Lori

All characters in the story are above the age of 18. Hi! I’m Lori also known as the sneaky little rebel. I love to have fun go out and party.

Hi! I’m Lori also known as the sneaky little rebel. I love to have fun go out and party, drink, smoke, blow, pop! And well, my parents would rather me stay at home and STUDY. YEA RIGHT I just turned 19 so what would you expect ! I love sneaking out to go to raves or house parties, drinking and having wicked fun with my friends. I do a have very kinky side to me as well . Of course my mother think’s I’m still a virgin but take one look at my slutty outfits I like to wear and you’ll know otherwise.
I love flaunting my tight little ass in a pair of short shorts all around town. One night me and my younger brother went out to a pool hall. I flirted my ass off and pulled my top down showing off my cute little titties so I didn’t get the X’s on my hands. I’m young but I’m smart, too.
I met this guy over at another pool table, he was kind cute and looked so familiar. I decided to bet the guy a blowjob that I would beat his ass. If I won, he had to give me a one hundred dollars. he said ” Its a Deal, Lori” I had no Idea how he knew my name.
Im usually really good at pool, but this time he won. We ended up in the seedy bathroom. He said ” You don’t know who I am?” I shook my head No as I undid his pants. My teenage ass was down on my knees in front of him looking up ate his dick, and it was so fucking hard. It was huge too! I started sucking and licking the head, really working him with my mouth and throat. The he lifted my ass up on the sink and gave this young tight pussy a good deep pounding. ” Im your Uncle Jay, girl” He said through grunts and growls. This made me cum immediately all over his hard old man cock. Thrusting harder and deeper with his seasoned, so he didn’t cum quickly he had stamina. Then he flipped me around, putting me on my hands and knees on the dirty floor. He spread my ass cheeks and I felt him pressing against my tight little asshole. “No! Not there!” I cried out, but he just pressed harder until my sphincter gave way and he was inside me, stretching me in a way I’d never been stretched before.
I didn’t want to like it but I couldn’t help moving and moaning “daddy” as his cock bottomed out in me again and again. He pulled my hair and whispered in my ear, “You’re just like your mother.”
That was the first time I saw him after he got out of prison.
He didn't let me go right away. Jay, my uncle, stayed inside me, the weight of him a strange, solid anchor against the trembling in my legs. The bathroom’s single bulb hummed, a nervous sound that matched the frantic thumping of my own heart. A drip, drip, drip from a leaky faucet marked the seconds, each one a little louder than the last.

"There, now," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my back. He hadn't pulled out yet. "Have you ever let your daddy do anything like this to you Lori ?"
I couldn't answer. The word 'daddy' still echoed in the small, tiled room, a ghost of my own involuntary betrayal. My cheek was pressed against the cold, gritty floor. I could smell bleach and something else, something sour and dark underneath it. I focused on that smell, the way my muscles ached, the lingering stretch of my ass, anything but the question, anything but the man who was still half inside me, his breath warm on the back of my neck.
"Your mother," he continued, his voice softer now, almost thoughtful. "She was always a fighter. Always made a fuss at first. But she learned. She liked the game."
Game. The word hung in the air between us, thick and sickening. I thought of my mom, her sad smile when she looked at old photographs, the way she sometimes stared off into the distance, a look I never understood until now. The familiar face at the pool hall, the reason he knew my name... it all clicked into place with a horrifying, final snap.
“You’re not my uncle at you? You’re my real dad,” I mumbled into the floor tiles, tasting the grime. My voice was a small, broken thing.
Jay finally moved, pulling out of me with a slow, deliberate motion that left me feeling hollowed out and cold. I heard the soft metallic sound of his belt buckle. "That’s my girl," he said. "Now you're starting to understand." He stood over me for a moment, a tall shadow blotting out the light. "Get up. Get cleaned up. We're not done here."
I pushed myself up on shaky arms, my joints protesting. My shorts were a tangle around one ankle, my top twisted. I looked like a wreck. In the mirror, my reflection stared back, a stranger with wild green eyes, smeared mascara, and a flushed face. This girl, the one who’d bet a blowjob on a game of pool, seemed like a different person entirely, someone from another life.
"Your mother thinks you're at a friend's house," Jay said, washing his hands at the sink with an unnerving casualness. "She trusts you. Good girl." He dried his hands on his jeans and turned to face me, his gaze unreadable.
“You’re going to come to my apartment every Tuesday after school…ok” he said as he handed me a card with his address on it.
