“You sure you’ll be okay Sky?”
“I’ll be fine. See ya tomorrow Issy.”
“Sure? There’s noone else here.”
“Sure. Besides you can’t stay. Remember your date?”
“Oh shit! I almost forgot! See ya Sky!”
I wave her bye as I gather my things, chuckling to myself. No wonder she lost her angel of an ex. He used to accept when she stayed out late or even missed date nights. He would send her flowers when she missed stuff. Once, they’d planned a whole weekend together and she forgot, leaving him stranded when she didn’t turn up at the meet up spot on the cruise. That was when he ended it. Now it’s just tinder hookups and month long relationships for her. She still drunk cals him though. He doesn’t care.
I wince as I lift my bag. It’s heavy and my shoulders are killing. Tennis will do that to you. Especially three days in a row. I drop my bag and roll my shoulders, glancing at the showers. *Nah, I’ll shower at home. It’s safer.* With a deep breath, I lift my bag on to my shoulder and walk out, down the empty hallway. I wave at the receptionist working late and smile at her, handing her my card.
“I’ll be back in a few days Z.”
“Okay, take care.”
She smiles warmly at me as I leave. I walk to my car, a crappy 2010 Ford that doesn’t respond to the fob. I pull the key out and manually unlock the door before pulling it open. The alarm beeps inside – 8 beeps until the alarm goes off. *I need this fixed* I sigh as I jump in and start the engine before turning it off again. I climb back out and open the back door, throwing my gym bag inside. I shut the back door.
“Get in.”
I feel the knife press against my skin.
“Are you deaf? Get in. Now.”
I know that voice but I comply, climbing in. I hear the back door open and someone slide in. I turn to look but the knife is suddenly at my cheek.
“Face forward. Take us home. Now.”
I swallow. Shut the driver door. The back door slams shut. I start the engine and put it in first. We slowly pull out of the parking lot, the knife poking through the seat to my back. I try to talk to him. He says nothing. I give up.
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“Get out and don’t try anything stupid.”
I cut the engine and climb out before shutting the door. My bag is tossed in front of me.
“Open the door.”
*I do know that voice* My brain swirls trying to remember who it is as I open the door. I turn and feel the knife.
“I-I need to lock my car.”
The Knife vanishes. I step forward and lock it, checking the doors. Locked. I enter my house with my bag. I hear the door shut behind me and I slam the next door shut, locking it. I laugh and step back. *He can’t get out.* He’s hitting the glass but it holds strong. I smile and look for my phone. It’s not there. *It’s not there* and my bag is open. Shit. *shit*
I look at him. He’s tapping his foot. I feel a hand grip my neck and force me up against the wall.
“You thought, bitch.”
I’m tossed to the floor and my hair is grabbed. I scream, kicking my legs. My head is whacked against the floor. Once, Twice, *Three times.*. I see red. I’m also seeing stars. I hear the door unlock.
“It’s about damn time.”
My hair is grabbed again and I’m pulled upright, on to my knees. I’m slapped and the instant sting wakes me up. I look at the face of the person who drove me home at knife point.
“Tony?”
Even I can tell, I’m not completely here. My words are slurred and I’m pretty sure I’m hallucinating because there’s no way, Issy’s angel dreamboat of an ex is in front of me while I bleed out.
“Told you she’d recognise you”
“Damien?”
I twist in his grip and he feeds me the floor in response. I grunt as my teeth smash against the floor. I suck the cut on my lower lip. *What are my older brother and my friend’s ex doing kidnapping me?*
“Well… Shit. She knows both of us now.”
I get pulled up again. My scalp burns. Damien’s eyes are locked on mine. My gaze switches to Tony as he looks at me over D’s shoulder.
“We could… Video what we do to her. We were going to fuck her anyway. This time, let’s make some blackmail so she doesn’t kiss and tell.”
Tony smiles after his suggestion. I feel sick. They want to *rape* me? Fear enters my gaze. I know it does because D laughs.
“She looks terrified. Let’s do that. Get my phone. Oh and the… Incentive.”
I look at him frozen. I can’t move. This isn’t real. My brother isn’t about to rape me and video it for blackmail. Tony returns with the camera and what looks like a syringe. *Shit. He’s going to drug me.* I kick. I squirm. I move back. D grabs my arm, removing his hand off my head and instead wrapping it around my throat. He pushes me to the floor and pins me under his weight. I can’t scream. I’m trying. Nothing comes out. He’s crushing my windpipe. I claw at his arm with my free hand. I make him bleed. He swears and lifts me up by my throat before dropping me again. My head cracks against the floor. I briefly lose consciousness. I feel a prick on my arm. I wince as it gets pulled out. My head aches but at least he isn’t strangling me anymore.
