[Raping her older sister]

I had what was called a delinquent teenage period, and my parents were absolutely devout and very strict.
Okay! Maybe when I mention my parents I should say "we" instead of "I," because
I have an older sister. Of course, my parents now somewhat deny her existence. I'll explain that later; it
's part of the story.
Her name is Laura. (My name is Julie, which you probably already know, right?) She's almost a full year older than
me. I'm turning eighteen now, and she should be nineteen. Laura looks a lot like me—
I guess that's not surprising, since we're sisters—but she's a little bigger. Not fat, just
bigger breasts and hips. We have the same blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh! She likes curly hair, while mine is straight
.
Sorry! That's not the point.
Anyway, I was the kind of troublemaker. You know, rebellious. It's not a big
deal, really, but if your parents were as strict as mine, you'd understand that even the smallest trouble can
be forgiven.
The most serious, of course, is sex. When I was seventeen—did I mention this story happened just a year ago
?—I already had plenty of sexual experience. I lost my virginity at fifteen and then indulged in
sex to the fullest, never looking back.
Of course, I never let my parents hear a word. I'd done a bunch of
little misdeeds like skipping school, staying out late, or wearing makeup… but if they found out about my
sexuality… well, I'd probably be dead on the spot. Like I said, my parents are the kind of
people who strictly adhere to religious precepts.
Premarital sex? Sin. Birth
control? Sin.
Abortion? That's murder.
I'm smart, so they never found out.
However, Laura… well! Maybe I should tell you something about Laura so you can understand
what happened. At home, I was a rebellious kid (or you could say a problem child), while she was always
a good girl. You know, excellent grades, athletic, helpful with chores, and never questioning or
disobeying her parents. I don't even believe she's ever had a boyfriend, let alone kissed anyone. In other words,
we were completely different types.
We were about to enter our final year of high school in the fall (I was just past the age
limit for entry, which made me the youngest student in my entire school year).
Our parents had set aside a fund for college, but it was only enough for one person. I
knew perfectly well who that person would be. Laura was their darling, so there was no doubt the money was for her;
as for me… I was just a neglected jerk.
Okay! I was a bit wild, but in fact, a large part of my troubles were caused by Laura.
My parents weren't exactly aboveboard—though they were quite religious—and I was clever enough to usually
get what I wanted without them noticing. Laura was always watching me. She would tattle on me to our parents,
letting them know what I was doing wrong. By doing so, she would become their favorite child. In other words, this
older sister was the kind of snitch her younger sister hated most. And I really did hate her, and I still do.
That summer—as I mentioned, this story is only a year old—Lola and I were at
the family cabin in Fishlake. Normally, we weren't allowed there without an adult. But Dad had
a big meeting (or something else) and had to go back to town, and Mom said we could stay.
Of course, Laura was in charge.
"Now, you'd better behave and listen to your sister," Mom commanded.
I nodded, trying my best to look sincere.
At the time, a high school classmate, Frank Harris, was at his family cabin half a mile away.
We'd dated several times in school, but my parents
stopped me when they found out he was Black. (Am I being superstitious?) It was Laura who leaked the information
to my parents again.
I was planning how to meet Frank again. But with Laura around, it wasn't going to be easy.
"You heard what she said," she said smugly as we watched my parents drive away.
"If you misbehave, I'll call home and tell them right away."
I nodded again.
Okay, Laura, you better remember that.
Unsurprisingly, the next day Frank came, and she immediately called Mom and Dad, saying, "Julie's with that black guy again
." After Dad yelled at me online, I was grounded for a month, and I felt like my ears
were about to fall off. After she finished telling me, Laura smiled at me in her room.
That bitch…
Sorry! I shouldn't have sworn.
I didn't think about it for a while, but I still got angry whenever I thought about it.
Things changed soon after.
A few days later, Laura hung out with some girls from the nearby cabin. I guess she wasn't really trying to
be friends with them; she was just tired of hanging out with a sister who wouldn't talk to her.
