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Rape Confessional #1 (MF, bro/sis, inc, ws, rp)
by Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
I don't think of myself as evil, but I might be.
Sometimes there is a line that you cross, an action that
simply can't be forgiven. You may not know it while you
are doing it but upon reflection-you know something has
changed. There is a grit associated with you, a slight
stench, and you know you can never really be clean again.
Ever since that day I have had trouble looking people in
the eye. I think a part of me knew I wasn't as good as
they were. It really is not fair. I have certainly done
things in the heat of the moment, in the heat of passion,
that I know are wrong...but I just could not help myself.
To be honest, it's not always my fault.
Sometimes other people intentionally set me off, I don't
know why-but they do. I guess that's really how this mess
all got started. I don't think I am evil, yet, but I am
no longer clean.
As I walked into the church, a strange feeling washed
over me. God was here, this was HIS house and He knew
what I had done. We both did, and I did not want to meet
him. I did not belong here. But I had to talk to someone,
anyone. I don't have a lot of money so I can't afford a
shrink. Besides I'm not sure there is anything wrong with
me mentally. I needed someone I could trust, someone who
would never tell another soul about it. Someone who would
rather die than betray me. And hey, if their services
were free-"Shit yeah, even better!"
I am not catholic but I knew enough to know one of their
priests would be perfect. I needed someone to tell me
everything would be ok, to listen, and care.
That was not what I got.
Father Ronald was a good priest. That was rare enough.
But he was also a good man. He understood that people
were human, that we made mistakes and all fall short of
the free gift of God's love. He saw himself as a teacher,
one who would patiently, lovingly lead his flock back
from despair. His job was to walk beside them to provide
support, guidance and yes even discipline when necessary.
He was a gentle man, but like Jesus he had a temper, a
righteous zeal for God's word that he could not, no WOULD
not ever hide. He saw the large man with the dark eyes
enter his church. The young man was troubled. He also
looked like he might smell when he got a little closer.
Father Ronald chastised himself briefly for making
negative judgments about a person. But they were alone in
the church and as the 6ft 3in man stalked towards him, he
could not help but feel a trickle of fear. He tried to
compensate.
"Good day my son, is there anything I can do to help?" In
a voice that was rusty from lack of use the Rapist said,
"um, ahem yes sir, I need to talk to someone. I need
help". Father Ronald led him to the confessional without
a word.
They each entered the small wooden booth, and were
separated by a thin, mesh screen.
"I am not catholic, I've never done this before...if we
just talk will it still work? Can you forgive me? Will
you still have to keep it private? Nobody else can know",
he asked in rapid fire.
Father Ronald was slightly alarmed. There were some
limits to the confessional seal. He wanted to be honest.
"As long as nobody is in imminent danger I will not
discuss any aspect of our conversation. If you had say,
placed a bomb I would warn the police that it was about
to go off. If you have engaged in criminal actions I may
ask you to confess your crimes before granting
absolution. But I will not turn you in. I swear in the
name of my god, and by the holy oaths I took to do his
will."
John was concerned. There were too many loopholes. He did
not want the police involved at all. Then it came to him.
"I will tell you what happened, but understand I am very
confused by all of this. Some of my story is
hypothetical, some is only fantasy. Portions are all
true, but I need your help to sort it out."
Father Ronald agreed to listen. John began to speak. He
told much of his story as if he was a detached observer
only.
"I don't know where to begin...there is a woman I know, I
think I hurt her. Technically I did something sexual to
her, but she does not know it. The woman is my little
sister, and she did sort of ask for it to happen. Wait a
minute I'm not saying this very well. Let me try again.
Susan is 19 years old; she is 3 years younger than I am.
She is so pretty, with light blonde hair, and the bluest
eyes you have ever seen. She has this soft, breathy voice
that could make a guy hard from across the room, and she
naturally smells like lilac flowers and raw sex.
When I was 13 I used to fool around with her a little.
Nothing really bad, just wrestling, and stuff. Sometimes
I'd tickle her until she pissed herself. I'd run my hands
all over her body making her squeal. I think I gave her
the first orgasm when she was 10. We were wrestling and I
pinned her. I held her arms over her head and felt myself
get hard as I rubbed my cock into her pussy (through our
clothes). She kept begging me to let her up but I
wouldn't.
