My younger sister Natalie has always been the favorite. Always recognized in the family, never really in any sort of trouble. Maybe it’s an older sibling thing, but the parents have always been stricter on my end. Double standards, different curfews, different rules, it’s always been the way things were. Maybe it’s because I still lived at home after graduating high school. Maybe it’s because I was a guy. Who knows. But Natalie will always be the perfect daughter. No matter what she does. And the worst part is, she’s always been the sweetest to me.
I didn’t always want her like I do. Viewing your sister sexually requires years and years of frustration. Tons of buildup. And the occasional bonding here or there. Like I said, she’s always been great to me. Always there to listen to my rants or my complaints about the folks. She’s always kept my secrets and confided a few of her own from time to time. It was no surprise that when I started delving into the darker taboos, painal, rapekink, and of course, incest, I naturally started seeing the young sis in a different light. Her secrets became weaknesses. Her snuggles became intimate. And that perfect volleyball ass of hers became my main point of focus during every interaction. Each conversation became “How can I get you to turn around so I can stare at that tight little ass of yours?” Hers was clearly her defining physical attraction. Tits, not so much. All I ever wanted in this world was to have her. And that fateful week that our aunt died, I finally had my chance. I wasn’t going to just let it go.
Our folks would be out of town for a week, something that just never happens. It almost didn’t work out that way, but mom has a fear of flying, and she begged the old man to go with her. They contemplated a sitter, but fortunately for me (unfortunate for her) Natalie convinced them that we’d behave. We’d split up chores, meal prep that weekend prior, and keep to ourselves. Naturally being the favorite, they listened. The Sunday morning they left, I remember they hugged her and prayed together, and then proceeded to call me out on doing my part with the chores. Typical. We both waved then goodbye from our front yard, and together went back inside. Natalie was wearing a sweater and yoga pants, my favorite. The way they clung to her perfect thighs and ass just had me salivating. She wouldn’t last through the week.
I had a plan, it wasn’t very subtle. My plan was to convince her to drink with me, get her tipsy enough to open up, get comfortable, and then just fuck her. Easy. I didn’t know how, but I knew I would. I had previously bought her alcohol on more than one occasion. She could never hold her liquor. This time would be no different. Except the folks wouldnt be around.
It came as a surprise when later that first night, Natalie herself came up to my room to talk. I quickly locked my phone and readjusted myself from all the fucked up porn I was prepping with. She sat on my bed and said in her usual sweetness,
“Do you think maybe we could throw a quiet party?”
My eyes lit up. “Just a few friends and nothing crazy. You can invite some of your friends, too!” After a brief chat where I tried the hardest not to seem too enthused, we agreed on Tuesday night. I’d grab us some booze, we’d throw something small, and we’d both work to cleanup after ourselves Wednesday, plenty of time before the folks showed up that next weekend. “You’re the best” she smiled, and leaned in for a hug. She always smelled like peaches, I held onto her for a bit longer than I should, feeling up her back. She walked out, not before I got a long hard look at her ass. She was wearing pj shorts tonight, one size too small for her. I jerked off that night, barely holding on for just a few more days.
Tuesday rolled around, and Natalie’s friends arrived. I wish I could say they were all bratty and typical teenage girls, but they weren’t. They were all just as sweet, offering me food and snacks and drinks all throughout the night. I almost felt guilty for my plans later that night, only really hoped they wouldnt sleep over. I texted 2 buddies of mine, Vic and Jordan, to show up around 10pm. We were just nearing 9, and the girls were all clearly wasted. My sweet sis wearing a summer dress that only occasionally clung to her ass. I kept to myself for most of the night. Waiting.
When the guys showed up, most of the girls had left. Only my sister and her best friend Linda remained. I figured Linda was staying the night. The guys, all rough around the edges, perfectly aware of what I had planned, hungout and flirted where they could. “So what’s the plan, bro?” Vic was the first to ask. “I’m assuming you don’t care if we take the sis, right?” I filled them in. I wanted Natalie. They could have Linda. They were more than welcome to Natalie after the fact, but I wanted her first. A few teasing laughs later, Natalie walked by, with her dress now replaced with a pair of those yoga pants, riding up as high as they could. They both stared and admired her, they couldn’t blame me. Jordan flirted the most with Linda for the rest of the night, and my sister was clearly interested in Vic. She was drunk and flirty. But innocent just the same, never really leading him on more than words. Vic reassured me that I’d get a go first. But to not take too long. Jordan was going to have Linda.
