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Authors name: By thunder (thnudermtn@comercial.com)
Story Title : SISTER RAPE
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Shannon Harris sat on the living room couch and watched
her older brother Mark out of the corner of her eye. Mark
was sitting in their dad's recliner, sipping a beer and
keeping one hand stuffed down his pants while he watched the
tape playing on the TV.
Every now and then Mark would look over at her and
smile. Mark was what you would call handsome: tall,
well-built (he lifted weights every day), with shaggy dark
brown hair and gray eyes. He had a handsome, friendly
face...most of the time.
Shannon felt giddy whenever her brother looked at her.
He hadn't been the same person all week. He'd been acting
strange, sometimes mean, sometimes...weird. All of this had
started a week ago, when her parents had left to spend the
summer in Mexico and left her with Mark.
Mark was 18 and old enough to take care of them both.
Shannon was just 11. She'd looked forward to having the
summer with Mark. The two of them were very close. At
least until now, she thought.
Mark had never had a girlfriend, though girls called
all the time and asked him out. Mostly he hung around with
her and her friends, sort of like a chaperon. And they all
liked having him around. He was a lot of fun and like a kid
sometimes.
But all that changed shortly after their parents left.
Mark's behavior first showed itself as they were driving
home from the airport. He'd suddenly pulled over and put
his arms around her, giving her a firm, deep kiss on the
mouth. Mark had kissed her on the mouth before, but they
had always been quick, sweet kisses. This time it was
anything but sweet. Mark shoved his tongue into her mouth
and she nearly gagged. Finally she'd managed to twist away,
nearly in tears. "Stop Mark, please!", she'd begged. He'd
hugged her very tightly, telling her he just wanted to show
how much he loved her. Shannon wanted very much to believe
that, because she loved her older brother. So she'd
accepted it. She'd even let him kiss her again. He was
gentle this time, but the kiss was deep. He'd used his
tongue again, too. Then he'd told her that every time he
kissed her, for the rest of the summer, it was going to be
like that. Shannon accepted it.
From there, everything went downhill. As soon as they
got home, her sweet, loving brother sat her down and ticked
off his "rules" like a drill instructor. She was not to
leave the house without telling him. She was not to tell
anyone what he did to or with her, or anything that went on
at the house, especially not adults, and especially not
their parents!
"You're mine this summer, and you'll do as I say", he
told her. Shannon, still being innocent at her age, had
agreed. Even if Mark was acting funny.
Mark had other things he wanted, as well. She was to
sunbathe for at least one hour per day on the back
porch--nude. Shannon didn't like the sound of that--what if
somebody saw? But she agreed to do it. Further, she was to
shower daily--with him.
Shannon told him no. It was bad enough he wanted her
to sunbathe nude--but take showers with him? Innocent as
she was, Shannon knew something was wrong. She refused to
do what Mark told her.
"Fine. Then when mom and dad call, I'll tell them
you've been bad. And you'll never get that pony you wanted.
Remember?"
Shannon had gasped. Her parents had promised that if
she was good all summer, she'd get a pony for her birthday
in September. A real one she could ride on weekends and
during the summer. But if Mark said she was bad...
She agreed to do what he wanted. Mark had been pleased.
xxx
That night, and the rest of the week, Mark had kept her
at home, letting her see none of her friends, telling them
she was sick. During that time a lot happened to change
Shannon's perceptions of her brother.
Aside from the kissing, showers and sunbathing, Mark
started using swear words around her. He'd never done that
before. His favorite was "fuck". The first time they were
in the shower, he introduced her to his penis, which he
called "Mr. Stiffy". It certainly was stiff, Shannon saw,
as it bobbed in front of her eyes. Mark had explained to
her what was done with it, pointing out the precious parts
of her young body as well.
It was the first time Shannon had actually considered
herself. She was a pretty girl, with golden blonde hair
that fell in teased waves past her shoulders, and green
eyes, like her mom's. Her small body was slender, already
developing curves, her tiny breasts just forming, with the
pink nipples contrasting against her newly tanned skin. Her
tiny slit was flat against her abdomen, her behind small and
tight, and her legs long and shapely.
Shannon had been a little afraid then that Mark might
put his cock, as he called it, into her mouth or her 'cunt',
as he called her slit, while they were in the shower. But
he didn't. He was actually very nice to her.
That first shower, Shannon also had her first orgasm.
Mark had insisted on soaping her down, paying special
attention to her 'cunt'. As his hand played over her, moving
back and forth, then in gentle circles, she'd felt strange
stirrings run up her abdomen, teasing her insides and making
them quiver. She began to pant, her whole body trembling
now. Mark slipped his finger into her. It hurt a little,
but not much, because he didn't go far, but the teasing,
tingling feeling increased.
"What's...happening...?", she panted, leaning against
Mark as her knees grew weak.
"Feel good?", Mark asked.
"Y-Yes!", she panted.
"You're having an orgasm", Mark told her. "Want more?"
"Yes!"
Mark had rubbed a little faster, a little harder, and
the feeling got better, overwhelmed her, and her eyes rolled
up in her head and she collapsed against him, panting and
trembling and out of breath.
When she was finally able to straighten up, Mark showed
her how to do it herself. She plunged her little finger in
as she instructed, feeling around. There was a wall of
flesh in there that stopped her probing, and when she pushed
on it, she hurt. She told Mark. He told her it was her
cherry, and she'd lose it soon enough. He didn't tell her
how. She just assumed it would go away itself.
