorry for her. She played the part of a needy parent, but soon took advantage of her kindness. She showed her true colors when she ran off for two weeks without notice.

With four kids of her own, Kisha was furious to take on responsibility for another child. She couldn't look at Anna for the first two days after Lisa vanished into thin air. After five days, that resentment turned into worry for her and her mental health.

Kisha, who had moved Anna to an air mattress on her daughter's bedroom floor, put her back in Lisa's unpaid room and gave her extra blankets for the cold nights. Even with the burden of another child, it was hard for her to find fault in Anna. She was always on her best behavior and willing to help with chores. Kisha tried to fit her in with her kids, but the girl rarely spoke. She sensed the depression in Anna that would go undiagnosed for years beyond her time spent at the boarding home.

The darkness made Kisha call out to Jesus and teach his love to Anna. Anna listened, learned, and tried to find the light in him. But in her situation, she struggled to believe.

Fearing the girl had lost hope, Kisha relayed powerful messages over and over in the hope that Anna would heal. When Lisa hadn't returned that next week, she feared the worst for Anna. The winter break was coming to an end, and she couldn't register a child who wasn't legally hers into school. Her family had advised her to call CPS but, Kisha couldn't put the girl through that separation.

Lisa showed up a few days later in the worst condition. Despite her worn clothes and sunken face, she was harshly ridiculed by her boardingmates.

"What kind of mother are you?!" Kisha had shouted.

Had Anna not been at the doorway stoically watching her verbal attack, Kisha would have kicked Lisa's bony ass.

Instead of taking responsibility for her drug addiction and reckless behavior, Lisa packed up what little they had and moved in with a fellow addict.

Now at age 21, Anna had never attended church, but fondly remembered Miss Kisha describing the beauty of heaven and the destruction of hell. Struggling to understand her life then, she knew that she was already living in hell.

As Anna got older, she continued to sit close to the door or lie in bed tossing and turning most nights, waiting for her mother's return. Those days were over now as Lisa rotted in a Louisiana prison two hours away.

Anna was now living in another three-story house, one built on a solid foundation, with hot water and a fairly new roof. She also had a husband, who was far from perfect, to rely on. He loved her. At least she hoped he did.

Jeff was her first relationship, and she had no idea how to act. The anxiety that came with loving another person who could drop her without a second thought played out in her worst nightmares and lived rent-free in her mind.

In an attempt to drown the Haunting, Anna pushed her head back into the hot water, softening the tension on her shoulders. She wondered if Miss Kisha would recognize her as a woman now and if she'd be proud. And, if God was proud.

Often now, Anna felt sexy and wondered if she was wrong and those trolls on Instagram were right to criticize her. Looking down, she noted her dark nipples hardening above the water. Her bloated tummy and round hips with suds that naturally disappeared when she lifted her leg. She always felt sexy when Jeff was around. Thinking about him made her pussy tingle. She loved the way he touched her and tossed her around like a play thing.

Anna sat up when she heard his heavy steps. She moved her curls around her shoulders, covering her small, perky breasts. He was at the doorway too fast and stunned her.

"Are you okay?" Jeff worriedly asked.

"Yeah?" Anna giggled, "Why?"

"You left the front door open."

"OH. I'm sorry. I was..." she sighed, waving her hand around the high peaked bubbles, "It's just been a long day. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Jeff chuckled, removing his jacket, "I thought something happened to you. But you're okay."

"Uh, yeah," she shrugged, "I'm good, just tired."

"Me too. This weather doesn't make it any better. We are supposed to get below freezing temperatures tonight. Maybe snow as well. Can you believe that shit? Snow in the Great State."

"Yes," she anxiously nodded, "We had a bad storm a few years ago. It was bad." She stressed, "The lights went out for two whole days."

Jeff grudgingly shook his head, "That's bullshit. I don't ever remember it snowing in East Texas when I was a kid. That climate shit might be real."

Anna shivered in the warm bath, a chill coming from his forecast, "What if the lights go out?"

"I've got a generator out in the barn."

Anna rose up, "Really?"

"Yeah, if it works. I hope it's not as bad as they say," Jeff noted a difference in his brat, her strained smile being one, "We'll be alright. When I get out of the shower, I'll bring some stuff down, just in case. I've got some flashlights and candles upstairs."

"Good, good, good," Anna was relieved and nodded, "That'll be good if we lose power."

"Yeah. So that's what's worrying you?"

"Uh. Yeah. Thank God you're prepared."

Jeff rubbed his nose, examining her unintentional pained expression, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Mmmhmm."

Anna watched him step out of his pants and pressed her thighs together. He knocked the shower faucet on and stepped her way, his hairy chest hard, flexing with each step. She held her breath when he plopped down on edge.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Jeff rubbed her wet head.

Anna wanted to cry from the concern in his voice, but swallowed it down. "Mmmhmm."

Jeff cupped her chin, uneasy with her response, "You look like a sad little girl."

"I..." she dropped her jaw, "I'm not sad. I'm tired?..."

"After this semester, I want you to take a break. You can co-."

