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The Twelve Commandments - 2 - Thou Shalt Not Pass Up 
Thy Sister
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

Things aren't quite right with Kieran Laker, he seemed 
like the all American kid, but he had a deep dark 
secret itching to get out. (mf-teens, nc, rp, inc, 1st)

***

Author's Note: Despite having clearly stated that these 
were to be a "series of sexually explicit tales," many 
readers have contacted me asking "How will there be a 
part two if the rapist was killed-off in the first 
chapter?" Simple... the stories weren’t ever going to 
be linked! Each is a stand-alone "Commandment." THIS is 
the lesson for today! 

***

Chapter Two: 
Thou Shalt Not Pass Up Thy Sister

Kieran Laker looked alright... it was on the inside, 
that not all his dogs were barking! 

Wasn’t his school work – his grades were pleasing 
enough. Wasn’t his attitude - that was all any parent 
could ask of a seventeen year old at High School. 
Couldn’t even complain that he did drugs or hung out 
with the wrong crowd. No, his problem was diabolically 
simple – he wanted to fuck his little sister and 
nothing, come Hell or high water was going to thwart 
that master plan. 

Naturally, no-one knew about this little aberration, 
most especially young Julie. Just thirteen, you 
couldn’t really blame Kieran for his wannabe incestuous 
shortcomings. Like so many developing thirteen-year 
olds, she was curvy in all the right places now, soft 
shoulder-length brown hair that sparkled with gingery 
flecks in bright sunlight. So fresh-faced and naïve 
with regard to the ways of the world, it quadrupled her 
appeal. 

The ultra short-skirts and little t-shirts she would 
wear around the house were doing little to keep 
Kieran’s lust in check. Never in a million years could 
you ever have said she "put out." So child-like and 
innocent was she, she would smile and give a little 
yelp if he ever caught her coming out of the bathroom 
after a shower with just a towel around her or perhaps 
zipping her school-dress up first thing in the morning 
as she got herself ready and he had caught a momentary 
flash of her undies.

He was looking at her right that moment as she chatted 
on her cell to a friend near the pool. Her warm 
animated expressions as she would laugh and giggle. 
Tossing her hair back in the way that girls do so 
prettily, when they are acting subconsciously, their 
body language betraying the yawning gulf still between 
adult and child. His eyes strayed to her firm little 
rear-end, contained nattily as it was in the lower half 
of her pink bikini. What he would give to be able to 
pull that skimpy piece of satin down and gaze 
unhindered on the sculptured contents beneath. 

Her breasts were coming along even better. Small but so 
beautifully shaped and filling-out her small but tight 
bikini bra to utter perfection. Never for another 
moment in time he realised, could she ever be more 
attractive and more desirable. 

It was killing him!

Worse, she loved her older brother and always took 
whatever opportunity came-up to spend time with him. 
Smiling up at him from her desk whenever he would help 
her with identifying "equal angles," it would never 
have occurred to her he was actually taking in the view 
down her top and wishing to Hell he could free-up, even 
for a few seconds, those hot little brown nipples 
skulking just out of sight there, beneath the edge of 
her frilly bra. They would rag around the pool 
together, she seemingly never having noticed just how 
many times he would have his hands on her bottom as he 
pushed her in. Even if she had realised, she would 
simply have thought it just close brotherly teasing.

How then to accomplish his fantasy, was something that 
Kieran found occupying his mind to an unhealthy degree. 
Opportunity, rather than planning however was to prove 
Kieran’s ultimate benefactor. 

Just a couple of weeks later and at the beginning of 
the summer vacation, the two siblings were left to 
their own devices, both parents taking an extended two-
week break with in-laws in California.

 "No wild parties, no alcohol and when I get back I 
want to see the house in the exact same condition it’s 
in now kids. In a word – behave!" were their mom’s 
parting words. 

Grant Laker surreptitiously slipped his son a folded 
wad of notes. "Just a little something to help with 
expenses Kieran," he grinned. "Oh, and look after your 
baby sister till we get back, right? ...counting on 
you!" 

 "Sure dad... and thanks," he replied. 

