That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the first light if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary bicycle to happen, I would experience shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school, and was perfectly message with going habitation 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 chief trouble was the bullies. How misfortunate is that ? I mean, how many high schoolhouse elder do you know who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most people in my ground level went in silent apprehension of those Thomas Kid. The ace who, for whatever reason, decided that their purpose at this point of their lives is to hurt and curse others. Most people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in invariable caution, always subconsciously aware that while they had cypher to worry about for now, all that could interchange in the nictation of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several other scholarly person who had somehow ended up on the hoot list of Josh, President Tyler, and their posse, care was the ordination of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The instructor didn't know about it ( we were afraid to tell them ) and the other bookman didn't concern ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Fri, I come dwelling house in the good afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as potential. My shirt arm is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a smuggled eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at employment until previous at dark, so I figure I can just enshroud out and deal 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 shirker. And while I'm very forgettable in terminus of face, Alexa is not. There was a brief period when she was a adolescent during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an recitation schedule that took care of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a straight stomach, toned thighs, a round, fit coffin nail, and a slender waist. I was always covetous of how easy she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore class of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to become a veterinary ever since she first started watching fauna satellite as a picayune kid. She looks up with a shiny smiling when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the DoS I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kinds of enquiry about what happened to me, who did it, etc. dubiousness I try to turn away and shrug off, but she's nothing if not persistent. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to estimate it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these kinds of things. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and Tell me to go vary right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from Tyler, and then we're going straight person to the school to need action.

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

"These guys aren't habitue, troubled bullies,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching hoi polloi suffer. Just drop it, I can get a new phone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the idea. Anything I can think of to avert having to go see these guy again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to shell out with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to guide care of this position once and for all.
"Nobody messes with my short brother like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically fed up and panicky, but at the time, I honestly had a little bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's menage, waiting for night so they can go to measure and imbibe some more. for certain enough, when we arrive, we can pick up medicine from outside the threshold. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the room access. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the hold up mortal in the earthly concern he was expecting to see, especially adjacent to a pretty girlfriend like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its common 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 aged Sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to cause a problem."

If I didn't flavor like throwing up, I might deliver appreciated how comical the place looked. Josh is about six fundament tall, a full 9 inches improbable than Alexa. He also has 90 lbf. on her, promiscuous. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring bloody execution at him. He doesn't seem to get it on what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the holdup is. He's about the Same size as Josh, but doesn't seem to misplace the ability to speak in this site. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his substructure awkwardly.

"looking at, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just affect on, okay ? We won't even talk to you laugh at anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million dollars. This chemical reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should take set off a thousand red signal flag in my mind, but I'm so despairing to believe it that I push those concerns 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 shock. Josh closes the room access 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 come back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my phone in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly natural, holding it out for her. If things had just gone smoothly, we could bear been home half an hr later watching TV. But it was too good to be true.

Quick as a snake, Tyler jerks the telephone set away as Alexa goes to study it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hands on her hips again, and with no tinge of friendliness, tells him to give the phone back to her right now.

"Sure. But number 1, show me your tits,"Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the atmospheric condition. Alexa looks like she can't believe what she's audience.

"exculpation me ?"she asks in incredulous ira."What did you just say ?"

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the final stage intelligence, he actually reaches out for her chest with his dislodge bridge player. Alexa smacks it away, firmly, before he can do More than lightly brush against the fabric of her frock. 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 clock time he commits a little Sir Thomas More, and his paw cups my babe's knocker before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the facial expression. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a misapprehension almost immediately. Tyler gives her a cold look like nothing human, the sort of face a serial killer might move over his victim. Alexa steps back in sudden care and irritation, raising one hand in front of her as if to assist as a warning. It doesn't work. Faster than I would have believed, Tyler punches my babe in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and Tyler is twice her size, so when it lands with a sickening thud, she has no chance.

She crumples to the priming, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in stupor and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and peg my arms to my side. I'd have to work out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to damp that grip. So I just watch miserably as my sister lies on the soil, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breather back, taking open-mouthed, mystifying gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walks around her curled up trunk, looking down at his handcraft. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her illumine brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blue palm.

"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 hard in the rachis of the head. My eyes body of water and my head swimming, and I say zilch more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my sister over onto her rear and straddles her, pinning her weapon system down to the ground. By now, she's recovered enough from the lick to try to press back, but the size difference between them makes it an impossible job.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while Tyler just holds her arms and smile, taking his clip. Alexa isn't scream or saying anything. Her eye are all-inclusive in panic and terror, and the simply auditory sensation are oink of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, panicked pule deep in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your tits,"he says, pushing her arms up over her headland. He holds down both her wrist joint with just one hired hand. The other slowly travel towards my Sister's torso, softly rubbing her tits as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to escape.

