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Note: this
story is fictional. All names, places, and people are fictional.
CW: forced,
incest
“I keep hoping my boyfriend will buy me one of these…” Amber leaned her elbows
on the counter – a no-no in the eyes of the manager, but the eyes of the
manager weren’t anywhere nearby, so fuck it. There also weren’t any customers, so we were
both goofing off and chatting, like usual. Diamonds always sell, especially in
a big city like Toronto, but with the economy circling the shitter, there’d be
lulls in business like this from time to time.
“Well, he won’t buy you one of *these*,” I said. “What guy would buy an
engagement ring at a shop where his girlfriend works and spoil the surprise.”
“Well, not one of these specifically… You know. I want a big one.” She cocked
her head and smiled. “Really big.”
“I never liked that peacock shit,” I said. I’d worked with Amber for a while,
so I could be blunt with her. “If he loves you, he loves you. At the end of the
day, a diamond’s just a rock. Besides, if he buys you a five grand ring, that’s
five grand less to spend on your honeymoon.”
My phone buzzed in my back pocket. “Sorry, one sec.” The name on the phone said
‘Marco’. He didn’t usually call me.
“Go in the back room if you want,” Amber said, jerking her thumb toward the
back. “It’s dead out here, I can manage.”
I nodded and accepted the call. “Hey, what’s up? You in trouble?”
“Yeah, I stole a car and I need you to bail me out,” he said, clearly joking by
his tone. “Sis, you’ve gotta stop worrying so much. One of my friends is having
a party, wanna come?”
“I mean, I’d like to, but it’ll depend on when and where.”
It was at a lake house one of his friends’ parents owned, and it pretty much
split the difference between his university and the city. I was standing right
next to the schedule, so I double-checked, and the date fit.
“Who’s gonna be there?” I paced around, like I often do when I talk on the
phone.
“Only like six to eight people. It’ll be chill, not like a blowout house party
or anything. Three of my friends are confirmed and two of their girlfriends.”
Good, it wouldn’t be me and a sausage party.
I agreed to go, excited to see Marco again. My younger brother went off to
university last year. He was only a few hours away, but it meant I didn’t see
him very much, since both of us were pretty busy.
Marco and I had gotten along well since childhood. I guess it came from growing
up in a one-parent household; I’m only three years older, but with mom working
most of the time, I helped take care of him. He was a nice guy. Brash,
impulsive, and maybe a bit too eager to fit in, but a hard worker, dependable,
and funny.
I went back to the sales floor.
“A party, huh? That’s good for you, chica.” Amber grinned.
“Ah, yeah. Heard all that, huh?”
“I like hearing you slip back into… What do you even call it? Latina patter?
Your accent changes when you’re talking to family.”
I shrugged. “I don’t notice I’m doing it half the time.”
The day went on, and the next, and the party got closer. Marco and I made more
detailed plans; I’d drive to the college and pick him and one of his friends
up, then we’d pick up what we needed along the way. It was a weekend-long
thing, so the shopping list included snacks, meat for grilling, and obviously,
a cartload of alcohol.
The day came, and I packed what I’d need. I checked myself out in the mirror
and decided on “hot, but approachable.” Skinny jeans, tank top, bandana. I kept
myself pretty fit through running and karate, and call me vain, but I liked to
look at myself in the mirror. This was just a hangout, and it wasn’t like I’d
be flirting too hard with anyone if guys had their girlfriends there, but I did
like to look hot. Normally, I’d be pretty wary about hanging out in a secluded
home with a bunch of guys and a lot of booze, but there’d be other women there,
and my brother’d be there too. Still, I had a healthy little twinge of anxiety
in the back of my mind.
I really should have listened to it.
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“Hey sis, this is David.” The pair of them got in the car, with Marco in the
front seat. “Appreciate the pickup. David, Luna.” David smiled and thanked me
as well, and we set off. It turned out Marco had joined the soccer team since
we last got together, and the three friends were teammates of his.
“So yeah, the other guys flaked so it’s just the five of us and Luke and
Xander’s girlfriends,” Marco shrugged. “A smaller group’s better anyway,” David
added. I got to know a bit about the group dynamic on the drive. Marco was the
new member of the team, and doing pretty well for himself. He talked animatedly
about the upcoming season, and I was happy he’d found a group like this.
Growing up without a father’s a bit different for a man, and I think he’ll
always crave that sense of male acceptance. Growing up without a father as a woman?
Well… Not to confirm the stereotype, but I do go for older men. Anyway.
