Part 12: Max finally brings Liz down.
Chapter 34
The sun had nearly set; I was lounging around in the living room, perusing the myriad streaming services that we had available. It was amazing that with all the TV shows and movies that we had access to, for the life of me, I almost always had a hard time finding something to watch. I didn't care about that at the moment, though, because I wasn't actually looking to veg out. I was waiting, and the TV was fairly close to the front door.
I heard the sound of tires screeching to a halt and a car door being forcibly opened and then closed. Next came the sound of feet stomping up the house towards the front door, which swung open and then swung closed hard. All of that racket was nothing compared to what Liz had in store for me.
"WHY DID YOU FUCK HER?!"
"What?" I asked while trying to subdue the ringing in my ears. Superhuman senses were a mixed blessing; figuring out how to adapt to them - or maybe even improve them, using my newfound ultimate power - was on my list. My list was too long.
I had a feeling Liz's outburst would've caused me some pain no matter what, though. She was a woman of many talents, and having insane meltdowns was one of them.
"KATE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO FUCK KATE?!"
"Oh, Kate," I said, as if what she said finally cleared things up. I'd gotten a text from Kate letting me know that Liz was likely headed my way, and in quite the state. All was according to plan - except for the ringing in my ears, which still hadn't quite faded.
Kate had sent a message to Liz telling her that one of their Onlyfans videos needed a little work done because it didn't meet one of their sponsors' requirements. As expected, Liz had rushed back from whatever guy's place she was shacked up at. When Kate had discovered Liz back at their apartment, my sister had been pantsless, and her fingers had been deep inside of her very-wet pussy. She'd been watching the sex tape that Kate and I had made earlier that day. We'd expected her to find it, and, knowing what I knew, I'd expected her to have a strong reaction. Still, I'd been surprised by just how little self-control Liz had been able to muster - pleasantly so. That had told me that I was going to have a very easy time turning her.
Once Liz had realized she'd been caught, she'd stormed out of the apartment. From there, it had been a fair guess that she'd been heading for my house. We'd guessed right.
"Yes, Kate," Liz said, lowering her voice. "Kate, my friend - the one I told you not to do anything to. And what do you do? You. Fucked. Her. You fucked her!"
"Ya, well, Kate called, and she wanted to meet. She was very forward and made her intentions known. If you have a problem with that, you should probably take it up with her."
"Oh, I know how Kate operates. That girl is like a sex kitten; she'll grind against any guy or girl that catches her fancy. For some reason that I cannot fucking fathom, you qualified."
It was disturbing to think that my demonic side wasn't as mature as I was. Even though I knew Liz was basically lying to me, that last comment really ruffled his jet-black feathers. Still, I wanted to play the game a certain way.
"And why is that a bad thing?" I asked casually.
"She's MY friend, asswipe!" Liz shouted. "She's not yours. She's mine. She's somebody I can spend time with so that I don't have to be around YOU or think about YOU. Now that's ruined. That's why there's a rule, dumbass. Bros don't sleep with their sisters' hoes!"
I nearly laughed at that, which only seemed to enrage her even more.
"I think you mean 'bros before hoes,' but no, there is no rule that a brother can't sleep with any of his sister's friends. Besides, like I said, Kate came on to me."
"Ya... well..." Liz stuttered a bit, "why does it have to be Kate? I mean, what about your other whores? What, got tired of them?"
That was a line that my demonic and human sides agreed on, and she'd crossed it. She didn't get to insult my girls. I got up in her face with superhuman speed. That seemed to put her off a bit. She had to look up at me to hold my gaze, and I could tell that that made her feel small. Ever since my transformation, I wasn't
just
taller than her, either. I was a tower of muscle.
"Rayna and the others are hanging out with an old friend. Have been since this morning, and, before you ask: yes, they knew I was going to be out with Kate. We don't keep secrets from each other, unlike some people."
"What... what do you mean?" Liz stuttered. Her poker face was basically gone. She was obviously afraid - afraid of what I might know. I wasn't going to play that card just yet, though.
"Who have you been shacking up with?" I asked her.
"What?"
"The guy. Who's the guy you've been sleeping with?"
"And why does that concern you?" Liz shot back.
"Because I need to know where you are at all times."
"Fuck you!" she said. Her eyes brightened; she thought it was funny. "What are you, my father?"
"No," I said, "but I might as well be. Someone needs to take control of you. Going out at night, not coming home. Not telling us where you are and who you are with. It needs to stop, so if I have to be the man of the house and rein you in, I will."
"Oh, big man," Liz started. "Little bro thinks that now that he's gotten his puny little dick wet he's the boss of everyone. Well, fuck you. I'm a grown-ass woman. I can decide when I go out, how long I'm out, who I'm with, and... who I choose to fuck."
That last part got my blood boiling. My demonic side was a serious liability whenever I tried to play verbal chess games. Liz seemed to know she'd scored a point, because she smirked at me. It was that same bitchy smirk she'd been throwing at me since high school.
"Awww, little brother is upset? Well boo-fucking-hoo. You say you're the big man now, so now what? Are you going to punish me? Are you going to spank me?"
I'll give her credit: she did guess right. The chess and poker games were over.
"Hey... What are you - what are you doing?" Liz shouted as I took her hand and dragged her over to the couch. Then I proceeded to bend her over my knee.
"You do occasionally have good ideas," I said, almost in passing. Without any hesitation, I delivered one hard spank to her vulnerable ass.
"Owww," Liz started, but I didn't let her continue.
One, two, three, four spanks later, Liz's ass was starting to look bright pink. The mere act of being bent over my knee had raised her micro denim skirt halfway up her round cheeks, and there was nothing else covering them; the string of her black thong was just a divider between them.
