The holidays always brings the family together or does it
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"Mansion Melodrama/ The Unseen Desires / The Brad and Sarah Chronicles"
Brad's mansion stood proudly in the quiet, opulent neighborhood, its grandeur a testament to its owner’s wealth and success. A sleek, black sports car pulled into the driveway, and Sarah emerged, her blonde ponytail bouncing with every step. She walked with the confidence of a woman who knew she looked good in her tight-fitting dress, highlighting her 36 C natural breasts and athletic figure.
The holiday decorations were extravagantly beautiful, just as Sarah had envisioned. Gold and silver garlands adorned the banister, and the scent of pine filled the air from the towering Christmas tree. She felt satisfied, anticipating Brad’s pleasure upon his arrival.
However, the presence of Jan, Brad’s 28-year-old daughter, overshadowed her excitement. Tall and athletic from rugby, Jan contrasted sharply with Sarah’s more feminine appearance.
From the moment Jan arrived, their interactions were strained. Sarah sensed Jan’s disapproval, viewing her as a gold digger due to her pursuit of wealthy men. This label stung more because it came from Brad’s family. Jan’s disdain reminded Sarah that she had to fight for her place in Brad’s life.
At the dinner party, Jan embarrassed Sarah by correcting her story about Brad, leaving Sarah feeling humiliated. Despite giving Jan an expensive gift in hopes of goodwill, Jan’s homemade gift felt like a slap, indicating she didn’t believe Sarah was good enough for Brad or truly loved him.
The photograph incident was the final straw. As Sarah placed a new portrait of herself and Brad on the mantel, she sensed Jan’s intense gaze, as if Jan wanted to erase her from Brad’s life. When Jan switched the photos back, Sarah felt a twinge of spiteful satisfaction.
Sarah’s “advice” to Jan, a proud social worker, was poorly timed. Suggesting she seek a wealthy partner felt like a slap in the face to Jan’s dedication. Anger bubbled within her as she narrowed her eyes, fists clenched, resisting the urge to retaliate against Sarah’s audacity.
"How dare you?" Jan spat out, her voice trembling with anger. "You have no right to tell me what to do with my life. You don't know anything about me or what's important to me."
Sarah's eyes narrowed, her anger flaring in response. "I know enough to see that you're throwing your life away. You could have so much more with someone who appreciates you and can give you the life you deserve."
"And what life is that?" Jan shot back, her voice rising. "A life of plastic smiles and empty promises? Someone who sees me as a trophy rather than a person?"
Sarah stepped closer, her eyes flashing with anger. "Better a life of love and comfort than struggle and mediocrity."
"Love? You don't know the first thing about love!" Jan's voice became a shout, and her face was red with rage.
Sarah's eyes narrowed into slits. "Oh, I know, love, sweetheart," she sneered. "I've seen the way you look at your precious father. It's not love; it's possessiveness. You're just like all the others who came before me, thinking you can control him with your sad, pathetic little heartstrings."
Jan's fury was a living, breathing entity in the room. "You're the one who's sad," she spat. "You think money and status are the only things that matter. You're a parasite, leeching off of him!"
Sarah's hand flew up, the slap echoing through the room. Jan's head snapped back, and the shock registered in her wide eyes before they narrowed into a glare. "You bitch," she murmured, her hand rising to cover her stinging cheek.
Sarah's voice was low and dangerous. "You're the one who started this, Jan. You think you can just waltz in here and take over? This is my house now, and Brad is my man."
Jan's hand trembled as she stepped closer. "This is my father's house; you're nothing but a homewrecker!"
Sarah's laugh was cold and mocking. "Your mother threw him away, remember?"
Jan's eyes narrowed into slits. "That's enough," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Sarah smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, it's far from over, darling," she taunted, her words dripping with spite.
Jan clenched her fist, her knuckles white with rage. "You're right," she said. It's not over. But it will be when Brad sees you for who you are."
Sarah rolled her eyes, dismissing Jan's threat with a flick. "Brad loves me, and he knows I make him happy. No matter how much you try, you can't compete with that."
Jan's jaw clenched, her nostrils flaring. "You think you can replace my mother with your plastic surgeries and designer clothes?" she retorted, her voice laced with scorn.
Sarah stepped closer, invading Jan's personal space. "Your mother was a relic of the past," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Brad deserves someone who appreciates him for who he is now, not for old memories."