What could she expect after ruining my plans?
Anyway, she went out with them, leaving me alone. After sitting idly in the house for a few
hours, I took my camera (I think I should clarify it was a Polaroid) and went for a walk along the lake.
And it turned out, taking the camera was a stroke of genius! My luck turned.
After walking about a mile along the lake, I heard giggling coming from the bushes ahead. I don't know
why I did that, but at the time it seemed reasonable to decide to sneak out from the woods and investigate
. What a great decision!
I discovered it was Laura and some other girls. One of them—though not Laura—had
lit a cigarette and started smoking. In an instant, I realized—it was marijuana!
And Laura was there!

I couldn't believe it. From where I was crouching, I could see Laura wasn't happy 　　about what was happening , but she didn't object or walk away. Quickly, I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures. When the marijuana smoke
reached Laura, she hesitated for a moment, but still brought it to her lips.
I took a few pictures as she put the cigarette in her mouth. Her expression was funny, but not the
kind that showed she disliked it. Then she started coughing, but I didn't take any more pictures of her; I used the rest of the film to
photograph them passing the marijuana around. When it was Laura's turn again, she refused, but still didn't
leave.
I quietly slipped away…
That night, I showed the photos to Laura.
Things went exactly as you'd expect. At first, she tried to scare me, but we both knew I had
her red flags. Compared to what she did—or at least what looked like she did—the trouble I usually cause is nothing. We both know 　　how
our parents would react if they found out their precious daughter was smoking marijuana. 　　So I got what I wanted—complete freedom to do whatever I wanted in the cabin. I stayed up 　　all night, I drank. And of course, I saw Frank. 　　That's what I did. 　　Frank was quite large for his age. 　　A few nights later, after a party, Frank and I went to the back of my cabin. We 　　were both drunk, but we kept drinking. (Frank still had almost a whole bottle of liquor in his hand.) We 　　had already drunk a lot at the party—you know, the kind where you chug from the bottle—and I think 　　we both knew that tonight was going to be something more. Frank was a little nervous, but the drinking 　　had relaxed him a bit. 　　As for me… I was ready. 　　As we staggered into the cabin, laughing and choking, Laura, who was reading, looked up at us. After 　　I showed her the photos, she became quiet and didn't tell me what to do. 　　Although there might be other ways to show disapproval, I wasn't sure. But I thought that when Frank and I 　　came in and slumped onto the bench, she was showing her disapproval by not leaving. Even as we started, she remained seated, 　　engrossed in her book, pretending not to notice. 　　After a while, Frank became somewhat nervous because of her presence, but I decided not to move; I didn't want 　　to please her. To me, let her sit there and read as long as she liked. If necessary, 　　Frank and I would do it in front of her. 　　As I mentioned before, Frank was a little nervous. "What about her?" 　　he whispered as I unbuttoned my shirt. 　　By this time, Laura's presence was no longer just slightly bothersome; she was staying there 　　much longer than I had anticipated. 　　"Ignore her," I answered deliberately, making sure Laura heard me. "She just likes to read 　　." 　　"Julie!" Her face flushed. 　　Finally, there was a reaction. 　　"Relax," I told her, a little indistinctly. "Have some wine." I tossed her the half-empty bottle 　　. Laura caught the bottle, her face contorted as if she were holding something nauseating. For some 　　reason, her expression made me uncomfortable. "Drink it," I repeated. 　　"No, thanks," she replied in her most affected, bitch-like voice. 　　I'd had enough. 　　I slid off the bench and walked towards her. "You drink it!" I commanded angrily. "Otherwise, I'll have to show 　　that thing to Mom and Dad." Fear crossed her face, but she didn't argue. Slowly, she opened 　　the bottle and took a sip. 　　It was probably her first time drinking. 　　