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The Hurting
by Rachel Ross (rache696@yahoo.com)

***

When Josh discovers his little sister's dark secret, he 
blackmails her into submitting to his perverse desires. 
(mf-teens, nc, inc, inc, blkmail, extreme-v)

***

Author Note: This is a work of fiction. The author does 
not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 
in real life.

***

"Wendy!"

"Ummm?"

"Wendy," Josh whispered. "Hey. Wake up. I want to show 
you something."

"What?" I blinked at him. "Get out of my room!"

"Shhhh..."

"You jerk!" I realized my blanket had been pulled down. 
He knew I liked to sleep naked.

"Quiet," he said, grinning down at me. "You're gonna 
wake up Mom and Dad."

"Good!" I yanked the blanket up to my chin. "Get out of 
here, you perv!"

"I want to show you something."

He held up his camera, a Sony Cybershot I'd given him 
for his birthday. I hadn't wanted to give him anything, 
but we had to pretend for our parent's sake. I'd used 
Daddy's credit card anyway, so I didn't really care.

"What?" I huffed, wondering why my sick brother had to 
wake me up in the middle of the night. He could have 
just jerked off in my panties like he usually did.

"Check it out," he sighed, sounding way too happy.

I glanced at the small screen and then did a cartoon 
double-take, staring as Josh paged through the images 
one by one. I could barely breathe. I wanted to puke. I 
wanted to grab the camera and smash it into a million 
pieces, but I couldn't move.

"That's you, right?" he asked. "Oh! Look at that one, 
Wendy. I can't believe you'd suck off a dog. What's that 
stuff taste like anyway?"

He'd taken pictures of me playing with Ms. Robison's 
dog, a black lab named Muddy. I'd been babysitting and 
bored, and it hadn't been the first time. My brother 
must have climbed a tree or something and I couldn't 
believe I hadn't closed the blinds. That's the stupid 
thought that popped into my head. Why hadn't I closed 
the blinds? Because, silly... Who the heck is gonna 
climb a tree?

Josh, that's who. My personal stalker and now he had me 
good.

"I made a movie too," he said, actually laughing. "This 
camera is so excellent, Wendy. No sound though, sorry 
about that."

A movie started playing, Muddy mounting me from behind. 
I arched my back, wincing as I looked over my shoulder, 
and then he was in. The dog was fucking me like crazy 
and for just a second I looked right at the window, 
seeing nothing but the room's reflection, and the look 
on my face was pure ecstasy.

"I got the end too," Josh said. "Here... I almost missed 
it."

Another clip started and it wasn't any longer than the 
first, only about two minutes, but he'd caught Muddy 
pulling his cock out of me. The knot looked red and 
shiny, like the animal's swollen penis, and it looked 
painful on the camera. I remembered it though, and I'd 
been feeling nothing but good at the time. My pussy 
stretched wide and the dog's cock fell out with a wash 
of cum, his and mine, soaking into the comforter I'd put 
on the floor. I collapsed onto my tummy, smiling and 
gasping for air, and then the movie ended.

"The hottest girl in school fucking her math teacher's 
dog," Josh said. "What do you think? YouTube? 
Friendster? Or should I just email it to everybody you 
know?"

"What do you want?" I breathed.

"A lot," he told me, nodding his head and smiling. "I 
want everything, Wendy."

"Just delete that stuff," I said. "Please? Just erase 
it, okay? I'll do anything, just..."

"Right!" He grinned at me. "Like I believe that? No, I 
made a lot of copies, you don't have to worry about 
that."

"Josh!" I blinked at the wetness suddenly filling my 
eyes.

"You know, everybody thinks you're a dyke," he said. 
"But I knew better. You don't hate cock, you just don't 
like boys. Is that it?"

"It's not like that," I whispered, trying to keep my 
voice steady. I was going to lose it any second. The 
shock had worn off and panic was setting in.

"You'd rather fuck a dog, than a man," he told me. "Say 
it. Tell me the truth, Wendy. You'd rather fuck a dog, 
wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I sobbed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" he wondered, taunting me as the tears 
rolled down my cheeks. "For being a cocktease?"

"Yes."

"Sorry for being a bitch all the time?"

"Please," I begged him. "Don't do this to me!"

"I haven't done anything to you yet," Josh whispered, 
bending close enough to touch my nose with his. "You 
think about it, Wendy. Think about how fucked you'll be 
if you don't keep me happy from now on."

"Nummph!" I gasped as he covered my mouth with his, 
grabbing my pussy through the blanket and squeezing me 
down there. His tongue filled me and I felt his fingers 
digging at my sex. He kissed me like that for an 
eternity it seemed and I didn't even try to push him 
away, I only choked on muffled sobs of humiliation.

"You're lucky I'm your brother," he breathed, licking 
his lips. "If anyone else found out about this..."

"I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

After he left, I couldn't sleep. I curled up in the dark 
and cried, wishing it had all been a dream. I cursed 
myself for having sex with a dog. I hated myself for it, 
and God as well, asking him why He had to make me that 
way. I hadn't wanted to like it, I just did. Doing 
things, sexual things with that animal had felt normal. 
I felt an attraction for Muddy that I should have felt 
for boys, but didn't. I prayed to God and all His angels 
asking them to help me. I promised I'd never do it 
again, if they saved me from my brother. I'd do anything 
God wanted if He'd just make this nightmare go away.

