That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the aurora 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 schoolhouse, and was perfectly content with going home at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to startle it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The main problem was the yob. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many gamy school day elder do you know who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most people in my class went in unsounded apprehension of those kids. The 1 who, for whatever rationality, decided that their purpose at this stage of their lives is to offend and torment others. almost people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in unceasing care, always subconsciously mindful that while they had aught to care about for now, all that could change in the nictation of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the respective other students who had somehow ended up on the crap tilt of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fear was the order of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The teachers didn't know about it ( we were afraid to tell them ) and the other students didn't care ( they were just happy it was us and not them ).

So that Fri, I come home in the afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as possible. My shirt sleeve is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a dim eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at body of work until belatedly at night, so I figure I can just hide out out and contend with it on my own. But when I unlock the front door and walk in, I'm not alone. My older Sister is sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels.

My sis, 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 looks, Alexa is not. There was a brief period when she was a teen during which she gained some weight unit. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an exercise schedule that took charge of that problem for near. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful eubstance : a vapid stomach, toned thigh, a beat, fit stooge, and a slim 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 brute planet as a little kid. She looks up with a brilliantly smiling when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all form of inquiry about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's zero if not persistent. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these kinds of affair. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and tells me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from Tyler, and then we're going straight to the school to demand action at law.

Obviously, I try to explain to her what a bad musical theme this is.

"These guys aren't habitue, perturb roughneck,"I tell her."They actually just consider hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching people suffer. Just fall it, I can get a new phone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the thought. Anything I can reckon of to avoid having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to conduct care of this situation once and for all.
"nobody 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 sick and terrified, but at the meter, I honestly had a little bit of religion that maybe Alexa could actually render.

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

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

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

If I didn't tactile property like throwing up, I might throw appreciated how comical the situation looked. Josh is about six feet marvellous, a full 9 inches marvellous than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, soft. Still, she's standing there in a precious floral sundress, hands on her rosehip, glaring bloody murder at him. He doesn't seem to know what to say, but by now, John Tyler has come to see what the stickup is. He's about the same size as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the ability to speak in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet awkwardly.

"facial expression, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the earpiece, and then we can just move on, okay ? We won't even talk to you roast anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million dollars. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a yard red flags in my nous, but I'm so dire to believe it that I push those vexation aside. Alexa seems pleased that this is going so well. She beckons me to step 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 Tyler to fare back from his way, as Josh looks on silently.

John Tyler finally returns, holding my phone in his deal. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly natural, 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 effective 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 disdain, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hand on her coxa again, and with no clue of friendliness, tells him to give the speech sound back to her flop now.

"Sure. But first, point me your boob,"Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the conditions. Alexa looks like she can't trust what she's auditory sense.

"excuse me ?"she asks in incredulous anger."What did you just say ?"

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."President Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last word of honor, he actually reaches out for her thorax with his free deal. Alexa smacks it away, laborious, before he can do more than than lightly brush against the cloth of her dress. She takes a step 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 metre he commits a little more than, and his hand cup my sis's breasts before she can agitate it off. Furious, Alexa slaps President Tyler across the face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. Tyler gives her a cold aspect like nothing man, the sort of face a serial grampus might devote his victim. Alexa steps back in sudden awe and discomfort, raising one hired man in front of her as if to service as a warning. It doesn't work. dissolute than I would consume believed, Tyler punches my sister in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and John Tyler is twice her size of it, so when it lands with a sickening thud, she has no chance.

She crumples to the priming coat, curled up holding her tum. I cry out in shock and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and peg my weapon system to my incline. I'd have to make for out every day for two long time before I would be strong enough to break that grip. So I just watch miserably as my sis lies on the reason, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breathing time back, taking open-mouthed, deep swig of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
President Tyler pass around her curled up body, looking down at his handwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her get down brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a grim decoration.

"President 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 surd in the cover of the head word. My eyes water and my mind swimming, and I say goose egg more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my Sister over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the primer coat. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to undertake to fight back back, but the sizing difference between them makes it an insufferable task.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, animal foot kicking, while Tyler just holds her arms and grinning, taking his time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her optic are across-the-board in panic and terror, and the only sounds are oink of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, panicky pule trench in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your nipple,"he says, pushing her arms up over her head. He holds down both her wrists with just one hand. The former slowly locomotion towards my sister's body, softly rubbing her pap as she cries out miserably and redoubles her feat 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 bridge player down the front end of her attire, squeezing and slapping her breasts while laughing. He lets go of her articulatio radiocarpea, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and tries to deform her body away, beating down at the top of his promontory with shut down fists. The blows are not even close to bothersome for President Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his epinephrine is going and he's aroused.

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to squirm away. She actually manages to crusade herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able-bodied to get back on her metrical foot. But John Tyler is too fast. He grabs her ankle joint and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her venter, and mounts her again. This time, his full system of weights is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his backtalk right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's crystal clear what's about to chance to her. She still struggles, but she can barely impress under Tyler's free weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get tidings out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to injure her, set to abandon all dignity for a chance to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her plea with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one bridge player down over her mouth, silencing her. With the early, he gently strokes Alexa's hair, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a convolute sendup of a loving tone."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to offend you, little one,"he assures her, placing a buss on her boldness for emphasis. Alexa is hush except for her terrified panting, eyes wide. I'm not sure if she thought he was life-threatening, but if she did, it didn't finis long.

President Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his vocalism change back to his grievous tone.

"Oh, except for the parting where I tear your sloshed little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, saucy tears rolling down her boldness. Her cry is muffled by the manus around her lip. John Tyler's early hand reaches down to the hem of her garb and slides underneath, moving up to her ass and stroking it while she cries.

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass ?"Tyler asks loudly."You want to get fucked rightfield now ? Huh ? Answer me, you slight puss ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

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

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, zip in her shade but terror and despair. President Tyler laughs out tawdry and covers her mouth with his hired hand again as her cries start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb little whore who never should take come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your face, all you have to do is explicate to me that you're just a stupid person slut who never should have tried to bonk 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 hump himself, or what. The unharmed thing is a mess of incoherent details in my mind. Some matter I can't call up at all, like the colouring of the paries, or what time it was. But early affair I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb whore !"She blurts out in a high squeal the second he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a pillock adulteress who never…who never should have come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, delight let me go, I-I'm a dumb little tart, I…"

She can barely get the words out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any Bob Hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective sure-enough sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. John Tyler starts stroking her hair again, and brings his brim down to her ear.

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

In her scare, it's crystalize that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made gain when President Tyler jumps to his understructure with a sudden burst of manic energy. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and drag down his pants and boxers. His tool is huge, and rock hard with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one hand and hiking up her dress with the early.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, compressed pink cotton plant, with a little bow on the straw man. When he pulls them down, Alexa panic again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile attack to pull her frock back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her feet kick on the floor frantically, and from the strangle stochasticity, it's obvious that she's trying to verbalise into John Tyler's hand, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my baby with one powerful thrust. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut short in a strangled, high-pitched squeal. For a brief instant, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is mute as well, lying completely still. The only sound is their ventilation, President Tyler's deep and slow, and Alexa's precipitous and quick. Then the bit passes.

President Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his hips hitting Alexa's ass with every emphatic push. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without quarrel every prison term John Tyler's body slam back against her, optic scrunched up in agony.

I can see her little torso tremble with each poking, but Tyler seems intent only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his face right next to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely respire from a combination of jar, infliction, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a irregular to trance his breathing time. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving body. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her oral fissure opens as if to hollo or cry, but only a pitiful little skreak escapes.

Tyler gives her little chance to recover. Grabbing her hip, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately didder her forefront as if that will stop him. But her sass is liberate now and she can actually take a breather, so when he penetrates her from tail end again, she squeals with every violent driving force.

The new position seems to have given new free energy to President Tyler, and he attacks misfortunate Alexa savagely. His correctly hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her head back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The early mitt grabs one of her articulatio radiocarpea and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to give it. Alexa's look is contorted in agony, and when, after respective long moment, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling shut down to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulder and forces her headland back down to the primer. He shoves her facial expression punishing into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the floor so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the stride and business leader of his jab, pulling her cover into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his coxa forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth violently, hands beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, Tyler gives one close thrust, the deepest one yet, and grunts in satisfaction as he ejaculates deeply inside my sister. He holds it in shoes for a few sec, then pulls out of her. There's blood on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for uncontrollable shivering on the kitchen story. Tyler gets up and puts his wearing apparel back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few sec to take hold of his intimation, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"Tyler tells me with a grinning."Your sister's a nice piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the meter, the unit thing felt like a nightmare I was going to ignite up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"Tyler adds with a cheeky grinning as he looks at Alexa lying on her stomach, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to pull her torn and ruined panty back up her numb, bruised legs. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't mind baggy second base, so go assistance yourself !"

They switch situation, President Tyler holding me down while Josh 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 kindness, as if she was a sex doll or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not for certain if she was even conscious at that point.

At this point in time, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this former than those pitiful, transgress little whines, and John Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next affair I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the sustenance room of Tyler's theatre. Josh is glaring silently from a quoin, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking clear about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the underworld out of here as soon as possible. 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 worse than I could have imagined. Her dress is lousy and torn, hanging off her left shoulder where the shoulder strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from President Tyler, and her peg are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her hairsbreadth is a mess as well, and pip of all, there's a slender dribble of blood and semen running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her hair too. They must have done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any front looks like it's agony to her.

Tyler seems to be giving terminal monition before letting us go. He knows I could never tell anyone. He's bonk me for years. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my warning are brief and to the distributor point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her typeface, turning it upward to calculate at him. His other hand caresses her chest of drawers, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her done for body.

"Don't William Tell anybody what happened here, stunner,"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 have a go at it you even harder, you sweet slight bitch. Do you want that ?"

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

"That's not upright enough. I asked you if you want me to wait until your sore little SOB heals up and then tear it apart again. Why don't you say, no, I don't want that ?"

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

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

Tyler's smile broadens."undecomposed, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid trivial whore like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her feet with her hired hand folded demurely in front line of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a pudden-head little whore."

"That's flop. Now get the shtup out of here, you two."
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That was about five year ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a identification number of charges. Josh is doing 15 in substitution for ratting on Tyler.

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

Anyway, my therapist said telling the whole narration would be helpful to help me bring around, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never forget .