Sisters (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

A sister helped her black boyfriend rape her older sister and forced her sister to do things against her will.

All right! I will tell you the whole story, but you have to promise me not to tell anyone else, okay? very good.

I'm not sure where to begin.

When you look at me, what do you see? A young woman, late twenties or early twenties (maybe), short blond hair, angelic face, devilish body (thank you!)...but not just that. The young woman you see is just beginning her college life. You know the hackneyed adjectives: promising, youthful, cocky. All right! I think this is true; but it is not always true, not at all.

This is the story.

I had what was called a bad girl youth, and my parents were absolutely pious and very strict. All right! Maybe when I refer to my parents I should say "we" instead of "I" since I have a sister. Of course, my parents are in a bit of denial about her existence now. I'll explain this in a moment, but it's part of the story.

Her name is Lola. (My name is Julie, you should have known that, right?) She is almost a year older than me. I am now over 18 and heading towards 19, so she should be 19. Lola looks a lot like me—not surprising, I guess, since we’re sisters—but she’s a little bigger. That's not fat, just bigger breasts and hips. We have the same blonde hair and blue eyes. oh! She likes curly hair, while I like straight hair.

sorry! That's not the point.

I’m kind of a trouble maker anyway. You know, rebellion. It's not a big deal, but if your parents are as strict as mine, you'll understand that no matter how small the trouble is, it will be forgiven.

The most serious issue is of course sex. When I was seventeen—did I mention this story takes place exactly one year ago? ——I already have extensive sexual experience. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen, and then I just indulged myself in sex and never looked back.

Of course, I never let my parents know. I've done a bunch of little bad things like skipping school, hanging out late, and wearing makeup, but if they found out about my sexual activities... well, I'd probably be dead right away. As I said, my parents were religious people.

Sex before marriage? sin.

Birth control? sin.

Abortion? This is murder.

I was smart, so they never noticed.

However, Lola...okay! Maybe I should tell you a little bit about Lola so you can understand what's going on. I was a rebellious child (or you could say a problem child) at home, and she was always a good child. You know, the one who excels in school, is a good athlete, helps out around the house, and never questions or disobeys a parent. I don't even think she's ever had a boyfriend, let alone kissed anyone. In other words, we are two completely different types.

At the time, we were about to enter our senior year of high school in the fall (I had just passed the entry age threshold, which made me the youngest person in my grade throughout my studies).

Our parents had set aside a fund for a college education, but it was only enough for one person. I knew exactly who that person would be. Laura was their darling, so there was no doubt that the money was for her; as for me... I was just a tolerated nuisance.

All right! I was a little wild, but the truth is, Laura was the reason I got into a lot of trouble. My parents weren't exactly above board - although they were very religious - but I was smart enough to usually get what I wanted without them finding out. Lola has been watching me. She would tell my parents about me and let them know what bad things I had done. By doing this she will be the most beloved child of her parents. In other words, this sister is the most hated informer by her younger sister. And I really hated her, and I still do.

That summer—as I said, this story is just over a year old—Lola and I stayed together at the family cabin on Fish Lake. Normally, we weren't allowed there without an adult. But Dad had a big meeting (or something) and had to go back to town, and Mom said we could stay there.

Of course, Laura is the one holding the power.

"Miss, now you have to listen to your sister obediently." My mother ordered me.

I nodded, trying my best to look sincere.

At the time, a high school classmate, Frank Harris, was staying at his family cabin half a mile away from us. We had dated a few times in school, but when my parents found out he was black, they stopped me from going any further. (Did I mention my parents were fanatics?) It was Lola who once again broke the news to my parents.

I'm planning how to meet Frank again. But with Lola around, it wasn't easy.

“You heard her,” she said condescendingly as we watched our parents drive away. "If you don't behave yourself, I'll call home and tell them right away."

Again, I nodded.

Okay, Laura, remember this.

Sure enough, the next day Frank came over and she immediately called my parents and said, "Julie's with that black guy again." After my dad yelled at me on the line, I was grounded for a month and I felt like my ears were going to fall off. When it was all over, Laura smiled at me across the room.

This bitch...

Feel sorry! You shouldn't swear.

I haven't thought about it in a while, but it still makes me angry when I think about it.

Things changed soon after.

A few days later, Lola was hanging out with some girls who lived in a nearby cabin. I guess she didn't really want to be friends with them, she just got tired of hanging out with a sister who didn't talk to her.

What else could she expect after ruining my life?

Anyway, she went out with them, leaving me alone. After sitting around the house for a few hours with nothing to do, I took my camera (I guess I should have said it was a Polaroid) and went for a walk along the lake. As it turned out, bringing a camera was a real stroke of genius! Luck is coming.

