A Summer to Remember

Amanda could see the anger flash in Brady's eyes and felt the tension in his body as he grabbed her, flipping so he was on top of her. She squirmed and fought to get away, but her brother was too strong and too heavy. Her pussy ached, dripping on his sheets, rubbing against it as she struggled underneath him.

"Brady." she whispered, his hands coming down to grab her ass. Gently, lightly, his hands caressed. All of a sudden, he got angry again. He smacked her ass hard, then again. The blows kept coming, and all he said was "I told you that you should have stopped." He kept spanking her, harder and harder, and she just moaned, her pussy gushing. She rubbed back and forth on the bed, hoping to get some relief. It was just too damn frustrating.

She slid her hand underneath her body, and started to rub her clit, hoping her brother wouldn't notice. Her moans were no longer those of protest, but of encouragement. "Oh fuck, Brady. This is so wrong." She was rubbing her tight little pussy, wishing her brother would just flip her over and fuck her silly.
 
Brady continued to spank his sister's ass as she squirmed beneath him, and each time he brought one of his hands down on her he left it there a little longer, just wanting to touch her ass, to squeeze it, caress it. He was so focused on spanking Amanda's ass that he was oblivious to the fact the she was no longer struggling to escape, only to satisfy herself.

When he had first mounted Amanda's back, her legs had been together but as she shifted beneath him, her legs parted and now as he looked down on her he could see her pussy. He could see that it was wet, dripping wet. He paused for a moment trying to understand what he was seeing, trying to make sense of it and of what he was doing. Then just as he was about to slide off of his sister's back and off the bed, he saw something else. She was rubbing her pussy. At some point during the struggle she had slipped her hand beneath her body, her hand down between her legs and she was touching herself. Amanda was getting off on Brady spanking her.

The realization might have paralyzed Brady with indecision or sent him flying off of the bed in a panic, but it didn't. He did react immediately though. Spinning around, he threw himself down onto her body, his chest pressed to her back, his mouth at her ear, and his swollen cock, which had once again worked its way free of his pajamas, pushed between her ass cheeks, like a hot dog in a bun.

"What do you want me to do, Amanda?" he asked with a harsh whisper, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say it!"
 
As he continued to spank his little sister, she continued to tease and rub her pussy. Her fingers were dripping with her juices. His spanks, touches, caresses;everything...felt so good that she thought she would burst into flames. "AHH!" she growled, a shiver going through her body as she rubbed her clit roughly.

Amanda moaned loudly as her brother's body covered hers, his cock pressed tight between her tingling, red ass cheeks. His mouth brushed against her ear as he hissed the question of all questions. Her answer could do so many things, could take them places they shouldn't go, or it could end it all. But instead, she chose to stay silent, continuuing to rub her wet, little pussy.

"Unnmmmm." she moaned out, pinching her clit, her middle finger sliding in and out, a second finger joining it quickly. She started to fuck herself hard and fast, her hips grinding into the bed, her head rolling to the side slightly, her hand pinching her nipple, "I think I'm gonna cum, Brady."
 
As Brady lay atop his sister's naked body, waiting for her to answer, he could see and hear all the things he'd missed while he was too angry to notice. The soft moans from her lips, the sensual movement of her body as she pleasured herself, the labored breathing. As he lay there, he realized that his hips were rocking slightly against Amanda's ass, grinding his cock between her ass cheeks, His lips hadn't left her ear after he whispered his question, instead they were kissing her ear softly, his tongue licking.

Her moans were growing louder, and Brady could tell by the movement of her body beneath him that she was still rubbing her pussy and yet, still she didn't answer him. Then another loud moan as she turned her head to the side. He saw her free hand move to her breast, pinching her nipple.

"I think I'm gonna cum, Brady."

Hearing his sister say those words seemed to push Brady over an edge. He sat up on her, straddling her hips, his throbbing cock still buried between her ass cheeks.

"Cum for me, Amanda," he said, not even sure why he said it. As he said it he spanked her right ass cheek. Then consumed with the desire he felt, Brady squeezed his sister's ass cheeks together around his cock and began to rock his hips forward and back, knowing that he was just a moment away from an orgasm of his own.
 
The feeling of her brother's tongue and lips on her ear had more of an effect than he could ever imagine. Just the fact that he wasn't disgusted that she was getting off by his form of punishment was enough for her. But he was participating now, pushing her further and further.

