I recently graduated from high school and am moving out soon. This experience happened while I was a freshman. I grew up in a very loving home, typical dad and mom, and 2 older sisters. I was just turning 15 at the time, my second sister being 19 and my oldest sister being 26. The oldest moved out on her own after a fight with my parents when she was a teenager, she was always rebellious and enjoyed sneaking out. In turn, once she left, my parents became extremely strict. My second oldest sister was not allowed to date until she graduated, and by then, we were both very shy, and both of us just enjoyed girly things that did not involve boys whatsoever. I think of myself as the most shy. I never wear anything too revealing. I did sort of “grow up” a lot right before freshman year, and my clothes were a bit tighter than usual. I’m 5’6”, have long black hair and brown eyes. Light skinned. And I have a very curvy and innocent looking body. The kind of girl you don’t really notice she has an ass until you catch her wearing pj shorts, kind of innocent. And that was mostly me. Wouldn’t wear anything too revealing during school, but would get comfortable at home since it was mostly girls and dad. Dad was hardly ever home, and we live in a very small and casual town.
Once my second oldest sister was finally allowed to date, guys sprang up out of nowhere. She had a very attractive body and is incredibly good looking. I consider myself the ugly duckling, and mostly kept to myself overall. She’s the typical Instagram sweetheart. And by the time she was 19, she picked a guy who was the typical jock and asshole. He came over a few nights to introduce himself, and you could tell he was only polite enough to score brownie points with the parents. I knew my sister was definitely a virgin by the time they started dating. She was easily manipulated, and I swear it must have been their 3rd week together, I could hear them having sex in her room while the parents were out at work. And by “having sex” it was more like him fucking her brains out. It was always fast and hard, you could hear it through the walls. She would always come out with her hair all over the place and face red, and a few times I would actually hear her crying. He was really into slapping and choking, and she wasn’t built for that treatment at all. I tried bringing it up since we were very close at the time. She seemed embarrassed and wouldn’t say much. I could tell this asshat was abusing her, and she had no one to turn to.
During the summer, my dad usually takes a long trip out of town to visit his parents out of state. It’s always a 2 month thing, and it would happen every year. Our mom works Mon-Fri at the city hospital, which is a good distance from our town. She’d always leave promptly by 6:40AM, and wouldn’t get home sometimes until after 7pm. I noticed jock asshole began to time her schedule, and would make quick appearances enough to fuck my sister, make her cry, and leave. It became a sort of horrible routine. I could tell she’d sometimes want to hide. He began making his own way inside our house, grab her hand, and lead her to her room, or sometimes even our parents room. Followed by countless thrusts and grunts, and a few audible “please stop, you’re hurting me” she was just never brave enough to say no, or ask him to stop.
I know now, I should have told someone. This guy was a red flag from the start. But I was scared, and shy, and wouldn’t know who to turn to. My sister was my rock, and here she was being molested and abused. I wanted her to say something. I wanted her to be the one to end it. I would bring it up and she’d usually cry. Sometimes she’d even consider it, and I would gain hope.
Then, the most unexpected thing happened. In that fucked up summer, my sister got in a car accident, and had to be taken to the hospital. I remember it was a Thursday morning, and my mother called me while I was out with a friend. She said she’d stay the night up at the hospital, and that she’d come back Friday or Saturday depending on how things were. She didn’t want to worry me, and asked if I could stay home to watch the house. We have a lot of animals, and my mother didn’t seem too concerned. Luckily my sister was fine enough to be responsive, but not fine enough to come home just yet. My mother then asked me to make sure to call Josh, the jock asshat. And let him know I was alone, and that my sister was hurt. Calling him was the last thing on my mind. I said that I would and hung up. I felt so lost and upset that I wasn’t up in the city with my sister. I left my friend’s house and made my way back home. Our house was the furthest up a mountain, and the isolation made me feel even worse. Around 5pm, my mother called again. She said she would definitely stay the night, and called josh herself to let her know everything was okay. Josh had asked to drive me up to the city, in his typical nice guy act, but my mother said no. She didn’t want to worry us, and that my sister was fine. She might be home Friday night, or Saturday. It would all depend.
