This story contains scenes of rape, incdest, and it involves a fourteen-year-old girl. If this kind of story does not fit your tastes then please move on to something more fitting for you.
I wrote this story as a breather from the series that I am currently working on, and I do not have any current plans to continue it. It's just a one scene thing for me.
I sincerely hope that you enjoy it.
Mike stormed in through the front door, headed straight for the fridge, and for an ice cold brew. He knew his dad would have beer...
He always had beer.
He snapped open a bud and downed it without stopping, and then grabbed another to take to his room.
After everything that happened he knew that he would be drinking more than just a couple even if it would piss off the old man.
Mike made his way to his room. The house was quiet, which meant everyone was gone. That was just fine with him. It would give him time to wank one out, which always settled him.
Normally getting him off was Jessica's job, but now she was part if the problem. He caught her fucking Jacob, his best friend the night before and now he was on his own again. No more quickies, or midnight blow jobs for him. It was back to good old lefty.
Mike's frustrations were about to get worse though. He slung his bedroom door open and his jaw about hit the floor.
His younger sister Katie was sitting on his bed, which didn't look like his bed anymore. She was sitting there with her head phones on and looking at some teenybopper magazine.
His lions quilt had been replaced by hello kitty, and his cheerleader posters now looked like Adelle. Her desk top computer had replaced his laptop, and there were stuffed bears everywhere. They even painted the room pink.
"What the fuck Katie?" He screamed.
Katie jumped, but it wasn't because her older brother had just barged in and caught her in her bra and panties. She had been so into "set fire to the rain" that she hadn't seen out heard the for door open. His screams though scared the crap out of her.
"Hey bro what's up?" She said grabbing her chest.
When she first realized mike came in she had made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself, but now mike was trying to kick her out of her own room and her modesty left. She stops up, folded her arms across her chest and said, "no."
Everything had been bottling up inside of him for the past few weeks. His grades were slipping because the football coach was pushing y them beyond hard, and school was work for him. His grades had never come easy. His girl friend of the past two years had decided to start fucking his best friend of ten years, and now his parents were treating him like an outsider by giving his room away.
Built had been replaced by hello kitty, and his cheerleader posters now looked like Adelle. Her desk top computer had replaced his laptop, and there were stuffed bears everywhere. They even painted the room pink.
"What the fuck Katie?" He screamed.
Katie jumped, but it wasn
When Mike had first barged into the room, and saw his younger sister sitting there in her underwear the state of her dress had registered in his brain, but had been overridden by all of the other information that his quarterback eyes had immediately gathered.
When she stood up and crossed her arms though--her appearance had been brought more toward the forefront of his brain. She was only fourteen, six years his junior, but developing nicely. Her hazel eyes, brown hair, and olive skin all complimented each other like a well designed meal ready to be eaten. Her breasts weren't large, but she was filling out nicely. Her arms were folded across her c-cupped breasts, and were holding them out like gift baskets covered with a thin cloth, and her thin pink panties were low cut, and offered a nice view of the beginning of the valleys that led to one of his favorite treats.
His sister's appearance was still not the most important thing on his mind though. For now he just wanted her out of his room. Now he needed to jerk off more than ever. He needed his nerves to be settled, and filling some tissue was the quickest way to do that.
“I said get the fuck out Katie, and I mean it!”
“Fuck you and fuck NO!” Katie screamed back at him.
“I swear Katie, if you don't you will regret it.”
He knew he meant it too. He wasn't sure what he'd do if she didn't leave, but he knew that she would definitely regret it. He was so pissed off that he wasn't sure what he'd resort to, but grabbing her by the hair and dragging her ass out wasn't beyond him. He and Katie had always gotten along well. He actually liked the kid, but this had gone too far. He wanted her out. He wanted to get himself off and calm down so that whenever his mom and did finally got home he could work things out with them rationally. If he was still screaming when they got there then they would get stubborn about it. That's how they'd handle it.
He needed her out, and he needed her out now.
He took two steps forward, and grabbed her arm, but she was quick enough to rip it away before he could get a good hold.
“Dammit Mike. Stop it. Now your starting to be a jerk!”
Mike's temper flared more and he followed her into the corner of the room. He had her trapped, and he could start to see a little fear in her eyes. For some reason that made him feel a little better. Her being defiant pissed him off, but her recognizing that she was powerless, her display of fear—that was a different story all together—he kind of liked that.
