raping my little sister

[metallica]

Sophie was startled awake by a sudden weight settling on her. She nearly screamed out in surprise before she realized what was going on.

"Hi sis. Time for getting fucked."

Joe's hands reached under her pajamas to squeeze her sore tits. She winced, suddenly fully awake.

"Joe... please don't do this."

She whispered, scared that their parents might hear.

"You've already done so much to me. Don't fuck me. I'm your sister, it's wrong. Please!"
"Turn around, Sophie, and lie on your stomach."
"Please listen to me! You can continue with what you've already done to me. I'll... I'll suck your cock. Every day. I'll fuck the bedpost. I'll even go naked in the house. But don't fuck me."

She hated herself for offering Joe these things, but she was desperate. The very idea of her own brother being inside her was too horrible to think about. And she was afraid of the pain of being anally penetrated.

"You have three seconds before I punish you. One."
"Please, Joe!"
"Two."
"Just listen to me. We can work something out..."
"Three."
"Joe-"

Joe slapped her, hard. Sophie felt her head turn from the force of the blow. Her left cheek was on fire. Trying not to start sobbing, she raised her hand to her face. It throbbed.

"Take off your top."

Joe got off her and looked around the room. Still reeling from the pain in her face, Sophie took off her top and slid under the blanket. Joe picked up a discarded pair of white panties and handed them to her.

"Put them in your mouth."

Disgusted and scared, she did as her brother commanded. The taste in her mouth wasn't as bad as she had feared, but the thought of having her panties in her mouth was unpleasant.

"Stand up."

Should she keep the blanket when standing up? She was scared that her mother might suddenly enter the room and find her showing her breasts to her own brother. What would she do then? What could Sophie say to convince her that it was not sexual? What would Joe say? She was terrified. But it was night and Joe would be even angrier if she did not show him her breasts immediately. She stood up, topless and exposed to her brother. The room was slightly cold and her nipples immediately turned hard and small.

"This is going to hurt, sis. But if you make one sound I will make it ten times worse."

She knew what was coming. He was going to slap her breasts again. Sophie prepared herself for the pain, but when it came it was much more than she had expected. Joe slapped her left breast with his open palm so hard that she staggered back, moaning. A hard slap to her right breast followed and she fell to her knees, eyes shut and biting into her panties to keep from howling.

"Stand up."

She obeyed with tears in her eyes. Her breasts were throbbing with pain. She desperately wanted to hold up her hands, to defend herself, but she knew that would make everything worse. If she could at least hold her breasts to make the pain less! She looked up into her brother's face, pleading for just a moment of respite. Joe slapped her right breast again, just as hard. She bit on her lips. Joe kept on slapping her. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Her breasts bounced up and down, turning bright red and burning like fire. Tears flowed down her face as Sophie tried to keep from screaming. Left. Right. Left. Right. Her entire body shook with the blows. Sophie squeezed her eyes shut and bit down hard on her panties. Somehow she managed not to scream. The only sound in the room was that of Joe's hands smacking against her reddening and extremely sore breasts.

The slaps stopped. Sophie let out a single sob, which was mostly obscured by the panties in her mouth. Joe reached out with both hands and grabbed her nipples, twisting them hard. The pain went through her like a clear shock, very unlike the throbbing ache of her breasts. She doubled over as he let go of her nipples, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip. It hurt! It hurt so much! Why did he hurt her so much?

Joe watched as his sister straightened her back, her face flushed with pain, her tits scarlet red. Tears trickled down her pretty face as she stood, her hands at her sides and her tits submissively offered to her brother for more abuse. He knew his sister well, and he knew how humiliating it must be for her to stand like that, so open and unable to defend herself. He parted her lips with one hand, stuck his hand into her mouth with the other. She gagged and he pulled out her panties.

"You've been a bad slut, sis. A very bad slut."

Sophie winced at the words. Even after what she had gone through, being called a slut hurt her. Was she a slut? She had sucked her own brother's dick. She had swallowed his cum, taken it on her tits. She had fucked herself with a pen as she watched little girls being abused in her brother's videos. She had shown herself to the disgusting old man next door. And she'd fucked a bedpost, taken it inside her pussy as her brother watched. These weren't just slutty acts, they were incest! She hadn't fought back. She'd tried to only a few times, but she was too scared of the consequences and of the pain. She'd let him rape her. She'd sucked on her brother's dirty cock like a whore, taking it so deep that she had to vomit, and when the salty cum had exploded into her mouth, she'd closed her eyes and gulped it down. But it wasn't my fault, she told herself. He made me do it. I'm not a slut. I'm a good girl. I'm normal. I didn't have a choice. I want to have a future. I'm not a slut!

