*Legendary* Chapter 7
"What the fffffffffffffuuuuuuckkkkk..." Taylor spoke with a disgusted grimace on his face.
Zac scrambled to pull his pants up while Kendra reorganized herself.
"Tay! This isn't what you think... I mean she... we were just..." She said, attempting to put together some sort of excuse but failing miserably.
"Yeah, yeah. You fucking slut. It's not what I think. It's not you fucking my LITTLE BROTHER!" He screamed back.
"Leave her alone Tay. Jesus Christ, you were in the other room boning some chick you don't even know!" Zac replied.
Taylor smirked and chuckled bitterly before winding up and punching his brother square in the face. Zac tumbled backward, his arms flailing in the air for balance. He hit his dresser with a hard thud, his anger rising up as he touched lip. He looked down at the blood on his fingers before returning his angry stare to Taylor.
Kendra watched in horror as Zac let out a rageful shout that sounded something like 'youmotherfuckingbitch!' and sprang full speed toward Taylor. He flew at his brother and hit him so hard they both hit the floor in the hallway. Zac pummeled him with his fists until Taylor in his own fury managed to flip him over and began a similar assault.
By the time Kendra had gotten herself together and out of the room there was a crowd forming in the upstairs hallway, a few people yelling, "Yeah!" and "Fuck him up!"
After what seemed like an eternity, but what was really only a mintue or so, Isaac came running up the stairs, his eyes bludging from his sockets at the scene in front him. His brothers were beating the shit out of eachother.
"Fuck you guys! Break it up!" He yelled, fighting his way through the people cheering them on.
He knew he'd never be able to control Zac, so he reached for Taylor's collar and yanked him off of his brother. Taylor fought Isaac for a moment before Ike shoved him into his room and shut the door. Zac jumped to his feet and made an attempt to follow but his older brother grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a rough shake.
"Chill the fuck out man, do you hear me? Chill-the-fuck-out." He said sternly.
Still breathing heavily from the altercation Zac pushed passed Isaac down the stairs and out the back door. He sat down on the porch steps and attempted to calm his nerves when he heard her call out to him.
"Zac?"
He looked up and that's when he saw her. Ali was walking up the pathway looking a little startled by his appearance, his lip cut open and bleeding, his hair tousled.
"Are you alright?" She asked with concern.
He chuckled at the irony of it all. He thought she'd stood him up. He'd doused her with a foul smelling stink bomb in school in front of everyone. Yet here she was, looking like an angel in the night.
"I'm better now." He smiled, sliding over so she could sit with him.
She sauntered over and sat close to him, so their hips were touching. "Were you in a fight?" She questioned with concern.
Zachary sighed, wondering how in the hell he was going to explain to her that his brother had attacked him because he'd fucked his girlfriend after playing a very rousing game called "Are You Shy."
"Kind of." Was all he replied.
Her pulse began to quicken. He looked so rugged sitting there, the testosterone flowing through his veins. There was a thin layer of sweat glistening on his brow and she could smell the beer coming from his breath. She thought he looked different now than he had in school... older... sexier. She'd been crushing on him before, but now she felt as though she had to reach out and touch him or she might go insane.
She resisted the urge to throw her arms around him and press her body to his. Instead she slowly reached up and touched his lip, letting her finger lightly linger on the plump flesh.
"Looks like it hurts..." She began, examining his eyes to see what his reaction would be.
Zac looked down at her hand touching his bottom lip and felt the familiar rush of blood to his cock. He grabbed her fingers quickly so she couldn't pull away. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around her finger tip. He sucked at it, let his tongue tease it, nipped it with his teeth. He watched as the breath hitched in her chest and she let out a quiety, shakey moan. She closed her eyes and knit her eyebrows as though she were experiencing some sort of excruciating torture. His lips were warm and soft, his tongue so smooth as it teased and trailed along her skin. She thought she would die.
Finally he let her hand fall from his mouth. "I bet you could make me feel better."
Zac scrambled to pull his pants up while Kendra reorganized herself.
"Tay! This isn't what you think... I mean she... we were just..." She said, attempting to put together some sort of excuse but failing miserably.
"Yeah, yeah. You fucking slut. It's not what I think. It's not you fucking my LITTLE BROTHER!" He screamed back.
"Leave her alone Tay. Jesus Christ, you were in the other room boning some chick you don't even know!" Zac replied.
Taylor smirked and chuckled bitterly before winding up and punching his brother square in the face. Zac tumbled backward, his arms flailing in the air for balance. He hit his dresser with a hard thud, his anger rising up as he touched lip. He looked down at the blood on his fingers before returning his angry stare to Taylor.
Kendra watched in horror as Zac let out a rageful shout that sounded something like 'youmotherfuckingbitch!' and sprang full speed toward Taylor. He flew at his brother and hit him so hard they both hit the floor in the hallway. Zac pummeled him with his fists until Taylor in his own fury managed to flip him over and began a similar assault.
By the time Kendra had gotten herself together and out of the room there was a crowd forming in the upstairs hallway, a few people yelling, "Yeah!" and "Fuck him up!"
After what seemed like an eternity, but what was really only a mintue or so, Isaac came running up the stairs, his eyes bludging from his sockets at the scene in front him. His brothers were beating the shit out of eachother.
"Fuck you guys! Break it up!" He yelled, fighting his way through the people cheering them on.
He knew he'd never be able to control Zac, so he reached for Taylor's collar and yanked him off of his brother. Taylor fought Isaac for a moment before Ike shoved him into his room and shut the door. Zac jumped to his feet and made an attempt to follow but his older brother grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a rough shake.
"Chill the fuck out man, do you hear me? Chill-the-fuck-out." He said sternly.
Still breathing heavily from the altercation Zac pushed passed Isaac down the stairs and out the back door. He sat down on the porch steps and attempted to calm his nerves when he heard her call out to him.
"Zac?"
He looked up and that's when he saw her. Ali was walking up the pathway looking a little startled by his appearance, his lip cut open and bleeding, his hair tousled.
"Are you alright?" She asked with concern.
He chuckled at the irony of it all. He thought she'd stood him up. He'd doused her with a foul smelling stink bomb in school in front of everyone. Yet here she was, looking like an angel in the night.
"I'm better now." He smiled, sliding over so she could sit with him.
She sauntered over and sat close to him, so their hips were touching. "Were you in a fight?" She questioned with concern.
Zachary sighed, wondering how in the hell he was going to explain to her that his brother had attacked him because he'd fucked his girlfriend after playing a very rousing game called "Are You Shy."
"Kind of." Was all he replied.
Her pulse began to quicken. He looked so rugged sitting there, the testosterone flowing through his veins. There was a thin layer of sweat glistening on his brow and she could smell the beer coming from his breath. She thought he looked different now than he had in school... older... sexier. She'd been crushing on him before, but now she felt as though she had to reach out and touch him or she might go insane.
She resisted the urge to throw her arms around him and press her body to his. Instead she slowly reached up and touched his lip, letting her finger lightly linger on the plump flesh.
"Looks like it hurts..." She began, examining his eyes to see what his reaction would be.
Zac looked down at her hand touching his bottom lip and felt the familiar rush of blood to his cock. He grabbed her fingers quickly so she couldn't pull away. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around her finger tip. He sucked at it, let his tongue tease it, nipped it with his teeth. He watched as the breath hitched in her chest and she let out a quiety, shakey moan. She closed her eyes and knit her eyebrows as though she were experiencing some sort of excruciating torture. His lips were warm and soft, his tongue so smooth as it teased and trailed along her skin. She thought she would die.
Finally he let her hand fall from his mouth. "I bet you could make me feel better."