The Bully And The Brat Lies

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Virginia

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In a rental car, Jeff drove recklessly down the curved mountain highway with the windows down and a cigarette between his lips. He was going the wrong way but needed to clear his mind before he reached his destination.

At 9 am, he parked at the gate surrounding a Colonial mansion. Tilting his head back, he gulped the last from a flask he had kept perched on his lap during the drive. He winced at the bitter taste of gin and shut off the engine. He felt more comforting effects of his longtime vice on the walk up the modern paved driveway of his family home.

Shaking his head, Jeff looked out at his family's southern estate and watched the surrounding trees slowly release their dying leaves. They fell like tears upon the red bricks, reviving moisture to his own eyes.

Jeff shook off thoughts of his dead father, and kept his features sharp, occupied with money losses. His Vegas trip had ended in shambles and he cursed the dumb decisions he made. He wasn't a down hard gambler but he sometimes enjoyed the rush of betting and winning.

Jeff looked up when two overly excited maids opened the door of the side entrance. Their welcomed greetings put a youthful smile on his stern face.

"Miss. Marla. Mrs. Lucy," he nodded toward the older women.

"Look at you," Marla beamed, wrapping her arms around his waist, "You should be ashamed," she fussed and playfully hit his hard stomach, "I ain't heard from you in a month, boy. You don't care at all to come see me anymore."

Jeff laughed and swayed the petite, brown-skinned woman in his arms for a moment of peace. Despite his step mother, Marla had been a mother figure since he moved with his father in the summer of 98. She had been his father's mistress until he took his last breath. She loved his father and had served him through two wives.

"Oh I've missed you," she beamed.

Knowing Marla may easily pick up on his strong booze scent, he stepped back

"You know I've been so busy, trying to sort all of this out. When I do, I hope y'all move out to Texas with me. I've got the house ready for you," a satisfied grin crossed his hairy face at being able to take care of her.

Marla shook her head, "Jeff. I can't just up and leave my grandbabies."

"Bring them. Bring all of 'em. Your daughter can work for me. You know I will look out for my brother Derek too."

Even though his dreams were on pause, according to his financial situation, Jeff still felt he could promise the world to his favorite people.

"Lucy," he spoke, "You know that you and your folks are welcomed as weĺl. When I get this inheritance settled, I will look out for you both, I promise to God. I-"

Jeff fell short when Marla punched his arm, "Quit swearing, boy."

"Don't you go raise Marla's blood pressure," Lucy teased, and gave him a quick causal hug, "I sure thank you for all you've done, honey."

"Nothing off my back, Lucy." Jeff smiled and rubbed her back, "How's Frank?

"He's weak but he's coming around. Where's Anna?"

"Ah, yes," Marla sounded, "where's my baby?"

Over the few weeks Anna had spent at the house, she had bonded with Marla and Lucy. They shared a dislike of his family and Jeff's reckless flaws over meals in the kitchen.

"She started school last week, so she stayed home. She wants to be a nurse." Jeff rolled his eyes. He smiled when their eyes lit up with excitement, "This was your idea?"

"Sure was," Marla nodded, "She don't want to work for you all her life, and she shouldn't have to. Anna is her own woman."

"She's my property." Jeff smiled.

"Hmph." Marla waved her hand at him, "She'd give you a piece of her mind if she were here. I need her telephone number before you leave so that we can chat."

"Why? So you can egg her on?" Jeff laughed.

"I sure will," Marla laughed and patted his broad shoulder, "I sure miss that sweet girl."

"I do too," Jeff rubbed his hands together, "She keeps me together."

"Someone has to do it, you crazy boy," her worried eyes spoke disappointment, "You smell like a hole in the wall. I sure hope you weren't drinking that mess on the road."

Jeff breathed into his palm, "No. It must have been from last night," he smiled and changed the subject, "Where's my sister?"

"Alicia left early this morning, her husband, too. She sure didn't mention you were coming. Is this another surprise visit to torture that woman?"

"This is my house." Jeff rubbed his jaw, "she's lucky I stepped back."

"You need to get a lawyer and fight her and quit playing these dirty games. The three of you should be ashamed of yourself. I know Alicia is stubborn but I raised Ray better than this. And you, you know how much I love you, boy. But I hate seeing you stooping to her level."

"I don't know if I want it anymore," he sighed, toying with the flask in his pocket, "I do want my money, and I am not leaving without it this time."

"You deserve it all," Marla commented, to which Lucy nodded in agreement, "Carl thought the world of you. He loved you. He wouldn't have wanted you to move back to Texas, knowing all you've been through there."