"You know what happens to bad sluts, Sophie? They get punished. Like you did just now. But that's not enough of a punishment for a bad slut like you, that refuses to take her brother's cock up her ass."

Sophie started to cry. She didn't want to get hurt even more.

"Please, Joe... it hurts so much. Just... just let me sleep. I'll do anything, but don't hurt me. I'll suck your cock, Joe. I'll fuck the bedpost. I'll... I'll lick your balls. Anything! Don't hurt me."
"You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me, sis. Now you have to be punished."
"Joe, I... I... I'll let you do it."
"Do what?"
"I'll let you... fuck me. Fuck me from behind. Just don't punish me."
"Do you remember what I had for breakfast this morning?"
"What?"

He slapped her right breast.

"Owww!"
"Answer my fucking question, slut!"
"You.... you had... I don't remember, Joe! I'm sorry! Don't hit me!"

His hand shot out. She thought he was going to hit her, but instead he grabbed her tit painfully. His other hand was suddenly on her pussy, parting the abused lips.

"I had a hot dog. Remember?"
"Y-yes! Oww..."

She half-cried half-moaned in pain as he stuck one of his fingers into her pussy, which was still raw from being fucked by a bedpost and having a pen inside it for hours.

"Remember the leftover sausage I put into the fridge?"
"Y-y-yes, Joe."
"Good. I want you to go down there, take it out of the fridge, and stick it into your pussy. Then come back with it. Oh, and take your pajama off before you go. I want you to be completely naked."

She almost protested. It was too much, an unfair punishment for what she had done. Their parents were in the bedroom. What if they woke up? But her breasts hurt so badly, and she knew that if she said anything Joe would slap them again. She got up and Joe took his finger out of her pussy. She dropped her pants and wiping the tears from her face she walked to the door.

Her heart beat quickly. She could feel it as if it was in her throat. She opened the door a little and peeked outside. It was dark, except for a tiny nightlight. The bedroom door was closed. She couldn't hear anything from the floor below, so her dad had stopped watching TV and gone to bed. She opened the door further and tiptoed out.

It was colder in the hallway. She felt goosebumps all over her naked body. Though it was obviously pointless, she covered her exposed pussy with her left hand and her breasts with her right arm. It was a unnerving feeling, being completely naked. She kept expecting the door to her parents' bedroom to fly open. She took a careful step, praying for the floorboards to be quiet. Another step brought her to the long Persian carpet that lay in the hallway. The floorboards creaked a little and she immediately stopped moving and stood as still as a statue. The carpet had muffled the sound. She breathed out slowly, noticing how hard her nipples felt against the soft skin of her arm. She took a few more steps and shivered as the cold air touched her skin. She was right in front of the bedroom door now. Not much further to the stairs! Everything seemed so loud. Even the sound of her red pussy hair rustling seemed loud enough to her to wake someone up. She wished she could cover herself somehow. She felt so exposed.

The stairs were cold, but she knew that they weren't very loud, so forgetting all caution she grabbed the handrail and went down as fast as she could without falling over in the dark. The fast movement made her abused little breasts bounce, and a soft moan of pain escaped her lips.

Shivering, she made her way to the kitchen. The feeling of cold air brushing against her exposed pussy lips was almost enough to make her cry again. At least she wasn't in the room with Joe.

When she opened the fridge, a gust of cold air hit her entire exposed body, sending another shiver through her. For a moment she wished she could go upstairs, put on her clothes, tell her little brother to go fuck himself, and then just go on with her life as it had always been. It seemed so simple. But she knew that her life as it had always been was over. She had no choice.

It took her a while to find the leftover sausage. She tried to protect herself from the cold with her free hand while she searched with the other, but it was no good. She took the sausage from the plate it was on and placed the plate in the sink. Finally she could close the fridge.

So there she stood in the middle of the night, naked in the kitchen with a hot dog sausage in her hands. She remembered Joe eating hot dog for breakfast and her making a joke about it, not too long ago. Had he been planning this in that moment? He had smiled at her joke. Had he smiled because it was funny, or because he knew that less than a day later she would be sitting in the kitchen, tears running down her face as she tried to push one of the sausages on his plate into her dry pussy? That she would be naked and miserable, pushing her pussy lips apart with two fingers and using her other hand to violate herself with greasy food left over by her brother? That she would sob and sob and sob as she pushed it deeper and deeper into the most sensitive part of her body, feeling the disgusting thing fill her up and rub itself against her already sore vagina?

It seemed to take forever. The sausage entered her inch for inch, pushing her apart on the inside with its cold and sickening surface. It was an extremely unpleasant feeling, even worse than the pen. The bedpost had hurt more, but at least it had been clean and she had been in her own room, not naked in the kitchen and fucking herself with food like some horny slut.