I woke up frightened. As if someone had thrown a bucket 
of cold water on me, I jerked wide awake with the 
expectation of seeing Josh standing at the foot of my 
bed. Maybe I'd been dreaming, but I couldn't remember, 
my only thought was that sleep was dangerous. I had an 
enemy now.

Usually I put on a t-shirt, a long sleepy-t that I took 
off every night, just to cover my body when I went to 
the bathroom. But this morning I dressed completely. I 
put on my panties and bra, pulled on a pair of jeans, 
tugged a sweater over my head, and tip-toed across the 
hallway. I locked the bathroom door and undressed, 
taking it all off.

My face looked swollen in the mirror, pale and sad. That 
bleak reflection seemed so very unlike me that I could 
barely stand to look at it. My puffy eyes were red, my 
nose as well, and my cheeks were bruised with a lack of 
sleep. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, feeling 
like I wanted to puke. A soft rapping at the door made 
me jump, but it was only my mother.

"Good morning, sunshine," she sang. "Don't take too long 
in there."

Mom loved mornings. She loved me, and the idea that Josh 
would show her the pictures, the movies of me with a 
dog, filled my mouth with bile. I dropped to my knees, 
retching into the toilet.

"Wendy?" She knocked again. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," I gasped, but she wasn't going to accept that.

"Open the door. What's wrong?"

I made her wait while I rinsed out my mouth and wrapped 
a towel around my naked body.

"You look terrible," she said, putting a hand to my 
forehead. "We're you sick last night? Get back into 
bed."

"I'm okay," I protested.

"Maybe she's pregnant," Josh said with a grin.

He stood behind our mom, looking over her shoulder, and 
I couldn't bear the sight of him. I looked down, hugging 
the towel to my breasts with crossed arms.

"That isn't funny," Mom told him. "Use the other 
bathroom. We're running late this morning."

She put me in bed, towel and all, wondering if she 
should take me to the doctor.

"I just have an upset stomach," I told her. "I'm tired."

Mom had to go to work and taking time off wouldn't be a 
big deal, but she didn't like to do it unless absolutely 
necessary. My mother had always been a practical woman, 
although rather high-strung and prone to making too much 
out of too little, I sometimes thought. Daddy had 
already gone to work. He left about the time the rest of 
us were waking up.

"Well, you don't have a fever," she said a few minutes 
later, reading the thermometer. "When did you have your 
last period?"

"What?" I blinked at her. "I'm not pregnant, Mom."

She knew when I got my period, but I suppose that 
looking like I did, being nauseas first thing in the 
morning...I was sixteen and very pretty, very popular 
with the boys, as she liked to say. That made me a 
suspect, even though I'd never even gone out on a date. 
I'd never had a boyfriend, but being pragmatic, Mom 
probably didn't believe that. She couldn't afford to, I 
saw it in her eyes.

"I got my period last week, remember?" I sighed, rolling 
over to face the wall. "I don't even have a boyfriend."

"Wendy, you know I want to respect your privacy, but..."

"I'm still a virgin, okay?" I felt her hand on my back, 
glad she couldn't see my face.

I'd always been the world's worst liar, but that was 
only half a lie anyway. I hadn't had sex with a boy 
Maybe she believed me, maybe not, but at least Mom 
decided to drop the subject. She called the school and 
told them I'd be staying home. I half expected her to 
make an appointment for me with her gynecologist, but 
maybe that was coming. Like I said, Mom could find a 
crisis without even trying.

"See ya later, Wendy," Josh said, smiling from the 
doorway. He held his camera by the strap, letting it 
swing like a pendulum.

I'd thought about searching his room, but that's what he 
was telling me - Don't bother. I seriously doubted his 
camera was the only place he kept the evidence. If Josh 
was smart, as I had to assume he was, he would have 
uploaded the files to someplace on the internet. One of 
those sites offering free storage to anyone with an 
email address, promising that the files would be 
available anytime, anywhere, to anyone who knew where to 
find them.

I looked anyway, checking the browsing history and 
bookmarks on my brother's computer. That didn't help and 
even if I'd found something, I didn't know his passwords 
or anything. I felt desperate and frustrated, but no 
longer sick, thank God. I couldn't eat anything, 
however, and I just went back to bed.

Maybe he wouldn't do anything. My brother was a real 
jerk, I knew that, and even before I'd hit puberty he'd 
been watching me. Josh was about a year and half older 
than me, almost 18 and a senior, and he loved me the way 
a brother shouldn't. Mom and Dad thought he paid so much 
attention to me because he wanted to be protective. They 
were actually proud of that, telling me how lucky I was 
to have him, but I knew it was only jealousy. He'd beat 
up a boy once, this guy in seventh grade who had a crush 
on me and wrote me stupid poems. Josh found out and I 
still felt bad about it, like it had been my fault.