I thought she was going to pee on herself but suddenly
she started shaking, and bucking her hips against me. She
was breathing really fast. I came in my pants, while she
squirmed underneath me.
That was the first time for both of us. I knew she wanted
more, but I was scared my parents would find out.
Afterwards Susan would still sit in my lap and watch TV,
we'd hug and kiss goodnight-and I'd get hard, and I
believe she got wet-but we never went that far again.
I got a girlfriend when I was 14 and was soon having sex
all the time...so it was easier to control myself. It was
10 years before I wanted to fuck my sister again. She was
in college, and I have a small apartment nearby. She went
to a frat party and got drunk (drugged?) so she called me
to pick her up. When I got there she was really out of
it.
There were frat-boys all around her and I had the feeling
they were working up the nerve to do something. She was
lying on this couch, her legs were spread open and guys
were talking about her like she was a cheap slut. I
walked in picked her up and left so fast they did not
have time to figure out what was going on. By the time I
got her inside my apartment she was completely
unconscious.
I took her shoes off, and then for some reason decided to
undress her to make her comfortable. I pulled her silk
top off, and looked at her flimsy purple bra. I could see
her nipples peeking through. I felt myself get hard.
Next I pulled her skirt off of her. I accidentally pulled
her panties down too. Suddenly my sweet smelling, sexy
little sister was laying in my bed, unconscious, with her
legs spread and juicy, wearing only a flimsy lace bra. I
was horny, she was out of it, and would never know so I
figured, why not!
First I took that fucking bra off so I could suck on her
perky, pear shaped little titties. I know you probably
have no idea how good a sweet, salty young tit tastes,
but take my word for it, it's fucking unbelievable.
Knowing that it was my little sister's made it even more
exciting. That she was mine, completely helpless.
I licked it, nibbled on her soft tit meat for a long
time. I buried my face in her bosom and inhaled the scent
of her, reveled in the special warmth that a woman gives
only from her center. I don't think I have ever been so
close to Susan as I was then. I was completely at peace.
In the back of my mind I knew it was wrong... but this
was a once in a lifetime opportunity, I had to go for it.
Any man would have done the same thing.
I wanted to taste every crack, every delicious little
crevice on my drunken sister. I wanted to lap at her wet
cunt, to drink her essence in. I positioned her body into
an "X". I couldn't help licking her underarms for several
minutes. She smelled so musky and sweet. The unique
fragrance of soap, and sweat, and sex and sweet, sister
Susan was intoxicating. I got my Polaroid out and began
taking pictures.
She looked so happy as I explored her fresh, young body,
I was glad I could give her pleasure. I had taken 20
pictures when I realized there was something much better
to record our first time together. I ran to the hall
closet and got my video camera. It took a couple of
minutes to set it up but it was worth it.
Susan's breasts, and armpits tasted so delicious I needed
more of her. After all this would have to last a
lifetime. I began kissing her beer soaked mouth. Slowly I
moved to her neck and sucked where her adamsapple would
have been. For some reason I wanted to leave my mark on
her, to brand her as my property-so all would know. I
could not resist licking the underside of her breasts.
The sweat seemed to collect there, so it was a special
treat. Reluctantly I moved down to her flat little tummy
and began tonguing her belly button cave. Her stomach
gave these involuntary shudders, and I couldn't help but
to smile. Finally I reached her curly little blonde bush.
I wanted a close up of that do I spread her legs even
wider and zoomed in with the camera to capture her
pretty, puffy, pussy lips from every angle. I put the
camera back down and just had to have a taste. I put us
in a 69 with me on top. I liked the idea of my fat smelly
cock poking her in the face while I ate my baby sister's
snatch. I finally got her clit to come out and I sucked
it lovingly for a long time.
Suddenly for the second time in 10 years I made Susan
cum. She dripped and dribbled and oozed her fuck fluids
all over my bed. She wasn't the least bit shy, or
embarrassed about cumming in front of her own brother.
I'm not saying she was a slut, she just couldn't help
herself. I'm not judging her, after all I love her.
