One thing about most of my stories is they go on. And on. And on again. Which is fine, but I wanted to see if I could manage a half-decent story that doesn't. Turns out I can't. So, again, this is probably too long a story; this time about what happens when two burglars find out that the home they are raiding is not as empty as they thought. This story contains reluctance - though everything is, ultimately, consensual - as well as gay sex, straight sex and incest. You have been warned. If this does not sound like your thing, please can I request that you close the story down and look elsewhere for your entertainment. Thank you.
Harry woke, suddenly. He couldn't figure out why, but - in his half-asleep state - he had been convinced that he had heard a strange sound coming from his younger sister's bedroom.
Not, he quickly realised, the
usual
sounds that came from Ellie's bedroom, mind. Yes, there had been a gasp, but it had sounded like...
Harry tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. He had been dreaming about Louisa, a perky little blonde from university who had taught Harry all about the things that happen when a boy and a girl love each other very much - or, at least, wanna fuck. It had been a nice dream, Harry knew. His hard-on was testament to that.
But he couldn't go to sleep. In his head, he kept hearing that weird gasp from Ellie's room and, the more he repeated the sound in his head, the more it had sounded like a cry that had been cut off in its prime.
He tried, again, to ignore it, but found it impossible. It was likely his sister was playing with herself and had failed to completely keep the noise down. Only...it hadn't quite sounded like that...
"Fuck it," Harry muttered as he got out of bed. The light on his alarm clock told him it was just after midnight. "I'll just stand outside the door. If she is frigging herself, I'll hear and then everything will be fine and maybe I can get some fucking sleep!"
Harry padded out into the hallway in his boxers, which was all he ever wore to bed. Of course, when Louisa was over, he didn't even bother with those! But it was two days to Christmas and Uni had let out. Ellie was similarly finished for the holidays at college, where she was a few months from taking about seventy A-levels.
He stood outside his sister's door and put his ear to it. He couldn't hear anything at first and so he assumed he had been mistaken. His parents were away on a cruise around Scandinavia for Christmas, leaving Harry and Ellie alone during the holidays for the first time, so it couldn't have been them.
Harry shrugged. Maybe his sister had been masturbating, had gotten off, and was now sleeping. That sounded like a plan. Harry gripped his erection through his boxers and decided to go back to bed, wank off and then, perhaps, he could get back to...
There it was again. Not a gasp - not as such. More a moan. But not a sex moan. Harry had some experience with sex moans from Louisa and had heard his sister getting herself off in the bathroom earlier that night. This moan was not like that.
And then he heard the voice.
"You said it would be empty, you fuckwad," the voice hissed.
"It
should
have been," came a reply that was not quiet. It was a voice Harry vaguely thought he recognised, but he dismissed this thought as he awoke, fully, to the realisation that there were at least two strange people in his sister's bedroom. The moan he had heard suggested that they were preventing her making a noise, which - along with their conversation - further suggested that she had not invited them in.
"Quiet, you fucking wanker," hissed the first voice again.
"Why?"
"Because, dickhead," the first voice hissed back, "she was going to cry out. That suggests that maybe she's not alone in this place. For fuck's sake," the voice continued, "you've really fucked this one up, Jay."
"Sorry, Tee," came the reply, a little quieter.
Something in the back of his mind tried to catch Harry's attention, but he ignored it. It was now clear that two - at least two - males were in his sister's room and they weren't expected.
What Harry did next was both the bravest and the stupidest thing he'd ever done. The house was a bungalow, so there were no creaky stairs to go down. In the kitchen, just a few dozen steps away, there were pans, knives and his father's beloved barbecue fork with the huge prongs that were impressive, but impractical. In the bathroom were an uncountable number of sprays, spritzers and other things he could spray in the faces of the intruders. Hell, in his room he had an old cricket bat.
Harry got none of these things. Even the thought of calling the police never occurred to him until much later. Instead, unarmed and alone, he burst into his sister's room, yelling out "who the fuck are you?"
He got two steps into the room before he realised that only one intruder was in front of him, one arm pulling Ellie's own arms behind her and the other hand tight across her mouth, preventing her from crying out. The intruder wore a full-face balaclava that exposed his eyes, a dark, brown nose and thick, dark lips and nothing more. He was a little taller than Ellie's own six feet and built very muscly indeed.
Harry didn't have time to turn before hot pain burst across the back of his head and his vision went swimmy and filled with flashing lights.
"Another one?" The first voice - Tee - was hissing in fury.
"Sorry, Tee" repeated Jay, who came up behind Harry and pinned him in a mirror image of how Tee was holding Ellie.
"Anyone else at home," Tee asked, staring at Harry. "Don't lie to me, fucker, or I'll break her pretty little neck." To emphasise his point, Tee forced Ellie to her knees and twisted her head around a little. The look of pain and terror in Ellie's eyes convinced Harry this was serious.
He still wanted to lie, but realised there was little point. If there
had
been someone else in the house, the shout he had given on entering the room, not to mention the noise of his being struck across the head would likely have sent them in here to investigate.
Harry couldn't speak with the hand across his mouth, so he simply shook his head.
"OK," Tee said, in a more normal voice and hauled Ellie back up. "I'm gonna release your gob then," he hissed in her ear. "But I warn you not to make a fucking sound or you'll regret it for however long I let you live. Understand?"
Ellie, still frightened, nodded. Tee removed his hand from her mouth, tentatively. Ellie made no sound beyond a whimpering sob. Tee said nothing about it.
The thing in the back of Harry's mind started waving flags, beeping horns and whistling to try and get his attention, but he was either too dazed, or (more likely) too distracted to notice it.
It was his sister who was distracting him. Like Harry himself, Ellie was sleeping in only a simple garment - in her case a nightdress with Stitch from
Lilo and Stitch
on the front of it. Harry recognised it as the one he had bought for her when he had last seen her, back in October, when he had made an unexpected visit home for the weekend to join the family in celebrating her 18
th
birthday.
What he hadn't realised was just how the nightdress was a little too small so that, whilst it - barely - covered the essentials, it was too tight across the breasts, stretching the material a little and emphasising their shape. This had the added, unintended, consequence of pulling the nightdress up at the front to a height that was only just below scandalous.
Harry loved his sister, obviously. But he had never really