Jeff nodded and scanned the hallway leading to the main house.

Marla held her hands up to her heart with an idea brewing, "Do you want to walk down and visit him? I put new flowers out just yesterday."

Jeff shook his head from a minor ache and declined the offer, "So, I've got the house to myself then, huh?"

"Kate is around here, somewhere," Lucy spoke with annoyance, "She'll be down here shortly. Requesting a green juice or whatever the hell she drinks to be so skinny."

"She puts Collards in it," Marla added with a frown, "I ain't never heard nobody do that."

The news of Kate's presence in the house piqued his interest enough to turn around, "Is Ray gone?"

"He's at work," Marla answered, "Is Everything okay between you two?"

"Of course. He married my whore, why wouldn't we be best friends, Marla?"

"Jeff," she lightly chastised, "I know you're upset, but be nice."

"It's not even that. It's Anna." Jeff stuck his hand in his pocket and shifted his shoulders, "I hate the way he talks about her. Ray, he doesn't understand. He...."

"I don't understand why. Anna is a sweetheart," Lucy said.

"I shouldn't have...." Jeff paused to grin, "You know what? Marla you're right. I should be nice. I should march upstairs and see if my pretty sister-in-law needs anything."

Marla folded her arms, catching the mischief in his eyes, "Jeffery West Anderson. Don't you do it," she poked at his shoulder with her pointer finger, "No, no. Both You and her are married. No."

"I've missed you, cock blocking. You haven't changed one bit."

"You crazy boy," she hissed, "don't you do nothing with that woman. Anna would have a fit."

"Anna isn't as innocent as she looks. She's hell. I caught her cheating on me last week."

"I don't believe that. She's a good, real good girl. Don't you go breaking her heart, Jeff. Anna doesn't have anybody on her side and you are the only person she can rely on."

"I love her, but trust me," Jeff bitterly chuckled, "Anna is heartless."

Marla continued to rave, but he walked down the hall to his father's office and ignored her following rebuttal. He was only teasing her. He wanted nothing to do with his ex-girl, especially now that she was serving his brother.

Wearily, Jeff opened the door to his father's office and was met with a peculiar smell. The place looked the same save for a few large plants. He was sure Lucy had added them to brighten the windowless room up. He could picture his father sitting in the brown leather chair surrounded by piles of papers and a stiff drink.

Jeff felt a rush of sadness and quickly closed the door. Shaking off his emotions, he left the memories behind the glass.

On his way upstairs, Jeff caught a sound. He paused, leaning his head up towards the top and heard it again.

"Oooh, ah," came a throaty purr clearer than before.

There was no denying from his view at the doorway. Kate was pleasuring herself. With her back turned, she sat slumped at her desk with her leg cocked up.

"Ah-ha, ooh."

"Ahum," Jeff cleared his throat, "Does Ray allow that sort of thing? I know I never tolerated it."

Through her home office window, Kate had witnessed his weary walk toward the house. She had been edging herself for this moment. That glimpse at him had made her horny and only he could spark the ravenous momentum she kept on her clit.

"I've missed you so mmmuch, sir," she moaned.

Her arousal heightened as he came in closer. She smelled his masculine scent and closed her eyes to savor the pleasure her fingers dished.

"Mm. Can I cum, sir? Hm, fuck," Her heart raced with excitement.

"You don't belong to me anymore," Jeff mocked, "You're my brother's feral beast."

"Ah, please, sir."

Jeff rolled his eyes and grabbed the back of the chair. Flipping it around, he discovered her pink pussy lips along with a puddle on her leather seat. Kate looked different. Her face appeared more youthful than usual. He assumed cosmetic surgery from the plumpness in her once thin lips. Her eyes were the same blue and hooded.

"I want to cum for you again, sir," she lightened her strokes, trying to hold off on her pleasure, "Sir. S-sir, please."

"Don't."

Seductively, Kate continued to tease her pot with a slim, red manicured finger, "Oh, I'm so sticky, sir," she purred.

Jeff rubbed his forming hard-on. Regardless of the change, she was hot and ready. He knelt to examine her warm box, adding a finger to the mix of hot juice leaking from her cunt. He loosened it with a twist, curving a finger upon her g spot.

"Have you been a good girl?" Jeff asked.

Kate nodded, unable to close her mouth as his finger massaged her tender flesh. He finger fucked her cunt for a moment, watching her blue pools roll back.

"Ah, G-god, hmm, please, s-sir," she shivered.