But if Josh really loved me, if he imagined I could ever 
love him back somehow, would he really tell everyone 
what I'd done? I didn't want to think so, but there's a 
fine line between love and hate and I wasn't sure he 
knew the difference. He was big and strong, even smart 
in a cunning sort of way, I thought, but decidedly 
immature when it came to his emotions. My brother would 
hurt me, I decided. If he couldn't have me, he'd make me 
suffer for it. I believed that.

"Wake up," he said, and I bolted upright with a scream.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, pulling my knees 
to my breasts and hugging them through the blanket. My 
heart was pounding and the adrenalin made me shiver.

"I figured I'd skip out," Josh said, reaching for my 
face. "Since you're here all by yourself and 
everything."

"Don't touch me!" I winced as I felt his fingers on my 
cheek, brushing the hair out of my eyes.

"Oh, I'm gonna touch you, Wendy." He took a deep breath 
and let it out slowly. "I'm gonna touch you all over."

"No!" I slapped his hand away, but Josh grabbed my 
shoulders and pushed me down. I kicked beneath the 
blanket as he got on top of me.

"Stop it," he said, squeezing my wrists and jerking my 
arms above my head. "You want me to show those pictures 
to everybody?"

"No," I breathed, grunting the word beneath his weight. 
My brother's knees straddled my hips and his chest 
pressed heavily upon my breasts.

"So be nice," he told me. "I just want to kiss you a 
little, that's all."

"Ummph!" I gagged on his tongue as it filled my mouth. I 
thought about biting him, but I was too frightened for 
that. I couldn't even push him off me. We were alone in 
the house and I had no idea what time it was, but 
probably early. Josh had all day to torment me and I 
couldn't do anything but lay there and cry while he did 
it.

"Kiss me back," he breathed. "Kiss me like you kissed 
that fucking dog, Wendy."

"Noooo..." I moaned, shaking my head as I wept. "Please, 
don't do this to me."

My nose was full of snot, my mouth pasty and my body 
burning with humiliation. I couldn't feel anything else, 
not anger or sadness, not even fear, just the self-
loathing of surrender. I hated myself for not fighting 
him enough. When his tongue forced its way between my 
lips, I touched it with my own, just a tiny, tentative 
wriggle in response. I retched, feeling my tummy tight 
and churning, pushing bitter bile into the back of my 
mouth.

That didn't stop Josh, perhaps he wasn't even aware of 
it. He kissed me as if we were lovers, exploring me with 
his tongue. He let go of my wrists and moved his body, 
tugging the blanket out from under him. I was naked, 
having no reason to believe I wouldn't be alone all day 
long. I should have put on every piece of clothing I 
owned, but I hadn't. I'd gone to sleep imagining I was 
safe, but I wasn't. Josh's hand found my left breast and 
he squeezed it painfully, making me gasp into his mouth.

"Love your fuckin' tits," he whispered, kissing my 
cheeks, my nose and eyes. He licked my skin and fumbled 
with his pants.

I stared at my snow globe while he raped me. My brother 
had gotten undressed and I hadn't even tried to get 
away. I could have, I thought. Maybe. I could have hit 
him or kicked him. I might have run to the bathroom and 
locked myself in. I could have gone to my parents' 
bedroom and used the phone to call someone. Mom or Dad, 
or the police maybe, but I hadn't done any of that.

When Josh pushed his penis inside me it hurt a lot. I 
wasn't wet and much too tight for sex, but he pushed 
himself into my vagina anyway. I jerked beneath his 
thrusts, stiff and not moving at all. My arms were limp 
at my sides, my legs straight and spread around him as 
he covered my body with his. The whole bed jerked, 
hitting the wall with a sharp thud every few seconds. He 
didn't do it very quickly, but only slowly and as deeply 
as possible. I felt him like a burning knife reaching 
for my womb.

"Wake up," he groaned. "Fuck me back, Wendy. Move your 
ass."

I couldn't move and it didn't matter anyway. I tried to 
think about something else. Disney World and the best 
time we'd ever had together as a family. Dad had bought 
me a snow globe. Ariel sat on some coral and Flounder 
would swim around in the glitter when I shook it up. I'd 
kept it close to my bed all those years and now it was 
the only memory I had of a time before today. Everything 
else was like a dream.

"I'm gonna cum," Josh groaned. "Right...There!"

He grunted, lunging one last time into my torn sex as 
his cock pulsed rapidly. I could feel his ejaculate, his 
incestuous semen filling my pussy. I opened my eyes only 
to see my brother's flushed, leering face and I choked 
back a sob. There are no words to describe how dirty I 
felt. The realization that my own brother had raped me, 
had dumped his sick seed inside my body, filled me with 
such shame...I wanted to die. I really did.

"See?" he breathed a minute later. "That wasn't so bad, 
was it?"

"Let me go now, please?" I whispered, but he wasn't 
going to do that.

Josh hadn't lost his erection and he began rocking his 
hips again, sliding his cock back and forth along the 
well-greased throat of my sex. He'd been dreaming of 
this moment for years, banking his lust for the day when 
he would own me completely. I could see the satisfaction 
in his eyes. He intended to fuck me until his balls were 
empty and his penis shriveled with exhaustion. It didn't 
matter if I did anything or not, so long as I remained 
beneath him. So far as my brother was concerned, I 
wasn't even a real person, just a toy for his perverse 
amusement.

