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Betsy's Bad Intentions
by rache
Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only. This is a true story in so far as the first sentence and the
last four sentences are one hundred percent accurate and verifiable.
rache696@yahoo.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
Story Codes: m/f, incest, romance, rape, violent, D/s, MDom, Blake,
Cookies, Bad Intentions
Synopsis: Fifteen year old Betsy needs her older brother's help with a
homework assignment and Troy reluctantly agrees to assist his little
sister, only to discover that the bonds of blood are no match for the
passion their hearts alone can share.

Betsy's Bad Intentions
by rache

A truth that's told with bad intent,
Beats all the lies you can invent ~ William Blake

Once upon a time in a land far, far away from where you are probably,
when I was really bored and in sort of a bad mood, I decided to write
down the following account of a girl I once knew, and how she and her
brother fell hopelessly in love...

~Chapter Only~


"Do you have homework?" mom asked us, just like she had a hundred
million times before.

"Hi mom!" I smiled, ignoring her question cause I had different
priorities. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and peeked over her
shoulder too. "Mmmm...Cookies!"

"Hey mom," Troy said and he was right behind me, like always. "What's
that smell?"

"Guess," mom said and she was a good mom. She liked to bake and I
guess that sorta made up for her homework fetish.

"Cookies!" Troy grinned and he saw me stealing one, sort of juggling
it with my fingertips cause it was hot!

"Bets, how many times have I told you to wash your hands first?" mom
sighed, but it was too late.

"Too late!" I said, taking a small bite and chewing with my mouth wide
open cause that cookie was really hot!

"Now you got germs, Betsy!" Troy laughed and he was stealing a cookie
too.

"Alright fine, sit down at the table like normal people," mom said and
she was already going for the refrigerator. Milk and cookies was a
pretty good idea though and I wondered who'd thought of it.

Troy and I were both in high school, but we were never really serious
about anything and around our parents we still acted like little kids
sometimes, but I suppose everyone does that. I did it more than Troy,
since he was just about seventeen and kind of on the 'I'm growing into
a man' trip. He was gonna be a good looking man too, like our dad was,
all kinds of tall and dark and handsome. I loved my brother, in a
healthy, sisterly sort of way.

I was fifteen and looking forward to being pretty like my mom was. She
was old already, like almost thirty-five, which seemed pretty ancient,
but she didn't have any wrinkles or anything. No grey hairs. She was
tall and busty and curvy, and all kinds of blonde and blue. You know.
A lot of my brother's friends talked about how they wanted to have sex
with her and that was so disgusting. I hated my brother's friends when
they came over. All they did was stare at me and my mom, I swear. I
put on extra clothes when they were around, just cause they made me
feel naked.

"That's just the way boys are," mom shrugged when I asked her about
it. "Especially boys that age."

"When are they gonna grow out of it?" I wondered, cause some of those
guys had been staring at me for years.

"When?" mom giggled and she sounded twenty years younger. Everybody
loved my mom's giggle. "Never. So you're just going to have to get
used to it, Bets."

Everybody called me Bets, cause that's a way better name than Betsy.
My brother was the only one who didn't and that was just because he
was my brother and determined to be different, so I didn't mind. I
think a girl's brother should be different from everyone else and so I
sorta liked it, except I mostly pretended I didn't.

The boys had a good reason to stare at me though, now that I'm
thinking about it. While my mom was really round and curvy without
being fat or anything, I was mostly tall, thin, and kind of angular.
That's my word for it, nobody ever called me angular, but you know
what I mean. I was waiting to fill out a little more, put it that way.
My hips were narrow and my boobs were shaped like rockets, I swear. I
kept waiting for them to get like big and round, but they just pointed
out with sharp pink nipples that were like an inch long. I had the
longest nipples in school, I bet, and I was mostly pretty self-
conscious about it.

Being fifteen sucks. I mean, I grew up, but now out, see? My legs were
too long for my body. My butt was round, but not very big at all. I
bought these jeans, a pair I wasn't supposed to get cause first of all
they were like sixty dollars, but also because they're not real denim,
but like this stretchy stuff that sorta looks like denim, and they're
totally supposed to fit my legs and hips and especially my butt, all
skin tight and stuff. Have you seen those? But on me they were baggy
in the back. My legs looked great, but my ass? God! I just wanted a
real butt and some real tits too. That was gonna be so cool, if it
ever happened.

"I look like a tomboy," I frowned one day, but my dad just rolled his
hazel eyes.

