("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My life by Kristina (fillyjonk2012@hotmail.com) *** A girl's life is ruled by a brother who fucks her and a brother that hates her. (mmf-teens, youths, inc, reluc) *** One of the earliest memories I have is watching my oldest brother masturbate. We were both lying under the sheet on his bed and he was nude. He was showing me his willy and he made it go from small to big and he was rubbing it all over. I remember there was sunlight on the sheet and it was really warm and cosy. I was 3 and he was 12. His name’s Peter. I saw him do that a lot. I don’t remember dad ever catching him with me. As I got older, he did more and more things to me. He would get me to take my pants off and he’d spread my legs out and sit between them. He’d look at me while he played with himself. I remember him licking my skin down there. He used to show me the stuff that came out of him when he was finished playing and he would cuddle me and I loved it when he did that. When I was about 5, he tried to get me to lick his skin down there but I said no. I remember that he gave me a 2 dollar note and said I could keep it if I licked him, and he talked me into it, and I did it to him. I remember that I had to do it a lot to him after that. I didn’t let him finish playing on my face or near my mouth. I hated the taste of it. I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about what we did or the police would take him away and he said I’d be left alone with my dad and other brother, and then no one would read me stories, play with me, cuddle or watch cartoons with me. What he said was very much the truth. My dad was 49 when I was born and a German immigrant. He was an unemotional creature and was incapable of telling me that he loved me. He was all business and no play. He was in the Hitler Youth in WWII. Up until I was about 8, my father’s sister, my auntie, used to babysit me and to a certain degree, my brothers. After I turned 8, my oldest brother was made to stay home and babysit me and our auntie didn’t visit us very much after that. He used to torment our other brother, Michael, who was 3 years younger than him. Mike would then torment me to relieve the anger created from being the victim of Peter. Mike and I have never gotten along. Peter was the only person who showed me affection and loved me and wanted to spend time with me, albiet in a very wrong way. In school, in grade 2, I remember getting caught by a teacher after I got 4 boys to pull their pants down and show me their willies. I had to see the Headmaster about it and I was really scared he would tell dad. I don’t know if that ever happened. I remember Peter showing me magazines that were dad’s. He’d show me photos of nude ladies who were really pretty, and he’d look at me without my pants on and lick me. He’d cum on me and then wipe it off with a towel. When I was about 8 in 1984, he started showing me sex videos that he found in dad’s bedroom. I didn’t like them at first because I thought the girls in the movies were getting hurt. I remember feeling really hot between my legs when I watched the nude people lying on top of each other. Peter would always orgasm when we watched them. I think Dad used to get a new video every week almost because we watched a lot of them. When it was 2 or 3 days before my 9th birthday, Peter had intercourse with me. In a courtroom, it would be rape but I tend not to dwell on that too much because I forgave him for it a long time ago. He just wanted me so badly, he couldn't stop. He was watching a sex movie and he got me to lie on top of him with my clothes off. He made me lie so that he could masturbate onto my pussy lips and the cheeks of my bottom while my head lay on his chest. I had long hair and he always said he liked to feel it on his skin. He played this way a lot when we watched movies. I couldn’t actually see the television but he could. He asked me if I wanted to try for real, and do what the grown up girls were doing in the movie. He said it would be okay and I’d really like it and it’d be really special for him and he’d feel really good. I remember believing him and saying ok. He got something wet and put it all over his cock. I remember his cock feeling really hard and slippery against my pussy lips and he put his arms around me and was holding me so I couldn’t get off him. He pushed me down and I just remember it hurting a lot and I yelled and cried. I remember him saying “Jesus fuck yes”. He pushed in me more and I know I tried to hit him. He did it 4 more times and then stopped because he’d finished. He let me go and I ran away and didn’t really talk to him until my birthday. I remember it all like it was yesterday. I was scared and angry because he really hurt me and made me bleed. He looked upset every time I saw him and he tried to say he was sorry but I didn’t talk back to him except when dad was there. On the night of my birthday my dad told me I didn’t look happy and he asked me if anything was wrong because it was my birthday and I should have been smiling. I still didn’t want the police to come and take Peter away, even after what he did, so I said I was okay and I started to smile again. Peter gave me a really cool present in front of my dad so I had to hug him and kiss him and tell him it was great. After that, he acted like nothing had happened but he also didn’t try to have sex with me again for a while. He stopped cuddling me and didn’t touch me anymore and I thought he didn’t love me any longer. I remember feeling very lonely but I didn’t know how to deal with it. There was a night when dad was away and we got a big storm. I went into Peter’s bed and cuddled with him and he went back to being normal with me again. We had sex once every weekend or two when dad would go away overnight. After hating it for the first 10 times or so, I started to like it. When I was 12, dad started going away for work, 3 or 4 nights a week and left me with Peter and Michael. I was in Peter’s bed for an hour, every single night dad was away. He didn’t take no as an answer. Mike was 18 and turned into a drug dealer. Peter worked as a chemist’s assistant and bought pills home for Mike to sell. When dad wasn’t here, lots of people (mostly guys) came to our house to buy gear. Mike became really good mates with two guys who turned out to be very creepy and I was seriously scared of them. They were here three nights a week for two years. After I was 13, they started to touch me whenever they knew no one was looking. I only wore tight jeans when I knew they were coming over, so they couldn’t pull them down. I couldn’t wear a skirt when they were here. One of them used to pin me to the wall when he could, and rub an erection on me. I couldn’t go to Michael about them because he resented me and his friends came first. I told Peter what was going on but he never saw them do anything and he didn’t believe me enough to talk to them about it. They got worse as I got older and turned really bad when I was 15. My brothers would have parties once a week then when dad wasn’t here and they’d get so drunk or smashed, they’d pass out regularly and fall asleep. The two creeps knew this and would stay late to try and talk to me. One of them started to tell me all the time that he was going to rape me. They used to try and get in my bedroom. When I was nearly 16, I came home from school before my brothers got home from work and the two creeps were waiting for me at our front door. They took my keys from me, unlocked the door and took me inside. The one who kept telling me he was going to rape me, did rape me. The other one watched out in case someone came home. He said if I didn’t have sex with him he’d tell the police that Peter and Michael are dealers. He made me get onto our couch in the Lounge Room and lift up my school uniform. I didn’t try to stop him when he started, because I didn’t want to get hurt. I shut my eyes and tried really hard to think it was Peter but I couldn’t stop from crying. He only lasted two minutes and then the other guy did it to me. He was aggressive and hurt me more than the first one did. It took 15 minutes. After that they left and I was crying and Peter came home and found me a while later. He saw their cum on me and red marks on my skin and finally believed me. He was so incredibly angry. Two days later he bashed the first guy really badly and the second guy stopped living near us and left before Peter could get him. I found out that Michael knew what they did but he never said anything to me about it. Michael knew about me and Peter for years but I didn't find out that until I was 19. To be continued? Maybe this story is real...maybe it isn't... Let me know if you want me to write more. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 73