Destroying His Reputation

The new day started beautifully. I woke up slowly with the feeling of something warm and wet on my cock. For a moment, I enjoyed the pleasant sensation of a tongue expertly exploring its head, then I lifted the blanket slightly. It was my bitch, working lazily but steadily on my scepter. She stopped and looked at me with those loving, adoring eyes. I placed my hand on her head and guided it down, signaling her to continue. I really couldn't think of her as my mother anymore. Little remained of that woman except her sexy body. While she took care of my morning erection, I started thinking about what to do next with my brother. I'd already ruined him for every girl. Hunter's days as a pussy slayer were over. But that wasn't enough for me. He had to suffer. A lot. After twenty minutes, I figured out how to send him to the next circle of his personal hell. I smiled and, with a groan of pleasure, fed my personal rag. She swallowed everything and licked me dry.

- What did I do to deserve that? - I asked, genuinely curious.

- You are my master. - she said, crawling out from under the blanket. - It is every bitch's duty to properly wake her master.

- Good girl. - I stroked her cheek.

She smiled with such pride that I almost burst out laughing. The woman who, just a week ago, had cut my allowance to zero for improperly folding the laundry, was now thrilled that she'd come up with the idea of waking me with a blowjob. My life had become a paradise and a comedy all at once. When we got up, I slapped her firm ass and sent her to the kitchen to make breakfast. In the meantime, I grabbed the phone and started typing the next change.

"After practice, when Hunter Knox opens his locker, an open package of steroids will accidentally fall out. Everyone present in the locker room who sees it will assume that Hunter didn't achieve his physique through hard work, but by doping himself with chemicals like a common loser. Hunter Knox will be aware of the truth."

I read it once more to be sure and pressed "send." Now all that was left was to wait for the results. I looked at the calendar. Today was Sunday. Tomorrow is school, and after that, Mr. Perfect has practice. I can't wait to see the results.

I got dressed and went downstairs. For breakfast, there were toast and tea. Nothing special. Only when my brother came downstairs did my day get much better. His face said it all. He was broken, devastated, furious, and completely disoriented. He didn't sit at the table with us. He took his plate and went to his room. Mom sighed heavily.

- I don't understand where I went wrong. - she said, disappointed in herself. - How could I have raised him to be such a liar and fraud with no manners?

- You were just a stupid bitch. - I shrugged. - The important thing is that you finally realized what huge mistakes you made."

- Thank you, master. - she smiled gratefully.