In a stunned state, I sit on my bed, not looking at really anything as I stare forward. I still can't believe it happened. That my brother did that to me. After all, I'm his older sister. His family. I'm Marisol, his 19-year-old sister he grew up with. How could he do that to me? Why would he do that to me?
It happened over 2 hours ago, where I was going to take a shower, but he had the same idea. After a brief fight at the bathroom door, we both fell to the floor, only he fell on top of me and his dick went inside me. And then...he fucked me. Fucked me on the floor, face down. My own brother. Fucked me on the floor like some porno girl. Even came inside me.
After that, he went into the bathroom and took his shower, leaving me naked and fucked on the floor. As if he hadn't done anything bad at all. Like he didn't just fuck his sister.
I picked myself up, then went to my bedroom, where I've been since. I put on my pajamas, but other than that, I have just been sitting on my bed, still in shock over what's happened.
What do I do now? Do I talk to him about it? Do I tell on him? Who would I tell? And why did he do it? I'm so confused.
I gasp and nearly jump off my bed as my bedroom door is opened. It's not kicked open but is opened hard. It's opened in a manner that lets me know whomever is coming is pissed.
In walks my 18-year-old brother. He steps in, wearing his pajamas consisting of a tshirt and pajama bottoms. Only, he doesn't look like my brother. It is him, the same body, the same shape, etc, but now he looks different, strange and odd. Like he's possessed or something. It looks like him, but the eyes are different. The eyes look almost murderous.
"How could you?" My brother asks, no, demands. He looks me right in the eye and demands this, as if I've done something horrible. It's so shocking that I forget all that's happened, how he fucked me just a couple of hours ago. I mean, the way he says it, it's as if I murdered his pet or something.
"You knew you that. That you had something that could make me feel so great...and you hid it? You hid it from me. How could you?" He states in an accusing manner.
My mouth drops open. Of all the things I thought he could say or accuse me for, I didn't expect this. I thought for sure the first thing he would say to me was to apologize. That he would break down crying and say how he'll never forgive himself for what he did. That he lost himself in that crazy moment.
But no. Instead, he's made me the bad guy. That I'm the bad guy for not sharing my vagina with him. That I didn't go to him and say that he could fuck me whenever because it would feel so good for him.
I really don't believe this is happening. Has he gone crazy? In what world would any family member think they have a right to another family member's body part(s)? And the way he's so mad at me. It's so crazy and weird. He's mad because he thinks I was hiding some great secret from him instead of, you know, being normal.
"That's it. Get up,
NOW
," he demands, almost yelling the last word. When he does, it makes me remember our parents. If they hear noise, they will investigate. But then I consider if I want them to. Do I want to tell them what's happened? Do I want them to know what he's done? Or tell them what my brother thinks he has a right to?
No. I don't want them to know. I don't want anyone to know. This is something I think I'll take to the grave, as horrible as it is. It's between my brother and I.
Feeling myself go pale, I stand up off my bed. I'm not even sure why I do it. No, that's a lie. I do it because he's freaking crazy. Look at him. If I don't do as he wants, he might really go off the deep end. And also, there's a tingling inside of me that wasn't there before. Like an itch inside me that I know I won't be able to scratch. A very dark itch at that.
My brother walks towards me and I actually back up in fear. I back up into the wall as he calmly moves forward and grabs me by my shoulders. Then, forcefully he pulls me towards him, then spins me around, nearly knocking me over. Once turned, he pushes me forward, making me press against my wall.
"Wait please!" I beg as I feel his hands moving down my back. They press against me hard, pulling on my top on their way down. Then they reach my bottom, where he cups my ass on the outside of my pajamas. He gently squeezes my ass as if checking the firmness in a humiliating manner.
"You can't do this!" I beg as he squeezes my ass again, only harder. Now he uses both of his entire hands to feel my ass, groping away at it hungrily.
I swear I hear him whisper, "Oh really?" to my beg, as he snakes his hands around my front to grab my breasts. I gasp at this, feeling that same level of shock as before as he squeezes my tits over my top. He doesn't just squeeze but lifts them, seeing how large they are and how heavy. He begins to maul at them, groping them just as hungrily as he did my ass.
"Shut up bitch, you know you deserve this," he finally spits out and his words are filled with venom. There's no doubt at all that he believes I do deserve this. And that he deserves to get to grope me.
And then my younger brother grabs the waistband of my pajama bottoms...and yanks downward. They are forced down to my ankles, exposing my bare ass and womanhood.
I go into something of a daze as I feel this. No words come out, even if I tell myself to beg him to stop. My brother just pulled down my pajamas and can see my ass. Stunned, I just stand there as I feel his hands moving to the hem of my shirt.
He grabs the hem of the back of my shirt and lifts. In my daze, when he pulls on my shirt upward and my arms prevent him from pulling my shirt off, I slowly lift them up. He then pulls my shirt off completely, exposing my bare breasts and back now. I'm not sure why I just helped him but in this mood, he might be dangerous.
I'm naked now. Naked, in my room. Naked in front of my brother...again. My brother just stripped me naked. This can't be happening.
Oddly I hear and feel him step back. I'm not sure what he's doing but he doesn't say anything for a long while. I hear his increased breathing, but no words or even mutterings. But I do hear a weird clicking noise, which I can't make out.
"Turn around," he then orders in that same crazed tone. Hearing this, I notice how warm I feel. My skin is very warm, as if aroused. The dark tingle I feel has grown too. It's built up right in my gut, almost like a butterflies in the stomach sort of feeling.
I know a part of the reason I feel like this is, how in charge he's being. No one has ever been so strict or demanding with me before. Never to the point I got actually worried for my safety. I never knew that something like that would be so, interesting. I've never got into super-kinky stuff like bondage or slapping or whatever, but this...this feels dark...and good.
Slowly I turn around to complete his demand, one arm over my chest, the other cupping my womanhood. When I face him, I see what he's doing, or what he's been doing; taking pictures. He has his cell out and has it aimed at me. His finger is tapping away at the screen, no doubt taking pic after pic of me like this, naked and scared of him.
Seeing this almost makes me faint. My brother is taking naked pictures of me. And who knows what he's going to do with them. Share them with friends? Put them online? But I know neither. The way he's doing all this is as if I'm his secret. From the sounds of it, he wants them so he can look at them whenever he wants. That he would never show anyone this secret thing he's found.
"Don't be a stupid bitch, hands behind your back," he states bluntly and angry. Looking down and blushing, I do as he wants and move both hands behind my back. When I do, he sees everything fully. I know earlier when he fucked me he saw me naked, but that was brief encounter. Now he's actually able to see everything. He's able to see my bare breasts, with both nipples pierced, my womanhood, which is completely shaved and even the small tattoo I have on my hip that I've hidden from him and my parents.
