A story by Lolileah
Second Chances
Aka Redemption Part 2: Rachel
This story is for ADULTS ONLY and should not be read by any
underage readers. It is also a continuation of a previous work
and though written to stand alone, it still isn’t the beginning
of the story. (mg, Mf, Mg, MF, oral, anal, inc, ped, voy, solo,
bond, nc, rape)

I have always been a lover, not a fighter. I try to avoid fights
as much as I can. As such, I’ve never taken a fist to the solar
plexus and had the wind knocked right out of me. As far as
relationships go, I’ve taken a couple punches in my short 21
years. The first was when I found my mother and previous lover
hanging from a ceiling fan, dripping blood onto the very bed
she’d taken my virginity on. The second was when her former
lover became mine and then unilaterally decided to move with our
two 3-year-old children halfway around the world to Japan to
leave me with my 11-year-old sister Rachel.



The drive home from the airport was a mental drain. My sister was
all broken up over dear Aunt Miki leaving with her two younger
siblings/niece & nephew. She loved the two of them to pieces and
was always happy to volunteer to babysit on date nights. As for
me, I’d just sent away 3 people I loved, though fortunately not
into the grave, unlike our mom. Still, raising an 11-year-old
wasn’t going to be easy, even long-distance calling Miki.

When we got back home, it felt weird having it so empty and
quiet. 60% of the people who were living there were in the air
right now. Were it not for the furniture stifling the echoes, it
would have been both too quiet and too loud in its emptiness. I
flopped back onto the master bed to think until my thoughts about
Miki and mother and I and the things we did on this bed were
interrupted by my sister. Fortunately it was just before said
thoughts invariably produced a telltale bulge in my pants.

“Mickey, is it okay that I use your nickname?”

“Of course. No need to be formal.” Then it dawned on me why
she asked this seemingly silly question. In Japan where we had
lived with our guardian, how you address someone shows the
relationship you have with that person or persons. To call
someone just by their first name is only done in close
relationships such as dating and marriage or perhaps between
adult and child. As I was now Rachel’s guardian, she was
requesting permission to be less formal in addressing me.

“I miss Miki and Yuuki/Yuki already. Even though she passed the
torch to me and all that entails, I miss them. You and Aunt Miki
made such a cute couple. I hope we’ll be just as cute. She told
me a few things to pass on to you as well.”

She wasn’t asking because I was her guardian! What had “Aunt
Miki” told her?

“You realize that sex education is a lot different in Japan,
right? I know all about the birds and the bees and where babies
come from. I might not have when Yuuki and Yuki were born but I
know now. I know what menstruation is and that I definitely
haven’t had started mine yet. I know that the whole purpose of
a man/woman of the house is to provide children and that I’m
not the woman of the house until I get my first period. I am not
a little girl anymore, you know. You don’t have to beat around
the bush with me.”

“Well, if you know it all now, what is there left for me to
say? This is kind of awkward.”

“Telling me you love me would be a good start. You never ever
did. The rest we’ll figure out in time.”

“Well of course I love you. You will be my lady soon enough.
Not until 13 though. Miki told me that’s the age of consent in
Japan and so we’ll go with that. If we do have kids, I’ll
wait until you’re 18, same as she had me wait. Rushing into
having children isn’t something anyone should do. Are you okay
with that?”

“Yeah, I’ve been okay with whatever. You know, you didn’t
tell the first part of the story quite right. Shall I fix it?
There’s two sides to every story. The right one, and the wrong
one. Mine’s the right one.”

“As you wish. Make an addendum if you want or something. I need
a nap. It’s been a long, sad day.”

“Good night,” said she, bending down to kiss me on the
forehead. “I’ll get started right away.”


***
These are the memoirs of Rachel Miller and they are private. Do
not read if you are not on the approved list! Rachel (obviously)
and Michael, my brother/lover. Others to follow.

September 11, 1993. Today I was born. I really don’t have any
memory of it so I’m just taking people at their word. Well,
clearly I was born or I could not be writing this. Duh!

Much of the time after I was born was spent sucking on tits,
shitting myself and babbling incoherent nonsense. Again, I’m
taking people at their word here. I must eventually have broken
out of that phase since I learned how to communicate well enough
to write this. Also, as I’m not sitting in a diaper filled with
my own excrement, that too must have passed. As for tits, I might
not refuse if they were offered me but nobody ever does.

My family are some of my earliest memories. My mother and brother
were all I had; Dad was no longer a part of our little circle. I
didn’t quite understand that but I didn’t bring it up.

I love my brother. In some ways I always have, I suppose. As the
only male in our family unit, he was man to me. I would have done
anything to please him, even things sometimes frowned upon by
others. Here’s how he “molested” and attempted to
“rape” me.

A few days or so before my 5th birthday, I stole into my
brother’s room for a nap. I like naps. I learned that they were
even better with him behind me, holding me. I felt warm and safe,
especially after he threw a blanket over the two of us.

Things escalated from there. I never saw anything wrong with it.
To me, it was just what boys did with girls (and it often is).
For a while he was just holding me between the legs. I admit,
that bit did feel a bit weird but things progressed fairly
quickly from there until his hand would be inside my pants during
nap time and holding me and stroking me until I fell asleep. I
liked that.

One day, he stripped me from the waist down and faced me toward
him. He took his own pants off as well. I’d never felt a
man’s penis before but instinctively I put it between my legs.
It got bigger and harder when it touched me. Maybe I had magic
legs but I just went right off to sleep as he cupped my little
butt in his hands and held us together like it was no big thing.

One night, mom went out on the town with one of her girlfriends
(I know it was Aunt Miki now) and she left the two of us alone at
last. No babysitter or supervision of any kind. It’s not that I
have any fear of monsters but I slept pretty well on the futon we
two shared during nap times and the fact that he’d folded it
down into a bed fit for a queen was more than I could pass up.
It’s not monsters so much as the feeling of being alone on the
other side of the house that I don’t like.

Around 10 o’clock by the bedside alarm, my brother climbed down
to join me. He told me we were going to be quiet so that maybe we
could do what he was going to do secretly when mom came home.

He stripped both of us completely naked. Naked in the moonlight,
brother and sister finally getting to see each other in their
natural form. Michael’s penis grew before my eyes. To me, that
was the only monster in the house but I was 5, what did I know
about male members and their sizes?

As Mickey got on top of me, I felt the warmth from his body
acutely. When he put it between my legs as he had before, I felt
him more hotly. And when he tried to enter me, I felt pain
sharply between my legs. He stopped when I told him it hurt
though. He’s such a sweetie sometimes. I just hope it doesn’t
prove his downfall.

Mickey got off of me then, coaxing my legs apart and kissing that
dirty spot between my legs where pee comes out and he’d tried
to come in. It tickled a bit though not so much as it did when he
started bathing me with his tongue. In the folds, out of the
folds, back in as deep as he could go. And then his tongue found
my clitoris for the first time that night.

I had never felt anything like an orgasm before. I may never feel
anything that trumps one ever. If I hadn’t stuffed my panties
in my mouth I might have screamed. That just would not have done.
I was a good obedient girl. More importantly I was hooked on that
feeling. I had to have more. Mickey provided 3 more with his
mouth, his hot breath on my private parts only heightening the
experience for me.

When he pulled his hot mouth from my lower lips, the clock read
midnight. You have to admit, his endurance was impressive. He
didn’t even know the effect his mouth had on mine. Maybe that
was part of the problem. Sex is about communication. I’d even
restrained my legs from locking around his head during
cunnilingus. Aren’t I such a great little sister?

Michael climbed atop me again. I couldn’t blame him for wanting
some pleasure of his own. He had satisfied me. Why shouldn’t I
satisfy him for a bit? I had spit the panties out of my mouth
when he’d stopped his all-you-can-eat prepubescent pussy
buffet. Once again I told him it pained me as he tried to enter
me. I found out later I should have kept my mouth shut about that
since a girl’s first time often isn’t pleasant. Then again,
Miki had lost her innocence around my age and even if I had
wanted Michael’s dick inside me, since neither of us knew about
lube, it probably would have been unpleasant the whole time for
me. Maybe I would have started to resent him and sex. I don’t
have a time machine so I’ll never know what letting him have
his way with me would have been like. Shame.

