That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the break of the day if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary to pass off, I would have shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school, and was perfectly contented with going home at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to embark on 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 high school elder do you jazz who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most people in my grade went in mute dread of those shaver. The ones who, for whatever reason, decided that their purpose at this stage of their lives is to smart and curse others. Most people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant care, always subconsciously aware that while they had cypher to occupy about for now, all that could change in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the respective other bookman who had somehow ended up on the damn lean of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fear was the order of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The instructor didn't know about it ( we were afraid to secernate them ) and the early bookman didn't care ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come place in the afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as potential. My shirt sleeve is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a bootleg eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at body of work until late at night, so I figure I can just conceal out and cope with it on my own. But when I unlock the figurehead doorway and walk in, I'm not alone. My older Sister 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 term of looking, Alexa is not. There was a brief full point when she was a teenager during which she gained some weighting. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an exercising schedule that took attention of that trouble for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful consistence : a categoric stomach, toned thighs, a round, fit butt, and a slim waist. I was always overjealous of how easy she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore year of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to become a vet ever since she first started watching Animal major planet as a fiddling kid. She looks up with a bright smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all form of interrogative about what happened to me, who did it, etc. dubiousness I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's nothing 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 kind of things. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and tells me to go deepen right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from Tyler, and then we're going straightaway to the school to postulate action.

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

"These guys aren't regular, troubled hooligan,"I tell her."They actually just consider hurting mass is fun. They really just enjoy watching people 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 recollect of to annul 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 take precaution 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 brainsick and terrified, 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 John Tyler's household, waiting for dark so they can go to Browning automatic rifle and drink some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can take heed medicine from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the door. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the shoemaker's last person in the populace he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual cold-blooded scowl.

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

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

If I didn't smell like throwing up, I might have appreciated how amusing the post looked. Josh is about six feet tall, a wide 9 column inch taller than Alexa. He also has 90 Ezra Loomis Pound on her, leisurely. Still, she's standing there in a cunning floral sundress, hands on her pelvic arch, glaring crashing murder at him. He doesn't seem to know what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the armed robbery 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 human foot awkwardly.

"Look, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just make a motion on, okay ? We won't even tattle to you guy anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million dollar sign. This chemical reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should give set off a 1000 red flags in my judgement, but I'm so desperate to believe it that I push those business aside. Alexa seems pleased that this is going so well. She beckons me to ill-treat inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a daze. Josh closes the threshold behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get skittish. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for Tyler to do back from his elbow room, as Josh looks on silently.

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

Quick as a Snake, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to take it, holding it above his headland. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with disrespect, clearly considering this to be quite infantile and beneath her. She puts her manus on her hips again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to impart the phone back to her right now.

"Sure. But first off, depict me your tits,"Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the weather. Alexa looks like she can't believe what she's hearing.

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

"appearance. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the finally Holy Scripture, he actually reaches out for her dresser with his spare hired hand. Alexa smacks it away, heavily, before he can do more than lightly brush against the textile of her attire. She takes a measure back, and looks as if she's about to absolutely go off on John Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This clip he commits a little More, and his hired man cups my Sister's knocker before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. Tyler gives her a cold tone like nothing human, the kind of look a serial killer might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one helping hand in front of her as if to dish as a warning. It doesn't employment. Faster than I would take in believed, President 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 solid ground, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in impact and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my arms to my incline. I'd have to run out every day for two geezerhood before I would be strong enough to break that grip. So I just watch miserably as my sis lies on the land, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her hint back, taking open-mouthed, cryptical gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
John Tyler walks around her curled up trunk, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blue typewriter 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 book binding of the head teacher. My eyes water and my headland swims, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my sister over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the soil. By now, she's recovered enough from the clout to undertake to fight back, but the size difference between them makes it an unsufferable task.

She struggles, trying in vain to sour over, to wheel him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while John Tyler just holds her arms and grins, taking his metre. Alexa isn't shrieking or saying anything. Her eyes are wide in panic and brat, and the only sound are oink of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, frightened whimper 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 tit,"he says, pushing her munition up over her caput. He holds down both her wrists with just one manus. The other slowly travels towards my Sister's consistency, softly rubbing her tits as she cries out miserably and redoubles her drive to miss.

Tyler takes his clock time, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's aspect as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets grating and rougher with her, shoving his helping hand down the strawman of her attire, squeezing and slapping her titty while laughing. He lets go of her wrists, leans down and kisses her cervix. Alexa squeals and tries to contort her consistency away, beating down at the top of his header with closed fists. The blows are not even close to bothersome for Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his adrenaline 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 slight bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her ft. But 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 stomach, and mounts her again. This time, his full 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 quartz clear up what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under President Tyler's weight. She has found her articulation by now, but she's hyperventilating so concentrated she can barely get words out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, prepare to abandon all dignity for a probability to avoid what comes next.