"Get your legs up," Josh said, gripping me behind the 
knees and forcing me over his shoulders. "That's better. 
Oh fuck, you feel good, Wendy."

He liked to talk to me, saying the most disgusting 
things imaginable. He told me his plans for the future, 
how he would fuck me every day, before school and after. 
How we'd sleep together every night. He wanted me to 
suck his cock. He wanted to fuck me in the ass. But 
today he only wanted to fuck my pussy.

"I'm gonna knock you up," he panted, leaning into me 
with my knees touching my shoulders. "You like that? 
Huh? Fuck a baby in your cunt, Wendy?"

"Nuhhh!" I grunted, wincing as Josh drove his cock into 
the very bottom of my vagina.

I wasn't long enough inside and I felt bruised and 
battered, not aroused at all. I felt no pleasure, 
believe me, even after the sharp burning of his first 
penetration had faded. Perhaps my pussy grew slick with 
natural lubricant, I couldn't know, but any betrayal of 
my body wouldn't be my fault. I wasn't going to orgasm, 
not even close, and my mind didn't wander to anything 
but self-pity.

He'd rolled my ass off the bed, bending my body nearly 
vertical, and his balls slapped my butt with a damp, 
sticky sound that I detested. We were both hot and 
sweating, the remains of his first orgasm spilling 
around his penis to drip down my tummy. I could see it, 
that was the worst. I watched my brother's cock sliding 
easily back and forth with my pinkish labia clasped 
around the shaft, the pale froth of his semen clinging 
to my pubic hair, cooling on my trembling flesh.

"Ohhhh..." Josh smiled, almost giggling like a little 
boy as he climaxed a second time. He bent his head and 
kissed my forehead.

I felt numb when he pulled out, letting my legs fall off 
his shoulders as he sat back on his heels. I wasn't 
crying anymore. There weren't enough tears left inside 
me, I didn't think. I just lay there staring at the 
ceiling, thinking about nothing except how stupid I was. 
How ugly and dirty and sick my life had become.

Flash!

"Say cum," Josh teased, taking another picture of my 
raw, gaping pussy and the semen oozing out of it. He 
laughed and took another picture. "And you told Mom 
you're a virgin? Wait until she sees this!"

"Shut-up!" I screamed, but it wasn't me. Someone else 
kicked the camera out of his hand and my other foot 
caught him in the ribs. I kicked my legs as if I was 
riding a bicycle and my arms flailed as I tried to sit 
up and reach for something to throw at him.

"Stop it!" Josh yelled, and he was too big and too 
strong. I hadn't really hurt him at all.

He forced me onto my stomach, holding me down with his 
weight. I felt his hot breath in my ear and his swollen 
cock pressing against my ass. He fucked me a third time, 
raping me from behind and I tried to keep him out. I 
kept my legs together and squeezed with every muscle I 
could find, but my pussy was too wet and too loose. His 
cock found my vagina easily and he jammed his prick 
inside me with something like a growl.

As quickly as it had started, my resistance died. Josh 
had his cock inside my body again. He was raping me 
again. He covered me completely, the pressure making my 
breasts ache painfully. I could hardly breath and I 
panted for air, drooling spittle onto the bed as my 
brother rode me hard and fast, and for a very long time. 
It took him forever to cum a third time and at the end 
of it, when his semen rushed into my worn and weary 
cunt, I was finished. There was nothing left.

"Man, I really put a lot in there, huh?" My brother had 
replaced his cock with his fingers, two and then three 
of them pumping my cum soaked pussy. "Maybe you're gonna 
have twins, Wendy. Are you hungry?"

Even after he left the room, I lay there unmoving. I 
cried myself to sleep in a cooling puddle of semen and 
dreamt of terrible things.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I changed the sheets on my bed and scrubbed the stains 
out of my mattress. I opened all the windows, moving 
mechanically. It was just a reflex, automatic and 
emotionless self-preservation. My parents couldn't find 
out what had happened. Nobody could. I'd been raped and 
the only thing that could possibly be worse would be if 
someone found out. I couldn't even look at myself in the 
mirror and when I took a bath, I refused to examine my 
body. I looked anywhere but at myself. I didn't even 
want to touch my pussy, but I had to clean Josh out of 
me...As if I ever could?

He avoided me that afternoon. Maybe he felt guilty, once 
he'd cooled down and had a chance to consider what he'd 
done, but probably not. I didn't think Josh could feel 
anything.

"Mom's gonna be home pretty soon," he said. "You'd 
better not say anything. Just keep pretending your 
sick."

"You raped me," I whispered, but mostly I was talking to 
myself.

"No, I didn't," Josh snorted. "You wanted it anyway."

Fresh tears flooded my eyes and pulled my blanket over 
my head. I felt safer in the dark and I wished he would 
get out of my room and leave me alone.

