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My life
by Kristina (fillyjonk2012@hotmail.com)
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A girl's life is ruled by a brother who fucks her and
a brother that hates her. (mmf-teens, youths, inc,
reluc)
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One of the earliest memories I have is watching my
oldest brother masturbate. We were both lying under
the sheet on his bed and he was nude. He was showing
me his willy and he made it go from small to big and
he was rubbing it all over. I remember there was
sunlight on the sheet and it was really warm and cosy.
I was 3 and he was 12. His name’s Peter.
I saw him do that a lot. I don’t remember dad ever
catching him with me. As I got older, he did more and
more things to me. He would get me to take my pants
off and he’d spread my legs out and sit between them.
He’d look at me while he played with himself. I
remember him licking my skin down there. He used to
show me the stuff that came out of him when he was
finished playing and he would cuddle me and I loved it
when he did that.
When I was about 5, he tried to get me to lick his
skin down there but I said no. I remember that he gave
me a 2 dollar note and said I could keep it if I
licked him, and he talked me into it, and I did it to
him. I remember that I had to do it a lot to him after
that. I didn’t let him finish playing on my face or
near my mouth. I hated the taste of it. I wasn’t
allowed to tell anyone about what we did or the police
would take him away and he said I’d be left alone with
my dad and other brother, and then no one would read
me stories, play with me, cuddle or watch cartoons
with me.
What he said was very much the truth. My dad was 49
when I was born and a German immigrant. He was an
unemotional creature and was incapable of telling me
that he loved me. He was all business and no play. He
was in the Hitler Youth in WWII. Up until I was about
8, my father’s sister, my auntie, used to babysit me
and to a certain degree, my brothers. After I turned
8, my oldest brother was made to stay home and babysit
me and our auntie didn’t visit us very much after
that.
He used to torment our other brother, Michael, who was
3 years younger than him. Mike would then torment me
to relieve the anger created from being the victim of
Peter. Mike and I have never gotten along. Peter was
the only person who showed me affection and loved me
and wanted to spend time with me, albiet in a very
wrong way.
In school, in grade 2, I remember getting caught by a
teacher after I got 4 boys to pull their pants down
and show me their willies. I had to see the Headmaster
about it and I was really scared he would tell dad. I
don’t know if that ever happened.
I remember Peter showing me magazines that were dad’s.
He’d show me photos of nude ladies who were really
pretty, and he’d look at me without my pants on and
lick me. He’d cum on me and then wipe it off with a
towel. When I was about 8 in 1984, he started showing
me sex videos that he found in dad’s bedroom. I didn’t
like them at first because I thought the girls in the
movies were getting hurt. I remember feeling really
hot between my legs when I watched the nude people
lying on top of each other. Peter would always orgasm
when we watched them. I think Dad used to get a new
video every week almost because we watched a lot of
them.
When it was 2 or 3 days before my 9th birthday, Peter
had intercourse with me. In a courtroom, it would be
rape but I tend not to dwell on that too much because
I forgave him for it a long time ago. He just wanted
me so badly, he couldn't stop. He was watching a sex
movie and he got me to lie on top of him with my
clothes off.
He made me lie so that he could masturbate onto my
pussy lips and the cheeks of my bottom while my head
lay on his chest. I had long hair and he always said
he liked to feel it on his skin. He played this way a
lot when we watched movies. I couldn’t actually see
the television but he could. He asked me if I wanted
to try for real, and do what the grown up girls were
doing in the movie. He said it would be okay and I’d
really like it and it’d be really special for him and
he’d feel really good. I remember believing him and
saying ok. He got something wet and put it all over
his cock.
I remember his cock feeling really hard and slippery
against my pussy lips and he put his arms around me
and was holding me so I couldn’t get off him. He
pushed me down and I just remember it hurting a lot
and I yelled and cried. I remember him saying “Jesus
fuck yes”. He pushed in me more and I know I tried to
hit him. He did it 4 more times and then stopped
because he’d finished. He let me go and I ran away and
didn’t really talk to him until my birthday.
I remember it all like it was yesterday. I was scared
and angry because he really hurt me and made me bleed.
He looked upset every time I saw him and he tried to
say he was sorry but I didn’t talk back to him except
when dad was there. On the night of my birthday my dad
told me I didn’t look happy and he asked me if
anything was wrong because it was my birthday and I
should have been smiling.
I still didn’t want the police to come and take Peter
away, even after what he did, so I said I was okay and
I started to smile again. Peter gave me a really cool
present in front of my dad so I had to hug him and
kiss him and tell him it was great. After that, he
acted like nothing had happened but he also didn’t try
to have sex with me again for a while.
He stopped cuddling me and didn’t touch me anymore and
I thought he didn’t love me any longer. I remember
feeling very lonely but I didn’t know how to deal with
it. There was a night when dad was away and we got a
big storm. I went into Peter’s bed and cuddled with
him and he went back to being normal with me again. We
had sex once every weekend or two when dad would go
away overnight. After hating it for the first 10 times
or so, I started to like it.
When I was 12, dad started going away for work, 3 or 4
nights a week and left me with Peter and Michael. I
was in Peter’s bed for an hour, every single night dad
was away. He didn’t take no as an answer. Mike was 18
and turned into a drug dealer. Peter worked as a
chemist’s assistant and bought pills home for Mike to
sell. When dad wasn’t here, lots of people (mostly
guys) came to our house to buy gear.
Mike became really good mates with two guys who turned
out to be very creepy and I was seriously scared of
them. They were here three nights a week for two
years. After I was 13, they started to touch me
whenever they knew no one was looking. I only wore
tight jeans when I knew they were coming over, so they
couldn’t pull them down. I couldn’t wear a skirt when
they were here. One of them used to pin me to the wall
when he could, and rub an erection on me. I couldn’t
go to Michael about them because he resented me and
his friends came first. I told Peter what was going on
but he never saw them do anything and he didn’t
believe me enough to talk to them about it.
They got worse as I got older and turned really bad
when I was 15. My brothers would have parties once a
week then when dad wasn’t here and they’d get so drunk
or smashed, they’d pass out regularly and fall asleep.
The two creeps knew this and would stay late to try
and talk to me. One of them started to tell me all the
time that he was going to rape me. They used to try
and get in my bedroom.
When I was nearly 16, I came home from school before
my brothers got home from work and the two creeps were
waiting for me at our front door. They took my keys
from me, unlocked the door and took me inside.
The one who kept telling me he was going to rape me,
did rape me. The other one watched out in case someone
came home. He said if I didn’t have sex with him he’d
tell the police that Peter and Michael are dealers. He
made me get onto our couch in the Lounge Room and lift
up my school uniform. I didn’t try to stop him when he
started, because I didn’t want to get hurt. I shut my
eyes and tried really hard to think it was Peter but I
couldn’t stop from crying. He only lasted two minutes
and then the other guy did it to me. He was aggressive
and hurt me more than the first one did. It took 15
minutes.
After that they left and I was crying and Peter came
home and found me a while later. He saw their cum on
me and red marks on my skin and finally believed me.
He was so incredibly angry. Two days later he bashed
the first guy really badly and the second guy stopped
living near us and left before Peter could get him. I
found out that Michael knew what they did but he never
said anything to me about it.
Michael knew about me and Peter for years but I didn't
find out that until I was 19.
To be continued?
Maybe this story is real...maybe it isn't... Let me
know if you want me to write more.
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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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