I had walked about a mile along the lake when I heard some giggling in the bushes ahead. I don't know why I did that, but at the time I decided it made sense to sneak a look under cover in the woods. I made a good decision!

Then I found out it was Lola and another girl. One of them - though not Laura - had lit a cigarette and started smoking. In an instant, I suddenly realized that it was marijuana!

And there Lola was!

I really can't believe it. From where I was crouching, I could see that Laura wasn't too happy about what was happening, but she didn't object or walk away. Quickly, I picked up my camera and started taking candid photos. When the marijuana cigarette reached Laura, she hesitated, but still brought it to her lips.

I took a few pictures as she put the cigarette in her mouth. The look on her face was funny, but not one she didn't like. Then she started coughing, but I didn't take any more pictures of her. I used the rest of the film to take pictures of them passing the marijuana around. When it was Laura's turn again, she refused, but still did not leave.

I left the scene secretly...

That night, I showed the photos to Laura.

Things are just as you would expect. At first she tried to scare me, but we both knew I had her. The trouble I usually get into is nothing compared to what she did - or at least it looks like she did it. We both knew how our parents would react if they found out their precious daughter was smoking weed.

So I got what I wanted - complete freedom to do what I wanted to do in the cabin. I stay up late, I drink. And of course, meeting Frank.

That's what I did.

Frank was large for a man of his age.

A few nights later, after a party, Frank and I found ourselves behind my cabin. We were both already drunk but continued drinking. (Frank still had nearly a full bottle of wine in his hand.) We'd already been drinking a lot at the party—you know, the chug-the-bottle kind—and I think we both knew that this night was going to be a little more intense. Frank was a little nervous, but the drink relaxed him a little.

And I... I was ready.

As we stumbled into the cabin, choking with laughter, Laura looked up from her book. After I showed her the photo, she became very quiet and never told me what to do.

While there may be other ways to show disapproval, I'm not sure. But I think she was showing her disapproval by not moving away when Frank and I came in together and collapsed on the bench. Even when we started, she just sat there reading her book, pretending not to notice.

After a while, Frank got a little nervous because she was there, but I decided not to move. I didn't want to give her the way she wanted. For me, as long as she likes it and wants to sit there and watch it, let her watch it. If necessary, Frank and I would do it in front of her to show her.

Like I mentioned before, Frank was a little nervous. "What about her?" he asked in a low voice as I unbuttoned my shirt.

By this time, Laura’s presence was becoming more than a mild annoyance; she had been there far longer than I had expected.

“Leave her alone,” I responded loudly and deliberately, making sure Laura would hear. "She just likes to watch."

"Julie!" Her face flushed.

Finally, there was a response.

“Relax,” I told her, a little lispingly. "Have some wine." I threw the half-empty bottle of wine to her. Laura caught the bottle with a look on her face as if she were holding something disgusting. I don't know why, but that expression of hers irritated me. "Drink it," I repeated.

"No thanks," she answered me in her best bitch-like voice.

I'm done.

I slid off the bench and walked toward her. "Drink it!" I ordered angrily. "Or I'll have to show it to my parents." A look of fear appeared on her face, but she didn't talk back. Slowly, she opened the bottle and took a sip.

That was probably the first time she had drunk alcohol.

"Take another sip," I ordered her. She did as she was told, but her behavior just irritated me. I can't explain it now, but at the time I felt very angry. As she took her second sip, I leaned over, grasped her golden curls with one hand, and with the other I firmly grasped the bottle and thrust it into her mouth. "Drink it!" I yelled at her.

"Keep drinking until I tell you to stop." She raised her hand as if to push the bottle away, but quickly gave up. She knew what would happen if I told anyone about the marijuana.

After a few seconds, I pulled the bottle away from her lips. She was breathing heavily and drooling, but she didn't say a word. When she finally caught her breath, I handed the bottle back to her. There is only a quarter left in the bottle now.

“I’m going to do it with Frank now,” I told her. “Do it right there on the bench. You sit there and finish this bottle of wine. If you haven’t finished it by the time we’re done, Mom and Dad will see those pictures when they get home.”

Laura raised her head and looked at me with her eyes wide open because of fear. "Julie," she sobbed, "I..."

“Don’t bargain,” I told her. "If I hear one more word from you, I'm going to release those pictures."

Laura shut up immediately.

Satisfied, I left the bottle with her and returned to the bench where Frank was waiting.

That sex was great!