Mike grabbed her by the hair with one hand and by the shoulder with the other, twisted him and her around like a psychotic dancer, and forced her to the bed. She started to try and fend him off, but he quickly pinned both of her arms above her head.
He was rewarded with another flash of fear from Katie.
“What are you doing Mike??? Katie asked with wide eyes, and a slight tremble in her voice.
The truth was that Mike wasn't exactly sure at that point. All he knew for sure was that his dick was hard and that pinning her to the bed seemed somehow right to him. It felt good. It felt powerful. He knew that those thoughts belonged to his dark side, and that accepting that was embracing that side of him, shaking hands with it, and making friends. He wasn't sure he was ready for that for real or not.
Mike had only considered raping someone one time before that. His best friend Jacob had made a drunken confession to him. He told Mike that he had raped his sixteen-year-old sister, after he got tired of seeing her prance around in her tiny assed string bikini last summer. He was guilt ridden about it, especially at first, but he confessed to doing it repeatedly.
But that wasn't the whole story.
Jacob also told him that at first his younger sister Adrianna hated it, and cried and begged him to stop, and she quit wearing the bikini and teasing him, but after a few times the bikini wearing started back up, and she started to taunt him even more—and that after that she actually started to moan when he raped her.
Mike stepped it up a little. His dick was hard, and in that position, was pinned against her. His legs were outside of hers, but that's not where he wanted them. He lifted and put a knee between her closed legs, and worked it in between them, forcing her legs to spread slightly. The dark side was starting to seem a little more appealing.
“Oh God Mike. Please don't do this! I'll leave. I swear, just please stop!”
“Too late for that now lil sis,” he said. “I gave you your chance to leave.”
His friend Jacob had a moment of clarity after he confessed. What was done was done, and the last thing he wanted was to go to prison at the height of his college football career. School was going good, sports was great, and he had even gotten something started with Jenna. He didn't want to lose it all so he begged Mike not to tell.
The thing was that Mike wasn't even considering it. The truth was that his younger sister was hot, and the idea that Jacob had fucked her, and that she was starting to like it turned him on. He wanted in on the action and he promised not to tell on him if Jacob invited him over soon, and let him in on it.
“Dad will be home soon,” Katie said, snapping Mike back to reality. He answered her by forcing her legs further open, and grinding himself against her panty clad crotch.
“You want to let him watch then?” Mike said.
“Oh fuck. Mike please!” Katie begged. “You're not really going to do this to me are you?”
There was still some conflict in his head about it. He knew that the circumstances in his life had prompted his actions up to this point and that, under normal circumstances, he would never consider raping his sister. He really did like her. They got along great, and he knew that what he was considering might ruin that forever, but at the same time...
What if he could make her like it the way Jacobs sister learned to like it.
He thought about what it would be like to be inside of her. What it would be like to feel himself sliding in and out of her tight pussy.
His dark side had it's greedy little paw extended to him and shook hands with it.
“Yes Katie. I am. I am going to fuck you and make you my little bitch!”
She started to cry right then. As Mike was grinding himself into her, with her arms pinned to the bed above her dark hair—tears started to run down Katie's face, and land on Hello Kittie's kitten face.
Mike grabbed both of Katie's wrists with one of his bigger and stronger hands, holding them in position, so he could reach down and rip her bra off of her. The material offered some resistance, but tore much easier than Katie would have liked.
As soon as Katie's breasts had met the bedroom air Mike reached back up and grabbed her other wrist so that he had better control of her again. Her struggles became more intense, and she started to grunt with the effort of regaining her freedom. It didn't slow him down though, it only fueled his fire, and made him want more. He responded by grinding himself into her with greater force.
“Dammit Mike. This isn't funny,” she said.
He lowered his head down and sucked in one of her breasts. He bit it harder than foreplay called for.
“Ow God Damn it Mike, STOP NOW, or I'm telling Dad. I swear I will tell him!”
What she said made a part of his skin crawl, but there was another part that not only didn't care, but actually wanted someone else to know. He had his mind made up that he was going to fuck her no matter what. He knew that now, and if she wanted others to know that they had fucked then fine.
“I'm not stopping Katie,” he informed her. “No matter what. I want you so bad that even if dad comes home and catches us in the act, I won't be able to stop. He will have to drag me off of you, and if he's not careful I'm gonna knock his ass out and come back to finish what I started.”
