Banging My Brother(2)

A large hand encircles my wrist, keeps me from moving. I stick out my lower lip and pout. “Mark…”

“You’re drunk.”

I roll my eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m horny, I’ve been attracted to you for forever, and I want to get fucked for my birthday.” I yank free of his hold and snag my purse from the tabletop before sliding from the stool. A quick tug on my tight miniskirt puts things back where they belong, and then I focus again on my stepbrother. “Since it’s obvious you’re not up,” I flick a glance at his groin to make sure he gets the innuendo, “for the challenge, I’ll go home and take care of things myself. Or grab a man on my way out the door.” I step close to him. “Maybe this white boy is too intimidated to give a sista a good time. Maybe there’s someone here who can give me what I need.”

I spin on my heel and weave my way toward the door, surveying my options. Oh, I get plenty of looks. With my smooth, cocoa skin, long, brown locks currently in micro braids, and a curvaceous body to boot, I’m a catch for any man. White, black, and everything in-between. I’ve got great tits, and also a big booty that men love to grab onto when they fuck me from behind.

Hell, as horny as I am right now, I’d take just about any man who knows what to do with his cock—no matter the color of his skin.

Then, I see a man that just may do, and drag one of my fingernails along his arm as I pass, give him a wink that has him turning toward me and stepping in my direction. Only to be brought up short by Mark.

Mother. Fucker.

Okay, he’s not really. But I wouldn’t terribly mind him being a sister fucker right about now.

I don’t hear what he says, but the guy I’d set my sights on returns to his friends while Mark continues to come after me. I roll my eyes and get back on my way.

In a handful of steps, I’m out of the stifling, cloying air of the club and into the cool night.

A body presses into me from behind, large erection grinding into my ass, and the scent I’d recognize anywhere surrounds me. “You’re a cock-tease, Alesha.” Hands appear on my hips, flex, and then tighten their grip while he rubs his dick along my crack. “Teasers get punished, even if she happens to be my sister. You’ve pushed me too far—and now you’re going to get what you’re asking for.” Mark nuzzles my neck, teeth scrapes my skin, and then his lips nibble my earlobe. “You ready for that? Ready for your brother to fill your pussy with his big, white cock? Pull your hair? Spank this beautiful, black ass for being a bad girl?”

I’m aching and hot and wet as fuck. Like cream will be sliding down my thighs at any moment wet. My nipples had hardened with the cool air, but now they’re rock-fucking-hard for an entirely different reason. I don’t want to answer him, afraid of him turning away, but I can’t keep quiet.

“Yes.” I moan when one hand snakes around me, then slides down my stomach to rest right above my needy mound. “Fuck me. Yes, I’m ready.”

“Oh, baby, I will.” He releases me for a split second and snags my hand, twines my fingers with his and tugs me into the parking lot. “But no bitching when I mess up your hair.”

My hair. Lord, how many arguments have we gotten into over my hair. He’s fascinated with all the different looks I’ve had over the years, getting it done just about every weekend. And he always has to play with it.

No one touches a black woman’s hair. We spend way too much time and money for someone to just fuck it up.

At the car, I finally answer him, hand on his crotch, stroking his bulge. “Oh, Mark, you fuck me right, and you can do anything you want.” I nibble his lower lip and then slide into his SUV, leaving him there to glare at me for a moment while he adjusts his hard cock. Then, he moves around the vehicle to settle behind the steering wheel.

“Not another word, Alesha.”

With a lick of my lips, I eye his cock, but remain quiet throughout the drive. Mark navigates the streets of downtown Atlanta with ease, and it’s not long before we’re pulling up in front of his house, a sprawling, ranch-style home with more space than he could ever need.

I wait while he climbs from the SUV and comes around to hold the door open for me. I keep my mouth shut, smile in place as I follow him up the walk. I watch the shift of his ass in his slacks and I just want to taste it, sink my teeth in and take a bite out of his cute little butt.

Yeah, I’ve got a bit of an ass fetish.

Actually, I think it’s more of a “Mark” fetish.

A quick walk up the path and we’re inside within moments, the interior wrapping us in darkness.