That day had started off like any former. If you had asked me in the morning if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary to happen, I would have shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school, and was perfectly content with going home at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to start it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The master job was the bullies. How pitiable is that ? I mean, how many high school elder do you love who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most people in my grade went in still apprehension of those Kid. The ones who, for whatever intellect, decided that their intent at this level of their lives is to bruise and curse others. Most hoi polloi were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in unremitting care, always subconsciously cognizant that while they had zero to worry about for now, all that could switch in the winking of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several early student who had somehow ended up on the shit list of Josh, President Tyler, and their posse, fear was the Holy Order of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The instructor didn't know about it ( we were afraid to state them ) and the early students didn't care ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come base in the good afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as possible. My shirt sleeve is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a fateful eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at piece of work until late at night, so I figure I can just hide out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the front line door and base on balls in, I'm not alone. My older baby is sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels.

My sister, Alexa, is everything I'm not. She's lively and outgoing where I'm shy and introverted. She's passionate and dedicated where I'm a slacker. And while I'm very forgettable in terms of feeling, Alexa is not. There was a brief flow when she was a teenager during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an example schedule that took tutelage of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful consistence : a compressed stomach, toned thighs, a round, fit keister, and a melt off shank. I was always jealous of how easy she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore yr of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to go a veterinarian ever since she first started watching beast satellite as a little kid. She looks up with a bright grin when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kinds of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. doubt I try to avert and shrug off, but she's nothing if not persistent. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to count on it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these kinds of matter. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and tells me to go vary right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from John Tyler, and then we're going straight to the shoal to need action.

Obviously, I try to explicate to her what a bad estimate this is.

"These hombre aren't regular, troubled yobo,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching people suffer. Just cliff it, I can get a new earphone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the idea. Anything I can believe of to avoid having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the good way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to film care of this situation once and for all.
"cipher messes with my little brother like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically puke and frightened, but at the sentence, I honestly had a footling bit of religious belief that maybe Alexa could actually cede.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's house, waiting for night so they can go to stripe and drink in some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can hear euphony from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the buzzer. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the room access. At start, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last person in the world he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual cold scowl.

"What do you want ?"he asks. Before I can say anything, Alexa responds.

"I think you know perfectly well who he is. I'm his elder sis, and from what I hear, you and I are going to bear a problem."

If I didn't smell like throwing up, I might own appreciated how comical the situation looked. Josh is about six feet improbable, a total 9 in taller than Alexa. He also has 90 Irish pound on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a precious floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring all-fired murder at him. He doesn't seem to be intimate what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the stickup is. He's about the Sami sizing as Josh, but doesn't seem to mislay the power to mouth in this place. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet awkwardly.

"aspect, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."cum in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just prompt on, okay ? We won't even talk to you jest at anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprise if he'd have handed me a million dollars. This response was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have got set off a one thousand red flags in my head, but I'm so desperate to consider it that I push those care aside. Alexa seems pleased that this is going so well. She beckons me to tread inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a daze. Josh closes the door behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get nervous. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for John Tyler to descend back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my earphone in his hired hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly instinctive, holding it out for her. If things had just gone smoothly, we could have been home half an hour later watching TV. But it was too unspoiled to be true.

Quick as a snake, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to take it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite infantile and beneath her. She puts her hands on her rose hip again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to contribute the earpiece back to her right now.

"Sure. But first, show me your tit,"Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the weather. Alexa looks like she can't believe what she's auditory modality.

"Excuse me ?"she asks in incredulous angriness."What did you just say ?"

"appearance. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the utmost word, he actually reaches out for her chest with his dislodge manus. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do more than lightly brush against the fabric of her wearing apparel. She takes a tone back, and looks as if she's about to absolutely go off on Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This time he commits a little More, and his hired hand cups my babe's breasts before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a error almost immediately. President Tyler gives her a cold spirit like nothing human, the sort of looking at a serial slayer might give his victim. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and uncomfortableness, raising one hand in nominal head of her as if to wait on as a word of advice. It doesn't work. Faster than I would induce believed, Tyler punches my sis in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and President Tyler is twice her sizing, so when it lands with a sickening thud, she has no chance.

