My Sister's Innocence

Chapter 2

Grant was not the only one to lust after his young sister. Her three other older brothers, Tristan and the twins Brent and Bryce, also found a charisma about the younger girl that just could not be masked. Maybe it was her smile, maybe it was her innocence, maybe it was the fact that Tristan had watched Grant rape Kayla and realized how good it must feel to be inside of her. Either way, Tristan turned to the twins and told them about what he had seen. All three brothers walked away thinking the same thing: if Grant could have her, so could they.

Tristan found his time when the twins were out, their mother was at work, and Grant was in his room listening to music. Kayla was upstairs in her shower, scrubbing as she had been since Grant had first infiltrated her body. It seemed though she could not be rude to her brother, she still could not forgive him entering her in such a fashion.

Tristan was going to make her feel even dirtier.

Tristan snuck into her room, readying the handcuffs on the bedposts. He had always envisioned having a girl bound down so she could fight, but not escape. He had always wanted to fuck a girl in the fashion of her trying to struggle, but kept down, stretched out in front of him for him to see, and Kayla would be his victim.

He walked into her bathroom, quiet as could be, seeing her shadow through the curtain, her back turned towards him. She was washing her legs, leaned slightly over, and Tristan nearly drooled at the idea. He walked silently towards the shower then ripped back the curtain, catching a glimpse of hot water trickling over such beautiful skin, her dark hair soaked and falling around her shoulders to tickle her buttocks. She moved in slow motion, beginning to turn in horror at having Tristan in the bathroom, but he moved with normal speed. He reached in to the ready flowing shower and wrapped his arms around her, gripping her breasts tight and pulling her out and toward him. In an instant everything was back to normal and time had sped up again. Kayla was screaming while he dragged her to the bed, her wet body making her too slick to hold comfortably on to. With a struggle he got her to the bed and threw her down, hurrying to come over her, to straddle her body down, so he could put her wrists in the handcuffs and snap them into place.

Her small wrists snapped easily into place and her screams could have been heard throughout the whole house. Tristan thanked the stars that his brother was listening to his headphones. “Tristan stop!” she was yelling, trying to push away from him. “Tristan!” And it was only turning him on more to hear her screaming his name, but he wanted to hear that while fucking her, not while she struggled to escape.

He reached over and shoved in her mouth the gag he had brought with him, knowing this would be a problem. After one rape, she was sure to put up more of a fight during the second one.

She screamed against the gag, but the scream was muffled by the smooth silk he had shoved in her mouth, and if she didn’t want to choke on the delicate fabric she would have to stop screaming soon.

He gazed down at her naked flesh and loved the sight. He loved everything about her, down the dark curls between her legs that she had once shaved into a very nice bikini line, but now seemed to be growing a bit wilder. Her bright eyes met his with fear and her legs instinctively tightened together, but it was not what was between her legs that he wanted right now. No, he was more interested in those perky breasts that pointed to the sky. He reached out his hand to rub over the wet skin, still slick with her shower, rubbing his palm gently across her nipple. The touch aroused her, causing her nipples to grow hard. She tried to fight it, the temptation of wanting to enjoy a gentle touch. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what was to come.

Tristan gripped tightly to one of her breasts, drawing a small gurgle of a cry from his baby sister. He gripped it tighter, massaging smooth skin while groping her firmly. He did not want to be gentle, but he did not want to hurt her too badly. He just liked fucking women roughly, but this was his baby sister, someone all through life he had always taken more care of. And he would take care of her through this. He would definitely take care of her.

He stepped off of the bed gingerly, causing Kayla to grow curious and look to what he was doing. What she saw was her brother’s broad, bare back as he stripped himself from his clothes. She quickly closed her eyes again, but not before Tristan noticed her looking.

“Too late little sister,” Tristan said with a smile on his lips. “I saw you peek. Do you want to see it before I put it inside of you?”

Kayla shook her head and bit down tight onto the gag in her mouth. This was not happening, this could not be happening a second time with a second brother!

Tristan stretched out onto the bed next to her, trailing his fingers delicately down her bare skin, twirling them through the hair between her legs, then running them back up to her nipples and toying with them. He flicked, pinched, and loved the nipples between his fingers, pulling at them till she moaned.

He felt them like he had never felt anything else, for the first time feeling a woman, though she was barely that after one time with her other brother. He felt those nipples harden with arousal against her will and he enjoyed it, his breath catching in his throat watching them swell, her own breath catching with the delicacy of his movements.