She tried walking. The feeling of the sausage moving inside her as she took the first step forward made her want to puke. It also hurt, as if someone was rubbing sandpaper against her insides. She put her hand on her pussy and bit on her lip. She took another step, and another. It still hurt like hell, but she was becoming aware again of how exposed she was, and she wanted to get back to her room. She wiped the tears from her face, sniffed to keep her rose from running, and walking towards the stairs.

"Oh. Hi Sophie."

It was as if a shock had gone through her. She felt her cheeks flushing and a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was Dad. He had just come down the stairs. She stood in front of him, entirely naked, her breasts and pussy exposed. She didn't know what to say. She prayed that he couldn't see that her pussy lips were spread and that her tits still had red marks from Joe's slapping. She tried to stammer an explanation.

"I..... I... I was... I was hungry, so I....."

Was he looking at her face or at her tits? She looked up at him only for a moment, too ashamed to look at her own father. For a moment she was sure that he was staring at her pussy.

"It's okay, your mother sleeps naked too. I always tell her she'll get sick but she never does. I hope you're as resistant as she is, cause it's pretty cold. Take a blanket or something next time, OK, Sophie?"
"Oh... OK."
"I'll get myself something to eat. A midnight snack. Sleep tight."
"You too... Dad."

He walked by her, one of his big hands giving her a small pat on the butt. His hands were very warm, but she felt horrible in the few seconds that he touched her exposed skin in such a private place. Had he been looking at her pussy? Had he touched her like that on purpose, or had it just been a fatherly gesture?

Sophie hurried up the stairs. The sausage hurt even more when she moved so quickly, but the feeling of standing naked in front of her father had been so humiliating that she wanted to get away from it as quickly as possible. Her breasts bounced painfully, her stomach turning as she felt the long object that filled her up so unpleasantly moving in its disgusting way. The bottom of the sausage had begun to poke out of her pussy. Looking down at it and realizing what she really had inside her made her physically nauseous. She reached down and pushed it back in, and the feeling inside her pussy of the sausage squishing back into place finally pushed her over the edge. She turned and entered the bathroom, bowed over the toilet and puked again and again. Her stomach still heaved as she flushed the toilet, her mouth filled with the taste of supper and cum. She cleaned her mouth off with toilet paper and dried her tears. Taking slow steps, she walked back into her room, where her brother was lying on her bed, naked and stroking his erection.

"I didn't tell you you could puke, you know."
"Joe, please.... don't punish me for this. I can't take it. I did what you wanted, OK?"
"That's true, slut."
"Joe..."
"You are a slut. What else could you be? Look at what you've got inside your pussy."
"Joe, please! Don't call me that, OK? I'm doing everything you want me to, even though it hurts me so much."
"Tell me, what have you got inside your pussy?

Fresh tears began to flow down Sophie's tired face.

"I've got.... I've got a sausage in my pussy."
"And what does that make you?"
"....... a slut.
"Say it."
"It makes me a slut."
"Say your name, who you are, and everything you did, and what you are."
"Please..."
"Say it!"

She sighed and wiped more tears from her face. The pain in her pussy continued, and the taste in her mouth made her want to start puking again.

"My name is Sophie. I'm 17 years old. I go to school. I sucked my brother's cock and I swallowed his cum. I showed myself naked to a disgusting old man who lives next door. I fucked a bedpost and a pen. I let my dad see me naked. I've got a sausage in my pussy because I've got to do everything my fucking brother says whether I like it or not. I'm a slut. A whore! A cheap fucking whore for my own brother to fuck! I take his cum on my tits and in my mouth and I even have to say thank you. I'm a SLUT! Happy now, you fucking pervert? I'M A SLUT! A SLUT!"

Sophie began to cry. Her outburst over, she was suddenly scared her parents might have heard her. She didn't think she was a slut but saying it made her feel dirty.

"Take out the sausage, Sophie."

She reached down, still shaking with tears and afraid her parents might come in, spread her pussylips, took hold of the sausage with two fingers, and pulled it out. There was pain in that, and disgust, but also relief. Finally she wasn't filled up anymore by this disgusting thing. She held it away from herself, barely touching it.

"Eat it."

She couldn't believe it for a moment. He could not be serious. He'd heard her vomit. He knew she could never do this. Never! It was too much!

"Joe.... Joe, I... Joe, no. I can't do this."
"Sure you can. Do you know why?"

She stared at him, horrified.

"Do you know why you can eat it, Sophie?"
".........because I'm a slut."
"That's right, sis. You're a slut. A whore. Right?"
".........right, Joe."
"Let's repeat that. Why can you eat it?"
"I can eat it because I'm a slut and a whore."
"Good slut. Now eat it."