I sucked and slurped and sipped her pussy as fast as I
could. I did not want to miss a single drop. By now I was
really hard. I was ready to fuck her. I had my first
serious doubt. Sucking her tit, and licking her pussy was
one thing. I could rationalize it away. It was
inappropriate sure, but it was not really sex. It was
more like innocent fun.
I know if I had done this first, gone straight for her
pussy meat I would probably have stopped. But because I
took my time, built up to it, anticipated it --now there
was no way I was going to stop. It was wrong, and I knew
it, but I didn't fucking care.
This was ...sin. I chose to fuck her anyway.
Her pussy smell was so sweet, so fucking good. Susan's
taste was in my mouth, and I wanted to fuck her. It was
as simple as that. I took my cock head and lined it up
with my sister's vaginal slit. I rubbed her clit hard
with my dick, pressing her button, making her cum over
and over. It was like a game. She was my hot little sex
toy and I enjoyed playing with her pussy.
She was so wet I slid right in. Her cunt was warm, it fit
me so snug. It felt like she had a fever. I knew that we
were made for each other. I rubbed her clit and manually
stimulated her, while sucking on her fat little nipple
stubs. I wanted to see how many times I could make Susan
cum. At first I was barely fucking her.
I just rammed myself as deep as I could and held it there
enjoying her heat, and contractions. The power that I had
over her was delicious. Every once in a while I'd grind
myself into her deep and hold it. The tight contractions
that her pussy gave as she spasamed were amazing. It was
like a velvet glove that kept making a fist.
Her breathing came in these pants, she was soaked in
sweat, and her body was shivering and squirming
underneath me. Finally I knew I could not hold out any
longer. I began fucking, rutting, ramming my little
sister's cunt, as hard as I could.
I think I lost control at some point, and wanted to wake
her up. A sick part of me wanted to see her eyes open
with her brother balls deep inside her, sucking her tits,
and a video camera recording it all. I began shaking her
violently, calling her name as I pounded her cunt, trying
desperately to wake her up before I came.
Just before I spewed my salty cream, I pulled out and
sprayed it all over her face. Then I played with my
spunk, positioning it evenly all over her eyelids, nose,
and finger feeding it into her mouth, smoothing it all
over her pretty lips.
After resting for a couple of minutes I got the camera
and took a close up of her cum covered, face. I wanted
some special audio to go with those final moments, so I
could always remember:
"Susan, I love you. I love your tits, and your sweet ass,
and your warm cunt, and your salty belly button and your
fuzzy armpits. I love how tight you are, and how sweet
you smell. You look so precious laying here with my cum
dripping, and drying, forming a flaky crust on your face.
Do you like the taste of my cum in your mouth? Are you a
cum-slut honey? Do you need my cock baby, your brother's
nasty dick? Even though I pulled out, there is a chance
you may be carrying your big brother's son. This night is
ours. For this one night you are MINE! I OWN YOU!" I said
as I cupped her sex, and played with her ass.
I raised her butt in both hands and lifted her sticky
cunt to my face. I kissed and licked and sucked and ate
my sister's cunt until she came again. I left my face
buried in her thighs and slowly breathed her in. I
belonged here, and I knew it. My hands reached up to wrap
around her tits passively but I left my face in her cunt.
I blew a raspberry on her pussy lips, just for fun. I was
sticky with her cum and sweat as it dripped on to me. At
some point I dozed off. Not quite asleep, but just
content, and warm and safe, in my sister's pussy.
Finally I got a washcloth and some paper towels and
cleaned her up. I put her panties back on and dressed her
in an old nightshirt. I took the pictures and videotape
and hid them in my closet. I sprayed Lysol in the room
and then opened the windows to get the sex smell out. I
tucked her in my bed, gave her tits one last playful tug,
locked and then closed the door. I got a pillow and
blanket and went to sleep on the couch. Like any loving
brother would."
Father Ronald sat in stunned silence at what he had
heard. The raw sexuality and coarse, vulgar descriptions
offended his sensibilities. He said a brief prayer to the
lord asking for the wisdom and patience to touch the
heart of the sinner before him. There must be some good,
some shred of conscience and morality for him to come to
this church seeking guidance. He would nurture that tiny
flicker, fan it, pour God's love onto it, until it was a
raging fire that burned away the dross of filth and base
debauchery and left a pure, clean, shining metal of true
repentance and remorse.
