There she was again, strutting into the kitchen like she owned the place, dressed in her usual outfit, a pair of torn bikini panties and an old bra. Brenda kept her eyes focused on Karen, pissed off just at the sight of her, wishing she could wipe the smirk off the bitch's face right then and there.
Brenda was wary when Tracy had asked her whether her sister could stay with them for a few weeks, just until she got her shit together and found a place of her own. Brenda didn't like the idea but she didn't want to say no. After all, Tracy was Karen's sister and it was true she had no place else to go.
The reason for that was that Karen had just come out of prison after serving ten months on a burglary rap. She and some asshole boyfriend of hers had broken into a house, stolen cash and jewelry, and gotten caught. And this hadn't been Karen's first trip to the joint either. Right from the start Brenda did not like the way Karen treated her younger sister, though she let it alone, figuring it was between the sisters. Tracy had told Brenda plenty about Karen, how her older sister had always lorded it over her, treated her like shit. She'd heard some pretty nasty stuff about what Karen used to put her sister through. And Brenda guessed that was probably one reason Tracy had grown to be so submissive. Her sister had tormented her and treated her almost like a personal slave, and now Tracy had somehow come to expect, even to yearn for that sort of treatment from other women. Luckily, in Brenda, Tracy had found the perfect woman. Brenda and Tracy had lived together for more than a year now and Tracy relished Brenda's commanding manner. Deeply submissive in nature, Tracy had longed to find a woman like Brenda, a steely dominant, an utterly masterful female who knew just how to keep demure submissives like Tracy in their place.
Now Brenda fumed as she watched Karen strut around like she owned the place. Plus, it just burned her to see the way Karen treated her baby sister. Sure, Brenda herself could treat her like that, but then again, that was the nature of their relationship. But she hated to watch Karen treat her little sister like she was her own property. Especially when Tracy had pleaded with Brenda to let Karen move in for a few weeks and Brenda, though reluctant, had finally relented. Now she deeply regretted she had agreed as she watched Karen take selfish advantage of their hospitality.
And here was Karen again, in that skimpy pair of panties and the worn bra. Brenda figured Tracy sauntered around like this, nearly naked, to annoy her little sister. Though Tracy was cute enough, her older sister was a real knockout, and she was well aware of it too. With her sleek killer body, long silky, blonde hair, and gorgeous face, she knew she could get anyone's attention. And so she loved teasing them both, parading that luscious body around in front of Brenda while Tracy had to look on, helpless. Tracy had once told Brenda how her older sister would do anything to make Tracy jealous, that there was nothing Karen had loved to do more than to take Tracy's lovers from her, first guys and then later, when Tracy realized she was basically a lesbian, other chicks.
Brenda knew just what was up but held her tongue. She had to admit to herself that the sleek bitch was one hell of an eyeful, but she resented Karen's ploy as much as her sister did. Tracy was Brenda's personal slave and she didn't relish seeing any other bitch lord it over her property, especially this stone cold bitch of an older sister, fresh out of the joint, and nasty to the core. But, still, Brenda had resisted the urge to tell Karen what she thought of her or to throw her out of their place altogether. She still figured it was basically a matter concerning the two sisters, at least for the time being.
Karen shuffled over to the fridge, wiggling her tight little ass, making sure Brenda had a good look. Of course Tracy noticed, and it made her squirm. Brenda didn't like to see Tracy humiliated like this, at least not by anyone other than Brenda herself.
"Shit! There's no more fuckin' milk," Karen whined.
"Well, then-- then you should've remembered to buy some, sis," Tracy said, mustering up the courage, though there was still an unsure, meek tone to her voice whenever she spoke to her sister. Brenda did have to admit, though, that this was the first time she had heard Tracy say anything critical to Karen.
Karen turned in disbelief, giving Tracy a hard, icy stare.
"Screw you, Tracy. Don't you be tellin' me what I should and shouldn't have done."
"Hey, all I meant was that you could help out a little once in a while," Tracy said, for her a little boldly.
"Shut the fuck up, okay?" Karen snapped at Tracy. " I don't ever want you telling me what I ought to do, you understand me?"
