Punishing the Brats

“Bag number two,” he stated, panting. “God, what the hell did you bring, Sara?”

“You should know better than to ask a girl that,” she replied. She noticed that his forearms were glistening, and his veins were bulging, snaking all over.

“Right,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Probably a load of crap you won’t even use.”

“Probably,” Sara said, grinning wickedly at him. “Now, get on! There’s one more and I’ve loaded it with bricks.”

“So I’ll just drag it up the stairs then?” he asked, raising his eyebrows so that his green eyes became large with a daring stare.

“Of course not. You’d ruin the bag.”

* * *

Sara sat in the bathtub, feeling a nervous flutter in her belly. Her and Nick were going out to a local bar to meet some of his friends for dinner and drinks, and he had said that they were excited to meet her. Why were they excited though? What had he said about her? Had he really had so many good things to say? Or was there more to it?

A wave of paranoia crashed over her, and she shivered involuntarily in the tub. Though the water was warm, goose bumps sprang to life on her skin, and she felt a tingle in her body. A memory gushed into her mind.

It was four years ago, when she was a lot younger, and a lot more innocent. It was just her and Nick in the house - both her parents were out on their weekly dinner date. Nick had told her to stay in her room because he was having friends over, but it turned out to be just one friend, and she was definitely something more than just a friend.

Sara knew this because she had tiptoed out of her room to watch them from the top of the steps. She watched as the two shared a heated and urgent kiss on the sofa. She watched as the two began to undress, and as the girls generous upper half game into view, her thick and large nipples framed by wide, dark circles.

She had listened as the girl moaned and whimpered when her brother took each of her stiff buds into his mouth. Sara had gasped lightly, and had to stuff her hand into her mouth so that she would not be heard.

The girl sunk to her knees before Nick and began to pull down his jeans. Sara had felt the same nervousness then that she did now in the tub. When her step-brother’s vein-lined gristle game into view, her heart felt like it had stopped.

She had gotten up, turned, and ran back into her room, closing the door and flying under the covers.

And though a great number of emotions and feelings had cascaded through her mind that night, she came away with one that would stick with her for the next four years as an aching echo: She wanted her brother, and she knew that was wrong.

And as Sara drifted out of reverie and back into the present, she realized that the water in the tub had grown cooler. She brought the head of the shower beneath the water and turned it on, feeling the sprays of warmth across her body.

The tingle that she had felt during this memory transformed into an itch.

* * *

Sara knew she was drinking too much and too quickly, but she couldn’t help it. Not only had she recently turned eighteen, and thus had a whole new world opened up to her, she also felt nervous in the presence of Nick’s friends, all of whom seemed to know so much about her. She was at an utter disadvantage.

The bar was seething with young university kids. She’d only seen this kind of scene in the movies. People of all shapes, sizes, and races were packed into this one retro-styled bar with equally retro music. Smiles and laughter were seen and heard, and there were beau

tiful girls and pretty boys everywhere she looked.

University life, she thought to herself. This can’t be real! She laughed to herself, and Nick leaned into her.

“What are you laughing about, then?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said with a giggle. “Just, I think I’m a bit drunk. Also, there are so many people here! It’s like in the movies.”

“It’s Tuesday, Sara” he said. “Everything is half price. And don’t drink too much, yeah?”

“You’re such a buzz kill, Nick!”

As the night went on, Sara grew more and more comfortable with her brother’s friends. When she needed to go to the bathroom, she watched as Nick asked the only other girl in their group to take her.

“No,” Sara protested. “I’m fine, really.”

“You wouldn’t get two feet without some perv hitting on you,” Nick replied, his lips flattening into a severe line. “Go on, please?”

“Wow, you’re so protective of your sister!”