Jan's eyes flashed with anger and pain. "You have no idea what you're talking about," she hissed.
Sarah leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper. "I know more than you think."
Jan's hand shot out, grabbing Sarah's arm in a vice-like grip. "Keep my mother out of this," she warned, her teeth clenched.
Sarah smirked, pulling free. "Or what, Jan?" she taunted. "You'll hit me again?"
Before Jan could reply, hurried footsteps and a flustered voice interrupted them. Brad's assistant, Mrs. Thompson, appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide with worry. "Mr. Bradshaw, I'm so sorry to bother you, but it's urgent. Miss Jan and Miss Sarah are having a... disagreement in the great room, and it's becoming rather intense."
Brad looked up from his paperwork, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "Disagreement? What on earth could they be fighting about?" He stood from his desk, setting down his pen with a quiet click, and made his way toward the great room.
Sarah and Jan's raised voices grew louder with each step he took. He could hear Jan's accusations and Sarah's sharp retorts, the tension in the air thick and palpable. He quickened his pace, a knot forming in his stomach as he approached the door.
Pushing it open, Brad saw the two furious, beautiful women standing toe-to-toe in the opulent room. The housekeeper looked relieved as he entered, stepping back and leaving the battleground to the warring females.
"What the hell is going on here?" he bellowed, his voice a thunderclap that instantly silenced the argument. Jan's chest heaved with anger, and her eyes never left Sarah's smug expression.
"Daddy!" Jan exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and frustration. She took a step back, her hand dropping to her side. "Sarah's just being her usual self."
Sarah turned to Brad, her face a picture of innocence. "Your daughter seems to have a problem with our relationship," she said sweetly.
Brad's eyes narrowed as he took in Jan's defiant stance and Sarah's forced calm. "This ends now," he said firmly.
"You two will settle this tonight," he declared, pointing towards the gym. "No more of this nonsense under my roof."
Jan and Sarah exchanged glances, equally surprised and wary of Brad's sudden decision.
"But, Daddy, this isn't a game," Jan protested, her voice tight.
"It's not about who wins or loses," Brad said firmly, his gaze bouncing between them, "It's about clearing the air. You both need to get this out of your systems."
Jan and Sarah stared at each other, their animosity crackling like a live wire. They had no choice but to agree to Brad's proposal, even though facing off in the gym was as ludicrous as it was unsettling.
"Fine," Jan bit out through gritted teeth. "If that's what it takes to make you see her for who she is, I'll be there."
Sarah smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've been waiting for this moment, Jan," she said, her voice dripping with challenge.
Jan's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Brad sighed heavily. "It means no more arguing. No more fighting. You'll go to the gym tonight and work out your issues."
"But Daddy," Jan protested weakly, "it's not that simple."
"Simple or not, it's happening," Brad said with finality. "You're both adults, and I expect you to act like it. I don't care if it's in the ring or on the treadmills; you will sort this out. Now, I've had a long trip from Boston, and I need some rest. I expect peace when I wake up." He turned and left the room, the sound of his retreating footsteps a stark reminder of his authority.
Jan glared at Sarah, her hands balling into fists at her sides. She knew Brad was oblivious to the tension, but she couldn't let Sarah disrespect her mother like this. "You'll regret this," she murmured, her voice low and menacing.
Sarah just smirked, turning on her heel and sashaying away. "Looking forward to it," she called over her shoulder, her hips swaying with every step.
Jan watched her go, her jaw clenched and her eyes burning with anger. She knew she had to play this carefully; she couldn't let Sarah see how much she'd gotten under her skin. With a deep breath, Sarah followed Brad to his study, her mind racing to convince him to see Jan for who she indeed was.
Sarah retreated to the study, feeling excitement and trepidation about the impending gym showdown. She had no doubt she could outwit Jan, but the girl had a surprising bite to her. Still, Sarah was determined to win Brad's complete favor and prove she wasn't going anywhere.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Sarah began to peel off her dress, revealing her toned abs and the lingerie Brad had bought her. She knew seeing her body would be a welcome distraction from the drama. "Darling," she began as Brad took his seat, "I'm sorry about all this, but your daughter is just like your ex - a bitch with no sense of what's truly important."
Brad sighed, rubbing his temples. "I don't need to hear that, Sarah," he said. "What happened between you two?"
Sarah sauntered over to Brad, perching on the edge of his desk. "It's just Jan being her usual dramatic queen,” she pouted. "Jealous because you've moved on, I guess."
