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The Price of Carelessness
by Art S Healing (address withheld)
***
When a 12 year old girl get caught in a very, very
compromising situation by her big brother, he carries
with him all the proof he needs to ruin her. He owns
her now, and his darkest desires oozes out like hidden
sickness. Will little Tina be able to set things back
to right before it's too late? (mg, ped, inc, oral,
beast, reluc, nc, huml, anal, rp, blkmail, gb)
***
SOAPBOX: There is never a good reason to be cruel. The
art of writing is no exception. Please never do any of
the things you read, watch in a movie, play in a video
game, or hear in a song that may make this world a
worse place than it already is. Stories carry with
them many emotions which need to be explored and it is
a harmless way to do such things, they are not scripts
for committing horrible and inexcusable acts. Never
harm anyone, especially a child. No human beings were
harmed in the making of this story. Now let it begin.
***
It was my fault for being so careless. But back when I
was just 12 and ½ years old, I was a careless young
girl. I just never thought it would come down to it
changing my life so much. It all started when I was
doing something fun that I had discovered a couple of
years before. I had tossed my panties on the floor and
hiked my nightie up over my tummy. By now I had heard
my dad leave for work and my brother telling him that
he was going over his friend's house.
After I heard them both leave, without getting out of
bed, I reach over and opened my bedroom door. I was
wet and horny and knew what I wanted. I called Mojo,
the family dog upstairs and slapped my hand on the bed
a couple of times, make kissy-kissy sounds. He knew
what that invitation meant.
Mojo was beautiful male German Sheppard that my dad
would breed out to local bitches for a few bucks, so
he knew horny a pussy when he smelled it- dog or
human. He jumped on my bed and licked my puss while I
masturbated, just like he had a mazillion times
before.
It always enhanced my orgasm in a way that the usual
solo pleasuring just couldn't muster. Since my 16 year
old brother didn't have summer school that year (for a
change) I should have been more on guard. I was too
busy working it to hear him come back home a few
minutes later, but I definitely heard the creaking as
he came upstairs. I was so sloppy about it all that I
hadn't even shut my bedroom door. I had just enough
time to pull the sheet over my bottom half as Jay
walked into my room. If my door was closed he would
have knocked, if he would have disturbed me at all.
"Hey Squirt. You still in bed?" he asked, poking his
head in.
I figured I'd play it the way I would have if I didn't
have Mojo under the thin white sheet eating my pussy.
"Don't call me Squirt!" I hated that. I had no choice
but to have my knees propped up under the sheet like I
was going to have a baby any minute and just hope that
he couldn't figure out what was taking place
underneath. The slapping tongue sounds were a
different story. I wish I had my radio on, but I would
have to stretch over to the other side of the bed to
turn it on and that could have given it away. Besides,
it would have made things seem even more suspicious.
"Whatcha doing?" he said as he scanned my unusual
position with a suspicious smirk.
My heart was racing and I didn't realize at the time
that my rapid breathing betrayed my feeble excuse.
"Nothing. I just woke up."
"Really? You don't look like it. You're sweaty and
breathing funny."
W... well I just... had a bad dream, so I'm kinda
shaken up," I rationalized, proud that I came up with
that so quickly.
His eyes flicked back down between my legs before
returning to me. Could he hear Mojo still licking me
between my skinny legs?
"Oh," he said as he glanced down near his feet. He
reached down and snatched my panties from the floor,
and with his finger in one of the leg holes, he
twirled them around in the air like a spinning fan
blade. "Did you forget something?"
"Oh, um no, those were from yesterday. I must have...
I guess I didn't put 'em in the hamper." I was really
getting scared now since I could feel my orgasm
uncontrollably nearing. Being in this awkward
situation seemed to be turning me on. I would never
have guessed that, but it was.
"Hmm, that's not like you," he said, sounding as if he
were an actor in a B-movie and not even trying to read
the cue card with any sincerity. I couldn't look him
in the eyes. Did he know and was just torturing me?
That sounded like Jay alright. But I hadn't lost hope
yet.
"Well Squirt... I mean Tina; I'm going back over to
Todd's now. I just forgot something." Then he tossed
my panties over his shoulder nonchalantly so it landed
on my chest and headed for the door. I had pulled this
thing off! He bought it! I couldn't believe it. "You
want me to close the door or leave it open?" he asked.
My approaching orgasm now went passed the speed bump
and was mere seconds away as I strained, "Close it,
p... please." This was going to be close. I tried to
control the increasing speed of my breathing to little
success. It was coming.
"Yeah, that's what I figured," he replied. Then as he
grabbed the doorknob and began to leave, he stopped
and said, "Oh yeah, guess what I'd forgotten."
"What," I said in an elevated voice, just wanting him
to leave since it was just starting to really hit me.
"My camera phone," and in a smooth sequence, he
stepped back to me and yanked off the sheet, exposing
my secret and snapped away just as I came. I couldn't
help it. I moaned out in waves of undeniable lust like
a whore. Each breath carried with it a whimper that
could never be explained as anything but an orgasm.
Somehow with my brother watching this most taboo of
acts only increased its intensity.
SNAP--SNAP--SNAP-
There would have been no mistake what was happening on
that damn picture phone, either by my face or my
pussy. But to me, this most embarrassing of moments
became an augmentation for my orgasm. I ignored the
snapping sounds and just resided in the pleasure of
this most unusual of exploding pussy spasms. To this
day, I have no idea how many pictures he took.
It was when I came down that the veil of pleasure
slipped away, leaving only fear and humiliation to
hover in its place. Oh shit.
A few minutes later, I was downstairs sitting on the
living room couch.
"Please Jay. I would never do this to you," I pleaded;
hoping guilt may be a usable shield here.
"You wouldn't do it to me because I would never let a
dog lick my cock. God, you're a sick bitch."
My eyes dropped down and I met his retort only with
silence. What could have said to that?
"And you're stupid too. Did you really think I didn't
know he was under there? He's a German-fucking-
Sheppard, not a poodle. His tail was even sticking
out. If it makes you feel any better, he was wagging,
so I guess at least you must have a nice pussy, huh.
So... what am I supposed to do now," he said, leaning
back in the cushy chair across from me.
"Well, for starters you could let me get some clothes
on."
"Oh, I could. But no, I don't think I will. I like
looking at you naked. I love how you ain't got no hips
at all. I hate those big hipped bitches. Your thighs
are nice and thin too. I love skinny bitches. Spread
your legs wider."