As the Blazer reversed out, taking the first left at 
Brooklyn Way headed for the Interstate, Kieran put his 
arms round Julie’s shoulders, the natural warmth of the 
young girl addling his already fractured sense of 
relational normality.

Opportunity is one thing – actually making that trip 
across to the dark side he found, to be quite another. 
The first few days of the holidays, both siblings had 
their own circle of friends to occupy their time and 
minds. Julie had several school-friends over, either 
splashing around the pool or up in her room listening 
to Usher, Jesse McCartney or at a pinch, Avril Lavigne. 

Had not Kieran had his own friends around, he may have 
been tempted to check-out in greater detail not only 
his sister’s skimpy pool-wear but that of her equally 
nubile and transient young friends. As it was, the 
ongoing parade of hot little bikini tops and bottoms 
each displaying delightful clefts at all points of the 
compass, caused more than a few muttered obscenities 
amongst the youthful male contingent. 

The fact that a few of Julie’s friends stayed over the 
first few nights, further dented whatever embryonic 
plans Kieran may have been formulating. One thirteen-
year old, barely tipping the scales at a hundred pounds 
and not even five-four on tip-toes was a manageable 
quantity... sister or not, but four on-site was pushing 
the boundaries of any reasonable handling expectation.

Following Julie’s later acceptance of offers to sleep 
over at her friends’ homes, it was the following 
Tuesday before circumstances saw brother and sister 
finally alone in the family home. Julie had even 
offered to cook her brother his favorite dish – stir-
fry supreme. Kieran had gotten his sister a "special 
treat," a four-pack of Vodka Cruiser, assuming her 
limited to zero experience with any sort of alcohol.

She had been a little apprehensive. "Mom and dad said 
no alcohol Kieran," she giggled.

"Yeah, well what they don’t know isn’t going to hurt 
anyone is it sis?" he replied, hoping against hope she 
would relent and at least try it. 

Fact is, Julie had taken her first few sips of both 
wine and bourbon at a couple of earlier sleepovers and 
had found the experience anything but unpleasant.

"Well I won’t be telling them anything," she smiled at 
him, her expression one of sisterly affection. His, one 
of rampant desperation if the truth be known

The stir fry hit the spot while the vodka levelled the 
playing field. At the point Kieran proposed a toast "To 
the most beautiful sister any brother ever had," Julie 
was making ready to cross that line which wends its way 
between giggly, flirty and just plain uninhibited. He 
leaned across the table and kissed her lightly on the 
lips which if nothing else, cut short the giggles.

"Kieran," she looked at him all wide-eyed, "I’m your 
sister."

"Don’t I know it," he muttered, aware that even now she 
wasn’t far enough "out of it" for him to implement any 
plan. 

Dinner was cleared away and at the point they settled 
comfortably into the high-backed leather lounge to 
watch Troy, Kieran had ensured that Julie was on to her 
fourth Cruiser. He noted with not a little 
satisfaction, that she was now beginning to slur the 
odd word.

"I’ve had enough Kieran," she giggled, as he topped-up 
her glass. Whilst watching Brad Pitt dispatch the 
seven-foot giant Boagrius, Julie cast her brother a 
furtive glance as he sat down beside her – 
unnecessarily close, on so large a lounge.

At the point Kieran’s hand descended to her right leg, 
but inches below the hemline of her skirt, she let out 
a shocked gasp of "Kieran!"

"C’mon Jules," he pleaded, "Let’s see your panties, 
just a quick look – no-one’s going to know." He began 
pushing her skirt up fractionally.

"What’s wrong with you Kieran?" she giggled, pushing 
his hand away. "I’m only thirteen and your sister. You 
shouldn’t be saying or even thinking things like that!" 

The effect of the Cruisers was radically impacting on 
her own judgment and she was unable to prevent a flush 
of excitement from coloring her cheeks at that second.

"I’m sorry Julie," he said, putting his own drink on 
the small coffee table. "You are just so pretty and 
sexy... well, I just can’t help wanting to do stuff 
with you." 

He took a hold of her hand as he spoke. She made little 
or no attempt to disengage it.

"DO stuff?" she queried. "You mean like messing around, 
feeling me up?" she asked incredulously, whilst 
blushing even further.