"That's quite a story son. We have a lot to talk about.
It may be easier if we were on a first name basis. My
name is father Ronald, if you are more comfortable, since
you are not catholic, you may call me Father, or even
Ron. What is your name?"
No way I was telling him my real name, even if he was a
priest. I decided to use the nickname most people called
me since childhood.
"My name is Jaz," I said in a quiet voice.
"Jaz I am very concerned about you. You have done some
truly horrific things. I won't pretend to understand your
motivations yet. This was your sister, your own flesh and
blood. To take advantage of her was not only wrong, it
was perverted. She loves and trusts you and you betrayed
her in the worst way. Your very soul is at stake. If you
die in such a state of gross sin, you will burn in hell
for all eternity. Whether you repent or not, for the rest
of your life, for all eternity you will be known as a
rapist, an abuser of the innocent, of your own Sister.
But all is not lost. You see Christ shed his pure,
precious blood, he died an agonizing, sacrificial death
so that sinners might have hope. Jesus loves you, even
you, and wants you to repent of your wicked deeds. "
I was beginning to get a little angry, and was wondering
if I had made a mistake in coming here. All I was looking
for was a little comfort, a dollop of human kindness and
understanding. I did not need a lecture or threats about
going to hell. I felt guilty enough about what I had
done. But come on I had not really hurt my sister! Her
life had gone on unchanged. She had no idea what I had
done. I was still her loving brother who she trusted.
That is what was so frustrating. She woke up the next
morning with a hangover and an all over body ache. She
came out to the couch and asked me where I kept my
aspirin. I got her 3 and a glass of juice. After a few
minutes she came up behind me in the kitchen and gave me
a tight hug.
"Thanks for coming to my rescue last night. I think
somebody must have spiked the punch at the party. I was
half expecting to wake up naked and surrounded by naked
frat-boys. It was such a relief to find myself safe in my
big brother's bed. I could smell you, your cologne on the
sheets, your scent was all over me, all over your room. I
knew where I was before I opened my eyes. I got lucky
this time, I am never losing control like that again.
Thanks Jaz. I love you", she said as she hugged me tight,
pressing into me from behind.
I could feel her warm, soft tits on my back and enjoy her
crotch rubbing against my ass. I wanted to turn around
and hold her properly, but my cock was hard and I
couldn't. In the days that followed, I was no longer
satisfied with the role of big brother. When she hugged
me or gave me a peck on the cheek I wanted to grab her
and fuck her like she was my woman, my property. I wanted
to strip her and spread her and lick her and sniff her,
and drink her cum. I knew it was wrong but I just could
not help myself.
The pictures and video sure didn't help. I saw her hot
little naked body respond to my touch over and over
again. Whenever I wanted, I had proof! Susan, belonged to
me. There is no way a woman can cum that many times
without loving you on some level. I knew that.
For some reason she wouldn't allow herself to admit how
she really felt. The frustration, the closeness and the
video evidence combined to make a dangerous situation.
I can see now that the priest had gotten the wrong idea.
He thought I felt guilty about making love to my sister
while she slept. I guess I did a little, but after all
she did not even know I did it, I mean shit, and how
guilty was I supposed to feel about that! I had to try
explaining it better, I had to make him understand why I
had really come to him. Why I needed his help.
He was still pissing, and bitching and moaning about my
eternal soul and John 3:16, and some other shit, I think
he switched to Latin for a while, and was talking to some
chick named Mary. I don't know, it did not make a whole
lot of sense. I had to get him back on track. "Uh Ron,
hey Ronald excuse me, but I wasn't really finished yet.
Don't you think you'd better hear the whole story before
you send me to hell, or forgive me?"
Father Ronald got really quiet. What kind of man was
sitting before him? How could there be more? My god he
had videotaped the rape of his sister! He was obviously
aroused by what he had done. This was not going to be
easy. Reaching a man like Jaz would be impossible, if he
did not have the help of the almighty. Father Ronald was
strong in his faith. He would find a way to help this
man. God would not have brought them together if there
was no hope.
