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 encounter, I would have shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to schooling, and was perfectly message with going abode at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to bulge 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 gamey school seniors do you know who still get bullied ? Of course of action, it wasn't just me. well-nigh masses in my grade went in silent apprehension of those fry. The unity who, for whatever cause, decided that their design at this stage of their lifespan is to hurt and curse others. Most people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant care, always subconsciously aware that while they had nothing to vex about for now, all that could exchange in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several early bookman who had somehow ended up on the snitch list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fright 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 charge ( they were just gladiolus it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come menage in the afternoon, trying to get to my way as inconspicuously as possible. My shirt sleeve is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a nigrify 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 door and paseo in, I'm not alone. My erstwhile babe 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 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 inscription, began an practice schedule that took tending of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a flat stomach, toned thigh, a round, fit rear end, and a slender waist. I was always jealous of how easy she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her soph year of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to become a vet ever since she first started watching fauna Planet as a minuscule kid. She looks up with a promising smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the body politic I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kinds of enquiry about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's zip if not unrelenting. 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 things. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and William Tell me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from President Tyler, and then we're going heterosexual person to the school to postulate action.

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

"These bozo aren't habitue, upset bullies,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting hoi polloi is fun. They really just savour watching multitude suffer. Just drop curtain it, I can get a new earpiece, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the approximation. Anything I can think of to avert having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the proficient way to share with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to subscribe to care of this situation once and for all.
"nonentity messes with my little buddy like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically sick and frightened, but at the clock time, I honestly had a little bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually cede.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at President Tyler's house, waiting for night so they can go to bars and drink some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can see music from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the doorway. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the terminal person in the world he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty fille like Alexa. But his facial expression quickly goes back to its common 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 feel like throwing up, I might birth appreciated how funny the situation looked. Josh is about six feet improbable, a full 9 inches magniloquent than Alexa. He also has 90 Lebanese pound on her, loose. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her hip joint, glaring damn murder at him. He doesn't seem to get laid what to say, but by now, President Tyler has come to see what the stickup is. He's about the same size as Josh, but doesn't seem to misplace the ability to speak in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet awkwardly.

"Look, this just a mistaking,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just be active on, okay ? We won't even talk to you guys 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 have set off a thousand red pin in my mind, but I'm so desperate to trust it that I push those concerns aside. Alexa seems proud of 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 doorway behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get aflutter. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for Tyler to amount back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my telephone in his hand. 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 goodness to be true.

Quick as a serpent, John Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to lease it, holding it above his promontory. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with disrespect, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her work force on her hips again, and with no lead of friendliness, tells him to hand the speech sound back to her right now.

"Sure. But kickoff, picture me your titty,"Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the weather. Alexa looks like she can't believe what she's earshot.

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

"show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last give-and-take, he actually reaches out for her breast with his free script. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do more than lightly brush against the fabric of her dress. She takes a footfall back, and looks as if she's about to absolutely go off on President Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This time he commits a little more, and his hand cupful my sis's boob before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the cheek. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a misapprehension almost immediately. Tyler gives her a coldness look like nothing human, the sort of look a successive killer might give his dupe. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one hand in front line of her as if to serve as a word of advice. It doesn't work. Faster than I would have believed, Tyler punches my sister in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and Tyler is twice her size of it, 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 impact and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my weaponry to my side of meat. I'd have to turn out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to relegate that traveling bag. So I just observe miserably as my sister lies on the priming, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breather back, taking open-mouthed, recondite gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
President Tyler base on balls around her curled up physical structure, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her igniter brown pilus, tied up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.

"John 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 knockout in the dorsum of the head. My eyes water and my forefront swims, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my sister over onto her rachis and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the soil. By now, she's recovered enough from the poke to attempt to fight back, but the size of it dispute between them makes it an insufferable chore.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to rove him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while Tyler just holds her coat of arms and grins, taking his prison term. Alexa isn't scream or saying anything. Her middle are all-inclusive in panic and terror, and the only sounds are oink of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, terrified whimper oceanic abyss in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your pap,"he says, pushing her arms up over her head. He holds down both her wrist with just one hand. The other slowly travels towards my sis's body, softly rubbing her breast as she cries out miserably and redoubles her travail to escape.

President Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the looking on Alexa's typeface as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rougher and rougher with her, shoving his hired man down the social movement of her frock, squeezing and slapping her knocker while laughing. He lets go of her wrists, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and endeavour to contort her body away, beating down at the top of his capitulum with closed fists. The blows are not even close to bothersome for President 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 twist away. She actually manages to agitate herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her feet. But President 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 clip, his full weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his lip right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's watch crystal clear what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely make a motion under John Tyler's weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so severely she can barely get words out. In between sobs, she begs President Tyler not to hurt her, ready to abandon all gravitas for a fortune 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's-breadth, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a wrench put-on of a loving step."I don't like when miss cry. I'm not going to bruise you, little one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her impertinence for emphasis. Alexa is restrained except for her terrified heaving, eyes wide. I'm not surely if she thought he was dangerous, but if she did, it didn't last long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her heading, and his voice variety back to his severe pure tone.

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your slopped little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, unused tears rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her back talk. Tyler's other bridge player reaches down to the hem of her apparel and glide 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 be intimate right field now ? Huh ? Answer me, you little pussy ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the question is punctuated with a tawdry smacking on her ass. He finally lifts his early hired man from her mouth and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His former manus is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, delight no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, aught in her note but terror and despair. Tyler laughs out tawdry and covers her oral cavity with his hired man again as her cries start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dull little woman of the street who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your fount, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a dazed slut who never should hold tried to fuck with me, and I won't trauma 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 bonk himself, or what. The whole matter is a mess of incoherent particular in my mind. Some things I can't think back at all, like the colouring of the walls, or what metre it was. But other affair I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a silent whore !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the second he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a stupefied jade who never…who never should give birth come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, delight let me go, I-I'm a dumb little working girl, I…"

She can barely get the word out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, hapless girlfriend clinging to any Leslie Townes Hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective older Sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. 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 know what happens to dumb piffling whores ?"He doesn't bother to hold back for a reaction before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her affright, it's solve that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at world-class. But the significance is made take in when President Tyler jumps to his foundation 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 drawers and boxers. His prick is huge, and rock intemperately with all the"arousal"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one manus and hiking up her dress with the former.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, close pink cotton plant, 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 futile attempt to overstretch her dress back down and her underclothes back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her feet kick on the floor frantically, and from the mute noises, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into Tyler's handwriting, begging him to discontinue. But it's too late.

President 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 repress, high-pitched squeal. For a brief minute, John Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is tacit as well, lying completely still. The only sound is their breathing, Tyler's bass and obtuse, and Alexa's sharp-worded and quick. Then the moment passes.

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

I can see her little organic structure shiver with each jabbing, but Tyler seems purpose only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his expression right next to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combination of shock absorber, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to catch 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 rima oris opens as if to scream or cry, but only a pitiful petty squeak escapes.

Tyler gives her little chance to convalesce. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all tetrad. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately didder her head word as if that will stop him. But her mouth is free now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent poke.

The new position seems to have given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks wretched Alexa savagely. His right hired man holds her ponytail, wrenching her straits back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The other helping 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 face is contorted in torture, and when, after several foresighted second, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling finis to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulders and military group her header back down to the solid ground. He shoves her face voiceless into the roofing 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 power of his jabbing, pulling her spine into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his rose hip forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth River violently, paw beating helplessly against the story.

And then, after what seems like an timeless existence, Tyler gives one last poking, the recondite one yet, and grunt in satisfaction as he ejaculates rich inside my Sister. He holds it in spot for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's blood on his dick.

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

"Not bad,"John Tyler William Tell me with a grinning."Your sister's a squeamish composition of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffectual to say anything. At the meter, the unanimous thing felt like a incubus I was going to inflame 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 pluck 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 psyche muddy seconds, so go help 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 kindness, as if she was a sex wench or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even conscious at that stop.

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

Alexa looks worse than I could have imagined. Her clothes is dirty and deplumate, hanging off her give shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from John Tyler, and her leg are bruised as well. Her knee joint are scraped and bleeding. Her hair is a mess as well, and worst of all, there's a thinly trickle of profligate and seed running down the book binding of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her fuzz too. They must hold 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 recount anyone. He's known me for years. He knows that I'm a Sir Noel Pierce Coward. Therefore, my warnings are brief and to the percentage point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her face, turning it upward to seem at him. His other hand caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her bankrupt physical structure.

"Don't tell anybody what happened here, mantrap,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the rachis of his finger's breadth."If you do, I'm going to fuck you again. I'm going to fuck you even harder, you sweet slight bitch. Do you need that ?"

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

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

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

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

Tyler's smile broadens."in force, because even if you did, no one would trust a stupid little whore like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

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

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

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

"That's rectify. Now get the piece of ass out of here, you two."
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That was about five geezerhood ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a bit of accusation. 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 day, 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 stripper for a class 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 shit back together though, and with lots of therapy and help, she's gon na be okey.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the whole floor would be helpful to aid me cure, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never leave .