"Oh, God yes." she moaned out as he sat up, his cock tight between her perfect, tan ass cheeks. "Ohh. Oh my...Ohhh." she could barely speak, the beginning of an orgasm coming on quickly, starting at her thighs and spreading quickly.

"Cum for me, Amanda." Brady growled, spanking her ass cheek. As if on command, Amanda screamed out, starting to come, her body shaking as her pussy grabbed tightly at her fingers, convulsing around it, covering them in her girl cum. She pinched her clit tight with one hand, the other tight on her nipple, her ass rocking back and forth in a similar rhythm to the one her brother had going on with his own hips, his hands tight on her ass.

"BRADY!!!" she screamed out, her orgasm just building, as she continued to finger-fuck her sensitive, tight, wet pussy. "BRADY, FUCK!!!!!" she moaned, her clit sensitive as she rubbed it, starting to coming down from her orgasm.
 
Hearing his sister scream out in ecstasy, feeling her body tense and shake beneath him, only stoked the fire that was burning inside of Brady. He began to thrust his cock between her ass cheeks faster and more desperately, spanking her ass sporadically. Each moan from her, each whimper, just brought him closer and closer to his own orgasm as his fingers squeezed her ass tightly. He could feel Amanda begin to rock her hips, though whether it was in response to the presence of his cock against her ass, or a reaction to having her fingers buried inside of her cunt, he couldn't say.

"BRADY!!!" he heard her cry out with pleasure, "BRADY, FUCK!!!!!"

Brady felt the swollen head of his cock began to tingle, becoming super sensitive as his orgasm began to build. His balls, which were slapping dully against the bottom of Amanda's ass, seemed to twitch, then everything seemed to go white for a moment as a thunderous climax hit him full on.

"Uhhnnn...Amanda!!!" Thick, white cum sprayed from the end of his cock, splashing across his sister's back and into the crack of her ass, as Brady continued to rock forward and back.
 
Amanda groaned, her hand calming down, letting her sensitive pussy rest for a moment as she collapsed. Brady's orgasm had been so erotic, she wished she could have seen it. His cum was all over her back and in the soft crack of her ass, where his cock continued to slide back and forth, rubbing the cum into her skin.

"Jesus." she whispered under her breath. It hadn't quite set in yet, what had happened. She was basking in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm. She hadn't cum like that in quite a while. She knew she'd made the right choice, making herself cum. If she'd answered the question he'd asked with, "Fuck me." .......

Well. She could only imagine.

And that she did. Images of her brother having slammed into her filled her head. Or would he have flipped her over and taken her that way? Her body shivered with the thought. But then her mind came back with another thought. This was her brother. Her flesh and blood. Her sibling. Her brother had just cum on her body and watched her cum underneath him. They had crossed the line over and over since he'd gotten home, both unwilling to admit it, until now. There was no denying it now

"Brady?" she whispered
 
When the last tingle of pleasure finally faded from his body, and the last drop of his cum had spilled onto his sister's ass, Brady finally stopped rocking his hips back and forth. He tilted his head backward, his eyes closing as he revelled in the release that been so long coming. It had been building for hours, since the night before, perhaps since the moment he first walked into her room and saw her lying asleep on her bed. As he sat there, his breathing slowly returning to normal, Brady released the grip he had on Amanda's ass, though his hands still rested lightly on her cheeks.

"Brady?"

Hearing Amanda's voice, Brady opened his eyes and looked down on her. His cock was still pressed against her ass, and he could see the results of his orgasm. White drop after white drop covered the tan skin of her back, and a small pool of cum could be seen in the crack of her ass. Suddenly, as he stared down at her cum covered backside, the euphoria began to fade, replaced by the cold reality of the situation. They hadn't had sex, true. But they'd come so close, and what had happened wasn't much better at all.

Rolling off of Amanda's body, Brady collapsed onto his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he tried to find a way to rationalize what he'd done, what Amanda had done. "I-I don't know what to say, Amanda..."
 
Amanda lay on her stomach, not moving, as her brother rolled off of her, lying on his back next to her still body. He stared at the ceiling, saying nothing for what seemed like hours. Finally, he spoke, and she turned her head towards him,

"I-I don't know what to say, Amanda..."

She closed her eyes. She could feel her brother's cum drying on her ass and back. She leaned her body over, staying on her stomach, grabbing the t-shirt that lay on the floor by the bed. She rubbed it over her ass and back, wiping up the cum and dropping it back down on the floor. She pulled the sheet over her body, and scooted close to Brady.