“And Lori” he continued “if you ever think about telling your mom what happened, I’ll make sure everyone in this town knows what a little slut you really are. You don't want that, do you?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He just walked out, the bathroom door swinging shut behind him, leaving me alone with the dripping faucet and the scent of his cum in the air.
***
The school week crawled by like something wounded. Each class was an eternity, the drone of the teachers' voices a meaningless buzz against the constant replay in my head. The cold tile, his voice, the word 'daddy' slipping from my own lips. What did he mean when he said The game?
Tuesday afternoon found me standing outside a run-down apartment complex on the edge of town. The stucco was cracked and stained, the air thick with the smell of garbage and stagnant water from a nearby canal. I clutched the strap of my backpack so tightly my knuckles were white. Inside, my textbooks felt like lead weights, anchors to a normal life I wasn't sure I could ever get back to.
I slowly walked up to the door the number 11 was painted on the it in faded gold
The door creaked open before I could even knock. He was there, leaning against the doorframe, wearing a grey t-shirt and faded jeans. He didn't look like a monster. He looked like any other guy, maybe a little tired around the eyes. He smiled, and it didn't reach his eyes.
"Right on time," he said, stepping aside to let me in. "I like that. Punctuality is a virtue."
The apartment was dark, the blinds drawn, even though it was bright and sunny outside. The air was heavy with the smell of old cigarettes and beer. Pizza boxes were stacked in a corner, and clothes were thrown over a ratty armchair. It was a bachelor's lair, messy and lived-in and completely alien to my mother's obsessively clean house.
"Don't just stand there," he said, shutting the door behind me. The click of the lock was deafening. "You know what to do."
My feet felt like they were cemented to the grimy linoleum. The same fear from the bathroom washed over me, a cold, sickening wave. But there was something else, too. A small, dark curl of something that felt dangerously close to anticipation.
My fingers began to up button my blouse mechanically. He watched me, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. I fumbled with the third button, my hands shaking too much to work the tiny disc through the hole.
"Let me help you with that," he said, his voice low. He crossed the room in two strides, his presence swallowing up the small space. He didn't touch me, not yet. “Should I call you daddy “ I asked my voice feeling like it was coming from somewhere else.
A slow grin spread across his face, a genuine one this time. It transformed him, making him look younger, more dangerous. "I think you should, Lori. I really think you should."
He hooked a finger into the top of my school blouse and pulled. The buttons popped free, scattering across the floor like tiny, plastic pearls. The cool air hit my skin, and I shivered.
“Daddy” I whispered, looking up at him with my big green eyes, my long blonde lashes fluttering. I bit my bottom lip. He didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at me, his gaze heavy, weighing, considering. Then he reached out, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb stroking the skin just under my eye. His touch was surprisingly gentle.
I pressed in to his big hand smelling his skin. He smelled clean and fresh. “Good girl.” He led me by the hand over to his bed. His king size bed had black silk sheets and a black iron head board.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling me between his legs. "You know," he said, his voice a low murmur, "I used to watch you. From a distance, of course. Before... before I had to go away. I'd see you riding your bike, your hair flying out behind you. Even then, you had that fire."
The bulge in his pants seemed to be getting bigger,I felt my heart start to pound again, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. The confession, so casually offered, was more terrifying than any threat. He had been watching me. My whole childhood, this man, this *father*, had been a shadow in the periphery of my life.
“Take my pants off for me…baby” He said with a smirk. “ daddy” i sed as I started unbuckling his belt “ i let one of the boys from school fuck me this morning”
His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist so tight it hurt. His smirk vanished, replaced by a look as cold and hard as the bathroom tile. "What did you just say?"
“I let one of the boys from school fuck me this morning, Daddy.” I repeated, a defiant thrill running through me. I wanted to see a reaction, to poke the bear, to know if I had any power here at all.
“ who is he” he sed flatly.
“His name is Kevin,” I said, my voice trembling slightly, but I held his gaze. “He’s on the football team. He’s got a fast car.” I was baiting him, I knew it. A stupid, reckless game, but the words were tumbling out of me.
He let go of my wrist, and for a second I thought I’d gone too far.
“You’re younger brother is named Kevin” he sed, a slow smile spreading across his face as he figured out my lie
I hadn't expected him to know that. A cold dread washed over me, extinguishing the defiant spark. My little brother, Kevin. The one I was supposed to be protecting. I'd used his name as a cheap weapon in this twisted game, and now the weapon was turned against me.
“Have you actually thought about your little brother in that way Lori”
The question was a scalpel, precise and sharp, cutting right to the ugliest, most hidden part of me. I hadn't, not really. But in that moment, with him asking, the image flashed in my mind: Kevin's lanky frame, his awkward teenage grin, the way he looked at me sometimes with a confused hero-worship. A wave of nausea hit me so hard I thought I'd be sick.