Mickey got off of me but only slightly this time when I told him
he was hurting me. I still could feel him between my legs but the
end of him was a bit slimy and slippery. It was drooling on me,
running down the crack between my legs. He must have realized the
lubricating potential since he started thrusting but nothing near
my little girl cunny. In, out, back, forth. He was so warm! He
was even getting bigger still. A boy’s penis is truly amazing.
They can even aim their pee!

I was jolted out of my wondering at penises when Mickey’s
twitched and a flow of hot “not pee” flooded forth from him.
It was all between my legs and some on my tummy. Mickey sucked
hard at my neck, put his clothes back on and went to sleep in his
own bed. I was left with his smell and his “stuff from
penises” on me. It had rapidly lost the warmth that his body
had imbued it with. Pee isn’t sticky. Pee is watery. Pee would
have left me in a puddle on the bed. As his warm juices flowed
across my clit, down my slit and into my ass, I had my last
orgasm of the night. Then I cleaned up as best I knew how with my
sopping panties and also went to bed, sated and exhausted.

Mommy dearest returned the next day. Like all girls, I kinda
hoped I wasn’t some kind of one-night stand. I hoped I’d at
least be worth another romp with, even if we never became
exclusive. Miki hadn’t told me about the Japanese idea of
“sex friends” yet but I guess that’s what I was hoping to
be for Mickey. I don’t personally see a girl’s sexuality as
being wrong or even a girl just wanting sex sometimes. It can’t
be all the realm of men. That’s not equality.

It might have taken him a few days to come to his senses but come
to them he did. He would visit me in my bed after mom was asleep.
My little panties would already be stuffed into my mouth as a
muffler leaving me exposed to his lust. It worked out for both of
us that way. Though he didn’t use his mouth to get me off :’(
he’d still rub one out between my legs and leave me there to
clean up his seed, his need from my body. Even if it wasn’t
directly from him, as I cleaned myself up, I’d rub across parts
his visits had aroused and bring myself to climax if he had just
left me on the brink.

The last time I was with Michael is my favorite. Not necessarily
because it was the last. No, I say it was my favorite because it
was the first time we weren’t in the dark. I could see him and
he could see me just the way sex is meant to be. I lay back on
the warm hood of the car and gladly made a place for him between
my legs. My panties were hanging around my left ankle so I had no
muffler; I couldn’t reach them. As he thrust, I watched him
closely and saw how much he enjoyed me. In, out, in, out and then
I finally got to see the mess he’d been leaving on me as the
head of his penis erupted in white fireworks onto my stomach. So
hot! As for lover boy, he went to wash up for food and I found a
towel in the garage that didn’t look all oily and cleaned up
with it. My lip was bleeding where I had bit it trying to stay
quiet. I hoped the chlorine smell of his semen didn’t follow me
too closely to the dinner table.

Not too long after our last romp together, the people of social
services came and asked some questions of me. They didn’t say
how they knew and they didn’t seem very interested in how much
I had enjoyed it. Fortunately Mickey got off easily and didn’t
get locked up. Maybe mom had smelled him on me and put 1 and 2
together to make 4. She didn’t have the whole picture! How
could she choose to punish him without my consent? It wasn’t
about her nor any of her business if I wasn’t being hurt.

You could say I was ignorant of sex and completely naïve, how I
was taken advantage of. But what girl at that age has all the
answers? Be honest. Boys and girls may never have all the answers
since the system is designed to keep them in the dark as long as
possible. Maybe it’s to keep the population down or maybe
it’s to raise it. All I know is lots of old white guys
thousands of miles away make the rules and then go ahead and
break them. Pretty damn hypocritical if you ask me. So fuck them.
We’ll just follow their example and do what the hell we want
also. And we won’t do it on the taxpayers’ dime either. They
don’t have to know nor is it their business to know. Consent
needs no arbitrary age limit.

Not too long after Mickey was told to keep his hands and penis
off of me–mostly his penis–he and mom started going for
driving lessons and I got stuck with a babysitter. She was 15,
brunette, small firm breasts and a tight, shapely ass. Hey!
Don’t judge me! I can appreciate art when it comes in female
form just the same as men do. She had a pretty easy time of it
with all my nap times. Because of that and Mickey not
password-protecting his computer, I inadvertently learned a lot
about sex from her.

The first time I caught her with her pants down, so to speak, she
was lying down on mom’s bed with her pants around one ankle and
her legs spread apart, not unlike the last time Mickey and I made
love. Her right hand was feeling her breast up under her shirt. I
tried to imitate her but I had even less to work with than she
did and I couldn’t see what she was doing under there anyway.
It must have been pretty nice since she was moaning and carrying
on, crying out a name I couldn’t make out. I knew that exact
feeling but had never had a chance to express it out loud.

She sucked a couple of the fingers of her left hand and slid them
down to her crotch. I hadn’t looked at it before but it was
different from mine. Hers had hair where mine did not. Hers was
moist even before her hand touched it. Mine had never been wet
like that. Her fingers began caressing the folds there which
I’d never really examined on myself. Like a symphony conductor,
she played herself. Lucky the master bedroom was on the other
side of the house with all the noise she made. She definitely
would have woken me. I’d have to try it sometime.

When my mother and brother got home, I ran up and hugged her, my
face level with her crotch. She pushed me away
uncharacteristically, though not before I caught the familiar
chlorine scent of “stuff from penises” on her. How come she
got to enjoy Mickey and I didn’t? It wasn’t fair! At the same
time, at least one of us was having a good time.

I’ll never forget the first time I saw sex. The babysitter,
Brooke, had put me to bed and retired to her favorite “me
time” spot. She texted someone some rather risqué shots of
herself until I heard a rapping on the window. She went to it and
opened it to let someone outside in. A tall, strong boy came
through the window and she kissed him. Probably on the football
team. They moved themselves to the bed where this continued for
some time until he reached for her breasts. She was liking that,
especially when he stopped touching them outside her shirt. The
nonsense she mumbled must have been his name because he just
smiled whenever she did it.

Emboldened by his success so far, his hand strayed to doing the
same things she was used to inside her pants. As her boyfriend
played with her private place I found myself doing the same thing
just observing them. It didn't take long before the feelings
I’d had playing with Mickey to return as I came on my fingers
the way Brooke had shown me how by example. Brooke was humping
against her boyfriend’s fingers trying to get the same feelings
as I was experiencing, her shirt and bra no longer encumbering
her breasts. I watched them jiggle and bounce as wave after wave
of pleasure cascaded through her body, shockwaves being
transmitted through them as she came.

Her boyfriend laid her back on the bed, fumbling with the clasp
to her jeans, his already off. I watched him grow larger in his
arousal. He was thicker than Mickey when erect. She came to
reality just as her pants came off and her legs were spread wide.

“Stop! What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to fuck you.
There’s always some excuse you have. You’re not bleeding
today, though you’d probably use that excuse if I let you. You
will be soon, though, if you really are a virgin as you claim.
You won’t even blow me. It’s always just about you. So today,
I thought maybe I could get some satisfaction. What do you
say?”

“It won’t fit. I’ve never been with a man before. And I
might get pregnant.”

“Excuses, excuses! It’ll fit, I’ll make it. And if you get
pregnant, that’s not my problem. Besides, babies are bigger and
vaginas handle them just fine.”

“Jake, please don’t do this! Can’t you wait a bit longer
for me? Aren’t I special enough?”

Jake’s answer didn’t come in words as he pinned Brooke’s
thin wrists above her head, pressing the head of his penis
against her and pushing until the entire thing was inside
Brooke’s tiny pussy.

“No Brooke, you’re not that special. Well you aren’t
anymore anyway. And I’m sick of fucking waiting on a girl to
put out when she feels it’s convenient and that I should be
fucking grateful she spread her legs for me.”

“Ow, fuck!! Shit! Cut it out! Take it out now! It hurts!”