I didn’t think of it at the time. I couldn’t possibly have imagined anything would happen. I thought I was home alone for the night, it’s the summer, and mom would be home tomorrow. It didn’t even cross my mind that josh knew I was home all by myself. We would barely even talk to each other, a few texts here and there. It barely even crossed my mind that this guy knew where our spare keys were, and how to get into our house. I was too naive, and I wasn’t smart enough to connect the dots at the time. I was too upset about my sister, and couldn’t fathom the idea of him breaking in.
I woke up late that night to a loud bang. My heart was racing, already nervous about being alone. It didn’t take much to wake me up. I remember hearing some really fast running after the door shut, and a part of me even thought it might have been mom that made it back home. I got out of bed wearing nothing but a loose white tank top, and some smaller sized pj shorts. I had worn these since middle school, and now they seemed almost skin tight. I felt the comfiest in them, and never thought anyone would ever see me in them. They were pink and had small ducks on the print.
I saw Josh run across my room and lock the opposite door. I didn’t have time to react. I remember asking “what is going on” without ever getting an answer. He was breathing weird, like he had been running for hours. I could tell he’d sometimes grab his crotch and move himself around as he locked the doors. Even then, I didn’t know what to think. He was breathing like an animal and acted very out of the ordinary. I got out of bed and shakily asked again “josh, what is it?” – he looked at me one time, but not at all in my eyes. He was staring at my crotch, the shorts had now formed a small cameltoe around me as they rode up. He immediately turned off the lights and grabbed me. This is when I knew everything was completely wrong.
He didn’t say a single word. He pushed me into my bed and began groping me. When my small tits didn’t satisfy him, he grabbed me over my shorts and moaned. He knew exactly where to touch me. I remember being somewhat embarrassed, I had never been touched before. I didn’t know how to react. He grabbed me hard over my shorts until I cried out. He was pulling me down there in a way that seemed like he wanted to tear me. I began to cry, because I knew where this was headed. I had heard it countless times before. He was going to rape me, and he wouldn’t even need to stop. He had me all night to himself, and his usual restraints did not apply to me tonight. The next few minutes are a blur. One second he’s groping me, another he has his dick in my mouth. I’m gagging and choking on it, and I remember him continuously ramming in at the back of my throat. I felt I was going to die. It didn’t fit completely in my mouth, and I would black out every time he’d ran it to the back of my mouth. He wouldn’t let me breathe. I just laid there and took it. Another second he has his face down on my thighs biting me. Another, he has my shorts off and my thighs back on my chest and he’s eating me. I was 15, young, oblivious to everything at the time. I was unshaven, and I remember distinctly him saying “you’re fucken dirty down here, but your asshole tastes amazing”
He fucked me for the entire night. I lost my virginity with my face on a pillow, and my ass up to his face. I remember feeling a stinging pain as he entered me. He wasn’t gentle. He pushed my head down onto the pillow and rammed himself into me. I had never imagined myself being in that position. I always pictured my first time being romantic and gentle, on my back staring at my soulmate. And here I was, getting fucked on all fours by the biggest asshole in the world. The thrust repeated, one after the other. I would say “please josh stop” or “please I promise not to tell anyone” and those please would only make it more unbearable. His hands were on my hips, and I would try pushing him away. He began fingering my asshole after several different positions. It wasn’t as nice as you’d expect it to be. There was blood, a lot more crying, and a lot of him licking it all up. I felt so alone. I’d cry out several times, but I knew no one could hear. And so did he. The bed frame would shake in the same intervals I’d remember my sister’s bed would shake.
I remember the sun coming up when he finally finished. I looked down and could see blood. My asshole ached like it never had before, and I could see my pussy red with scratches and slightly tingling from the pain. He came in my mouth and forced me to swallow. He kept asking me how old I was while I ate it all. He left me there crying that morning, and I cried harder than I ever had before.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/crmlz5/raped_by_my_sisters_boyfriend_fm_rape
As a reminder, all my stories are fiction. I do not condone rape and never will.