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Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 20:16:10 +0000
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SISTER RAPE
J O U R N E Y I N T O D A R K N E S S `````````````````````````````````````````
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
a 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 18 and old enough to take care of them both. Shannon was just 11. 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 could 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.
xxx
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 behind
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
lay 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 behinds! 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 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 go 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 from 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 his sister's legs and shoved his finger into her,
starting another orgasm, despite her fear.
"I'm going to fuck you, sister", 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 to you. You've teased me long enough, baby sister!"
Shannon screamed, but the gag stopped her. 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 before. And it
really hurt.
Her muffled 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.
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