Beautiful Brute (Court University 3)

Calling me an asshole yesterday hadn’t been smart for her and put things in a hell of freaking perspective for me. I was down here for one purpose and one purpose only.

Dad’s arrival that first day had only cemented it.

The asswipe had actually tried to engage with me, speak to me like we had been for years. Since I’d arrived, it’d been “son” this and “my boy” that.

I’d fuckin’ cringed every time.

I had hidden it away, of course, good at that. But every time Rick Fairchild had taken my hand or hugged me, it’d taken everything in me not to knock his goddamn lights out. He actually acted like he had been glad to see me. Like he’d been around or tried at all to contact me before eighteen. Because that’s when he’d first reached out, high school and his contact had been few and far between since. That man was a goddamn liar and so good at the show.

I supposed that was because he was a politician.

I guessed I had gotten something from my sperm donor father at the end of the day. I was a hell of a good fucking actor because not only had I popped his stepkid’s cherry, I’d gotten dear old stepmom to trust me too. I had the whole family eating out of the palm of my hands.

This academic term was going to be fun.

I’d done pretty well in school, kept up on my grades so my shit transferred pretty good. I’d gotten into my new university, Bay Cove-U, with flying colors, and my politician sperm donor hadn’t even had to make any calls for me. He’d offered to, but I turned him down in the end. I didn’t need him, his resources or his influence. Like always, I did just fine.

And how good it’d feel to fuck with his stepkid while I was there.

Cleo was the closest access I had to my father, the one I could hurt the most, and by hurting her, I’d get to him. I’d ruin his fucking life like he ruined mine.

The car slowed.

I rose up, squeezing my eyes a bit. Girl Scout had pulled us off the highway, our route scenic and slower by the coast. I wasn’t in the Midwest anymore, crystal clear water to my left and half naked bodies at the beach. I saw several clusters of bouncing tits playing volleyball.

As there were no complaints by me, I eased back, enjoying the view.

Stepsis’s tits sweated.

A constant drip between her double-Ds. It was something I’d noticed quite often behind my shades. Though, I’d tried not to.

Fuck, I need to taste her again.

She drove me wild already, and I had to admit, it’d be hard to play this cat and mouse game with her for long. My stepsister was fucking hot with her legs for days and thick thighs I could die between. A mere taste of her sweet pussy hardly had me in my right mind when I had her.

And then her smell.

Sweet, innocent. She played quite a show for me, acting all shy and shit. Her goddamn taste in hillbilly music only added to it, all eclectic like her sense of style and dress. She wore brown lace up boots and cargo shorts now like Dora the Explorer.

And what the fuck was up with her hair?

A dark braid draped long across her tits, one she twisted nervously between her fingers as she drove mile after mile. I could climb that thing like fucking Prince Charming to Rapunzel, but I was no goddamn prince. I hoped to be this girl’s fucking nightmare.

My phone buzzed.

Royal: Hey, cocksucker. You make it to campus yet?

Knight: Yeah, show us some palm trees and shit.

LJ: Just no tits. I got a girl now, you know. *wink emoji*

Yeah, I knew. My buddies back home all had women in their lives. Pretty goddamn awesome women, but women nonetheless. I liked them all, but currently, I was the only one of my brothers from other mothers who was single.

Royal: Jesus. Yeah, no fucking tits, please.

Knight: Right? SMDH. This ain’t fucking grade school no more. You always send tits. No tits.

Did I?