Katie got quiet after that. She knew that her dad and Mike were evenly matched but Mike was fast, and by the sound of his voice he was serious. She'd never known him to be so forceful or decisive.
But there was something else too.
He had said that he wanted her so bad that he wouldn't be able to stop. She hated herself for it, but there was a part of her that didn't want him to. She knew that thought was disgusting, but she knew that it wouldn't be much longer and he would have her and even though it was her brother, and even though it was disgusting.... At the same time there was a part of her that wanted him inside of her. She had seen the outline of his dick through his pants before, and had “juiced,” a little. Just a little bit, but it had happened. It had dawned her curiosity. She knew he was big, and now she knew that he was going to fuck her “no matter what.”
Mike went back to sucking his sister's tits. He grabbed her wrists with one hand again so that he could get rid of her panties. They tore much easier than her bra did, and he tossed them aside. Katie surprised him. When he had went to the one hand hold she had stopped fighting him.
The lack of her struggling against his hold allowed him to rest a little. She was a lot smaller, but her struggles had still forced him to exert quite a bit of energy to subdue her. Without her struggling he was able to relax a little and conserve some energy, but it did more than that. It allowed her to do the same.
As soon as her panties were gone and he was reaching up to regain the two handed hold she made a go of getting away from him. It almost worked.
She had taken him by surprise and as he shifted his weight to get her panties off and out of the way she twisted with all of her might, and had actually slid out from under him. Mike quickly regained control of her by grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging her back to him.
“OOOOWWWW... Dammit Mike,” She wailed.
Mike dragged her back to the bed, face down this time.
“Thanks sis. I like it better this way anyway,” he said
He held her face down with one hand pushing her face into her pillows, while he unbuckled his pants.
“Oh God,” she thought to herself. “He's really going to do it!”
As much as she tried to hate what was happening to her with all of her heart she just couldn't. Most of her did hate the idea. Mike was her brother and she looked up to him. Before today she did anyway. Now he was about to stick his dick where it didn't belong and she wanted him to stop. She needed him to stop. She was grossed out by the idea of fucking him, and she hated him for doing it. But part of the reason she hated him for doing it was because even though she was disgusted by the idea she could still feel a bit of tingle in her pussy. That longing to have someone inside of her was there. Not as much as when she talked to some of the guys she liked at school, but it was there.
Not only that, but her pussy was starting to drool a little. Her mind knew that she was about to have sex, and her pussy was responding to the external stimulus and lubricating itself. She could feel a little bit of fire building up inside of her.
Mike worked diligently to get has pants down to his ankles, keeping Katie pinned to the bed while he did it. Katie had more leverage on her stomach, but not enough. She thrashed and kicked as her brother struggled to get his pants off but his strength and weight was enough to keep her in place.
“Please Mike don't do this!” She cried. The tears were running down her face, and gathering on her pillow.
As soon as his pants hit the floor he slapped her ass hard.
“Shut the fuck up and get read to learn what your pussy is for slut!”
“No Mike! Please!” She pleaded desperately.
Her pleas went unanswered as Mike brought the head of his dick to his younger sisters pussy. He didn't hesitate, he thrusted in tearing her hymen like the ribbon of a finish line. Mike reached up grabbed her hair with both hands and yanked as he started to drill her.
“Damn sis your pussy feels good!” He said as his hips smacked into her.
“Fuck you,” she said in tears.
Mike looked down and saw that his shaft was bloody from breaking her cherry. He wasn't grossed out by the sight of it—it fueled him even more, and he drove into her with even more force.
“Ugh ugh ugh ugh,” Katie grunted with every thrust.
Katie felt so disgusted in so many ways. She was disgusted by by the panting noise that her brother was making. She was disgusted by the sound of his hips smacking against her ass, and by the way that his balls felt as they slapped up against her with every thrust, but most of all she was disgusted with herself, because as gross as this whole thing was there was still a part of her that liked the way that it felt.
Mike's dick was bigger than any of the guys that she'd touched or seen. She had a little bit of experience with guys, but none of them were as big as he was. He felt huge inside of her, and he was stretching her hole to its max and even though she desperately wanted him to stop, and to apologize for what he done—there was still that part of her that didn't want him to stop. That loved the sweet burning sensation that his dick was giving her, and a part that liked the idea of being made his bitch. She loved her brother and even though she knew that what was happening was so wrong and gross, and disgusting, but at the same time there was a part of her that wanted to please him.
