The Bookworm, the Dog, and Me- Part II

The next day was pretty exciting. When we left for school I had my little sis walk in front of me as I always do. It was my way of keeping an eye on her and making sure she stayed safe, after all, I’m her big brother and it’s my job to protect her.
We hadn’t spoken of what had happened the day before, I think because neither of it was really sure what to say. I walked behind her in silence, marvelling at how perfectly shapely her little ass had become. It wasn’t long before I had an erection growing down my pants leg.
When we’d almost reached the school grounds Mikaela spoke.
“Thanks for not saying anything to Mom” Mikaela said, bringing me out of my trance.
“It’s our secret, sis” I answered. “Besides, I think its the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”.
Mikaela paused, turned, and smiled at me.Even her smile seemed sexy now.
Somehow my little sister wasn’t a little girl anymore, she was a smokin’ hot babe.
Mikaela turned again, and seeing some friends, ran to meet them.
Aware that I was now sporting a boner, I slowed my pace and stopped to speak with a group of kids in my grade who were gathered together listening to music.
The tunes were coming from the open doors of a jacked-up 4×4 that belonged to the school bully, Brad.
Brad is an asshole jock. He’s about 6′-4″ and 250 lbs of dickhead.
Me, I’m not yet fully developed yet by a long shot. I can’t grow a good moustache yet, no matter how often I shave.
“Hey whistledick!” Brad shouted at me. “You’re not allowed over here!”
I smiled at the asshole and ignored him.
Feeling challenged, Brad suddenly noticed the still apparant bulge in my pants.
“Hey look! He’s got a boner!” he said.
Everyone in the crowd turned and looked.
It was at least partially true. I was semi-erect now, but my cock was still very visible in my jeans.
“What have you been doing?” Brad chided, no boubt trying to embarass me.
One of the socialite girls giggled and said, “Aww Brad, he’s been walking with his sister to school. You know that.”
The crowd- even those in the crowd who I thought were my friends, laughed.
I turned and started to walk away when suddenly Brad hit a nerve.
First he make some chicken sounds.
“Bawk, bawk, bawk” he yelled.
Getting no response from me, he continued with a different tactic.
“Yeah, your sister’s turning into one hot little bitch. I’m gonna split that little cunt wide open one day and make him watch so he can jerk off”.
I don’t talk a fight, I never have.
My Dad had taught me, “Don’t talk about it. If you’re gonna fight, fight!”
Brad didn’t know me.
I wasn’t one of his “followers”.
I turned and walked back to Brad, peeling off my backpack as I walked.
“Funny how you were looking at my dick when I walked up”, I challenged.
He was on me in an instant, bitch-slapping me hard to the ground, but instead of continuing the fight, he began gloating, sure that the fight was already won.
It wasn’t. Not by a long shot.
“Ooh, look…he’s mad” Brad said, laughing as I regained my footing.
When he turned to seek tribute from the crowd for his embarassing comments, that’s when I exploded.
Like I said, Brad didn’t hang out with me, so he knew nothing about me.
He had no clue that I’d been taking martial arts since first grade.
As he turned back towards me, I delivered a solid palm thrust to his solar plexis which instantly evacuated his lungs, leaving him partially bent over and gasping for air.
He was down to my size now.
I executed a spinning back kick that was pure perfection, dislodging two of his perfect, shiny white teeth, and breaking his nose.
Best of all, I learned at that moment that Brad had a “glass jaw”.
His unconscious body fell hard onto the pavement face first.
“Pussy”, I said.
Brad’s entourage looked on stunned as I put on my backpack, shrugged, and walked away.
The rest of the day was a blur of seeing people whispering and pointing at me, and having guys who’d been picked on by Brad for years congratulate me.
I just shrugged it all off.
I didn’t want to be anyone’s “Hero”.
All I had wanted to do was defend my sister’s honor, and I found pleasure in knowing I’d done so rather effectively.
Brad was a dick.
I doubted this fight would change that entirely.
I pity guys like Brad, that’s why I didn’t kick him while he was down, but if that asshole ever so much as tried to speak to Mikaela, I vowed I’d be far less forgiving.
On the way home that afternoon Mikaela was quiet most of the way. Once again I was just happy getting to watch her tight little ass, but since she has Phys Ed for her last class this was much more enjoyable.