Sleepwalking rape

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I am a sixteen-year-old girl living with my brother and parents. Our life was generally happy and fulfilling. However, six months ago, my brother couldn't find a job after graduating from university, which caused him to become anxious and sometimes even sleepwalk. When I first heard the term 'sleepwalking,' I was genuinely frightened because I often saw scenes of sleepwalkers wielding knives and committing murder in movies and TV shows. But after the doctor's explanation, we learned that reality wasn't as exaggerated as depicted in dramas. I don't fully understand the details, but my brother's condition is relatively mild, and he shouldn't do anything harmful. Most importantly, when he sleepwalks, don't wake him. After he finishes sleepwalking, he will naturally return to sleep, and when he wakes up, he won't remember what he did while sleepwalking. However, he himself doesn't know what he's doing while sleepwalking, so ultimately, something bad happened.

Here's what happened: About five months ago, late one night, I felt the urge to urinate in my sleep, so I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Because I was in such a hurry and so tired, I forgot to lock the door as soon as I entered the bathroom. I just closed it and hurriedly took off my lower garment, then plopped down on the toilet to urinate. Just as I finished, the toilet door suddenly opened. I looked up and saw it was my brother. (Wow!) I almost screamed, but quickly covered my mouth with my hand because I saw his eyes were tightly closed. I knew he was sleepwalking, and I didn't dare make a sound so as not to wake him. He came in and went straight to the toilet. That's when I realized he was also there to urinate. It was too late to stand up and avoid him; he was standing too close to the toilet. If I stood up now, I would definitely bump into him. I could only continue sitting and wait and see. Of course, there was no room to pull up my pants, so I had to let my lower body remain exposed. Luckily, my brother's eyes were closed, so he couldn't see anything, otherwise it would have been incredibly embarrassing. It was the first time I'd ever seen a man urinate, and I was watching him face-to-face. Apparently, men urinate with their legs spread, just like women. When he spread his legs, I had to spread mine even wider to avoid our four legs touching. This spread-leg position also pried open the labia of my vagina, and I vaguely felt a chill inside. Although no one else saw, being in such an indecent position in front of my own brother still made me blush. Then, needless to say, my brother pulled down his pants and took out his penis to urinate. When I saw him make that move, I was startled again and quickly covered my face with my hands, not daring to look. I just hoped that his urine would hit the puddle and not splash on me. (Because usually after he and Dad urinated, the rim of the toilet and the floor next to it were covered with yellow urine stains; maybe men always make a mess after urinating.) I couldn't wait for my brother to finish urinating and leave. But after waiting for a while, there was still no movement, no sound of water as I expected. I couldn't help but peek through my fingers, and oh my god, I saw my brother constantly stroking his penis with his hand; he was having sex! He actually had sex in front of his own sister! Although he was sleepwalking and didn't even know what he was doing, I was still a little annoyed. (Fine, if you want to have sex, then I'll see how you men have sex, and see what's so great about your penis.)

Driven by anger and curiosity, I simply lowered my hand from my face and openly watched my brother have sex. His penis was very long; one hand couldn't completely encircle it. The liver-colored glans protruded from between his thumb and forefinger. Upon closer inspection, the swollen tip of the glans had something like lips, with a small hole in the middle—that's probably where men urinate. I compared it with my palm and fingers; my brother's penis was about five inches long and one inch thick, with the glans being an inch and a half thicker. Thinking back to my own narrow vagina, if my future husband's penis were also this thick and long, I'd be fucked to death! Lost in thought, I was suddenly overcome with climax as my brother ejaculated, white semen spurting from the tip of his penis and spraying directly onto my face. I tried to cover myself, but it was too late. He continued his stroking motion, semen flowing out continuously. I felt a warm sensation in my genitals; he had ejaculated onto my genitals as well. Oh no! My legs were wide open, my private parts completely exposed, and he got a direct hit. I quickly reached for toilet paper, but as luck would have it, my brother, after ejaculating, also reached for it. Our hands touched, and it was too late to pull away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to his genitals. I looked up and saw my brother still climaxing, so I didn't dare struggle and simply let my hand go limp. He was using my hand as toilet paper, rubbing it against his penis with the back of my hand and palm. Even though it was limp, his penis was still at least four inches long, and I could still feel its warmth. After wiping for a while, he finally let go of my hand, pulled the flush button, and then put his pants back on and left. Although several places on my body were stained with my brother's bodily fluids, I was already terrified and dared not linger in the bathroom. So I hurriedly put my pants back on and left, carefully wiping the bodily fluids off myself only when I returned to the bedroom. When I was about to wipe myself down, I realized that in my haste I had forgotten to put my underwear back on, and had only worn my pajama bottoms when I ran back to the bedroom. So after I cleaned myself up, I went back to the bathroom to retrieve my underwear.