"Take another sip," I ordered. She obediently complied, but her actions still annoyed me. I 　　can't explain it now, but I felt incredibly angry at the time. As she took her second sip, I leaned down, 　　grabbed her blonde curls with one hand, and firmly shoved the bottle into her mouth with the other. "Drink it!" I yelled, 　　ordering her. 　　"Keep drinking until I tell you to stop." She raised her hand as if to push the bottle away, but quickly 　　gave up. She knew what would happen if I told her about the marijuana. 　　A few seconds later, I pulled the bottle from her lips. She gasped for breath, drooling, but didn't say a 　　word. When she finally caught her breath, I handed the bottle back to her. Now there was only a quarter left. 　　"I'm going to do it with Frank now," I told her. "Right here on that bench. You sit and finish 　　this bottle. If you haven't finished it by the time we're done, Mom and Dad will see the photos when they get back." 　　Laura looked up at me, her eyes wide with shock. "Julie," she sobbed, 　　"I..." 　　"Don't try to bargain," I told her. "If I hear you say another word, I'll publish the 　　photos." 　　Laura immediately shut up. 　　I left the bottle to her, satisfied, and went back to the bench where Frank was waiting. 　　That was great! 　　I sat on Frank's lap, my back against his broad chest, slowly sliding up and down... 　　up and down his long, black penis, his beautiful hands gently caressing my breasts 　　... 　　and my face... back to my breasts... then to my neck... and back to my chest... 　　his penis sliding in and out of me, it felt so good! So good! 　　Looking back, I think that was my first complete sexual intercourse. It was a long, slow 　　intercourse, completely different from the rushed and tense "backseat" sex I had experienced before. 　　It took me a while to ejaculate, but when I did, the feeling was unlike anything I had ever 　　experienced before. A warm, pleasurable wave surged from my lower abdomen and spread throughout my body, and it seemed like 　　it would continue forever.

But of course, it wouldn't go on forever.
When I finally calmed down, I found myself still sitting on Frank's lap. His penis was still hard
and powerfully thrusting in and out of my vagina. He was increasing the speed of his thrusts, almost there.
He was about to ejaculate!
"Frank," I shouted, pushing myself away from his penis. "Don't ejaculate inside me, don't ejaculate
inside me." I hadn't used any protection—if I asked to take birth control pills, my parents would
faint; and Frank hadn't used a condom—I didn't want to risk getting pregnant.
"No," he slurred, breathing heavily, "I'm going to ejaculate inside you." He grabbed my bare
shoulders and pulled me back onto his lap. I wriggled, trying to get away, telling him I couldn't. But he would
n't listen; a man about to ejaculate has no sense of reason.
Now I started to feel scared and wanted to ask Laura for help. She had finished the bottle of
wine as I had ordered and was sitting there, clearly drunk. What a useless bitch! She's no help at all
.
Unless… I don’t know why I did that. At that moment, it seemed like the only 　　way
to prevent him from ejaculating inside me . 　　“Frank,” I finally managed to escape his grasp. His penis was still as hard as a rock, 　　leaving a trail of sticky, vaginal fluid along my leg as I left his thigh. “You can ejaculate inside Laura 　　!” 　　“Lola?” He looked at my sister, who was sitting blankly in the chair. 　　“Yes.” I ran over and grabbed her hair. She let out a sharp scream of pain as I pulled, causing the empty 　　bottle to fall, but she didn’t resist. I didn’t think she understood what was happening; the heavy drinking must have made 　　her feel terrible. 　　“Come help me,” I commanded, pulling Laura by the hair and dragging her to the bench. Frank finally 　　seemed to understand what I was going to do. He still looked a little confused, but as I untied and tore off her skirt 　　, he helped me restrain Laura and dragged her to lie down on the bench. 　　“Julie—Julie!” Finally, she seemed to come to her senses a little. When I ripped her panties off her legs 　　and threw them on her chest, she began to struggle and writhe. 　　"Hurry up!" I yelled. I got excited just watching my bitch sister get fucked. 　　Frank hesitated for a moment, but then succumbed to the alcohol and lust. He knelt between her legs. Laura 　　tried to stop him, but I pressed down on her with my weight, allowing Frank to spread her legs even wider 　　. He leaned forward and thrust his hard, shiny cock into Laura's exposed vagina. 　　