The following very dark story has themes of incest, misogyny, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
Author's note: As promised, this story retcons "Yes, I Tricked and Forced My Sister Ch. 03"
Yes, I Tricked and Forced My Sister: The Real Ending
A booming, loud gasp comes out of me, shaking me to my very core as the horrid daydream/nightmare finishes in my mind. The last images of it refuse to leave, forcing me to relive the ending of it, where my parents and sister managed to get the better of me, forcing me to walk down my own street naked, then leaving me on a park bench to be fucked in the ass by any and all perverts, starting with my own father.
"Please! Not there," my mother begs loudly, her voice helping to bring me back to reality.
At this I blink several times, trying to clear all the cobwebs out of my system. The way I feel is when you come down after a joint is finished in your system. Where you are returned to the world as it is and are no longer floating.
Looking down, I see my mother, naked as can be, bent over the kitchen table, her hands tied behind her back. I've put the fake gun to the back of her head, pressing it down hard to scare her. Unlike before she remains perfectly still, too scared to struggle due to what I'm about to do.
Memories of what is happening quickly come back to me. They come fast and hard as this night has been so fucking crazy. To be honest, I'm not even sure it's been real. I wouldn't be surprised if I've been hit by a car and this is my dying dream.
Then I remember taking the blue and purple pill. At this memory everything seems to click and make sense. All falls into place and gets explained.
I took the pill after subduing my mom, which was right after she tried to attack me. I had left her bent over the kitchen table while preparing to leave, but she managed to get her hands free. Surprising me, she charged me, hoping to take me down and get the gun before I could stop her. But I managed to get the fake gun and point it at her, where she comically ran right into it, the gun sliding into her mouth.
As she charged me, there was such hate on her face for me. She didn't know I was her son. She believed me to be some evil rapist, here to violate her entire family. Which admittedly I did by fucking her as well as her daughter.
I know that hate is because she loved it. She didn't just like the sex, but all of it. From her husband being cucked to seeing her daughter used like a whore. She enjoyed being made helpless, just as much as she enjoyed being humiliated and used. There's no hiding that from me as I felt how wet she was when I fucked her.
In any case I made her bend over the kitchen table again and tied her hands behind her again. Only this time I wrapped the rope several times as well as made it very tight. There was no chance of her slipping free this time. She, like my father and sister where bent over the kitchen table, all in a helpless position to be fucked.
It was when I got them like this that I was able to take a quick break. Standing behind them like this, they aren't able to see me or what I'm doing. It was then I knew I was going to need help in doing what needed to be done. I had promised my mother that I would fuck her in the ass for trying to attack me. The only problem was that I had already cummed too many times.
That's why I decided to take "the pill." Even if this is the craziest night ever and I've never been more aroused, my dick and balls were just too worn out. I needed help to be able to keep going as I wanted to do.
The pill is a drug that is supposed to keep your dick hard as long as you want as well as make you want to keep going. It pumps you full of arousal and makes you want to fuck all night long. Not sure if it has XTC or something else in it, but it's supposed to make you a monster all night.
I heard about the pill online in the CNC forums that I was tracking my sister in. Guys talking about how they take it before they capture their victim so they can literally go all night. That they wear their victims out after taking it to break them emotionally. This makes it easier for them to get away with what they've done as it doesn't make the victim want to call the police.
So, I went to my local head shop and purchased some as for some reason it is legal. The only place you can get it is in the head shops, which means it'll probably be banned in the next year. But just in case the night went well, I purchased several of them in case I need to use them again.
Needing to take it, I found my pants, took the pill from the small pocket and swallowed it. I remember reading the package earlier and it did say it worked fast. Judging by how real that fucking nightmare was, I would say it's already taken affect.
Feeling as if I just came from a different dimension, I have to remind myself of what I've done tonight. It all started with my sister, Tiffany. She set up a CNC fantasy with whom she thought was a stranger, only it was me. I had spied on her computer and set it all up, going so far as to come hours early to throw her off as she thought her "rapist" was coming later.
Everything was going fine, from me pretending I was sleeping at a friend's house so my sister wouldn't know it was me, to the hour I got to use her, abuse her and fuck her over and over the house. I was getting to do everything I wanted to do, and she was taking it all as she wanted it. Hell, I even made her orgasm from being spanked.
But then my parents came home early. They were supposed to be gone all night long, and return tomorrow. They just had to come home early and fuck everything up. And they came home at the worst possible moment as the moment they open the back door, they heard my sister cumming.
Not seeing any other option I pointed the fake gun at them to hold them hostage. With their involvement, the cops would be called at some point, most likely after I left. If it was just my sister, she wouldn't have called anyone. She would have taken what I did to her and been happy, thinking up ways to excuse the bruises. But if my parents knew what happened?
It's not like I had much of an option on how to get out of this. The only plan I could think up would entail my father fucking my sister so his DNA would mix with mine, which was already inside of her, making it impossible to trace that the rapist was me.