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  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 18

    I'm in my senior year of high school, again.
    I had to repeat because of emotional problems I had at home.
    You might choose to not believe this but I had to write this down as a way to start working though things.

    The short story is this. I was already flunking Calc before my little brother had sex with me.
    Afterwards, I felt so guilty that I couldn't be in the same room, house or school without thinking about what happened.

    My little brother is actually half. My step dad came into my life when I was only five.
    He and my mom moved away from the rest of my mom's family. I still see my grandparents a bunch, but not as much as I used to.

    As far as siblings, we never really got along. He was dad's favorite (for obvious reasons) and I always got blamed for everything that little ass would break or lose. At school he would get his friends to tease me and call me names. It seem to me that I was expected to do well in school, but if he passed with a "D", everything was good.

    Well back to last year - I was doing alright with all my classes except for Calculus. I was sitting at a D or D-.
    I could bring it up to a C+ if I got an A on the mid-term so I had to try. I was told by my step that if I didn't pick up my grade, I'd be grounded for the semester or until my grades came back up. No prom.

    Two weeks before the test, I signed up for tutoring, but I was so frustrated that I cried and stopped going. I studied for three hours a night but I still couldn't really get it. I even bought some Vivarin at the drug store and was staying up until the sun came up. Of course I started falling asleep during class or after school.
    I started taking them earlier in the day and then I got some ZzzQuil to fall asleep around three.

    It was starting to work but I guess my tolerance for the sleeping pills climbed, cause I had trouble falling asleep.
    I think it was a Thursday (I started losing track of the days) and I was in my room and was staring at my ceiling with the lights off. I had been studying for like four hours on just Calc! I was stressed out and had dried tears on my face and hair. I had to get some rest so I went to the kitchen to see if I could find something in the medicine cabinet. Bingo! I found a prescription bottle of "Xanax". My mom called them her magic pills. She took them to calm herself and get her "beauty sleep". As the pill started dissolving on my tongue, I washed the rest down with a sip of water. It wasn't long before I felt my body start to relax and float. I'm not sure when I made it to my room, but I was laying on my bed with the lights on and the door open. I tried to get up to close the door and turn off the lights, but I realized that my body was not responding. I tried again but nothing. It wasn't so much that I was drowsy, but more like my body was already asleep and nobody told my head. My face was okay cause I was grinning.
    I couldn't even lift my legs up to put them back on my mattress.

    Then my brother was standing at my door looking pissed. Apparently, I knocked over the lamp on my way back to my room and woke him up. I was being some kind of selfish bitch (like usual). I tried to lift my head to tell him he was full of shit, but all that came out was "Wheeem". My tongue and mouth were also tired.
    I wanted to let him know that I know he wasn't asleep cause his computer is on the other side of my wall and can hear the moaning and porn star chatter. He masturbates more than any other human being I know! He thinks that he's being quiet, but his chair squeaks and he grunts when he climaxes. Disgusting little dude, but I guess most guys his age have over-active libidos.

    He was making fun of my speech impediment as he approached my bed. "That's all you got?!" I guess he thought I need more lecturing about how disrespectable I was making a racket and I better not try to blame him for the broken lamp. When I didn't respond, he seemed a bit concerned. I just kept the same stupid grin on my face. "What's wrong with you, you stupid bitch?" I pulled me up by my shoulders and my head rolled back. With a little more concern on his face, he says, "are you high?" and shakes me. I dropped back to my bed and with that grin on my face. I found that I could close my eyes. That was really good. Bed time.

    I hear the door close and then quiet and then hands lifting and shifting. I'm sitting up, leaning forward and feel my fan on high and the wind hitting my back and shoulders as my tank top is softly removed. The fabric softly rubbing my belly and breasts on the way up and off. Then I'm laying down again and I feel my hips lifted as my pajama bottoms and pants are peeled off together. Cool air blowing on my whole naked body. I try to open my eyelids as I feel him squatting over on my hips, his rough thumbs and forefingers rubbing and tweaking my nipples. At first they're just as asleep as the rest of my body, but then "boing!" hard as nails.

    I am able to slightly open my eyes in time to see him slowly lick first my left breast and then my right one. He was staring me in the eyes while he did it. I tried to tell him to stop again, but it was more like a moan. He thought I was enjoying it.

    Now he was getting encouraged from the noises I was making and began to bite my nipples. I closed my eyes again.

    It wasn't until he was French-kissing me when I realized he had gotten naked and had interlaced my and his hands as if we were passionately making out. They were to either sides of my head. He had spread my thighs and was dry-humping me with his cock sliding up and down right above my pussy and below my belly button. I was thinking that this could not be happening. I forced my eyes open and found that he had tilted my desk lamp so that it was like a spotlight. I turned my head to the light and could definitely make out that he had clipped his phone on his tripod and was filming this. He was asking me if I wanted it. "You want me to fuck you don't you, you fucking whore. You want this cock in your twat, don't you bitch. Don't you." I don't know how I got into this mess and was moving my lips but only moaning. That's when he shifted his hips and let go of my hands so that he could reach down and lift my legs and put my ankles up on his shoulders. He gripped above my calves and slid his hard little cock in my pussy and started fucking.

    After five minutes, he stopped cause he almost came. He let my legs drop to the mattress and then went back to making out with me. He was kissing and sucking my neck, my tits, under my arm, my sides, my bellybutton, and then he paused at my pussy. "I've always wanted to do this to you." My clit was suddenly and brutally attacked by his tongue and teeth. Despite my state, my pussy was suddenly soggy. Dripping wet. "Do you want me to flip you over?"
    I was already whimpering and moaning so he just said, "cool". I started concentrating on my breathing.