The liquor store was packed, long weekend Friday that it was. We had a list as
long as my arm. A two-four of Alpine, 20 assorted craft beers, a pack of hard
seltzers, two bottles of vodka, a bottle of gin, two bottles of Captain Morgan,
a bottle of Crown, three bottles of cheap red wine, and all the mixers, and
that was just the list. Marco added another bottle of vodka, and he bought me a
bottle of Appleton Estate (good quality rum, if you’re not familiar) as thanks
for the drive. David did a quick whisper session with Marco, and he grinned and
picked out a bottle of Maker’s Mark bourbon and ten more craft beers, all of
the same kind. Jesus, we were going to party hard.
We piled it all into the trunk. The others were grabbing the snacks, so we
headed straight to the house. I chatted with Marco and David on the way. David
seemed like a nice guy too, if a little… Well, you know how some people have no
filter between their brain and their mouth?
“Is it true Latina girls have fiery tempers?” He said. Marco groaned and
intercepted.
“All Latinas are girls, moron. It’s a gendered word.” I’d seen him do this
before; trying to get to it before I do if someone says something he knew would
piss me off.
“Whatever, is it true?” David said, barreling forward with the topic.
“Keep on that stereotype shit and you’ll find out,” I said (half-joking, but
these sorts of questions really annoy me).
He dropped the subject, and the rest of our conversation was pleasant until we
got to the lake. I was starting to get properly excited. A whole weekend of
drinking and partying seems like just the thing to deal with a breakup. …which
was three months ago, but breakups suck, and sometimes they suck for a long
time.
The property was in a really picturesque parcel of forest. If you’ve never been
to Ontario, imagine God took a massive shotgun to a forest and filled all the
holes with water. It’s lake house central, and I’ve always envied people whose
families had the money for that sort of thing.
This one wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen, but it was pretty beautiful. It had
a high deck, a long driveway, and it seemed to have a huge section of the lake
it sat on to itself. The closest place I could see was on the other side of the
lake, maybe half a kilometer away.
“Damn, this is nice,” David said. “Let’s get in and get our drink on!” He got
out of the car and started unloading the booze.
I took the keys out and started to get out, but Marco hadn’t budged, which I
thought was odd. He was as excited as David a little while ago.
I sat back down. “You good?” He was looking out the front window, not really
moving.
“Yeah,” he said. He was smiling, but not with his eyes. There was something
eating at him, and I wanted to know what it was.
“Want to talk about it?”
He smiled, this time more earnestly, though I could tell it was still on his
mind, whatever it was. “Nah, it’s nothing. C’mon, let’s meet the others.”
We walked in and two guys, evidently Xander and Luke, were waiting, lounging on
the couches and eating chips. There was a fireplace and a giant flatscreen, and
the whole aesthetic was blonde wood and brick. A staircase led up to a loft
area, and there were rooms in the back. A big jacuzzi sat on the deck with a
great view of the lake. There was a pile of snacks on a round table in the
kitchen, and a bunch of weed paraphernalia and board/card games set up on the
coffee table.
“Oh, hey, you must be Luna. I’m Xander.” Xander was black and tall, a guy
people probably assumed was on a basketball team rather than a soccer team.
Luke was built more like a bodybuilder, and he wore glasses and a shirt that
was tight to the point of overkill.
We introduced ourselves, what we do, what they’re studying, all that stuff, but
there was something I had to ask.
“Where are your girlfriends?”
“Oh, yeah…” Xander said apologetically. “Eda couldn’t come. She tested positive
for Covid this morning.”
“Mackayla got called into work, so she’ll be here tomorrow,” Luke shrugged.
“It’s a long weekend, so she’ll only miss tonight and part of tomorrow, but,
uh…” He cocked his head toward David, who was neatly stacking all the bottles
by the fireplace. “Chances are good we’ll all be sleeping in until she gets
here tomorrow anyway.”
“We’ll still have a good time. More booze for us.” David chimed in. Marco was
uncharacteristically silent, but I’d already asked him and he didn’t want to
tell me, so whatever.
“Eh, that’s alright,” I said. “Five’s still a party.”
We got settled in and chatted for a bit. David was in a hurry to crack open the
drinks, and he made gin and tonics for each of us while we argued about what
movies to watch until the sun goes down and it’s Cards Against Humanity time.
In the end, we settled on The Hunted, an action movie about a rogue spec ops
soldier and the guy who trained him who has to hunt him down. We stuck to the
old adage of “liquor before beer, never fear,” and drank mixed drinks for the
movies. I was feeling pretty buzzed by the end, and the occasional comment from
the guys about how sexy I looked were making me feel pretty good. They let me
pick the next movie, so I chose Seven Psychopaths, a semi-black-comedy that’d
take too long to describe.