"That's enough, puppy girl," he pointed to the floor with his wet finger.

Kate dropped to her knees with a bark and wagged her narrow hips.

"That's a good girl." Jeff tapped her crown.

He stood to his full length and smoothed a veined hand over his crotch. Kate frantically rubbed her head against his thigh and spread her knees around his leg.

"Someone wants to play," Jeff tussled her neat blonde hair, "Sit."

Kate gave a muffled bark against his thigh and his palm smoothed across her head.

"Sit." Jeff shook his leg.

Kate wiped her face against his thigh again, then backed up to obey. On her knees, she looked up to him with puppy dog eyes, awaiting his command.

Playing with Jeff had added to her years of experience with pet play. It was Ray who extended her lifestyle, dressing her up in outfits and flaunting her at BDSM parties where she mingled with other pets. But only Jeff truly knew how to make her feel like a true canine. It was in his eyes. The woman she was to the world was gone for now.

Jeff waved his hand, stepping away from the door, "Come, pup."

"Woof, woof." She yelped with excitement.

Concealing a laugh, Jeff placed his finger over his lips before stepping back to admire her pose. He tapped his bulging crotch again, and she wiggled her hips.

"Cock hungry, puppy?" He smiled, tightening his hold on her blonde hair, "You're still cute as fuck when you're in a scene."

His praise made her perk up. Kate blushed and purred as he petted behind her ears.

"Take my cock out," he spoke, lowering his usual deep voice.

Kate fumbled with his zipper, beaming once his long cock bobbed in front of her. She wagged her pierced tongue. It was a delicious new addition, along with plump lip injections.

"Lick it." He sternly sounded, driving her crazy with a need to pleasure herself.

Kate pounced to obey and wiggled her ring against his tip with long sweeps. Overwhelmed, she hunched to suck his balls. Jeff pulled her head back, and she struggled to reach.

"You're one greedy doggy this afternoon," he said, playfully popping his palm across her face.

Kate eagerly nodded in agreement. She placed her sights back on his cock and licked her newly pouty lips.

"Woof," she quietly barked.

"Back."

Kate flicked and rolled her tongue to slurp the silky cream leaking from his tip. Her husband and his wife weren't an issue. It was like they were back in time in his office.

"Good Girl," he mumbled, rubbing his damp shaft against her blushed cheek, "Open."

Kate widened her jaws and leaned forward with instructions to deep throat. Halfway, she felt the need to gag, but she couldn't stop. Keeping her lips tight, she slowly brought him to the back of her throat.

"Fuck," he shivered, pushing further into her mouth, "Good. Good girl."

Kate inhaled through her nose and pushed herself to the limit. She choked, spraying spit down on her top.

Jeff backed up to stroke her mouth, "God-Goddamnit, girl," he hissed, losing his balance from her skills.

"Mmhmm," she vibrated his shaft with moans.

"Goddamn. I've missed this mouth." He praised, holding her head down, "Hm, take me back to that sweet spot, puppy. Stick that little puppy tongue out and lick those balls."

He grabbed both sides of her head, steering his cock in and out. It was a must for a quick bust. His brother could arrive home at any minute, or the saintly maid, Marla, could cut in on his sexcapades.

Jeff kept his eyes on the door as he stroked. He was so close to cumming his cockhead ached and he closed them. Behind his eyes, he saw his wife, his favorite little toy, lying bruised in his bed. He wished his lips were back home, fastened around her pink clit.

"S-shit, ah, milk that cock, baby girl," he grunted, gliding into her throat.

Kate paused and suddenly flew back.

With a hard face, Jeff looked down at her red-rimmed eyes and wet cheeks. "You know better than that. Put that-"

"Why did you call me, Baby girl? You've never called me that." Kate stood up to wipe her mouth, "Were you thinking about her?"

Jeff chuckled, "What?"

"You were!" Kate yelled.

"Will you relax," Jeff walked to the door and shut it before centering on her face. "I was thinking about you."

Despite his sensual tone, Kate sneered, "Prove It."

Jeff laughed at her jealousy. He was used to it, but it hit differently now that she married his brother.

"Are you still thinking about her?" Kate questioned his silence.

Rubbing his jaw, he realized why he hadn't made an honest woman out of her before.

"You're being crazy."

Kate folded her arms around her bust and looked down at the wooden floor.

"Get back on your knees."

Kate shook her head and caught his stern eye, "I want to talk."

"About what?"

"Why are you still with her? You said she was only temporary. So, why is she still living with you?"

