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   He Raped Me
   rape, inc, MF, nc, viol
   I'll never forget that day.  It is still as vivid today as it was over
ten years ago, almost as if it happened yesterday.  I've never told a
single soul about what he did to me.  He was such a good guy and still is
to this day.  He was pushed over the edge by a girlfriend who tormented him
mercilessly.
   It was a few days after I graduated from high school.  My brother Zach
had returned home from college to watch my graduation and spend a few weeks
at home.  He had brought his new girlfriend, Miranda, home with him as
well. Honestly, that was a bit awkward and most likely the cause of his
sexual frustration.  Our parents insisted that they sleep in different
bedrooms.  So she got stuck in my room, annoying the hell out of me.  Thats
one hell of a graduation present.
   There were some dynamics of their relationship that I didn't know until
later.  Miranda was a huge cock tease.  She would take her clothes off for
my brother and let him touch her all over.  She would even let him eat her
out.  On the other hand if any of his clothes began coming off she would
quickly dress herself.  The sexual pleasure was for her only.  Miranda had
somehow assumed that Zach would be sexually satisfied just looking at her.
   Their time together was with only each other for most of the day.  It
didn't take long for my brother to finally be frustrated by her actions. 
She would do her naked modeling and then insist she remained clothed while
he masturbated himself.  They were in his room going through these motions
once again.  I was in my room enjoying a lazy summer morning, still
lounging in my pajamas.  That is when the fight started.
   Zach yelled out, "Just take off your clothes and let me fuck you."
   Miranda yelled back at him with her whiney voice, "No.  I'm not ready."
   This was followed by a lot of inaudible conversation and the sound of
shuffling.  There was some grunting and obvious sounds of a struggle.  I
knew what my brother was going to do to Miranda.  Part of me wanted it to
happen while part of me wanted to stop it for the sake of womanhood.  I
walked into the hallway thinking that just knowing I was there might stop
their fight.
   Before I could make my presence known I heard the sound of a loud crack.
It was the sound of an open palm across skin.  A moment later Miranda came
running out of my brother's room, right past me without the slightest
aknowledgement, and out the door.  Zach came barging out of his room after
a short time.  He stopped when he saw me staring at him.
   He yelled at me in a most primal way, "What the fuck are you looking
at?"
   I didn't say a word.  I only cowered slightly.  Zach and I have had
fights in the past.  I've always done well in standing my ground.  This
time there was something different about the way he looked at me.  His eyes
stared deep into me as if Zach himself was no longer in his own body.  He
looked like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey.  His bare chest moved up
and down with every huff of his breath.  The only thing that covered him
was a pair of shorts that showed a generous outline of his cock.  Now that
I look back at it I have to admit that it was quite an erotic looking
sight.
   Now imagine if you will, a hunter looking for prey who happens upon a
cowering prize.  A prize who didn't have much covering herself in return.
There was only a long night shirt and a pair of panties that covered my
nakedness.  Zach pushed me backwards towards my room.  Instincually I tried
to fight; pushing him back.  This only made his rage gain intensity.  His
physical advance became more forceful until I was finally pushed onto my
bed.
   Zach grabbed at my night shirt and pulled it upwards.  I again tried
fighing his advances.  He tugged and jerked by shirt back and forth,
stretching it beyond its capability to stay in place.  It wasn't long
before his strength had overpowered me.  My once lovely night shirt was
ripped from my body.  It was a terrible mess.  I was never able to use it
again.
   At this point I was only wearing my panties while my breasts were now
exposed to Zach's ravenous view.  It was then that I knew this was going to
be more than him venting his anger through a fight.  I clenched my legs
together in the hopes that he would eventually give up.  His resolve to be
sexually satisfied was greater than my strength to hold my legs together.
   Zach climbed up on my body and straddled me over my chest, just under my
breasts.  He pawed at my tits while I tried to fight him off.  He
eventually gave up on feeling my boobs and grabbed my neck with one hand.
He held me down tightly, barely loose enough to allow be to breathe.  He
turned his body and with his other hand began tugging at my panties in the
same manner that he had my shirt.
   I was under extreme duress.  I had no desire to allow Zach to penetrate
me.  I also knew that he would eventually get his way.  With one hand
tightly around my neck I was also becoming scared for my life.  I used all
the fortitude I could muster and struck him with a closed fist across his
face.