I sat on Frank’s lap with my back against his thick chest, sliding up and down slowly… up and down his long black cock, his wonderful hands slowly caressing my breasts… …and my face…back to my breasts…to my neck…and back to my chest…

His cock slid in and out of me and it felt so good! So comfortable!

Looking back, I consider that to be my first full sexual intercourse. It was a long, slow-paced intercourse, completely different from the rushed and tense "backseat" intercourse I had experienced before.

It took me a while to come, but when I did, the feeling was unlike any other time I had ever come. A warm, pleasurable wave spread from my lower abdomen throughout my body and seemed to last forever.

But it certainly won’t never stop.

When I finally calmed down, I found myself still sitting on Frank's lap. His cock was still hard and powerful in my pussy. He was speeding up his thrusts and was almost there.

I’m about to cum!

“Frank,” I yelled as I pushed myself up and off his cock. “Don’t cum in me, not inside.” I wasn’t using any protection—my parents would faint if I asked for birth control pills, and Frank didn’t use a condom—and I didn’t want to risk getting pregnant.

"No," he groaned drunkenly, breathing heavily, "I'm going to cum inside you." He grabbed my bare shoulders and pulled me back onto his lap. I squirmed and tried to move away, telling him he couldn't do this. But he didn't listen at all. A man who wants to ejaculate is irrational.

Now I began to feel very scared and wanted to ask Laura for help. She had finished the bottle of wine as I had ordered, and was sitting there, obviously drunk. What a useless bitch! Can't help at all.

unless……

I don't know why I did that. At that point, that seemed like the only way to keep him from cumming inside me.

"Frank," I finally managed to escape his grasp. His cock was still hard as a rock, leaving a trail of slime and fluid down my leg as I left his thigh. "You can cum inside Lola!"

"Lola?" He looked at my sister, who was sitting blankly in a chair.

"Yes." I ran over and grabbed her hair. She made a sharp cry of pain as I pulled, causing the empty bottle to fall, but offered no resistance. I don't think she understood what was going on, and all that drinking must have been hard on her.

“Come help me,” I commanded, dragging Laura by her hair to the bench. Frank finally seemed to understand what I was trying to do. He still looked a little confused, but he helped me restrain Laura as I undid and pulled off her skirt, dragging her down to lie down on the bench.

"Ju-Julie!" Finally, she seemed to wake up a little. She began to struggle and squirm as I pulled her panties down her legs and dropped them over her chest.

"Do it quickly!" I shouted. I get really excited just seeing my bitch sister getting fucked.

Frank hesitated, but succumbed to the alcohol and lust. He knelt between her legs. Lola tried to stop him, but I used my weight to hold her down, allowing Frank to spread her legs further. He leaned forward and pushed his hard, shiny cock into Lola's exposed pussy.

Laura is going crazy!

She writhed and struggled violently and screamed in agony, but Frank and I were able to restrain her. As Laura struggled in vain, Frank stopped fucking her for a few minutes and just kept his cock inside her, enjoying her initiative. Finally, her strength faded and she settled down a little. Frank immediately began thrusting his hips into Laura's pussy.

She started screaming again.

Lola is... a virgin!

I watched my sister's face twist in agony as Frank fucked her. I could see her eyes widen as she fully realized what was happening to her. She began to cry as she struggled, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I'm so excited!

I couldn't help myself and lowered my head to lick the salty tears from her face. Laura opened her mouth as if to say something—probably to say no—but no words came out. Finally, there came a time when my bitch sister couldn't say any more. She just gasped and moaned, squirming beneath us as Frank's huge cock went in and out of her virgin pussy.

I'm not gay - that's not to say I'm against homosexuality, it just means that I like men - but the look of pain and humiliation on Laura's face was irresistible to me.

Once again I couldn't help myself. I moved my face towards Lola and kissed her with my mouth open. She moaned and tried to look away, but I moved along.

Finally, I trapped her against the back of the chair and pressed my lips hard against hers. She opened her mouth as she wanted to moan and I took the opportunity to put my tongue in her mouth. At this time she seemed to relax a little and let me kiss her forcefully.

In fact, my tongue was licking the back of her front teeth as Frank was about to cum. I could feel him humming and working hard behind me. Lola tried to close her mouth, mumbling something that sounded like "no", but I continued to kiss her. Frank thrust roughly, then held still, shooting streams of semen into her virgin pussy. She cried and moaned against my lips and it felt so good.

So wonderful!

Laura rolled off the bench, vomited all over the floor, then stumbled and ran into the bedroom, crying.

I looked at Frank, who was sitting there gasping for breath. "How does this method of contraception work?" I asked him.

Half an hour later, Frank was hard again.

