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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.