"You aren't showing off any ass, Sarah" I commented looking at her choice of bikini, it was a simple swim skirt with a matching crop top that covered everything, where was the ass and boobs?

Sarah laughed at my words, looking at my own choice of bikini wear and nodding, "you can show off enough ass and boobs for the both of us"

I smiled, turning around in my bikini for her to see, it was a simple and very sexy two piece with a white shirt draped over it left unbuttoned to give an illusion of modesty

It was perfect

Marcus appeared from his room just as we were about to leave, looking annoyingly put-together in dark jeans and a shirt that emphasized his shoulders.

"You guys going out?" he asked.

"To the beach," Sarah explained "want to come?"

I shot her a look, but she ignored it.

"Sure," he said grabbing his wallet

"Stop" I held a finger up, "you're coming in...that?" I gesticulated to his outfit

"What about it is wrong?"

"It's a beach"

"And?"

"Don't tell me you're too dumb to know what a beach is all about"

"And you're obviously too foolish to realize I can wear whatever I want to wherever I want"

"Sarah," I turned to her, "can you hear him? He's calling me a fool for caring about his stupid ass"

"I think you should be more concerned with your boobs spilling out of whatever rag remains you're wearing than my outfit"

"What?" I thundered getting pissed, "so now you have a problem with my outfit? You wouldn't know real taste, you old fashioned crook" I stormed out of the cabin, Sarah chasing after me as she told Marcus off behind me

"Her outfit is perfect, what's wrong with you Marcus?"

"There's nothing perfect about something that covers nothing"

I turned back to him, "and how is that any of your business? "

"Exactly"

I puffed, trying to control my anger, this is exactly why I can't relate with him at all. How am I supposed to tolerate someone who doesn't even understand what to wear to a beach? I blame my busybody self for trying to help him, I deserve whatever he threw at me.

I'm never speaking to him again till the end of this trip

Never.

We got to the beach quite late—because of him—the warm morning sun was gone, replaced by a scorching heat that had me removing my shirt just two hours into my sunbathing.

Marcus was cooking, boiling—literarily—and I couldn't be happier, what better proof of my words than the great pettifogger steaming in dark jeans and fitted t-shirt?

I wanted to shout "told ya!!" in his face.

Sarah was resting under a shade fanning herself as she waved at me, I waved back, sweat trickling down my spin as I sat up and moved towards the two of them, taking a sip of the cold drink in front of her

I nearly laughed watching Marcus fumble with his clothes, fanning himself again and again.

"You should probably advise your dear brother to take off his shirt if he doesn't want to turn into a puddle of sweat before we leave"

Marcus glared at me while Sarah laughed but I said nothing moaning softly as the cold drink hit my throat again

"I'm gonna go get another," I stood shaking when drink was was quickly disappearing into my belly

"One watermelon juice pls" I said to the man at the counter scrolling on my phone as I waited for it.

"Hi, beautiful," a short, funny looking balloon shaped guy greeted.

I looked around, and seeing I was the only one around he could possibly be speaking to I almost burst into laughter... Was he trying to make a pass at me? Wow...

"Thanks?" I replied, praying internally that he's not one of those who likes causing a scene.

"I noticed you're alone, and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by your beauty how about..."

"I'm sorry, I cut in, I'm with my friend, so I need no company" my drink came and I took it offering a thank you and moved to leave

"I advise you reconsider my offer" he said holding my arm, the flirty tone gone replaced with a weird tone that sounded like he was trying to be intimidating, he gestured towards a table where four bulky and funny looking guys like him were already standing, trying to intimidate me by flexing their balloon looking shoulders

I sighed, I hate men like this, why be ugly and have a stupid personality too?

"Let go," I said trying to release myself from his grasp

He only held me tighter

I sighed dropping my drink and sweeping my hair back before kicking him hard in the groin

He screamed, doubling over as he immediately released his hold on me, his friends—if that's what they were— ran to him just as Marcus and Sarah also got to my side

Sarah turned to me checking my bruised arm and glaring at him while his friends helpex him up asking if he was ok

I pushed Sarah to my back and looked at the man, "next time you want to pick on a woman, ensure you know who exactly you're getting yourself involved me, you should be thankful I didn't ruin your useless dick. If I ever see you again, I'll make sure you never remember what an erection feels like."

"You whore," the man screamed, "why dress like that if you didn't want men ogling at you?"

Marcus stepped in front of me, blocking my view before I could even reply, "if a beautiful woman makes it difficult for you to kept it in your pants, maybe your dick is better off being cut off, at least that way you wouldn't have to endure getting it up for a random woman"

The man's face paled

"If you don't believe me," Marcus continued, "you can try me," he bent down a little staring into the man's eyes flexing his shoulders, "my muscles could use a little exercise"

The man scrambled away still holding his crotch, with his friends following after him

I looked up at Marcus, he was really hot, he'd taken off his shirt, and with him flexing his muscled shoulders, sweat trickling down his body as he wiped himself down with his shirt watching the five scramble away, he looked exactly like the kind of man whose dick I'd like to suck at least once in my life

But when he turned back to look at me, a scowl on his face and stupid words coming from his mouth, whatever fantasy was going on in my head shattered

"Why would you do something like that?"

"Like what now?" I sighed, "is it my fault some random men decided I was the best target to pick on?"

"Like kicking a man of that size in the groin, what if he had retaliated?"

"Marcus, calm down" Sarah intervened linking her arms around mine "at least everything worked out well and she's fine. Besides..." She said looking back at me briefly, "Evie has a black belt in MMA, she's fully capable of taking down a few men"

Marcus scoffed, "If she was so good, why...?"