“Of course it hurts you stupid bitch! You’re a virgin! Well,
used to be, you little slut. You’ll love it soon enough; your
wet little cunt tells me so.” Jake took up a rhythm, neither
slow nor quick until Brooke’s cries of pain gave way to cries
of pleasure. Their hips were smacking together and making wet,
sloppy sounds now and he wasn’t doing all the work. If only
Michael hadn’t stopped…but then he might not have tried oral
with me and damn was he good at that (Shhh!). At least now I knew
a girl’s first time hurt. Important information for the future.

Jake was on top of his girlfriend for the better part of an hour.
He certainly had good staying power. He didn’t cum for the
first time until about halfway through the hour. She was so far
gone, as I almost was, that she didn’t put up much fight when
he left his mess inside of her. Sure was convenient being a guy.
Girls always have to clean up their messes. And the last time
they had sex, he pulled out and left it all on her face. I
suppose I already knew that was an option though Michael had
never tried it.

“Ewww, gross! What the fuck was that for?”

“Punishment for making me wait so long. Would you rather I
stuck it in your ass?” She shook her head vigorously. “Then
don’t complain. I have to go now. Your boss will be back any
time now.” He dressed and hopped back out the window leaving
his girl to clean up and get dressed. She winced as she stood to
her feet. Now that Jake had vacated her, I could see the redness
on her inner thighs where the two of them smacked against each
other. There was a darker red on her pussy lips of blood. And of
course there was the hot sticky whiteness coating her face and
some dripping onto her leg. I hurriedly pulled my pants back up
and made for my room. Didn’t want to get caught out-of-bounds
with a computer that had just saved exactly what the two of them
were doing as “evidence”.

Because of my unfettered access to Michael’s computer, I got to
see the video of him losing his virginity to our dear mother. Was
I a bit mad he’d left me for her? Sure, but I was 5, I had
impure desires for him and would have done anything to please
him. At least I took comfort in the fact that he’d learned how
to please a woman orally from me (shh, our little secret). And
she could be honest about things and not muffle when she came
with her wadded up panties. She had that going for her. Also
didn’t hurt her when Michael stuck it in her. In fact, she
seemed to rather enjoy it, though she was almost as dishonest
about it as her daughter. What a slut!


And while his camera did capture some great moments in lewd
behavior, it also captured, to both our dismays, mother’s final
acts. Acts I’d rather not write about. I still had Mickey, will
have Mickey and I got to meet “Aunt Miki” and see the
relationship with my brother develop before my eyes, through the
lens of the camera. She became his lover, his teacher, his
confidante and the mother of his two darling children. I miss
them all. Going to wrap things up. Think I hear him waking up.
Maybe I’ll write more addenda soon.

***
Hopefully my sister didn’t convolute the story too much while I
slept. Where were we? Oh yeah, just got home from dropping off
Miki and the kids.

To say things progressed normally would be fine to say. I talked
at least weekly with my little family in Japan. Rachel was
waiting expectantly for her first period. Didn’t seem like
something I’d want to celebrate but we’re two different
people. I suppose it wouldn’t be all bad. She’d technically
be the lady of the house. That meant sex, if we hadn’t promised
our former guardian we would wait.

She went to school like any kid her age. Her favorite sport was
volleyball (only sport she played) and I’ll admit, watching her
games made me more than proud with the girls in their tight
Spandex all bent over for the serve. She may not have been as
shapely up top as Miki but she’d certainly inherited mom’s
shapely booty.

One day when I was sitting at my desk doing schoolwork of my own
(damn pre-law), sis came to me and told me her tummy hurt in the
weirdest way ever. She shuffled up behind me, pants around her
ankles with a red stain on the tissue she was holding to her
crotch. Normally guys would be a bit weirded out by such
behavior-she was obviously having her period-but we weren’t
that “normal” of a family, or so some might think.

“I don’t think I like menstruation. I have to do this monthly
until menopause? Except when I’m pregnant? I feel icky.”

“There might be certain birth control medications that can stop
it. But for now, let’s get you a hot water bottle. I’ve had
some practice with this. Come here.”

She shuffled out of her pants and walked over to me expectantly.
“There’s something I should have given you a long time
ago,” I said as I took her chin in my hand and gently kissed
her. “I love you very much and I don’t say that just because
you’re the lady of the house now or because you’re related to
me.”

“I know. That was my first kiss. I’m going to treasure it
always.”

I kissed her in a more adult fashion pulling her against me by
her buns. Her lips clung to mine as we broke apart. “Welcome to
the upgraded Miller family. Let’s take care of you now.”

I’d lived with Miki for 6 years, not quite long enough to learn
everything about women, but at least a few things.  I filled a
hot water bottle and held it against her tummy until she took
hold of it herself. Miki had always felt a bit better when I did
this. Weed was better, she said, but she’d stopped after
college as she was never that into it. Just a passing phase. The
only other thing that helped her was chocolate, dark as she could
get it. Some kind of chemical or something in it. She liked the
bitter taste, sort of like coffee to her, and that it didn’t
have the fat or cloying sweetness of milk chocolate. I found some
in the desk drawer and then showed Rachel where the pads were.

After supper while I was reading in bed, sis came in dressed
simply in her panties. She hadn’t really started sprouting
breasts yet so I didn’t have much to draw my attention there.
She curled up beside me, clutching the water bottle to her and
told me that even though this sucked, it meant she was truly the
mistress of the house now. She could bear my children. She said
she looked forward to when she’d be my lover but there were
plenty of things we could do in the meantime that we both could
enjoy without breaking our trust with Miki.

“I should tell you this now in honesty, I came 13 times because
of you at the tender age of 5. 13 seems to be a lucky number for
us. At least for me :) I can lose my virginity at 13. There’s
no way in hell I’m waiting 13 years. I can get your baby inside
me 13 years after our first time together when I’m 18. Got it
all figured out.”

“You’ve sure given this a lot of thought these past few
years. I’m flattered to be in your thoughts so much.”

“There were times I wished I’d kept my mouth shut and had let
you inside me after you ate me out. I was mad at mom for ruining
it for us. She didn’t find out from me. You gave me good
incentive not to tell. It would have been statutory rape and
yeah, I know now it probably wouldn’t have been that enjoyable.
I couldn’t get “wet” and you wouldn’t have known about
lube, but there are days I masturbate to the thought of you
raping me. You might be surprised at how many girls who
wouldn’t actually want to be raped still have rape fantasies.
I’ve read a few of them. The incest stories are the best,
consenting or otherwise. Maybe that makes me weird, but that’s
what I like.”

“Sex is first and foremost about communication and I did a poor
job of that in the past. There was much I didn’t know back
then. I’m sorry.”

“Aww, don’t feel bad. The way you made love to me with your
mouth, I could sense your feelings for me. I didn’t communicate
mine honestly either. We’re equally at fault here.”

I put my book away and turned out the light. The bed rocked as
she turned over and sent waves through its surface and once
again, just like that, she was my little spoon. I wrapped my arms
around her and held my not-so-little sister close. The next cycle
had begun.

I may be okay with a woman’s period and all, but I didn’t dig
the thought of cunnilingus while a girl is bleeding so we
didn’t have oral sex until after she’d stopped. If she had
started growing pubes, I certainly could see no sign of them. I
couldn’t imagine she’d already started waxing. But in the
meantime, she was eager to reciprocate. She turned to me in bed
one night and simply said, “teach me how to suck you off”.
How can you argue with that?

I couldn’t really tell how much she might know about oral so I
started her off with just the basics of licking and sucking. The
way she moved her tongue, found all the spots I liked, was almost
like she could read my mind. She bathed me as gently and
thoroughly as I often did for her. Sure, she choked and gagged
appropriately when she suddenly found her throat filled with cock
and splooge. I got a bit carried away there, I admit. But she
recovered and adjusted to it quickly, much faster than I had
expected from my pure, sweet virgin sister.