Laura went berserk! 　　She writhed and screamed in pain, but Frank and I were able to hold her down. While 　　Laura struggled in vain, Frank paused for a few minutes, simply keeping his cock inside her 　　and enjoying her initiative. Finally, her strength subsided and she calmed down a little. Frank immediately 　　began thrusting his hips, pumping in and out of Laura's tender hole. 　　She started screaming again. 　　Laura was… a virgin! 　　As Frank fucked her, I watched my sister’s face contort in pain. 　　I could see her eyes widen when she fully understood what was happening to her. She started to cry as she struggled, tears 　　streaming down her cheeks. 　　I was so excited! 　　I couldn’t help but lower my head and lick the salty tears from her face. Laura opened her mouth as if to say something 　　—probably no—but no words came out. For once, my bitch sister 　　couldn’t say anything more. As Frank’s huge cock went in and out of her untouched virgin pussy, she just 　　gasped and moaned, writhing beneath us. 　　I’m not gay—not that I’m against homosexuality, just that I like men— 　　but the look of pain and humiliation on Laura’s face was irresistible. 　　I couldn’t control myself again. I moved my face toward Laura and opened my mouth to kiss her. She moaned 　　and tried to turn her face away, but I followed her. 　　Finally, I trapped her against the back of the chair and pressed my lips against hers. She opened 　　her mouth as if to moan, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. At this point, she seemed to relax a little, letting me kiss 　　her forcefully. 　　In fact, as Frank was about to ejaculate, my tongue was licking behind her front teeth. I could 　　feel him groaning and thrusting behind me. Laura tried to close her mouth, muttering what sounded like "no, 　　" but I continued kissing her. Frank thrust roughly, then held still, ejaculating streams of semen 　　into her virgin vagina. She cried and moaned on my lips; it felt wonderful. So 　　wonderful! 　　Laura rolled off the bench, vomited all over the floor, and then stumbled and cried as she ran into the bedroom. 　　I looked at Frank, who was sitting beside me panting. "How's this method of contraception?" I asked him. 　　Half an hour later, Frank was hard again. 　　I was a little sore after our first time having sex, but even in my drunken state, I knew what to do 　　. After getting him fully erect with my hand, I led him into the bedroom, where Laura was curled up 　　on the bed, half-asleep. As we climbed into bed, she started to cry, but didn't really struggle. She was too tired 　　—or maybe too drunk—to resist. 　　This time, I let Frank have sex with her directly, while I played with her breasts and forced her to French kiss me. 　　Whenever she tried to stop me, I pinched one nipple until she gave in. As he filled Laura's cunt with his semen again 　　, the two of us sisters were having a great time! 　　I admit it seems a little strange, considering we're sisters. But what can I say? Her tongue 　　skills are amazing! 　　Over the next three days, before our parents arrived at the cabin, Laura and I had sex with Frank five times. 　　Frank always ejaculated inside Laura. Using my sister for contraception—like she's a living condom 　　—is… well! I admit I can't describe it.

The funny thing is, I had expected her to resist more, but she didn't. I guess the previous sex sessions had broken down
her defenses. And every time she tried to stop us from doing anything, I threatened her with photos.
The last one was my favorite. After Frank and I had been thrusting for a while, we
made her kneel on a small stool, and Frank fucked her from behind while I pressed my wet vulva against her
face. She didn't like it, but when I threatened to let Frank fuck her ass, she gave in and
almost immediately started licking my vulva.
So while Frank and I were kissing passionately, our "contraceptive device," Laura, endured Frank's doggy style
penetration and licked my pussy. Frank and I reached orgasm at the same time.
I sent Laura to clean the cabin, and by the time our parents arrived, everything was back to normal.
I thought—or rather, I was afraid—that Laura would tell them what had happened over the past few days. But
she didn't. In fact, she remained silent on the way back.
Maybe she thought it was over.
Back to school.
