Revenge For Chris's Sister (Epilogue to "Another Level of Bromance") - Sex Stories

Revenge For Chris's Sister (Epilogue to "Another Level of Bromance")

... when people commented on his status. We saw angry comments like “Fuck you, nigga. You’re a piece of shit and I hope you burn in hell!” And disappointed comments like “I really can’t believe you could do such a horrible thing. Why? Just why?” “Just goes to show,” said Kareem, looking up from the screen, “people are unpredictable nowadays. Never know what they might do.” Finally, my father went and let Tyson out of the closet. “Come to the computer so you can see what people have commented,” he said. As Tyson read everyone’s comments, he began crying again, seeing everyone he had pissed off, everyone he had let down by his horrible actions. “Now just let me do a couple more things,” said Dad, and he took screenshots of Tyson’s status and the comments and saved them to the hard drive. “I’ll be posting them on my page,” said Donna coldly, “so that everyone can still know what a piece of shit you are.” After that, Tyson deactivated his profile. “Are you ready to go now?” asked Dad. Tyson’s face was still covered in tears, and he could not bring himself to look at him, but ...

... he nodded. Cody and I gave him one last hard blow to the stomach each, and he doubled over in pain. I put my hand on his shoulder. “When you’re in there bent over and getting that tight pussy drilled,” I said in my soft, dangerous voice, “just think of us. Maybe then it won’t be so bad.” “Okay, let’s go,” said Dad, and he grabbed Tyson by the arm and led him to the door. “And don’t even think about trying to get away from me. It’ll be much worse for you if you do.” “Bye, Felicia!” said the rest of us in unison, quoting our favorite line from Friday . We all roared with laughter as Dad dragged Tyson out the door… Tyson was charged with sexual assault, assault on a female, and statutory rape. Guilty on all charges, he was sentenced to a minimum of 25 years. We all watched as he was led to the bus that would take him to the very same prison I was in. Just before he climbed onto the bus, he took one last apologetic look over at us, and we stared back at him with cold triumph on our faces, grinning at the thought of what was in store for him once he got inside those walls…