When she’d swallowed and caught her breath, she cleared her
throat and told me oral wasn’t so bad. It didn’t even taste
as yucky as she’d heard. She was surprised at the suddenness of
my rape of her throat, certainly, but it was my right. Sis was
just glad to have been of service in pleasing me. After I had
returned the favor, she fell asleep against me as always. This
time we were both naked. Skinship was important between lovers.
She’d picked that up in Japan and she rather liked the feel of
flesh against flesh. She always had. And so it became our thing.
If she wasn’t on the rag, we weren’t clothed in bed.

Rachel told me that contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t as
innocent as she let on. She told me I really should have put
better security on my computer. A search of my history would have
found out a lot about her sexual preferences. Anime, incest,
rape, impregnation, even some kiddie porn site she’d discovered
called 17. That was a whole different story I was to learn later.
The one pet peeve she had about porn wasn’t that it was made
more for men or the repetitive naming conventions. No, she hated
all the stuff that was labeled incest but involved a
step-something and another step-something. “They’re not
related; that’s not incest! It’s no more taboo than banging a
hot apple pie.” Any security really would have kept a
precocious 5-year-old from seeing what she’d seen. The night I
lost my virginity, the reluctance of Brooke to give up her cherry
(rape?), mom’s death, Miki and I and a whole folder I didn’t
know about of just Rachel in the master bathroom showering (and
sometimes more) at various ages.

“OMFG! You realize this is basically child porn, right?”

“One man’s turn-off is another man’s turn-on. My gift to
you. Just to be safe though, maybe we shouldn’t connect this
one to the Internet. And maybe put a strong password on it. Let
this be our little secret.”

“You have no idea how much I love you, sis!”

“Enough to push me down right now and have your way with me?”

“We promised.”

“Not that much then. Oh well.”

I aimed a playful smack at her ass which she let land and stay
there for a bit.

“Hey, you’ve got school tomorrow. I sure hope you did your
homework.” I said, changing the subject.

“Do I have to? We’re not poor and I know you’ll take care
of me and the children.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t want them to be smarter than their mom,
would you? Besides, I like an intelligent woman. Makes for better
conversations. No dropping out in sixth grade. If you’re a good
girl, you might even find a surprise under your desk. Now
scoot!”

She reluctantly sulked off to her homework area. Preteens, I tell
ya.

***
Boy, the way my brother describes sex would put an insomniac
down. No emotion. No zing, no sparkle. I’m going to tell this
next bit so he doesn’t mess it up.

September 11, 2004 My 12th birthday. Mickey had promised me a
special present. School could’t get out fast enough! I’m in
7th grade now, junior high. Was a slow day. So slow that not even
the same insipid gossip could keep me awake in math class and I
don’t usually sleep in class. I dreamed that I got home and
Mickey pushed me up against a wall and kissed me. He ripped every
stitch of clothing off my body, hauled me to our bedroom and
pushed me down on it. I yelped as he ravished my virginity, over
and over and over again. His semen was dripping onto my thighs as
he forced his bloody dick down my throat to clean up with my
throat pussy.

I came back to the real world harshly when the bell rang to end
class. My cheek was wet from where I’d drooled on the desk and
dragged my face across it. My panties were soaked but it wasn’t
with my brother’s leavings like my dream. I went to the
all-girls sister school of my brother’s alma mater. The nun,
Ms. Peterson, gave me a disapproving look as I left. Must have
had a wet dream. Probably thought I was possessed or something,
crazy old bat.

I made it a point to avoid my friends on the way home. I must
have done some rather lewd and embarrassing things in class.
Didn’t think they’d have forgotten it yet. With any luck
there wouldn’t have been a phone call to Mickey.

The house was quiet when I walked in the door. “Mickey?”

“Surprise!” Only Mickey’s voice but I jumped nearly out of
my uniform. My shocked paralysis gave him all the time he needed
to take my uniform’s tie off and tie my hands behind my back.
So fast! Damn, he must have been practicing that behind my back,
pun intended.

“I got a call from your math teacher today. She said you were
being lewd and blasphemous in your class. I should probably spank
you or something.”

“Yeah, I was dreaming about you though. You can’t be mad at
me for that.”

“Not mad. But I just can’t wait another year to be inside
you. But I don’t want to break faith with Miki. So that is a
pretty pickle.”

We were in our bedroom by then. There were birthday presents and
decorations. Roses, candies. Music. I found myself face-down,
ass-up on the bed before I knew it, my skirt ridden up exposing
that I’d ditched my underwear at the school because of their
sopping wetness. I was presenting him with my own presents if he
wanted to open them.

“Stick it in my ass, please! I’ll still be a virgin so you
won’t have lied to Miki and I’m not sure either of us can
wait another year without some penetration.”

“My thoughts exactly.” His hands were suddenly all over my
butt, caressing it, massaging it, giving it a smack occasionally.
I felt vulnerable and I loved it. There was just so much possible
if he lost control. I was his plaything tonight, his present, and
I could think of no better birthday gift.

He didn’t speak as he massaged my butt and my back with
fragrant oils to relax me as much as possible before he sodomized
me. I can still remember the way his hands gripped at my back,
strong and warm. He took great pleasure in removing my uniform
skirt. The whole uniform, to be fair. I’d finally grown
breasts. They were disappointments that I hoped grew more womanly
with time. Right now they were more like our mother’s than I
liked. At least I was like her in the ass department.

With my hands behind my back and my butt up in the air like a
stink bug, nothing stood in the way of the tube of lubricant
Mickey was now trying to fill my colon with. Once he was
satisfied my insides were as slick as any pussy can be, he worked
his thumb inside me. I was glad I’d taken a shit before leaving
school, believe you me. Oh, and that he kept his fingernails
trimmed short.

“Hurry up and fuck me, you pussy.” I said, trying to spur him
on. It was the only thing I could do in my position. “I know
you want to.”

His only answer was to stretch my sphincter with another finger.
I felt a bit weird and uncomfortable at first but I adjusted to
it after a while and after I relaxed a bit.

I wondered if Miki hadn’t taught my brother about anal just for
this eventuality. Yes, I knew about all the times my two
“parents” made love, thanks to my brother’s lax computer
security. I knew that the first time wasn’t the last time
either so it must have been somewhat of an “organic”
experience.

My brother snapped me out of my reverie by saying, “You know, I
never did our mother like this. Kind of feel cheated, though
without Miki, I doubt it would’ve been too pleasant for her.
You inherited her shapely butt and it’s my favorite thing about
volleyball games. Just try not to get mad if I call out her name
when I mount you as my bitch.”

“You’re really clueless sometimes, aren’t you? Sure, some
girls would get mad about such things. I’m not those girls. You
can call out any girl’s name you want as long as it’s me
you’re fucking. Just do me already! Geez!”

He pulled his fingers out of me with a “pop”. I heard the
water running as he washed his hands of me. At least he was
hygienic. I heard the rustle of his pants as they slid to the
floor, felt his hot breath against my neck as he told me
(unnecessarily) that he loved me. Of course he did. He loved
Miki, mommy, Yuki/Yuuki. He had too much love for just one
person.

Mickey clutched my round buttocks then, kneeling behind me and
pulling me inexorably onto his hard shaft as far as he could go.
I felt so full. He had enough lube in me that the only thing
separating anal sex from vaginal sex was that fleshy membrane
between the two. My brother rode high, stabbing into some
heretofore untouched pleasure center in the interior of my pussy.
And then, he reached around and found my clitoris.

You might think that all clitoral stimulation is the same but
you’d be wrong. Sure, it was pleasurable when I was 5.
Impressive, really, when you realize it was a smaller target back
then. No, there was purpose and feeling behind his fingers above
and beyond coincidence. That made all the difference between
being conscious and fighting to contain my feelings and letting
those same feelings be known.

I apologize for not remembering the next few hours. Between his
pile-driving into my ass and slamming against my G-spot and my
brother’s manual stimulation of my sensitive little nub, I was
in a practically comatose state from all the orgasming I did.
According to my brother, he truly envied girls their multiple
orgasms. I’m told I was pretty vocal during the whole ordeal.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a wet spot similar to
the one on my desk in math and my sweet brother/sodomy partner
was cleaning us both up.