I obeyed, drifting them slowly even farther than they
already were. Jay had ordered me to spread them when I
first sat down, but now he wanted them out at a much
more slutty distance. He said he would download the
pictures to everyone at school and even dad, and I
believed him without question. He was very serious
when he told me that. He had even set his phone to
"Send All" with the pics all ready. It would have only
taken the tapping of a single button at that point. I
had no choice. Jay was always taller and bigger than
me, but now he somehow seemed even larger- like a
giant.
"I would have thought you'd have some pubes down there
by now. Do you shave it?"
"No," I said at almost a whisper.
"What, Squirt?"
"No," I said. Stewing frustrations at his cockiness
raised my voice louder then necessary without me even
trying.
"I used to call you Squirt, but now I can think of
some better names. How about Doggy-Slut? Mm, yeah, I
like that. Doggy-Slut."
"Please, Jay..."
"Please call you Doggy-Slut? Okay, Doggy-Slut. I
will."
"No... I meant..."
"Shut the fuck up!" he suddenly sat forward and
yelled, scaring me more than he ever had before.
"Don't ever say 'no' to me again!" He almost spat as
he spoke and his eyebrows were dropped into an
aggressive posture.
My eyes dropped again and I had to resist the urge to
close my legs defensively but I was too afraid. I
fought back tears, as I was really scared now.
"I'm sorry," I said, caving into his strength.
He sat back and relaxed again. "Good. Now you ain't
got no pubes yet, but you got little baby-tits." They
were actually only little nibs. They had only begun to
grow recently and at best they were about the size of
little kumquats and just as firm. "I like little
titties," he continued. "Bite sized mounds are so much
more suck-able. Let me see you rub 'em."
Having no choice, I obeyed. My teeny, pink nipples
rose instantly and Jay had to make a smug comment on
that one. "Oh, are you getting horny? Want me to call
Mojo in here. I'm sure he won't mind."
I started to say no, but remembered his warning and
didn't know if it qualified for this or not, so
instead I softly shook my head no. I got him on a
technicality on that one. "Well, maybe later.
Right now I want you to open your pussy up for me. Let
me see up in there."
After I summon my courage, I did it. It wasn't until
then that I realized I was kind of wet down there. Was
I enjoying this? How could I?
"Mmm, nice. What a sweet fuck-hole. I can't wait to
stick my tongue in that."
His words echoed through me and I couldn't deny the
thought turned me on. Don't get me wrong, I would have
taken that stupid phone of his and smashed it into
pieces if I could have, but some of my girlfriends had
talked about pussy eating before and the thought of
someone doing that to me was always fascinating. The
thought of my brother doing it to me made it even
hotter, although back then I would never have admitted
it to myself. Looking back, I know it did. Hotter.
Dirtier. More taboo and decadent. I tried to push it
away, but it stuck in my head like some filthy glue.
My big brother wanted to eat my pussy. I tried not to
let my feelings show. The only thing I had to show
right now was my fuck-tunnel.
"That's good, Doggy-Slut. Now close your eyes and lean
your head back and play with yourself."
"Please don't make me do that, Jay. Please?"
Well, I'm cool with giving you a choice. Do you want
to play with that little doggy loving cunt of yours
or..." he held up his phone, wiggling it to finish his
sentence for him.
Sigh.
"Well, okay, I guess it's my choice then, and I
choose..." he started tapping buttons on his phone.
"Fine, damn it."
"Language, language," he said, sounding like daddy.
I sighed again and started to touch my pussy, lightly.
"No, no... prop your feet flat on the sofa cushions.
Spread those knees out really wide for big brother
Jay."
I set my feet where he told me and opened my knees out
and went back to touching myself gently. After he
reminded me again, I leaned my head back and closed my
eyes, slipping into the fervent calling of my sweet
love-slit. I hated that I was really enjoying it- I
hadn't meant to, but I was nonetheless. I wiggled my
clit without being coaxed and I heard the clicking of
Jay's phone. My head jerked up, irritated as much at
having to stop playing with myself as I was at him
taking another picture.
"I didn't tell you to stop, Doggy-Slut!"
"Why'd you do that?" He took yet another picture, this
time of me scrunching up my face at him.
"What does it matter? I've already got a bunch of
shots of a dog lapping your horny little cunt. Why
would you give a shit about this? Now shut up and
finger that sweet thing. And no more touchy-feely
stuff. Get a finger up in there. NOW!"
I jumped when he abruptly shouted 'now' but tilted my
head back again, closed my eyes and went from finger-
play for my big brother to finger-fucking. I did it
slowly at first, pumping in and out. But of my own
accord, I began to speed up.
SNAP-
"Now look at me, Doggy-Slut."
As I made eye contact, groggy and intoxicated from the
naughty gratification, I unconsciously cocked my head
slightly and twinkled a very slight smile for him. He
liked that.
SNAP--SNAP--SNAP--SNAP--SNAP- all the while he said,
"Damn, Doggy-Slut, you look like a porn model or
something. My little sister's a fuckin' nymphet. What
a sexy look," SNAP--SNAP--SNAP--SNAP-
Him saying that, made me feel sexier. But I caught
myself. I had my pride. I'm no slutty porn queen. I
just got caught with my pants down, so to speak, and
now I was paying the price for my carelessness. That's
all. I shouldn't enjoy this. I won't enjoy this!
Gathering my wits I said, "Can I stop now, Jay.
Please."
SNAP- "Sure, slut. Go ahead and stop now." I was
surprised to find that it wasn't as easy as I thought
to stop masturbating. It took me a few seconds to wind
down to a halting finish. I was hornier than I thought
and my body told me to keep going all the way. I was
stronger than my hormones though, damn it. Jay grinned
at me. I'm sure he noticed my discomfort. "Okay," he
said smugly, "Since you wanted to stop, you can just
get on your knees and crawl over here and take out my
cock."
I was shocked. Was there a price for everything? I had
never seen a boy's thing before- not unless you count
a baby's once and pictures during Sex Ed in school. I
briskly sighed again, defeated. I knew what threats I
would receive if I resisted. I resigned to my fate and
got down on the carpet, crawling to my brother.
"That's it, Doggy-Slut! Come! Here girl!" he snapped
his fingers and made kissy-kissy sounds like we do to
call Mojo. "Good Doggy-Slut!