"Stop," I cut him off, clearly pissed now, why did he help if he was only going to nitpick? "I don't think a cold drink is going to cut this," I said, storming away from him and dragging Sarah with me, "let's get a strong drink, I don't think I can face your brother without punching him in the face"

Sarah laughed

The drink burned the back of my throat as I downed it in one go, immediately pouring another. Any thoughts of sunbathing was gone, the sun was already setting too, and the heat was reducing, but Marcus didn't put on his shirt as he lay on the mat.

My phone rang

Derek

I ignored it

It rang again, and again, and again

I switched it off, "fuck it Derek, can't you let me live in peace?" I groaned downing another drink

"We need to get going," Sarah said dragging me up and picking my phone, "you're drunk"

"I'm not" I replied letting go of her hand and trying to steady myself but failing terribly

"Marcus" Sarah said, "help carry her before she hits her head on something"

"No" I protested, but I was already off the ground and on his back

I cursed loudly as we trekked back, cursing the stupid man for ruiningy beach day, cursing Marcus for being an arse, Sarah struggled to hold her laughter, and Marcus kept jabbing me to stay still and stop making ridiculous comments.

I scoffed, but shut my mouth. Couldn't risk him dropping me and making me break my neck.

I didn't remember how I got to my room or got tucked into bed. Only that I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty, sweaty and hot all over.

I was still in my bikini, and I didn't have the strength to take it off. I checked the the jug in the room, no water, fuck it.

Dragging myself out of bed I walked out of my room into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

A door creaked just as I brought the glass to my lips and Marcus came out of the shadows, the bright moonlight illuminating into the kitchen reflecting on him.

He was wearing only a loose boxer, running a hand through his dark hair that looked damp, did he just take a shower? In the middle of the night? Whatever, it was none of my business.

I set down the glass of water, his eyes stayed on what I was wearing for a while longer before I snapped at him drawing his attention back to where my face was, "what are you looking at?"

"And why are you dressed like that?" He asked moving over to the counter

"I'm in a place I paid for," I bit back, "I can dress however the fuck I like, besides I can also ask the same question. Why are you also dressed like a stripper waiting for his cock to sucked on by a thirsty client?"

I clamped my mouth shut immediately I realised what I said, slapping my mouth internally, this is the consequences of talking too much.

I expected him to bit back, and he did "if you think I'm a stripper, what then are you? Cause you seem more like one to me"

"Not a problem" I replied, glaring back at him, "do you know how many dicks would be begging to fuck a stripper like me? I'd have them make a queue and write their names down"

He shaked his head scoffing, "and you think you can handle more than one man?"

"No matter how many men I handle, none of them is going to be you either way, so what's your business?

"Are you sure?"

"That what?"

"That you'll never have to handle me?"

"What do you...?"

"Even if I do this?"

I gasped, freezing in shock as he suddenly pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me hungrily and darting his tongue into my mouth, the intensity of the kiss shocked me and the moment I regained myself I pushed him away, glaring at him, "what are you...?

He cut me off with another kiss, pinning my legs with his own when I tried to kick him and pinning my hands to my back and holding my head in place as he ravished my lips, my lips would definitely be swollen tomorrow, how do I explain that to Sarah, that her crazy brother suddenly decided to go wolf on me?

"Marcus... Marcus... wait," I tried to get him back to his senses when he finally left my lips and focused on my neck, leaving me gasping for breath, and despite the situation, I could feel myself getting wet, why was I getting aroused in this situation?

Marcus didn't reply, almost like he couldn't even hear me. His grip on my hand had loosened now, but before I could even think of pushing him away, I gasped, my back arching towards him as he inserted a finger into me. The same hands that should have pushed him away held him in place, my body moving traitorously again his finger. Another finger and I gasped, oh, my god, he was good at this, his fingers curved inside me, hitting my G-spot, and I came, the fastest, I'd ever come in my life.

I leaned back on the counter, trying to catch my breath, my legs threatening to give up if not for his arms still holding me

"So do you still think you can handle more than one man?" He asked bringing his fingers up and smiling at the sight of my cum around his fingers.

I didn't answer, simply dug my fingers into his boxers and wrapped my hands around his dick, before he could protest, I was on my knees taking out his cock, my hands froze when I saw the size and he laughed at my reaction

"Never seen one this big?"

I scoffed at him, "I've seen more than you can ever imagine" though I knew he didn't believe me, but I wasn't going to lose to him.

I wrapped my hand around his hard massive cock, closing my eyes as I brought my mouth to it. It didn't fit in my mouth and I couldn't even take half of him in, but I wasn't going to complain. I was determined to leave him senseless and begging by the time I was done.

My head bobbled down on his cock, my hand tightening around the base as I tried to take as much of him as I could.

I heard him groan above me and a smiled I satisfaction going even faster than could normally take. He cursed "fuck" holding my head in place as he fucked my mouth. Tears spilled out of my eyes but I held on, saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth.

Just when I thought he was going to cum, he stopped, removing himself from my mouth and helping me to my feet before turning me to face the counter, "what...?"

I got cut off by the feeling of him ripping my thongs apart and slipping into me, whatever protest I was making up stuck between my throat.

"Oh, my god!" I screamed, quickly clamping my mouth shut with my hands as he thrust into me like he wanted to split me into two, something his dick was already doing.

My hands slapped against the counter as he thrust faster, my screams threatening to spill out, "Marc... Marcus... wait... wait, oh! My! God!!

I fell flat against the counter as the waves of orgasm hit me. My body limp against the cold marble

He continued thrusting into me, riding through my waves of pleasure before cumming inside me.

When he picked me up and went into his room, I wanted to protest, wanted to ask why he didn't use a condom, wanted to ask where he got such a big cock and good stamina and against all reason, wanted him inside me again.