"You look great, Bets," he said. "Don't worry, you're growing up too
fast as it is."

"I wish," I pouted and I had a good face for that.

A pretty face, that's what I had, much like my mom's. Big blue eyes
and a lot of blonde hair. Mom liked to keep hers kind of short, in a
neat French curl down to her shoulders. I was going for sort of an alt-
post-goth-punkodrama look, cause it was way cool. So my hair was long
and shaggy and I liked to put like ten ponytails in it, pointing every
which way, and then my best friend Shannon's sister would dye the tips
blue and red and pink, cause she was going to beautician school and
liked to practice, and...You get the idea.

Tie dyed hair, that's what my daddy called it and he was pretty okay
with it. Mom wasn't, but once it was dyed, you know, it sorta stayed
that way for awhile. After the third time though, mom had told me she
was going to shave my head the next time I did it and that sounded
seriously cool! I couldn't wait...But she changed her mind at the last
minute when she figured out I'd kinda like having a cue cut for
awhile. I wanted to get one of those cosmetic tattoos on my skull. Not
a real one, but one of the temporary kind that only last like a few
weeks. I was gonna get a whole bunch of flowers, like a garden growing
on my scalp, and right in the middle and in between and curling
around, I wanted a serpent, like a snake, you know? So it was like the
Garden of Eden and temptation and all that stuff right there on my
noggin.

Maybe it was a good thing I didn't get to shave my head, since I go to
a catholic school and all.

"Now," mom said on the day in question. "Do you guys have any
homework?"

"I got some math to do," Troy admitted.

"I sorta have some," I shrugged around a cookie.

"What does sorta mean?" mom asked.

"We had this rape prevention thing at school today," I said, "and, oh!
Look, I got a rape whistle and..." I was reaching for my purse but mom
stopped me.

"I believe you, Bets," she said. "What's your homework?"

"Rape prevention," Troy smirked, but I don't know why.

"What?" I looked at him. "Anyway, yeah, um, I'm supposed to practice
the rape prevention stuff. Like if a guy grabs me and he wants to, you
know, rape me or whatever? I'm supposed to like stomp on his foot and,
uh, what else? Oh, sorta jab my elbow in his ribs and scratch his eyes
out and all that. I'm supposed to blow my whistle too, except I can't
remember if I'm supposed to blow it before I beat him up or
afterwards, and..."

"Okay, okay," mom said. "So what's your homework?"

"She's gotta get raped," Troy grinned at me.

"Shut-up! God! You're so ugly!" I rolled my eyes.

"Bets?" Mom was waiting.

"I'm not ugly," Troy frowned. "Who'd want to rape you anyway? Have you
seen your hair?"

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked him. "It's cool!"

"Bets?" Mom was still there.

"It looks like you went through a car wash," Troy said.

"That's the style!" I said and stuck my tongue out at him cause I knew
my hair was cool. Shannon's sister said so.

"Betsy! What is your homework?" mom finally demanded and that was
pretty much what I was waiting for.

"Oh, um, I just gotta like practice fighting off a rapist," I
shrugged.

"Practice fighting off a rapist?" mom blinked at me.

"A girl like you shouldn't fight him off," Troy said. "You should send
him a thank you note afterwards."

"Shut-up!" I stared at my brother and he just smirked some more.

"What? I just don't wanna see you die a virgin, that's all," Troy said
and my mom gave him a real dirty look.

"Maybe you should help your sister with her homework," mom told him
and Troy looked at my mom like she was crazy.

"Him?" I giggled. "I think rapists are supposed to be like sorta
tough, mom."

"What's that mean?" Troy asked, feeling his manhood threatened, I was
sure. He was so predictable.

"I mean you couldn't rape your way out of a paper bag," I said, still
laughing at him and then I let my eyes go obviously down to his lap.
"Besides, it's not like you got anything down there that a girl would
be afraid of."

"Bets," mom warned me. "Be nice."

"Oh yeah?" Troy was turning a little red, but we teased each other all
the time anyway. "How would you know? You been sneaking peeks at me in
the shower?"

"Get real!" I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "Janey told me all about
your little thingy."

"She did?" That made Troy sit back.

"Of course!" I nodded. "She told everybody about it."

"She told everybody what?" mom asked suspiciously and she didn't know
about Troy and Janey.

"Just that when they were doing it she couldn't hardly feel a thing,"
I said lightly, as if it was the most casual sort of news in the
world.

"She felt it!" Troy protested. "She told me she loved it!"