He flinched as she rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing down his collarbone. "I know. Me either..." she paused, "but I love you. And I don't know if I've ever come that hard." she whispered in his ear, her tongue brushing his earlobe as her hand rested on his hip.
 
Brady layed there for what seemed like an eternity, trying to think of something else to say, something that would make sense, or hoping that Amanda would say something to let him know that he wasn't going crazy, that she didn't hate him. As the seconds ticked by, he cursed himself for not getting up and getting dressed or for not insisting that she put her clothes on, but he did neither. Instead, he lay there in the bed next to his sister's naked body, his limp dick still exposed.

He turned his head when he felt Amanda move, assuming she was probably getting up. Instead, he watched her pick up a tshirt and wipe his cum from her body. He cursed himself for not getting her a towel himself. Then he watched as she pulled the sheet over her body and curled up close to his body, her head on his shoulder. Realizing that she was probably feeling just as awkward as he was, just as vulnerable, he started to say something but just then she finally spoke...

"I know. Me either...but I love you. And I don't know if I've ever come that hard," her voice was soft in his ear. Brady felt goosebumps on his skin as her tongue brushed against his ear and her hand came to rest on his hip.

It wasn't what he was expecting her to say. Although, what exactly would have been the right thing to say under the circumstances was beyond him. The bottom line was he had to admire her honesty. Maybe in this situation, honesty was the only path left.

"I know what you mean," he muttered faintly. "I don't know that I've ever been so turned on. I guess because it was so...wrong. Sometimes doing something that we know we shouldn't do is more thrilling than doing what we know is right," he suggested.
 
Amanda felt terribly awkward, vulnerable, and somewhat alone, though her brother was right next to her in his bed. She trembled a little as he spoke to her again, afraid of what he might say. She hated that she didn't want to get up, didn't get dressed, that he was still naked and exposed. She hated that she wasn't angry or feeling terribly emotional about what had happened.

"I know. But it's not just that." she cupped his face gently, "I love you so much. You're the only guy I know I can trust, that would never hurt me...that will always be there for me. I feel such a bond with you. I always have. But sexually, I feel something insanely delicious." she grinned cautiously. She hoped she hadn't said too much.

Her grin was somewhat sincere, but she hoped that it did a good job of hiding how insecure and vulnerable she felt right at that moment, scared that he'd reject her, get up, say something mean, make fun of her...she knew that even if it didn't happen right at that moment, that Brady would eventually go back to the way he had been with her, and treat her just the same as always.
 
Brady turned his head as Amanda began to speak, looking into her eyes as she tried to explain what she was feeling. He listened intently, wanting to understand not only her feelings and motivations, but his own as well. He could see the uncharacteristic timidness in her eyes, and hear it in her voice. She was scared and vunlnerable and she was putting herself out there, opening up to her big brother. He admired her for her courage.

As she finished speaking, Brady lifted his hand up to his cheek, covering her hand reassuringly, "I love you, Amanda. I'll always love you, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what you need from me. And you're absolutely right when you say that you can trust me. I just hope I'm deserving of that trust. I wish I could say I'll never hurt you but the truth is sometimes we hurt the people we love, but I promise I won't ever hurt you on purpose. And if anything I do does hurt you, or make you uncomfortable, just say so."

Brady finally stopped speaking, feeling like he was rambling. He looked into his sister's eyes, hoping she believed him, hoping she understood how much he cared for her. He leaned toward her, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her. It was a soft kiss at first, soft but intense, but the longer his lips lingered on her mouth the harder the kiss became. His tongue slipped between her lips gently, searching for her tongue, touching briefly.

Then he broke away, once again looking into Amanda's eyes, "As for the rest...what happened last night...just now. I don't know where we go from here, but I know, even though I should, I don't regret it. I'm not ready to go back to where we were before last night." As he finished, Brady leaned down to kiss her again.
 
Amanda nodded as her brother spoke to her, drinking in his every word. She was truly listening, hearing everything he was saying to her. "Thank you." he leaned forward, kissing her softly, but the kiss got more and more intense; harder and deeper, until he finally pulled away, leaving them both out of breath.

"I know..." she started, but then he kissed her again, and she had nothing to say for several minutes. Somehow she had gotten on top of him, her hands wrapped up in his hair, her body rubbing into his...she was too aroused for her own good. She rolled off of him, panting a little bit. "Oh my God."