"You fucked a dog, Wendy," he reminded me. "Nobody's 
ever gonna believe you got raped."

"Go away," I whimpered. "Please? Just go."

"Don't lock your door tonight either," Josh said. 
"You're making my dick hard again."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"How are you feeling?" Mom asked, sitting on my bed. I 
lay on my side with my back to her, but she reached over 
to feel my forehead.

"Okay," I replied.

"Why is your window open? It smells like Lysol in here."

"I, uh...got sick before," I lied. "It smelled bad."

"Did you eat today?" Mom wondered, all full of concern. 
I had to let her baby me for fifteen minutes before Dad 
arrived.

"How is she?" he asked, and I refused to roll over. I 
didn't want Mom to see my face, frightened that she 
would instantly know what had happened.

"I don't know," she sighed. "Maybe we should take her to 
the doctor."

"I'm fine," I said. "I just want to sleep, okay?"

"You're not fine," Mom chided me.

"You want to take her to the emergency room?" Dad 
wondered, because this was a mom decision. I was her 
daughter and therefore her department.

"I don't want to see a doctor," I insisted, shrugging 
off her hand. "Just leave me alone. Please? I'm tired."

"We're just worried about you," she said, but it was 
late and emergency rooms were always a hassle, and 
they'd just gotten home from work...

"Let's see how she feels in the morning," Dad suggested.

"Do you want some soup or something?" Mom asked, and I 
knew I was safe for the moment.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Despite feeling exhausted physically and emotionally, I 
couldn't sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. I 
couldn't even be sure I was sleeping. When I closed my 
eyes I saw my brother's grinning face looking down at 
me. I'd get that weird falling sensation and my body 
would snap as if trying to regain its balance, and my 
bedroom would be dark and empty...until it wasn't.

"Still awake?" Josh whispered. "Move over a little."

He crawled naked into my bed, getting under the blanket 
with me. I'd been expecting him, but that didn't make me 
feel any better. I recoiled from his hands as he pulled 
me closer, urging me to turn over and face him.

"Why are you wearing clothes?" he asked. "Take them off. 
You're supposed to be naked, remember?"

"I'll scream," I told him. "If you don't leave me alone, 
I'll scream."

"Go ahead," he said. "Maybe you can give Dad a heart 
attack. Maybe Mom'll kill herself, huh?"

"What?" I stared at him.

"Yeah, you didn't think of that," Josh said. "You know 
what happens to girls who say they got raped? They find 
out everything about her."

"Shut-up!"

"They have a trial and everything, you know? And 
everybody's gonna see you fucking that dog, Wendy."

"No." I shook my head. "You wouldn't do that."

"I'll say you wanted to fuck me," he said. "You're just 
a slut and when I said no, you said you'd tell everybody 
I raped you."

"You did rape me!" I sobbed.

"But you fucked a dog," he said, smiling. "See? That's 
why nobody's gonna believe a word you say. You've got 
no, um...What do they call it? Credibility?"

"I hate you," I cried, hugging my stomach because it 
hurt so bad.

"I don't care," Josh said. "I'm still gonna fuck you."

He did it from behind, playing with my breasts as we 
spooned beneath the blanket. Josh raped me as carefully 
as he could, hardly moving at all, except for his hips. 
The bed didn't even squeak and he kissed my shoulder and 
neck, buried his face in my hair when he had to let out 
a deep breath and spurt his semen into my pussy. That 
hadn't taken very long at all, but like the first time 
he'd fucked me, Josh didn't pull out.

"I can't believe how good you feel," he whispered. "I 
love your pussy. I love fucking you. Jeeze, you're so 
hot inside."

He'd slipped his right arm beneath me and now held both 
of my tits in his hands. Josh squeezed me gently, almost 
tenderly, and for some reason his palms felt good 
against my nipples. I didn't want to feel good, and in 
my heart I felt nothing but despair, but the human body 
isn't always a slave to our souls.

I'd suffered for twenty-four hours straight, ever since 
Josh woke me up the night before. I was just a girl. I 
couldn't fight him everywhere at once, not all the time. 
My mind was confused, exhausted with the effort of 
finding a way out of his trap. My thoughts were 
impossible to rein in as I tried to find some logic, 
some action or argument that would save me and still 
protect my friends and family.

My heart fought against the fear and anger, the 
humiliation and loneliness, every dark emotion you can 
imagine. I tried to find a way to forgive myself, but it 
was hard, so hard. I was struggling just to find a shred 
of hope. I couldn't do that and at the same time rally 
against the instinctual desire of my body to accept what 
was happening to it. Perhaps some part of me needed to 
feel good, simply because I couldn't bear another ounce 
of pain. I needed something to hold onto or I would have 
been lost forever. I could feel the abyss beneath my 
feet.

"Uhhh huh..." I gasped, grabbing my brother's hands with 
mine and pushing myself against his cock.