"What?" mom stared at the boy like he was from Mars. "You've been
having...Sex?"

"She told you she came too, didn't she?" I smirked cause it was my
turn. "She just didn't want to hurt your feelings cause you got such a
little dick."

"Betsy!" mom stared at me.

"Like adding insult to injury," I shrugged.

"You're such a liar!" Troy said and then his face broke into a huge
grin. "Oh! You almost had me!"

"Heh!" I laughed cause I couldn't help it. "You believed me too! Admit
it!"

"Almost," Troy shrugged. "You always smirk when you lie though."

"I do?" I frowned at that.

"Yep," Troy said apologetically. "You gotta work on that, sis."

"What are you two talking about?" mom was kind of like in shock or
something.

"Don't worry, mom," I said, pushing my chair back and my brother was
getting up too. "Troy's got a really big dick."

"Yeah," Troy said. "Betsy was just teasing me."

"What?" mom asked, but we were already halfway out of the kitchen.

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

"Hurry up!" I said, laying on Troy's bed and playing with my Ken and
Barbie dolls.

I had like a hundred of them, but Pimp Ken and Prostitute Barbie were
my favorites. Of course they hadn't always been Pimp Ken and
Prostitute Barbie, but for my ninth grade home economics class I'd
made them some new clothes. Now Ken was stylin' with a two piece
leopard skin suit in lavender, some gangsta tats on his back and arms
and chest, and some ho kickin' leather boots. He had a lotta bling
too, obviously, and a real bad attitude for being a wigger like he
was. I shoulda painted him brown maybe.

Prostitute Barbie still looked like Barbie, except she wore fishnet
stockings, a micro-ultra-mini in red leather and a nylon tube top
around her tits. I'd painted some nipples on her too and pierced them
with little safety pins, tiny ones, so they looked really cool. I'd
shaved half her head and bleached the other half with peroxide and
streaked it with red before throwing a bunch of glitter in it. She
looked sorta like Rave Barbie Gone Bad, you know? And Ken was butt
fucking her anus for holding out some green the night before.

Ken hated that shit and I wished I had a little coat hanger he could
hold in his plastic fingers. Barbie really needed a good ass whipping.

"Oh no, Ken! Don't hurt me! I love you!" I said in a high falsetto
voice, although my own voice is pretty high anyway.

"Shut-up, bitch! You is my ho! And dis is my hole, ho!" I said in my
deep voice. "Yo!"

"Ho-ho-ho..." Troy shook his head. "You're so sick, Betsy."

"What?" I asked, sorta wrapping Barbie's legs around Ken's waist and
looking around for a rubber band or something so I could keep them
that way.

"You're gonna help me with my homework right?" I looked at Troy a
couple minutes later when he didn't answer me and I'd ended up taking
a rubber band out of my hair and then I decided to take all of them
out and just shag it.

"Rape prevention?" Troy snickered and I hated that sound.

"Yeah, I'm serious," I told him. "I really gotta practice it. We gotta
like fight off some guy in a rubber suit tomorrow. I don't wanna look
like an idiot!"

"You don't?" Troy turned to look at me, making a point of looking at
my hair and I frowned at him.

"Okay! I get it! You don't like my hair! Sorry!" I huffed and puffed a
little.

"Nah, it's okay," Troy laughed. "I just like teasing you."

"I know!" I pouted. "You're so mean to me all the time. I swear! I
wish I had a pony instead of you!"

"You wanna ride me?" Troy laughed and he was closing his math book
finally.

"Yeah," I giggled. "Put a saddle on your back and ride you to the
circus!"

"I hate the circus," Troy made a face.

"I like the cotton candy," I said.

"Yeah, I'll help you," Troy agreed and I knew he would. He had this
big brother thing going and he always had. I was pretty lucky that
way. Troy always looked out for me.

"Cool!" I threw Ken and Barbie to aside and bounced my butt off the
bed. "You're really gonna try and rape me, right?"

"You want me to?" Troy asked and he was sorta looking me up and down
like a brother shouldn't.

"Well, yeah!" I giggled. "Of course I do! It won't work if you're not
trying."

"Okay, that's cool," Troy agreed and I could see the wheels turning in
his sixteen year old boy brain.

"But I gotta really try and fight you too," I said. "Don't forget
about that part of it."

"You can try," Troy said. "But I'm not gonna stop just because you say
no or whatever."

"Duh!" I rolled my eyes. "No doesn't mean no when I'm getting raped,
silly! Otherwise, why would they give me a whistle?"