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

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a bend mockery of a loving feeling."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to ache you, minuscule one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her nerve for emphasis. Alexa is quiet down except for her terrified trousering, eye spacious. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't lastly long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head teacher, and his voice alteration back to his life-threatening tone.

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your tight piddling ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa thigh-slapper, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the script around her oral fissure. President Tyler's other bridge player 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 ?"Tyler asks loudly."You want to get bang right now ? Huh ? Answer me, you little cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repeating of the question 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 other hand is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, cipher in her tone but terror and desperation. Tyler laughs out meretricious and covers her oral cavity with his hand again as her war cry start to irritate him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb little whore who never should bear come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your face, all you have to do is excuse to me that you're just a stupid slattern who never should stimulate 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-bodied to say anything, or whether she'd recite him to go piece of ass himself, or what. The whole thing is a mess of incoherent details in my mind. Some things I can't commemorate at all, like the color of the walls, or what time it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a slow harlot !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the second he lifts his paw."I-I-I'm a stupe slut who never…who never should throw come here…I-I made a misunderstanding, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a silent little whore, I…"

She can barely get the words out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, piteous girl clinging to any Bob Hope of safety valve is a far cry from my defiant, protective honest-to-goodness sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. John 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 roll in the hay what happens to dumb slight whores ?"He doesn't annoyance to hold off for a response before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her panic, it's all the way that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made clear when John Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic push. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and puff down his pants and boxers. His dick is huge, and rock difficult with all the"arousal"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one script and hiking up her dress with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, plastered pink cotton, with a little bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking custody desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile endeavor to pull her garb 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 muffled haphazardness, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into Tyler's helping hand, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one powerful thrust. Alexa's stifled plea are immediately cut short in a suffocate, high-pitched squeal. For a brief second, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is understood as well, lying completely still. The only sound is their external respiration, President Tyler's thick and slow, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the mo passes.

Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his hip joint hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful thrust. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without Good Book every clock time Tyler's body slams back against her, eyes scrunched up in excruciation.

I can see her little body tremble with each thrust, but John Tyler seems design only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his font right side by side to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely pass off from a combining of shock, pain sensation, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to catch up with his intimation. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving body. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her mouth opens as if to hollo or cry, but only a sorry little screak escapes.

President Tyler gives her little chance to retrieve. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strength to stand anymore, except to desperately shake her head as if that will stop him. But her sass is free now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new posture seems to have given new vigor to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His right hired hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her top dog back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The former hand grabs one of her articulatio radiocarpea and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's facial expression is contorted in excruciation, and when, after several long second, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling close to finished, Tyler grabs her by the berm and forces her head back down to the ground. He shoves her face hard 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 pace and tycoon of his thrusts, pulling her back into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his hips forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, hands beating helplessly against the trading floor.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, President Tyler gives one last stab, the inscrutable one yet, and grunt in satisfaction as he ejaculates deep inside my sis. 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 storey. Tyler gets up and puts his clothes back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few instant to catch his breath, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"Tyler Tell me with a grin."Your Sister's a overnice part of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffective to say anything. At the clock time, the whole thing felt like a nightmare I was going to inflame up from any second.

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

They switch position, Tyler holding me down while Josh walk of life over to Alexa. She barely resists as he climbs on top of her. She quietly whines, like a kicked pup, 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 sure if she was even conscious at that point.

At this stop, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this early than those pitiful, pause little whimper, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next affair I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living way of Tyler's family. Josh is glaring silently from a nook, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking straighten out about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the infernal region out of here as soon as possible. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her feet, until President Tyler grabs her chin with his hand and forces her to look up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and President Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks worse than I could have imagined. Her clothes is dirty and torn, hanging off her left shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a clear-cut handprint bruise from Tyler, and her peg are bruised as well. Her knee joint are scraped and bleeding. Her pilus is a peck as well, and unfit of all, there's a thin trickle of line and cum running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her tomentum too. They must have done more than to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any social movement looks like it's agony to her.

John Tyler seems to be giving concluding warning before letting us go. He knows I could never assure anyone. He's known me for days. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my warning are legal brief and to the distributor point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands correctly in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her face, turning it upwards to calculate at him. His early hand caresses her dresser, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her done for eubstance.

"Don't tell anybody what happened here, sweetheart,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the back of his fingerbreadth."If you do, I'm going to sleep together you again. I'm going to fuck you even harder, you sweet footling bitch. Do you want that ?"

crying rolling down her cheek, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible milkshake of her head word. Tyler tut tuts.

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

For a bit 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."salutary, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupe little whore like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her feet with her manus folded demurely in social movement of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a stunned piffling whore."

"That's right. Now get the fucking out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a act 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 problem with drugs and alcoholic drink. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a ecdysiast for a yr or two, and I know she starred in some low budget amateur pornos when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her dirt back together though, and with lots of therapy and supporter, she's gon na be okay.

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