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Tears (m-teen/g-pre, inc, rp, v)
by Nightfox (k_nightfox@yahoo.com)
From childhood a brother enjoys making his little sister
cry. As he matures his thoughts turn to new ways to
produce the tears he loves.
***
I always enjoyed making my sister cry.
I'm not sure why. Maybe it had to do with some kind of
power trip. Our Dad used to ridicule me and often beat
the shit out of me in the name of "discipline". Maybe I
needed to feel strong. It did make me feel powerful
when I'd hit her and she'd curl up and cry.
Sometimes she fought back but she was too small to make
any impression, she was rather like a kitten trying to
fight a tiger. I really felt good when she fought. I am
5 years older than her and have always been strong for
my age. My little sister is delicately wrought with
slender bird-fragile bones.
Maybe it was because she was so damn pretty when tears
welled up in those smoky blue eyes making them sparkle
like sunlight off the Atlantic. She was such a little
angel. She had a sparkling, sunny personality, was sweet
and outgoing and was a flirt right from the cradle.
Even when she wasn't crying she was just about the
prettiest little girl I'd ever set eyes on. Long pale
gold hair, a perfect roses and cream complexion, a sweet
full cupid-bow mouth and lips that were always the
darkest pink, tiny teeth like little pearls, high cheek
bones, a soft rounded little chin and those eyes. They
were a magnificent shade of gray blue that always made
me think of rain washed skies. They looked so damn
beautiful when they were filled with tears. As if
expressly molded for one purpose, she was made for
tears.
Maybe it was a combination of both, but whatever the
reason, I was addicted to her tears. I remember trying
to make her cry in the cradle. Mom always said she was
an unusually quiet baby, used to call Kat her "angel
baby". I dumped her straight out of her bassinet when
she was only 6 days old. That was my first experience
making little Kat cry. I was hooked.
It was pretty standard brother sister baiting for years.
I'd steal her toys, or knock her down or tease her with
cruel names. I particularly enjoyed holding her down on
her bed pressing the air from her lungs while she
struggled to get out from under me all the while
taunting her until I got what I wanted. That sparkling
crystal waterfall of her precious tears.
Even with all the taunts and teasing, for some reason,
my sister still adored me. She had a big case of hero
worship and I reveled in it. We'd listen to music and
play the same kind of games, read the same books and
generally shut out the rest of the family.
She was smart as a whip, my Kat. The only one in our
family who was as smart as me. We even shared the same
145 IQ. Our older sister was excluded from everything we
did together. She was ugly, ungainly and stupid. Not to
mention she'd inherited all of our father's unlovely
personality traits, especially her love of exhaustive
ridicule.
Our mother would plead with us to include our older
sister in our relationship, but we refused. I know that
our parents were jealous of our closeness too. I had
such power over my sister that she even shunned them for
my benefit whenever I required it.
Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that Kat was my own
private little toy. I took advantage of that over the
years. When we were young, I merely used her as a
punching bag and ego booster. But when she turned 11
that all started to change.
The women in my family have all been early developers
and despite my baby sister's waif-like frame she was no
exception. While she never over-bloomed like our older
sister, Kat started to develop sweetest little tits when
she was only 10. It took me a while to notice them.
However, one day while I was indulging in my favorite
game of hold-her-down-and-tickle-her-until-she-cries-
and-begs-for-me-to-get-off, I felt her pointy little
nipples grinding against my chest.
I held her hands out to her sides, spreading her like a
sacrifice on the cross, I levered myself up and looked
down at her chest. What I saw made me hard, instantly. A
thin pale blue t-shirt was stretched across her
straining and wriggling torso. It revealed two sweet
little tits crowned with rock hard nipples.
I glanced at her face and nearly came in my pants when I
saw those gorgeous eyes swimming in tears. She was
gasping for breath and begging me to let her go. Talk
about a power rush! I lowered myself back onto her chest
and let her struggle some more, enjoying the feel of her
firm little breasts grinding into my chest.
Maybe I need to give you a few visual details, so you
can firmly picture the scene I'm trying to describe.
At 16 I was already about 6 feet tall, strongly built
(like my asshole father) with big broad shoulders and a
rapidly developing chest, thanks to high school
football. No, I wasn't the quarter-back, no I wasn't the
school hero/stud but I was well respected by the other
guys and had little difficulty finding a date when I
wanted one. My wavy light brown hair, brown eyes and
squarish jaw I inherited from our mother. I've been told
that I'm good looking in a rugged way.