"I guess so," Troy said. "Soooo...You wanna do it now? Here?"

"No way," I shook my head. "It won't work if I know it's coming."

"What do you want to do then?" Troy wondered and sometimes I thought
he was sorta like brain damaged.

"You just gotta surprise me," I said. "Like when I'm not expecting it,
you know?"

"Oh," Troy nodded. "You want it to be like a real rape thing, huh?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "What do you think we're talking about?"

"Nah, I get it," Troy said. "No cheating though, right? Don't go
putting on like six pairs of panties and two pairs of pants and..."

"God!" I stared at him like he was crazy. "I wouldn't do that! I won't
change clothes all night, okay?"

"Really?" Troy liked my little catholic school girl uniform, I knew
that.

"I swear," I crossed my heart and kissed my fingers.

"Cool," Troy said. "So I'm gonna rape you when you're least expecting
it, huh?"

"Yep," I said. "That's what I need."

"Okay," Troy shrugged and then he hit me really hard in the tummy!

"Oh!" I gasped and all the air got knocked out of me and I couldn't
breathe at all. I couldn't even stand up straight because my whole
stomach felt like it was on fire. I had tears in my eyes and my nose
was running just that quick, and I could barely make out my brother's
knee as it came up into my face with a real bone crunching THUD!!

"Uh!" I sorta groaned, except it's hard to do that when you don't have
any air in your lungs. My nose felt like it was pointed the wrong way
and my teeth hurt. That felt really weird. My upper lip was cut; I
knew that because I could taste the blood and feel it running down
into my mouth. My nose was bleeding too, probably, but it was hard to
tell because it just felt really stuffed up mostly. My eyes were
squinched tightly shut and my whole face just felt sorta...Broken.

"How's that, Betsy?" Troy was asking me, but I couldn't say anything
and he was already pushing me down to the floor. "I'm gonna rape you
good now, you stupid bitch!"

"Oh, fuck!" I gasped, cause it hurt a lot.

"Shut-up!" Troy punched me in the head. SMACK! It made everything go
black for a second and then he did it again! SMACK!!

"Uh!" was about all I could say, and I realized I was sitting on my
butt.

"You're such a cunt!" he said and he punched me right in my budding
little tits. SMWACK!

"Ohhhh owww!" I was crying by then, trying to cover myself up.

"Little slut, you never been fucked, huh?" he kicked me in the thighs
and I was falling back, trying to curl up into a ball.

My brother was getting down too, on the floor with me and he was
hitting me everywhere he could, it felt like. Like pummeling me, you
know? Hitting me wherever I wasn't covering myself up and when I'd
move my hands, he'd just punch me somewhere else.

"Ahh oh umph!" I was making like animal noises, grunting and groaning,
cause it hurt everyplace he hit me.

"Get you legs open, Betsy!" he said, trying to pull my legs apart and
when he had enough room, my brother punched me hard, right in the
cunt! SPRACK!!

"Faaahhhk!!" I screamed, but only barely. I didn't have a lot of air
in my lungs just then, thank God, or the whole neighborhood would have
heard me.

"That warm you up, huh?" he was laughing, sorta breathlessly, and I
was writhing in agony. My whole body was on fire. "Have another one,
bitch!"

SMWAMM! He nailed me again, even harder that time as my legs were
rubbery and spread wide enough to give him a shot right at the center
of my sex. His fist drove straight into my pussy, my little pink
panties offering no protection at all, and that was like the worst
thing I could ever even imagine, let alone suffer up close and
personal.

"Fuck! You know how hot you are?" my brother asked me. "Look at me!
You're sexy as fuck!"

He grabbed me by the hair, jerking my bruised and bloody face up so he
could see it. I sobbed and coughed, spitting out blood and snot to
dribble down my chin. I couldn't breathe hardly at all and everytime I
did it was like there were knives in my tits. My legs felt numb,
everything below the waist was like dead weight, the only place down
there I felt anything was in my pussy. That was like a fire, a bad
fire and I felt too big between my legs. Like it was six times bigger
than it used to be, all puffy and swollen and bleeding, I figured.

"You wanna be raped? I'll fuckin' rape you," he said. "I been dreamin'
of rapin' you, sis!"

SKRACK!! He punched me in the face, like right between my eyes, I
think. His hand was so big it like hit both of my eyes at the same
time, you know? I really saw stars then and my head thudded off the
carpet when I dropped like a stone. The floor felt amazingly soft in
comparison to Troy's fist and I couldn't feel my fingers anymore.

