From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sister Rape (b+/f, rape, incest)
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:06:38 GMT

			     Sister Rape
				  by
			       Thunder

	Shannon Harris sat on the living room couch and watched her
older brother Mark out of the corner of her eye. Mark was sitting in
their dad's recliner, sipping beer and keeping one hand stuffed down
his pants while he watched the tape playing on the TV.

	Every now and then Mark would look over at her and smile. Mark
was what you would call handsome: tall, well-built (he lifted weights
every day), with shaggy dark brown hair and gray eyes. He had a
handsome, friendly face... most of the time.

	Shannon felt giddy whenever her brother looked at her. He
hadn't been the same person all week. He'd been acting strange,
sometimes mean, sometimes... weird. All of this had started a week
ago, when her parents had left to spend the summer in Mexico and left
her with Mark.

	Mark was eighteen and old enough to take care of them both.
Shannon was just eleven. She'd looked forward to having the summer
with Mark. The two of them were very close. At least until now, she
thought.

	Mark had never had a girlfriend, though girls called all the
time and asked him out. Mostly he hung around with her and her
friends, sort of like a chaperon. And they all liked having him
around. He was a lot of fun and like a kid sometimes.

	But all that changed shortly after their parents left. Mark's
behavior first showed itself as they were driving home from the
airport. He'd suddenly pulled over and put his arms around her, giving
her a firm, deep kiss on the mouth. Mark had kissed her on the mouth
before, but they had always been quick, sweet kisses. This time it was
anything but sweet. Mark shoved his tongue into her mouth and she
nearly gagged.

	Finally she'd managed to twist away, nearly in tears. "Stop
Mark, please!" she'd begged. He'd hugged her very tightly, telling her
he just wanted to show how much he loved her. Shannon wanted very much
to believe that, because she loved her older brother. So she'd
accepted it. She'd even let him kiss her again. He was gentle this
time, but the kiss was deep. He'd used his tongue again, too. Then
he'd told her that every time he kissed her, for the rest of the
summer, it was going to be like that. Shannon accepted it.

	From there, everything went downhill. As soon as they got
home, her sweet, loving brother sat her down and ticked off his
"rules" like a drill instructor. She was not to leave the house
without telling him. She was not to tell anyone what he did to or with
her, or anything that went on at the house, especially not adults, and
especially not their parents!

	"You're mine this summer, and you'll do as I say," he told
her. Shannon, still being innocent at her age, had agreed. Even if
Mark was acting funny.

	Mark had other things he wanted, as well. She was to sunbathe
for at least one hour per day on the back porch - nude. Shannon didn't
like the sound of that - what if somebody saw? But she agreed to do
it. Further, she was to shower daily - with him.

	Shannon told him no. It was bad enough he wanted her to
sunbathe nude - but take showers with him? Innocent as she was,
Shannon knew something was wrong. She refused to do what Mark told
her.

	"Fine. Then when mom and dad call, I'll tell them you've been
bad. And you'll never get that pony you wanted. Remember?"

	Shannon had gasped. Her parents had promised that if she was
good all summer, she'd get a pony for her birthday in September. A
real one she would ride on weekends and during the summer. But if Mark
said she was bad...

	She agreed to do what he wanted. Mark had been pleased.

				* * *

	That night, and the rest of the week, Mark had kept her at
home, letting her see none of her friends, telling them she was sick.
During that time a lot happened to change Shannon's perceptions of her
brother.

	Aside from the kissing, showers and sunbathing, Mark started
using swear words around her. He'd never done that before. His
favorite was "fuck". The first time they were in the shower, he
introduced her to his penis, which he called "Mr. Stiffy". It
certainly was stiff, Shannon saw, as it bobbed in front of her eyes.
Mark had explained to her what was done with it, pointing out the
precious parts of her young body as well.

	It was the first time Shannon had actually considered herself.
She was a pretty girl, with golden blonde hair that fell in teased
waves past her shoulders, and green eyes, like her mom's. Her small
body was slender, already developing curves, her tiny breasts just
forming, with the pink nipples contrasting against her newly tanned
skin. Her tiny slit was flat against her abdomen, her ass small and
tight, and her legs long and shapely.