“Get naked Lori!” he commanded “ now”
The command snapped me out of it. My fingers flew to the clasp of my skirt, then my panties. I shimmied out of them, my movements clumsy, desperate to obey. Soon I was standing before him, completely bare, the cool air of the room making goosebumps rise on my skin. The black silk sheets of the bed felt a million miles away.
He just watched me, his eyes raking over my body, no longer just hungry but analytical, like he was memorizing every curve, every flaw, every secret I had. He stood up, his tall frame towering over me. He walked a slow circle around me, so close I could feel the heat from his body. He stopped behind me, and I flinched, expecting a touch, a blow, something.
I heard the wrestling of clothes and the clink of metal as his belt bounced off the floor, his monster of a cock pressed in to the small of my back.
“Get on the bed” he sed his voice thick and gravelly
I scrambled onto the black silk, the cool material a shock against my hot skin. I lay on my back, my heart hammering against my ribs, looking up at the iron headboard. I watched as he opened a drawer in the nightstand. He pulled out a small, silver camera. “ show me what you would do if you’re little brother was here instead of me”
The world tilted on its axis. The air left my lungs in a painful rush. It was one thing to play this game with him, to call him 'daddy' and pretend this was some dark, secret fantasy. It was another thing entirely to drag my brother into it.
“I... I can't,” I stammered, shaking my head. The silk sheets felt like they were coiling around me, trapping me.
He aimed the camera at me, the small red light a baleful eye in the dim room. "You can," he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous, persuasive whisper. "And you will. Think of it as a test. A little improv." He chuckled, a low, ugly sound. "Show me how you'd be a good big sister."
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, hot and humiliating. But there was no escape. The locked door, the camera, the cold certainty in his eyes. I closed my own eyes, trying to summon a blank space in my mind, a place where this wasn't happening. I put on a fake face, and filled it with lust, sexual need and want.
I ran a hand down my stomach, my fingers tracing a path over my hip. My other hand went to my breast, cupping it, my thumb circling the nipple. I thought about Kevin, his goofy laugh, the way he left his wet towels on the bathroom floor. I tried to corrupt those images, to twist them into something else, something this man wanted to see.
“No name Lori, just say little brother or baby brother when you talk about Kevin” he said, his voice cold and clinical, like a director giving notes. "And look at the camera. Pretend it's his face."
I forced my eyes open and stared into the unblinking red light. "Baby brother," I whispered, the words tasting like poison. "Are you watching me? Do you like what you see?" My voice was a breathy moan, a performance. I let my hand drift lower, between my legs. I was dry, my body resisting even as my mind tried to obey.
"Touch yourself for me," Jay coached from behind the lens. "Show him how wet you get. Tell him what you want him to do to you."
I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "I'm so wet, baby brother," I lied, my voice cracking.
“I’ve been a bad girl”
“Call your self big sister or older sister when you’re talking to the camera” he said
"I've been a bad girl... big sister," I started again, the new words even more twisted, more vile. "I need you to... to punish me." I started moving my fingers against myself, the friction uncomfortable, almost painful. I tried to fake it, biting my lip, letting out small whimpers that were supposed to sound like pleasure but felt like defeat.
“ I sucked a dirty old man’s cock the other day when we were playing pool…. Baby brother” my body betrayed me and I felt the moisture between my fingers as i played circled around my clit.
A slow, triumphant smile spread across Jay's face as he watched me. He could probably see the change in my eyes, the way my hips had started to move almost imperceptibly. He had broken something inside me, and the shame of my body's response was worse than the pain, worse than the fear.
“Tell him everything Lori, tell your baby brother everything”
The camera felt like a judgment. My voice, when it came, was a hoarse whisper. "He won... the pool game. So I... I had to pay up." My fingers moved faster, slick with my own arousal. "In the bathroom. It was dirty... the floor was so dirty on my knees." My breath hitched. "He was... so big. He stretched my mouth open. I could taste him."
“Good girl, remember to call him little brother” he sed softly
"Good girl," he echoed, his own voice thick with lust. "Tell your little brother what happened next."
I was lost in it now, the story spilling out of me as my body raced toward a climax I didn't want. "He bent me over the sink... his old man cock... he pounded my little pussy so hard. And then... three red raped my little asshole… Kev.. little brother.