"No! It's not school. I am..I'm passing now. I'm not stressed about school. I like school. I was thinking about getting a job at the-"

"What? What do you need a job for? I don't plan on going broke anytime soon. Whatever you need, I'll buy it."

Jeff looked insulted, and he was, holding a lump in his throat, "I'm serious about taking a break. I don't like that school. I'll see if I can get you into UThealth in Houston next year. It won't set you back much. Since I'm back here for good, I plan to go to every home game Dallas has this season, and you're going with me. I need you free on Sunday, not studying for tests."

"Okay," Anna breathed.

Stunned by her compliance, Jeff laughed, "That's it? You're not going to argue with me?"

Anna couldn't argue. She had set herself up and had not been prepared for the challenge of college classes. Fearing she wasn't naturally smart, she studied extra hard to keep from failing. She never got good grades in high school, busy making money to survive, but she was trying.

"You're right. I probably need to take a break," she frowned.

"What's wrong?" Jeff continued rubbing her head, fearing it was his fault, "Are you still upset with me?"

"No. I.. Can I still come in and work at the store after this semester? I'd be bored, sitting at home not doing anything."

"Trust me," he winked, "I'll find you something to do."

Anna weakly nodded.

Jeff sighed at her downward eyes and stood, towering over her wet body, "Look, I know you're still upset about last night. I should have called, or texted you, or something. I am sorry.

"It's okay," Anna bit her lip.

"Nah, It's not okay. I need to do better. I've never been responsible for anything in my life. And I am not an asshole when I said I want you to take a break. I want us to do shit together." Jeff stepped back with a smile, "We need to travel, and you need to see something other than these four walls, little girl. I keep seeing you in a bikini on a tropical island somehwere."

Anna exhaled the breath she had been holding. His future plans broke her to pieces. She wasn't shaped for a bikini and she wasnt good enough for him. Bending to the water, she whimpered down at the white suds.

Jeff let her cry and stepped into the shower. Her soft whimpers stung his soul as he quickly washed the day away. He stepped out one minute later, dripping wet, and carried a towel over to the tub. By then, she had toughened up, rolling her arm across her face.

"I'm sorry."

"Come on, little one."

"I'm okay. I'm not, I'm good. I was-"

"Up!" Jeff waved the towel.

Anna stood, her eyes red, giving away her sadness. She couldnt blame it on the suds. She thought about the stupid call as she stepped out. Why was she so pitiful?

"There's my pretty girl." Jeff smiled, sweetly wrapping the towel under her armpits.

Jeff tugged her head into his wet stomach as she continued sobbing. He was sure he was to blame for her heartache. Averting his eyes to the unopened protein bar on the sink, he wondered if she was HANGRY.

"What did you eat today?"

"I've got squash and chic-"

"Come on," Jeff smirked, "Is that what you want to eat? Rabbit food?"

"I," Anna giggled, then turned her lips down to pout, "That's what I made. For you."

"You're always trying to take care of me, it's too cute," Jeff hauled her onto the bed and pinched her cheek, "Do you want me to get Ella?"

"I don't need that." Anna scrunched her nose.

Jeff had seen this one before. Her moods came as sporadically as his. She'd be the biggest Brat she could for a week, maybe two, then a down spell would hit her harder than a brick, softening her fight.

Jeff rocked back and forth as she lay her head on his shoulder. Leaning back against the headboard, he cradled her head and continued rubbing her back. Her warmth was healing, and he didn't mind holding his erection below. He lost the fight with his passion and carried his palms down to squeeze her plump ass.

"Hmm." Anna sighed, leaving a warm tingle across his neck.

"Is my little bear feeling better?"

Anna giggled, rubbing her nose against his neck, "Little Bear?"

Jeff smiled, "It's a cartoon My Brother used to watch it. It's the stupidest shit I've ever seen."

"I think I remember it."

"My little bear is so cuddly." Jeff kissed her forehead.

Cuddly?

Anna had never dreamed of him saying something so sweet. He was trying hard to make her feel better. Mesmerized by his scent and rough hands, she dropped onto his bulge. She used the hardness to brush against her clit, creating a creamy collection.

"Does that feel good?" Jeff kissed the top of her damp head as she wiggled.

Anna strained her hips. Liberated and horny, she sat upright on him and kissed his firm lips, wetting his lap with essence.

Jeff kissed the corner of her mouth and shifted down her jaw, "I love you."

Anna craved his sex like a mad woman and lifted, "Fuck me."

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X

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Kate angled the phone screen above her head for the perfect angle. Her bright pink smile and pale blue eyes were stunning. A satin black bra fought to contain her large breasts.

"Smile for the camera," she purred.

Jeff looked over and smiled, taking his attention away from the television. He tapped his thigh and she shifted the phone. Smiling from ear to ear, she started a seductive crawl, keeping her hand up to capture the steamy encounter.

"Do you want me to hold it?" His fingers wrapped around the device, leading it around their bedroom to face him for an impromptu tongue shot. "This is nice. Is this the new one?"

