Billy returns home

Billy slinked through the front door, shoulders sagging, feeling humiliated. He had escaped setting off Karen’s anger, but at the cost of his ego. That bitchy milf thought he was a total wreckage, now. She truly believed that she had broken him down to nothing at all. And a part of him felt like she was right.

Perhaps worse, he still had to figure out what to do about Carly. He knew it wasn’t over with her - after getting a taste of dominating him during that sparring match, he knew she would be looking for more.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he passed by Anna on his way to his bedroom. Seeing his sorry state, her eyes lit up with glee, and her mouth curled into a smile.

“Uhhh, who kissed you on the forehead?” Anna laughed.

“Wh-What?” Billy stammered, turning around to face his giggling younger sister. She pointed a finger at her own forehead.

“I can see the lipstick print. She marked you,” Anna smiled. “Looks like someone left a kiss on your brain.”

Billy was mortified. Holy shit, Karen had left a lipstick print on his forehead? That smug milf must have really loved that sight, as Billy stumbled his way out of her front door, pants wet with cum from her touch.

Billy reached up and touched the dominant lipstick print on the center of his forehead, forcing a shudder out of his stunned body. Anna smirking, eagerly awaiting her big brother’s reply.

“Wh-Whatever. Shut up, nerd,” was the best reply Billy could give as he moved towards his room, Anna giggling behind him.

He hated the way Anna was disrespecting him ever since she knocked him out. Ever since he had been **** to lie, and pretend that she had always been his superior. Ever since he had surrendered the sibling rivalry, leaving her as the uncontested winner of it. The sibling champion.

Fuck. Where was his pride?

Billy flopped into bed, exhausted. Heather. Anna. Karen. Carly. Coach Lucy. So many women with the wrong idea about him. So many women who thought he was… Weak. Controllable. He had to fix it, but he had no idea where to start. No idea how he could get back to being his old self again. Get back to being respected.

His mom thought she was a better boxer than him after barely training. His sister thought she was a better EVERYTHING than him. Karen thought she’d completely muddled his brain, and ripped away his prodigal talent, before throwing him back to the wolves of his boxing club to get eaten alive. Carly thought she’d outgrown him, and was no doubt hungry to knock him out and prove it. And even Coach Lucy, his biggest supporter, was starting to worry about his slipping performances. How could he even begin to fix all of that?

His reputation was falling apart before his very eyes, and there was nothing he could do about it. It all felt so hopeless. It was while Billy grappled with all of these feelings, that his phone buzzed with a text notification…