"I'm sorry my son, please continue", he said in his
mildest tone. John explained how his lust, and obsession
grew every day, how his frustration began to consume him.
Eventually, pictures, and videos, and memories of his
little sister, just were not enough. He needed more. It
was selfish and even a little cruel but Jaz tried to be
honest, he was no hypocrite.
"As much as I wanted to fuck my sister again, to hear he
scream, and beg, to hold her down while I stripped her
and fucked her...I don't think I could have if it wasn't
for my mom. It was about a month after I first fucked
Susan. Spring break was coming up and Susan was coming
home from school. Two days before she got home mom's
sister had a heart attack. She was flying out to be with
her. Dad insisted on going with her. Mom wanted me to
make the two-hour drive home and spend some time with
Susan, so she would not be alone. I don't know where the
lie came from. It was inspired, instinctive.
"Sorry mom but I can't get away. I have a project at work
due and I have to stay here. I'll call her though and
check up on her from time to time. Now don't worry about
us, Aunt Beth needs you now. I love you mom."
My parents caught a plane Friday morning. I went to work
as usual, at 5:30 I got off then I started my car checked
to make sure my rape kit was in the back seat, and made
the drive to my parent's house. I parked my car in the
grocery store parking lot around the corner from my
house, and called Susan on my cell phone, we chatted for
around 20 minutes and I said I was sorry I could not make
the drive down. I told her to call me if she got lonely.
I was going out but would have my cell phone on. We hung
up and I walked home.
I climbed the back fence and unlocked the door. I then
put my ski mask on, and the 4-inch lifts to my shoes. I
doused my self with cheap perfume, to disguise my scent.
I walked in to the house, and could hear the stereo
playing in Susan's room. I climbed the stairs and entered
her room. She had her eyes closed and was singing "Say my
name, say my name", or something like that. I turned off
the stereo. She opened her eyes and looked up at the 6ft
7inch monster towering over her. Fear and respect were
written on her face. I think she knew right away that a
man like me would not be denied.
"Oh my god, please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me,"
she begged in a humble, breathless voice.
I backed her up against the bed and made her sit down
without saying a word. I pulled out my black masking tape
from my rape bag and wrapped several layers around her
eyes. I then taped her ears, just enough to help muffle
my voice. It was perfect! She could not see me, or hear
my voice clearly. Her rapist was 4 inches taller than I
was. Not to mention her loving brother was 150 miles
away, she had just talked to me on the phone.
I quickly undressed.
Susan was wearing a sheer satin baby doll nighty. She
looked so sexy, I almost left it on her but...I wanted to
see her naked flesh, to feel the heat coming from her
skin. I would allow nothing to come between her body, and
mine. I had the right to see every inch of my sister, she
would show me all of her, her most intimate secrets would
be open to me. I pulled it off of her slowly.
Susan was shaking, little whimpers and shivers escaped
her lips. I wanted to make this last, I wanted to make my
sister cum for her rapist, to want me, to need me. I made
her lay flat on her back, naked on her bed. Her chest was
rising rapidly and her sweet nipples were erect from
fear. I needed to kiss her, to possess her tasty wet
mouth.
I covered her with my body, and began kissing her slowly,
tenderly, lovingly. I did not want her to catch her
breath. I kept telling her how beautiful she was, how
badly I needed her. I licked and sucked and nibbled on
her mouth for 20 minutes. I kept instructing her to kiss
me back. I did not curse, or scare her. This was my
little sister and I would never hurt her. I got an urge
to feel more of her, so I pulled her into my lap and sat
up. I just held her warm naked body for a long time. She
could not see, or hear but she could feel me.
If you have never just held a beautiful woman you don't
know what you are missing. It was so romantic. I gently
cupped her breasts. My fingers were lightly tracing her
fat nipples. Every once in a while she would ask me to
stop, to let her go. She was crying prettily the way
women do when they are extremely sad, or happy.
I know it is not PC but-well I enjoyed hearing her cry as
I prepared to make love to her. In a weird way it was
exciting. I softly kissed her neck and hugged her closer.