***
And I thought I was long-winded! You really don’t have to
explain every bit of sex. It’s easy enough to figure out most
of it. Why do you think porn is so short on story? But I digress.

Let’s just fast forward a year. Just assume that Rachel and I
were far from celibate and were enjoying having the run of the
house. This isn’t to say we neglected Miki or our other
relatives. They were still a part of it, just that the two of us
focused a lot more on a sexual relationship. Getting acquainted
with each other. The butthole is still an out hole, as
pleasurable as you might make it. As such, I set limits. She was
still my little sister.

Rachel had a rather young teacher for her 8th grade class. My age
really. Sister Rosa was her name. She insisted on having the
parent teacher conferences at the start of school and in the
students’ homes. I suppose she wanted to get a feel for how her
students’ home lives were and meet in a non-threatening
environment. She was Latina, slim and cute though if her genetics
were any indication, she was hiding a lot under her habit. Such a
shame to waste her life in celibacy! At any rate, she told us
that the 8th grade dance was in a couple weeks, just as a
heads-up. Already starting the year off with a bang!

Rosa seemed to have a bit of a thing for me. She visited more
than would seem professional. I wondered at first if she was this
friendly with all the parents but she didn’t strike me as the
type. This was confirmed when she told me what she had heard
around the convent. Apparently the rumor was that the Mother
Superior had a thing for fucking the new girls with a strap-on
dildo. Others said that the priests or bishops liked to have
their way with them as if they were whores. At any rate, she
hoped maybe I’d be willing to do the honors of deflowering her
before the rumors came true.

September 1, a few days before the dance, Rosa came over. Today
was the day she planned to offer herself to me. I offered her
lemonade at the door and we kind of sat around enjoying it.
Summer might be over but tell that to the weather.

“Rosa, before we do something that can’t be reversed, why
exactly are you picking me of all people?”

“You want an honest answer?”

“I would hope so.”

“The short answer is because you don’t want to have sex with
me. You’re not pressuring me like boyfriends I had before I
joined the convent. Don’t look so shocked! None of us are born
nuns. Eventually I stopped lying when I would make the excuse of
joining a convent to stop guys hitting on me. Their usual
response was to try and get in my pants so I’d see what I was
going to miss. The chance to get pregnant or catch an STD, I
suppose. When you try and stifle a natural urge to attempt
procreation and you throw somebody into a group of people of the
same sex, you’ll find a lot of them end up in relations the
Catholic church doesn’t approve of.”

“You’ve really thought about this a lot.”

“Oh, and I know how difficult it must be, taking care of your
little sister, being responsible and protecting her. I like a
dependable man.”

“I should warn you, I’ll probably try anal sex first,
preserve your virginity in case you change your mind. The only
problem is, you’ll probably become addicted to sex and you
probably won’t be able to change your mind. Are you okay with
that?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t have even asked if I wasn’t serious.
I’ll do whatever you think best. Just try and remember it’s
my first time.”

I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I didn’t figure
Rachel would be there. She was probably glued to the screen,
watching the scene unfold before her eyes. The things I’d do to
her teacher would only turn her on experiencing them from an
outsider perspective.

“Rosa…”

“Don’t be a wuss!” She said, closing the door and kissing
me softly at first, working herself up to pressing her lips
against mine and stopping up my word hole. Raising my hands to
try and slow her down a bit only served to fire her up more as
I’d inadvertently cupped both her breasts through her habit
with my hands. How I wanted to hold her naked body against me
now!

To further that end, I pulled the young teacher close, bent her
over kissing her and slid my free hand up her leg. She was
already like an oven between her legs though not terribly wet
just yet. I then decided that old habits might die hard, but this
one had to go as I pulled it over her head. She was topless
underneath, her breasts larger than Miki’s, dark, jiggly and
delicious to behold.

“This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to
clusters of grapes. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will
take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as
clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples.”

“Did you just quote Song of Solomon?”

“Chapter 7 verses 7 and 8. Very good, you’re familiar with
it. It was the boys’ favorite book in the whole Bible because
it’s pretty erotic. Now you’ll probably say it’s
metaphorical but we’ll have to agree to disagree there.” I
pushed the nun backwards onto the bed, hesitating briefly to
watch her breasts jiggle from the impact before diving into them
and burying my face between them. She smelled so good, like rose
petals. I know, cliche. Taking her name far too literally. But
roses are a flower associated with romance, devotion, love. I
might not have been able to say that I loved Rosa at that point
but I knew I loved her tits.

When I deemed her ready, I flipped her over, those lovely mounds
smashed beneath her until she relieved the pressure on them by
arching her back. It was all I could do to resist that sexy pose
and not suddenly and brutally deflower her fine ass. I’d treat
her as good as the lady of the house. While she was on my bed,
temporary lady of the house status applied in my book. Instead of
surprise butt sex, Sister Rosa was treated to a sensual massage
just as I’d given sister Rachel before I’d deflowered her
tight pucker. She was out of it before I eased my raging hard-on
into her tight poop chute. She’d remain out of it for a while
given that I was using the same techniques I’d been taught by
Miki those years ago. In and out, in and out trying not to think
about how good Rosa felt wrapped around me, trying not to be
turned on by the fact I was making her drool at both ends, not to
think about popping her other cherry or her breasts or
how…how…oh God!…can’t hold on…any longer! I erupted
inside her bowels, trying hard to fill it to the point of
overflowing like in all the hentai videos I’d seen in Japan.
Sadly it’s just not possible but I gave it my all. I pulled out
of Rosa and headed for the shower to clean up.

5 minutes later, when I was about to shut the shower off, Rosa
came and joined me. She pressed against me and kissed me in a
very adult thank-you.

“You’re welcome,” I said as she set about cleaning herself
up.

“I’m going to visit you tomorrow for sure. After that, I
almost feel like I owe you that much.”

“I told you, didn’t I?”

“I’m not the first girl you’ve sodomized, had anal sex
with, am I?”

“No, the previous lady of the house taught me everything I
know.”

“Lady of the house?”

I launched into an explanation of the lady of the house and her
mate, the biblical precedent of Lot and his two daughters, that
the genealogy of Jesus had included them in it, along with some
other “unsavory” couples and couplings.

“So then, I’m not the first sister you’ve done that with
either?”

“Just the first Catholic one.”

“You do realize I could report you, should report you, for
it?”

“Of course, but in the interest of reciprocating your honesty,
I was honest in return. Boy is your body honest when your
mind’s not fighting it! And I don’t think you’ll turn me
in. You might have to lose your virginity to some less savory
partner.”

“No, I won’t turn you in. You’re right. Besides, as you
explained it, the master and mistress of the house come to an
agreement on whether or not they want to have sex or children at
all. And if you two are consenting, I won’t stand in the way of
that. Besides, if she gets to have that much fun in the sack with
you, she’s really a lucky girl. I’m almost kind of
jealous.”

I turned off the shower head and we both toweled off and got
dressed. She’d be missed if she stayed out too long and I hoped
she wouldn’t be grilled too much about her whereabouts and who
and what she’d been doing.

She left me standing there at the doorway, her lingering kiss on
my lips. Sis came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.

“Looked like you two had fun. She’s got a pretty nice body.
And now she’s addicted to you. I bet there’ll be blood on
your cock tomorrow. There’s no way she’ll report you. On the
other hand, even if she doesn’t want you behind bars because
she wants you, I guess that makes you her booty call. She could
blackmail you for life. Looks like your harem’s off to a
rocking start.”

I had no answer to that. She hopped onto my back as I retired to
the bedroom. Lowering my head suddenly sent Rachel flying over my
shoulders to land flat on her back and sent waves through the
bed’s surface. Her skirt didn’t quite make it down with her.
Blue panties today. She pulled them aside and said, “you
serviced her, now service me. It’s your fault I’m so
aroused.”