	Shannon had been a little afraid then that Mark might put his
cock, as he called it, into her mouth or her cunt, as he called her
slit, while they were in the shower. But he didn't. He was actually
very nice to her.

	That first shower, Shannon also had her first orgasm. Mark
had insisted on soaping her down, paying special attention to her
cunt. As his hand played over her, moving back and forth, then in
gentle circles, she'd felt strange stirrings run up her abdomen,
teasing her insides and making them quiver. She began to pant, her
whole body trembling now. Mark slipped his finger into her. It hurt a
little, but not much, because he didn't go far, but the teasing,
tingling feeling increased.

	"What's... happening... ?" she panted, leaning against Mark as
her knees grew weak.

	"Feel good?" Mark asked.

	"Y-Yes!" she panted.

	"You're having an orgasm," Mark told her. "Want more?"

	"Yes!"

	Mark had rubbed a little faster, a little harder, and the
feeling got better, overwhelmed her, and her eyes rolled up in her
head and she collapsed against him, panting and trembling and out of
breath.

	When she was finally able to straighten up, Mark showed her
how to do it herself. She plunged her little finger in as she
instructed, feeling around. There was a wall of flesh in there that
stopped her probing, and when she pushed on it, she hurt. She told
Mark. He told her it was her cherry, and she'd lose it soon enough. He
didn't tell her how. She just assumed it would go away itself.

	After the shower, Mark dried her off and took her to his room,
where he had her lie down and then he spread her legs. This time, he
used his mouth down there, and it was even better.

	After that, things were sort of normal. She spent the
afternoon with Mark doing house chores, then he wanted to play. The
game he wanted to play was called Kidnapped. They'd played it before,
lots of times. Mark would pretend to grab her, then tie her up and gag
her. After a while he'd let her go.

	Today was different, though. After he tied her up and gagged
her, he pulled her shorts and panties down and fingered and sucked her
to two orgasms. Shannon found she liked it. Mark's behavior no longer
worried her, in fact - it was enjoyable. At the time.

	Over the next two days, it was pretty much the same. At night
Mark brought home porno tapes, either ones he rented or ones that came
in plain boxes. The rented ones were of men and women, but the other
ones were with girls like her, sometimes with two or three men. Mark
insisted Shannon play with herself while she watched, so she did.
Just watching gave her a funny feeling.

	After a while, though, she noticed that the girls on the tapes
didn't seem to be having much fun, especially when the men put their
cocks in the girls mouths or cunts, and even their asses! On the last
tape, it got even weirder. In this one the girls were tied up and
gagged, and some bled when the men put their cocks into the girl's
cunts. Shannon could hardly watch. Mark, on the other hand, was
getting very excited. He had taken out his cock and was jerking it
wildly. He came three or four times, too. He'd told Shannon that
something came out when a man played with it, but she'd never seen it
before!

	The first time he came, Mark had scooped it up on his fingers
and told Shannon to lick it off. When she'd refused, he threatened to
say she'd been bad. So she'd licked it off. It was salty sweet and
gooey, but it wasn't too bad. When Mark had come again, he'd told her
to lick it off his body. She'd done so quickly. She had seen more on
his cock, but he told her not to worry about it yet.

	And so it went on, until in one scene, a pretty, dark haired
girl in a brownie scout uniform was led in. She was bound and gagged
but quiet, not crying. Shannon thought she looked familiar.

	"I know her!" she said.

	Mark jumped up and switched off the VCR. "Okay, enough for
tonight," he'd announced. "Go to bed."

	"But... "

	"Go!"

	So Shannon went. She'd considered sneaking down to look again,
but didn't want to get Mark mad. Besides, the films worried her. It
was fun doing things with her brother, whom she trusted - weird as
he'd been - but with strangers, she could never do it.

	On the following day, the weirdness got weirder. She got up to
dress and saw that someone had been in her closet. On closer
inspection, she realized all of her pants were gone, as were all of
her long holiday dresses, flip flops and anything but a few pairs of
dress slippers and sneakers. Her other dresses and shorts were still
left, but her tube tops and tank tops were gone as well. But something
else was there. Several pairs of pantyhose, all sheer nudes, with
holes stitched in front and back. Along with them were several pairs
of white cotton little girl panties, similarly stitched.

