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I Raped Her Again

rape, inc, MF, nc, viol



I had another sexual encounter with Vicky. I'm a bit sad to say that she wouldn't remember it. I guess that could be a good thing considering our first encounter was a bit violent. I certainly wouldn't expect her to willingly fuck me after what I did to her the first time. I performed a selfish act that caused our fairly good brother and sister relationship to go to shit. But fuck, I needed some pussy and she just happened to be there.

Our second sexual encounter happened during her sophomore year at college. It was her 21st birthday and her friends had taken her out to do a little bar hopping. At the time she was barely talking to me again. She would say hello and ask how I was doing but would not have any conversations with me. I was still worried about her, especially on her birthday when I knew she would get completely wasted.

I followed my sister and her friends as covertly as I could. Her night started off as I figured it would. She drank a few beers and flirted with guys who would buy her some shots. All the different types of alcohol she was mixing was creating a recipie for a throwup drunk. I knew she would end up sleeping next to a toilet that night.

I could tell she had about enough. I could see her night was coming to an end. Then something happened that caught me completely off guard. I saw a quite sober guy go up and talk to my sister and her friends. I could hear her friends boisterously telling him that Vicky needed a good fuck for her birthday. He seemed interested but insisted on buying her another drink. She obviously didn't need one. I watched him as he went to the bar for another beer. He paused for a moment after he got it and I saw him dump something into her drink. Vicky was already drunk enough to fuck about any guy who asked but this guy thought it was necessary to drug her. 

This complete douchebag gave the beer to my sister before I could get over to her. She had taken a few very large drinks of it before I grabbed it out of her hand. "Don't drink this," I told her.

She responded to me with an abundance of slurred speech, "Wha-t the fu-ck a-are you d-oin here?"

Then the asshat who just drugged her chimed in, "I'm going to go take a leak. When I get back I'll get rid of this guy for you and we can go to my place." It was a good thing he walked off. I would have kicked the shit out of him had he not done so.

Vicky looked back at me, "F-uck you," she said in a slurred manner.

"Listen Vic, that guy just drugged that beer you drank. If you are cool with getting date raped and possibly killed then go home with him. Otherwise come home with me or have your friends take you home."

Vicky was about to the point of not being able to make decisions for herself. Most of her friends, except their driver, were in about the same state. The designated driver recognized me because I had been to my sister's apartment a few times. That was when her designated driver friend spoke up, "Why don't you take her home? I've already got enough with all these other drunk girls."

That was enough for me. I reached down and helped Vicky up out of the booth. "Let's go," I told her. 

"Fu- Fu-ck you," she said. 

I could easily see that Vicky was completely wasted. I could also see that the drug was beginning to take effect. Luckily I didn't live too far away so I was able to get her to my place before she passed out. Vicky was able to walk most of the way into my apartment. Right after we got in the door she looked at me and said, "I feel sick." 

I knew Vicky would be hurling all over my apartment if I didn't act fast. I quickly carried her into the bathroom where she crudely spewed all over herself. I was able to get her head down to the toilet for the second, third, and fourth round. She was able to get to her feet after regurgitating a massive amount of alcohol. She looked in the mirror and with slurred speech said, "Uh, shi-t. I vomited on my shirt."  So she pulled her shirt off over her head, spreading the vomit across her hair. "Help me with this bra," she said with slurred speech.

It was easy to unclasp her bra. I was right behind her. She let it fall to the ground and turned to face me. Her tits were just as beautiful as I remembered them. "Do you remember when you raped me," she asked?

She was drunk as can be. I knew she wouldn't remember anything when she woke up. "Yeah," I replied.

"Good," she said right before she collapsed on me. The drugs had taken full effect now, Vicky was out cold. My first intention was to go lay her on my bed and then leave her alone until she woke up. Then I looked at her hair. It was covered in puke, as was her pants. Her shirt was definitely covered as well. 

There was no chance in Hell that I planned on smelling this all night, and most likely well into the next day. So I decided to clean her up before putting her to bed. I lay her down in the bathtub and worked her pants off of her. I took off her panties as well. I honestly don't know why I did, I mean, it wasn't really necessary. She must have expected to get some action because her pussy was neatly groomed. Not completely shaven but nicely trimmed into a patch above her slit.

Now she was completely naked in my tub and smelled awful. I first turned on the shower. I had a removeable shower head back then so it made for easy cleanup. I washed her body the best I could. Then I started washing her hair. It must have taken me at least half an hour on her hair alone. But I finally got it done. I dried her off as best I could then moved her to my bed. 

I put Vicky's clothes in the wash then went to work cleaning up my now puke covered bathroom. It was really fucking gross. Chunks of her last meal were scattered all over the place along with a wretched smell of semi-digested Jack Daniels and random beers. By the time I got the bathroom cleaned her clothes were ready to be put in the dryer. I stayed up and waited for her clothes, fully intending to at least put her panties and bra back on her.

So I went into my bedroom with her freshly cleaned clothes. I looked in my closet and found a t-shirt long enough to cover her. Vicky lay in my bed exactly as I had left her. I reached down and checked to make sure she was still breathing; good. I checked her pulse and it was as strong as ever. I was worried about her but after a few hours of being passed out she still had a strong pulse and was breathing normally. 

My problem was that I didn't get her dressed right away. Had I just put some clothes on her quickly and then left the room I wouldn't have ended up doing what I did. Instead I sat looking at her, remembering back to when I buried my cock inside her. Then I touched her lovely breasts. They were much more appealing that I remembered. However, the last time we were naked together I didn't get much of a change to feel them. I ran my hands up and down her body from her neck to her pelvis. 