    My alarm clock woke me. The sun was out and bright. I was still lying in my bed completely naked, my clothes were on the floor where he left them and I was face down and ass up. There were a couple of pillows under my pelvis and dried cum on my sheets, ass, back, and face.

    I was able to get up and had a full functioning body again. My phone was on the bed and had a dozen staged pictures of me looking like I was spreading, masturbating and sucking my brothers cock. I had my eyes open in several of them. It would be easy for anyone who saw these to think that I was really enjoying myself!

    I called him and to my surprise, he answered right away. I started to spit and curse about how dare he do this and how I was going to kick his ass and then tell our parents. He was obviously waiting for this cause he stopped me in my tracks. "Did you forget I have you on video fucking and sucking me off. They will be able to tell how much you fucking love my cock cause you are really moaning like a two-bit whore". I did forget.
    I had to try to talk some sense into this little hormone driven piece of shit. I needed that video.
    This should never ever have happened. We were family! What if he had gotten me pregnant?
    "First, I know you have birth control and I pulled it out every time I busted my nut".
    "Second, we aren't even related. Dad told me they adopted you when you were little. You can tell everybody if you want to but I think everyone will believe me. They always do". As stupid as he was with everything he said, he was right about the fact that he was going to get away with it. I told him to stay the fuck away from me and now he really didn't have a sister. He said that's OK, if I miss you, I'll just click play.

    So I dropped my Calc class and lost interest in most of the other classes. My dad did ground me but forgot about it after a couple of weeks. I went to Summer school but couldn't make up the credits so here I am again. This time, I'm doing OK in my math class, and I'm making arrangement to go to college far away from here. This cannot come soon enough. I don't have a relationship with my sibling, but maybe I'll forgive and forget. I only say that because on the really lonely nights, I find myself remembering every moment and before I get to the point where his cock is my mouth, I realize that my hands are down my pants and my finger is feverishly pumping in and out of my wet pussy.
    Recently I have been masturbating to the pictures that he saved for me on the phone. I can't help it, they get me off every single time.

    It might seem to you that this story is finished now and that this was why I wrote this but it's not. Here's why...
    This weekend, my step dad came to my room to have a serious talk.

    "I've noticed a change with your brother this past year and couldn't quite figure it out. I was getting worried about him and thought he was taking drugs or was involved with some bad people so I installed some spyware software on his computer. This past week I checked his activity and found that he was working on some photo/video editing. His cache had some picture files so I opened them. They were all of you. Before you start telling me lies and coming up with excuses, I'll tell you I got the full story from him. How you took advantage of him. He tried to stick up for you and told me you had taken drugs or something and weren't really yourself. It didn't take much for you to seduce him into bed. So don't say anything! He didn't want to, but I had him give me the video. I watched it several times and can see the lust in your eyes. You could have had sex with any boy in town, but you had to have him? Good thing your mother doesn't know about this. She would have a heart attack. It will be our secret. Besides you'll be leaving for school soon so we will not speak of this going forward. Besides, it's not like we don't all have secrets like this. I have sexual fantasies I've wanted to share with you too. If you can be quiet about mine, I can be quiet about yours."

    He leaned in and kissed me just then, tongue and all. I've wanted you for such a long time. I just didn't know how to tell you. I've always known I was going to have you.

    With that, he got up "I'm so glad we had this talk and don't worry, I'll never tell your mother."

    Since then, I have been sleeping with one eye opened. I'm not upset or really freaked out. To tell the truth, I'm getting aroused just writing this out. Honestly, I'm touching myself, now.

    #41507 — Comments (5) — Sep 12, 2018 at 11:48 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • 1
    "You might choose to not believe this but I had to write this down as a way to start working though things."

    It is not too difficult to "choose" not to believe your bullshit.

    You have so many things wrong with your story and all of them proves that you are full of shit.

    You were r**ed and blackmailed and then abused and the first thing you do, is to come to a not so famous porn site to tell a story about it because suddenly it actually makes you horny.

    And then that Xanax. Next time, try to actually use it before you write bullshit about its effects.

    Next time, write about true things that have happened to you.

    And before you do that. Try to get actual experience about people. In your condition where you are almost like having a stroke, your half brother film and r**es you and his father is perfectly okay with it, because he supposedly can't see your condition. So, your mother is living with a two rapists and psychopaths and she haven't notice anything?

    People are not as stupid as you are.
  • 2
    Ignoring the guy who felt compelled to crap on your story, you have what, about a year before you leave?

    Did step dad tell you any of his plans for you? Did he take the time to fondle your tits when he kissed you?

    Your reaction to your brother indicates something of a submissive bent. Does the idea of being step dad's toy excite you? Are you keeping that eye open in anticipation? Do you get wet when you hear noises outside your bedroom door at night?

    Has your brother approached you for a second round when it's just the two of you at home? If he hasn't, do you think you might service him despite what step dad said?
  • 3
    I'm not sure about the story but damn! The first response was plain stupid! Hmm spending that much time for a reply just to criticize a story that may or may not have happened. Dude, get a different hobby.
    It's obviously a cry for help or something either way. Don't be such an ass. I call bullshit on you. Holy shit, troll. Get back to grading your papers. You're obviously a judgmental bitchy underpaid substitute teacher.

    Dear, if this story is true, lock your door and count the days till you get free. Not a healthy situation.
  • 4
    #3 boohoo, you are so desperate you try to defend your own story by pretending to be someone else.

    How many times have you heard somebody being r**ed, abused and blackmailed and first thing they did was to get to some porn site to tell a story of how horny they got?
  • 5
    OP, your story looks similar to the one told in post #40917. Check it out. I was one of the commenters there. If you want to discuss privately my email is

    chemwonk at outlook dot com

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