"Can we Jules?" Even if she didn’t acquiesce, he knew 
he was way past the point of no return and whatever her 
reaction – he was going to have her this night. His 
hand return to the warmth of her thigh, his fingers 
inching up beneath the tight skirt.

Mesmerised, she watched him pushing her hem upwards but 
at the point her blue cotton panties were exposed, she 
gasped and the reality of what was happening, returned 
her a modicum of sobriety.

"Stop it Kieran," she pleaded – as much with her own 
conscience as anything else, "We can’t do this."

The physiological changes being wreaked between her 
brother’s thighs were not about to be denied however 
and pinning his sister against the arm of the lounge, 
he had her skirt up around her waist in seconds.

"No Kieran," she begged, "Let me go." 

She tried to pull the skirt down to cover her fully 
exposed panties that by dint of her struggling, were 
doing no more than highlighting the cleft of her 
virginal labia. The back of her hand in passing brushed 
across the front of her brother’s jeans and she was 
rendered palpably aware of the caged serpent within.

Julie’s choice of a low-cut top had not been a good 
one. Lying almost on top of her now, he noted her small 
breasts as they curved down out of sight and the 
developing cleavage, clearly evidenced as she wriggled 
beneath him. 

He put a hand on her right breast and began fondling 
the delicate mound that for so long had been the focus 
of his left-brain’s activity center. Whatever pleasures 
such illicit behavior might have generated in fantasy 
were magnified ten times over in the real-time. He 
barely noticed her struggles and pleas.

"I’ll scream Kieran," she threatened, as he switched 
hands to her other breast, slipping well inside her bra 
and finding there such softness as he could barely 
comprehend. One knee up between the girl’s legs now, 
her futile squirming was causing her pussy substantial 
friction against her brother’s knee, an eventuality the 
significance of which, had not escaped Kieran.

As he fumbled with her breasts and drew his knee up 
harder between her legs, she did indeed cry out in both 
mortified shock and embarrassment. He quelled her 
rising cries by kissing her hard on the lips. Needing 
to breathe understandably, she had no option but to 
switch to her nasal channels which from Kieran’s 
viewpoint at least was a major plus - the yelling 
stopped.

Whether being kissed, actually lessened her fears of 
being imminently raped or it was simply a case of being 
exhausted and resigned to whatever her brother had 
planned for her from this point onwards, the young girl 
began struggling less. 

Perhaps viewing this as a preliminary indication of 
compliance on his little sister’s part, he continued to 
fondle and abuse the girl’s breasts. It took but a 
moment to free-up both from her bra and top and Julie 
was then further shocked to see just how erect her 
nipples had become. Kieran had already discovered this 
particular physiological actuality.

"Not all bad news sis is it?" he teased her, flicking 
her right breast dead center, whilst backing off from 
her lips momentarily. She gasped at his insensitivity.

"Let me up Kieran," she whimpered, "I promise I won’t 
tell mom or dad if you get off me right now."

He looked down at her and something welling up in his 
brain closed-out any remnants of fraternal compassion 
that may yet have lingered. Most likely his rising 
lust.

Thrusting his right hand up between his sister’s legs 
suddenly, he began rubbing her intimately through the 
thin material. As she screamed out in abject shock, he 
delivered a stinging backhand to the side of her cheek. 
The blow stunned her and she lay almost inert across 
the curved lounge arm. Draped there with her skirt now 
pushed up around her hips, both breasts free of her top 
and her legs quite some way apart, her pussy 
highlighted by the taut material, the scene presented 
itself as temptation incarnate and in less time than it 
would have taken to dial 911, he had his erection out.

Julie was sobbing and barely able to grasp how the 
brother she had always loved and respected could be 
doing this to her. She watched helplessly as he guided 
his weapon of mass destruction between her legs. 

As his right hand slipped between the inside leg of her 
panties she gave a renewed gasp of disbelief. For his 
part, contact now with his sister’s most private 
area...the soft hair that he now encountered, merely 
heightened his criminal intent. He slipped a finger 
into her tight and moderately wet cleft.

"Noooo Kieran," she begged, still sobbing 
intermittently, "Please don’t."