	Shannon was wondering about all this when Mark walked in.
Without a word he pointed to the bed. Shannon lay down and spread her
legs for him, and he fingered her roughly to orgasm. It hurt more than
it felt good.

	"Now got get some sun, shower and get dressed," he told her
coldly. Shannon did as she was told, then returned to get dressed.
Mark had laid out her clothes: a pair of the crotchless panties, a
pair of hose, a white long sleeve blouse and vest, a short denim skirt
and white slippers. He watched her while she dressed, then pushed her
down on the bed.

	"This first," he told her, pulling out a coil of rope his back
pocket. He used it to tie her wrists together behind her back.
Grabbing a pair of panties from her drawer, he stuffed them in her
mouth.

	Shannon knew what was going to happen next, because of the
tapes last night. She lay there, frozen in horror, as Mark took his
pants down, freeing his huge, hard cock. He climbed up between her
legs and shoved his finger into her, starting another orgasm, despite
her fear.

	"I'm going to fuck you, sis," he told her. "Hell, I'm going to
rape you! And this isn't going to be it. No way. I'm going to do it
all summer. And other guys are going to do it with you. You've teased
me long enough, baby sister!"

	Shannon screamed, but the gag stopped it. Mark's hips thrust
forward, pushing into her. She screamed again. He was at her hymen. He
thrust once more.

	Shannon gasped. It felt like she'd been punched in the gut.
She felt her hymen tear. She felt Mark slide far up inside of her,
deeper than ever before. And it really hurt.

	Her scream was more of a pained moan; the world was flashing,
spinning, moving in and out. Mark was leering at her, her own brother,
moving in and out of her. Raping her.

	So that was what this was called, she found herself thinking.
It hurts so bad. The pain was all she was aware of. Not the tears on
her face, not the fact that Mark was dumping his load of cum in her
underdeveloped womb, his entire body shaking with his own orgasm.

	The rape went on for hours, Mark spending himself in her time
and again, to the point that he was actually hurting himself. She
drifted, unaware, until...

	The teasing. It was there.

	Shannon was suddenly aware of it, among the pain and the
discomfort. That good feeling again, building. Even though her insides
burned, it was there. Mark was moving slowly now, looking tired. The
sun was lower in the sky where it hung outside her window. Shannon
began to moan.

	"It's about fucking time," Mark muttered.

	Her orgasm hit her with glorious force, washing away
everything. Immediately, she passed out.

				* * *

	When she woke later that evening, she was in bed, naked and
sore. But she'd been untied and Mark was leaning over her, looking
more like his old self. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry I
had to hurt you so badly, sis," he told her softly.

	Shannon started crying. "Why, Mark?"

	"Because you're so hot, sis. You're gorgeous and I've wanted
to fuck you for a long time. So when mom and dad left, I knew I had a
chance. Except that I couldn't do it unless I had complete control. I
had to rape you."

	"But why?" she sobbed.

	Mark stroked her hair gently. "Okay, listen. I'm a control
freak, all right? You're not the first little girl I've done this to.
See, there's these guys I met up with, and their like me. Somehow they
found out about you and wanted me to bring you around so they could
rape you. But I was afraid they'd hurt you too much. I know I hurt you
when I raped you, but I didn't hit your or beat you, okay? I could
never hurt you like that. But those guys... I wanted you to be ready."

	"Are you going to rape me again? Are they?"

	"Yeah. We all are."

	"No!"

	Suddenly Mark's face hardened. "Now you listen, sis. I'm
trying to be nice. Like it or not, you're going to get it. You agree
to let me, and anybody else, and I'll do my best to help you have
orgasms every time. And I'll tell mom and dad you were really good
this summer. It's not much of a price to pay. Your virginity for a new
pony."

	Shannon, lacking the experience and knowledge older girls had,
considered it. Somehow, a pony seemed more important than letting men
use her body. She didn't know much about dignity or self-respect, you
see.

	"Okay, Mark. But please, no more tonight."

	Mark's face softened. "No more tonight. Tomorrow you'll suck
me, though, and I'll fuck your ass. Then you get a day to rest, okay?
Then I want to show you something."