“Finally. You know how to put up a fight, don’t you? Little sister. Little slut, more like.”
Damien’s face is dangerously close to mine. I never noticed just how much he lusted after me but now it’s clear. His green eyes as wide, pupil’s dilated. His straight teeth are showcased with a crazy smile, framed with pink lips. His V-shaped jawline is sharp, mirroring my own. His jet black hair, so similar to mine, is short and wild. He looks like a madman. I shrink from his gaze.
“Should be a few more seconds.”
His fingers brush my face. So tender. So soft. I’m scared. I’m trembling. He lets go of my arm but keeps his hand on my throat as he pulls my jacket off, lifting me up with ease. Years of weightlifting made him strong. Slowly, I feel a warm buzz. It starts from my arm and starts to creep through my body. My breathing speeds up and I tilt my head back slightly, breathing deeply. It’s enough for him. He kisses me, deep and passionate. I feel on fire. My body burns. My mind is racing yet cloudy. I kiss him back. I need this fire out of me. I kiss him like my life depends on it. My skin is burning. He pulls my shirt off revealing my B-cup tits in my sports bra. He reveals the knife and cuts the middle, letting my boobs spring free. I hear the clicking of the camera. I snap out of it. I start pushing him off. He grabs and pins both hands above my head. He pulls away, eyes blazing.
“Fuck, she looks so hot.”
His gaze rakes down my body as I squirm from the fire inside. Tears are pricking my eyes. It’s starting to get painful. He places the knife on my nose and brings it down to my full lips, before dragging it along my jaw. It dips to my neck and trails down to my breasts where he circles a nipple. I hold my breath as he teases it. Then the other.
“She’s soaked.”
Tony’s voice comes between us. Sure enough, I notice it now. I’m wet. Very wet. And on fire. I feel his finger graze my pussy through my panties. I arch. I’m so sensitive.
“Why-why are you doing this? To me?”
I manage to pant out words. They look at me. Tony answers first while rubbing my through my panties.
“You were kinder to me than that bitch ever was. Issy always cheated on me. You stayed and listened. You made me want you, then you left when she did. I wanted you.”
I look at Damien with pleading eyes, trying not to moan.
“I’ve always had a thing for you. I just fought it off until Tony told me he had an idea and wanted me involved. I agreed.”
I let out a moan. I can’t help it. D grabs a nipple and rolls it. I look at him and groan in pain. I see the red light on the camera turn on.
“Why do you want us?”
“I don’t”
“Why do you want us?”
“I don’t have a choice”
My hips are rolling against Tony’s finger. He isn’t even moving it, just keeping it still while I buck against it like a bitch in heat. D’s fingers on my nipple, on the other hand, is doing all the work.
“Why!”
Damien’s shout startles me. He’s never shouted at me. *Never*
“Because… Because you’re gonna make me cum!”
I squeal and grunt as I feel an orgasm rip through me, my body shaking. My eyes squeeze shut as my body lets the pleasure run its course. I vaguely feel Tony grab my clit and roll it between his fingers, prolonging the already very strong orgasm. I whimper as my body reacts to each touch the boys do as I come down, the fire more intense. I feel my panties get ripped off me and feel a mouth clamp down instead. I scream as I feel a rough tongue lash at me, roughly tasting me as I buck in to his mouth. My eyes are still shut, my mouth open as I feel something bump my face before being shoved in. I quirk an eye open and see Damien on one side, his legs on the other. He’s leaning sideways on my face, his cock in my mouth, like a plank but naked. He thrusts in to me as Tony moves his mouth, opting to add two fingers. I cum as soon as he crooks his fingers in me, making Damien moan and twitch in my throat as I groan around him.
“Has your sister had sex before?”
“I don’t know. Probably. Why?”
“Dude, she’s so tight. I think she’s a virgin.”
“What?”
He pulls out and goes over to Tony. I turn my head to the side and cough up salive and precum. I feel a third finger prod in. My legs twitch and shut. They hold them open.
“Fuck, she is. Oh my God. Tony, let me be her first. You can be her first anal.”
I whimper. This fire isn’t going. It stops when I cum for a few minutes. I don’t think it’ll go until I’m exhausted. I move my hips. Tony laughs.
“Look at the slut. Fucking herself on my fingers.”
He’s recording I know it. I glance down. *How did I find him handsome?*
A softer jawline than Damien, Tony has more of a square jaw probably from being on the wrestling team and getting punched often. His eyes are brown and he has dark brown hair with bushy eyebrows sat above his deep set almond eyes. His lips are fuller than D’s, making them so much more kissable. Tony’s always had more of a lithe athletic type of body but Damien is much more bulky from lifting weights. Even now, I’ll admit he’s beautiful but the crazy look, matching D’s look in his eyes makes him seem, insane. These are not the boys who I took pride in knowing. I feel my body arch again as a third orgasm shoots through me, lighting and feeding that fire even more. Tears prick at my eyes. I feel tired.