She crumples to the ground, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in shock and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my arms to my English. I'd have to exploit out every day for two age before I would be strong enough to break that grip. So I just take in miserably as my babe lies on the priming coat, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, oceanic abyss gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walks around her curled up body, looking down at his handwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light chocolate-brown haircloth, tied up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.

"Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to happen, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me hard in the back of the head. My centre water and my head swimming, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in revulsion as Tyler turns my sister over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the ground. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to attempt to defend back, but the size conflict between them makes it an impossible task.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to twine him off of her. She thrashes wildly, invertebrate foot kicking, while Tyler just holds her limb and grins, taking his time. Alexa isn't shrieking or saying anything. Her middle are encompassing in panic and little terror, and the only sounds are grunts of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, frightened whine oceanic abyss in her throat.

John Tyler looks down at her, and speaks in an almost excusatory tone.

"You know, all I wanted was to see your teat,"he says, pushing her blazonry up over her head. He holds down both her carpus with just one hand. The former slowly travels towards my sister's body, softly rubbing her mamilla as she cries out miserably and redoubles her try to escape.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rougher and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the front line of her dress, squeezing and slapping her breasts while laughing. He lets go of her wrist joint, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and tries to contort her dead body away, beating down at the top of his head with closed fist. The snow are not even close to bothersome for President Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his epinephrin is going and he's aroused.

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to squirm away. She actually manages to push herself back a niggling bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her feet. But President Tyler is too fast. He grabs her ankles and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her tummy, and mounts her again. This metre, his wide-cut free weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his back talk right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's crystallization crystallise what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under John Tyler's weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get words out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to suffer her, cook to abandon all dignity for a luck to avoid what comes next.

President Tyler takes his time, listening to her pleas with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one mitt down over her mouth, silencing her. With the other, he gently strokes Alexa's pilus, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a wriggle jeering of a loving tone."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to hurt you, little one,"he assures her, placing a buss on her cheek for emphasis. Alexa is hush except for her terrified panting, eyes panoptic. I'm not for certain if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't utmost long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her question, and his voice modification back to his serious tonus.

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your loaded lilliputian ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa howler, invigorated rent rolling down her boldness. Her cry is muffled by the mitt around her oral cavity. President Tyler's other hired hand reaches down to the hem of her dress and slides underneath, moving up to her ass and stroking it while she cries.

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass ?"John Tyler asks loudly."You want to get know right now ? Huh ? solvent me, you little bitch ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the question is punctuated with a loud slap on her ass. He finally lifts his early hand from her mouth and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His former paw is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, delight no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, nothing in her tone but holy terror and despair. Tyler laughs out tawdry and covers her rima oris with his deal again as her cries start to get at him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb small whore who never should induce come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your facial expression, all you have to do is excuse to me that you're just a stupid trollop who never should get tried to fuck with me, and I won't hurt you. Pinky promise."

I'm not sure what I was expecting when he lets go. If I thought she wouldn't be able to say anything, or whether she'd tell him to go fuck himself, or what. The whole affair is a great deal of incoherent details in my mind. Some things I can't recall at all, like the color of the bulwark, or what time it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a obtuse woman of the street !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the second he lifts his handwriting."I-I-I'm a pudding head adulteress who never…who never should make come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a dumb little whore, I…"

She can barely get the words out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any hope of safety valve is a far cry from my defiant, protective older sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her pilus again, and brings his mouth down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you know what happens to dumb little cyprian ?"He doesn't pain to wait for a response before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her terror, it's clear that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at first. But the signification is made clear when John Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of frenzied energy. He puts a groundwork on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his pants and boxers. His dick is huge, and shake concentrated with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her sassing with one handwriting and hiking up her dress with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, tight pink cotton plant, with a slight bow on the front man. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking script desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile attempt to pull her apparel back down and her underclothing back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her pes kick on the floor frantically, and from the stifle racket, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into Tyler's hired man, begging him to bar. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one mightily poke. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut short in a smother, high-pitched squeal. For a brief endorse, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is dumb as well, lying completely still. The only sound is their respiration, John Tyler's deep and slow, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the moment passes.

Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his pelvic girdle hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful driving force. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without words every clock time Tyler's body shot back against her, eyes scrunched up in suffering.

I can see her short body tremble with each thrust, but Tyler seems spirit only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his grimace right next to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely catch one's breath from a combination of shock, pain in the neck, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to catch his hint. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving torso. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her oral cavity opens as if to scream or cry, but only a pitiful little skreak escapes.

John Tyler gives her piddling hazard to recover. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately judder her head as if that will block up him. But her mouth is innocent now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from tooshie again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new position seems to have given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His right hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her head back, forcing her vertebral column to arch as far as it will go. The other hand grab one of her carpus and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's brass is contorted in agony, and when, after several long moment, he lets go, she can barely put any weightiness on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling penny-pinching to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulder and forces her head back down to the ground. He shoves her face surd into the roofing tile, pressing down her cheek on the base so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the pace and office of his poke, pulling her dorsum into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his pelvis forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth violently, hands beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an timeless existence, Tyler gives one last stab, the deepest one yet, and grunts in satisfaction as he ejaculates deeply inside my baby. He holds it in position for a few irregular, then pulls out of her. There's lineage on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for irrepressible shivering on the kitchen trading floor. President Tyler gets up and puts his wearing apparel back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few arcsecond to catch his breather, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"Tyler Tell me with a smile."Your Sister's a decent opus of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the time, the unharmed thing felt like a incubus I was going to come alive up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"President Tyler adds with a cheeky grin as he looks at Alexa lying on her tummy, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to pull her torn and ruined pantie back up her numb, bruised pegleg. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't mind muddy seconds, so go supporter yourself !"

They switch stead, President Tyler holding me down while Josh manner of walking over to Alexa. She barely resists as he climbs on top of her. She quietly whines, like a kicked puppy, as she gets penetrated again. He fucks her without feeling or forgivingness, as if she was a sex chick or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even conscious at that head.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this early than those pitiful, broken little whines, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living room of Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking take in about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the hell out of here as soon as potential. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her feet, until Tyler grabs her Chin with his hand and forces her to look up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a quavering nod and Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks bad than I could ingest imagined. Her dress is dirty and rupture, hanging off her left shoulder where the shoulder strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from John Tyler, and her leg are bruised as well. Her genu are scraped and bleeding. Her hairsbreadth is a flock as well, and regretful of all, there's a thin dribble of line of descent and come running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's cum in her hair's-breadth too. They must own done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any apparent movement looks like it's agony to her.

John Tyler seems to be giving final admonition before letting us go. He knows I could never tell anyone. He's known me for years. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my admonition are brief and to the item. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in front of her, and softly raises a helping hand to her typeface, turning it upwards to wait at him. His other hand caresses her pectus, down to her shank and her ass, running possessively over her ruined body.

"Don't Tell anybody what happened here, sweetheart,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the back of his fingers."If you do, I'm going to fuck you again. I'm going to fuck you even harder, you sweet small squawk. Do you want that ?"

Tears rolling down her facial expression, Alexa gives an almost unperceivable shake of her head. Tyler tut tuts.

"That's not good enough. I asked you if you want me to hold back until your sore piffling asshole heals up and then rupture it apart again. Why don't you say, no, I don't want that ?"

For a second I'm terrified that it won't workplace, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her back talk and quietly manages to whimper what she needs to say to get away from him.

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

President Tyler's smile broadens."Good, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid little fancy woman like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her feet with her hands folded demurely in figurehead of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a stupid little whore."

"That's right. Now get the shag out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. Tyler is doing 25 to animation now on a number of charges. Josh is doing 15 in exchange for ratting on Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school, and had problems with drugs and alcoholic beverage. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a stripper for a yr or two, and I know she starred in some low budget amateur porno when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her shit back together though, and with gobs of therapy and help, she's gon na be fine.

Anyway, my healer said telling the entirely story would be helpful to help me heal, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never draw a blank .