"Yeah," Kate answered, stroking his heavy cock in front of her mouth. "It's the iPhone 8. I got it yesterday."

"With my card?"

"Maybe."

"How much?"

"Eight Hundred. Buttt," she expressed with a giggle, "It's worth it. You need an upgrade, too."

"I like my phone," Jeff found the button that set her beautiful face on the screen and chuckled. "Technology is crazy. But You look so hot on here."

"Thank you, Sir," Kate moaned as he used his fingers to pull her nipple, "Mmm."

"Come here." His voice was raspy behind the screen.

Kate hopped onto his waist, her long legs riding up.

"I love you," she whispered, grinding on his hard cock.

Jeff mumbled something under his breath.

Anna stopped the video, freezing 2016 in time. Watching almost ten years later, she held his iPad up to her ear and listened to his reply. What did he say? Pressing play, she upped the volume and rewound the clip in case she was mistaken. After a few more listens, she concluded he had said "Ride me."

Anna was relieved that he hadn't told her he loved her. But soon their wet tongues collided in a sticky note through the speakers, filling her with envy. She looked back at the screen and their passionate fuck.

"Uhh, uh, Sir, I want to cum." Kate hummed.

"Oh yeah?" Jeff moaned, "Do you love this cock?"

"Yes, sir, yes sir, I love when y-you're so deep. Ah, sir, you're so-"

Anna paused the video. "Oh my god, shut up," she rolled her eyes, searching for another video to generate some arousal. Before one caught her attention, her phone hummed at her side.

*Good morning, sweetheart*

Anna beamed as she read the text message from Jeff.

*Be ready when I get home. Tonight will be fun. Have a great day at school. I love you.*

*You too. I love you too.*

Anna entered the words, then quickly deleted them for a simple heart emoji. Holding her phone against her chest, she excitedly kicked her legs. Her toe accidentally pressed play.

"Ugh, I love you, I love you, so much uh ah-ha." Kate's glorious breathy moans hit her eardrum, "Ooh, ah, I'm going to cum for you, sir."

Tilting her head, Anna looked at the iPad, her eyes glued to his hairy stomach. Her heart raced as Jeff moved up, shifting the camera to Kate's large breasts. He slurped her pale pink nipple into his mouth, staring into the camera and into Anna's soul.

Her phone sounded for her 11:30 alarm, but she was fixed on his stare. He was cute back then, with dark, wavy hair and a neat, close-cut beard, showing two dimples in his cheeks. But those eyes were the same and pierced her loins.

Pausing the video, Anna slumped, running her tiny fingers around her wet folds. Her thighs shook as she pushed her fingers deep inside. She brought them to her mouth, then went back to her special place, leaving her mind mushy. She thought about last night. How he had held her and let her hump him with ease, scoring his rough hands over her hips.

After that, he ordered pizza and had her pussy as a nightcap, making her cum so hard. Then they cuddled up with Little Bear playing on the 75-inch screen. She was so ready to spend time with him tonight. 🥰

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Later that night

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"Goddamnit!" Jeff howled, rushing from his seat.

Anna flinched and looked from the bright iPad blinding her face to Jeff. There was an attraction in his annoyance. But she dismissed his handsome face, seeing it was yet another losing outburst. She turned her eyes back to the screen, trying to stay calm.

An hour earlier, Jeff had hyped up their chill night out. She dressed in thrifted pink sweatpants that displayed the bedazzled letters 'Juicy' on her ass, white tennis shoes, and a matching white halter top. It hadn't snowed but it was cold outside. Still, she had to look cute. Her hair, parted in two long braids, spread over her bare shoulders for an ultra girly allure.

Jeff ditched his suit and tie for khakis and a warm navy sweater. She had no idea where he would take her. The air of anticipation was dancing in the car. She held his forearm on the ride. She couldn't conceal her disappointment when they arrived. He had swept her away to an illegal gambling den.

Anna turned her nose to the place. On the outside, it appeared to be a dusty old saloon. The weathered wooden swinging doors gave it a dirty, aged charm, but once inside, her breath caught in her throat. The smoky room was bustling and lined with long tables. She gawked at men dressed in tailored suits, standing around, engaged in rowdy discussions.

The middle-sanctioned lobby was hypnotizing. Had she not physically walked across the muddy parking lot, she might have mistaken the place for a casino in Las Vegas. Although she had never been there, the vibe was the same--matched tables, cigar smoke curling in the air, and the loud hum of masculine conversations. She looked up at the ornate fixtures and luxurious decor that suggested wealth and exclusivity.

Anna soon realized that she was the youngest and shortest person in the room. The women there, dressed in glamorous dresses, high heels, and long-styled hair, were grown and looking down on her. They added a sexual touch to the smoky haze and intensified her insecurities.

Walking behind Jeff, who stopped to speak to a few people, Anna discreetly observed the guests, rugged men with desperate, focused stares. They were fixated on the high-stakes games. Their adrenaline was evident in their tense postures. Then she noted the women at their sides. God was every woman here gorgeous? He greeted another guy and kissed his beautiful wife on the cheek.