The Diary of Roxy Sanders

Entry Two

I really hate the morning after clubbing. My head hurts, my ears are ringing and my older brothers ALWAYS seem to be having an argument that I have to be witness to. But, this is usually my Sunday morning.

"My God, you two!!! I yell from the kitchen, "If y'all wanna act like you're five, do it somewhere else, my head is killing me!"

"So what else is new?" laughs my brother, Jake, "Boozing Roxy has a headache."

"Shut up," I said, slapping him and watching him walk away, laughing.

I roll my eyes and decide I'm not ready to face Sunday yet, so, with a cup of coffee in hand, I head back upstairs.

Back at my desk, I decide to write a little more about last night ....

Dear Diary, Last night, as you know was totally hot! I don't think I'll ever see Garrett again, but I do have to say, that was one of the BEST nights at a club I've had in a long time.

"Sis?" said John, my other brother, poking his head inside my bedroom door.

"What?!!?" I yell back, slamming my pen down and closing my diary.

"I'm going out to play some football with the guys, just wanted you to know," he said.

"That's cool, have fun," I answer, "Is Jake going with you?"

"No, he rented a bunch of movies last night so he's gonna stay in and watch them," he said, leaving my door half open and disappearing.

After confirming that he was gone, I slam my door and get back to what I was doing.

Anyway, as I was saying, even if I never see Garrett again, I have no complaints about last night. Even though Melissa puked in my car on the way home, all in all, it was an awesome night. I think I'll grab a shower and see if I can come alive. Maybe me and the girls can hang out at the mall today. Until later, Love, Roxy.

(That evening ....")

"Hey, Jake," I said, coming in and throwing my bags onto the couch, "How were the movies?"

"Fine, I guess," he said, not even looking up, "Back so soon from spending the family fortune?"

"What the hell is your problem?" I ask, heading into the kitchen for a soda.

Just then, Jake flips the television off and follows me.

"Think I'll go to my room," I say, walking back into the living room and snatching up my shopping bags.

Seconds later, I hear footsteps behind me.

"Jake, something wrong?" I ask, throwing my bags onto my bed.

"Nothing's wrong," he says, taking a seat, "Nothing at all."

"Okay then, scram so I can get ready for a shower," I say, pushing him off the bed and towards the door.

But, he doesn't budge.

"I mean it, Jake, go so I can take a shower," I repeated.

Suddenly, he stands and faces me with a look on his face like I've never seen before.

He grabs me and pulls my body towards his, linking his arms around my waist. I try to push him away, but it's no use, he's too strong and too big.

"Let me go!!! What the hell are you doing?" I ask, still trying to break free.

He leans his face close to mine and whispers, "I read your diary, Roxy. I had no idea my sister was such a slut."

Of course this angers me, so I slap him. What right did he have to read my diary? What right did he have even being in my room?

He stands there, completely quiet, but not stunned that I have slapped him. So, I slapped him again, only harder this time.

He reaches back and grabs a handful of my hair and shoves his mouth hard onto mine. His breath tastes like Doritos and Pepsi, and it's hot on my lips. I'm trying with all I have to push him away, even trying to grab his hand to at least release my hair, but neither works.

After our kiss, he slowly moves me towards my bed, gently guiding me on top of the black satin comforter. This was a side of Jake I never even knew existed. He was always the quiet one, having taken Dad's absenteeism the hardest. John and I were always the outgoing, active ones.

As I stared up into my brother's eyes, I saw a change come over him, almost like shackles had been removed and he was a free man now.

"Take off your shirt and bra, bitch, I want to see those tits you were bragging about in your diary," he says, as his fingers unzip his jeans.

At first, I'm speechless. Yes, I do love showing off my tits, but this was my brother! So, with trembling fingers, I sit up and slip off my shirt and release the clasps holding my bra on. I'm too shy to drop the bra, so, Jake reached over and yanked it from my grips.

"Oh my God, I had no idea your tits would be that hot," he said, licking his lips and pulling his jeans down just enough to pull his cock out.

My eyes were immediately drawn to his shaft. Like Garrett, Jake's cock was also long and thick and bubbling with pre cum. Jake was a good seven inches long, something I never would have guessed in a million years.

He instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed while he stroked his fat cock just inches from my gaping mouth.

"Suck my cock, Roxy," he whispered, slowly stroking his meat.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Jake," I said, looking up at him, most likely with a scared pathetic look on my face.