"Little cock teasing whore," he was on top of me, sitting on my tummy
all of a sudden and probably that had hurt, but I sorta didn't feel
it. "You know how bad I wanna fuck you? Me and all my buddies? Every
boy at school? You know, huh? Answer me!"

SWAAPPP! He slapped my face, making me groan and blink up at him
through painful wet eyes. Like my eyeballs hurt and even seeing stuff
with them was torture. I just wanted to close my eyes.

"Every fuckin' guy I know just wants to rape you!" he laughed,
grabbing my blouse in his hands and yanking it open. He lifted my
shoulders off the floor momentarily with it and then dropped me with a
dull thud. "Lucky me, huh? Stupid slut!"

My brother did the same thing with my bra, which was really like a
training bra since my boobs weren't very big at all. It stretched a
lot, even though it wasn't really supposed to, and he got a little mad
when it didn't rip or break right away.

"Fuck you got baby tits!" he was saying, yanking my bra this way and
that. "How's this stupid thing come off, anyway?"

"Numph..." I said and maybe tried to lift one of my arms.

"Shut-up!" he hit me in the tits again, making my whole body sorta
jerk and spasm like I was having a seizure or something. I even bit my
tongue cause it hurt so much getting tit punched like that.

He pressed his left hand against my tummy, except sorta higher maybe,
where the bones and stuff are. He grabbed my bra in the other hand,
and grunted loudly as he pulled up with all his strength and that
finally broke the little clasps at the back of it. Broke the shoulder
straps too, so that they popped and my broken bra came away in sort of
a tangled mess.

"Ha!" my brother held it up triumphantly, grinning down at me. "I got
it, see? Stupid fucking bra!"

He grabbed my hands and tied my wrists together with my arms pushed
up, above my head. I wanted to resist him, and maybe I did, but that
didn't do anything but make him made.

"Better stop that, Betsy!" he said, holding my skinny wrists in his
left hand and reaching for my left tit with his right. "Or I'll rip
this milk puppy off!"

"Ohhmmm!" I arched my back then, or tried to except my brother was
still sitting on my tummy and he was heavy.

Troy had grabbed my breast in his hand, digging his fingers into my
flesh like he was making a fist around my aching little boob, and then
he pulled and twisted, like he really was gonna tear it off my body.
He did that until I was nodding my head weakly, begging him with
babbling, meaningless animal noises to stop.

"Troy? Bets? What's going on in there?" mom was knocking at the door.

"Shit," my brother breathed and then louder. "I'm just helping Betsy
with her homework, mom."

"Her homework?" mom's muffled voice came through the door. "Well, stop
jumping around in there. It isn't a playground."

"Sorry mom!" Troy answered dutifully.

"Mmmpph!" I tried to yell, but my brother had let go of my tit by then
and now he had his big right hand clamped tightly over my mouth.

"I'm going to run over to your Aunt Sandy's for a bit," mom said. "She
isn't feeling too well. You guys order some pizza tonight, okay?"

"Kay mom," Troy replied. "See ya later."

"Okay, love you!" mom said. "Have fun...And no fighting!"

"We won't, mom," Troy rolled his eyes and grinned at me. "We'll be
good!"

He tied my hands quickly, using my bra to tie my wrists together and
then Troy went back to my tits. He liked to pinch my nipples, cause
they were fat and super long. The biggest nipples in school, like I
said, to go with my too small tits. It mighta felt good the way my
brother was rolling my nipples around, pinching and pulling, like
yanking my already pointy tits straight up so that I'd gasp and groan,
but mostly I just felt sorta numb right then.

"I always loved you nipples, Betsy!" he laughed. "Fuck you got perfect
nips, you know that? Fuckin' high beams and shit!"

SPLAP!! SPLAP!! He slapped my tits hard with both hands, like big
looping swings with his arms so that his palms caught them right on
the sides, below my arm pits. That wasn't so bad, really, but it
sounded sorta bad. I was wet now, my face and body damp with sweat and
it was hard to keep my eyes open. They were sorta puffy and getting
closed up, and laying on my back made it hard to breathe cause all
that snot and blood was running into the back of my mouth.

"See what we got here, huh?" Troy said, getting off me finally and I
hadn't realized how much my tummy hurt from just being sat on.