"I don't think this is a good idea. This. Us. You're my brother. You're supposed to be a jerk and tease me and I'm supposed to annoy you and get in your way...like a little cuntblocker or something. We're not supposed to fuck each other!" her eyes were full of tears, but she wasn't crying. It was obvious that she was emotionally conflicted. Her chest heaved as she got up, gathering her things. "I gotta go." she ran across the hall into her room and slammed the door behind her, bursting into tears.
 
Everything seemed to happen so quickly. One moment, Brady was talking to his sister, trying to assure her that he loved her and that everything between them was going to be okay, then he was kissing her mouth, his lips pressed to hers. Somehow the kiss became more, somehow Amanda ended up on top of Brady, her hands locked in his hair, his hands roaming across her naked flesh. Just as he slid one hand down her back to her ass, pulling her hips into his, she pulled away, rolling off of him.

"I don't think this is a good idea. This. Us. You're my brother. You're supposed to be a jerk and tease me and I'm supposed to annoy you and get in your way...like a little cuntblocker or something. We're not supposed to fuck each other!"

Brady didn't know what to say. She was right, and yet he couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't rolled off of him when she did, just how close they would have come to fucking each other. Would they have stopped this time?

"I gotta go," he heard Amanda say just as he sat up in the bed. He reached for her to try to stop her from leaving, but she slipped away, tears filling her eyes, beginning to spill down her cheeks as she pulled the door closed behind her.

"Fuck!" Brady shouted, slapping his hand down on the mattress in frustration. "I've really fucked up this time," he muttered to himself as he stood. He stared at the door, contemplating whether he should go after his sister. After a few moments he finally decided that he should give her some space.

After pulling some clothes from his luggage, he stepped into the bathroom to take a shower, hoping that a few moments of peace might help him clear his head.
 
Amanda couldn't believe all of what they had gotten into. Her brother and she had almost...had sex.

She shook her head. She'd cum on his bed. Twice. Three times? Who knew! She was mortified, embarrassed, insecure, afraid, aroused...everything all at once. She couldn't handle it. There were way too many thoughts running through her head.

She heard her brother leave his room and enter the bathroom, the shower turning on almost immediately. "Thank God. He can jerk it in there." she muttered to herself. She grabbed her phone and she sniffled as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"Hello? Come get me."

Fifteen minutes later, she was dressed and had her hair and make-up done. She left no note for Brady, no text, no sign that she'd gone. She didn't care right now, though she knew he'd call her once he realized she was gone.

She jumped into the car and kissed her boyfriend hello softly.

"Hey babe, how was seeing your brother?" he smiled at her, looking into her eyes sweetly.

"I wanna blow you. Drive."
 
Brady stayed in the shower longer than he had planned, letting the torrent of water crash down over his head and shoulders, as if he were trying to drown the thoughts from his mind. Unfortunately, it wasn't working. His thoughts swirled from one extreme to the next, punctuated by a series of four letter words. He cursed himself for letting Amanda sleep in his bed, cursed himself for not going downstairs and sleeping on the couch, cursed himself for getting caught up in the crazyness of the night, for holding her, kissing her...

He shuddered as he thought about just how far things had gone, how out of control they'd gotten. He cursed his sister too. He had more than enough anger and frustration to go around afterall. He wasn't entirely sure why he was pissed at her, but that didn't stop him from feeling that way. It's not like anyone made her sleep in my bed. And did she really have to fuck herself with her dildo in my bed, knowing that I could walk in at any moment? Couldn't she have gone back to her own bed after that? And why did she have to take her shirt off before curling up next to him to go to sleep? Didn't she understand what that might do to him?

By the time Brady was showered and dressed he was in a nasty mood. He grabbed his car keys, his wallet and his cellphone and slipped out of the house without even speaking to Amanda. He needed to get out of the house. He needed to put what happened behind him. To move on somehow.

As he drove somewhat aimlessly, Brady tried to reach a couple of his old high school friends, but couldn't get anything but voicemail. He considered going to a movie but he wasn't in the mood to sit still. He even considered going to a strip club, but it was still too early in the day for that. Finally, he remembered something Amanda had mentioned the night before, or rather, someone she had mentioned. It took him a moment to find his old girlfriend's phone number, but he found it, and a few moments she picked up.

"Brady? Is that you?" Serena said, obviously surprised to see his name on her caller ID.