It was a struggle. She couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't even raise the sausage to her mouth. She felt dirty. If I do this now, she thought, it's like I'm saying he's right. Like I am a slut. Eating something that was in my own pussy. Only a slut would do that. But her tits still hurt like hell from the slapping, and there was a consolation: it would be over after this year. He couldn't follow her to college. If she just did as he said, if she prevented him from ruining her future, then she would be safe in a year.

When she first bit into the sausage, she felt vomit rising again in her throat. It was almost as disgusting as sucking her brother's dirty cock. Maybe even more disgusting, more offensive, because it was her own juices she was taking into her mouth against her will. She chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed, trying not to think about what had been done to her with the sausage. It was almost impossible to keep down the bile.

"Well done, sis. You're being a good slut now."
"........thank you, Joe."

She was shaking again. It was cold and unbelievably humiliating. She hated having to say thank you.

"Now lie down."

Still trembling, she lay down on her bed, belly down, ass in the air. She knew what would happen now. She was terrified but too hurt to struggle. She felt Joe mount her, felt the wet tip of his penis touch her ass cheeks.

Joe had never done this before. He'd seen it in porn many times, but he'd never anally penetrated a girl. He had never penetrated a girl at all. But he knew what he was doing. He used his hands to pry her ass cheeks apart, revealing the tiny little hole. Sophie was so afraid that she was squeezing it completely shut. Joe knew this would make it more difficult to penetrate but it would also make it even more painful for her. He touched the tip of his penis to her anus. He pulled her cheeks further apart and started pushing his cock into his sister.

Sophie felt her brother spread her cheeks and took a deep breath. She was so scared, but she didn't want to scream. Then she suddenly felt the weight of his body pushing his penis into her asshole. At first it didn't fit, but he pushed harder, and it began to open. It hurt! It hurt so much! She could feel the tip of his penis inside her, pushing her asshole open and making her entire body shake with pain. She felt as if he was tearing her open. He pushed again, and she felt her asshole widen further as her brother's penis went deeper into her. The feeling of him inside her was almost as painful as the stretching. Sophie tried not to scream, but a soft moan escaped her. She gripped her pillow and dug her nails into it. Joe pushed again, and Sophie was sure that something had torn in her asshole. It hurts, she wanted to scream, it hurts so much! Take it out! Take it out! I can't do this! She was sure that she must be bleeding now. It was too horrible. Her brother was inside her asshole. She could feel his cock inside her body, could feel her asshole tightly constricted around it. He pushed again. He didn't get deeper, but it hurt Sophie anyway. The pain was more extreme than anything else he had done to her. The bedpost had been very painful and uncomfortable, but not like this. She wanted to scream! Joe pushed again, and this time his cock went even deeper inside her dry anus. She could feel almost his entire cock inside her now, filling her up and tearing her apart. It was too much! Too much! She grabbed the pillow and moaned into it, trying to let the pain out. Joe pulled his penis out of her, and for just a moment she almost felt relieved. But the feeling of cold air touching her abused hole shocked her. She couldn't believe her asshole had been stretched that much. She felt unbelievably exposed and violated. Then Joe stuck his cock inside her again, and every muscle in her body tightened with the pain and the desire to scream. He slid in more easily and now she was sure than she must be bleeding. She was in such pain that she couldn't even cry. She just wanted this to be over. Joe started pushing his penis in and out of her savagely as she clawed at the bed, trying not to wake her parents. Her entire asshole, all the way to deep inside her, felt on fire. It was pure pain. The bed creaked and shook as Joe pushed in and out, in and out, in and out, and Sophie bit her pillow to keep from screaming.

To Sophie it seemed to go on forever. In and out, in and out, each time more painful than the last. He went deep inside her, filling her up, stretching her, hurting her. It was like a nightmare. She didn't even care if her parents came in. She just wanted it to be over. Then finally she felt him cum deep inside her. Her own brother! As Joe pulled out she began to sob. The pain and humiliation were too much.

"Well done, sis. I hope that really hurt you. See you in the morning."

Sophie kept on sobbing as Joe wiped his penis on one of her bras and quietly left the room. Her abused asshole still hurt terribly. She couldn't stand this anymore. Sucking her own brother's cock had been bad enough, but fucking him was even more personal, even more wrong. And it hurt! It hurt so much! She felt dirty knowing that his cum was inside her.

She touched her asshole carefully and her fingers came away with blood and cum. She began to cry again and tried to wipe herself clean with the panties he had previously forced into her mouth. She wasn't bleeding much but the pain wasn't going away.

She kept on crying for another fifteen minutes or more as slowly all her pains that the anal abuse had blocked out started to return: her raw pussy, her swollen breasts, her hurting nipples. It was all too much, and she fell asleep.

She dreamed her mouth was overflowing with her brother's cum.

[marci]

nice!