I hated it when Jay called me Squirt, so why did I
kind of like it when he called me Doggy-Slut' of all
things? Anyway, on my hands and knees, I worked my way
over to him, on my way I tried to hate it as much as I
could. Maybe I was a slut.
I looked up at him as he snapped another picture. "Now
open up my pants and take out my dick." I awkwardly
fumbled with his button and zipper for a time until I
could reach in his crotch and take it out. It was hard
and pointed up as if it was glad to see me. I took a
moment to stare at all five inches with awe. I felt
like I was making eye contact with something alive- a
serpent that could be my friend or strike at me. I
guess that feeling wasn't far from the truth.
"Good girl," he said as he patted my head
condescendingly. "Now suck my cock, like a good slut."
Many of my girlfriends have talked about giving
blowjobs, although not doing it with their brothers-
not that they mentioned anyway. I decided it was a bit
nasty, to think it was something he peed with, but at
the same time it sounded fascinating to me. I was
about to suck my first cock and it would be my
brother's. Kinky to say the least.
"I don't know how to do that," I said. "I've never..."
I paused and glanced down at his awaiting dick again.
SNAP-
I looked back up as he said, "I'll show you a few
porns and you'll get it down. In the meantime, let me
see your finger." I pointed up into the air as I
offered my hand to him. He took it and sucked it off
like a cock. It felt squishy and good. If a dick was
anywhere near as sensitive as a pussy, I could see why
boys liked blowjobs so much. He did it for a few
minutes while I tried not to giggle, which did nothing
to stop my smiling. "Okay, okay," I interrupted, "I
think I got it." Jay grinned and leaned back in the
chair as I took his dick into my mouth, mimicking what
he had shown me.
My brother moaned and snapped a few more shots with
his camera phone. After the first few, my eyes peered
up at him although I didn't take his cock out of my
mouth. Instead I continued to work it over as he took
the pictures. Ordinarily I may have hated for my
picture to be taken while I'm blowing off my big
brother, but since he already had those blackmail
pictures, I figured what was it going to hurt now? In
fact, it made me want to show off a little. So my head
flowed easier and twisted here and there, and soon I
played his cock just like a harmonica and licking the
undercarriage.
Oh yes, I was paying attention to his demonstration.
My eyes moved between Jay's snapping phone and his
enjoyable cock. I felt like I had some sort of power
over him. I would get different reactions from him
depending on what I did and I loved that so much.
Maybe he didn't have ALL the power after all.
"Okay... stop, stop, stop..." said Jay, all fluttered.
I did, a bit disappointed. "Damn, you're good at that.
I can't wait to get a blow from you once you've seen
some porn and gotten some experience. But for now, I
want to eat that snatch. I'll wait until tonight to
fuck you."
"No. You can't do that. I'm a virgin, Jay. Oral sex
stuff is one thing..."
They suddenly got furious and grabbed me by my cheeks,
forcing my lips into a pucker. "Hey bitch! Didn't I
tell you to never say 'no' to me!?" I was very afraid
and responded only with silence. "Now, you WILL do
everything I say. Got it!?" and he pushed my face back
away hard, causing me to wince.
I don't know if Jay has eaten lots of pussy before or
whether he is a porn addict who just paid lots of
attention, but wow, Wow, WOW! He had me stand and face
away from him, spread my legs out, bend over and hold
my slightly bent knees. Then he spent some time
playing with my pussy; opening it, studying it,
smelling it, licking and kissing it. I have to admit,
it was kind of cool.
I don't know if I can really describe the feeling it
gave me, but it had to be closely related to flattery;
maybe a cousin or perhaps even a sibling. It was when
he used his fingers to pry my hairless pussy mounds
open and he stuck his tongue in deeply that it became
clear to me how good Jay could make me feel. His
miniature tornado made slick, wet sounds as I shut my
eyes tightly and tried not to enjoy it so obviously. I
was very embarrassed at how much I liked it and I
certainly wasn't about to let Jay know that,
especially when he went for my asshole.
I remember trying hard not to let gasps occasionally
slip out, but they did anyway. "Stop it," I thought to
myself. It didn't help; especially when it made me
have an orgasm like that. I get carried away when I
have them, and I no longer care who's there or what is
making me cum. I just moan like an overpaid whore. I
don't mean to... I don't want to, but I do.
*
My father was always boring during dinner. He would
talk about his day and about his work that we didn't
care about and understood even less. Jay ordered me to
wear a short yellow sundress to dinner which I hadn't
worn in about a year. Daddy even made a comment about
how cute I looked in it and I should wear it more
often. I'm sure Jay agreed. What my father didn't know
was that I was also not allowed to wear panties
underneath. The hem of the dress only fell about four
or five inches below my pussy.
That wouldn't have bothered me except for Mojo being
use to sneaking scraps of food under the table,
something dad never complained about. Probably because
before mom left us, she used to hate that more than
anything, so now it was a sort of revenge I guess. Now
Mojo was trying to sneak my snatch under the table
instead. Jay knew it too. He kept smirking at me as he
ate. Dad looked at us suspiciously a couple of times
but probably figured it was a brother/sister thing.
Oh, it was a brother/sister thing alright. Just not
the way he was probably thinking.
Jay dropped a fork, making it look accidental and
looked under the tablecloth. I'm sure he saw Mojo at
my knees, uselessly trying to fight his way to my
cunny. I was keeping my legs closed as tightly as
possible, but was afraid to stick my hands under the
table and push him away- at least with my daddy there.
When dad got up to get some coffee, Jay silently
mouthed "Spread your legs- now."
I looked down at my food and kept my legs closed. When
dad got back to the table and sat down yammering about
some work thing, Jay waiting for dad to be distracted
with opening his tiny creamers to mouth the word,
"Now." I guess he could tell I still wasn't doing it
because he pulled out his phone and started touching
buttons, saying, "Sorry dad, I'm listening. I just
have to send something to some people." Then he looked
at me. I knew what he meant of course.
That's when I spread my legs open, slowly and Mojo
pressed his warm nose straight into my crotch. All dad
would have to do is look under the tablecloth and he
would have seen ol' Mojo licking his daughter's pussy.
The most difficult part was trying to eat as if
nothing was happening while I was getting off right in
front of my daddy without him knowing.
"Honey?" said dad. "Are you okay? You look funny."