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

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to wriggle away. She actually manages to push herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her substructure. But John Tyler is too fast. He grabs her mortise joint and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her tummy, and mounts her again. This time, his full weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his brim right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's quartz glass vindicated what's about to encounter to her. She still struggles, but she can barely impress under John Tyler's weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get Scripture out. In between whoreson, she begs John Tyler not to hurt her, make to give up all dignity for a chance to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his clock time, listening to her plea with an divert grin. Then, he clamps one hand 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 twisted mockery of a loving look."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to hurt you, little one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her boldness for vehemence. Alexa is quiet except for her terrified trousering, eye wide. I'm not indisputable if she thought he was grave, but if she did, it didn't endure long.

John Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his voice change back to his serious tone.

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your tight piddling ass in one-half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, freshly crying rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouthpiece. Tyler's early hand reaches down to the hem of her wearing apparel and glide 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 right now ? Huh ? Answer me, you niggling slit ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

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

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, nothing in her timber but terror and desperation. Tyler laughs out trashy and covers her mouthpiece with his hand again as her battle cry start to rile him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dim little whore who never should birth come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your face, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a stupid slut who never should have tried to fuck with me, and I won't distress 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 altogether affair is a mess of incoherent details in my mind. Some things I can't remember at all, like the color of the paries, or what meter it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

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

She can barely get the wrangle out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, misfortunate young lady clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective quondam sister who rang the buzzer not too long ago. President Tyler starts stroking her hair again, and brings his lips down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you acknowledge 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 terror, it's elucidate that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made assoil when President Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden salvo of manic energy. He puts a base on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his gasp and boxers. His shaft is huge, and rock hard with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her oral cavity with one hand and hiking up her wearing apparel with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, pixilated pink cotton, with a little bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a otiose attempt to pull her attire back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her base kick on the floor frantically, and from the tone down randomness, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into Tyler's hand, begging him to finish. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his cock, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one powerful thrust. Alexa's stifled supplication are immediately cut short in a strangled, high-pitched squeal. For a brief 2d, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The only audio is their breathing, President Tyler's deep and slow, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the second passes.

Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his pelvic arch hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful jab. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without tidings every time Tyler's torso slams back against her, eyes scrunched up in agony.

I can see her fiddling dead body tremble with each thrust, but Tyler seems intent only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his aspect right next to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combination of shock, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to arrest his breathing space. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving dead body. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her mouth opens as if to scream or cry, but only a deplorable little whine escapes.

President Tyler gives her little chance to recoup. Grabbing her pelvis, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the intensity level to resist anymore, except to desperately shake her headspring as if that will stop him. But her sassing is free now and she can actually rest, so when he penetrates her from buttocks again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new position seems to have given new muscularity to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His right bridge player holds her ponytail, wrenching her promontory back, forcing her book binding to arch as far as it will go. The early hand grabs one of her radiocarpal joint and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's look is contorted in torture, and when, after various long hour, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling secretive to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulder and strength her head back down to the primer. He shoves her side hard into the roofing tile, pressing down her cheek on the floor so she can see her raper on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the pace and business leader of his thrusts, pulling her spine into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his articulatio coxae forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth River violently, hands beating helplessly against the level.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, John Tyler gives one finale knife thrust, the deepest one yet, and grunt in satisfaction as he ejaculates mysterious inside my sister. He holds it in place for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's blood on his dick.

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

"Not bad,"Tyler tells me with a smile."Your sister's a nice bit of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the time, the whole thing felt like a incubus I was going to wake up from any second.

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

They switch position, Tyler holding me down while Josh walks 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 benignity, as if she was a sex dolly or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even conscious at that point.

At this gunpoint, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this early than those pitiful, break out little whimper, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next affair I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the aliveness room of Tyler's house. 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 potential. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her foundation, until Tyler grabs her chin with his mitt and forces her to seem up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks tough than I could give birth imagined. Her wearing apparel is pestiferous and torn, hanging off her pass on shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her knee are scraped and bleeding. Her hair is a mess as well, and worst of all, there's a lean dribble of rip and seminal fluid running down the backbone 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 movement looks like it's agony to her.

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

He stands right in front man of her, and softly raises a hand to her face, turning it up to face at him. His other mitt caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her destroy torso.

"Don't Tell anybody what happened here, ravisher,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the back of his digit."If you do, I'm going to get it on you again. I'm going to lie with you even harder, you sweet little bitch. Do you want that ?"

bout rolling down her nerve, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible handclasp of her nous. Tyler tut tuts.

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

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

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

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

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her metrical unit with her hands folded demurely in presence of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a dullard fiddling whore."

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

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of schoolhouse, and had trouble with drugs and alcohol. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a stripper for a twelvemonth 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 bullshit back together though, and with lots of therapy and help, she's gon na be okay.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the whole news report would be helpful to help oneself me heal, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never draw a blank .