Bully Owns His Own Family - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Bully Owns His Own Family - Part 1

... Carl demands, his tone sharper than before. The festivities may be in full swing, but the undercurrent of intrigue demands answers. "And your cousin, Brian—what's the deal with him?"

Scottie, momentarily caught off guard by the intensity in Carl's voice, glances around as if ensuring no prying eyes or ears linger nearby. The air crackles with a mix of curiosity and suppressed tension.

"Jake?" Scottie begins cautiously, choosing her words with a hint of reluctance. "He's just... really into keeping things smooth with Brian. It's hard to explain."

Carl's frustration mounts, and he presses further, determined to unravel the enigma surrounding Brian and Jake. "Keeping things smooth? What does that even mean? And what's the deal with Brian that everyone seems so entangled with him?"

Scottie, torn between secrecy and a desire to confide, hesitates before responding. "Brian's got this hold on people. It's not just Jake—it's like this magnetic pull. He gets what he wants, and people just... comply."

Carl, grappling with a mixture of impatience and intrigue, pushes for clarity. "Comply with what? What does he want?"

Scottie, her gaze flickering with uncertainty, leans in closer. "It's hard to put into words. Brian likes loyalty, obedience. And people, for some reason, can't resist giving it to him."

His next question, laced with a directness that cuts through the festive veneer, confronts Scottie with a hypothetical scenario.

"Scottie, what if Brian asked ...

... you to break up with me or cheat on me with him? What would you do?" Carl's inquiry hangs in the air, the weight of the question adding a layer of tension to the already-charged atmosphere.

Scottie, momentarily caught off guard by the boldness of the question, stumbles over her words. "Well, you see, Brian probably would never ask for something like that," she begins, attempting to deflect the inquiry. Her response skirts the edge of the question, leaving Carl with a sense of evasion.

Unwilling to let the matter rest, Carl, with a determined expression, presses for a more direct answer. "Scottie, that's not what I asked. If he did ask, what would you do?"

Scottie, her gaze flickering with hesitation, attempts to choose her words carefully. "I... I can't imagine Brian asking for something like that. It's just not his style. But, you know, I'd never do anything to jeopardize what we have," she replies, her response cloaked in ambiguity.

"Can you promise me, Scottie, that I don't have to worry about anything like that happening between you and Brian?" Carl's plea carries a vulnerability, a desire for concrete assurance amid the swirling uncertainties.

Scottie, meeting Carl's gaze, senses the gravity of the moment. Without hesitation, she responds with a firm affirmation, seeking to assuage the apprehensions lingering in Carl's mind. "Yes, Carl, you don't have to worry about anything like that. I promise."

The party's buzzing, getting louder and more animated. ...