Despite his adultery, Anna was everything he loved, from the way she squirmed from his pleasure to the witty comebacks she dished. Anna was his girl and sometimes reminded him of himself, stubborn and crazy.

"Because," Jeff chuckled nervously.

"That's not a good enough answer."

"What the hell do you want me to say?"

"The truth."

Jeff pinched his nose and yearned for a drink. He pushed his hand into his pocket, then remembered his flask was empty. Kate was still rambling about his situation, but he barely heard her. The need for booze clouded his thoughts of both women and made his fingers twitch.

"Do you?" Kate heightened her voice, showing her annoyance.

"Wha? The fuck are you even talking about?"

"Do you love her?"

He popped the joints on his fingers. He wanted Kate on his side, but he couldn't deny his baby girl's charm.

"You're sick."

"How? She doesn't have anywhere to go, Kate. She needed my help, and I promised to take care of her. We can mess around, but...." He finally snapped and leaned down to her level, "Do I have to remind you who you are married to? It's damn sure not to me."

Kate shoved him, doing minor damage to his bricked frame, "You left me!"

Jeff chuckled when her pushes grew hectic and stepped out from the doorway. Kate slammed the door in his face, which caused a bigger chuckle to arise in his throat. Grabbing his bag, he hurried into the guest room to relieve his blue balls.

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Later in the night, Jeff relaxed back on a leather couch in his father's office and brought a shot to his lips. In a slumped position, his beard lingered against his bare chest. He closed his eyes and memorized his father's face until a knock came at the door.

"Yeah!" Jeff called out.

Assuming it was his brother, he came to an upward position. It wasn't him. It was Kate. She entered the room with sweeping, tanned, bare legs.

"Busy?"

Jeff side-eyed the lacy red lingerie clinging to her hips. Her feet were dainty, with toes painted in a matching crimson polish. Despite her efforts, he snubbed her with a grunt.

Kate looked around the office before stepping closer, "Can I dance for you, sir?"

"I don't need all that." He slurred, waving her over, "If anything, I just want head. You disappointed me earlier, you know that?"

"Of course I did." Kate widened her steps to twist her hips, "But I know you well. But you don't care to know me. Maybe that's YOUR problem. You're scared to let anyone in, yet I still try."

Jeff scoffed and thought of Anna. She was closed off enough never to have to be open.

"My brother is too much of a pussy to come see me. But you. You are bold enough to come down here in nothing but that," Jeff suppressed his desire to stick his cock between the gap of her thighs with a stern expression.

"This was supposed to be our house, Remember? You had it all planned out," she untied a ribbon on her chest, and the fabric fell, revealing a beautiful set of perky breasts, "I think together we can still make that happen."

"I don't think I want anything from you," he proudly said as she rocked her hips.

"Why not?" Kate looked over her shoulder.

"I guess I care about my brother too much to-"

"That's a lie. You've always acted like you care, but you don't. You only care about yourself."

"Don't come in here and insult me, Katherine. You know better than that. Did I not teach you better than that? Do you need a refresher? My belt is over there."

"You taught me about a lot of dirty things." She dropped her smile, "You used me."

"You loved it." Jeff winked.

"Of course I did. I loved you. You were a bad boy," Kate chuckled, remembering the past, then frowned at the now, "You were someone I thought I could change. I-I tried to change you. But, I think you like being miserable. If you would have stayed here, we could-"

"Less talking, puppy," Jeff mockingly interrupted with a clap, "Don't pretend I left you. I told you to come with me. No you couldn't leave little man could, you? You were too busy playing dress up with him to give a fuck about me."

"I asked you to come to parties and events. I begged you. Ray stepped up when you were trying to marry anyone but me to get your money."

Jeff chuckled, "A good thing I married Anna. She's not a fan of parties. She's not a show off like you."

"You used to love showing me off."

"I opened you up. You were a boring girl, now look at you." He waved and swiped his nose, "I don't love the new lips too much, but..."

"Ray likes them." Kate shot back.

Jeff gritted his teeth.

Regaining some confidence, she squeezed her breasts, "And you like these, don't you, sir."

Jeff softened his features, watching her pull at each pink nipple on her ample breast. His eyes roamed over her flat stomach. Her pussy was gushing he could tell. He shook his head remembering the first time he had invited her into his office. Kate had held his arm and winced, having her first clit orgasm on the tip of his finger.

"Can we play? For old times' sake?" Kate nervously shifted her head over to the corner of the room, "I'd love a hot fuck."