"You don't seem to understand. I'm not giving you a choice here," he snapped, grabbing my head and lunging it forward.

I gasped and grabbed his hips, trying to keep my mouth off my brother's cock, but again, he was too strong and he eventually prevailed.

His pre cum was very salty, very warm and his cock smelled of his cologne. The first couple of inches weren't that hard to fit into my mouth. It wasn't until I got half way down that I began to gag, of course to his enjoyment. He gripped my hair and pushed my mouth closer, giving the last couple inches their open door. I dug my long nails into his hips, but he didn't seem to care. My brother was fucking my mouth, against my will, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Jake really started getting into it and he began thrusting his hips, pumping his large cock further into my tight throat. His cock tip bumped my tonsils, coating them with pre cum. Soon, I realized, the more I gagged, the further he pumped. So, common sense told me to keep it quiet and he may let up, but that was a stupid assumption. All my silence did was anger him and he gripped my hair tighter and plunged his dick, balls deep down my throat.

He began to call me names like whore and slut and the best cock sucker he'd ever met. As he pumped faster, he told me over and over that he wanted this to become our routine. He wanted me to be his on call slut, service him whenever and wherever he wanted.

Well, there was no way in hell I was going to agree to this, but I knew if I didn't tell him something to his satisfaction, this oral assault could go on longer. So, eventually, I agreed, but I think he sensed that I didn't mean it.

Finally, he'd had enough and he pushed my mouth off his dick, slinging me backwards onto my bed. I sat there with a stunned look on my face, feeling as though I would vomit any second. He had not cum in my mouth, but plenty of his pre cum had slithered down my throat.

"Tell me to fuck you, bitch," he whispered, again stroking his cock, "Say it!!"

"Please, Jake," I moan, "We don't have to do this. Listen, I'll jack you off, whatever you want, but please, I don't wanna fuck you."

Again, he reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair, "What was that?"

"Jake!!! Stop, please!!!" I yell, but my pleas go unheard.

He pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of me. I see the anger in his eyes and his breaths are coming short and fast. I know, at this point, there's no way to stop him.

He grabs my hands with his left hand and pins them over my head, instantly squeezing them and causing my fingertips to go cold. With his right hand, he grabs his cock and slowly guides it to my pussy, gently pushing his thick dick head inside my lips, forcing me open.

"Oh, fuck, Roxy, goddamn," he moans, right before he jams his dick inside me.

I can't even look at him. I turn my head away and squeeze my eyes closed, refusing to watch my brother have his way with me. He releases my hands and instructs me to grab the headboard tightly and don't let go until he tells me to. My blood runs cold as ice through my veins and my fingertips are tingling as I lace them around the intricate wrought iron metal headboard.

He props himself up on his knuckles and uses his thigh to push my legs open so he can fuck me deeper. I can hear his heart banging in his chest and his breaths are so hot they almost burn my eyelashes off.

"Open your eyes, bitch," he whispers, plunging his dick into me with no warning.

I begin to shake and slowly open my eyes. For a second or two, I struggle to focus, only to see him hovering over me like some rapist in the night. His eyes are locked on mine and his body is so heavy on top of me. I wanna fight him, I swear I do, but I just can't seem to bring myself to do it. My body is quickly betraying me and my thoughts are racing to the night before when I was bent over that pool table with Garrett. Maybe I am a slut. Maybe I just enjoy sex way too much. Whatever the reasoning was, I was beginning to enjoy this, brother or no brother, his cock was amazing.

I slid up the bed a bit and locked my fingers through the headboard even tighter. I brought my legs up and wrapped them around Jake's hips, using my feet to push into his ass, egging him on further.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like this, you slut," he said, giving me a look of total disgust, "I knew after reading your diary it wouldn't be hard to get you on your back."

I didn't care anymore. I knew this was wrong, but I just didn't care. His cock felt so good inside me, almost like it was vibrating against my pussy walls, making them wrap around him and urge him in further. I didn't care if he thought I was a slut, at this point, I was a slut, my brother's slut.

I raised my hips and fucked up to him as he forced his dick in, slamming his balls into my body and reaching down to molest my tits. He pinched my nipples and pawed my breasts, making them burn and ache. The entire bed rocked and the headboard punched the wall with each force driven thrust.

My silent whimpers became moans of lust and jumbled words as my brother fucked me. His cock pistoned in and out, getting more and more lubed with each thrust until my pussy was making loud sloshing sounds.