I rocked my hips and widened my thighs, lifting my top 
leg and bending my knee. That felt better. Josh had more 
room and he slid a fraction deeper. I closed my fingers 
over his, wanting to feel more pressure on my tits. My 
nipples began to throb, burning hot and cold as I worked 
my pussy against his cock. I didn't give him my heart, 
if anything I discovered a new hatred burning deep in my 
chest. I thought of nothing pleasant, but filled my mind 
with desperate rationale. The sooner he finished, the 
sooner he'd leave, that's what I told myself, but then I 
found a better reason. Taking some measure of control 
over the situation would steal a portion of his power, 
wouldn't it?

"There you go," Josh breathed. "Like that. Yeah, Wendy, 
I knew you liked it."

"Mmmm..." I closed my eyes and moaned through my tightly 
shut lips, breathing through my nose as I arched my 
back.

We were moving faster, rocking the bed and filling my 
bedroom with the dull sound of his flesh meeting mine. 
The smell of our sweat assaulted my nose and my heart 
strained with excitement. I'd given up completely, 
letting my body go where it wanted. My pussy burned, but 
not with pain. The walls of my sex spasmed with tiny 
contractions and the sensation of Josh's erection 
stroking my clitoris became acute and nearly unbearable. 
I'd tilted my hips, changing the angle to find more of 
him. My vagina stretched easily, relaxing with my 
arousal to accommodate his full length without the 
slightest discomfort.

He made me cum! I gasped and shook in his arms, 
trembling from the inside out as my body finally 
released the tension that had been building all day. I 
felt drunk, suddenly, almost giddy and so incredibly 
tired. It's what I'd needed more than anything else and 
my body knew it, even if my heart and mind did not. It 
changed nothing else, but only gave me the strength to 
continue the fight...Or so I told myself in the warm 
glow of orgasmic bliss.

"Yessss..." Josh sighed, joining my climax with his.

We didn't move or speak until my brother's flaccid penis 
fell out of my pussy and along the back of my thigh. I 
felt very wet down there, more so because my own juices 
were flowing freely. I let go of his hands, but Josh 
didn't release my breasts. He seemed content to cuddle 
with me as if we were genuine lovers. I felt his chest 
against my back, knees bent behind mine, and his lips 
close to my ear.

"I love you," he whispered, and when I didn't reply: "I 
know you don't believe me, but I do. You're the only 
girl I ever loved."

"If you get rid of the pictures," I told him, "I'll be 
your girlfriend."

"Right." Josh laughed softly and kissed my cheek. "How 
come I don't believe you?"

"I swear," I said, turning so I could see his face. "You 
don't have to do this. It's only gonna hurt us more and 
more."

"It doesn't hurt me at all," he said, not getting my 
point at all.

I wasn't even sure I got it, not completely, but we 
couldn't hide it forever. I couldn't pretend to be sick 
for the rest of my life. Sooner or later Mom would 
figure it out, maybe not about Josh raping me, but that 
something had happened. She wouldn't let it go, and 
neither would Dad, they were too good for that. Josh was 
lucky to have gotten away with it so far, but even he 
couldn't be so dumb as to think he could rape his sister 
and get away with it...Not without my help.

Did I want to help him? No, I didn't. I would have given 
anything to rewind my life and never go through anything 
like this again. That wasn't possible though, and it was 
too late for me anyway, that's my point. I already knew 
the truth and had to live with it, but my parents didn't 
have to find out. They didn't have to suffer. Someone 
had to protect them and there was only one person who 
could do that, but I couldn't do it alone. Not with Josh 
holding those pictures over my head. I had to be able to 
trust him if I was going to give him what he most 
wanted, and that meant he had to trust me.

"Don't you want me to love you?" I asked him, hoping I 
sounded more confident than I felt. I was terrified and 
certain I was making a big mistake, but I couldn't think 
of anything else.

What Josh had said earlier weighed heavily on my 
conscience. What would happen if I accused my brother of 
rape? Our parents loved both of us and the idea that 
we'd be ripped apart, our family destroyed forever, that 
was too much. I'd rather remain silent as a willing 
slave to my brother's sick desires than end up in the 
hell that awaited us if I revealed the truth. I could 
imagine nothing worse than losing my family, losing the 
love and respect of my parents, and still living with 
the fact that I'd been raped. There could be no justice 
for me, every path led to only pain and misery, and I 
once I accepted that simple truth it ceased to be 
important.

If we were safe and happy as a family, I told myself; if 
my brother and I could at least maintain the 
illusion...I could bear the shame.

"Prove it," Josh said, and I rolled over in his arms.

I kissed his mouth, gently at first, and then deeper as 
my tongue slipped across his. I rubbed my tits against 
his chest and spread my legs, pulling my sex close to 
his crotch. My fingers scratched at his neck while he 
rubbed my back, going lower to find my ass and squeeze 
me there. I made out with him the best I could, holding 
nothing back even as a wave of revulsion swept through 
my blood. I felt sickened by what I was doing, don't 
imagine otherwise, and I kept telling myself it was for 
my mom and dad, for my grandparents who were truly 
innocent and undeserving of my brother's betrayal.

"Like this," he whispered, barely breaking our kiss. 
"Get on top of me."