I finally reached in between her legs and felt her pussy. Soft as can be and also slightly wet. I wasn't sure if she was wet from the shower or horny wet, all I knew is that it woulndn't take much to get inside of her again. This time around I savored her pussy. I decided to go down on her even though it wouldn't do much for her during her current state. No matter to me, I just wanted to taste her cunt.

I licked up her juices and teased her pussy until it was dripping wet. After I did this I realized that I couldn't stop. I had gone too far to just quit now. I took my clothes off and jerked my cock a little while I looked at her. I moved myself up between her legs and rubbed my dick between her slit. The feel of her wetness on my dickhead was fantastic. I hadn't been with a girl all year and my sister's pussy was once again available in my time of need.

I moved my body on top of Vicky's and buried my cock inside her. It felt so wrong but it felt so right. Her cunt massaged my dick as I moved it in and out. Over and over I pounded her sleeping body. It was a bit surreal fucking my sister like I was. Unlike the last time we fucked there was no fighting, and certainly no crying. On the other hand I knew she wouldn't remember me taking advantage of her as I was.

Right before I came my mind was filled with thoughts of her getting pregnant. So as I felt my balls tighten up I pulled my cock from her pussy. I shot my load all up her stomach and onto her chest. I rubbed my cum into her skin.

I lay down next to her and began sucking on her perfect breasts. They were soft and supple. I sucked and sucked until I began to doze off. I fell asleep that night cuddled up to my sister's naked body while she was passed out drunk and drugged.

I woke the next morning and quickly remembered the previous night when I saw Vicky's naked body. I checked her breathing and pulse once again, both good. I got up and showered then returned to my bedroom. She was still passed out. I covered her with my blanket and left the room. The more I thought about what I had done to her the more I wanted it again. Those feelings combined with disgust in myself. However, the feelings of wanting her body again were stronger. This time I ran off to the local drug store and grabbed a small box of condoms, three pack.

I figured she would have been awake when I got back but she wasn't. So I took my clothes off once again, donned a condom, and had my way with her a second time. I tried to be fast in case she woke up, but she was as passed out as she was the night before. I lay next to her after I got done fucking her that second time. By then I figured if she woke up I would be honest with her and tell her what I had done. She already hated me anyways.

The longer I stayed next to her the more I struggled with feelings of desire versus feelings of disgust. But the call of that condom box looking back at me won out. As soon as my cock was hard again I put on another condom and fucked her for what seemed like ages. By this time I was kind of hoping she would wake up and figure out what I was doing. I kind of wanted her to know we were doing it again.

The third condom was far easier to use than the first or second. I was no longer struggling with emotions or feelings, I just figured I would fuck her as much as I could. So after some time of rubbing her body, sucking her tits, and licking at her cunt, I put the third condom on and had her pussy a third time that day. The third time it took me forever to cum. I actually had to take a break and go again after a short breather.

I lay next to Vicky for a few more hours before I finally put on her panties and the t-shirt I had previously found for her. I looked at the clock and realized I had spent most of the day either next to, on top of, or inside of my naked sister. I was so fucking hungry after a marathon fuck like that. I got up and made myself dinner then watched television for a while. I figured I would sleep out on the couch that night.

Well, the couch didn't happen. I ended up back in my bed next to Vicky. I was pretty sexually satisfied so I took a few gropes of her body before I fell asleep. The next morning she was starting to moan in her sleep. I knew she would wake soon. I got up and made some breakfast for both of us. Perfect timing too, she came stumbling into the kitchen right as it was done.

"What the fuck happened last night," she asked?

"You mean what the fuck happened two nights ago," I said.

"I've been passed out for two days?"

"No, two nights and a day."

"How did I get here?"

"I was at the same bar as you were. I saw a guy drug your drink so I left with you before he could."

"How did I get in your t-shirt?"

"You threw up all over yourself then took your clothes off. Then you passed out."

"So why don't I have any vomit on me now?"

"I washed you off, put you in my t-shirt, and put you to bed." As I was talking to her I realized I shouldn't mention what I did to her. Though with as much and as hard as I fucked her the day before I was surprized she didn't say her cunt was aching.

"Then what happened," Vicky asked?

"Then you slept it off. And now you are awake just in time for breakfast."

"I'm sorry I took my clothes off in front of you."

"Its okay," I told her, "I didn't mind."

"You're a fucking pervert."

Our conversation continued on throughout breakfast and the rest of that morning. It was the first time Vicky had talked to me since I raped her three years before. We caught up on our lives. She breifly mentioned my previous raping and said she put it behind her. Though she never actually said she forgave me. I would understand if she never does. I never told her about my day fucking her drugged body. I imagine it would have made things much worse between us had she figured I was fucking her while she slept. 

So to this day I have kept it a secret. To this day I have not told a single soul until now. I still want her. I want to be with her. I'm married now and so is she. But that doesnt' mean we can't share something special every once in a while. Sometimes I think she is flirting with me. Then I remember that she is my sister and is most likely just being friendly. I guess I should be happy for getting what I have and leave it as a fantasy. 



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Excerpt from Vicky's journal which she wrote in after she got home:

I got fucked up drunk on my birthday. Zach saved me from a guy who drugged my drink. I'm pretty thankful to him for that. But he saw me naked, even washed me off. I woke up in his bed only wearing a t-shirt and my panties. I can't prove it but I think he may have fucked me. If he did he fucked me hard; my pussy was really sore when I woke up. I hope he enjoyed it because I didn't get to. Maybe I can tease him enough to get him to rape me one more time. This time when I'm awake. Is it bad that I want him to force me?