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Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2006 10:01:21 +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.
End
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