I was a little sore from my first intercourse, but in my drunken state I knew what to do. After using my hand to get his penis fully erect, I led him into the bedroom where Lola was curled up in bed, half asleep. As we climbed into bed she started to cry but didn't really struggle. She was too tired—perhaps too drunk—to resist.

This time, I let Frank fuck her directly while I played with her tits and forced her to French kiss me. Every time she tried to stop me from entering, I would pinch a nipple until she gave in. When he once again filled Laura's honey pot with his male semen, we two sisters were also having a great time!

I admit this seems a little strange, after all we are sisters. But what can I say? Her tongue skills are amazing!

Over the next three days, Lola and I fucked Frank five times before our parents arrived at the cabin. Frank always cums inside Lola. Using my sister as a contraceptive - as if she were a living condom, was... okay! I admit I can't describe it.

The funny thing is, I had expected her to put up more resistance, but she didn't. I guess the previous sexual intercourse broke down her defenses. And every time she tried to stop us from doing anything, I threatened her with the photos.

The last one was my favorite. After Frank and I had been pistoning for a while, we had her kneel down on a small footstool and Frank fucked her from behind while I pressed my dripping wet pussy into her face. She didn't like it, but when I threatened to let Frank fuck her ass, she gave in and almost immediately started licking my pussy.

So while Frank and I were locked in a passionate kiss, our birth control device, Laura, took Frank's penetration from behind and licked my pussy. Frank and I climaxed at the same time.

I asked Lola to clean the cabin, and by the time our parents arrived, everything was back to normal. I thought - or should I say I was afraid - that Laura would tell them what had happened in the past few days. But she didn't. In fact, she remained silent throughout the return trip.

Maybe she thought it was over.

Back to school.

Laura quickly fell back into her old habits at school and at home, generally ignoring me except for telling my parents about me whenever she got the chance. I don't know, my only guess is that she deliberately forgot about the rape and the photos. Perhaps what happened in the cabin was too shocking for her to face.

As for me, I have been waiting anxiously. To be honest, I was a little panicked about what had happened, and I consider myself lucky to have come through it unscathed. Of course, I can always pull out the photos if I need to.

Life remained the same until one morning a few months into the semester. As usual, I had to knock on the bathroom door for several minutes before Laura came out. That particular morning—I think it was mid-October—she stayed even longer than usual, and when she came out she looked sick.

I didn't take it seriously until it happened three days in a row. On the fourth day, I didn't knock on the door hard. I just stood outside the door quietly, put my ear against the door and listened.

Listen carefully.

There was no doubt that what I heard was the sound of vomiting. I remember my first thought was that Laura would not be able to continue studying that year.

The truth cannot be hidden anymore.

When my parents found out Lola was pregnant, the first thing they did was to take her out of school. The initial excuse was a family emergency, then an unknown illness. But even if it was concealed like this, the real reason still spread.

Within a few days, everyone at school knew the real reason why Laura was dropping out. In fact, my family had originally discussed letting me drop out of school as well. But I said it was unfair that I had to be treated this way just because Laura was a whore. And my mother supported me, so I didn't do that.

This was also the first time in my life that my parents supported me instead of Laura. This started to change our relationship a lot.

As for Laura...

She was banished to a small room above the garage. Of course she was grounded, her parents would not let her go outside in this "condition", the only thing they didn't do was to kick her out and embarrass them.

After that, Lola and I didn't have much contact for a while. Until one night my parents were out at a party and Robbie came to see me. We stayed at home alone and did what we wanted to do. Dance to the deafening music, drink...ok! Finally we entered the bedroom. Then things got a little out of control and soon we were half naked and ready to have sex.

Then I had an idea.

I explained it to Robbie. He thought the idea was odd, but didn't object. He's not like Frank, who is basically a good guy. Well...you know what I mean.

That's one reason I like him.

I led him outside into the garage and then to Lola's room. The door was not locked because I had just opened it. When we entered the room, Lola was lying on the bed watching us.

She had her hair in a ponytail for some reason and one of her old dolls was lying next to her, which was pretty weird. It made her look several years younger.

The baby hasn't been born yet.

I explained what was going to happen next.

As I was talking, Lola started crying and shaking her head. She even got up and tried to leave the room. But Robbie smiled and blocked the door, and I grabbed her hair from behind. She winced in pain when I pulled back, but didn't struggle.

"Stop crying, you bitch!" I pushed her back onto the bed. "You better behave yourself or I'll show them the photos."

She continued to sob quietly but made no attempt to escape.

How strange! Now think about it, even if the photos were made public, how bad would her situation be?