The admission was the final push. My back arched off the silk sheets, a choked sob tearing from my throat as the orgasm ripped through me. It was violent and shaming, waves of pleasure that felt like punishment. I squeezed my eyes shut, seeing Kevin's face, the way he looked at me, and I hated myself.
When I opened them, Jay was closer, kneeling between my legs on the bed. The camera was gone. He had captured what he wanted. He reached out, his fingers tracing the wetness on my thigh. "You see?" he murmured. "You're a natural."
He didn't wait for a response. He hooked his arms under my knees and flipped me over, my face pressing into the cool silk. My ass was in the air, exposed and vulnerable. “Rape my little ass hole baby brother” I screamed in to the pillows.
I didn't have to wait long. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, not my ass this time, but my pussy, still slick and sensitive from my forced climax. He entered me in one smooth, possessive stroke, filling me completely. A strangled sound escaped my lips.
“You love being rape by you little brother don’t you big sister”
"Yes," I sobbed into the pillow, the word muffled by silk and shame. "Yes, I love it."
He began to move, a deep, punishing rhythm that stole my breath. The bed frame creaked in time with his thrusts, a steady, percussive beat to my undoing. Each time he bottomed out inside me, it was a reminder. A reminder of the pool hall, the seedy bathroom, the camera, the threat. But it was also a reminder of the pleasure I had just taken from my own degradation.
He leaned over me, his chest against my back, his mouth next to my ear. "I'm going to cum inside you, Lori," he grunted, his voice raw. "And when you go home tonight, you're going to be full of me. You're going to feel me dripping out of you all night long. And when Kevin gets home from school you’re going to go to his bedroom and suck his cock!”
The thought was a horror show. The thought of my brother, of his innocent face, of what this man was ordering me to do. But as Jay’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsher, a sick, twisted part of me wondered. A part of me that had been born in that dirty pool hall restroom. What would happen if I did?
With a final, deep groan, he buried himself inside me, and I felt the hot flood of his release. It was a final act of ownership. He stayed there for a moment, his weight heavy on me, his cock pulsing inside me, marking me as his. Then he pulled out, leaving me empty and leaking onto the black sheets.
“Your brother will be home in 30 minutes. Now get dressed”
He was right. A glance at the digital clock on the nightstand told me I was already cutting it close. My body ached in a dozen places. My mind was a mess of shattered pieces. I slid off the bed, my legs trembling, and began to gather my discarded clothes from the floor. My blouse was ruined, the buttons gone. I’d have to hold it closed.
Jay watched me dress, a lazy, satisfied look on his face. He hadn't bothered to put on his own pants yet. “ here you can have this one since I ruined yours” he tossed his gray T-shirt ate me “you can wear it when you’re sucking your little brothers cock tonight” he said with a smirk
I caught the shirt. It was soft from a thousand washes and smelled like him—clean skin and something else, something musky and dark. I pulled it on. It was huge on me, hanging down to my mid-thigh. It felt both like a shield and a brand. "Okay," I whispered, my eyes fixed on a particularly nasty stain on the carpet.
I bent down to pull up my panties. “Leave them, you won’t need them, Kevin should have easy access to you.” He got up of the bed and walked over to me leaning down and kissing my lips. “ you should do everything your brother asks start by sucking his cock, but if he wants more, you’re going to give it to him.”
The walk home was a blur. The late afternoon sun felt too bright, the sounds of the neighborhood too loud. Every car that drove by, I wondered if it was someone I knew, someone who could see the shame on my face, who could smell Jay on my skin. I clutched the strap of my backpack in one hand and held the front of Jay's t-shirt closed with the other, the ruined blouse balled up inside.
The house was quiet when I let myself in. "Lori, is that you?" my mom's voice called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, it's me," I called back, my voice cracking. I bolted for the stairs, not wanting to see her, not wanting her to see me.
"I made a snack for you and Kevin!" she called after me. “ he is in his room would you tell him its really and to com eat?”
My heart hammered against my ribs. His room. The gauntlet had been thrown. "Okay!" I yelled, taking the stairs two at a time. I didn't go to my own room. I went straight to his. I didn't knock. I just opened the door and walked in.
Kevin was sitting at his desk, headphones on, controller in his hands, his eyes glued to the screen where some kind of space battle was raging. I didn’t say anything i just pulled uncle jay’s t-shirt up and over my head exposing my naked breast and knelt in front of him.
It took him a second to realize I was there. He paused the game, pulling the headphones off. "Lori? What the hell are you—" He stopped, his eyes widening as they took me in. His gaze dropped from my face to my bare chest, then back up again, a confusion dawning in his eyes that was quickly replaced by something else. “Fuck holy shit” he breathed, his voice thick with disbelief.
