Call me Mistress: My bully stepbrother 2 📸

The director finally yelled “Cut!” and the bright studio lights suddenly felt blinding.

My body was still buzzing, thighs shaky, pussy pulsing from that last intense ride. Brian looked wrecked — chest heaving, face flushed, cock still rock hard and angry.

“Excellent work, you two! That raw energy was perfect,” the director said, clapping his hands. “We’ll cut and send payments tonight.”

Brian didn’t wait a second. He shoved me off him, stood up, and started grabbing his clothes like the bed was on fire.

He didn’t look at me, didn’t say shit to the crew. Just pulled on his sweatpants and hoodie and stormed out the door, slamming it hard behind him.

I sat there for a moment, catching my breath, still naked and dripping.

A weird mix of satisfaction and nerves settled in my stomach. I finally got to turn the tables on that bully… but now I had to face him outside the studio.

I cleaned up quickly, got dressed, collected my cash, and headed out.

Brian was already in his car in the parking lot, engine running.

He didn’t even glance at me when I opened the passenger door and got in. The silence was thick as fuck as he pulled out of the lot.

For almost fifteen minutes, neither of us spoke. Just the sound of the road and the tension sitting between us like a living thing.

Then he finally broke it, voice low and rough.

“You’re fucking insane, you know that?” he muttered, eyes locked on the road. “Pulling that Mistress shit on me… slapping me… fucking my ass on camera. You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

I turned to look at him, still riding the high. “Yeah. I did. After all the years you’ve called me plain, made me feel like shit in my own house… it felt good putting you in your place for once.”

He let out a bitter laugh, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Don’t get too comfortable. This doesn’t change anything. You’re still the same girl I can’t stand.”

I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh. He tensed but didn’t push me away. I could feel his cock still half-hard under his sweatpants.

“Yet your dick was leaking the whole time I was riding you,” I said softly. “And when I fucked you with the strap-on… you were moaning like you hated how much you liked it.”

“Shut up,” he growled, but his cock twitched under my palm.

We pulled up to the house just as it was getting dark. Mom’s car was already parked. She was home.

Brian killed the engine and turned to me, eyes dark.

“This stays between us,” he said quietly, almost a warning. “Nobody finds out what we did today. Especially not at home.”

I nodded. “Obviously. I don’t want them knowing either.”

We got out of the car and walked inside like normal siblings who barely tolerated each other. Mom called out from the living room the moment the door closed.

“You two are back together? That’s nice,” she said, smiling. “Dinner’s almost ready. Your dad just got home too.”

Brian didn’t even look at me. He just went upstairs to change. I did the same, quickly washing up and throwing on a loose t-shirt and shorts. My body was still sore in the best way, but my mind wouldn’t calm down.

At the dining table, Dad was already sitting, looking serious. He waited until we all had food on our plates before clearing his throat.

“So… I have some news,” he said, looking mostly at Brian. “I spoke with my old friend in the military recruitment office today. They’re looking for strong young men like you, Brian. I put in a good word. You’ve been drifting too long — this will give you structure, discipline, and a real future. You start basic training in three weeks.”

Brian froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. “What?”

Mom looked excited. “It’s a great opportunity, honey. Your dad and I think it’ll be good for you.”

Brian’s jaw tightened. He glanced at me for half a second, eyes full of something dark, then looked back at Dad. “I’ll think about it.”

The rest of dinner was quiet. Brian barely ate. I kept stealing glances at him, my pussy still faintly throbbing every time I remembered how he looked under me earlier.

After dinner, Mom and Dad went to watch TV in the living room. I went to my room, heart beating fast. I knew he would come.

It was past 11 when my door opened quietly. Brian slipped in and locked it behind him. He was shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide how hard he already was.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just walked straight to my bed, grabbed me by the throat and pushed me down on my back.

“You think today was cute?” he whispered harshly, climbing on top of me. “Humiliating me in front of all those people? Making me call you Mistress? Fucking my ass like I’m your bitch?”

His hand tightened around my neck just enough to make me gasp. I could feel his cock pressing hard against my thigh through his sweatpants.

I smiled up at him, even though my heart was racing. “You came anyway. So I guess you liked it.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled.

He yanked my shorts down roughly, not even bothering to take them all the way off. In one move he shoved my legs apart and thrust into me hard, burying his thick cock deep in one stroke.

“Fuuuck…” I moaned, gripping his shoulders.

Brian didn’t go slow. He fucked me hard and angry, hips slamming against me like he was trying to punish me. The bed creaked quietly with every powerful thrust.

“This is payback, you little slut,” he panted against my ear, one hand still around my throat while the other pinned my wrist above my head. “You think you own me now? I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you before I leave for training.”

Every deep stroke made me see stars. He was so rough, so full of hate and lust at the same time. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Harder, bully,” I whispered, biting my lip. “Show me how much you hated it today.”

Brian’s eyes darkened. He flipped me onto my stomach suddenly, pulled my ass up and slammed back inside me from behind. His hand came down hard on my ass with a loud smack.

“Quiet,” he warned, fucking me even deeper. “You don’t get to talk shit anymore.”

I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my moans as he pounded me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled my room. He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly, making my legs shake.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled. “Still dripping for the guy you claim to hate.”

I came hard, biting the pillow to stop myself from crying out.

My pussy clenched tight around him, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through it, chasing his own release.

When he finally came, he buried himself deep and groaned low, filling me up with hot spurts. He stayed inside me for a moment, breathing heavy against my back.

Then he pulled out, stood up and fixed his sweatpants.

“This doesn’t mean shit,” he said quietly, looking down at me. “You’re still plain. And I still can’t stand you.”

He turned and quietly left my room, closing the door behind him.

I lay there, leaking his cum, body satisfied but mind spinning.

This was only the beginning.