	Shannon nodded. She thought she might even get to like it -
especially if she could have orgasms. "Okay."

	"Good girl. There's more to this, sis, that I'll tell you
right now. Now go to sleep."

	"Stay with me, Mark?" she begged. "Just don't... don't do
anything, okay?"

	"Okay," Mark agreed.

				* * *

	Mark did not stay, however. After his sister was asleep, he
picked up the phone and dialed his parents hotel in Mexico. It took a
bit to get connected, but when he was on, he was all too pleased to
hear his father's voice.

	They talked for a long time, then hung up. Yawning, Mark
returned to his little sister, eager to snuggle up to her naked, warm
body.

				* * *

	The following day Mark spent raping her ass. He left her naked
and but tied and gagged her. He was pretty gentle - he told her he
didn't like doing asses much. He even taught her how to take it
without much hurt. Shannon learned quickly.

				* * *

	And so, Shannon found herself sitting on the couch, feeling
giddy as she watched Mark. She didn't know why, but soon, she would.

	Shannon turned her attention to the porn flick on the TV.
Shannon watched closely as women went up and down on guys cocks,
studying the things they did. So did Mark.

	Shannon had learned something else that day, as well. When
Mark tied her hands, or just handled her roughly, she got hot and wet.
That was good, because after dinner, Mark had tied her hands and
broken his promise by raping her. The wetness made things hurt a lot
less, and she'd enjoyed it. It became more enjoyable when she
screamed, since that really turned Mark on. Even the pain added to it
all, and soon she found herself wanting Mark to rape her again and
again, even to hurt her.

	When Mark was done, he didn't untie her. She'd begged him to
do it again, eager to have his stiff cock in her. But he was limp
now, and none of it did any good.

	"Beg me not to," he told her.

	"Please Mark, no more," she begged, putting as much fear into
her voice as she could. His cock started to harden. The more she
pleaded and cried, the harder it got. And when he raped her again,
she loved it.

	When it came time to suck his cock, Shannon resisted. It
turned both of them on. She was actually a little scared, and the fear
turned her on even more. He pushed her, resisting, until his cock was
in her mouth, pushed until she choked. Only then did he let up, and
Shannon went to work on his shaft, sucking, licking and blowing until
his hot cum was shooting down her throat.

	He raped her six times that night, mouth and cunt and once up
the ass. She loved every second. She found she liked to be treated
roughly, to be hurt without being whipped or slapped or beaten.

	Afterward, Mark showed her the rest of the tape. She did know
the Brownie scout; her name was Missy, and three years ago, she'd
disappeared. On the tape, three men and a boy - Mark, no less - were
raping her. It turned Shannon on. She wished she could trade places
with that girl. The idea of being held captive, raped and used and
abused like that, turned her on endlessly. She asked Mark whatever
happened to Missy, and he told her that after they were done, she was
turned over to another group of guys who used her in a snuff film.

	"She was raped, tortured and finally killed," Mark told her.
For some reason, Shannon got even more excited. She questioned Mark
endlessly about how they got Missy and what it was like, then asked
him when she could get some strange guys to do her.

	"Not right away, and not alone," Mark told her. "Give it a few
days. I want to be there to be safe. After that, well... you could
always be sold, or let some guy pick you up. But you might get
killed." He said the last thing without much concern.

	"I don't care," Shannon insisted, lost in her lust. "I want to
be taken and raped and used. I really do!"

				* * *

	That night, Shannon fantasized about strange men luring her
into their cars, of dozens of escaped convicts raping her young body.
The next day she and Mark rented as many rape videos as they could
get, and Mark got some more unmarked ones. Shannon soon added having
her nipples pinched and clothes torn to her fantasies.

	For the remainder of the two weeks Mark kept her around the
house, her fantasies grew. With Mark's help they began to write them
down on his computer and sent them to bulletin boards he was on. The
fantasies got darker, with her winding up dead or even tortured in
some. In still others, she'd begun to add her friends, particularly
her best friend Julie Roberts. The idea of Julie getting it really
turned her on.

	For the time being, however, it was just her and Mark. As the
week drew to a close, he raped her less and less. Over the last two
days, he didn't touch her at all.