Brad took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of Sarah's expensive perfume. "I'm tired of this bickering," he said, his voice firm. "I know you well, Sarah, and I trust you can handle it your usual way."
Sarah's eyes gleamed with understanding. Leaning into Brad, her breasts brushing against his arm, she whispered, "I'll take care of it, darling." She knew exactly what he meant. Brad had always appreciated her ability to manage tense situations gracefully and poisedly.
Her hand began to trace a tantalizing path up and down his thigh, her fingertips dancing just shy of his growing arousal. "But, before I go and handle Jan," she said with a seductive smile, "I think we could both use a little... stress relief." Brad's eyes darkened as he reached up to cup Sarah's cheek, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss.
Jan stormed into her old bedroom, her heart racing with anger. She threw her bag onto the bed, her eyes searching for anything familiar. Spotting a framed photo of her mother on the nightstand, she picked it up and held it tightly to her chest. "What have I gotten into?" she whispered, feeling tears sting her eyes.
The door clicked open, and Jan spun around, expecting Sarah, but it was Mrs. Thompson, the housekeeper. She looked at Jan with kind eyes filled with sympathy. "Miss Jan," she began, her voice gentle, "I know it's not easy having your father with someone new, but Miss Sarah does care for him." Jan scoffed, but Mrs. Thompson's words lingered in the air, unspoken advice that Jan wasn't ready to hear.
Meanwhile, in the study, Sarah had Brad's attention very differently. "Can I rough her up tonight?" she asked with a wicked smile, her hand sliding over the bulge in his pants. "I know you love to watch me fight."
"Sarah," Brad chuckled, "this isn't about entertainment. It's about resolving your differences." His hand found hers, guiding it away from his crotch, but the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
"But you know I fight better when I'm wound up," Sarah purred, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants. "Let's just take the edge off before the main event."
Brad's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and arousal. "Alright, you win," he said with a sigh, his hand finding its way to her waist, pulling her closer.
Sarah straddled him, her hands working at his tie as their kisses grew more urgent. She knew Brad's weaknesses and wasn't above using them to her advantage.
"Sarah," he murmured, his hands moving to her back, "you're going to wear me out before the night starts."
With a wicked smile, she unhooked her bra, letting her ample breasts spill out. "It'll be worth it, darling," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.
Brad's hands found her breasts, his thumbs circling her erect nipples as they continued to kiss. "You're insatiable," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"It's all for you," Sarah whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Can I fight topless for you tonight, darling?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
Brad groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. "If it'll give you the advantage, anything goes," he murmured, his eyes darkening with lust.
Sarah's smile grew predatory as she leaned in closer. "I'll make it worthwhile," she whispered, her hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"You always do," Brad murmured, his eyes closing as he succumbed to the pleasure she was giving him.
"But tonight," Sarah whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "it's going to be extra special." She increased the pace of her hand, her thumb pressing against his sensitive tip.
"Oh God," Brad groaned, his hips bucking up into her touch. "You're going to kill me, woman."
"Only if Jan doesn't first," Sarah said with a laugh, her movements never faltering.
"Sarah," Brad breathed, his eyes hooded with desire as he watched her.
Her eyes gleamed as she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his length.
"Mm, Sarah," Brad groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he leaned back in his chair.
Sarah chuckled, her mouth full as she took him in deeper. "Always for you, Brad."
Brad's hand tightened in her hair, his hips moving in time with her. “The best decision I ever made," he gasped out.
Sarah smirked around him, her eyes gleaming with victory. She had him right where she wanted him.
As Brad led Sarah into the gym, Jan was already there, dressed in her sports bra and gym shorts, ready to fight for her father's love.
"You're late," Jan said through clenched teeth, her eyes flickering over Sarah's barely-there attire.
"Fashionably so," Sarah retorted, her voice a seductive purr as Brad led her into the gym. The dog collar and chain were a bold move that Jan hadn't seen coming.
"What's the plan?" Jan spat, eyeing the makeshift leash with disgust.
"You both need to resolve this," Brad said firmly, his voice echoing through the gym. "Sarah wants to fight topless, and she's willing to let anything go. You agree to submit if you lose; no more arguing."
Jan's eyes widened in shock at the proposal, glancing at Sarah's smug smile. "Seriously, Dad?" she exclaimed. "You can't be serious."
