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SISTER RAPE
By G


        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 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 would 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 ass 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 belly, 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.

        "Whats...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 asses!  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 or four 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 spred her legs for him, and he fingered her roughly to
        orgasm.  It hurt more than it felt good.


        "Now got 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 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 her legs and shoved his finger into her,
        starting another orgasm, despite her fear.

        "I'm going to fuck you, sis", 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 with you.  You've teased me long enough, baby sister!"

        Shannon screamed, but the gag stopped it.  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 ever before.  And it really hurt.

        Her 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.

                                  xxx

        When she woke later that evening, she was in bed, naked
        and sore.  But she'd been untied and Mark was leaning over
        her, looking more like his old self.  He gave her a kiss on
        the cheek.  "I'm sorry I had to hurt you so badly, sis", he
        told her softly.

        Shannon started crying.  "Why, Mark?"

        "Because you're so hot, sis.  You're gorgeous and I've
        wanted to fuck you for a long time.  So when mom and dad
        left, I knew I had a chance.  Except that I couldn't do it
        unless I had complete control.  I had to rape you."

        "But why?", she sobbed.

        Mark stroked her hair gently.  "Okay, listen.  I'm a
        control freak, alright?  You're not the first little girl
        I've done this to.  See, there's these guys I met up with,
        and their like me.  Somehow they found out about you and
        wanted me to bring you around so they could rape you.  But I
        was afraid they'd hurt you too much.  I know I hurt you when
        I raped you, but I didn't hit your or beat you, okay?  I
        could never hurt you like that.  But those guys...I wanted
        you to be ready."

        "Are you going to rape me again?  Are they?"

        "Yeah.  We all are."

        "No!"

        Suddenly Mark's face hardened.  "Now you listen, sis.
        I'm trying to be nice.  Like it or not, you're going to get
        it.  You agree to let me, and anybody else, and I'll do my
        best to help you have orgasms everytime.  And I'll tell mom
        and dad you were really good this summer.  It's not much of
        a price to pay.  Your virgnity for a new pony."

        Shannon, lacking the experience and knowledge older
        girls had, considered it.  Somehow, a pony seemed more
        important than letting men use her body.  She didn't know
        much about dignity or self-respect, you see.

        "Okay, Mark.  But please, no more tonight."

        Mark's face softened.  "No more tonight.  Tomorrow
        you'll suck me, though, and I'll fuck your ass.  Then you
        get a day to rest, okay?  Then I want to show you
        something."

        Shannon nodded.  She thought she might even get to like
        it--especially if she could have orgasms.  "Okay."

        "Good girl.  There's more to this, sis, that I'll tell
        you right now.  Now go to sleep."

        "Stay with me, Mark?", she begged.  "Just don't...don't
        do anything, okay?"

        "Okay", Mark agreed.

                                    xxx
        Mark did not stay, however.  After his sister was asleep, he
        picked up the phone and dialed his parents hotel in Mexico. 
        It took a bit to get connected, but when he was on, he was
        all too pleased to hear his father's voice.

        They talked for a long time, then hung up.  Yawning, Mark
        returned to his little sister, eager to snuggle up to her
        naked, warm body.

                                    xxx
         The following day Mark spent raping her ass.  He left her
        naked and but tied and gagged her.  He was pretty gentle--he 
        told her he didn't like doing asses much.  He even taught
        her how to take it without much hurt.  Shannon learned
        quickly.

                                 