Sister Meets Bully

Eliza Michaels answered the door and was immediately bombarded with her brother’s crying face. He managed to ask her if he could stay at her place in between heaving sobs.

It took a lot of calming down and comforting, but she eventually discerned that their mother, the person that had raised them for some odd twenty and change years, had disowned him. She hadn’t even really given him a reason except for some nonsense about how he didn’t deserve to stay there anymore, that he was weak.

It didn’t make sense. Their mother loved them both equally. The person her brother was describing seemed like a stranger. Their mother would have never slapped her son across his face. Eliza could still see the faint red impression left by it on his cheek, and that more than anything made it seem realer than it otherwise would have.

She went to her bedroom and grabbed a blanket and gave it to her brother, wrapping him up in its warm embrace. He needed a lot of help right now, and she would have provided it, but she needed to get to the bottom of this. Eliza first tried calling her mother’s phone, but no answer; it went straight to voicemail, so she left a message telling her mom to call her back. Somehow she got the feeling that it wouldn’t be happening.

So she resolved herself. She told her brother she’d be back. She was going to check on their mom and set her right. Her brother sniffled but otherwise just looked despondently out towards the black screened television in front of him.

She spared him one last look before exiting her apartment and getting in her car. It was a short drive over, walkable even, but she wanted to get there fast.

From the outside, nothing looked different. Her old family home was the same as ever. She knocked on the door and when that didn’t work, rang the doorbell, but got no answer, so she used her spare key to enter. The lights were on, but she didn’t see her mom.

She called out, “Mom!”

“Eliza? Is that you? Sorry I didn’t hear you. Come on in.”

Her mom sounded relatively normal. Maybe her brother was making things up. But no, she remembered his face, his tears. No way this was all some sort of prank.

She walked further inside and saw her mother wearing nothing but some skimpy lingerie and cooking dinner.

“You should have called, dear. I would have prepared more food.”

Eliza huffed. “I did call. You didn’t answer.”

“Oh dear, I must have been busy. Sorry.”

“But more important, mom. What the hell did you say to John? And why are you cooking in your skivies”

“John? Oh you mean that worthless limp-dicked waste of space. I disowned him. And I’m dressed like this because Julius wants me to. He’s such a real man, not like your ex-brother. Oh, even saying his name gets me all hot and bothered.”

Eliza was flabbergasted. What the hell was going on?

“Are you taking ****?” she said, speaking the first thought that any made sense came to her.

“****? Of course not. I would never. I have to keep my body healthy and sexy for Julius. And for my new son.”

Her mother rubbed her belly. Eliza saw nothing, but she could put two and two together. Her mother had not only disowned her son for some man, she was having his kid as well.

“Stop this. Stop this right now. John’s your son. I’m your daughter. We’re your family. Fuck this Julius.”

Her mother gasped. “Eliza Autumn Michaels, I won’t have you taking that tone of voice with me in my household. Julius is to be respected. He’s a real man who has taken me and shown me what being a real woman is all about.”

“No. Mom. Shut up. You need to stop this. Where is this Julius?”

“Young lady, watch your words. I’m still your mother and I won’t have you speaking to me like that. To answer your question, Julius will be over any minute now. I was going to have dinner with him and then spread my moist cunt so he could fuck me afterwards.”

This wasn't her mother. That was the only explanation. Her mother didn’t speak like this, didn’t act like this.

The doorbell rang.

“Oh there he is now, wait right here.”

Her mother left a dazed Eliza in the kitchen. Eliza was having trouble comprehending what was going on, but she steeled herself. Grabbing a knife and holding it behind her back, she waited.

Shortly after, her mother returned with an average looking if somewhat built guy with his hand wrapped around her mother’s waist. Nothing too special. Nothing to disown your son over. She looked at him, and then he looked back at her and she she saw his yellow eyes. They had a glow about them, like a halo or something. They were so unusual, she couldn’t help but stare into them and try to figure out what was making them like that.

“Hey, cunt. You’re this bitches daughter, right?”

“Yes.” She was a cunt and her mother was a bitch. How could her bitch of a mother disown her son for this man?

“I hear you’ve been wondering why your mother disowned your brother. The answer’s simple. Your brother is a weakling, a worm. He deserves to be removed from the family tree.”

Her brain… she held a hand up to her head.

“No….” She took a step forward and raised the knife up. This… this man was messing with her.

“Whoa bitch, drop that knife.”