Brad folded his arms, his tone unyielding. "I am. This nonsense stops now. You both have until I come back from my shower. Sort it out."
Sarah stepped into the gym, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Alright, Jan," she said, her voice a mix of challenge and amusement. "You want to go at it? Let's do it."
Jan's fists clenched, her jaw tight. "This isn't a game," she growled. "But if it's what it takes to get through to you..."
With surprising speed, Jan peeled off her sports bra, revealing her firm, small breasts. Sarah's smirk grew as Jan slid her shorts down, her toned legs and muscular thighs bared.
Brad's smile widened, and he glanced at Jan's body before turning on the cameras. "Let's make this interesting," he said, his voice low with anticipation.
Jan's eyes narrowed at Sarah's barely-there attire. "You think this is a joke?" she snarled, her hands curling into fists.
Sarah smirked, her eyes gleaming. "No, Jan, it's your last chance to back down."
Jan's eyes flashed with determination. "This isn't about money or status," she said, her voice steady. "It's about love and respect, something you know nothing about."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Love? Spare me," she sneered. "You're just jealous because you're not the center of his universe anymore."
Jan's cheeks flushed with anger. "You're nothing but a gold-digger," she spat back. "I can't believe he's fallen for your act."
"Oh, Jan," Sarah said smugly, "you're so naive. It's not just about money; it's about power, and I have him wrapped around my little finger."
Jan's eyes narrowed, her muscles coiling. "You think you can win him with sex and manipulation?"
Sarah smirked, her hand shooting out in a swift motion. "Exactly," she said as she slapped Jan's cheek, the sound echoing in the vast gym.
Jan's eyes watered with the sting, but she didn't flinch; her gaze locked onto Sarah's smug expression. "You think that's going to win you, Brad?" Jan taunted, her voice steady.
Sarah's smirk grew as she sauntered closer, her body moving with the grace of a predator. "It's not about winning, Brad," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "It's about proving who's in charge here."
With a snarl, Jan lunged, her fist connecting with Sarah's jaw. The room exploded with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and Sarah stumbled back, her eyes wide with surprise and anger.
Sarah recovered quickly, her hand reaching for Jan's hair, pulling hard enough to make Jan yelp. They were both feral now, clawing at each other's faces, their nails leaving trails of red on the skin.
The housekeeper, Mrs. Thompson, hovered nervously in the doorway, unsure if she should intervene. The two women’s raw anger was palpable, and their grunts and gasps punctuated the heavy silence.
Jan lunged, aiming to tackle Sarah to the floor, but Sarah was quicker, her toned legs shooting out to trip Jan. Jan's breath hitched as she stumbled, but she managed to stay upright, her eyes never leaving Sarah's smug face.
"You think you can replace my mother?" Jan snarled, her voice shaking with rage. Sarah smirked, reaching back to untie her hair, letting it fall in a cascade of golden waves around her shoulders.
"You're not even in the same league," she replied coolly. "But I'll humor you, darling. Let's have a little scrum."
Jan's eyes flashed with anger. "You've never played rugby," she spat. "This isn't a game for the weak."
Sarah's smirk grew as she stepped closer. "Neither is love," she murmured, reaching for Jan's hair. Jan's instincts took over, and she lunged, grabbing Sarah's breasts instead. Surprisingly, they were firm and natural, not the plastic playthings she'd expected.
Sarah yelped, her hand flying to cover herself, but Jan was relentless. "You're not my mother," she spat, her fingers digging in. Sarah stumbled back, her eyes flashing with pain and anger.
"You ungrateful little slut!" she screamed, her hand flying to Jan's face with a crack that echoed through the gym. Jan stumbled, her cheek red and stinging.
"That's enough!" Brad's voice boomed from the doorway, his face a mask of fury.
Jan and Sarah froze, their eyes locking briefly. Then Jan's hand dropped to her side, and her chest heaved with rage.
"Daddy," Jan began, her voice trembling, "she's just trying to provoke me."
"Provoke you?" Brad's eyes flashed with anger as he took in the scene. "You're both acting like children."
He stepped into the gym, his eyes lingering on the scratch marks marring Sarah's flawless skin. "I told you both to sort this out," he said sternly.
"Look at what she did to me!" Sarah protested, her hand covering her chest, eyes wide with feigned innocence.
