Hunter Appears

Before I could even think, I heard that same voice dripping with arrogance that had followed me for most of my life.

- What's up, wimp? - I heard Hunter's voice.

I turned and saw a mountain of meat walking down the sidewalk – my brother. As always, some chick was hanging off his arm. This time she had skin the color of fresh caramel, long dark hair down to her waist, and big tits lovingly wrapped around his arm. They stopped a few meters away from me.

- Look at him. - he laughed. - Would you even look at someone like that?

She turned her head and looked at me, then burst out laughing.

- You're kidding, right, sweetie? - she asked, amused by the question. - It's a miracle that Scaredy-cat hasn't run away already.

They both burst out laughing, like it was the funniest joke. I tightened my fingers around the phone. I was tempted to pay him back right then and there, but I knew I shouldn't rush. **** was like good liquor: it needed time. I gritted my teeth and headed home.

- See, baby? Scaredy-cat's already running away from us. - I heard my brother's mocking laugh.

I went inside and headed to my room. I sat down at my desk and slammed my fist against it in fury. My brother had humiliated me again.

I looked at the phone and started thinking. I could do so much. I could turn him into a doormat. I could humiliate him and make him remember what he used to be. Hell – I could turn him into a chick in love with me. On the other hand, I could focus on our mother. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to her big, juicy ass and the pair of balloons that had nursed me. Even though she was 45, she still looked better than most thirty-year-olds. Only an idiot could resist a mature MILF like that. I couldn't. And what I could do was turn her into a ****, a lover, a whore… Anything. The problem was, that wouldn't let me get proper **** on my brother. I wanted him to suffer. For his life to slowly fall apart.

The only question was, what change should I make to start his hell and my paradise?