My Bully wants my sister [MF] [Voy]

**Chapter-1: Her number**

It was back in high school. Senior high. You see, I had this bully. Let’s call him Mark. He had been bullying me since forever. He was ofcourse, a year older but still hung out at school to practice football.

It was that day, when he beat me up again on the field, hitting the ball straight at my head, while the whole team laughed. The principal asked me about it. So did the nurse, but I was not gonna snitch. That would only make it worse.

Anyway, school called my mom, because they thought I was in no position to go home myself.
But mom must have been busy, and sent my older sister, Heather,instead. She entered the room I was in and asked what happened. “Sports injury” I told her. “You? Sports?” She said and asked me to pick up my bag, and we started to leave.

And just as we were getting out, we passed the field, as I saw Mark. There was a surprise in his face. I glanced at him, but this time, he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at her. His eyes started at her heels. And then her legs, to the jean shorts she wore, before moving on to her thin strapped top. Finally her straight, dirty blonde hair.

The next day, again, I was sitting in the cafeteria. And suddenly, he slid in, sitting next to me, his hand around my shoulders.

He had a big smile plastered on his face. “Who was that hottie who picked you up yesterday?”, he asked.

“What?” I asked.

“You deaf?” He said. “The hottie, Thin legs, bubble butt” he added casually.

“That’s my sister!” I said, a hint of anger.

“Her number?” He asked again, as if it was nothing.

“What?” I said again, my heart loud as anything.

“Her digits. Her phone number. You dumbfuck” He said.

I stayed quiet, hoping he would just leave.

“Listen, you little shit” he tore a page off my book, and pointed at it.

My hands were shaking as I wrote the number down. “That was smart. You may be of use after all” He winked at me. “I’ll keep you posted”

**Chapter 2: Bait**

That day, I got back home. And my sister came to my room and asked me if I knew someone named Mark.

“Why?” I asked her.

“No reason. Just got a message from him”

I was about to tell her to not talk to him, but then I got a message.

*Make sure she keeps replying…or- Mark*

My eyes widened. “Yes. He was one of my seniors. But he still plays football there” I reply.

“Okay. He just said something weird. He said the team was bullying you. And it could have been a lot worse if he didn’t get there in time. He was just concerned about you and wanted to know if you were doing okay. He also said he talked to you in the cafetaria today. That you said you were alright but he reached out to me because he wanted to hear it from someone who wasn’t you. I mean, that’s really sweet, that you have someone to look out for you like that” she said. I just heard her without saying anything.

A week passed and nothing happened. Mark left me alone not saying anything. I noticed my sister was on her phone a lot more, and I couldn’t ask of course.

Two more weeks passed. And like that day, he slided next to me. “Dude. I need a favour” he said. He was much more friendly, but still threatening enough.

“Just need you to meet me at the alley behind school” he told me. “Be there” he added seriously. And left.

I was there when I saw him standing there, talking to someone animatedly.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Oh that was Heather. I just told her that the team cornered you in an alley. That you called me to save you and I’m heading here. She will be here in five minutes too. Listen to this very carefully now, okay? I want you to hit me, in my face, as hard as you can okay? ”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because saving you from six people would mean some injuries, you dumbfuck” he said. “Now hit me”

I punched him and he laughed. “That’s the best you got?” He added. “Come on!”

And then I punched him four times, and he ripped off his shirt before she arrived.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” She ran from her car. “Yes I’m fine” I replied.

“What happened?” She asked.

“It was the team. They cornered me. Lucky that he was here” I pointed at Mark.

“You’re hurt!” She said to him. “Come on. Let’s get home so I can stitch you up”

Once we were home, she asked me if I was alright again, before telling me to go to my room. I nodded.

But my curiousity got the best of me. I came back and saw them going to her room and sit on her bed, where she was nursing him. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but she leaned in, and kissed him. Not the other way around. I was careful to not be seen. He pulled back, obviously planned by him.

And then I watched them kiss for a lot longer. A lot longer. And then something else happened. Something unexpected. I got hard. Looking at it.
They broke their kiss though, and nothing else happened.

To be continued!

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