At age 11, my sister was still as fragile looking as
ever (she's not as breakable as she looks though). She
was just under 5 feet tall and weighed no more than 80
or 85 pounds. Amazingly long legged for her height, she
had slender hips a tiny waist and I had just discovered
those sweet budding breasts.
Realize that she usually dressed in fairly baggy
clothes, it wasn't until her position under my much
larger self stretched that t-shirt over her chest that I
realized she even had breasts.
It honestly was the first time I thought about my sister
as a female (IE as someone who I wanted). However, as I
crushed those wonderful little tits against my chest, my
thoughts were of nothing but how the rest of her would
feel writhing against me.
Innocent of what her gyrations were doing to my 16 year
old libido, my sister was quickly running out of air. So
I lowered my crotch against her legs and eased up off
her chest.
As soon as the pressure was off, she lay still gasping
to refill her lungs. Tears were streaming down her
beautiful face and her chest was heaving with effort. It
took all my self control not to grab those sweet tits in
my hands.
Finally, I rolled off her and lay with my back to her on
the bed. Fighting my erection I felt her curl up against
me, still crying.
"Your such a baby," I jeered at her. I felt her panting
breaths subside and her sobs soften to silence. I rolled
over to look at her and my erection blazed back to
mammoth proportions.
She was curled up on her side, with her eyes closed and
her thumb in her mouth. My sister has always sucked her
thumb, I'd seen her do it a thousand times. But this
time, I had an instant vision of those succulent lips
wrapped around my thick cock instead of her thumb. I had
to get the hell out of there before I came in my pants.
Back in my own room I ripped my sweatpants down and only
a few strokes later was spraying the wall with my jism.
I was in shock. There wasn't a girl in my school who I'd
ever wanted to fuck as bad as I wanted to fuck my baby
sister at that moment. Hell, there wasn't a female I'd
ever laid eyes on that I wanted to fuck that badly, and
for a 16 year old guy, that's saying something.
Even after exploding all over the wall, my cock was
still rock hard and ready. I kept seeing those storm
washed eyes running with tears, kept feeling those
perfect little tits rubbing my chest, her hips writhing
against me. I groaned loudly. I kept on stroking,
knowing I had no choice. If I didn't, I'd go straight
back in her room and rape the shit out of my sister with
my entire family home.
I was lost. My room was right next to hers. Her bed was
right up against the same wall mine was. I could hear
her right then, moving around on it. I imagined going
back in there, pushing her down on that bed and tearing
her clothes off. I saw myself force her mouth open,
slide my cock in and fuck her throat till she choked on
my thick meat. All the while, her sweet tears falling.
I groaned again, stroking, stroking. After I raped her
mouth I would... "Drew, are you okay?" I heard my
mother's sweet voice inquire through my locked door.
I swallowed several times before I could reply in a
semblance of normalcy. "Yeah Ma, I'm great." My
wonderful mother wisely decided to leave me alone. Maybe
she realized I was beating off, but she'd have
personally castrated me if she ever realized that I was
fantasizing about raping her little angel.
*
For the next several months all I did was fantasize
about Kat. I still hung out with my baby sister, and her
tortures continued, I was even more addicted to her
tears than ever. But I never had an opportunity to
fulfill those fantasies, and they were getting quite
desperate. My parents worked, but not at the same time
and then there was my tattle tale older sister, always
there, always trying to squirm in on our time, trying to
break us up.
I was getting rougher with Kat now. My frustrated need
to fuck her silly was bringing out my aggression.
Sometimes I'd just walk straight into her room, lock the
door behind me and take a flying leap at her. I'd land
on her and pin her to her bed, then I'd mercilessly
tickle and pinch her while grinding my violent hard on
into her crotch.
I lost my struggle to keep my hands off her tits but was
still scared to do exactly what I wanted with them. So I
settled for tickling and pinching them seemingly at
random. She never noticed my hard on, because she was
always struggling to breathe.
One day while I was straddling her waist, pinioning her
wriggling body between my thighs, I almost gave in to my
need. I knew my parents were home, I knew the snitch
bitch was home, but my hand went to my zipper anyway.