When I got to the bathroom door, I saw that the wooden door was ajar and the light was still on. I was thinking: I must have forgotten to turn off the light. As I was thinking this, I pushed the door open, only to find my brother inside, sniffing my underwear. I thought he was sleepwalking again, but when he turned his head, I saw that his eyes were open, and there was an eerie light in them... he was clearly awake. Our eyes met. I wanted to take my underwear back, but I was afraid it would cause even more embarrassment. I thought, maybe I should just pretend nothing happened. I tried to turn away, but as soon as I did, my brother grabbed me from behind, one hand slipping under my nightgown and kneading my breast through my bra. 'Brother… what are you doing…' I sensed something was wrong, but to avoid waking Mom and Dad, I tried to keep my voice down. 'Nothing… I accidentally soiled your genitals, so I wanted to clean them up, otherwise you'll get pregnant…' he said, while slipping his other hand under my pants and rubbing my genitals with the crumpled panties in his hand. Isn't it said that sleepwalkers don't remember what they did while sleepwalking? How did my brother know he had ejaculated inside me? But I didn't have time to think about that anymore, because my brother was gently rubbing my vaginal opening with my soft silk panties, making me feel itchy and tingling, while my nipples were hardening from his other hand's teasing. However, his words had brought me back to my senses... Right, these past few days have been my fertile window. If I don't thoroughly clean the semen from my genitals, there's still a chance of pregnancy.

I couldn't care less about my brother's advances; I just wanted to break free from his harassment and rush to the bathroom to shower, but I failed. I could only verbally warn him that if he didn't let go, I would scream. Hearing this, he pulled his hand out of my pajama bottoms. I thought he was letting me go, but instead, he was about to shove the underwear in my mouth to silence me. My wrists were immediately gripped tightly together, unable to move, and I couldn't remove the underwear from my mouth. Then, my brother dragged me from the bathroom doorway out of the living room, heading towards his bedroom. I knew this was no joke. I struggled even harder, but the more I struggled, the tighter my brother held me. When my buttocks were pressed against his lower body, I could feel his penis harden again, which startled me. My brother's penis, which had just been limp a few minutes ago after he'd just finished venting, was now erect again, and I'd finally been pushed down onto his bed. Wasn't this extremely dangerous?

My brother kept me on the bed, holding my wrists tightly with one hand while the other reached down to my lower body, grabbing my pants and trying to pull them off. I kicked wildly, managing to stop him from pulling them down, but in the chaos, my pants tore, and I immediately felt a chill on my thighs. My brother took the opportunity to tear a strip of cloth from my pants and tied my wrists to a wooden post at the head of the bed, leaving my lower body like that. Thinking of that five-inch-long, one-inch-thick erect penis, I became even more anxious, tears streaming down my face. I begged my brother to let me go, but he was unmoved. Instead, he pulled down my pants and spread my legs. I shook my head violently, but in the end, my brother still inserted his penis into my vagina. "Little sister, your little hands were making my penis really uncomfortable just now, so you have to help me take care of it. But I'll go slowly, I promise I won't hurt you..." Although my brother's insertion was slow, because his penis, especially his glans, was so thick and large, I still felt waves of tearing pain in my lower body. And when he was thrusting, the pain was so intense that I almost fainted.

I don't know how much time passed before my brother reached climax again, but this time he ejaculated inside my vagina, forcing me to receive all his sperm. To accept this cruel and unacceptable reality, I comforted myself, saying: my brother must have acted impulsively and couldn't control himself to do such a shameless thing to me. After he finished, I saw him get up, his upper body coming to my chest. I thought he was going to untie the ropes binding me. But he wasn't satisfied yet. He unbuttoned my nightgown, pulled up my bra, played with my breasts, and kissed my neck and cheeks. Although my thighs were throbbing with pain, my brother's violation of my upper body gave me waves of pleasure. If this person comforting my body were the man I loved, how wonderful that would be. Unfortunately, in reality, this man was a beastly brother. His caresses and passionate kisses did not stem from pure love between a man and a woman, but were to satisfy his own lust. To my shame, my body had involuntarily become aroused by this greedy and lewd teasing. I hated how vulnerable the body of a teenage girl was. After satisfying his lust, my brother's genitals returned to their normal state, and he ravaged me once more. This time, he wasn't as gentle as before. He thrust his penis deep into me, pumping it in and out relentlessly. The already aching areas were further rubbed raw by his penis, causing me to faint from the pain. When I awoke, I had already been carried back to my bed. I felt excruciating pain in my genitals. Although the semen that had filled my vagina was flowing back out, making my thighs cold and wet, I had to rest for a while before I could barely get out of bed to take a shower. I scrubbed my entire body, especially my genitals. I vigorously cleaned them with a sponge, and ignoring the pain, I spread my swollen labia wide open so that the powerful showerhead could flush out the male filth from my body.

Of course, I cried too, and thought about how to face this misfortune. Should I tell my parents? Should I call the police? Would they believe me? What would they think of me? Would they say something hurtful to me? 'You shameless girl, if you're going to do something like this, go somewhere else! How could you do it with your own brother at home? What a tragedy!' 'You said your brother raped you, so what were the details? How much of his penis went in? Did it hurt? Did he ejaculate inside you? Did you feel pleasure when his penis was thrusting in and out of you? Were you a virgin before this? Have you ever had sex with other boys…'

[The End]

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