He grabbed my skirt, the plaid one I had to wear to school and yanked
it hard and up, lifting my hips like two feet off the floor until the
buttons popped and all of a sudden I dropped hard onto my butt. He
threw my skirt off to the side and grabbed my panties. I sorta kicked
at him, squirming like a worm like that was gonna do me any good.

"Stop moving, cunt!" my brother growled and he brought his right fist
down like a hammer WHAMMM!! Right on the soft fatty mound of my pussy.

That made my knees come up, and my head and shoulders came off the
floor like I was doing a crunch for gym class, those were annoying but
this really hurt a lot! Like stars exploded down in my tummy, way down
low in my pussy maybe. He'd really hit me hard and then Troy was
grabbing my panties and yanking them down my long legs. I was all
slack then, like a rag doll and shaking cause it hurt so bad.

"Fuck! What a gorgeous cunt, sis!" Troy was staring at my fifteen year
old pussy, all pink and just barely covered with some light brown
pubic hair. I didn't have much at all and he could see everything.

"Noomppph...P-Please..." I begged, sounding like a dying frog mostly. My
voice was spongy and cracked and it had taken a lot of effort just to
get the words out.

"Better blow your fuckin' whistle, bitch!" Troy laughed. "Cause I'm
gonna rape the fuck outta your cunt!"

"Aggh!!" I gasped and bloody spittle flew from my lips as my brother
suddenly jammed two fingers inside my virgin pussy.

"You're wet as hell in there!" he said, stretching my soft walls
painfully, wiggling his fingers around as deep as he could get them.
"Where's your cherry at, bitch? You been fucked before?"

"N-Noooo..." I moaned, twisting my head from side to side, moving my
hips like I might get away from the pain. It hurt a lot, the way he
was jerking his fingers around inside me. I tried closing my legs, but
that just clamped my wet thighs against his hand and made him smile.

"Bet I popped it when I punched you, huh?" he licked his lips. "Fuck,
I hope so! Let's see..."

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and held them up so we could
both see them streaked with dark red blood. Not a lot of it, but it
was definitely there. He'd broken my hymen when he'd hit me, or maybe
just when he'd shoved those fingers inside my cunt, I didn't know. It
had a hurt a lot everywhere, so it wasn't like I'd felt that one
little rip when my cherry was popped; there was too much other stuff
that hurt.

"Ha! Stupid whore," my brother pushed his fingers into my mouth,
making me taste my virginal blood. "I busted your cherry with my fist!
Tell your husband that someday!"

"Mpphh!" I had my mouth full of his fingers and they were making me
gag and choke.

"But you know, Betsy...You're still a virgin until you get a cock
inside you. A big hard little sister raping prick like mine!" he
grinned at me. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard! I hope I knock your silly
ass up!"

He yanked his fingers out of my mouth, wiping my spit off them with my
heaving breasts. My nipples were harder than ever, feeling like they
were gonna pop right off my body all by themselves. They hurt, all
cold and itching and I twisted my body, wanting to rub them against my
brother's hand, but he ignored me cause he wanted to get undressed.

"You're really fuckin' wet too," he said. "That wasn't just blood in
there, was it? You get off on this stuff, don't you?"

"Ubbb..." I sobbed and shook my head slowly.

"Don't fuckin' lie to me, Betsy," he laughed. "You're fuckin' soaked
down there. Your nipples are fucking diamonds. Could cut glass with
those things. You're all pink and hot, Jesus! You're so fucking hot,
sis!"

Troy undressed quickly, tossing his clothes aside and when he took off
his underwear finally, his huge cock sprang free. It was standing
straight out like seven inches long, I bet, maybe even eight, and
thick as my wrist! It was dark and dripping and he didn't have to hold
it at all. looked like it was made out of steel and pointing right at
me. I just stared at it, trying to focus through the wetness and my
swollen eyelids.

"Want some of this, bitch?" he chuckled. "Say it, come on! Don't be
fuckin' shy now, little whore!"

"Ee-ees...Esssss...Ughmmmm..." I nodded, cause I did want it. "A...Ape me..."

"Rape you?" he smiled and shook his head. "What the fuck you think I'm
gonna do?"

He was standing up and Troy kicked my legs apart, making me spread for
him and I groaned as that simple thing seemed to pull all the other
muscles in my body tight with pain. SKRAKKK!! He kicked me hard right
in the cunt with his right foot, driving the air out of me with a
long, rasping scream that quickly fell into silence.