"Oh, fuck, you're wet," he groaned, "So fucking wet, I wanna fuck you everyday."

"Don't stop, Jake" I moaned, "My pussy's begging for your cum!!"

"That's right, bitch, your pussy needs my dick, it always has. I watch you prancing around the house in your short shorts and tight tops, begging me to fuck you without ever saying a word," he hissed in between thrusts.

Suddenly, Jake stopped and yanked his cock from my the confines of my sloppy wet pussy. He stared at me for a moment and then flipped me over onto my stomach.

"I want this ass before I cum," he said, getting up on his knees and placing his cock tip to my rim.

"Oh, God, Jake, no, please no!!" I begged, remembering my ex boyfriend's dick in my ass, remembering that I bled for two days afterwards.

"Shut up, Roxy," he said, smacking my ass and parting my cheeks, "In case you haven't noticed, you have no say here."

My knees were shaking and my arms felt like rubber trying to hold me up as he pulled me up to all four's. I closed my eyes again and gripped the wrinkled comforter with my fists. I almost fainted when I felt his cock head digging its way inside my ass. I bit my bottom lip hard and squeezed the blanket so tight, my fingers began to tingle.

Jake grabbed my hips and slowly slid his monster cock inside my ass. Thankfully he was still wet from my pussy, so it wasn't as painful as it could have been. Suddenly, my asshole was full and my body was beginning to accept it. After he had gotten the entire length of his dick inside me, he slowly began to thrust, making me feel as if his cock tip was in my stomach each time.

"Surprises me to see your asshole is so tight, Roxy, with you being the slut you are, I figured it would be a gaping hole," he whispered, then smacking my ass again.

The burn and the tingle sent shock waves through my body and my elbows struggled even harder to keep me up. I opened my eyes again and arched my back a little to take the pressure off, and to my relief, my asshole was beginning to lube up.

"Yeah, that's it, arch that back, slut," Jake said, gripping my hips like a vice, "Feed me that asshole."

I arched my back even further and launched my asshole hard around his cock, swallowing him balls deep. I resigned myself to the fact that either I fight this and end up sore and hurt, or give in and do what I do best and maybe he and I could enjoy this together.

As with Garrett, the night before, again the room began to spin. My stomach muscles tightened up and I struggled with all I had to keep myself up. I leaned forward, sliding my brother's cock from my ass, just to the tip, then slammed him back up, causing us both to scream out. I reached down and pressed two fingers into my swelling clit and rub it furiously. Our bodies rocked and together we were about to bring on the hardest hitting orgasm either one of us had ever experienced.

Through my panting and groaning, I urged Jake on, begging him over and over to cum in my asshole. He would answer back with his own groans and panting and the occasional ass slap that would almost bring tears to my eyes.

"Oh, God, Jaaaaaaaaaake!!!!!" I screamed, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!!!!"

"Fucking do it, slut, cum all over yourself!!!" he yelled, plunging his dick and out of my asshole like a mad man, "Tell me to cum in your ass!! Do it!!! Fucking tell me to shoot my load in your ass, bitch!!!"

"Oh!! Oh!!!! Pleeeeeeeease, God, please, Jake, shoot your load in my ass!!!" I screamed as my orgasm almost knocked me flat on my face.

One pump .... Two pumps ..... Three pumps ...... "OHHHHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!" he yelled, "Take that you fucking slutty ass bitch!!!!!"

And, just like that, my ass became the home of my brother's seed. He plunged his dick in me so far I almost puked from the pressure. My asshole was burning and aching and feeling so full I could barely move. My heart was racing and my vision was so blurry I couldn't make out objects five feet from my eyes. I finally collapsed, face first, onto my bed, breathing so hard I felt as though I might have a heart attack.

Jake slowly slid his spent cock from my raw asshole and zipped his jeans back up. I could hear him breathing hard too and mumbling something under his breath. At this point, I didn't know nor care what he was doing or saying.

He leaned down, one knee on the bed and smacked my sore ass again and kissed my shoulder blade.

"I know where to come now when I need to bust a nut," he whispered, then stood up laughing and walking out of my room.

For awhile I just laid there, trying to calm my heart beat and smoothe out my breathing. My asshole was still aching and I knew this would be painful tomorrow, but, as I said last night, what a kickass entry for my diary.

And now that I've put this conquest down in writing, I think I'll go to bed. All that shopping today and being my brother's slut for two hours really zaps the energy. Until tomorrow .....

Love, Roxy