"Mm-hmm. I'm just kind of..." I stammered as I fought
to hold on the secret hidden under the table. I was
afraid that I was going to orgasm again and it would
most likely be like before when my brother was there
and I came loud and bold, since I apparently have a
problem with having discrete orgasms. I can only
imagine my straight-as-an-arrow dad witnessing his
daughter cumming from the family canine licking her
pussy under the kitchen table. "I ah..." I searched
for an excuse.
He cocked his head at me and I was certain it was only
a matter of time before he caught on. "What...?" he
said.
I said the only thing I could think of. "Just female
problems, dad. You know...?"
I still hadn't had my first period yet, but he didn't
know that. It was a subject that I knew dad couldn't
handle. Asking him about anything even remotely close
to sex or the reproductive system made his insecure
conservative male sensibilities tremble and kick into
fight or flight mode.
"Oh. Oh. Well... I mean, that's great, Tina. I mean
it's not great, but it's you know... I mean it's fine.
It's perfectly normal and all a part of growing up. So
it's okay. So it's good. It's a good thing."
I thought Jay was going to burst into laughter and I
have to admit, I was actually distracted from my pussy
getting slobbered on under the table just long enough
to share in the humor. Finally after an awkward stare,
dad sipped his coffee and escaped- excusing himself
from the table to finish his relaxing drink and read
the newspaper in the privacy of his den. That was
something he never did- not until he talk our ears off
for a long time after we all finished eating. I guess
my fictitious period did its job and scared him off.
As Jay and I continued to eat for appearance sake,
daddy walked out of the room giving me a sympathetic
pat on the head. For a second, I felt like I was
playing my "Doggy-Slut" role again. Good girl, right?
Dad's footsteps had barely faded when Jay burst into a
hushed laughter. I stretched a slap over the table,
nailing him on the arm. I think that only made it
funnier to him. Once Jay settled back down, he said,
"Oh wow, that was great."
"Yeah, for you maybe. God, do you know how
embarrassing that was for me?"
"Good. I like embarrassing," he said in a voice which
ascended into seriousness.
That didn't sound good.
*
As I did the dishes while daddy was in his den and Jay
went up to do whatever he was doing in his room, my
mind wandered. I admitted to myself that part of me
enjoyed some of the abuse, so was it abuse at all? And
how far was this thing going to go? I had never been
to sexually active. I was a virgin, but I had of
course played with myself many times and let Mojo lick
me, but that was it. Now what was going to happen? Was
Jay really going to fuck me? Is this how I would lose
my cherry- with my own 16 year old brother? How
serious was he?
As I daydreamed while my hands scrubbed dishes under
the mildly hot water, I jumped. I didn't even realize
Jay had snuck back into the kitchen and was now
reaching both my titties through the wide opened
armholes of my sundress. He was moving his hands up
and down which instantly made my nipples pop up awake.
"Hey, Doggy-Slut," he whispered directly in my ear.
Then he licked it, which caused me to scrunch my neck
up.
"Dooon't," I quietly whined. "Dad'll catch us."
"What? I'm just helping you do the dishes," he claimed
as he removed one of his hands from a tit and reached
down straight for my thigh. He rubbed it up and down
vigorously for a few swipes until it found its way for
my pussy. He pinched my nipple and my clit (once he
found it) at the same time. I nearly dropped the dish
I was cleaning.
"Jay, quit it," I whispered.
Of course he didn't. He did go from my clit to rubbing
my slit though. "It's getting a little wet down there.
I wonder why? You gettin' off on this, Doggy-Slut?"
I knew he was right about it getting wet and I hated
it. "Please quit it Jay," I said in as much of a
polite as I could.
That just made him rub harder. "Spread your legs,
right now." I sighed but obeyed and opened them up a
couple of feet. "More," he said. I opened them wider-
maybe about another 6 or 8 inches. "More," he said,
like he was on the verge of getting pissed. I opened
them up ridiculously far. "Good girl," he whispered in
my ear again, sounding pleased. Then after a brief
pause he went back to rubbing my pussy and asshole
from behind.
I'm pretty sure he licked his finger first because it
was very wet. I set the last of the silverware in its
drying place and grabbed the edge of the sink, bracing
myself against it as I tried unsuccessfully to push
the pleasure away.
"Yeah," said Jay in my ear, "You like this, don't you,
you little 12 year old whore? You're really starting
to want this stuff, huh? You little slut. Don't worry;
I won't leave you high and dry. I'll get you off,
Doggy-Slut."
I decided to try and ignore him and not give him the
satisfaction. I grabbed another dirty plate and
continued my chore, but what he was doing to me was
very distracting. I guess he didn't like it when I
made it more obvious that I was ignoring him by
setting the now clean plate of the drying rack and
reached for a dirty glass, hurrying as fast as I
could. I was nearly finished now. He suddenly lifted
my dress up passed my titties and held it there,
thinking I would start complaining again, which was
something I think he got off on.
No. I wouldn't fall for it.
Even as he rubbed my exposed tits and ass and even my
slit down through my ass crack, I wouldn't fall for
it. He wasn't there to me. That's it, he wasn't there
at all. After a few moments I was placing the glass I
had been working on in the rack and got another one to
clean. He rolled the top of my dress into a big sloppy
bunch-up so it held in place over my chest and stepped
back, clicking away with his stupid camera phone.
Still, I ignored him. He came back near me and set not
only the dishes I had just finished back in the sink,
but some of the clean ones in the cabinet in there
too, telling me they were still dirty and to do them
again or else I knew what was going to happen. That
pissed me off as much as the sex stuff he was doing.
Why the fuck should I wash the clean stuff again?
Still, I guess he was the boss- at least for now. Okay
fine, I'll do them again, but I wasn't about to pay
him any of the attention he wanted. That became more
difficult when I heard the sliding back door open and
then shut again. I didn't respond because I knew what
he was doing. He had let Mojo out back after dinner to
use the bathroom just like he had always done. Now he
was letting him back in, just like what he had always
done. But this time I was virtually naked. Mojo went
straight for my cooch and licked it through my wide
spread legs. He was hitting my asshole too and it felt
soothingly good.