After the shower, Mark dried her off and took her to
his room, where he had her lay down and then he spread her
legs. This time, he used his mouth down there, and it was
even better.
After that, things were sort of normal. She spent the
afternoon with Mark doing house chores, then he wanted to
play. The game he wanted to play was called Kidnapped.
They'd played it before, lots of times. Mark would pretend
to grab her, then tie her up and gag her. After a while
he'd let her go.
Today was different, though. After he tied her up and
gagged her, he pulled her shorts and panties down and
fingered and sucked her to two orgasms. Shannon found she
liked it. Mark's behavior no longer worried her, in
fact--it was enjoyable. At the time.
Over the next two days, it was pretty much the same.
At night Mark brought home porno tapes, either ones he
rented or ones that came in plain boxes. The rented ones
were of men and women, but the other ones were with girls
like her, sometimes with two or three men. Mark insisted
Shannon play with herself while she watched, so she did.
Just watching gave her a funny feeling.
After a while, though, she noticed that the girls on
the tapes didn't seem to be having much fun, especially when
the men put their cocks in the girls mouths or 'cunts', and
even their behinds! On the last tape, it got even weirder.
In this one the girls were tied up and gagged, and some bled
when the men put their cocks into the girl's 'cunts'. Shannon
could hardly watch. Mark, on the other hand, was getting
very excited. He had taken out his cock and was jerking it
wildly. He came three times, too. He'd told Shannon that
something came out when a man played with it, but she'd
never seen it before!
The first time he came, Mark had scooped it up on his
fingers and told Shannon to lick it off. When she'd
refused, he threatened to say she'd been bad. So she'd
licked it off. It was salty sweet and gooey, but it wasn't
too bad. When Mark had come again, he'd told her to lick it
off his body. She'd done so quickly. She had seen more on
his cock, but he told her not to worry about it yet.
And so it went on, until in one scene, a pretty, dark
haired girl in a brownie scout uniform was led in. She was
bound and gagged but quiet, not crying. Shannon thought she
looked familiar.
"I know her!", she said.
Mark jumped up and switched off the VCR. "Okay, enough
for tonight", he'd announced. "Go to bed."
"But..."
"Go!"
So Shannon went. She'd considered sneaking down to
look again, but didn't want to get Mark mad. Besides, the
films worried her. It was fun doing things with her
brother, whom she trusted--weird as he'd been--but with
strangers, she could never do it.
On the following day, the weirdness got weirder. She
got up to dress and saw that someone had been in her closet.
On closer inspection, she realized all of her pants were
gone, as were all of her long holiday dresses, flip flops
and anything but a few pairs of dress slippers and sneakers.
Her other dresses and shorts were still left, but her tube
tops and tank tops were gone as well. But something else
was there. Several pairs of pantyhose, all sheer nudes,
with holes stitched in front and back. Along with them were
several pairs of white cotton little girl panties, similarly
stitched.
Shannon was wondering about all this when Mark walked
in. Without a word he pointed to the bed. Shannon lay down
and spread her legs for him, and he fingered her roughly to
orgasm. It hurt more than it felt good.
"Now go get some sun, shower and get dressed", he told
her coldly. Shannon did as she was told, then
returned to get dressed. Mark had laid out her
clothes: a pair of the crotchless panties, a pair of
hose, a white long sleeve blouse and vest, a short
denim skirt and white slippers. He watched her while
she dressed, then pushed her down on the bed.
"This first", he told her, pulling out a coil of rope
from his back pocket. He used it to tie her wrists
together behind her back. Grabbing a pair of panties
from her drawer, he stuffed them in her mouth.
Shannon knew what was going to happen next, because of
the tapes last night. She lay there, frozen in horror, as
Mark took his pants down, freeing his huge, hard cock. He
climbed up between his sister's legs and shoved his finger
into her, starting another orgasm, despite her fear.
"I'm going to fuck you, sister", he told her. "Hell, I'm
going to rape you! And this isn't going to be it. No way.
I'm going to do it all summer. And other guys are going to
do it to you. You've teased me long enough, baby sister!"
Shannon screamed, but the gag stopped her. Mark's hips
thrust forward, pushing into her. She screamed again. He
was at her hymen. He thrust once more.
Shannon gasped. It felt like she'd been punched in the
gut. She felt her hymen tear. She felt Mark slide far up
inside of her, deeper than before. And it really hurt.
Her muffled scream was more of a pained moan; the world was
flashing, spinning, moving in and out. Mark was leering at
her, her own brother, moving in and out of her. Raping her.
So that was what this was called, she found herself
thinking. It hurts so bad. The pain was all she was aware
of. Not the tears on her face, not the fact that Mark was
dumping his load of cum in her underdeveloped womb, his
entire body shaking with his own orgasm.
The rape went on for hours, Mark spending himself in
her time and again, to the point that he was actually
hurting himself. She drifted, unaware, until...
The teasing. It was there.
Shannon was suddenly aware of it, among the pain and
the discomfort. That good feeling again, building. Even
though her insides burned, it was there. Mark was moving
slowly now, looking tired. The sun was lower in the sky
where it hung outside her window. Shannon began to moan.
"It's about fucking time", Mark muttered.
Her orgasm hit her with glorious force, washing away
everything. Immediately, she passed out.
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