I hated my sister Lexi; she was eternally mean to me.
I don't know what came over me that day but I know why; my sister is hot and I had not been getting any lately. Lexi is one of those people who God gave everything to; looks, smarts, luck, love. Me; I was in a dry spell on the last two, I've never had looks but I've got enough smarts.
I was tired of her constant put-downs and humiliations, which went well beyond sibling rivalry. We both lived at home despite being in our early twenties; me because I didn't have the money to get my own place and she because our parents doted on her.
I just snapped. And something primal took over.
We met on the landing. She was coming out of the bathroom after a shower; one towel wrapped around her long hair, another around her body. I had just climbed the stairs, home from work and planning to collapse on my bed until hunger overcame tiredness.
I don't remember her caustic greeting and insult; maybe I never even took in the words.
The next thing I realised, I had her pinned with my hands on her wrists and my feet inside of hers, holding her legs in place as I held her against the wall.
She exclaimed, she screamed, she spat.
Then I hit her. I released one wrist and with my free hand I slapped her hard across the face, stunning her for a second. I'd never so much as touched her before.
I pulled out my work knife from the sheath on my belt and held the blade against her neck, which stopped her from being loud or struggling.
She saw the intent in my eyes and was cowed.
I told my sister exactly what I thought of her, describing the hell she had been in my life. I pressed the blade into her skin; it didn't break but it was leaving a mark.
I felt powerful and in control; dominant. I was hard too and the hormones flooded my brain and told me what to do next.
I tore the towel from her body, leaving my sister naked. With my other hand I reached in between her legs. She cried out against it but I told her she had no choice as my fingers slipped into her folds and up her vagina.
I pulled them out and tasted her; it was like the sweetest nectar. She was looking at me with horror and we both knew what was going to happen next.
I pulled her away from the wall, my knife still pointing menacingly at her. I pushed her towards her bedroom.
She was crying now.
At the threshold of her room, Lexi turned and said that I didn't have to do this to her and pleaded I with me to stop.
I pushed her to the bed and on to it, I made her lay back and spread her legs, she didn't resist. I let my cock out of my trousers with my free hand and climbed on top of her.
Lexi turned her face away and closed her eyes, awaiting the inevitable.
But instead I whispered into her ear. "In spite of it all; you're still my sister." Something had snapped back inside my head and my violent primal animal side had disappeared suddenly; some semblance of morality returned.
I sheathed my knife and climbed off the bed and left her room, pushing my cock back into my clothing and zipping up. I went back to my room and packed a bag.
For as long as I could remember, Lexi had watched me like a hawk. Any time I had stepped out of line she had told on me to my parents. She was rewarded, I was punished. I am certain she just made up transgressions too, because there were a lot of times when I hadn't known why I was being punished or I was accused of things I could not recall doing. She would tell on me this time and I would get punished as usual.
Given what had happened and since we were adults; I would get thrown out. That much was certain. She wouldn't call the cops; our parents would die of social shame if the police got involved.
I couldn't blame my parents really, Lexi was like a witch; they were under her spell, they couldn't help but fawn over her. And I had almost raped my sister; that was actually serious, so I was gone.
I picked up my bag containing a few prized possessions and some clothes and left my room. I walked down the stairs and through the house. I got to the front door when I heard noise behind me, indicating that Lexi was moving about. I opened the front door and walked through.
I was about to close it behind me when I heard my name called.
"Bobby!" Lexi yelled. But it was not a shout of anger or hate, it sounded like a plea.
I stopped; torn between slamming the door and leaving; moving on, and the alternative of turning back to find out why she called me in such a manner.
My curiosity overcame my anger and I looked back.
"Bobby, please! Don't go." Lexi said, tearfully.
"No choice." I replied. "They'll throw me out anyway."
"I won't tell them. They don't have to know." She said quietly.
I suddenly realised Lexi was still naked. Her slender form was beautiful; if she'd been shorter, she could have been a ballerina.
"Come back in; please!" She pleaded.
I did so, though a part of me still just wanted to leave, to run, to find a new life out there somewhere.
"So?" I asked, breaking a silence as we both stood in the living room. Her naked and me still holding my bag.
"I'm sorry Bobby; I'm so sorry. I've been so terrible to you all these years." Lexi said, weeping. "You're my brother, I . . . I should not have been like that. You deserved none of it. I'm sorry."