“I don’t want to get too drunk the first night, so none for me,” I said when David
handed out the next round of Cuba Libres.
“Just one more,” Marco urged. The first drinks are probably fading out of your
system. It’s been a few hours.”
“I know I’m planning to be real fuckin’ hungover tomorrow, and misery loves
company,” Luke said, taking a glug.
“Ah, fuck it. Tomorrow takes care of itself,” I said, taking the drink. It was
strong, and felt like at least a double. At first, the thought occurred that
these guys might be trying to get me drunk, but then I realized that these were
university guys, and a sports team to boot, and they were probably assuming my
tolerance level was like theirs. I was practically slurring.
“Okay,” Xander said, “I think it’s time for Truth or Dare, now that we’re all
good and fucked up.”
I leaned back against the couch and scoffed. “Pfft. Too obvious. You may as
well be requesting fucking Twister or something.” They laughed.
“Twister? I hardly know’er!” David made the classic boomer joke.
“What’d’you think, Marco? Twister with your sister?” Xander poked Marco’s
shoulder.
“I don’t hear Sweet Home Alabama,” I said. “Anyway, you’re just gonna ask me a
whole bunch of pervy shit.”
“Come on,” David laughed, cracking open an Alpine. “A woman like you, afraid of
answering pervy questions?”
“She’s not afraid of anything, trust me.” Marco said, egging me on.
“Fine, fine! Jesus, you win. I’ll need another drink first.” I was really
enjoying their company, and I felt safe enough to have one more drink.
“Fuck, man, we forgot!” Marco looked at David, who didn’t seem to get it. “The
boilermakers!”
“Oh lord, let him cook,” Luke said, miming praying. “Yes, all of my yes.”
“The what now?” I said. They explained that a boilermaker is a shot of whiskey
dropped into a glass of beer. They were going to use a double shot, since it
really brought out the flavor, and more importantly, fucked you up big time.
“I dunno about this,” I said, already tipping over. “That’s three drinks in
one.”
Xander suggested making it part of the game. We each have that death concoction
in front of us, and any time we hesitate for too long or don’t answer a
question or do a dare, we take a glug of it. It sounded fun, so I agreed.
I’ll shorten this slightly and only write down my turns, but it got lewder and
lewder as it went on, for everyone, but especially for me.
“Okay, truth. Have you ever been spitroasted?” Luke asked from his sprawled out
position on a bean-bag chair.
“Nope. Never fucked two guys at once.” Their eyes were all over me now, and had
been for a while, but as liquored up as I was, it didn’t bother me.
“Dare. Uh, take your top off!” David hooted. I gave him the finger.
“Drink!” he said, and I did.
“Truth. You ever sucked on a black guy’s cock?” Marco laughed.
“Man,” Xander said, “Don’t fetishize me or I’ll fetishize you right back.”
“Nope.”
“What’s the blackest you’ve sucked?” Xander said, leaning forward.
“It’s not your turn, idiot,” I laughed. “But I dunno, espresso with a shot of
cream?”
“Bet you got a shot of cream.” Luke grinned, so drunk I could barely understand
him.
A few turns later, it all came to an end. Xander straight up asked me to suck
his cock. If I hadn’t felt any kind of possible impending danger until then,
that’s when it started to set in.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I said. “Let’s play something else.”
“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. You wanna see it, at
least?”
“I want you to fuck off and derail this train of thought now.” I wasn’t joking
around anymore. I had to quash this shit before they got any ideas. Had I been
flirting with them too hard? We were just joking, so I followed along.
David sat on the couch between me and Marco, practically sandwiching me between
him and Xander. “Hey, hey, we’re just playing. But I think, you know, we invited
you along to this really nice place, so maybe a few blowjobs isn’t
unreasonable?”
“You’re really fucking hot, you know that?” Luke said, getting up shakily and
sitting in a chair closer to the door.
I leaned back so I could see Marco. “Aren’t you gonna say something about this?
Control your fucking friends!” I was on the verge of panic, but he was the one
thing keeping me from slipping into it. He was looking at me, practically
through me, and I could see emotions warring on his face.
“Luna, this’ll go a lot easier if you don’t fight.” He said.
It felt like the bottom dropped out of my stomach and a ball of ice had lodged
itself in my chest. My mind was racing in eight different directions, and all
threads carried themselves along the resigned, matter-of-fact way he had said
that and joined themselves into one coherent thought: They had planned this.
And Marco had helped. My own brother.
“Why?” I said, shocked at how thin and weak my voice sounded.
“We saw some pics of you, and we decided Marco’s initiation to the team was
gonna be a bit different than most guys’”, Xander said.