He was on me immediately, grabbing my legs under my knees and pushing
them up high, forcing my legs over his shoulders as he brought the
swollen head of his sister raping cock to my unprepared hole. He
thrust quickly, not giving me any time at all to understand what was
about to happen. He just did it. I was confused and shivering with
pain, my body bent nearly double as Troy leaned into me, forcing my
knees past my shoulders and my pussy was impaled on him now.

"Fucking cocktease bitch!" he whispered, his face just inches from
mine now. "You deserve this you slut whore cunt!"

"Aggghhh!" I didn't have the air for a real scream, just a pathetic
gasp of pain as my brother drove his cock inside my cunt mercilessly.

He took every inch of my pussy all at once, jamming his fat cock
inside me so hard and fast it drove my body across the carpet a foot
or more, enough so he had to scramble to keep his dick inside me. I
was torn apart inside, ripped by that cock as it punched through my
inexperienced muscles. They were trying to resist and keep him out,
but that was useless and terribly painful. I thought he was killing
me. I thought he was stabbing me with a big knife. I thought he was
punching into my womb with his fist, it all hurt so bad.

"Fuck, you're tight! Good tight cunt, sis!" he grinned at the
expression of pure pain on my face.

I was contorted and broken, my eyes almost swollen shut, my nose
probably busted. My lips felt fat and my teeth were too big and all I
could do was breathe through the blood and snot and spit while he
fucked me. While my brother raped my pussy as hard as he wanted to. He
was spitting in my face while he did it, laughing and grunting like a
pig, rutting his prick into my bleeding hole over and over again. I
could feel him, every inch of every stroke, splitting the soft flesh
inside my pussy.

I felt his cockhead like a hammer, like a jolt of electricity as he
hit the bottom of my cunt. He was battering my cervix without pity.
His big sperm-filled balls slapped my ass and every few strokes he'd
hold himself as deep inside my wounded body as he could. My brother
would grind his pelvis against mine, working his rigid cock around
like he was stirring me up inside. His spit was on my face and in my
mouth as I was panting for air, and then he was kissing me.

His lips crushed mine and Troy's thick tongue went into the bloody
mess my mouth had become. I had to fight for air cause I couldn't get
any through my nose. I was heaving and trying to turn my head to find
relief, but Troy kept kissing me, our lips sealed tightly as he held
my head in his hands. He kissed me deep, moaning into my mouth and my
own tongue responded weakly, touching his, licking him while my
brother explored me. I was giving in to the relentless pain and
growing pleasure. I was surrendering and that was almost a relief.

I breathed the hot stale air I could steal from his lungs. I heaved
and coughed and my nipples burned and ached for attention. My cunt was
on fire too, a mass of pain, nothing specific, just a lump of swollen,
torn flesh clasped around the cock that was raping me. I was wet, so
very wet just like Troy had said. My body couldn't help it, my mind
wanted this, my feverish brain confused and spinning out of control
with lust. The pain was good. The hurt was welcome. Being abused and
beaten, I wanted it. Punched and kicked and forced to take my own
brother's incestuous cock inside my filthy body. I'd dreamt of it and
he knew it cause I'd told him before aout my weird nightmares and how
they woke me up hot and wet in the middle of the night.

I was fucking him back and pretty soon it wasn't gonna be a rape
anymore at all, if it ever really was. I felt my heart pounding and I
tried to wriggle my ass, tried to make it good for my brother as he
fucked his big dick into me again. He was sliding his cock in and out
of me easily, spilling my bloody girl juices to run down my ass and
the small of my back, bent like I was beneath his suffocating form. I
moaned into his mouth, my tongue moving more urgently to meet his. The
pain was going away, like magic. I felt stoned, like I was high on
something really good. I was floating on it, having some weird out of
body near death experience, and then I was cumming.

I was cumming hard and my brother grinned cause he could feel my pussy
squeezing his cock. I was shaking outside, but even more inside. My
whole body seeming to contract around our desperate union. We were
both breathing hard, my brother's cock sliding in and out of me like a
machine. I could see the shaft between our bodies as he plunged
himself nearly straight down over and over again. There was no
resistance, only the clasping of my bruised sex as it tried to hold
him inside me. The muscles of my cunt, tired and torn though they
were, massaged his prick like a buttery fist, trying to draw the sperm
from his balls. It was all instinct and desire and the urgent lust in
my blood to be fucked.

"I knew you wanted it," my brother groaned, slamming his cock into my
body faster now. "Lying bitch! Slut! I'm gonna fuck you every day for
the rest of your life!"

"Uhhhmph! Uh-huhhnth!" I agreed, staring into his eyes as best I
could, blinking and wishing the world wasn't so blurry.

