Raped by my teenage brother 2

The next night my teenage brother came to rape me again.

That night, I lay awake, my mind replaying the events of the previous evening. The shame and degradation I felt were overwhelming, but beneath it all, a twisted desire still smoldered. As I tossed and turned in bed, I heard a soft creak outside my door. I froze, my heart pounding as I saw my teen age brother slide into my room, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.

He approached my bed, his movements silent on the tiled floor. I shrank back against the headboard, my breath coming in shallow gasps. He loomed over me, his features hard and unyielding.

"You're a filthy whore, Manshdeep," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You disgust me."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off with a brutal slap across the face. I tasted blood on my lip, my cheek stinging from the force of his blow.

"Shut up, slut," he hissed. "You don't get to talk."

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his grip unbreakable. With his free hand, he ripped open my nightgown, exposing my breasts to the cool night air. I squirmed beneath him, but he just tightened his hold on my wrists.

"You like having your tits played with, don't you, whore?" he sneered, his fingers roughly kneading my soft flesh.

Tears streamed down my face as he twisted and pinched my nipples, sending bolts of pain through my body. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, biting down hard enough to make me cry out.

"You're just a set of holes for men to use," he murmured against my skin, his hot breath making me shudder. "A filthy cunt and a pair of tits. That's all you're good for."

He released my wrists and flipped me over onto my stomach. I felt him lift my hips, exposing my most intimate places to his hungry gaze. He ran his fingers through my folds, making me clench involuntarily.

"Look at you, already wet for your brother's cock," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're nothing but a desperate slut, craving any dick you can get."

He positioned himself behind me and pushed into my pussy with one brutal thrust. I cried out, my body arching as he stretched me painfully. He began to fuck me hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust.

"You like that, whore?" he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips. "You like having your brother's cock inside you?"

I bit my lip, suppressing a moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me. He felt my response and chuckled darkly.

"That's it, take it all, you filthy slut," he growled, pounding into me harder. "This is what you're made for, to be used like a cheap whore."

He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly, making me clench around his cock. I could feel my climax building, my body betraying me as usual. He felt it too, and he increased his pace, fucking me with wild abandon.

"Cum for me, whore," he commanded, his voice heavy with lust. "Cum all over your brother's cock like the desperate slut you are."

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, I came hard, my pussy clamping down around him. He groaned and followed me over the edge, flooding my insides with his hot seed.

As he pulled out, I felt his cum start to leak out of me. He flipped me over onto my back and shoved his cock into my mouth, making me taste our combined fluids.

"Clean your brother's cock, slut," he ordered, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Show me how much you love the taste of cum."

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him clean, swirling my tongue around his sensitive head. He groaned and thrust into my mouth, using it like a fleshlight. When he was satisfied, he pulled out and slapped me across the face again.

"Remember, Manshdeep," he said coldly, tucking himself back into his pants. "You're nothing but a whore, a set of holes for me to use whenever I want. Never forget that."

With that, he turned and left my room, leaving me sprawled on the bed, my body aching and my soul shattered. I curled up into a ball, my tears soaking into the pillow as I wondered how I had fallen so low. But even as I lay there, I couldn't deny the twisted heat that still smoldered inside me, the dark desire that craved more despite the degradation and pain.

It was a cruel irony, but I had become my own worst nightmare - a desperate slut, craving the very thing that had destroyed me. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I would never be free of my brother's claim on my body, my holes forever marked as his to use as he pleased.