Laura quickly reverted to her old habits at school and home,
generally ignoring me except for tattlering on me to her parents whenever she had the chance. I didn't know; my only guess was that she was intentionally forgetting the rape and the
photos. Perhaps what happened in the cabin was too shocking for her to face.
As for me, I waited anxiously. To be honest, I was somewhat panicked about what had happened,
and I considered myself lucky to have gotten through it all. Of course, I could always pull out the photos if I needed
.
Life remained unchanged until one morning a few months into the semester. As usual,
I had to knock on the bathroom door for several minutes before Laura would come out. That particular morning—I remember it was
mid-October—she stayed even longer than usual, and when she did come out, she looked sick.
I didn't pay much attention to it until it happened for three consecutive days. On the fourth day, I didn't knock loudly
; I just stood quietly outside the door, pressing my ear against it.
I listened carefully.
Without a doubt, I clearly heard the sound of vomiting. I remember my first thought was that Laura
couldn't continue her studies that year.
The truth couldn't be hidden any longer.
When my parents found out Laura was pregnant, the first thing they did was make her drop out of school. At first
, they claimed it was a family emergency, then they said it was some unknown illness. But even with this cover-up, the real reason
still spread.
Within days, everyone at school knew the real reason for Laura's dropout. Actually, my family had discussed having me drop out too. But I said it wasn't 　　fair that
I had to suffer this treatment just because Laura was a slut. And my mother supported me, so they didn't do that. 　　This was the first time in my life that my parents supported me, not Laura. This caused 　　a significant change in our relationship. 　　As for Laura… 　　she was relegated to a small room above the garage. She was grounded, of course; my parents wouldn't let her 　　go out in this "situation," the only thing they wouldn't do was kick her out and embarrass them. 　　After that, I didn't have much contact with Laura for a while. Until one night, my parents went out to 　　a party, and Robbie came to find me. We were home alone, doing whatever we wanted. 　　Dancing to deafening music, drinking… well! Finally, we went into the bedroom. Then things got a little out of 　　control, and soon we were half-naked, ready to make love. 　　Then I had an idea. 　　I explained it to Robbie. He thought it was weird, but didn't object. He wasn't like Frank, who 　　was basically a good guy. Um… you know what I mean. 　　That's one of the reasons I liked him. 　　I led him from outside into the garage and then to Laura's room. The door wasn't locked because I had just turned it open. 　　When we entered the room, Laura was lying on the bed looking at us. 　　For some reason, she had her hair in a little ponytail, and one of her old dolls was lying next to her, which was rather eerie 　　. It made her look several years younger. 　　The baby hadn't been born yet. 　　I explained what was going to happen next. 　　As I was speaking, Laura started crying and shaking her head. She even got up and tried to leave the room. But Robbie 　　smiled and blocked the doorway, and I grabbed her hair from behind. She 　　curled up in pain as I pulled her back , but didn't struggle. 　　"Stop crying, you filthy bitch!" I shoved her back onto the bed. "You better behave, or 　　I'll show them the photos." 　　She continued to sob softly, but didn't try to escape. 　　How strange! Now that I think about it, even if the photos were released, how much worse would her situation be? 　　"Besides," I continued, enjoying the opportunity to torment her, "it wouldn't make much difference. Everyone 　　would know you're a slut." 　　She understood what I meant; I had already told everyone at school about her pregnancy. She continued to cry, 　　lying on the bed clutching her doll. 　　I said, "Isn't this weird?" 　　Anyway, Robbie and I started having sex next to her. 　　As usual, I orgasmed first. Then, when Robbie thought he was almost done, he 　　pulled out his penis. I watched him climb on top of Laura and insert his penis into her vagina, which had only been used a few times. 　　After he thrust wildly for about thirty seconds, he ejaculated inside her, and she just lay there crying. 　　When we left, she was still lying on the bed, legs wide open, a white, sticky fluid flowing from her vulva, 　　staining the sheets. 　　Robbie came a few more times afterward, and eventually the word got out. I guess it was inevitable. Soon 　　after, other guys came—even some I didn't know very well—and they wanted to have sex with Laura. 　　At first I said no, but when one of them gave me money, I quickly changed my mind.