I assured her that she belonged to me, and I would never
let her go. My dick was pressing into her bottom hard and
soon, I knew that I had to taste her. I positioned my
sister on her stomach and gently spread her ass open. Her
anal scent was intoxicating. I bent close to her and
sniffed her deeply.
Soon I began licking, and tonguing her ass. She struggled
at first, so I stopped and massaged her sweet ass for a
while. Susan had a fat, juicy handful, and it was perfect
for kneading and licking. I kept telling her that it
would be ok, that I would not hurt her. I felt her calm
down, slowly. Susan was beginning to trust me, to accept
my right to her body.
I peeled her ass open again and she allowed me to happily
munch on her butt flesh, until she came. I did not let
her relax. I sat up again and made her straddle my lap,
facing me. My cock was bumping around between her thighs.
I was kissing her, sucking her tongue into me.
Gradually she kissed me back. I squeezed her breasts
together and rubbed them hard. I think she came again. It
was time. I wanted to fuck my Susan. I asked her for
permission. I could tell that she wanted me to...but she
said no. She started begging me not to fuck her. She was
so cute with her pussy dripping naked, and wet on my lap,
my hard cock inches away.
Shit, did she really think I wasn't going to fuck her
silly?! Ha ha, tee hee,(giggle, giggle snort, snort) God
how I loved my goofy little sister. I hugged her tight
and bent down to suck on her nipples for a little while.
Then I put her hand on my cock and made her help me guide
it into her vagina. She struggled a little bit as I
filled her, but I made her sit down on me, and soon I was
balls deep. She tried to get off my lap but I held her in
place where she belonged. I sat completely still, trying
for control. This was not going to be a selfish act. I
wanted to bring Susan pleasure too. I found her clit and
lightly brushed it with my fingertips. I kept repeating
the phrase, "I love you baby, you're so good, just relax,
let me have you. Shh, you have to honey, you have to, let
me love you."
She squealed in dismay as another orgasm slipped out of
her. Clit/tit stimulation works very well on my little
sister. There was a steady cum trickle, streaming out of
her now. I needed to kiss her some more so I did, while
pulling her snug down into my lap, onto my throbbing
cock. I devoured her pink little tongue and sucked her,
while slowly fucking her sloppy cunt.
I could hear Susan squishing, and sloshing with my precum
and her own succulent juices. A part of me wanted to rip
her pussy apart, to pound her nice and hard, and nasty. A
small dark part of me wanted to hear her shriek, howl, to
lick the fear from her body to drink in her screams, and
feast on her pain. I kind of liked it when she said no,
and I forced her to succumb to me anyway.
She was so submissive. From the very beginning she had
only put up a token resistance. She knew she was mine for
the taking, mine for the raping. If I wanted to I knew I
could hurt Susan, I could fuck her till she bled. I
wanted to spank her, break her, to hear her sobbing out
of control. But I did not do that. No matter how sick my
fantasies are, I know the reality. I do love Susan, I
want to take care of her and make her happy. Her body
brings me great pleasure, and I enjoy returning the
favor. I sucked Susan slowly, rubbing her, loving her to
a final massive orgasm that I shared.
My cum came in a warm flood, that bathed her pussy in her
brother's sincere appreciation. She collapsed in my arms
and we fell asleep.
I woke up first (good thing!).
I couldn't believe that I was horny again, but I was. I
kissed Susan awake, and led her to our parent's large
sunken bathtub. I applied some more tape and played in
Susan's pussy while we waited for the tub to fill with
steaming hot water. I helped her get in. It was too hot
for her and she wanted to get out but I insisted. I held
her tight against me and told her not to move, she
groaned and cried for a while but finally got used to it.
I pulled her up in my lap and slipped my dick inside of
her to help her relax. I told her to kiss me, to make
love to me. She tried. Susan did kiss me a little and rub
my chest, but she just would not ride me, fuck herself on
my cock properly. I was starting to get a little pissed.
I decided to give her some incentive.
"Fuck me good baby or I am going to rape your pretty
little ass next." Of course I would never have done it
(um, at least I don't think I would). But it worked.
Susan began humping me hard, kissing and sucking me
wildly.