My lips felt bruised and I nibbled on his, doing 
everything I could think of as Josh rolled onto his 
back. His cock had grown stiff again, not nearly so firm 
as it had been earlier, but hard enough all the same. I 
straddled him with my legs spread, on my knees with my 
nipples poking against his chest. We kissed while he 
pushed and pulled me with his hands on my ass, moving me 
around as his erection tried to find its way inside my 
pussy.

"Put it in," he suggested. "Fuck me, Wendy. Like a 
girlfriend does it, okay?"

"Yeah," I agreed, looking up as I took his penis in my 
hand. I'd never held it before and the weight surprised 
me, the warmth as well.

Josh had a heavy cock, fat and long, it seemed to me, 
but I had no experience to compare him with. He wasn't 
like a dog, I knew that much, and I bit my bottom lip as 
I brought the smooth head to my pussy and rubbed it 
around. I was already very wet, obviously, and that made 
it easy. Like an arrow aimed at my womb, he pushed 
through the mouth of my sex as I let myself down slowly. 
I sat on him, with Josh buried in my pussy, I sat 
astride his hips and wondered what I was feeling.

"Come on," he whispered. "Start fucking already. Ride 
that cock."

"Shhhh..." I licked my lips and began to move, rising a 
few inches and grinding my way back down. I put my hands 
on his chest, leaning forward slightly, giving Josh a 
nice view of my tits as they moved in time with my hips.

We were fucking, or rather I was fucking him this time. 
Josh hardly moved at all except to squeeze my waist and 
tell me how sexy I looked on his cock. The bed squeaked 
and my butt slapped his thighs. I could smell our cum in 
the air, my brother's musky scent hopelessly 
intermingled with the bitter-sweet odor of female 
arousal. I could taste our sweat on my tongue as I 
panted for air, working my pussy along the shaft faster 
as I grew more comfortable with my decision.

I had to kiss him and make love to him, and demonstrate 
my willingness. He had to trust me and I dropped my 
mouth to his, collapsing against his chest as Josh began 
lifting his hips and pumping my cunt with eager abandon. 
I nursed on his tongue and told myself it was alright. I 
had to do this, so I might as well enjoy it. I wanted to 
cum again and float away on that careless euphoria. We 
could cum together and he wasn't raping me, at least not 
physically. This would be better for both of us, I 
hoped, and he would know that I was giving myself to him 
completely.

"Do you love me?" he asked, and I knew he was right on 
the edge.

"Yeah," I lied. "I love you, Josh. Cum inside me again. 
I want to feel it."

He nodded at my words, smiling with satisfaction. He 
believed me, I thought, and he pulled my mouth to his. 
Our hearts were pounding together, his humid breath 
filled my lungs as he strove to fill my willing womb 
with his seed. I was guilty now, conspiring to do the 
unthinkable, and my heart was broken.

"Wendy!" he gasped only a few seconds later, pulling me 
down and holding me there as his balls emptied inside my 
quivering sex. It was a small orgasm and over quickly, 
and I hadn't found mine at all, not even by accident.

"Oh my God," Mom said, not shrieking or even shouting. 
It was the dull, flat tone of her voice that most 
frightened me.

She stood in the open doorway, staring directly at me as 
I looked over my shoulder. I wasn't even sure Josh knew 
she was there until he lifted his head. It was over, 
that was my first coherent thought. Everything had been 
for nothing, our entire lives had been a waste, that's 
what it felt like being caught by my mom. The strange 
part was that I couldn't even say that Josh had raped 
me. I was on top of him, after all.

"Get up," she said. "In the bathroom. Now!"

I did as Mom told me, moving slowly and carefully. I 
didn't have to look at myself, I could feel the wetness 
staining my thighs. She gave me a look of pure disgust 
as I slipped past her, not anger or anything like that, 
only disgust. It was enough to make me cry and I ran 
across the hall, slamming the bathroom door behind me 
and sitting on the floor with my back against it.

An hour passed and nobody bothered me. I hadn't moved, 
but at least I'd stopped crying. I thought about killing 
myself. I even opened the medicine cabinet, looking 
through the assorted pills, old prescriptions mostly, 
and wondering if any of them would do the job. Maybe all 
of them together? But no. I chickened out. I didn't want 
to die, I just wanted things to be like they were 
before. That made me cry some more and I fell asleep in 
the bathtub.

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"Nobody's going anywhere today," Mom said, explaining 
why she hadn't gotten ready for work. Why Dad wore jeans 
and a flannel shirt instead of his suit and tie.

"We need to talk about this," he said, and you could 
have cut the tension with a knife. It was a physical 
thing that bound me to the chair and I couldn't lift my 
eyes from the kitchen table.

"How long has this been going on?" Mom wanted to know. 
She slapped the table and the dishes clattered. "Answer 
me!"

"Since yesterday," Josh replied. "We never did it 
before, I swear."

"Who's idea was it," she asked. "Yours?"

"No," I whispered, sensing her attention fixed on me.

"I'm not sure it matters," Dad offered in a reasonable 
tone, but Mom wasn't listening to reason.

"It matters to me!" she snapped. "What happened? You two 
just decided to start fucking?"

"Susan..."

"He's your brother, for God's sake!" she yelled. "What 
if you get pregnant?"