"It's me," he said, smiling. "I'm in town, thought you might want to get together?"

"Oh really?" Serena responded, a hint of suggestion in her voice. "When?"

"What are you doing right now?" Brady asked.

"Nothing," she replied.

"How bout I come by your place and pick you up?" he suggested. "We can grab some lunch, then maybe go back to my parent's house and hang out."

"Hmm. Yeah, I guess so," Serena answered, sounding a little unsure.

"Did I mention my parents are out of town?"

"No you didn't," she said quickly. "That changes everything. What time will you be here? Wait, what about your bitchy little sister?"

"Don't worry about Amanda," he replied. "It's a big house. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Okay, cya in a few, Brady Bear," Serena said sweetly.

"Oh, and Serena?"

"Yes, Brady?"

"Don't bother wearing underwear," Brady said.

"Do I ever, lover?" Serena responded with a giggle.
 
Amanda kissed Evan's neck, nibbling his collarbone and ear, breathing hard in his ear as she rubbed herself through her panties. For several minutes, they drove around, with her teasing him, getting him really hard in his pants with her kisses and her hand on his inner thigh.

She was about to take his cock out when her phone rang. "Kill it, baby girl."

"One sec." Of course, the one time she wanted him right away, she had to take a long phone call. But it was from her mom, and she had to talk to her. The phone call went on for at least fifteen minutes, before her mom finally said bye. The whole time, Amanda traced her fingertips up and down Evan's length, not allowing him to get soft.

Finally, she hung up and Evan groaned, slapping her hard on the thigh. "AHH!" she squealed. "What was that for?"

"Taking a phone call and teasing me the whole time. Suck my dick now, Amanda." She managed to get Evan's pants unbuckled, and she worked them down enough to get his cock out of his boxers. It popped up, slapping her lightly on the cheek. He looked down in time to see it, and groaned, stroking the side of her face and hair. "God, Amanda. Gimme a kiss, beautiful."

Amanda wrapped her lips around Evan, teasing him for no longer than a second, kissing and licking the head of his cock, before starting to slide her mouth up and down, her eyes closed in pleasure. Evan took one of his hands and wrapped it up in her hair, so he could see. He tugged at it, causing her to moan loudly, sending vibrations through his rock hard cock.

"Mmm Br-Evan." she caught herself before saying her brother's name, and was about to pull off and explain, when she looked up and caught the look on Evan's face. Of course he hadn't noticed, her mouth was full of cock. She had just mumbled. But she was mortified that she had even thought about her brother in a moment of passion like this.

Her hand cupped his balls as he tried to stay on the road. Her ass was up in the air, and a couple of people driving by honked as she kept sucking Evan's dick, rolling her tongue around the head, bobbing on him, barely managing not to choke on his length.

"Fuck, Ima cum, baby." he groaned, grabbing her head and forcing her all the way down, cumming down her throat. He waited until he felt her throat constrict on his cock as she swallowed it all before he released her hair. She groaned and sat back in her seat, sliding her hand into her panties, whimpering.

Evan kept driving for a few minutes, before finally pulling over to the side of the road. "I gotta take care of you, sweetie." he grinned, sliding his hand up her smooth thigh as he kissed her neck.

"BRINGBRINGBRING." his annoying ring tone went off loudly in his pocket.

"Ignore it." she moaned softly,

"I can't, I can't. Hello?" he said, answering his phone, pushing her mouth away from his neck. "Yeah, fuck! Are you serious? Fuck. I'll be there in a second." he hung up. "I'm sorry, love. I'll make it up to you. Gotta get you home."
 
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When Brady pulled up outside of his ex-girlfriend's house, she was standing in the driveway waiting for him, dressed in a tight red sweater, and a short brown skirt. She looked very good, even better than the last time he'd seen her. As his car came to a stop, Serena walked over and opened the passenger door, slipping in beside him.

"You look good," Brady said as he leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Damn good."

"Thanks, Brady Bear," she said in her little girl voice. "I've missed you," she added as she slipped her hand across to his lap, rubbing his cock through his pants. "How bout we skip lunch and just go back to your place? We can always eat after," Serena said, giving his cock a squeeze as she lifted the front of her skirt up just enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"You read my mind," Brady agreed, shifting the car into reverse.

Thirty minutes later they were walking through the front door of his parents' house. Before Brady could even toss his keys down, Serena turned and pressed him against the door, kissing his neck, her hand slipping down the front of his pants. He didn't resist. This was what he wanted. This was what he needed to get his mind off of his sister.