I heard that blasted clicking again as I cleaned
faster. True I was trying to get it over with quicker,
but I also didn't want this to go on until I came. I
didn't want Jay to get me off this way. I didn't want
him to have that satisfaction. I didn't even realize I
was arching my back so Mojo could get more of my pussy
with that rough, sloppy wet tongue until after I had
already done it. Jay was really snapping those
pictures when that happened. I was breathing faster
and fumbling with the dishes to beat him. I made a bet
with myself at that point that I would be able to
finish what I was doing before the Jay-Mojo team could
make me cum. Less than a minute later, I lost that
bet.
*
I lay in bed covered in a sheet and the shadows of my
room, unable to sleep. I was sure it was only a matter
of time before Jay popped into my room to get a cheap
thrill or two. I was right.
When dad slept, he slept. He had to get two of those
really loud alarm clocks and set one on either side of
his bed just to get up in the morning. Jay knew that
once dad was asleep, he would be out for the night.
He crept into my room in nothing but PJ bottoms.
"Good, you're awake, Doggy-Slut." I watched him, but
said nothing. He closed the door behind him and turned
on the lamp near my bed. "Take off your sheet." I did,
casting it irritably to the side. "What, no Mojo under
there?" Jay joked.
"Oh, ha ha. Why don't you just leave me alone, Jay?"
"Sorry, not my style. Why'd you bother wearing panties
and a nightie? Take 'em off. Take everything off."
"Jaaay. Come on."
"Do it. I didn't cum earlier for a reason. I've got a
surprise for you."
Well, this was it. My brother was going to fuck me,
whether I liked it or not. I wisped out a sigh and
stripped while he watched standing over me. "Good
girl," he said. "Now get on the floor. On your hands
and knees, like a good Doggy-Slut."
Whining proved to be an insufficient defense, so I
just did what he wanted so I could get it over with.
Once I was in doggy style, Jay made me spread me knees
out wider and arch my back. "Now wait just like that
for a minute. I'll be right back. And you better not
fucking move- or else." I was looking forward at a
dresser I had. I didn't see it from this angle very
often and I found myself drifting into details of it.
I barely wondered what he was doing and found it was
easier to just daydream, like it wasn't happening.
That only lasted long enough for Jay to open my door
again and I could have counted to three before a huge,
wet and familiar tongue started ravaging my helpless
pussy. I couldn't believe it. He let Mojo in and now
he was slobbering all over my cunny. I gasped, holding
in my breath. His warmness met my calm pussy, waking
it up. I don't know why I didn't see it coming, but I
should have.
"Jay- what... why'd you let him in here?"
"Don't be stupid. Why do you think? I've decided to
get sloppy seconds. Now just relax and enjoy it. This
should be old school to you, Doggy-Slut."
"I told you I'm a virgin. I don't want to lose it to a
dog!" I said, struggling to not get pleasure from
Mojo.
"So? Would you rather lose your cherry to your
brother? You want me to fuck you first?"
I wasn't allowed to say no to him, so I attempted to
dance around it. "I don't want to lose it period. Not
now, anyway."
"Too bad, 'cause first Mojo is going fuck-a-bitch,
then I'm going to. You've been teasing this poor dog
for too long. Have you even had the god damned common
courtesy to give him a handjob or a blowjob or
something?"
"Eww... no." I figured I could get away with a no like
that since it was a direct question about my personal
history. "That's gross!"
"Grosser than him eating your twat. Stop being selfish
and give it up already. Besides, it's not like you
really have a choice in this."
He had a point. So what could I do? I let him lick at
my pussy like he done so many times before. My
breathing became more intense and I noticed my eyes
were half closed.
SNAP--SNAP--SNAP--
I ignored the photos being taken and just relaxed and
accepted what was happening. Maybe this wasn't so bad.
At least it could be worse. Then it got worse. Mojo
comprehended the opportunity I had never given him
before as he withdrew and mounted me from behind,
humping thin air.
SNAP--SNAP- SNAP--SNAP-
"Please Jay," I looked at him as pitifully as I could.
"Please don't make me do this." But he just kept
taking those damn pictures. I saw his boner tenting
out from under his PJ's and knew he was serious about
sloppy seconds. When I felt that big furry belly on my
back and those first speckles of drool splattering
randomly between my shoulders, I knew I was about to
lose my virginity not to some boy I loved, but to the
family dog. I couldn't help it. My eyes puffed up and
I started to cry out of sheer humiliation.
My tears meant nothing to Jay. In fact I think he
liked it even more, because he took more shots of my
face as I looked up at him and sniffed. Then he went
to the rear and took his shots from many different
angles. He went back to the front, catching both my
face and body in the same pictures. It was about at
that point that Mojo's veined, red cock found what it
had been looking for.
The second it found my virgin passageway, it shredded
my hymen instantly and I yelped out, unable to control
it. Mojo pounded me like he was holding a grudge and
Jay grinned from ear to ear. That's when he walked
over and opened up the door. I looked at him as he did
it but couldn't catch enough of a breath to ask him
why. He answered the look on my face though. "So dad
can hear you if you get to loud," he smirked
victoriously.
The sharp, stinging pain was enough to veil any
pleasure I would have otherwise been feeling, but I
knew that whether it was pain or pleasure which guided
my moans and squeals, I had to try and keep it as
quiet as possible. It was a mean thing to do, but that
was Jay.
I could feel Mojo's balls slapping against my clit,
which sort of felt good, and the pain was starting to
subside now, although not the discomfort. I was
whimpering uncontrollably and bit my bottom lip until
I faintly tasted blood. I had to keep as quiet as I
could. Daddy could sleep though just about anything,
but it was still scary to think that one in a hundred
chance he could get up to find out what the strange
noises are.
As he bred me, I turned my head to see him in the full
length mirror. Mojo was facing it too, panting
heavily, and I could see a really dumbfounded, dorky
dog-grin on his face. His bottom half hunched wildly,
steadily growing in speed, and as the speed grew, so
did his already big cock. It was swelling in my tight,
12 year old cunny, burning and scraping. I felt so
filled and bloated down there and yet even as it tore
into me, it started to carry with an astounding
gratification.
As Jay took pictures, the sensations began to twirl
together within my mind but Mojo was just a little too
big for me to actually just relax and enjoy it
completely. Luckily, his canine knot didn't squeeze
inside me. I felt warmness spurting inside me until it
became a gusher. I felt it spill out of the impossibly
tight seams where his thick cock wedged my pussy like
a pumping plug. His thrusts became shorter and more
intense and that's when it arrived out of nowhere.