"Be my girlfriend now, Betsy," he told me. "My cunt forever! Ah fuck
you! Bitch!"

He pushed his red hot penis one last time into the depths of my hungry
cunt and it felt like someone had shoved a cattle prod inside me.
There was a jolt of pain, even through the haze of my orgasm and all
those sweet, sweet endorphins that were soothing the pain. I still
felt it and then the new and unmistakable sensation of his cum
flooding my body. He was strong, pumping his load with thick jets of
sperm to bathe my cervix. His cockhead was right there, snug against
the bottom of my pussy, and those little spermies of his didn't have
far to swim. If my brother was trying to knock me up, this was
probably gonna do it.

That thought brought me off again and I was cumming like crazy as Troy
emptied his bloated balls. My cunt was sucking his cock hard too,
gripping the shaft and milking my brother for every drop. He'd beaten
the fuck out of me and raped his own sister, but I'd asked for it. I'd
wanted it and this was my reward. Feeling my pussy filled up with our
combined fuck juices. We were mingling, his orgasm mixing with mine,
and he was kissing me again. His tongue in my mouth so I could suck it
like a cock. He bit my bottom lip just to make me bleed and we swapped
that salty, rusty flavor between us, back and forth in our spit until
I choked it down greedily, just like my womb was swallowing his sperm.

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"Ah lobe yew," I whispered, unable to make the right sounds through my
swollen lips.

"I love you too, Betsy," Troy said, his cock still inside me after
he'd let my legs down finally. "Did I hurt you too much?"

"Nomph," I shook my head. "Ah lie id."

"Liked it?" he chuckled. "So did I. You're seriously tight, you know
that?"

I giggled weakly and he kissed me, his cock still hard and moving
slowly, gently back and forth in my cunt while we looked at each
other. I had my legs spread, but I couldn't lift them by myself or I
woulda wrapped them around his waist. My wrists were still tied, but
that didn't bother me. My hard nipples were rubbing against my
brother's chest and he was stroking my hair, damp and matted to my
face with sweat. He was making love to me now.

"You're gonna be my girlfriend, right?" Troy asked and I nodded. "Like
my real one. I'm serious, I wanna take you on dates and fuck you all
the time."

"Mmm-hmmm," I agreed.

"Mom and dad are gonna be pissed when they see you," Troy told me.
"Fuck, I really nailed you, huh?"

"Is id bad?" I asked cause I couldn't tell what my face looked like.

"You got two black eyes," Troy grinned at me. "Your nose looks sort of
crooked now. It's big too."

"Huh!" I tried to smile and stick out my tongue at him. "Em Ah ugie
nah?"

"Ugly?" Troy rolled his eyes and moved a little deeper inside me, a
little faster. "You're beautiful, Betsy. You can't be ugly. Fuckin'
hottest girl in school."

"Hmmm," I smiled and winced and looked away shyly.

"I hope you're pregnant," Troy breathed. "That'll be so cool."

"Wins," I nodded. "Ah wan wins."

"Twins?" he chuckled. "One of each?"

"Hmmm," I nodded happily and then I had an idea. "Ell um mah ige."

"What?" Troy narrowed his eyes. "What's that mean?"

"Ah ell umph mah idahguh." I tried again, but it was hard cause my
mouth felt kinda broken and all puffy.

"You...Fell?" Troy looked at me and I nodded quickly. "You fell off
your..."

"ige!" I said.

"Um, fell of your, oh...Bike? Bicycle?" he asked and I nodded with a
sigh. "That's what we'll tell mom and dad? Yeah. Okay."

"Hmmm," I smiled and tried to move my ass a little, feeling my pussy
sore and tender, but still hot and creamy too. It felt good fucking
slow like that. We could do this a lot, all the time, and I wasn't
ever gonna get tired of it.

"What if they don't believe us?" Troy wondered and I gave him a look,
which actually hurt a lot, but he got the point. "Yeah, you're right,
he agreed. We got the dumbest parents in the world."

"Mmmm," I giggled and winced and  brought my bound hands down behind
my brothers head, pulling him to me for another kiss. "Ug me ard naw."

"Fuck you hard?" Troy licked his lips and stroked my bruised cheek
with his thumb. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll wish you were dead,
Betsy."

"Ehhhh..." I sighed in agreement. That was exactly what I wanted, what I
needed really, and I knew my brother was the only boy who loved me
enough to do it. I'd known it all along.



end
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