My Stepbrother secret obsession

The Tosser Is Taking The Slag Out

AVA

"Is that anger or just young people's energy?" Christian playfully asked.

The man walked in while I was angrily hitting the boxing bag, visualizing it as all my difficulties.

Christian was simply dressed in black Nike shorts and a plain gym shirt that clung to his wide chest. He had his hands on his hips, watching me throw jabs.

"I fear it's just young people's strength," I responded, panting hard as I kept striking the innocent bag.

"Why don't you show me what you've got then?" he challenged.

I suddenly paused and glanced at the man with a death wish, my hands holding the boxing bag to steady it.

"You don't want that," I guaranteed him.

His eyes turned inward.

"Ava, you have no idea how many people I've knocked out. Come on," he started to bounce, challenging me.

Alright!

I laughed at his words, slightly shrugging.

Christian and I had grown even closer over the past year. While the relationship between my mum and me tumbled, Christian was there by my side all the time. Checking on me at bedtime, making sure I ate my breakfast and dinner, following behind me after a fight with either Mum or Lilith and taking me on some of his duties to bond more. The man would offer me reserved freedom even when Mum chose to ground me or when I messed up in school.

Honestly, and in short, Christian was the closest I had ever had to a father and, conceivably, the better parent I had right now.

While my dear mum celebrated a new daughter, Lilith, he had been nothing but endearing within the realm of parenting.

"That's unexpected, but don't say I didn't warn you." I stepped away from the boxing bag and faced the great breakfast made of flesh and warm blood.

Returning the tricky smile he gave, I began moving my head from side to side, bouncing around him, slipping the attempted jabs, with my fists ready to throw a punch at my mum's soulmate.

If that exists.

Shoot! I shouldn't forget. It clearly does, since Leigh is here touring vauntingly around Vegas with his other half or maybe quarter-half, depending on how much of his heart Hailey holds. I bet when we were together I only had one to three per cent from him.

My movement confused Christian just as I intended, and I got to step in, closing the distance.

Christian was taller, so I took advantage and attacked his body, every vein on his arms.

Every region of his lower body, excluding Mum's package, of course.

Eww!

I hooked him badly, completely forgetting that he wasn't a boxing bag. He was human, and the wrong human to hit.

His hands came to protect the same general area I was striking, consistently.

Another opportunity. I took that as an opening and went for a headshot, connecting my fist with his chin. Red...

I saw red fly out from his mouth.

Still not satisfied, as the anger in me just kept pouring out! I used my leg to hit his temple.

He knocked down, and I followed. Straddling his chest, I continued to deliver some nasty hooks to his face.

My name was echoing distantly in my head but it wasn't enough to lighten my dark vision.