Raped By My Sister’s Boyfriend [fM] [Rape]

I recently graduated from high school and am moving out soon. This experience happened a few years ago now, and I’m now emotionally ready to share it. 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 in nature and enjoyed sneaking out most of the time. 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. And ive never really been one for boys or wearing anything too revealing. I did sort of “grow up” a lot right before freshman year, and a lot of older men took notice. I’m 5’6”, have long black hair and brown eyes. And I have a very curvy and quiet. The kind of girl you don’t really notice she has an ass until you catch her wearing pj shorts. And I 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, something I envied for the longest time. I consider myself the ugly duckling, and mostly kept to myself overall. It’s not the boys that really mattered to me, but the feeling of being viewed as anything other than a sex object. She’s the typical Instagram sweetheart. 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, we were close and talked about sex and romance often. She was easily manipulated, and I swear it must have been their 3rd week together, I could hear them having sex in her room for the first time while the parents were out at work. And by “having sex” it was more like him fucking her brains out. It was fast and hard, you could hear it through the walls. She would 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. This was a girl that this coddled for most of her life, and was always treated gently. It broke my heart to see her end up with someone like that. 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. All she could do was allow him to continue his abuse, as this was her first relationship, and I’m sure she saw no real way out.

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, ignoring calls and doorbells while shutting off all lights. He then began making his own way inside our house, grab her hand, and lead her to her room, or sometimes even our parents room, without even saying a word now or even kissing her. The sounds of countless thrusts and grunts through, and a few audible “please stop, you’re hurting me”s, she was just never brave enough to say no, or ask him to stop. Her confidence was slipping away, and he enjoyed it. As soon as parents would show up, he would sweeten up and act like such a caring figure. Only myself and my sister knew who he really was. He didnt view her as a girlfriend or someone he loved. He viewed her as a new toy he could abuse and hurt in his own time.

I know now, I should have told someone. This guy was a red flag from the start. But I was also scared, and shy, and wouldn’t know who to turn to. He was never the friendliest with me. 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, unsure of how to respond. Sometimes she’d even consider it, and we would come up with plans on how shed finally say no. These plans would always fall short. As soon as he’d walk through that door, she was his. Submissive and unresponsive. He’d stop even leading her back to her room at this point. And would just have her openly in our living room while I’d hear it all from my own room.

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 group of friends. She said she’d stay the night up at the hospital, and that she’d come back Friday or Saturday night 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 about the accident. My sister was fine enough to be responsive, but not fine enough to come home just yet. Mom 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 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 didnt know at the time, but she told Josh to feel free to stop by and check out me, letting him know I was all alone.

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 might show up. And 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 all those looks Josh had given me in the past weren’t enough to warn me, although they all make sense to me now.

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 fast steps after the door shut, and a part of me even thought it might have been mom that made it back home somehow, or even dad. I got out of bed wearing nothing but a loose white tank top, and my usual pj shorts. I had worn these since middle school, and they always comforted me on nights I felt alone. I felt the comfiest in them. They were pink and had small ducks on the print. I remember these details now, because I could never see myself wearing them again. Remembering them now only forces me to relive that entire night. Josh had seem them only once before, and he had wanted to see me in them again for months now.

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. The lights were off, but my eyes were adjusted enough to see him acting erratically. I could tell he was grabbing his crotch and adjusting himself in his jeans as he locked the doors. Even then, I didn’t know what to think. He was breathing like an animal and hadn’t given me much thought at this point. I got out of bed and shakily asked again “josh, what is it?” – as he looked at me one time, but not at all in my eyes. He was staring between my legs, the shorts had now formed a small cameltoe around me as they rode up, I felt embarrassed. He immediately grabbed me and shoved me onto the bed. This is when I knew everything was completely wrong.

He didn’t say a single word. He pushed me into bed and began groping me. When my small tits didn’t satisfy him, he grabbed me over my shorts and moaned, rubbing forcefully over them. He knew exactly where to touch me. I remember feeling warm and terrified, I had never been touched before and had nothing underneath shorts, giving him full access. I didn’t know how to react but just laid there stiff. He started groping 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 as he’d slip my shorts to the side. I’m gagging and choking on it, and I remember him continuously ramming in down the back of my throat while he grunted. I felt like I was going to die, it didn’t fit completely in my mouth but he certainly wanted it to, and I would black out after a while of him slugging down, filling my mouth, all the while now rubbing me openly from the slip of my pajama shorts. He wouldn’t let me breathe. I just laid there and took it, wondering how any times my sister had been forced to do the same. Another second he has his face down on my thighs biting me all over. Feral. He then brought my shorts down to my knees, and pushed my thighs back on my chest as he drooled all over 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” It felt awful, but so good, something I could never understand. His tongue was all over me, as his lips smacked with his suction, all the while holding my thighs back in place. I was hoping this was it. That he’d taste me and somehow he’d be gone. I was wrong, and a part of me knew it already. He was only wetting me enough for the hours ahead.

He fucked me the entire night. I lost my virginity with my face on a pillow, and my ass up to his face, with his rough hands on my bare waist. 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, a thing I had discussed plenty with friends and my sister. And here I was, getting fucked on all fours by the biggest asshole in the world. He had done the same thing to my sister only weeks before. The thrusting continued, one after the other. I would say “please josh stop” or “please I promise not to tell anyone” and those pleas would only make it more unbearable. His hands would tighten around my hips, and I would try to pull myself 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 and tossing me around. 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 with the same intensity as his hips. I’d remember the same sound from my sister’s bed. He’d have her just the same.

The sun was rising when he finally finished. I looked down and could see small hints of blood. My asshole ached like it never had before, and I could see my pussy red with scratches and bites, as it throbbed from the pain. He came in my mouth and forced me to swallow, holding my head in place as he grunted and overfilled my mouth. He kept asking me how I liked it while it dripped from the edges of my lips. He left me there crying that morning, and I cried harder than I ever had before.

“Your mom won’t be back until tomorrow night” he finally grunted. “I’ll be back again in a few hours.”

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