“Yes mistress,” I said with a bow that brought my face
against her bald, wet pussy. I couldn’t say that I had ever
been so close to it since she was 5 and we’d been in the dark
when I ate her out. Her outer lips were still fat enough I
couldn’t see the inner ones. Her smell was so much more womanly
and her taste, while still of the bath and pee and the like, her
taste was now of arousal. When my tongue met her “mouth” now,
she moaned openly. When she pulled my tongue into her, wrapped
her legs around me and called out my name as her jizz covered my
face and she told me over and over how much she loved me, I was
the happiest big brother in the whole wide world.

September 2nd. Rosa’s big day. She rang the doorbell around 6.
Rachel and I had lit candles and we’d strewn the bed with rose
petals. Rosa took one look and started crying. Rachel had already
retired to the computer to watch and masturbate so it was just
the two of us now. I drew the sister into my embrace and asked if
she was okay.

“I’m not crying because I’m sad or because I’m about to
sin.” She crossed herself. “We are all sinners. But even if
you don’t love me, all your work makes me feel so special.
It’s beautiful. I don’t deserve it.”

“It’s just like salvation or grace. Even if we don’t
deserve it, even if we refuse to accept the gift, it’s still on
the table. I’m not doing this to make you feel I deserve to pop
your cherry, or more so. You’ve made that choice. I’m just
rewarding it because you are special.” I’m sure somewhere
behind the camera Rachel was laughing at how cheesy and romantic
I was making it all sound. Oh well. Her time would come.

Still, it was nice that the woman I’d done all the work for
appreciated the artistic touch. Hugging her even tighter against
me (those breasts!), I lifted her face to mine and kissed her
like a lover. Barely brushing against her lips at first. Our
growing passions pressed us against each other now, her tongue
and mine now forgetting which mouth they belonged in. That habit
had to go! It was hiding two great artworks and that just
wouldn’t do. She aided me in baring her body like the day she
was born. Well, not quite. I could think of at least two reasons
she was better.

I kissed each of her breasts in turn, kissing in ever-tightening
circles until I reached the peak of each mound of flesh. I saved
each of her nipples to devour last. They were my dessert tonight.
The first of my just desserts. I suckled at each of them like a
baby. I knew what a man’s tongue was for. I knew the
sensitivity of a woman’s areolae now. I knew so much more about
a woman than when I’d passed from one and yet had much to
learn.

She pressed me between them, into the pleasant valley that all
the men she’d known would have dreamt of visiting. A cold piece
of metal pressed against my face. Of course she was wearing a
crucifix. I didn’t bother asking why. I couldn’t without
ruining the pleasure I was now blessed to receive and who cared?
If anything, it made her seem more forbidden and sexy. All good
things must come to an end though as I pulled my face from out of
heaven and raised it to hers. Miki had said a girl’s first time
was special but like any sex, communication and making sure she
was relaxed and comfortable was the most important thing. You
can’t have too much foreplay with a virgin.

At first I kissed and bit a half circle around the base of her
voluptuous left breast, starting at the top middle and working my
way clockwise to the bottom middle. Then I started on the same
side from the top middle again, down until her right nipple
popped into my mouth briefly, suckled it, and kissed down, across
her belly and worked my way back up her left breast. Again I
started with the right side but from the base this time, licking
lightly up across the nipple, down diagonally through her rosy
cleavage and back up the other side. She shivered a bit. Probably
tickled. Finally, I started on the right side yet again, the
upper region of her ample bosom, across the top of them and then
down through her “happy valley”, motor boating the whole way.

“Now, I’m not going to eat you out until you tell me what I
just spelled.”

“No way, I never say that word, it’s bad.”

I said nothing, just ran one finger across the junction of her
sex and her thigh.

“I won’t say it!”

I spread two fingers into a “V” and now did the same motion
on both sides of her leaking, lusting love canal.

“MMM, no! I won’t say it!”

“You leave me no choice, sister. I’m going to have to use 3
fingers.”

I took my index, middle and ring fingers and caressed the poor,
trembling nun. One on the left side, one on the right side, and
one down the middle of her soft pussy lips as deep as I could go
without punching through. She was getting so wet, just the way I
wanted her to be. Now if only she’d just say the words.

“Cunt!” Rosa said so suddenly I thought she had Tourette’s
Syndrome. “Mickey, I beg you, please my cunt…”

“Good girl! See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

I began to massage her clitoris, kiss her and her clitoris. I
made a meal of her pussy as I had with the women before her. I
told her how much she meant to me (and she did), how much this
meant to me (and it did) and how fortunate I was to have her as
my sister’s sexy teacher (and I really meant that). By now her
panties were a foregone conclusion as she stepped out of them.
These were really going to need a quick wash before she returned
to the convent. I could smell sister all over them and my sense
of smell wasn’t as keen as a woman’s.

“Why would God give humans the ability to enjoy sex and then
say not to?” she candidly asked me when she’d some back down
to earth and caught her breath.

“I don’t know. Maybe the same reason there was a tree that
Adam and Eve weren’t supposed to touch. Just seems like setting
a person up to fail, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she breathed into my ear as my fingers played a
symphony with her sinful slit. “Yes, yes, oh God, yes!” She
crossed herself for the blasphemy. “Can I scream your name
instead? Will save a lot of this.” Her fingers made the sign of
the cross. First across her nipples, then between her cleavage.

“Of course. do you remember it?”

“For now.”

I laid her down on the bed, across the white square of cloth
meant to dab at innocence lost. She spread her hairy box for me,
inadvertently giving the cameras my sister was watching the
perfect “Before” shot of her innocent cunt.

“Rosa, even now you can say no. I’ll give you that option.”
I said as I dropped my trousers and revealed my swollen sex.
“Tit’s not too late. It’s not too late. Sorry, damn
Freudian nips. Slips!”

She laughed. “At least I’ve got one fan. Go ahead, I already
decided. I’m not going to be dissuaded just because it
doesn’t seem like it could fit. Oh, and no condom. I’m still
Catholic. It should be okay.”

I leaned over her and her legs entrapped me as I kissed her once
more and pressed against her hymen more and more insistently.

“Ow, ow, ow, oooowwwww!” She said with a tear in her voice as
I finally broke through the barrier keeping her a girl. Her
vaginal muscles clenched tight and I could get no more inside her
without hurting her. It wasn’t unexpected but boy was she
strong.

“It can only get better from here. The hard part is done.
Tonight’s all about you so you’re in charge of the pace.”

“Can we just stay like this for a while?”

I nodded, her right nipple clasped between my lips just as she
was holding me hostage with her legs. Miki had told me to just
keep the girl relaxed, both before and after her hymen burst. A
girl might dry up right after and it would be unpleasant to keep
plowing into her anyway. I should get her back to the state she
used to be in, even if that meant kissing and caressing Rosa
longer. Sex wasn’t about what you saw in porn. The stuff
off-screen, unseen, that was what allowed them to carry on the
way they did.

I rolled to the side, she turning with me and releasing me from
her grip. I dabbed gingerly at the blood coming from the hole
I’d made in Rosa. It seemed like so much. Maybe it was. She was
the first virgin I’d encountered though she wouldn’t be the
last. My sister would make sure of that. Rosa didn’t raise any
fuss at taking a step back to regroup. She wasn’t a shy virgin
girl anymore. Her mouth and mine resumed their friendship as
naturally as if they’d known each other since childhood. When I
played with her lovely tits, I’d find myself with a handful of
mature mammaries pressed into the palms of my hands. And no
longer did it take much playtime to get her nether regions as hot
and wet as that nether region known as Louisiana.

“Mickey?”

“Yes, Rosa?”

“Make love to me.”

“Your wish is my command, sister.” And once again I found
myself atop the nun, inside the nun and caressing the interior of
her love canal with my penis. I went slowly not wanting to hurt
her further though in reality I couldn’t get enough of her
breasts against my chest. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t
dislike my mother or my sister for not having a large chest. I
could still take pleasure in pleasing them. Every once in a while
though, it was nice to be with a woman whose breasts truly
jiggled when she was fucked or swung beneath her when you took
her from behind.

“Rosa…I wish this night never had to end. You can’t visit
me soon enough.”

“Mickey…I can still call you Mickey, right? Don’t think
I’m saying this because you’re my first and only, but I think
I love you. I’ll be back when it’s safe and I won’t get
pregnant you can count on that. You haven’t finished yet?”