I reached out and put a hand on his knee. He flinched but didn't pull away. I let my hand slide up his thigh, my fingers tracing the seam of his jeans. He was hard already, a teenage boy's instant, Pavlovian response. My own body, a traitor, gave a little throb of dark curiosity.
“ would you like me to suck your cock… little brother” i sed remembering uncle jay’s instructions. The words hung in the air between us, electric and forbidden. Kevin just stared, his mouth slightly agape. He looked terrified. He looked thrilled.
I didn't wait for an answer. My fingers found the button of his jeans, then the zipper. The sound of it coming down was unnaturally loud in the quiet room. I tugged at the denim, and he lifted his hips, helping me, a silent accomplice in his own seduction. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock sprang free, I was surprised he wasn’t circumcised he was smaller than uncle Jay's, but bigger then any of the other boys I’ve fooled around with. I peel back his foreskin and his one eyed monster winked back at me.
"Fuck," he whispered again, the word a prayer and a curse.
I leaned in, the scent of him hitting me—clean laundry, teenage boy sweat, and something else, something uniquely Kevin. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, a final moment of sanity, a last gasp from the girl who bet blowjobs on pool games. Then I took him in my mouth.
He tasted different. He was all youth and raw nerve endings. He let out a choked sound, his hands flying to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, not guiding me, just holding on, like I was his only anchor in a hurricane. I worked him with my mouth, using everything Jay had taught me, every trick, every technique. I hollowed my cheeks, I swirled my tongue, I took him deep until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged, just like he wanted.
He didn't last long. With a strangled cry, his hips bucked, and he came in my mouth, a hot, salty flood that I swallowed automatically. It was an act of pure muscle memory. I keep sucking him as he’s as I could trying to drain every last drop of him from his now sensitive cock
He collapsed back in his gaming chair, boneless. I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked at him, really looked at him. His face was flushed, his eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and awe. The innocence was gone. I had killed it. Uncle Jay had killed it. I had been the weapon. I was the one who actually pulled the trigger.
“Lori…” he started, but I cut him off.
I stood up, my knees stiff. I picked up Jay's t-shirt from the floor and pulled it back on. It covered my nakedness but did nothing to cloak the shame.
"Just... just come downstairs, Mom made snacks," I said, trying to to pretend everything was normal. "Don't say anything."
I walked out of his room, closing the door softly behind me, shutting him in with the ghosts of what we had just done. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I looked at myself in the mirror. My lips were swollen, my cheeks were flushed. I saw the same girl from the pool hall bathroom, the one who was on her knees, but this time it was worse. Got in the shower and turned on the hot water and just stood there for as long as I could take it, letting the heat and pain burn away the shame. I didn’t know when or how but eventually I we going to end up with my little brothers cock in one or all of my holes. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stop it.
***
The next few days were a strange kind of hell. My mom didn't notice anything was wrong, of course. She was too busy being happy. Happy I was home, happy I was "studying." She didn't see the way Kevin wouldn't look at me at the dinner table, or the way he flinched every time our fingers brushed reaching for the salt.
I decided Kevin and I needed to take about the had happened between us. so one night I wanted until I was sure our mom was asleep. I slowly crept out of my room and peaked down the hall her door was closed, so I snuck down the hall to Kevin’s room and opened the door quietly.
The room was dark, except for the faint glow of his phone screen. “Hey”I whispered “are you awake” I asked “yeah” he said quietly not looking at me. “Can we talk about what happened?” I asked, my heart pounding.
He finally looked at me, and in the dim light, I could see the war in his eyes. Fear, confusion, and a dark flicker of that same want from before. "Talk about it?" he whispered back.
I was only wearing uncle jay’s t-shirt and my nipples started getting stiff and I could feel them poking out of the thin fabric. I walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge.
"I'm sorry," I said, the words feeling inadequate and cheap.
"Why?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Did... did someone make you do that?"
The question hung there, a lifeline. I could grab it. I could tell him everything. About Jay, the pool hall, the threat. “No” I said, the lie coming out so easily it scared me. “I wanted to do it”
He stared at me. "You... wanted to?"
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, little brother. I did."
The words were out. And as I said them, I felt a shift inside me. The shame was still there, a heavy, suffocating blanket, but I could feel it turning in to
Something else.
"I think about it all the time," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. I reached out and put my hand on his leg, just like I had before. "I think about how you tasted."
He let out a shaky breath. "Lori..."
"Is that okay?" I asked, my fingers tracing circles on his thigh through the thin blanket. "Is it okay that I want to do it again?"