There wasn’t much to it, really. Now that I’m writing it all down, it was really quite easy. We all got in bed with the girls, teasing and drinking and laughing. I sat around as the guys made sure they were drunk, we took our time. Linda was the most drunk, and without any real struggle, was picked up by Jordan after only a few more drinks. He tossed her over his shoulder, as she struggled to stay awake. Vic was busy with Natalie, now making out with her on the top of the bed. Rather, he was just making out with her as she just laid there. Her eyes closed, barely even awake, I signaled him off, and he fought me for it a bit, all in good fun. He kept pinching her breasts over her top, as she moaned something that didn’t make much sense. He called Jordan out and left to join in on their fun, closing the door behind him. Natalie lay there, eyes closed, drunk, her legs spread in those soft pants that I’ve been dreaming of taking off. I didn’t feel like wasting much time.
I pushed her onto her stomach, and groped her ass for what felt like ages. Just grabbing it and cupping it in my hands, loving just how firm and tight it was. Just unbelievable. I felt like I was ready to cum in my pants just by doing so, and I worried that might actually happen. I’m not a very patient guy. I wanted to fuck her. I figured I had the rest of the night to do whatever else I wanted. Right now though, I needed to break her in. I moved her onto her back again, and pulled her closer to me.
As I took her pants and panties off, I remembered a secret she shared with me weeks past. She was a virgin. Scared she’d remain so, but her standards were so high. She genuinely believed she’d find the love of her life to experience sex with. I thought of all this as I spread her open on her bed, her pink slit struggling to peel open in front of me. I needed a taste first. I lifted her legs up, and gave her one good lick inbetween. Just as I’d hoped. Peaches. I proceeded to eat her out for a while more before I did what I came here to do. She really did taste amazing. With her legs positioned on my shoulders, and her muttering in and out of consciousness, I thought about how wonderful she’d been to me all this years. And how I’d watched her grow into the perfect little thing she was now. I wasn’t gentle.
I fucked her. I pounded her. I fucked her so hard that she came to, and struggled at one point to get me off of her, as best she could. I wasnt there to be nice. I knew exactly what I wanted, how I wanted it. I pinned her arms back above her head and rammed into her as she cried my name. She begged me to stop. She begged and assured me she’d never tell anyone. I covered her mouth with my hand, asked her to keep her mouth shut, and fucked her some more. Roughly thrusting into her again and again, I was in heaven. Her bed was incredibly loud, and I remembered thinking I could never do this with the folks home. Her bed alone would give us away.
That’s how that night went. I fucked her plenty. Vic came in at some point and took his turn. She begged me not to leave her with him, but he needed his privacy. I left to check on Jordan and Linda. The last bit I saw of Natalie, Vic had her in a chokehold from behind, groping her ass as he got ontop of her, and she called out for me a bit more as he had his way. I knew he wouldn’t really hurt her. He had his limits.
Jordan was having his fun. Linda was smaller, and he seemed to enjoy that. He had her on the floor, her shirt ripped and pants still hanging from her knees. “I’m almost done with this one” he said. But truthfully, he really wasn’t. It was another 20 mins or so before he got off of her. He had her facing one way, as he faced another, not even looking at her throughout the entire ordeal. She was just another fuck for him. The way he was ontop of her really impressed me, he had her pinned down just well enough so she could barely even move.
When we were done, we took several pictures and videos, and they swore on them never to say a word. My relationship with Natalie was never the same, and I didn’t really want it to be. She avoided me now, and I made her uncomfortable. But that’s how I wanted it. She never said a word. And likely never will. She’s a bit more submissive now than she used to be. I’m still waiting for the folks to head out again.
I don’t think I’m done with her just yet.
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