Mike slapped her ass again enjoying the sharp sound made against her tight ass cheek.
“You want to suck my bloody dick don't you?”
“Huh, What? Bloody?”
“Yeah, your cherry bleeds when you break it. You want to taste it?”
“NO.... That's so fucking gross Mike!”
Mike pulled himself out of her and yanked hard on her hair, spinning her around and bringing her face to his crotch. There wasn't a lot of blood but it was clearly visible and pink as it mixed with their body fluids.
“Open your mouth whore!” Mike demanded.
Katie shook her head no.
“Do it you fucking slut! Open your mouth and suck me clean!”
The tears were flowing and Katie was sniffling, but she did as he demanded. Mike thrust his dick deep into her gullet, yanking her head hard and slamming her face into his crotch. He made her take all eight-and-a-half inches into her mouth. He could feel her gagging as he held himself into her mouth, but that didn't stop him. He reached over and grabbed her garbage bin and brought it closer. He was sure that she was going to need it.
He could feel her stomach starting to convulse and he brought the bin up to her head and pulled out of her mouth. She threw up quite a bit into the pail, her stomach was contracting as she regurgitated the contents of her stomach into it.
When she was finished he jammed his dick back into her mouth, and started grudge fucking her face.
“Now you know your purpose little sis. God your mouth feels so damned good. You really know how to suck a guy off good. You belong to me now. You will do whatever I want whenever I want. Do you get me?”
Katie made no move as her brother fucked her mouth. His dick was way too big for her mouth and was stretching her lips and felt like a bus trying to drive down her throat.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard his words. He was telling her that she was his whore and that her purpose was to please him. And he said that she was doing it good. Was it stupid that having him compliment her felt good, and that those words carried some weight with her.
“Do you get me Katie. You are my whore now, and you'll do whatever I want!”
Katie nodded her head yes on his dick. What choice did she have. Her tears started really flowing. Partly with frustration because she knew that she couldn't stop what was happening, partly because she hated him, but mostly because as violently as he was treating her right now, she still loved him, and wanted to please him—to make him happy—even if it meant being his whore. Of course she nodded yes. She had to, and she wanted too. Kind of.
Katie got down on her knees next to his bed and Mike stood up as she did. Mike slowed his pace so that he could enjoy the way that his sisters lips and her mouth, and her throat felt as he slid himself in and out of her face.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” Their father bellowed into the room.
Mike looked over, startled. In all of the excitement he hadn't heard him come in. His hands hitched nervously, temporarily interrupting his slow and even rhythm. His instinct was to stop. To pull his dick from Katie's mouth and to cover himself, but he didn't do that. Instead he made himself continue.
Katie's head jerked back, but he caught a hold of her before she got off.
“Fucking Kaitie's face dad,” he said matter of factly.
“What the fuck Mike. She's your God damn sister!”
“I know dad, but she sucks dick soooo good!”
“Mike... Stop it now!”
Mike glanced down at his dad's crotch, as his father unconsciously adjusted himself. He could see the bulge in his dad's pants.
“Nah. How bout you give her a try dad. She'll suck you off too if you want.”
His father couldn't believe what was happening. How long had this shit been going on right under his nose. He knew that Katie dressed in skimpy clothes but he never thought she was actually a little slut. He couldn't help but to get hard at what he was seeing though. His son was fucking his daughter's head. Her hands were placed on his hips as Mike pelvis pumped back and forth. The kid was bringing every inch of his dick into his daughter’s head and he was kind of jealous. Leeanne never sucked him off like that and a part of him wanted to join his son.
He took a step forward switching his view back and forth between Mike and Katie.
“Come on dad. Katie is actually turning out to be quite a good little slut. I think she was born for it. I think this is her calling.”
Katie heard those words that her brother spoke as his dick was filling her mouth. He was using her like she didn't even matter. Like she were some inanimate object that he could treat without a care. She wasn't sure that she was born for this—not quite ready to own that—but at the same time it wasn't all that bad either.
She still wanted out though. She knew that he wanted to do more than just have sex this once. He wanted her to be his whore. She definitely wasn't ready for anything like that.
But daddy was there now, and she knew in her heart that he was about to stop this madness.
“Mike I think that's enough,” he said taking another step forward.
“Yeah, if you don't want to give her a shot why you got a boner then? Hmm?” Mike asked.
“I... Uhhh,” he said. “Shit Mike. It's been a while...”