He moved over her, leaning down on her, letting his throbbing hard cock lay on her stomach, which she quickly tried to suck in and away. It pleased him more to see her still prudish and not knowing the touch of the man so intimately that she was comfortable with it pressed against her.

He moved downwards, making sure the hard rod rubbed against her body. His hands still played with just the nipples of her breasts, though now she was breathing heavily and lifting her chest just enough to meet his hands. He pressed his face in the middle of those breasts and licked a trail down the middle, then under the breasts, a still very sensitive part on the woman that was often overlooked. He teased the underside and nipped it, his fingers gripping onto the nipples, and was breathing heavier.

Tristan bit into her skin, too hard, but he could not take it. He loved the sounds she was making deep in her throat. He bit into that skin, to cause her pain, and it gave him pleasure. He was harder just having her writhe and squirm under him, lifting her hips and knock into him, her eyes closing tighter as tears welled up, and her body shuddering as the pain subsided. He looked at the very clear mark that he had left on her breast and was terribly pleased with himself, and her.

He licked down her body, nipping at her hipbones, and licked down to her pussy. He licked along the line of hair, back up to her stomach, and into her belly button. He licked deep into her belly button, feeling the crevices, and feeling her squirm. Her moans were quiet, but in the near complete silence of the large empty house had could hear them deep in her throat. She was beginning to enjoy it, and he wanted her to enjoy every moment of it.

He slid his hands up her thighs, slowly, letting her feel his fingers massaging gently. He ran both pointer fingers along the outside of her pussy, between the lips, feeling the moisture that was gathering there. He slipped both fingers inside of her and felt her jerk. She was still a bit sore from being raped by Grant, he could tell just by the way she tried to sway her hips away, but pain was a part of life. That and she would not learn to love sex if she did not get used to men deep inside of her.

He slipped one finger deep inside of her while the other ran around the edges. One finger circled while the other did her like a small cock, and her moans of pleasure were suddenly very audible. He felt the lining of her walls, wet and needy, and he loved to hear her wanting it, needing him to fuck her.

He could not deny his little sister.

He slid up her body, hand wrapped around the cock, searching for the small entry that was still tight from ill use. He slid the head into her and she bucked, but it was not a buck to get away, she was pushing him deeper inside of her, straining against the handcuffs, trying to get closer. Tristan laughed and pulled a bit out of her, making her want it, feeling her juices drip from being extracted, then he moved a bit further in once again. She was getting slicker every time he took it back out, and it was getting easier and easier to push himself inside of her.

He slid in and out of her, each time going in deeper. Deeper, deeper, and finally all of the way in. He felt a shudder rack through her body all of the way to her toes and he enjoyed the feeling, the whole shudder tightening her walls around him. He pushed in and out of her, gripping her hips and pushing her legs around his waist. He nearly lifted her off of the bed, except for the handcuffs holding her down over her head. She lifted her and entered her to the maximum of his penis, driving deeper and deeper still. She shuddered and moaned, and her eyes finally opened to see the pleasure on his face. He smiled at her then was racked with the pleasure, he would barely look at her. He let his eyes just focus on the perky breasts that swayed with him thrusting into her. He shook with need and want, his lust larger than the both of them. He dug into her, hard and breathlessly, both of their breaths finally coming out in ragged association. He reached forward and tore the silken gag from her mouth, wanting to hear her moans of pleasure unadulterated. She let out a cry of happiness as he found the spot that was her joy. She tightened and fought not to, she wanted to stop this feeling, but instead she rode it, feeling a hot wave come over her, and then she was dripping with more juices that they knew she even had in her. She was dripping with her lust for having a hard rod inside of her, and she was ashamed, it showed on the flush on her face.

Tristan kept riding her, riding that wave to the top, his cock growing and reaching, and hitting parts of her never touched, and then he was coming, filling her with his seed and loving every moment of her. He pulled her hard against his body and came inside of her, holding them both still. His body tried not to shudder over hers, hers shuddered completely under his, and then they had both spent all of their energy.

He removed himself from her unceremoniously and went to find the key to the handcuffs to release her. Her unlocked her wrists and noticed the tight red marks and the bit of red blood. He kissed the small marks on each wrist as she began to sit up.

“I’m sorry Kayla,” he told her. “Next time I promise to be more gentle.”

“Next time?”