Serena started to drop to her knees in front of him, but Brady stopped her, not knowing whether Amanda was home or not. "Let's go up to my room," he said kissing her firmly, feeling her tongue eagerly shoot into his mouth.

Moments later they were in his bedroom, on the bed, kissing, slowly undressing one another. As Serena rolled on top of him, Brady began to pull her sweater up and off, revealing her big, full breasts. Seeing her bare chest, he immediately had a flash of memory, a memory of that moment when Amanda had set up and pulled her shirt off in the middle of the night. Damnit! Why can't I get her out of my head?

Serena had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it enthusiastically as he started to suck on one of her tits. He could feel her nipples harden, but in his mind it was Amanda's nipples. In his mind it was Amanda stroking his cock. Fuck!

Frustrated, Brady rolled over on top of Serena and slid down between her legs, burying his face in her pussy, as his hands groped her tits roughly.
 
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Amanda saw her brother's car in the driveway as Evan pulled up next to the house instead of in front of it, as they'd gotten in the habit of doing when they'd been sneaking around. He kissed her cheek and rubbed her thigh. "I love you, baby girl."

"Love you too, Ev. But now I gotta go touch myself." she got out of the car, flashing him as she did. "See ya." she walked slowly up to the house, as quietly as she could. She knew her brother was home and didn't want to piss him off. As she entered the house and shut the door silently behind her, she realized she really needed to talk to him. It didn't matter what he had to say about it, she was going to speak her mind. Without crying.

She tiptoed up the steps and threw open his door.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" she yelled. "You fucking whore." Normally in this situation, anyone would have just walked out, apologizing and blushing. But not Amanda. Not with this bitch. Amanda hated Serena. "Okay, yeah. This isn't working for me." she could see Serena's pussy juices on Brady's face, see them on her thighs...she could see how hard her nipples were and how hard Brady was.

And for a second, she forgot about Serena, and could only think about how sad it made her that her brother was hard from another woman. She wanted him to be hard from HER touch only.

Amanda shuddered, pushing that thought away. "Get dressed, you fucking skank. You hurt my brother and you fucking come in here and try to hook up with him? We all know you have a fucking boyfriend." Amanda was seething, her nails pressing hard into her palms.
 
Brady’s tongue flicked against Serena’s clit as she moaned repeatedly, her fingers gripping his hair tightly. He could still remember the sound of Amanda’s soft moans as she curled close to him in the bed, or the loud whimpers of ecstasy as he’d spanked her ass. He felt his cock throb at the thought of being between his sister’s legs, licking her pussy, hearing her cry out that she was going to cum. He was so intent that the bang of the door against the wall as it slung open didn’t even register to him.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" For a split second, Brady thought it was Serena who had screamed out, but he felt her pull away from him, and looked up to see his sister standing in the doorway, the expression on her face a mixture of shock and rage.

Everything happened in a blur, Amanda stepped into the room, yelling at Serena, who flew off the bed her face flushed as she tried to cover herself. At the same time, Brady stood and fumbled to get his cock back into his pants and zip up, his emotions flaring from embarrassment, to anger in a split second.

"Get dressed, you fucking skank. You hurt my brother and you fucking come in here and try to hook up with him? We all know you have a fucking boyfriend."

Hearing Amanda’s accusation about a boyfriend, Brady glanced at Serena, who returned the look, shrugging her shoulders in response. When she finished pulling her clothes back on, Serena grabbed her shoes in her hand and with an angry stare at Amanda, she walked slowly over to Brady and kissed him, her free hand grabbing the bulge in his pants. “Call me again, Brady Bear,” she said with a wicked smile, “When the little bitch isn’t home.” Brady didn’t react as Serena turned and walked out of the room, brushing past Amanda without another word.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Brady finally said, his teeth clenched together as he took a step toward his sister.
 
Amanda watched in disgust and rage as Serena kissed Brady lovingly, grabbing his cock through his pants, telling him to call her when "the little bitch" wasn't home. As Serena walked out and brushed past her, she yanked at her hair. Serena squeaked and kept walking, down the stairs and out the front door.

"What the fuck is your problem?" his voice raised as he stepped towards her. She stepped back, her eyes widening as she could see his muscles were tense. He was obviously angry and aroused. She'd essentially just cock blocked him, even if she didn't feel bad about it, he did!