For just fifty dollars, anyone could have sex with my slutty older sister.
Before long, it became almost a nightly ritual. I had to be very careful not to let my parents find out,
but the small room in the garage wasn't directly connected to the house, so the boys could easily sneak upstairs
to rape my sister.
Laura resisted a few times at first, but soon she realized she couldn't stop us. In
fact, if her parents found out, she would be in even more trouble. To her parents, Laura was a shameless
girl, and they wouldn't believe she wasn't willing.
In the following months, half the boys in the school had slept with Laura.
In January, Laura's belly started to swell.
I thought that was the end of it—because I thought having sex with a clearly pregnant girl would
diminish one's sexual desire—but that wasn't the case.
One day, on my way to school, I met a man. I was a little nervous at first—
after all, he was a stranger—but after he explained what he wanted, I became very interested
.
Basically, he—by the way, his name was Rod—had heard that I was
pimping for a pregnant girl. He wanted to have sex with her and take pictures. Okay! It sounded a little weird to me,
but the price was good! Much better than what I'd usually get for selling her to a high schooler.
So, that was Laura's job for the next few months. And I stopped using her for
contraception; I used the money from selling her to buy birth control pills for myself.
Rod would come three times a week with his camera and other stuff. I sat there watching a few times. If
you think what I'm doing is weird, you should see him. I remember Rod seemed to really enjoy having sex with Laura from behind in a
doggy-style position.
As her belly got bigger, he started making her moo like a cow. It was weird, but
it really got him excited. My bitch sister, her body bloated from pregnancy, being fucked from behind by this old guy
and forced to moo pitifully—it was just… well! That image stayed with me
.
I guess Rod couldn't forget that sight either. He recorded it almost every time.
Anyway, good things always come to an end.
The baby was born in mid-June. Rod said it was a little late, but of course he didn't care about enjoying his
chubby little heifer for a few more weeks.
And as long as there was money to be made, I didn't care either.
The baby was black, of course. Well, not entirely black, since it was Laura and Frank's
baby, but he was clearly a black baby, a little black devil.
This was beyond what my parents could tolerate. Their daughter having premarital sex
and getting pregnant was already an unbearable shame for them (how could they
hold their heads up at church every Sunday?), and a little black devil?!
Impossible!
Laura wasn't their child!
Laura and the baby were kicked out and sent to a home for unwed mothers.
Utter denial.
I became their sole beneficiary.
Did I mention the trust fund?
Well! It grew more than my parents had originally expected. And it was all for me;
I'm the one going to college now.
The first thing I did with that fund was move out. I was going to North Barkerville College in the fall.
So I rented the ground floor and basement of a house in the suburbs of Barkerville. It was a six-hour drive from home
. That meant my parents were a six-hour drive away. It was wonderful!
Of course, I took Laura with me. She'd been living on social welfare for months, and the welfare office
was happy I could take her. They couldn't wait for me to take her, so no one
paid any attention when she said she didn't want to come with me. They said she had no right to object—gossip travels fast in a small town, and I guess
they didn't want to spend their budget on a stupid, unprotected slut.
Especially with a black baby.
That's the story.
You know the rest. I let Laura and the baby live in my little basement. It got a little
cold sometimes, but she had blankets. And she was earning more; college students have more money than high school students, and they're more
horny.
And Laura was much cheaper than the average prostitute.
Now things were a little different. I always let her hair grow long and tie it in a ponytail; it makes her look younger,
and customers seem to like it that way. Especially when they see her lying in bed with a doll…
Of course, I still use her for contraception. The idea of filling her vagina with semen without worrying about pregnancy
is fantastic!
Actually… well, I really shouldn't tell you. But… she's pregnant again! I've already called Rod
, and I'm sure he'll be interested.
I hope it's a little niece this time.
[The End]

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