“Oh fuck yeah sis, damn your lips feel so good wrapped around me. Dad don't know what he's missing you suck dick so fucking good,” and then he came. He came in gushes to and it oozed past her lips, and squirted down her throat.
Katie had to admit that she did kind of like it. Brother or not.
“You want to suck dad's dick too?”
She shook her head no, and started crying a muffled cry into his cock.
“What?” Their dad said. “Why not you bitch. Your sucking him off.”
That seemed to push him over the edge. He unzipped his pants, pulled himself out, and took the last two steps forward. Mike backed off and Katie sprung to her feet.
“God daddy please don't. Mike was making me do it.”
“I saw you. It didn't look like you were fighting him. Not one little bit. Come here you whore and do me like you were doing him.”
Katie held her hands up in a defensive position and shook her head no.
“Don't tell me no God dammit. Get back on your knees.”
Mike crossed his arms triumphantly and watched as his dad stepped in. Katie's tears were streaming down her face, her mascara was running, and her entire face was flushed. Their dad backed her into the same corner that mike had earlier, grabbed her by the hair, and forced her to her knees.
Both of the men that she had trusted in her life, the two that she believed in more than anyone else, had just betrayed her. Her dad dragged her to his knees and forced himself into her closed mouth. She could taste the days sweat from the factory on him and smell the grease from his pants. His hands were rough and calloused and felt like sandpaper against the skin of her face. His dick wasn't as big as Mike's but it was fatter and she had to work at not gagging as he forced himself into her throat. He was just as rough on her as Mike was, and his strong hands pulled roughly on her head making her suck him completely.
“Damn Mike you were right. She does suck a good dick. I want to make her swallow it!”
He started fucking her mouth faster humping into her head vigorously. He had both hands cupping the sides of her head and was pulling her forcefully onto him until her nose bounced off of his jeans.
“Oh Shit. Here it comes Katie. Swallow it all like a good little cum bucket!”
Katie cringed and tried to pull away from him, but he wasn't having it. She felt his hot load hitting the back of her throat and she had to fight the urge to puke. Her dad came three loads into her mouth, and she could taste the tinged goo.
As soon as he let up on her she tried to make a break for it. She bolted for the door, but Mike was right there and caught her in his quarterback arms. She kicked and screamed, but Mike was unconvinced.
“You want to sleep in my bed? Fine. But your gonna spread your legs and earn it bitch!”
Mike tossed her back to the bed and was back on top of her.
“Wait mike you had yours! It's my turn,” he whined.
Mike rolled off of his sister and his dad eagerly took his placed. Katie tried to kick and scream, but Mike covered her mouth while her father mounted her. He thrust into her deeply.
“Umph,” she said through Mike's hand.
“That's it Katie. Your pussy feels so good sweetie.”
It sounded so ridiculous to her ears. Hearing him say that, like he were praising her for a good report card or something, but he was praising her for being a good fuck. Katie's pussy started to really betray her at that point. It was sending wild and crazy pleasure sensations to her brain. Once again she flashed a little self hatred toward herself. As much as she wanted it to be awful it just wasn't. Her father was humping away at her pussy, and she wanted it to feel horrible, but it didn't.
This was the man that she had cuddled up against almost every night watching old movies, and sometimes even football. The one that tried to teach her to play catch even though she was a girly girl, and that she pretended to like it anyway. He was the guy that always gave her encouragement even if she wasn't good at something. She wanted him to stop, and yet she didn't. She wanted him to go away, but at the same time she wanted to keep giving him her pussy like it was her own personal ice cream and he was a happy kid that wanted to eat it.
Finally she gave in trying to fight it. It wasn't going to stop so she might as well lay there and enjoy it. If he wanted to fuck her then why not just go with it. Katie quit trying to squinch her legs together. Instead she opened them up wider so that he could have better access and penetrate her even deeper than he already was.
She let the sensations flow through her lower body without fighting it.
“So this is what it felt like to have sex,” She thought. “To be fucked,” something else from a deeper part of her mind said to her. “They aren't having sex with you. This isn't about love or passion, and there isn't anything at all romantic about it. They are using your pussy and your mouth for their pleasure baby... Get used to it because it won't be the last time that they make you do it.”
She finally let herself go completely. She accepted her new family role. She was no longer the semi-athletic, girly girl that wanted popularity and college, and a career, and finally a family.
From then on she decided... She was the family whore.