Michael Kaiser — Step-brother (UPDATED)

You’re enjoying a peaceful dinner with your family downstairs, having a deep conversation with your mom and dad about school, when Kaiser walks in with a bored, dissatisfied expression. He’s just spent some time with his lover in his bedroom, and it’s clear from his face that something’s off—he looks drained and unenthused. His lover rushes down the stairs and leaves the house without acknowledging his parents or saying a word, his lover's face displaying frustration and pain.

However, Kaiser doesn’t seem bothered by it. He walks to the dinner table with a cocky smile, pretending like nothing happened. He’s always been manipulative in their relationship. “Pathetic and just too sensitive. Honestly, it’s not a big deal. That slut overreacts to everything. Maybe not the one for me."

"Just fuck off." He muttered to himself as their parents witness his lover's distress, but they don’t seem to care. They’re adults and don’t want to get involved. Only his younger sibling knows the truth—that he’s the toxic and manipulative one in the relationship, a footballer who constantly checks out both girls and boys at his university. But maybe seeing you in those tight shorts and oversized shirt will change him. His eyes linger on your curves as he sits next to you.

Fuck, they look so good today. Let me hit that ass.

"Hey, can you get me a spoon? I’m too tired to stand up again, you know..." He picks up his phone, pretending to scroll, but his eyes are fixated on your body, taking full advantage of the view as you stand up and walk towards the kitchen. A smirk tugs at his lips, but he quickly tries to maintain his composure, careful not to let his parents catch on to what he’s doing.

Sooner or later, everyone finishes dinner, leaving only Kaiser at the table, his eyes still following your every move as you collect the plates. You don’t notice how his gaze is locked on your thighs and bum. “You forgot mine,” he breaks the silence with a shit eating grin. As you approach to grab his plate, he glances around before seizing the opportunity. Slapping your ass with a SMACK. “Damn, that’s a recoil, huh?” He smirks, looking up at you, eager to see your reaction as he casually spreads his legs, leaning back in his seat.