	On the morning of the last day he told her they were going
shopping. Once more he laid out her clothes: a white long sleeve
blouse and an acid washed mini skirt, white slippers - the clothes
she'd first been raped in. He gave her a pair of the crotchless
panties and the hole-y hose to wear as well. She was practically
shaking with excitement, realizing how many men would see her.

	They drove to the mall. It was a huge place, two stories, and
easy to get lost in. Somehow, she did, becoming separated from Mark.
Up until last week, she'd have been terrified. Now she was excited.

	She got a lot of looks, and eventually, a young man approached
her. He asked her her name and then asked her if she'd like to have
some pictures taken. She went along eagerly.

	He led her to a van in the lot and helped her in - then shoved
her to the floor and pinned her down. Shannon screamed and he slapped
her. Not very hard, but enough that she knew to be quiet, and enough
to scare her. Either way, she was already getting wet.

	Shannon begged him not to hurt her, forcing tears that came
all too easy. He just grinned and dropped his pants. He wasn't as big
as Mark, but he'd do. He flipped up her skirt and stared at the hose
underneath.

	"What's this?"

	"M-My b-brother w-wants me to wear them," she said.

	"Smart," he laughed, and slammed into her.

	Shannon screamed. That hurt! But she liked it anyway. The
man's hand clamped over her mouth and his other hand caught her wrists
and held them together as he had his way with her. Shannon hid her
orgasm behind whimpers and sobs. The guy neither seemed to notice nor
care that she was wet and not a virgin. Mark had told her to lie and
say she had an accident that caused her hymen to tear, in case anybody
asked, and she didn't know why she was wet. He said that probably
wouldn't matter, anyway.

	As her orgasm hit, something else occurred to Shannon - Mark
wasn't there. He said he would be, too, but he wasn't. Suddenly she
realized that this man was indeed a total stranger... and she was at
his mercy.

	The stranger came a minute or so later, spewing his load
inside of her. He pulled out and made her lick him clean. "Not bad,"
he told her. When he finished, he tied her hands behind her and gagged
her with a strip of tape, then tied her ankles. Then he climbed into
the driver's seat and they took off.

	Shannon realized, with a thrill of excitement and terror, she
would probably die today. She wondered how, and would he torture her
first?

	The van stopped about half an hour later, and the side door
opened. Four men in leather jackets and chains got in. Bikers.
Shannon felt her heart leap.

	Over the next six hours Shannon endured a brutal gang rape
that stretched her young body to the limits. There were fifteen men in
all, and each took her every way he could, in positions she'd never
imagined. Her clothes were torn off, she was slapped, her cunt and
stomach punched several times when she resisted. She was choked
unconscious twice while they raped her, bringing on untold orgasms.

	After the first hour, all of her excitement and lust faded and
gave way to fear. By the sixth hour she was numb inside and sore
outside. They dumped her unceremoniously out of the van into a grass
patch beneath some trees, leaving only her ankles untied. After a
while she managed to get up and started walking.

	It wasn't long before she was picked up by four high school
boys. With her clothes in tatters, her hands bound behind her and only
slippers on her feet, three of them took turns on her. It didn't
matter that she was only eleven. It didn't matter that she'd been
used. They saw pussy and they took it.

	The fourth boy took her when the others were done and held her
tightly. She cried into his shoulder, needing the comfort. Eventually
the other boys dropped her and him off near another car.

	As soon as the others drove off, he raped her, too. He called
her slut and whore and said she deserved it. She felt she did.

	When he was done, he at least took her home. That was when he
revealed he knew her and Mark. He didn't say anything else.

	Five minutes later she stumbled inside. Mark jumped up from
the couch and ran over to her, holding her tight. He untied her, got
her to the shower, and put her to bed. He was good the whole time. She
told him everything, and then he gave her a sleeping pill and she was
out like a light.

				* * *

	She spent the next three days in bed recovering. Not only
physically, but mentally. And found that, in retrospect, she'd enjoyed
herself. Only now did she realize that. It was terrifyingly fun.

	When she finally got out of bed, Mark told her Julie had been
by. A slow, sly smile crossed her face. "Mark, do you think maybe
Julie would... join me?" she asked.

	Mark grinned. "I think that could be arranged... "