"I don't know," I mumbled, dropping my head even lower.

"Wipe that smile off your face!"

SLAP

Mom really slapped my brother!

"That's enough!" Dad grabbed her, pulling Mom off the 
table and I looked up then. She looked crazy.

"Mom?" I said, but she'd buried her face in Dad's chest, 
sobbing as he rocked her gently in his strong arms.

"You two better go upstairs," he said. "Stay in your 
rooms."

"What did we do wrong?" Mom kept asking, the words 
coming out in a heart wrenching wail to echo through the 
house. I covered my head with my pillows.

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"What are you doing?" I hissed at my brother. "Are you 
crazy? Go back to your room! If Mom catches us 
together..."

"Relax," Josh said. "Dad took her to the doctor."

"He did?" I had to think about that.

"We've gotta get our story straight."

"What? You have to delete all the pictures," I told him. 
"Now! Look what happened."

"I will," he promised, and then answered my look: "All 
of them, every single copy. They're gone."

"I don't believe you."

"Well..." Josh grinned at me. "It's true anyway."

"What are you smiling about?" I wanted to slap him 
myself. Jesus! My brother was an asshole!

"I just love you," he said. "I can't help it, Wendy."

I could only stare at him, the words not making sense at 
all.

"You're my girlfriend now."

"Christ!" I shouted. "Who cares about that? Mom's going 
crazy all because of you!"

"Me?" Josh shook his head. "You were the one fucking me, 
remember?"

"That wasn't my fault!"

"You said you loved me," he said. "She heard you and 
told Dad everything. She probably told him you're 
pregnant. It's all your fault now."

"Get out of here!" I screamed, pushing myself off the 
bed.

"They think you're a slut, Wendy." He licked his lips, 
smiling. "And so will everyone else."

"Get out!"

I shoved his chest with both hands, but my brother 
grabbed me instead. He wrapped his arms around my waist 
and lifted me off my feet. I slapped his face and 
shoulders, kicking my feet as we fell onto the bed with 
him on top. His weight knocked the air out of my lungs, 
painfully, like a hard punch to the chest. I gasped 
weakly, limp and helpless until my head cleared a moment 
later.

"Listen," he said, "all they know is that we were having 
sex. You're never gonna prove that I raped you, so just 
relax."

"I hate you," I breathed. My eyes were growing wet with 
frustration and I was so sick of crying by then.

"All we have to say is that we were just fooling around, 
you know?"

"Get off me."

"We only did it once, right?" Josh eased himself upward, 
onto his elbows so I could catch my breath. "It was like 
an experiment or whatever, it didn't mean anything."

"It means something to Mom," I said. "Don't you even 
care?"

"She'll be okay," he said. "We just can't let her catch 
us again."

"You're crazy!" I almost giggled at the absurdity of it. 
"We're never gonna do it again, Josh."

"Yeah we will," he told me. "Nobody else is ever going 
to love you like I do, Wendy."

"Stop it!" I turned my head as he tried to kiss me. "I 
don't want to!"

"We've got time," Josh said, forcing my legs apart with 
his knees.

I tried twisting away, I even tried to knee him in the 
balls, but I only ended up helping him wedge his hips 
between my thighs. I'd put on a skirt for our aborted 
family meeting and now I wished I'd put on some pants 
instead. Josh tried to hold both of my arms with one 
hand while he used the other to free his cock. My 
panties weren't going to stop him and neither was I, 
even as I jerked one of my arms loose. He was going to 
rape me again and he'd never stop. No matter what 
happened or who got hurt, Josh would never let me go.

"Stop fighting," he said, yanking my panties aside with 
a sharp tearing sound. "I just want to love you, Wendy."

"I don't care," I breathed, closing my fingers around 
the only thing I could reach.

I smashed the snow globe into the side of my brother's 
head, just above his ear and close to his temple. He 
jerked upward as I tried to hit him again. I must have 
known the glass had broken, but I didn't realize it in 
that split second before a jagged tooth caught him just 
under the jaw. It's because he'd lifted his head, you 
see? I'd only wanted him to stop, that's all, and the 
blood spraying across my arm came as a complete surprise 
to both of us.

Josh made a hideous choking sound, like a wet growl, and 
his disbelieving eyes were staring into mine. He 
stumbled backwards, crawling off the bed and trying to 
stand as he pressed his hand against his neck. Blood 
poured over his fingers, turning his t-shirt crimson, 
and then he fell, his legs folding beneath him so that 
he dropped like a puppet cut off his strings.

"Josh!" I stared at him, still holding what remained of 
the snow globe. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

His eyes were large and lonely, not blinking at all. 
They were darting around the room as if looking for 
someone to save him, but there was only me. His mouth 
opened and closed as he lay there. He wanted to say 
something and the words gurgled meaningless from his 
lips. I'd never seen so much blood in my life and it 
seemed to cover everything. My bed. The floor. It pooled 
on the carpet beneath him and his leg kicked weakly, and 
then he was very still. So was I, until Daddy found us 
sometime later. He called the police and an ambulance, 
and everybody else.

And Josh was right, nobody would love me the way he did 
ever again.

end

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