“I’m getting the fuck out of here,” I said. I was too drunk to drive, but I
could at least get to the road and call someone, if I could just get to my car.
I looked around for something I could use as a weapon if I needed to, but my
thought was interrupted by David’s hand groping at my breast. I grabbed his
wrist and put my other hand in the curve of his elbow and folded his arm up
into a wrist lock. He cursed and tried to hit me in the side, but he didn’t
have enough room. I tried to stand up, but Xander grabbed me in a headlock. I
tried to jam my heel into his instep, but he was so tall he was bending over to
headlock me and I couldn’t reach his foot. He kept his head right beside mine
so I couldn’t headbutt him, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Bitch can throw hands, just like you said. Lukey, you know what to do.”
Luke had a roll of duct tape at the ready, and David was recovering from the
pain. He was angry, and Marco growled at him that if he hit me, he’d regret it.
“Fine. Fuck, whatever. She’ll pay for it anyway,” Dave grumbled, taking hold of
one of my wrists, while Luke took the other one, handing the tape to Xander.
The two forced my wrists behind my back and Xander wound the tape around them
several times. I was thrashing and kicking, but it wasn’t any good. They had
me.
“You know, baby, it’s not like we beat your kid brother up or threatened him
for this,” Xander said, ripping the tape off and sitting me down on the couch.
“Truth is, Marco thinks you’re as hot as we do.”
I couldn’t look at my brother. Tears burned in my eyes, and it set in that I
really was about to be gang-r*ped. The thought was too enormous to do more than
just grasp the outer edges of it, and it was only starting to feel real.
“Yeah, he’s been wanting to fuck you for a long time, unless I miss my guess.
But first, we’re gonna make a lie out of that truth you told about never
sucking a black cock.”
David and Luke held my shoulders and Xander unzipped his pants. I spat on his
foot.
“Fuck off, you asshole. Don’t get that thing near me or I’ll bite it off.”
“I love that Latina temper,” David said. “Call us names in Spanish next.”
Xander reached out and stroked my hair, and I flinched. “Tell you what, bitch.
You’re getting fucked one way or the other, you understand? We’re going to take
your mouth and your pussy for hours, and that’s that. But the only way any of
us are going to wreck that tight asshole of yours is if you bite any of our
cocks. We didn’t bring any lube, either. And we’ll add a few broken ribs to go
with it. So, you gonna bite?”
I didn’t move.
“I need to hear you say it, or we’re running a train on that ass.”
Tears flowed freely now. “No, I’m not gonna bite. You evil fucking bastard.”
“Oh, that’s the attitude I like.”
“Xander, man, we should let Marco go first. He’s the one who made all this
happen,” Luke said.
“Yeah, look. He’s pitching a tent already,” David laughed. Marco was
practically expressionless, but what David said was true; I could see his
erection through his pants.
“Ah, fine. Marco, my man, step right up and get a suckjob from your sister, you
sick puppy.” He clapped Marco on the back and urged him on. Meanwhile, Luke cut
off my shirt with a pocketknife and unhooked my bra, and he and David started
groping my bare breasts. “God DAMN, these are nice,” Luke said, pinching my
nipple painfully.
My little brother stood in front of me and started unzipping his pants, clear
lust in his eyes.
“Marco… Don’t do this to me. Please, we can still fix this.” I pleaded. He
shook his head.
“Sis, I’m really sorry. But the truth is, I *do* want to do this. I’ve wanted
this for years.”
It felt like gravity was pressing on me, sinking me into the floor. This was a
nightmare, but I wasn’t about to wake up.
He pulled out his cock, and I pressed my lips tightly together. He touched the
tip against my lips, and his hand gently rested on the back of my head.
“Luna… Don’t fight, alright? It’s not going to work. Just open your mouth.”
“Here, let me help.” David took a firm hold of my nipple and twisted it so
cruelly I thought he was going to pull it off. I screamed in pain and Marco
slid his cock into my mouth. I started to cry, and my muffled sobs sounded
pitiful. He sighed with pleasure and pushed it deeper, making me gag. The other
guys made comments, but I didn’t internalize them enough to write them down
here. All I could focus on was the fact that my little brother was forcing his
cock in my mouth.
Pre-cum was leaking out of the tip and lubricating the shaft, and he grabbed
hold of both sides of my head and started fucking my face. I tried to plead
with him to stop, or at least slow down, but all that I could manage was
gurgling sputters and muffled cries. He gripped me under my chin with his right
hand and gathered up a fistful of my hair with his left, moving my mouth
however he wanted, making me pleasure his cock. Someone had undone my jeans and
slid his hand into my panties, and the two guys were forcing my legs apart.