Kat was writhing against my hard on, her eyes awash and
her beautiful face glistening wet with tears, she arched
her back and bucked against me trying to throw me off
and I lost it. But before I could yank down my zipper, I
came in my pants. I beat a hasty retreat to my room
while she was still limp and panting with exhaustion.
Soon after that episode, the snitch bitch got herself a
job. One down, 2 to go. Unfortunately my parents never
went anywhere. Not together or separately. They worked,
and then they would come home and vegetate. However,
enter my Aunt Jill with comp passes for Atlantic City.
Finally, my parents were off to gamble and the bitch was
at work. I was left in charge. And in charge was what I
meant to be.
They left at 6 and said they probably wouldn't be back
until really, really late. Perfect. The bitch worked
until midnight, but was taking the opportunity to stay
out with some friends that night. Heaven.
It was me and my baby sister. I was finally gonna have
her.
I waited long enough to be sure they wouldn't be coming
back for some forgotten item and then I moved. Kat was
in the living room watching TV. She was splayed out,
tummy down on the floor wearing a long night shirt that
had been rucked up to mid thigh. Those baby smooth,
creamy white thighs disappeared under the edge of lilac
cotton knit and I was dying to spread them. I wasted no
time.
I quickly straddled her hips and sank down to my knees,
imprisoning her between my thighs. She rolled over and
looked up at me pleadingly. "Please Du-bear," she said
cajolingly, using her pet name for me. "Please, can't I
watch this show?" She pouted up at me enticingly,
flirting with those mesmerizing eyes to try to bend me
to her will.
All that did was bring my hard on to peak fullness. I
grinned down at her, taking in those luscious lips,
sweet little tits and long legs exposed almost to the
crotch by her position. I dropped to my knees and my
straining cock made contact with her crotch through my
sweatpants and her nightshirt.
She felt it this time and looked down at where our
bodies met.
"No, you can't watch this show. I have something better
in mind."
She was frozen still, staring at the hard bulge tenting
out my pants. I leaned down and finally took those sweet
tits into my palms. She dragged her gaze from my crotch
and her eyes met mine. They were just starting to
glisten. "What are you doing?" she whispered.
I leaned close to her ear, while massaging her breasts
in my eager hands, I whispered back, "I'm gonna fuck
you, baby sister. I'm gonna fuck you raw."
The tears welled and spilled over. My hard on gained
another half inch. She just stared up at me for several
moments, disbelieving. She was innocent yes, but not
ignorant. She knew what I was about to do. I took
advantage of her inactivity and whipped the nightshirt
up and off her body. She was naked beneath. No panties,
no bra, naked, gloriously beautifully naked. The cool
air stiffened those luscious strawberry nipples.
She stared at me crying. I ripped off my own t-shirt and
slid down her body until my flesh met hers feeling her
pointed nubs against my skin. I groaned from the feel.
Keeping her pressed to the floor I reached down and
shucked off my sweats. My cock sprang free and pressed
against those satiny thighs. I leaned down and took her
mouth. I thrashed her tongue with mine and explored
every inner surface of her lips and mouth. I felt the
tears running down her face. I drew back and licked at
them, reveling in the salty sweetness.
"Please, don't do this," she gasped.
"Oh, my sweet Kat, I have to, I've been dying for you.
I've got to!" My words started out softly, but ended in
a stern commanding tone. I leaned away from her so that
I could finally see her sweet tender flesh exposed for
me.
She had the most beautiful skin I have ever seen, creamy
ivory blushed with rose. So soft and velvety to the
touch. I saw bruises in many places, bruises that I put
there and I smiled. My eyes were drawn down to her baby
mound.
"Spread your legs Kat." I demanded, she refused. "Don't
make me spread them for you slut." I reared back and
slapped her full across the face. Crack! Crack! Crack!
My hand fell three times before her thighs fell apart.
I eased down her body and examined my trophy. A pale
golden fuzz clung to her as yet undeveloped cunt. Her
lips were puffy, the petals within tightly curled. A
miniature button crowned the top and a tiny hole peeked
out below.
I slid my tongue into that hole. She gasped. I licked
her from bottom to top and sucked that little nub into
my hot mouth. She whimpered. I tasted every millimeter.
She was the most delicious thing I ever had in my mouth.