I met her thrust for thrust. It didn't take long for me
to cum inside her again. I wrapped her tight in my arms
and we soaked in the tub for about a half hour. I helped
my sister use the bathroom and then fixed her something
to eat. I made love to her 6 more times that weekend. I
got to know every inch of her body.
I took my Polaroid out and took several nasty pictures of
Susan. I have a lovely shot of her blindfolded, on her
knees, crying, while sucking my cock. My favorite is the
one where she is on all fours, holding her ass wide open
for me. I also set up my brand new hand held video camera
and got hours of film. I warned her that if she went to
the police the pictures would be released. She agreed to
keep things between us.
Susan cooperated, she sucked my cock, and let me eat her
pussy several times. I fucked her cunt, missionary and
doggie style. She let me eat her sweet ass over and over
but...she never quite initiated our love making, and that
hurt. Sometimes she would cry and ask when I would let
her go, but I knew deep down she loved me, she had to! I
know I had technically raped my sister, even though she
had wanted me, she did say "no" and I know, no means no,
no matter what she really wanted.
That bothered me. I mean I loved her and she was so
selfish, she could not give me that simple satisfaction,
the sheer pleasure of knowing the woman you loved, loved
you in return. I really believed at some point it would
stop being a rape, and just be love. Maybe I was fooling
myself. A pat of me began to wonder if all her caresses,
all of her sucking and fucking had been fake. I had seen
Harry met Sally so I know women can fool a man into
believing he is loved even though they really despise him
and are laughing at him.
Ultimately that realization is what made me leave. If
Susan could be so insensitive, so callous, after I had
been so gentle...maybe it was time to rethink our
relationship.
It was time to go. I used an entire roll of masking tape
and secured her naked to the chair, to slow her down. I
packed my bag, and cleaned up as best I could. I gave
Susan a long, hot kiss goodbye and gave her tits and clit
a bittersweet caress.
I had my cell phone on but did not get a call as I went
down the interstate. I made the 2 hr return trip in 95
minutes. I was watching TV in my apt when the phone rang.
"Hey Susie, I was just thinking of you kiddo how are yah
doing, bored out of your mind I bet", I joked in a
teasing voice.
"Jaz...can you come home, NOW. I need you. Something bad
has happened, something really bad, " she said as her
voice cracked and she began to cry. "Jaz, someone broke
in, and, and he hurt me. I was attacked. He, ruh, ruh,
raped me!" I could hear the pain in my sister's voice and
I realized that I was responsible for her suffering. I
never meant for her to be hurt. I felt tears well up
within me and soon I was crying too. I realized that I
could have prevented this, I should have been there to
protect her. In the days that followed my sister's rape
became real to me. I was determined to get her through
this.
"Oh Susie, honey I am so sorry, I'll be there as fast as
I can. Do you want me to tell mom and dad?"
"No! you can't tell anyone. This is just between us. Jaz
I need you, only you. I am so scared. Please hurry."
I drove home and soon I was holding my trembling little
sister. She had been crying for hours. It was strange, I
did not feel the least bit sexual to her now. I was able
to hold her close, to press into her, to kiss her cheek,
and did not even get hard. Her body snuggled up close to
me, she nestled against me for warmth and protection. I
promised her everything would be all right. By the time
our parents got home on Tuesday night Susan was
presentable.
She had a great idea too.
It was costing my parents $15,000 a year for her to live
on campus. For half that she could move in with me. I
would get a larger Apartment, and we'd live together.
Well Father, what do you think, is there hope? Do you
understand why I came to you? I did not mean to hurt my
sister. I thought somehow she liked it, somehow she knew
it was me and enjoyed it. I know now that I was wrong. I
did not make love to my sister. I raped her. It was an
accident. Can god love a person like me?"
Father Ronald was a good, kind priest. But he had limits.
He was god's vessel but he was still human. Hate seeped
into his heart, righteous rage colored his actions for
just a moment. If he had it to do over again, if he had
taken a moment to pray...well things might have been
different. "What kind of vile creature are you. What have
you done. You dare to taint this church, this holy temple
of the most high God!? You are wicked and beyond
redemption! You are evil and are going to the lake of
fire, there will be the weeping and gnashing of your
teeth for all eternity. I cannot help scum like you. Get
out, get OUT, GET OUT!!" he shrieked in near hysteria.