They took turns fingering me while Marco fucked my mouth like a fleshlight.
Saliva was running down my chin and belly, soaking and lubricating the fingers
that were moving in circles around my clit and working inside me.
I realized with growing horror that I was going to cum. I tried to hold it
back, to close my legs, to think of anything that might keep it away, but it
wasn’t any good. My stomach flexed, my toes curled, my back arched (as much as
it could, with Marco’s firm hold on my head), and I came, writhing around in
unwilling pleasure, my eyes screwed tight and my face burning hot with the
shame of it.
“Daaaaamn, what a little slut,” Xander said, stroking his cock slowly. “Cums
while gulping down her brother’s pole.”
“You’ve got an amazing pussy, you bitch,” David whispered in my ear, running
his fingers along my wet labia. “It’s gonna milk my cock dry soon.”
I growled and thrashed, but I couldn’t hurt him. I couldn’t even respond. I was
helpless. Completely fucking helpless…
Marco was going deeper, and the thick, uncut head of his penis pushed into my
throat. He groaned with pleasure. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Luna that’s so goddamn
good…”
He started pushing it in all the way with each thrust, and my nose was buried
in his pubes whenever he slammed it in. At its deepest, the head of his cock
and about an inch of the shaft were in my throat, and he’d moan or let out a
shuddering breath whenever the ridge of his glans pulled through the tight
opening of my throat. I felt him tense, and his cock swelled a little. He was
about to cum, and I shook my head and tried to beg him not to do it, but he
thrust one last time, his swollen cock pressing my tongue down and surging
painfully into my battered throat. He breathed in short huffs and his cock swelled
even more. I was practically screaming now, trying in vain to thrash my head to
the side and maybe spit out his cock, but he had a firm grip on my head. He
held me there, nose mashed against his body, for so long I thought I was going
to pass out. He’d chosen the moment just on the edge of orgasm for that final
thrust, and I think it was the vibrations from my gurgling screams that finally
pushed him over.
His cock erupted, pumping spurts of cum deep into my throat. I couldn’t
breathe, I couldn’t get away, and I felt like I was about to die here, on a
couch, with my wrists bound with duct tape, two bastards fingering me, a blood
alcohol content of “holy shit”, and my brother’s cock suffocating me. What a
way to go…
Finally, he let go, and I pulled away, gasping and heaving for breath, coughing
strands of cum onto my body and the floor. I made the sounds you’d expect from
a drowning victim right after being brought back, because that’s almost what I
was. When I finally looked around, I realized Xander had been recording the
whole thing. I guess I’d seen his phone in his hand, but I didn’t really
register it.
“You motherfucker,” I rasped, my throat raw. “Delete that! DELETE THAT!!” I
tried to get up from the couch to lunge at him, but David and Luke held me
tight.
“Don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere, long as you behave,” Xander grinned.
“Woah woah, that’s not part of the plan,” Luke said, horrified. “Dude, you know
how much easier it’ll be to get caught if we do that?”
“I don’t give a shit what you do with it, fucking get rid of it!” I coughed
another strand of cum and bile onto my body. “And you two get the fuck off me!”
Luke and David were pressing me against the couch cushion. Apart from
displaying my tits in full view, it also meant my arms were crushed between the
couch and my body, and it hurt.
They just laughed. “We’ll get off, alright,” David slapped one of my breasts.
“And you…” I looked at my brother, who’d taken a seat on the bean-bag chair
across from the coffee table. “I…” I found that I actually didn’t know what to
say. There were torrents of venomous abuse I wanted to throw at him, I wanted
to tell him just how evil what he’d done to me was, how he wasn’t my brother
anymore, try to get somewhere near to expressing the hurt he’d done to me, but
all of it mashed together and I honestly couldn’t find any words at first.
“I hate you…” It was all I had, and it came out in a whisper. He looked away
and sipped his beer. I hung my head, mentally exhausted.
“You shouldn’t be so hard on lil’ bro,” Xander said, setting up a tripod for
his phone. “We wanted to invite the whole team here, but he said no.”
“Yeah, and she’s only got three holes and one’s off-limits… Unless you do
anything stupid.” David slapped my breast again. I screamed with anger and
tried to lunge at him to slam my forehead into his nose, but they were holding
me too tightly and too carefully.
“Damn, she’s wild. Xander, I think she really will bite your dick off no matter
what we threaten her with,” Luke said, fingering me again.
“Mmmm, yeah, not worth the risk. Let’s soften her up a little before anyone
goes back in that mouth. We’ve got the whole weekend, after all.” He picked up
the roll of duct tape.
My blood turned to ice. I didn’t think about this lasting longer than tonight.
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