"I don't care," Brad said, his voice firm. "You have one round of ten minutes to settle this. Do whatever it takes." His smile was predatory, hinting at the private words he had just whispered into Sarah's ear.
"Brad," Jan began, but her father's glare silenced her.
"One round," he said, his eyes cold. "Ten minutes. Then, this ends."
With that, Brad turned and left the gym, the door slamming shut behind him. Jan and Sarah stood panting, their eyes locked in a silent battle.
"You're going down," Jan spat.
"Bring it on," Sarah taunted.
Their bodies collided in a flurry of limbs and teeth. Jan's rugby training served her well, but Sarah's years of high society catfights had their dirty tricks. They rolled across the floor, each seeking the upper hand, their grunts and gasps echoing through the vast gym.
On his high-res monitor, Brad watched with excitement and trepidation. His hand idly played with himself, hoping Sarah would come out on top. Later tonight, he wanted to indulge in the sweet victory, basking in the afterglow of their confrontation.
Jan and Sarah's fight grew more intense, each woman's anger fueling their every move. They rolled across the gym floor, grunting and scratching, their once-perfect makeup smudged, and their hair a wild mess. The air grew thick with the scent of their sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Drawing on her rugby experience, Jan aimed for Sarah's legs, trying to pin her down. Her fingers slithered down Sarah's body, reaching for the elastic band of her thong, hoping to catch it and gain the upper hand. It was a dirty move, but Jan was desperate to prove Sarah didn't belong in their lives.
Sarah, however, anticipated Jan's move. She twisted, avoiding Jan's grasp and landing a solid punch to Jan's ribs. Jan gasped, doubling over, giving Sarah the opening to wrap the chain from her collar around Jan's neck. She pulled hard, the metal biting into Jan's flesh.
"You're not so tough without your fancy rugby rules, right?” Sarah sneered, her voice low and venomous. Jan's eyes watered as she fought to break free, her hands clawing at the chain, desperate for air.
"Five minutes, Jan," Sarah whispered, her breath hot against Jan's ear. "That's all you have to show me what you're made of."
Jan's eyes widened in shock at Sarah's revelation. "You've never fought for anything but a man's wallet," she gasped, her voice hoarse from the chain.
Sarah sneered, tightening her grip. "And you've never fought for anything but an inheritance," she shot back.
Their bodies strained against each other, the chain cutting into Jan's skin. "Is that what you think?" Jan choked out.
"It's what everyone thinks," Sarah whispered, her legs tightening around Jan's waist. "You're just another gold digger, Jan. like your Mom."
Jan's eyes narrowed as she felt Sarah's legs lock around her, applying pressure. "Two minutes," Sarah hissed, her grip on the chain tightening.
Jan's chest heaved, the chain cutting into her skin, but she wouldn't give up. She bucked her hips, trying to break free, her breasts bouncing with the effort. "One minute," Sarah taunted, her legs tightening like a vice.
"You're wrong," Jan gasped, her eyes watering. "I fight for love, not just for what he has."
Sarah's leg muscles bulged as she squeezed tighter. "Love doesn't exist in this house," she spat.
"It does," Jan gasped, her eyes pleading, "and I won't let you take it from us."
With the final pull of the chain, Jan's air ran out. She went limp between Sarah's incredible legs, her body collapsing to the cold gym floor.
"You win," Jan croaked, her throat raw from the fight.
"For now," Sarah replied, her smirk victorious.
Jan coughed, struggling to catch her breath, the chain loosening around her neck. "This isn't over," she managed to say through gritted teeth.
Sarah's eyes gleamed with victory. "Oh, I know," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But tonight, I'm going to make sure Brad knows who's in charge." She gave Jan's cheek a gentle pat before standing up, her body bloodied by the fight.
Jan coughed, her hand moving to her bruised neck. "You think you've won?" she rasped.
Sarah looked down at her with a mix of pride and pity. "Sorry, kid," she said with a shake. "You better pack your bags tonight."
Jan's eyes narrowed as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. "You think you've won?" she croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Standing tall over Jan's defeated form, Sarah smirked down at her. "This is just the beginning," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Brad's waiting for his dessert; I always satisfy his hunger."
With that, she kicked Jan hard in the stomach, sending the wind out of her in a painful whoosh. Jan's eyes watered as she curled into a fetal position, gasping for breath.
Sarah sauntered out of the gym, Jan's pained coughs fading behind her. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as she left Jan in her wake, defeated.