I had come to god for help, for understanding and
forgiveness and this is what I got. I felt like beating
the shit out of that fucking priest. Who did he think he
was talking to me like that. I have never been so angry
in my life. I was seething, boiling, waiting to erupt,
wanting to explode. I left his church that night, and
turned my back on god forever. A part of me admitted that
as much as I wanted absolution, I knew it was a long
shot. What I secretly wanted was confirmation from the
good father.
Was I evil?
Yes I am!
There is a freedom that comes when you admit that. A rush
of power that suffuses your body. I felt it bubble up
inside of me and pour out in joyous laughter. All the
guilt and tears, and sadness and self-doubt-that shit was
gone. I fucked my sister because she was hot, and tasty
and sexy. Period. I don't care if she is my baby sister
or not. I like fucking her. Her tits taste sweet. I enjoy
sucking on them. She is so warm and snug in my arms, she
belongs with me, her body is a perfect fit. I love every
whimper, how she struggles, and recoils from my touch.
Susan's pussy needs a hard cock in it. I truly believe
she won't be happy unless she is crammed full of my dick
meat. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to
dominate her completely. I wanted to shove my fat 8
incher up her juicy little ass and hear her scream, beg,
pant, cry-for release, for a mercy that would never come.
Over the next few days I immersed myself in my new video
collection. As I played Susan's rapes over and over in
living color, I realized one thing was missing.
I wanted her to know it was me.
I needed her to know how badly she had been betrayed. I
knew it would break her, it would fracture her psyche.
When she was completely devastated, utterly humiliated I
would reach out my hand and claim her as my own. Susan
belonged to me, and it was time she learned it. Every day
that she lived with me, slept in my apt, in the room down
the hall, I resisted the urge to rape her. Every day that
she was naked and wet in my shower, I wanted to walk in
the bathroom, open the door and drag her screaming, with
shampoo in her eyes to my bed.
It would be delicious to see the shocked look on her
face, those beautiful eyes swelling with tears, in
denial, and pain and anger, and finally sweet acceptance.
I had fought the desire to become truly, irrevocably evil
as hard as I could, but now that fucking priest showed me
it did not matter. I was already lost, beyond hope.
Tonight would be the night I made her mine forever. Susan
would learn her place, there was no doubt about that. But
dear Father Ronald had lessons to learn too. I would make
him pay dearly for his cruelty. I would find a way to
make him curse god, to hate his precious church, and
renounce his vows.
A wicked smile warmed me as I unlocked my Apartment door.
My sister was making dinner for us. She saw me come in
and smiled. I came up behind her and hugged her around
her waist. She relaxed in my arms for a moment. Susan
looked over her shoulder and into my eyes. I saw the
love, the trust of my only sister staring back at me. I
smiled and cupped both of her breasts. She was still
looking at me, I watched her expression change. She did
not even struggle as disbelief and utter denial rocked
her to her core.
The light in her eyes went out.
"No! No, no!" was all she could say as her voice trailed
off to a whisper.
"Susan, we have to talk," I said gently as I massaged her
nipples, held her close and poked her in her yummy little
butt, with Jaz junior.
(Not) The End.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Um, hi there. We meet again. This story might be a
little, er offensive to some of my more religious
readers. There are groups of good, pure people who wade
through the erotic story sites, for no other reason than
to tell me that Jesus loves me, and to save my soul. You
may not be able to tell from this story(or the next one
in this series) but I have nothing against religion. I am
not catholic and to my knowledge have never even talked
to a priest.
I'm just having a little fun. I really do understand that
cursing a priest is bad. Threatening one is very bad.
Raping your sister, well it's not as bad as raping your
priest, but it is bad too. I get that. John/Jaz is a mean
old Mr. Stinky pants.
Kids under the age of 12 should not read this story
because of the cuss words used. Kids over the age of 12
must have the story read to them by their parents or a
legal guardian.
I'll say it, because I feel I have to: this story is not
true. It is false, a big fat lie. I made it up. I have an
imagination, and I used it. There are no pictures. I will
not send them to you. Please don't ask.
There, now I can rest easy.
Drop me a line at jaz1701@webtv.net
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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