"Why the fuck are you hooking up with her? She's probably dirty, Brady. She's slept with half the town!"
 
Brady knew that Amanda was right about Serena. She was bad news, even more so if she really did have a boyfriend. But, for some reason, knowing that his sister was right didn't make him any less angry. If anything, it made him even more pissed; pissed because it was Amanda that had pushed him into his ex-girlfriend's arms to begin with.

"Maybe it's none of your business," he said, his rage evident in his voice as he took another step toward Amanda, his hands clenched into fists. "Maybe fucking her is what I needed. But you just couldn't handle that could you? It has to be about what Amanda wants, right?"

As Brady moved closer to his sister, he struggled to control the anger he felt; anger fueled by the embarrassment he felt, by the unsated desire, perhaps most of all, fueled by the confusion he felt when he looked at her. He wanted to reach out and slap her across the face, and yet at the same time, he wanted to reach out and rip her shirt off and press his mouth to her tits.

"Like Evan's any better? Are you really stupid enough to think he's content to sit around and wait until you're ready to give it up?" Brady felt a twinge of regret the moment he sad it. The truth was, he barely knew Evan, and he certainly had no reason to think he was cheating on Amanda. He just wanted to lash out, to hurt her.
 
"IT IS ABOUT WHAT AMANDA WANTS WHEN THE GIRL YOU HAVE OVER IS LIKELY TO HAVE AN STD!" she took a deep breath, "And when the girl you have over fucked you over hard, and I had to sit around while you moped and talked shit all day, never getting over her, it IS FUCKING ABOUT WHAT I WANT. I want you to be fucking happy!" The anger in her voice was evident, and despite her tone and volume, she meant it.

He stepped closer to her and she had nowhere to go, she was backed against the wall. "You are such a douche, saying I couldn't handle it. You know this isn't about me. This is about you. Stop being a horny, insecure little fuck."

Amanda felt like she'd been slapped in the face. She had no words to say. She opened her mouth and nothing came out. She couldn't believe he'd went there, "I...how...how fucking DARE you!" she hit him hard in the chest with her fists, tears lurking in her eyes. "Evan would never cheat on me and we are HAPPY. He likes being close to me and for your information, I am not a prude just because I am a fucking VIIIRGIN!" she squealed, starting to cry, mixing tears with anger.

"I HATE YOU!" she cried.
 
Brady wasn't really surprised by Amanda's reaction. He had wanted to hurt her and he'd succeeded. For a split second he regretted what he said about her boyfriend; he didn't like seeing her cry and his brotherly instincts started to kick in. Then she told him that she hated him. It stung to hear her say it. In the back of his mind, Brady knew that Amanda was just saying it because she was upset, but somehow that didn't matter. It hurt too much to hear, and in an instant his concern and regret turned back to anger and frustration.

"It sure didn't seem like you hated me last night!" he yelled one hand grabbing her just below her neck and pressing her against the wall. It came out without any forethought and immediately he felt guilty, not because he'd brought it up, but because he knew he was just as responsible for the events of the previous night as Amanda was.

Brady turned away from his sister, taking several steps toward the bed, leaving her there against the wall. His hands were shaking with rage, adrenalin pumping through his body. Finally he sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands. "You got what you want, okay? She's gone and I'm once again left feeling like a piece of shit. Can we leave it at that for now? If you want to yell at me some more, or tell me more about how you hate me, let's do it later."
 
When Brady brought up the night before, using it as fuel for the fire of their fight, she was raging inside. She felt like striking him, she felt like yelling, but all of a sudden, she couldn't do either. He was holding her against the wall with his hand against her upper chest. She scraped at his hand with her fingernails, but he didn't budge. His rage was still obvious, as he got right in her face.

But when Brady turned away, she could see him shaking and see that he was trying not to be more angry with her. Suddenly he sat down, putting his face between her hands. She groaned to herself as she listened to him, "But Brady...That's not what I want." she sat down next to him, even though she could feel the anger coming off his body.

"Brady, she called you fucking "Brady Bear." Even me, your annoying little sister has never called you that. That's obnoxious." she took a deep breath, "I won't yell at you anymore now, but c'mon, Serena? Why her? I'd have preferred you go out to a bar if you really wanted to get laid. Why would you be so fucking STUPID? You're such a fucking IDIOT." she had started out meaning to console him and make him laugh, but somehow she found herself getting angry again.
 
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