It was unlike any other orgasm I had ever had because
I didn't feel it coming on. It just hit me like a
hammer and I gasped and cried out, definitely too
loudly. I caught myself, hoping it wasn't loud enough
to wake my dad. Jay stopped taking pictures and
glanced outside the door just before he closed it. I
guess he was afraid I was being too loud also.
SNAP--SNAP-
That was when Mojo slowed to a stop, panted heavily
over my shoulder for a few seconds, and finally pulled
out. I just stayed frozen like that as his dog-cum
flooded out of my tight pussy.
SNAP--SNAP--SNAP right at my dripping pussy. I just
stayed like that and watched as Mojo curled up in a
corner to lazily lick his giant swollen cock. I guess
he was finished with me. Jay stopped taking pictures
and glanced outside my door again, I guess to make
sure dad was still snoozing further down the hall.
Then he closed the door back up again and dropped his
PJ bottoms, hard on sticking out at me like a poised
riffle.
"Please Jay," I finally flopped down, rolling onto my
back, reaching for my breath. "Please. I gave you...
what you wanted, but I'm so sore down there. Please
just... just let me suck your cock again instead. I'll
do it real good."
Jay shook his head. "No, that's not good enough. I
want to feel your cunt wrapped around my dick, Doggy-
Slut. I bet you're all juicy with all that doggy cum
in there. It'd be a shame to waste it. You're going to
tell dad you're sick tomorrow 'cause you're not going
to be able to get out of bed when I get done with you.
Now get back on you hands and knees. I'm going to fuck
you like Mojo did. You're just a bitch in heat to me
now."
*
The next morning, I did as Jay instructed. As far as
dad was concerned, it was another female thing. Jay
was right, I could barely work my way out of bed to go
pee. I hurt so much down there that it made me cry
just lying still. Jay had fucked me hard and fast, and
I got no pleasure from it whatsoever. I was already
too sore by then. Daddy would certainly believe I was
on my period if he saw the amount of blood that came
from me. But that wasn't the only thing sore on me
today.
Jay was really, really rough with me. I suppose he had
all that built up testosterone from not coming from
the BJ I had given him earlier that day. As a result
he pounded me as hard as Mojo, although his dick was
quite a bit smaller. I could maybe have handled that,
but he surprised me by pulling out in the middle of a
pounding thrust only to aim his soggy cock right up my
little asshole. He barely missed a beat when he did
it. I couldn't have been more shocked, which I'd say
is what he was going for.
I screamed and he covered my mouth from behind and
pushed my front half all the way to the floor as he
laid into me with all of his 16 year old might. Dog
cum made good lube to get it up inside, but it wore
away quickly, and soon the pain was devastating. After
he came, he just pulled out and snapped a close up
picture of me down there as I felt his cum oozing out
of my sphincter. Then he just put his PJ's back on and
said, "G'night bitch," and walked out of my bedroom,
leaving me in that vulgar position, crying
traumatically. I knew Jay could be mean, but I never
thought he could be so cruel. To me, on that night he
went from being a nasty boy, to being a monster.
I didn't see him that entire day. He just hung out
with his friends and dad worked a double shift. Alone
with my thoughts, I continued to relieve what happened
to me. It was like a rerun that I couldn't shut off
and it left me feeling like I was in shock. No music.
No TV. No reading. I just stared at the wall. I think
I was a little afraid of Mojo now too. I didn't want
to see him or be anywhere near him OR of course my
brother. It wasn't until two days after the rape that
I finally saw Jay. He was super nice to me.
At first I didn't trust him, but over the next few
days as I recovered, while he never apologized, he
treated me normally. Like before he snapped that first
picture of me and Mojo. He started calling me Squirt
again, which I didn't mind after the whole Doggy-Slut
thing. He even invited me to go over to his friend's
house for a get-together. I got pretty excited.
I got dressed up in my expensive sexy black boots, my
thigh-high jean skirt and a stretchy-tight black
halter top with spaghetti strings. I even put on some
makeup when Jay told me that this boy I liked named
James Caulfield was going to be there. He was 14, so
he wasn't too far out of my league I guess. After all,
I would be 13 soon. Well, kind of soon.
So there we are, at Todd's house. I was worried about
other girls being competition until I got there and
looked around. I was the only girl in the whole house.
I was not only getting attention from James, but from
all of the boys there too. I was so happy. I felt like
a normal girl again and for the first time in days,
the rape wasn't dominating my every thought. They all
had beer and were encouraging me to drink. I had never
had any alcohol before, and I got giddy quick. Then
they broke out the heavy stuff.
We were drinking screwdrivers and some drinks I had
never heard of and couldn't remember the names anyway.
We started smoking some weed too. They kept blowing it
in my face when I told them I didn't want to. I was
too afraid, but I didn't give the real reason. Finally
they talked me into taking it directly instead of
second hand smoke and before long I was drunk and
stoned out of my mind. Music was playing and I was
dancing in the center of a boy mob. I counted nine of
them earlier, including my brother.
I felt like a lone flower in a field and I was
surrounded by a swarm of hungry bees. I had never been
the center of attention to any degree like that
before. There were hands moving all over me, wrapping
around my waist- touching my tiny budding breast and
rubbing all up and down my thighs right up and under
my skirt.
My ass and pussy were getting fondled and if I were
thinking clearly I would have left right then and
there, but for the first time since Jay had abused me,
I felt some esteem coming back- or at least that's
what I thought that what it was. By then, the alcohol
and drugs had removed most, if not all inhibitions and
so I just existed in the moment. It was like a dream-
that feeling that you are there but you're not really
all there at the same time.
That's when someone suggested that we take a breather
and we all flopped down in various places in the
living room. Todd, the boy whose house it was, put on
some porn. As he turned it on, he said that his dad
would kill him if he ever found out Todd had gotten
into his stash. They were gone for the entire week and
they said no parties, so naturally that is a for sure
way of telling your kids to have a party. And what a
party it had become.
Now I was on the couch, scrunched in the center
between four boys. Everyone else was helter-skelter
about. Jay was sitting in the chair a few feet from
me, gulping some kind of mixed drink, when he said,
"So what do you think about hanging out with the big
boys, Tina?"
"Yeah," said a random boy whose name I didn't know.
I must have slurred my answer, because I'm not even
sure what I said. I think it was something positive
though. All of the boys laughed, and James said, "Man,
that little chick is trashed."