“I’m about to. You’ve drained my resolve to hold on.
Rosa…I’m gonna…cum inside you now.” I said as I erupted
inside of her, a pyroclastic flow of semen flooding her baby
chute as my hips jerked spasmodically and her freshly deflowered
pussy took it all in.

“It’s so…hot. So much of it is inside me, it’s leaking
out.” I grabbed the bloodied cloth and helped her mop up the
visible mess.

“Rosa, I know it probably feels icky and you want to squeeze
all of my semen out now, but if you wait about half an hour, you
get this pleasant, euphoric sensation. Don’t ask me why. It’s
just what Miki, the mother of my children described it as. Maybe
it’s just the pleasant afterglow of good sex. If we’re to
continue having unprotected sex, it’s just something you should
probably know. I know you should probably get back soon. Would
you like me to wash your clothes first?”

“No, that’s alright. If anyone asks why I smell funny and was
so late, I’ll just say that I was accosted by a group of men
and gang-raped. Seems like a plausible story, though it would be
a terrible lie. I’m always telling the kids to be honest. It
would be hypocritical of me to spread false tales.”

“Yeah, you could tell them you were exercising. That’s only
half a lie. Those muscles inside you sure got a workout. So did
your lungs.” I helped Sister Rosa find all her clothes and
escorted her to the door. “Just a second.” I went to the
table and grabbed 2 long-stemmed roses. One red and one white. I
didn’t know if they had any significance but they seemed
appropriate. I also stopped and found a dildo which had been
modeled after my erect penis. It was in a discreet package and I
hoped she wouldn’t be searched on her return. I then returned
to the door where she stood expectantly and presented the gifts
to her.

“I have a video of your first time if you ever feel like
watching it when you’re here. And you have a piece of me for
any times you want me and can’t have me. I have just one last
thing to give you before you go, to remember me by.” I kissed
her goodnight with as much fire and passion as I could. Rachel
had no cameras out here. It was just the two of us. Two sinners
in each other’s lusting company. She turned around, slid her
habit over her head and said, “let’s sell that rape story,
hmm? I can’t go home with just one painful go” until by the
time we were done with each other on the front doorstep, she was
going to be limping.

I was still cradling Sister Rosa’s breasts in my hands–I’d
been protecting them from pounding against the side of the house
as I pounded her–when she stood upright. “I didn’t want to
say it during sex and cheapen things. I’m not being flippant. I
love you too, sister. In time I hope you will understand my love
and accept it. It’s a bit different from the way you’ve been
taught to think love is.”

A yellow cab brought the conversation and the evening to a close.
Fortunately the good sister had put her clothes back on during my
ramblings. I opened the door for her, handed the cabbie $100 to
pay for the distance he’d had to come and for it being so late
at night and waved goodbye to the fading red lights of the yellow
cab. I smiled as I walked back in the house. This wasn’t the
last I would see of her now that she had sampled the forbidden
fruit of the mortal sin Lust.

The only thing left to do was bandage the backs of my hands.
Looked worse than I thought at first. At least I’d protected
“my sister” and her lovely fun bags. I crawled into bed, my
hands gravitating to my real sister’s smaller chest and I
thought she was asleep until a small voice destroyed that notion.

“Mickey, why didn’t you make Miss Rosa, I mean Sister Rosa,
stay? You just deflowered her for pity’s sake. I wouldn’t
have minded. I don’t love you less for having sex with other
women. It’s just what men do and my birthday’s not for a week
yet. Besides, if you were wanting to sell the whole gang-rape
story, a few hours with a girl as fine as her wouldn’t be
enough for a bunch of horny men to get their fill. I’m just
saying’.”

“You’d be okay with me having a harem then?”

“Ha, you with a harem! What is it with guys and harems? Though
if Rosa loves you, I think you at least owe her a baby. Miki told
me when she was pregnant with Yuuki/Yuki that one of the greatest
things a woman can do for a man she loves is have his children.
She was so happy being pregnant, radiantly, joyously,
ecstatically happy. So if it turns out that you end up with a
harem somehow, I won’t mind at all. Just promise that I’ll be
a part of it.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can hardly wait until
you’re 18 and I get to knock you up. I’ve been fantasizing
about you carrying my child for a while now. And I’m sure
we’re both counting the days until your lower lips can swallow
my cock the same way your upper lips learned to do. If you want
multiple men or women, I wouldn’t mind. Seems only fair.”

“You’re the only dick I want to lie in bed with. I might try
bisexuality though. Our mother and aunt were bi. Maybe I’ll be
too.”

“Saves me getting jealous. That you’re not jealous is very
loving of you. I don’t deserve a sister this awesome.”

“Thanks but if anybody deserves me it’s definitely you.”

“I enjoy our pillow talks but I’m tired. I might have turned
your innocent teacher into a raging nymphomaniac. I love you,
sis. Good night.”

“I love you too, big brother. Sweet dreams.”

September 9. The night of the 8th grade dance/social. Rachel had
invited me as her date. Whether it was because we were the heads
of our household and we could count this as a date night or she
wanted to show me off to her friends, I was okay with it. She’d
insisted on going to dance classes for the past few weeks and I
was happy to see it paying off. The music wasn’t quite as loud
as the dance club; we could still communicate without sign
language. The dresses weren’t as short as I would have liked,
at my age or at the age of the boys dancing with my sister’s
classmates. When a break in the DJ’s set came, the boys
gathered around the punch bowl to get their dates a drink but
I’m sure they were just as happy for a break as the girls
clustered around Rachel were. I noticed the girls sneaking
furtive glances between my sister and I while I waited in line.
With any luck, she would tell me when I drew her and her
form-fitting black dress close for the slow dance.

I walked over to the giggling gaggle of girls and handed my
sister her glass of punch. It was red as blood. She winked at me
over the glass, innuendo being something she’d mastered without
even trying. Some of her classmates got it and went almost as red
as the punch. The music began to play again and Rachel gulped the
last of her punch down and pulled me out onto the dance floor. We
danced energetically until the music slowed, the lights went down
and my partner was pressed up against me, whispering in my ear.

“I bet you want to know what all that talking and looking your
direction was all about. They were admiring your handsome tux and
your handsome, well all of you. I told them you were the one I
was going to lose my virginity to in a couple days and that
you’re my brother. I also told them we’re having a pool party
on the 16th and they are all invited. I’m sure they’ll all be
there dying to see you in a swimsuit.”

“Have I told you how amazing you are and that I love you?”

“All the time but it’s not like I’m starting a harem for
you.”

I bowed my head and kissed her. Not on the forehead. Not on the
cheek. Not on the ass. Full on the lips. Only the girls there and
Sister Rosa knew my date and I were related. Besides, they were
too busy locking lips with their dates to pay much attention to
us. We kissed most of the length of the song until the music
picked up the pace for the final numbers and the evening came to
a close. Less than 48 hours and sis would truly be mine.
***

I love Mickey, always have and always will but this part of the
story, in my humble opinion, is about me. It should be told by
me. Naturally the date is September 11, my 13th birthday and 2
days after the school dance. It had been 8 years, give or take,
since we had first attempted to have sex. We both had been
waiting for today. I couldn’t trade my virginity with him;
he’d already given it to our mother, snuck it on her really.
Even had he not done so, there would’ve surely been other
girls. He’s pretty handsome and I’m pretty lucky, especially
since the former mistress of our house, Aunt Miki, had abdicated
her rightful place to me. Her excuse of work was pretty flimsy.
She loved my brother. She loved the two children he had fathered
with her. But she also loved me, knew me and knew I too loved
Mickey. They still conversed often as mothers and fathers do and
I didn’t hate it even though I was the mistress of this house
now. Tonight Mickey would finally be mine, I would finally be his
and our relationship would at last be consummated.

School dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. My classmates
all knew I wouldn’t be a virgin for long. They told me they
wanted all the juicy details of my night with my hot brother.
They were all so jealous that the fact that he was my brother
didn’t seem to register. I could use that for my speech on the
16th. It was my best friend Dakota’s birthday, hence the pool
party. I’d promised that after I’d had Mickey, he could take
her virginity if her brother Adam hadn’t done so yet.
Technically, her big sister Cheyenne was the lady of the house,
but Dakota had wanted to have her brother inside her for a while
too. He had 5 days. I planned to let Mickey have his way with her
at the sleepover on her birthday. My birthday present to her.

When I finally got home after an eternity at school, the house
was eerily quiet. You know that feeling you get, that something
isn’t right or something is going to happen. That’s how it
felt. Maybe my dear brother had a surprise birthday party
planned. I honestly hoped not. Today was just about me. And him.

“Mickey? Hello?”

A hand, unseen, came from the shadows and clamped down over my
mouth. Another had grabbed my right wrist and pulled it painfully
up my backbone. In my attempts to get away from the pain, I
walked exactly where he wanted me to go. The bedroom, it turned
out, had been transformed into a poor rendition of a dungeon.
Whips, chains, a pair of handcuffs attached to the headboard,
drawn black shades. I was thrown roughly onto the bed, my hands
forced into the waiting bonds.

My captor wore a mask so I couldn’t see his face. I’m sure
some rapists like their victims to burn their face into memory.
This one apparently would rather not give a sketch artist
something to work off of. Drawing a knife my panties soon became
a thing of the past as not only were they cut off of me but cut
further still. Presumably the threat of a knee to the jaw
deterred pulling them off me like a normal person would. I
couldn’t escape though so I might win the battle but I would
still lose the war. It was sinking in now. I was about to be
raped.

The man lashed a whip to each of my ankles and my legs were
inexorably drawn apart. He must have tied them together and run
them through the crawl space under the bed. Pretty clever, I had
to admit. He next took out a camera and began snapping pictures
galore, especially of my defenseless innocent pussy. He even had
taped my outer lips open as wide as he could and had taken many
pictures of that. Through it all, not one word was uttered. To
make matters worse, apparently I was still not exposed enough as
he ripped my uniform open and buttons flew everywhere. One swipe
of the knife right between my small breasts severed the link
between the cups of my bra as he batted the fabric aside
impatiently. He pawed at my breasts, alternating between
squeezing them roughly and biting and suckling my tender nipples.
Mickey, save me!

He must have gotten tired of my breasts pretty quickly as he drew
his face level with my virgin slit. I guess I really didn’t
have much for him to play with. His breath was hot as it washed
over my naughtiest of naughty places. His tongue reached out,
sliding into and up and down my virgin hole. I stifled a moan. It
wouldn’t do to let him know I liked this. He wasn’t bad with
his tongue but I’d had practice burying how good things felt.
It was almost as if I could sever the link between my pussy and
my brain at will. Almost…Mickey, please forgive me…Oh God! He
was good. He was at least as good as Mickey at cunnilingus. Maybe
he was a nice guy. Maybe he wanted to make raping me a little
less unpleasant. Or maybe he knew that if a girl came, many of
them wouldn’t tell out of shame they’d enjoyed it. It’s not
rape if she enjoys it, right?

He loosened his jeans and they fell to his ankles as he got on
all fours, his face inches from my own. His dick wasn’t any
bigger than Mickey’s as it grazed my left leg and left a trail
of his precum behind. This was it. Please…Mickey…save me.
I’m your dear little sister. I’m yours. We’ve waited so
loooo….owwwwwww! The radio had been playing for a while now to
drown me out. As my cherry popped, the sounds of Nirvana’s
“Rape Me” filled my ears. Tears sprang to my eyes, though not
because of the pain. There would be more of that as I was
clenching tightly, futilely attempting to stop him from going any
farther inside me. Mickey hadn’t come. I was ruined for him.
Our day was ruined. If it had been Mickey, I wouldn’t have been
able to stop cumming. I’d wanted him to rape me since I was 5
and 8 years later, another man was on top of me, thrusting into
me as I lay helplessly under him. With my pussy clenched tightly
around him, he didn’t last very long as I felt his cock swell
and spasm inside of me. Hot semen erupted against my cervix and
at least one thought comforted me. He could force himself on me
but not force me to bear his children.

The second time he ravaged me, I didn’t make even the attempts
at resistance I’d made before. With his juices to lubricate his
thrusts, it wouldn’t have done any good. Besides, I just wanted
him to be done. I wanted him to be out of me, out of the house,
out of my life. Even though it felt better, even good now, I bit
my lip and hid that from him. He was getting enough satisfaction
from me. Again he swelled and unleashed his invaders against my
cervix. Again he lay on top of me as he recovered for another
round of bedroom golf. Again he was thrusting into me. Again, but
this time he pulled out, aimed at my face and breasts and
unleashed his hot cum across them both and I barely had time to
close my eyes before my eyelids got covered in his slime. As if
nothing had happened, he tossed the key nonchalantly on the bed,
pulled up his pants, took one last picture of my ravished,
bleeding and creamy pussy and walked out the door.

I couldn’t stop the tears anymore. I felt used, disgusting,
repulsive. Mickey would find me, I hoped, find me before anyone
else did. He would take the sight of me in at a glance, clean me
up, help me through it. He would be disappointed of course.
He’d been wanting to fuck me, he said so. Now I was worthless,
my present to him, his present to me, ruined. Will you still love
me, Mickey? I couldn’t bear it if you didn’t. I don’t want
you to find me like this.

The door opened. Please be Mickey. Please don’t hate me.
Please! I was crying again. A cloth pressed against my crotch.
I’d squeezed a lot of the man’s semen out of me. I felt it
running toward my ass and onto the bed. A towel was washing the
spunk from my eyes and breasts but I was still too afraid to open
them. It could only be my brother who would clean me up without a
word but more than the pain of my hymen’s demise, the look on
his face could have hurt me more.

“Mickey?” I said tentatively, daring to hope.

“Yes?” said he, his voice giving nothing away.

“Aren’t you going to say something?”

“Since you’re already tied up, I really want to fuck you
again. But I’m too tired.” he said, freeing me of my
shackles.

“Again? Fuck me again? Mickey, you asshole! I don’t care if
you want to rape me just don’t hide your face from me ever
again. I thought some other guy was on top of me. I wouldn’t
care if you raped me like you did mom, yes technically you did,
don’t care if I can’t see your face clearly. I wouldn’t
have seen it when I was 5 since it was dark. But I would’ve
been okay because I knew it was you, even if I couldn’t see.
Rape me properly next time!”

“I’m sorry. I wanted to make it as authentic as possible but
I didn’t factor a few things in. Do you really think that I
would let some other guy rape my sweet, innocent little sister?
Not on your life! I won’t do that again.”

“I guess that means you don’t hate me. I…I…just
couldn’t. I couldn’t stand it if you hated me.” I would
have said more. More pitiful things but Mickey pulled me into his
lap, pulled my face against his and kissed me in a way that would
make any maid forget her own name, make her wet between the
legs and make her do anything.

“Hate you? Never! I’ll hate you when you stop being related
to me. Your lip is bleeding.” He dabbed at my lip where I’d
bitten it to keep from screaming as he ravished me. “You’ve
really gotta stop holding it in when you cum. It’s not good for
you. I love watching it, feeling it. At least you’re honest
down there. You can’t hide it anymore like when you were 5.
You’re not a virgin anymore and you’ve got the wettest,
lewdest, tightest and most honest cunt a brother could ask for.
I’ll rape you properly and no more holding back, that’s an
order.”

“Yes, master. Aww, you’re so sweet when you talk dirty to me.
I still love you, don’t worry.” I kissed him and crawled into
bed, waiting for him to join me. He took the cloth that was the
last reminder of my virginity, wrote the date on it and laid it
beside Sister Rosa’s blood bib. Only the second in what might
make a whole quilt when he was done. He smiled lasciviously at me
and joined me in bed for I knew not what. Finally, we were truly
the man and woman in this house. Finally this chapter is complete
but like any book you can’t put down, I eagerly awaited the
next chapter as Green Day’s “Waiting” played me to sleep
beside my (finally) lover.