Her arm went limp and the knife clattered to the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing. You can’t hurt me. You don’t want to hurt me.”

She couldn’t touch him. Eliza wouldn’t resort to **** even if she could hurt him, which she couldn’t. He was too strong compared to her and would just overpower her. She could reason with him instead.

“I… don’t. But you have to stop this. It isn’t right.”

“It is right. I’m a real man and real men deserve to get all the bitches they want. Your mother’s a bitch. You’re a bitch. All bitches want to be owned by a real man.”

She was a bitch. A female dog in human form. He was a real man. So strong and commanding. Not like her wimp of a brother, or ex-brother. She needed him. She needed him to take her and make her his. Only a real man like him could own her mother and herself and make her mother disown their useless brother. It was only right. But still...

“I…”

“You’re still resisting? Wow, bitch, you really did a number on your daughter too. How could you raise two children so wrong? Apologize to your daughter.”

“Eliza, dear. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was filling your head with silly things like respecting women and that real men were pussies. But I was so wrong, and I’m so sorry for that. But we have Julius now. He was your brother’s bully actually. My idiot past self went to confront him, but he showed me the way, and now he’s showing you the way.”

“Yep. So how’s about it? Do you understand now the proper order of things? That you’re a cunt on legs whose only purpose is to fuck real men like myself.”

“I… do.” She was a cunt on legs. She needed him to fill her cunt. She dropped her pants and panties. “Fuck my cunt? Yes, that’s right.. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my cunt!”

“I would, but there’s still the question of your brother. How did he get in contact with you?”

“Him? That useless idiot waltzed into my apartment and tried to convince me something was wrong with my mom, but it was all his stupid ass’ problem. Gawd, I can’t believe I let him fool me.”

“Yeah that was pretty stupid of you, but don’t worry, you can remedy that when you get back.”

“You’re right. I’ll kick him out as soon as I get back. I can’t stand the thought of that shrimp fucking up my apartment.”

“Oh Eliza!” Her mother wrapped her arms around her waist. “I’m so glad you weren’t a lost cause like your brother.”

“Dumb woman can always learn their place. They’ve got enough brains for that at least. Now, strip. I want to see my new acquisition.”

Eliza gladly removed the rest of her clothes. She spun around and modeled for him and her mother, though the latter already knew what was lying beneath. He wolf whistled a few times, which set her heart beating fast. She was his and if he liked her, that meant she was fulfilling her purpose.

“Good, but it could be better. Put these on and smush your tits against your mother’s. I want to see you two together. You’re a package deal after all.”

He went over to the couch and picked up some lingerie. They were her size. Had he planned to acquire her all along and just hadn’t gotten around to it yet? The thought touched her. She had been desired even before she had known about it.

She took the underwear and put it on. After that, she and her mother lined up side to side. They pressed into each other, their tits squeezing into each other.

“Nice. It’s a shame your tits aren’t as big as your mothers’, but they’re still tits I guess.” Eliza felt a flush of shame. She wished her boobs were big enough to be as appealing as her mothers. She had thought they were big enough before, but now she suddenly considered plastic surgery. She’d ask him about it later after he was done admiring them together. She wouldn’t want to interrupt his enjoyment with a dumb question.

A timer started beeping in the kitchen.

Her mother bounced up on her feet. “Oh that’s dinner. It should be ready in a bit, but I need to finish preparing.”

“Well, get on it then, slut.” Julius smacked Eliza’s mother on the ass, prompting a giggle fit as her mother cat-walked over to the kitchen, making her ass sway at every step.

“Smacking a woman on the ass is the highest form of compliment a man can give her.” Oh. She wished he would smack her ass. But maybe she had to earn it, to be as good a woman as her mother was.

“Please, daddy. Smack me on the ass too.” She turned around and wiggled her derriere at him.

“You haven’t earned it yet.” She pouted, but he continued on. “Though I’m sure you will soon. A real slut whore like you can’t help but be the best bitch she can. You have a lot of making up to do for your fuckface of a brother annoying me after all.”

Her brother’s face popped up in her mind. She hated that dumb mug of his. How soft and weak it was. How he had apparently inconvenienced this hunk of a man in even the slightest way. How he had acted like he was a real man but really he was just a nothing no-one. She hated impostors like him.

But it was okay. She had a real man now, and she was going to do her best to please him with her whorish body in any way possible. Her mother was one step ahead of her, but she’d catch up in no time at all.