I leaned up and stared down at her. Her face was striped
with silver tears, glistening in the dim lamp light. I
fell on her beautiful breasts like a starving man. I
mauled them, ravaged them, sucking the nipples and
twisting, biting, lashing them with teeth and tongue.
I slipped a finger into her tight snatch, wet with my
saliva. I twisted it back and forth trying to open her
up for my thick straining cock. I knew this was going to
hurt her but I didn't care, I wanted it to hurt. I loved
hurting her, I was addicted to her pain, her tears her
whimpers and gasps, her pathetic pleas for mercy.
I rammed another finger inside and she cried out, not
quite a scream, not yet. Her tight cunt walls resisted
the intrusion of my thick fingers, but I twisted and
reamed her open little by little. I felt her hymen but
left it intact for now, I wanted to sunder it with my
cock, piercing her and filling her in one thrust. I had
dreamed this moment into being, I knew exactly what I
wanted from it.
I lavished more attention on those gorgeous little tits,
those tits that had started me down this road, so many
months before. She was sobbing outright now, crying my
name and asking, "Why, why?"
I told her. I told her of the months of yearning, the
frustrated desire, the need to own her, to own her pussy
and her tits and her mouth. I told her when it started,
I told her everything. How I would jack off fantasizing
about raping her, how I would tickle her so she couldn't
breath and grind my yearning prick against her straining
crotch, pinch her nipples and ass when all I wanted to
do was tear her clothes off and fuck her senseless.
As I spoke, I reared up, my thick straining cock
towering menacingly over her. I pressed her thighs wide
as I described everything I was going to do to her
helpless body. Then I slipped lower, grabbing her knees
in my hands and pulling them up over my hips as I leaned
forward lining up my cock with her tiny little slit. My
baby sister, my 11 year old sister.
My 16 year old cock straining to get inside, was almost
as long as one of her thighs, thicker by far than one of
her tiny ankles. I was going to tear her wide. I grinned
as I pressed forward. My cockhead bumped her slit. I
smeared the leaking precum over her lips, lubing her
with my juices. I slipped the tip in and she gasped.
Her hands grasped my forearms as she attempted to brace
for what she could not prevent. My hands gripped her
waist as I simultaneously pushed forward and pulled her
to me. My cock surged forward, dragging against the dry
walls of her tunnel. She screamed as I drove through her
maidenhead, I felt the blood fountaining and slicking
down her passage, easing my forward thrust. I bottomed
out against her cervix with 2 inches of my meat still
unsheathed.
She was bucking wildly and screaming in agony. I stilled
for a moment and savored it. The sticky blood stained
glove of flesh was squeezing me so tightly it was
painful, but I savored the pain, for her pain was
greater. Her head thrashed from side to side, her scream
subsided only to draw breath for the scream behind it. I
pulled back a few inches, determined to get all of my
cock into her body.
I knew that this could cause permanent damage, I didn't
care, I was going to get inside my sisters baby uterus.
I rammed forward and felt the hard ring of her cervix
resist, resist and then finally yield as I forced the
last two inches of my meat into her body and felt my
balls slap her ass.
I shouted in triumph as my sister continued to scream
beneath me. I settled back and started to hammer her
with hard brutal strokes. The blood made her slick and I
felt the most exquisite pleasure as her cunt tried to
squeeze me out. My tiny fragile little sister never had
a chance.
I gazed at her pain glazed eyes, her screams settling
into a hoarse grunting as I sank balls deep into her
with each brutal stroke. I twisted my hips, rotating my
tool in her already impossibly stretched pussy. She
moaned and struggled to breathe through her pain.
I could read every exquisite spasm of agony in her
magnificent eyes. Those eyes that continued to pour out
those addictive tears. Her ripe red lips were parted as
she fought the pain for air. I redoubled my efforts to
ram my cock through her spine as I felt my crisis
approach. My thrusts were frenzied, violent, I felt her
tear further as I reamed her mercilessly. I felt the cum
boil up in my balls and force it's way through my
constricted cock.
I rammed her one last time and held her tightly to me as
I sprayed her immature uterine walls with my sticky
cream. I screamed as I emptied my soul into her body and
then I collapsed on her, my slowly shrinking cock still
lodged firmly within her ravaged cunt.
I looked at the clock, 9 pm. I grinned anew knowing I
had plenty of time for the rest...
END