"Besides," I continued, relishing the opportunity to torture her. "It doesn't make much difference. Everyone knows you're a whore."

She knew what I meant, and I had told everyone at school about her pregnancy. She still continued to cry, lying on the bed clutching her doll.

I said that's weird, isn't it?

Anyway, Robbie and I started fucking next to her.

As usual, I orgasmed first. Then, when Robbie thinks he's almost there, he pulls his cock out. I watched him climb on top of Laura and insert his penis into her cunt, which had only been used a few times. After about thirty seconds of wild thrusts he came inside her and she just laid there crying.

When we left she was still lying on the bed with her legs wide open, and white sticky fluid flowing out of her slit, staining the sheets.

Robbie came back a few more times, and finally the word got around. I think this is inevitable. Soon after, other guys came over - even some I didn't know very well - and they wanted to fuck Lola. At first I said no, but when one of them offered me money, I quickly changed my mind.

For fifty bucks, anyone can fuck my slutty sister.

Before long, this became an almost nightly fixture. I had to be careful not to let my parents find out, but the cubbyhole over the garage wasn't directly connected to the house, so it was easy for boys to sneak upstairs and rape my sister.

Laura resisted a few times at first, but she quickly realized that she couldn't stop us. In fact, she would get into even more trouble if her parents found out. To her parents, Laura was an indecent girl, and they would not believe that she did it unwillingly.

Over the next few months, half the boys in the school had sex with Laura.

In January, Laura's belly began to swell.

I thought that was the end of it - because I thought fucking a visibly pregnant girl would be a turn-on - but that was not the case.

One day, on my way to school, I met a man. I was a little nervous at first—he was a stranger, after all—but once he explained what he wanted, I became interested.

Basically, he—his name was Rod, by the way—had heard that I was pimping a girl who was pregnant. He wanted to fuck her and take pictures. All right! It sounds a bit weird to me, but the price is great! It's much better than the price usually sold to high school students.

So, that was what Laura did for the next few months. Also, I no longer use her for birth control, I used the money from selling her to buy birth control pills for myself.

Rod would come three times a week with his camera and other stuff. I sat there and watched it a few times. If you think I'm weird, you should look at him. I remember Rod seemed to enjoy fucking Lola from behind in the doggy style position.

As her belly grew bigger, he began to ask her to moo like a cow. It was strange, but it made him horny. My bitch sister's body became fat and swollen due to pregnancy, and she was fucked from behind by this old guy. She had to make miserable mooing sounds. The scene was really... okay! This scene has always remained in my mind.

I guess Rod can't forget this scene either? He recorded it almost every time.

No matter what, all good things must come to an end.

The baby was born in mid-June. Rod said it was a little late, but he certainly didn't mind as he could enjoy his fat heifer for a few more weeks.

And as long as there is money to be made, I don't care.

The baby is black, of course. Actually, it's not completely black, because it's the baby that Lola and Frank had together, but he is obviously a black baby, a little nigger.

This was more than my parents could bear. It was an unbearable shame for them that one of their daughters had premarital sex and got pregnant (yet how could they hold their heads up in church every Sunday?), and yet she was a little nigger? !

Impossible!

Lola is not their child!

Lola and the baby were kicked out and sent to a home for unwed mothers.

Totally denied.

I became their only beneficiary.

Did I mention that trust fund?

All right! It turned out to be worth more than my parents had expected. And it was all given to me, and I’m the one going to college now.

The first thing I did with that fund was move out. I will be attending North Buckville College in the fall. So I rented the ground floor and basement of a house in the suburb of Buckville. I live six hours away from home. That said, my parents were six hours away. This is so beautiful!

Of course, I took Lola with me. She had been living on welfare for several months and the benefits office was happy for me to take her. They were eager for me to take her away as soon as possible, so no one paid any attention when she said she didn't want to go with me. They said she had no right to object—in a small town, gossip travels fast, and I guess they just didn't want to spend their budget on a whore who was too dumb not to use birth control.

Especially there was a black baby.

That's the story.

You know the rest. I let Lola and the baby live in my little basement. It was a little cold sometimes, but she had a blanket. And she earns more. College students are richer than high school students, and they are also more lustful.

And compared to ordinary prostitutes, Lola is much cheaper.

Now it looks a little different. I always keep her hair long and tie it into a ponytail, which makes her look younger and customers seem to like it that way. Especially when they saw her lying in bed with her doll...

Of course, I still use her for birth control. The idea of ​​having her pussy filled with cum without me having to worry about pregnancy was just amazing!

Actually...well, I really shouldn't tell you. But...she's pregnant again! I've called Rod and I'm sure he'll be interested.