   Zach stopped and looked at me.  He moved his hand from my neck and
pushed down on my collar bone with all his weight.  He clenched his other
fist and lifted it into the air above me.  I flinched, closing my eyes.  I
fully expected a return punch to the face.  Instead I received an
infuriating blow to the shoulder.  There was enough pain inflicted upon me
that I was unable to keep my guard up.
   Zach moved off of me while I rolled in pain.  Without any real further
struggle he was able to remove my underwear.  I rolled onto my back,
exposing my body to him, as if to say I surrender.  He dropped his shorts
allowing his cock to come free from its only bound.
   For the first time I was actually able to say something.  "Please don't
do this," I pleaded while tears rand down my cheeks.  It must have sounded
pitiful behind the sounds of whimpering.
   "Shut the fuck up," Zach commanded.  "I'm getting pussy today and I
don't fucking care who it belongs to.  So why don't you stop fighting me
and enjoy it?  You know you can't stop it."
   I knew I had been defeated.  No matter what my actions were my brother
was going to fuck me.  I began to bawl nearly uncontrollably.  I felt Zach
begin to wipe my tears from my face.  At first I thought he was doing
something to help alleviate the emotional trauma he was causing.  He was
doing no such thing.  Instead he was using my tears to help moisten up my
pussy.
   Zach rubbed his dick through the tears he had relocated to my cunt. 
Between his pre-cum, my tears, and the natural secretions of my pussy he
was able to push himself into me.  By this time I was physically spent and
morally dejected.  I lay limp on my bed while my own brother fucked me,
crying all the while.
   Zach's dick moved in and out of my cunt in rapid sucession.  The primal
way he was fucking me let me know how deeply his desires ran.  There was no
emotion and no feelings transferred between us.  He fucked me for what
seemed like ages; a constant pounding of our sexual organs.
   The longer my brother fucked me the more he seemed to soften. 
Eventually he began kissing my cheek or neck.  I merely continued to lay as
limp as before.  As before, he persisted in his actions, eventually
suckling my breasts.  Just before I was about to give in to his growing
emotional pleas he did something that ruined the moment.  My brother began
licking up the tears on my face.  It was as if he was telling me that he
delighted in my suffering.
   My crying continued as I tried to push out words, "No.  Please stop." I
can only imagine that they must have been made inaudible by my sobbing.
   Zach began moaning loudly.  His groans and grunts became louder and
faster.  I knew it was coming.  I knew his sperm was going to make its way
into my uterus.  It was then that I realized he could get me pregnant.  I
tried to push him off but my body was too tired and he was too strong.  His
cock began to pulse and he emptied his load into his sister.
   After he finished Zach collapsed on top of me.  He pushed himself back
up and looked towards me.  Our eyes met for a short moment.  The look of
animal instict seemed to have left him and I was staring back at my
brother, he was back.  His dick slid out of me as he moved off my body.
   "I'm sorry," he said.  He turned to leave but stopped short.  Zach
stared back at me with what seemed to be a look of panic.  "Don't you
fucking tell anyone about this or I'll do it to you again." He then vacated
my room.
   My body was sore and I was an emotional wreck.  I finally had the
courage to stand and inspect myself in the mirror.  My brother had left
many marks on me, some of which would inevitably become bruises.  I spread
my stance and sqatted down.  His cum leaked from my now raped hole onto the
floor.
   I cried for nearly a week afterwards, at least until my period came. 
Once I knew that I had not become pregnant my mind was put at ease.  I was
a recluse for the rest of that summer as I worked through the traumatic
feelings.  I was scared to tell anyone about my brother's actions.  Not
because he threatened me but because I knew what would happen to him if I
did.
   I understand why Zach did it.  Miranda had pushed his primal urges to
the point where he lost control.  Ironically I never saw that
self-righteous bitch again.  I am no longer upset with him; I have forgiven
him.  I still struggle with feelings of guilt and inadequacy.  I do not
feel guilty for being raped.  I feel guilty because I enjoyed it.  I feel
guilty because I think of it often.  I feel guilty because I want to be
raped again.  I feel guilty because I want my own brother to be my rapist.
  
He Raped Me