He could put it off no longer and forcing her legs 
apart, simply tugged the panties to one side and 
presented the head of his erection right at the pearly 
gates. Brother and sister both stared downwards. She, 
at her sibling’s inflamed genitals and he, at his 
little sister’s virginal slit, protected as it was on 
all sides by a soft inward slope of tight curly brown 
hair.

He pushed...she screamed.

"That hurts Kieran," she sobbed, "I’m a virgin and 
you’re way too big for me!"

"Jules," he muttered, withdrawing slightly, "I’m going 
to fuck you...may as well get used to that. We either 
do this the hard way or the easy way."

Unfortunately for the teenage girl, there was no easy 
way!

Hymens usually are not comfortably detached from their 
owners at thirteen and Julie’s was no exception. Whilst 
it is quite possible for girls to insert a finger – in 
fact Julie was no stranger to this particular branch of 
self-therapy – an engorged penis demands rather more 
leeway and Kieran’s unfortunately, was at the wrong end 
of the comfort scale.

After a few tentative thrusts and shrieks of pain from 
Julie, Kieran was tiring of social niceties. He had a 
job to do, sexual needs to acquit and many years of 
brotherly lusting to satisfy. 

He rammed home his eight inches of an unforgiving 
penile drill-bit and her maidenhead was vaporised. She 
screamed, only to incur yet another backhander. Inside 
her now, blood mixed with what limited lubrication 
there was on site – far less than was necessary to make 
the experience even partially bearable. So tight was 
she, Kieran groaned from the ecstasy. Nothing he had 
imagined came close to this – finally fucking the sexy 
little pussy that had been teasing him all these years.

With less than no control, he spurted what seemed to be 
white-hot lava up inside her. Despite her tears, she 
felt it. 

"I’m going to get pregnant Kieran," she gasped out 
involuntarily. Just that word impelled him on to 
greater thrusting. That’s what he had to do... get her 
pregnant. His penis was running on auto-pilot! 

Afterwards she just lay there – raped and without 
feeling or dignity. Even as he tugged her panties off 
her, pulling her top from her, ripping her flimsy 
little bra free in his need to get her naked, she could 
muster no resistance.

His testosterone in hyper-drive now, he unzipped her 
skirt and tossing it away looked down at his naked 
little sister. Slim hips and legs, blemish-free skin 
and curves to spare. He pulled her off the lounge and 
on to the carpet.

"No more Kieran, please," she begged.

Mother Teresa could not have softened his heart. 
Forcing her on to all fours, he knelt behind her, 
giving that wondrously sculptured little rear-end a few 
exploratory smacks. She whimpered, but all this 
achieved was to arouse him further. One hand on her 
bottom, he used the other to guide his scalding 
erection up between her legs through which he could see 
filmy strings of white semen dripping out of her young 
pussy. He sighed with pleasure as he sank it deep into 
her again – seemingly tighter than ever this time. She 
gasped but recognised the futility of resistance – he 
was going to fuck her as hard and as often as he 
wanted. 

And fuck her he most certainly did. Reaching under and 
roughly fondling her breasts, she watched his fingers 
pulling at her nipples violently as he thrust into her 
with impunity. She closed her eyes, crying silently as 
he took her without mercy. 

Again she felt the hot spurts and sadly, clutched 
instinctively at her swollen labia as he withdrew from 
her temporarily. Six months after the onset of 
menstruation, this was she knew, her fertile period. 

As she knelt there, shamed, hurt and violated, she felt 
his fingers thrusting crudely up into her vagina. 

"Just stay there... don’t move," he ordered her. The 
fingers delved deeper and the sound of erratic 
breathing close behind her suggested he was now 
masturbating ferociously as he fingered her. 

"Not that Kieran," she cried out suddenly. It was too 
late though. She had felt his fingers bid retreat from 
the intimacies of her vagina, taking the short route, 
following the line of her crack north. Even as he 
pushed one finger into her forbidden channel, she 
begged him to stop. 

The sight was simply too much for him. Seeing his 
finger disappear up to the first joint inside her hot 
little bottom was more than his sanity could hold on 
to, and whatever stock of white lightning he had left, 
arced its way across her curvy little backside.

He would have rubbed it in to her, but for the key 
turning the lock in the front door.


© Peter_Pan http://www.lulu.com/content/166938

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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