My Grinch Brother Fills My Pussy In My Office
T. A. BEAU
My Grinch Brother Fills My Pussy In My Office
T. A. BEAU
A Brother/Sister Erotica Short Story with humiliation.
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WORD COUNT: 3600 words
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Heath waltzes into the meeting room five minutes before it ends, looking like he couldn’t care less. The rest of the committee is already packing up, shuffling papers, and adjusting the chairs. I’m standing by the whiteboard, ticking off the last few things on our agenda. We’ve been working on this event for weeks, and a lot is riding on it, so I want to make sure everything is covered. But I knew, when I heard the door creak open, that it was my brother, and it made my mood sour.
“Good of you to join us,” I mutter, not even looking up from my notes.
Heath grins, his usual cocky smirk plastered on his face. He’s wearing his usual biker jacket and jeans with fingerless gloves, brushing his messy dark hair away from his face. I don’t know how someone can be both so effortlessly put together yet so goddamn annoying, but he manages it. He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed, clearly not in any rush to be anywhere else.
“Didn’t realize the meeting was still going,” he says, his voice sounding lazy. “I should’ve come a bit later.” He taps his fingers on the wood, his smile turning smug.
My eye twitches in irritation. I don’t even know why he agreed to join this committee in the first place. Well, that’s not entirely true. I know exactly why—because our parents nominated him without his input, and now he’s stuck here, frustrating the hell out of me. He shows up extremely late, leaves early, and always annoys me each time without doing anything. It has to be a skill.
“Alright, everyone,” I say a little too loudly, forcing a smile on my face and ignoring him. “I think that’s a wrap for today. Thanks for all the input, everyone. Don’t forget to email me your notes, and I’ll get the final draft of the event schedule out by tomorrow. Let’s make this the best Christmas celebration the town’s ever had, yeah?”
I give the room a cheery smile, and the last of the committee members start gathering their things, not so subtly glancing at Heath. They’re tired from the long meeting but still seem excited about the plans. A couple of them even stopped by me on their way out to say how glad they are to be part of the event this year and how they’re looking forward to the decorations, the holiday cheer, and the spirit of it all. And it fills me with joy knowing other people share the same sentiment about the holiday with me.
When the last person leaves, I shut the whiteboard with a little too much force, my happiness evaporating. I want to end this meeting on a positive note, but I can’t pretend my brother’s presence doesn’t mess with my focus. I give him a pointed look, and he boldly stares back with that stupid smile on his face.