“Me first. You video.”
The fingers vanish and I relax. Then I feel hands under my legs, forcing my calfs up and on to a wide pair of shoulders. *Shit* I try to beg but can’t make words. My mind is muddled.
“Hmm? Oh she wants you to fuck her deep Damien.”
I feel his dick prod against me. I gasp and claw at the floor as he leans forward, slowly pushing in. I can hear him moan as he slides in, tearing my hymen. He bottoms out and I moan, crossing my legs around his waist. I feel a mini orgasm come on and I shudder as he starts to move. *Why did I fight this? It feels so good*
“Fuck, this is everything I dreamed off.”
His praise goes to my head. It makes this better. He pounds in to me, slow at first. Then harder. Faster. He grabs my arms to stop me from sliding as Tony videos. He acts like a camera man, getting close ups, telling us to moan, videoing just me and not D. I yelp as my climax topples over. I shudder and twitch as he slowly fucks me through it, his own orgasm following seconds later and filling me. He pulls out, leaving the creampie in me.
“My turn!”
Tony hands him the camera and flips me over, grabbing and lifting my hips for a doggy position. He lines up and bottoms out in one thrust. I scream in to the floor as ecstasy shoots up my spine. *The more it hurts, the better it feels.* Tony is rougher, grabbing my hair and yanking my little 5’5″ frame up next to his 6’1″ body. My head rests on his shoulder as he pounds in to me. I see D, taking shots of my pussy being rammed in to and my tits bouncing. It feels deeper. The pleasure is better. I’m about to cum again. Tony reaches round and presses on my pelvis.
“Cum like the whore you are.”
It unravels me. I yell and my body spasms, dropping to the floor but being held up by Tony with his grip in my hair. He keeps pumping in to me until he cums, filling me up. He lets go and I thud on the floor, my body twitching as my mind tries to comprehend the amount of pleasure running through me. The fire is there. Almost gone but… Its there.
“Bro, I’m still hard.”
“Me too.”
“You wanna try…”
“At the same time?”
“Yeah.”
“Can she handle it?”
“She’s our slut now. She has to.”
I’m lifted up again, in to doggy. This time Damien is under me. My legs don’t work. I’m being supported by hands. I feel Damien push in to my pussy. I moan. It hurts. I’m sore. D grabs the back of my head and pulls me in to him. I nuzzle his neck. I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel someone prod my asshole. I start to squirm and whimper. I don’t want it there. A finger forces its way in. D starts to move. Pleasure takes over. I’m moaning and grinding on him. A second finger pushes in. I hear D moan under me. I moan. I’m so full. I feel a small orgasm run through me. Damien swears under me, Tony swears behind me and removes his fingers.
“Fuck it, I’m going in.”
“No, Tony, Wait-”
Damien is cut off by my scream. He looks at me shocked as I arch up, yelling as Tony shoves in. It takes him a few minutes but eventually he bottoms out. I drop and pant on Damien’s chest as he holds me, my tears wetting us both.
“What the fuck Tony?”
“What? I wasn’t going to wait until she loosened up. That could have taken hours. Fuck that.”
I feel him start moving, I whimper against Damien who holds me, stroking my hair. He starts to move. They’re both moving. It’s too much but not enough. My tongue hangs out. I’m panting. Damien kisses me. I kiss him back. Tony speeds up. I grunt and pull away from Damien, looking in his eyes, tears brimming. Tony pounds away as D matches his rhythm. My body is full of pleasure. I’m moaning. Grinding. Too exhausted to continue but so full of energy. I’m close. So are they. D is moaning. Bucking faster and deeper. So is Tony. I feel it. Its there. I’m close. I explode. I squeal as my body convulses, my back arching and straightening. D and Tony hold my arms as my eyes roll up and I experience the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. My legs twitch and I’m out of it, I can feel the pleasure shooting in my brain. I’m high. So far away, I can feel Tony spasm in me and cum, shortly followed by Damien. They’re still fucking me through it. I can feel it. The fire has gone. I can feel it ebb away as my orgasm does. I don’t come down. I don’t.
I black out.
I wake to find myself in a puddle of cum, with the door wide open. A Polaroid of me unconscious with a note
“Tomorrow. Same time. Or everyone knows.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/roj28y/kidnapped_by_my_friends_ex_mmf_brotherexsister
Fucking 🔥. Well done!