Then another boy asked if I liked the movie. Actually
he called it an "educational film". It really wasn't
until then that I focused on it. Some young girl was
getting gangbanged by a group of guys. She was maybe
18 or 19 and she looked like she really liked it. I
studied it for a time and finally smiled and slurred
out, "She's getting' it good." I don't know why I said
that. It just popped out.
"Yeah she is," someone said during a break in the
laughter at my reply. Then the boy next to me put his
hand on my thigh. At first it was closer to my knee,
but it quickly moved up, ruffling my skirt at the hem
and exposing my upper thigh. When I still just
groggily watched the movie, fascinated with my first
porno, another hand touched my other thigh from the
boy on the opposite side of me.
It also drifted upwards, ruffling my skirt and nearly
exposed my pink panties. I turned and smiled at one of
them, then to the other. I liked that these older boys
were giving me so much attention. They were smiling
back and scanning me up and down the whole time. They
especially stared at my little titties which were easy
to make out from under my tight stretchy materiel of
my halter top and my tan thighs.
I felt a pinky rubbing right over my panty clad pussy.
Then someone who was standing behind the couch- right
behind me reached down and lifted my shirt from the
bottom. I didn't move much even as several other hands
worked as a team to lift my arms and wisp it off me in
one quick move. I didn't even realize what they had
done until it was over with and my arms were released
and flopped back down at my sides.
"What are you...?" I said, my words came out as fuzzy
and slurred as I tried to cover up my poking nipples-
my newly forming little titties with my hands. Of
course that didn't stop them from getting around my
shielding by worming around my hands or gently pushing
them out of the way to get in their grabs. That's when
my mind caught up with what they were doing. I looked
at my brother and saw the dark glint he had in his
eyes I had grown to fear. I had a flashback to what he
had done to me days before. Had I been set up for
this?
"This skirt looks awfully uncomfortable," James said.
"Let's get that off for you." He knelt in front of me
and tugged it down in jerky jarring motions, not
bothering to unbutton it first. I almost robotically
thanked him before it hit me that I was being stripped
and I tried to grab onto the skirt, but I was so slow
and uncoordinated that I only managed to expose my
tiny boobies again as I reached for my it. James and
someone else easily jerked it passed my narrow hips
leaving me reaching for nothing. But with my hands
still fumbling around down there, and not defending my
tits left them fully vulnerable for assault.
Horny hands instantly groped them- three, maybe four
boys were on it- maybe more, I don't know. I reached
up to stop them, but of course my pathetic attempt
failed horrifically. One leaned over and his lips
started smacking on them, causing me to gasp. He was
kissing and licking them with much enthusiasm, which
sent chill-bumps all over my young body. I grabbed
weakly at his head, trying to pull him off, but then
one of the grabby hands from the other side turned
into a sucking mouth too, and I couldn't resist
another gasp.
"N...no... don't..." I mustered, but even as I spoke,
my arms betrayed me and instead of fighting them, I
found my hands wrapping around the back of their
heads, cradling them invitingly. Then the guy above my
leaned over stuck his tongue in my mouth. I relaxed
more when he did that and I suppose that gave them
some time to work on my panties now that they had
gotten rid of my skirt completely. And as my little
undies were getting tugged at, like a fool I squirmed
to get up with the blurry thought of just standing and
walking away- like it would be that easy. I broke the
kiss and tried to worm my way out of the titty
suckering corral. It didn't stop them, but it did give
the boys working on my panties an easier way to slip
them off my wiggly legs. Poof, they were gone.
"Don't..." I whined as my hands fell back
uncontrollably to the back of the heads that were
sucking on my tits. They were taking the entire things
into their mouths now and their tongues seemed to put
me in a trance. Naturally they ignored my unenthused
words telling them to stop and suddenly I realized I
was completely naked except for my sexy black boots.
"Look at that," someone said. "Look at her thighs and
stomach. God damn. There's like... zero body fat."
"Fuckin-A," said another.
The next thing I knew, hands lifted my feet up and
apart, forcing them to spread at the knees. They were
now being held really far apart I had nowhere near the
strength to do anything about it. I wasn't completely
naked though, as my boots stayed on. I heard more
photos being taken as I looked between my legs and saw
all of the boys staring at my cunny and making
praising comments. Even the titty suckers held off for
a moment. But they went right back for my tits again
once the view was blocked by the head of James, who
suddenly went down on me. I cried out, startled at the
sudden addition of pleasure. It felt so good, there
was no denying. Hands all over me, mouths working on
my magical places and I rolled my eyes back and lifted
my chin, my mouth now gaping opened.
SNAP--SNAP-- SNAP- went my brother. Then another
tongue rolled around in my open my mouth and I gave
into to it all. If this feeling continued, I'd have no
problem.
"Hey," Jay finally said, "Why don't you dance for us,
slut?" He was slouched back in his seat looking like a
smug and cocky king who was being entertained by his
servants.
"I don't want to," I managed to blurt out when the
kisser stopped for a moment to switch with a different
kisser.
"I know you want to," Jay said. I could hear him
smiling as he spoke.
No I didn't. In a pout, despite the carnival of
delight, I pulled out of the kiss. I didn't want this
to end, much less do some stupid dance. "No," I said,
figuring I could get away with saying no in front of
everyone without suffering the wrath of Jay. I wanted
to flip him off, but instead my disloyal hands rested
on the back of James' head now, pulling him farther
into my little cunny. I had completely abandoned the
idea of stopping them by now. I just wanted to cum.
"Do it. Dance for us." shouted Jay, not letting it go.
I think he just saw how much I was getting off and
didn't want me to enjoy it too much. I'm not sure.
"Aww..." someone said, "Come on," said another. "Why
not?" some guy said who was stuck in the back and
could barely reach me, "Dance for us," he added.
Jay leaned over and turned the CD player back on.
"Do it!" Jay shouted angrily. All in the room stopped
what they were doing for a moment and looked at his
sharp words still ringing through the air. I don't
think he meant to speak to me that harshly in front of
everyone. He changed his tone, but repeated the same
words. "Do it!" Then he said it again, obviously
turning it into a chant. "Do it, do it, do it!" then
everyone else joined in, blending together in
synchronicity.
"Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!"
As they chanted, they still held my legs spread out
and I felt ridicules in nothing but my boots, but to
dance like that was unthinkable. "I don't wanna!" I
shouted as best as I could, yet my words were drowned
by the chanting. I just wanted to go back to what they
were all doing to me before Jay had to interrupt us
and ruin everything.
"Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!"
"No!" I screamed out. They ignored me and just kept
chanting. My eyes welted up as I looked at Jay, my
lips silently mouthing, "Please".
SNAP-
I think Jay was just waiting for me to make eye
contact with him and plead so he could take another
picture of my face like that. Then he held up his
phone as if it was a badge of authority and barked
like a dog. I doubt anyone heard the bark over the "Do
it!" crap, or if they did, they thought it was part of
the urging and didn't react. I sighed and looked down
just in time to see my first real tear of the night
drip on my bare chest. That's when I realized what was
truly going on. Jay was never going to let me off the
hook. He was going to torment me from now on for the
rest of my life unless I got that phone and erased
those pictures. He would own me from now on. Even if I
turned him in to dad or the police, the damage to
me... to my reputation would FAR exceed anything that
could happen to him. He would get into big trouble.
I would be permanently destroyed. I had to get that
phone. But that wasn't going to happen in the next few
minutes. I looked at him again, pleading with my eyes.
He just gave me one of his patented Jay smirks and
wiggled the phone again. It was a magical wand that
got him whatever he wanted out of me. So with more
dread than I had ever felt in my life, I stood up. At
least three different hands smacked me on the ass and
I jetted a couple of steps forward in avoidance of
more and turned to face the majority of the group, who
was no longer chanting "Do it!" but now just cheered
in victory.
I began to wobbly remove my boots when Jay commanded,
"No, leave 'em on!" I should have pretended that I
wanted to leave them on so I wasn't all the way naked,
then Jay probably would have told me to take them off.
I was truly a sadist.
So in just my boots, I started to move my body to the
music. It was a sexy song, very erotic, and I left my
body. My mind floated throughout other things, so it
wasn't me dancing. Whoever it was, those boys sure
liked her.
Soon enough, hands were all over me again and Jay took
pictures of what must have looked like modeling for a
goddess statue. I was being worshipped by my captures-
an oxymoron I could never fully comprehend.
Unrequested lips and tongues soon joined the hands and
I had stopped crying at some unknown point, allowing
my primal self to take over completely. The confusion
about whether this was pleasure or pain was swirling
like a hurricane of emotion and I drifted away
entirely.
I remember being on my back, surrounded and getting
fucked by cock after cock as the mushroom clouds of
orgasms, both theirs and mine, exploded over and over
again.
SNAP-
I remember being on my hands and knees on the floor,
taking it in the ass and the mouth at the same time.
SNAP-
I remember being on top of James, rotating my hips and
pumping up and down on him until he shot off, his
semen mixing with all the others.
SNAP-
I remember being on my knees and the strange taste as
wads of cum jetted into my mouth.
SNAP-
And I remember the dog being let in. Under orders, I
jacked him hard and sucked his big red prick until he
fucked me with it. His fist sized knot and the way he
locked into my tiny pussy as I sucked off one after
another of the excited boys. The chanting and cheers,
the laughing and the damn camera phone. Jay's wicked
grin as I sucked him off for the applauding and jaunty
crowd. The way it felt when he shot off in my face and
my open mouth.
I remember it the way you might remember what the once
solid and complete picture of a jigsaw puzzle was
until it was taken apart and jumbled back up again.
All the pieces are still there, but the big picture is
gone. I was never Tina again.
*
I couldn't believe it. It took about four weeks before
it happened. During that time, Jay had fuck me
numerous times and brought me back to be used by his
friends twice since that first time. I got fucked by
him and Mojo every time dad was gone. I had to suck
Jay and Mojo off for him whenever he wanted. I even
had to lick both of their balls and assholes. I was
his total fuck-slave. But I was just biding my time. I
had a plan.
Jay had the camera phone on him at all times and
whenever he was away I would practice picking the lock
on the upstairs bathroom door. It took weeks to master
it, but I finally did it. He guarded that phone like
it was his pacemaker, he even slept with it I had
found, but he couldn't take it into the shower with
him.
Sneaking into the steamy bathroom wasn't so hard since
I had the running shower as a cover noise. It
blanketed any clumsy sounds I may have made as I snuck
in. I could barely see, but I knew where it was
anyway. It had to be in his pants pocket, where it
always was when he wasn't using it. I even memorized
which pocket he kept it in. I'm not stupid. I only had
one shot at this and I was going to do it. I was
finally going to be free. Then I could come up with a
way to take revenge on him like no one has ever done
before. He would pay for the hell he had put me
through if it was the last thing I would ever do.
Despite the steam, I managed to quickly flicker
through the pics. I had never so much as touched his
phone before, much less knew exactly how to work it,
but my inexperience was superseded by my desperate
motivation. I wanted to smash it, but smashed phone
could maybe be repaired. I needed to eliminate the
evidence forever. The only hitch to my plan was how
fast Jay took showers.
He always hated baths as a little kid and barely got
wet and washed his hair before he got back out. With
nothing but time to threaten me now, I flipped through
the phone's internals until I found the menu I needed
for my freedom. Just before I deleted it, something
caused Jay to jerk the shower curtain back and glance
out. My heart skipped a beat when I heard him scream
out, "Fucking bitch!"
I ran for the hallway as I finished tapping buttons.
The confusing steam and the distraction of running for
the door were nothing more than hurtles I had to jump
over on the way to the finish line. I had an extra
second- maybe two, since Jay was soaking wet and
sliding all over when he leapt out of the shower to
catch me. He got me just as I made it into the
hallway, just outside the bathroom. I did it! I
actually outsmarted the bastard. It would be well
worth whatever beating I got afterwards. I hit the
button the very second I saw him fly out of the
swirling cloudy fog of the bathroom doorway and snatch
the phone away from me. Ha! It was too late! Idiot!
Loser!
"You stupid cunt!" he screamed furiously. I had never
heard him so pissed, but I didn't care in the
slightest. No that isn't true. I did care. I loved
every second of it.
"Too bad, you asshole," I shouted triumphantly. "You
lose! Delete all! Suck on that! You'll never be able
to blackmail me again!"
Jay fiddled through his phone, going over the damage I
had done to his career as a blackmailer. "You got that
right, you dumb bitch. I'll never be able to blackmail
you again because you didn't hit delete all. You hit
send all." When the phone rang a few seconds later, I
already knew it would be dad.
END
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