"How about me? Can I tell you what to do?" Brenda said, returning Karen's hard, cold stare with one of her own. Finally, Brenda was going to speak up. This was her home too and though she had held her tongue up till now, she'd finally had it with this bitch. Karen needed some talking to, and Brenda was going to do the talking.
"You know, your sister's right," Brenda continued, "You could remember to pick up some milk. And while you're at it, you could try being nice to Tracy once in a while.
"Go fuck yourself, Brenda, okay?" Karen sneered, contempt at her voice.
At that moment Karen could hardly realize what a mistake she had just made. Brenda had held it all back, her anger, her resentment over the way this bitch treated her sister, treated them both. But now she was going to teach the slut a lesson, a lesson she would never, ever forget.
Brenda stood up and stared at Karen, her big, green eyes brimming with intense anger.
"What did you say to me?" Brenda hissed.
For the first time, Karen looked a little uncertain, but she wasn't about to be intimidated. Not her. From first glance Brenda had figured Karen for another domme. She had guessed she was a top bitch when she was in the joint, lording it over the other babes. Karen had hinted as much to her younger sister, who had shared this with Brenda. Now the two of them stared at each other, Brenda and Karen. They were quite a contrast. Karen with her Susie-Q, dimpled all-American blonde cheerleader good looks, Brenda, a sleek olive-skinned brunette, her dark hair lustrous, her big, beautiful green eyes radiating confidence and assurance.
"I said 'go fuck yourself,' " Karen repeated, recklessly treading on very dangerous ground now. "You can both go screw yourselves. Nobody tells me what to do and what not to do, especially a couple of dyke cunts like you two, okay?"
"You shouldn't have said that," Brenda warned darkly.
"Oh, go kiss my butt," Karen snarled at Brenda, "You and my sister both."
Suddenly Brenda shoved Karen against a wall, shoved her hard, making her lose her balance.
"You're the one who should be kissing butts... slut!" Brenda barked. "You should kiss your sister's. She takes you in after you get out of the fuckin' joint. She puts a roof over your head, food in your mouth. And all you do is act like a total bitch."
Brenda was really angry now, shoving Karen up against the wall repeatedly as she tried to break away.
"In fact, you will kiss your sister's butt," she said, grabbing Karen by her long blonde hair, twisting it in her hand, forcing her down to her knees as Karen unsuccessfully struggled to free herself of Brenda's grasp.
"Hey babe, take off your jeans and pull down your panties," Brenda said to Tracy who watched in amazement as Brenda forced her sister to the floor. Tracy, as always, obeyed Brenda and pulled down her jeans and undies.
"Let go of my fuckin' hair!" Karen yelped, but that only made Brenda twist it that much harder.
"Time to kiss your sister's butt," Brenda said coldly. "Time to show her your gratitude for all she's done for you."
"Kiss my sister's butt? You must be out of your fuckin' mind!" Karen howled, still defiant though the more powerful Brenda was able to force her to the floor on her knees as she tugged at her hair, making her wince.
"Oh you will kiss it, I guarantee it," Brenda sad coolly. "As a matter of fact, you'll do a lot more than that."
Brenda started to drag Karen, down on her knees, over to where her sister was standing, a nervous smile on her face, waiting to see if her big sister would actually be forced to kiss her ass. All of a sudden Karen brought a hand up between Brenda's legs and drove a fist into Brenda's crotch. Stunned, Brenda let go and momentarily doubled over as Karen freed herself and tried to bolt out of the kitchen. But Brenda recovered quickly and tackled Karen to the ground before she could escape. Now there'd definitely be no more mercy for the bitch as a furiously angry Brenda took charge.
"Get the fuck up," Brenda hissed icily, digging her hands under the cups of Karen's bra and grabbing hold of her tits. Squeezing those tits she lifted Karen off the floor.
"Owwww!!" Karen squealed. "Let go of my tits, that hurts!"
Brenda let go of one breast, using the free hand to slap Karen across the face, silencing her momentarily into stunned submission as a drop of blood dripped from her nose. Then she brought the other hand down and tugged on the bra so hard that she ripped it off Karen's body. Those big, firm luscious tits did look good. Karen had been parading around in panties and bra often enough, but until now Brenda had never laid eyes on her tits before. Brenda smiled to herself, knowing those two perfect breasts were going to get themselves quite a workout.
