I was finally 10, practically a teenager. So, it was time to take it to the next level, and out of my immediate family.
My mom was kinda stupid, she assumed that I was totally clueless, all while teaching me all about sex. Of course I learned everything from her, but she kept treating me like a stupid little girl.
Like her child porn, she didn’t take pictures of little kids naked, and having play sex. She was a porn-star as a little girl, with other little girls, and a man that was smart enough to stay out of the pictures. She said he was a photographer at the mall, and he told her he was a talent agent for models, and actresses.
So, she let him lead her off to some studio somewhere, that had racks of clothes to try on, while he took pictures of her in her underwear while changing. He even got her to put on sexier underwear, bras and panties, though the empty cups just kind up stuck out crumpled up when she wasn’t trying to cover them with one arm.
Her leg turned to cover her crotch in the laciest panties, so he couldn’t see her hairless cunt through the gaps in the lace, but her butt stuck out, and she was pouting over her shoulder, but it wasn’t that model look. Where they pucker up like they’re about to blow you a kiss. She started crying in the next one, but she was eager enough to please, and even showed her cameltoe.
Bent over, with her grinning face up side down between her legs. She said she was just acting, but then they started making movies, with other girls her age, and a little older. I don’t know, 10-13 ish? It’s hard to tell, because some girls develop more quickly than others, but these were all film photographs, and minicassettes from a cam-corder.
So, he must’ve had a darkroom, and one of those tape adapters to put the little tapes inside a VCR to play them. She had a TV/VCR in the attic, and a plug screwed into a light socket to play them, when nobody else was home, but it didn’t take long for my brother and me to find all her hiding places, and put everything together.
So, I found the ladder down from the attic, and climbed up to watch mom play lesbians with 2 other little girls, but the camera was shaky. “You want to try that?” He jumped, and yanked the plug out of the light socket.
“What? You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Of course I do, you know there’s no difference between a boy, and a lesbian if you keep your pants on.” He still had a mouth, and fingers, but he didn’t keep his pants on for long. The first time, I was just curious, so I stuck my hands in there while I was sitting on his face, and he was pretty much exploring with his tongue. So, I explored with my fingers, and his dick twitched with dry orgasms until he went soft.
They weren’t dry orgasms forever, but by then, I was giving blowjobs, and getting fingerbangs. 2 in the pink, and one in the stink, until finally I jumped his bone, and he shot me full of dick juice in surprise.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Of course not,” but if I asked him, he wouldn’t let me again. He always said no, and mom wasn’t the only one in the house looking at porn. Dad was a lot more tech savvy, and vanilla. So, he had computers, and a phone to jack off to mainstream porn when he was in the doghouse, and cut off of sex from mom until she forgave him.
So, we knew all about normal husband wife type sex, and cheating from other people’s stories. You know, soap operas, trashy romance, and just gossip. Grownups think we can’t hear you, or we don’t understand, if you spell S.E.X. Say it in oh so subtle ways like sleeping around, or whatever. Again, normal stuff, but I was a natural at dominating, and raping my brother, so I figured that all out by myself.
The first time I raped him, I just covered his face with a pillow, and told him to bite it while I beat him off, but instead I held it up to sit on it, and he blew balls inside me as soon as he realized that warm wetness wasn’t my mouth. Probably because it didn’t bite him, or scrape him with my teeth like I always did giving him head. He didn’t like the pain at first, but I told him to toughen up, and take it like a man, or I’d tell mom.
Not dad, he’s not afraid of dad, because he’s just as much of a pussy whipped simp as him. Like father, like son, I guess. Then, he started getting scared that I would get pregnant, if I ovulated so I was fertile before my first real period. (I told my mom that’s why my panties were bloody, instead of me popping my cherry so I could rape my brother.)
So, he tried to set me up with other boys, but I was bored with him anyway. He’s too obedient, he doesn’t even fight back now, and while I’m proud of myself for breaking him, it makes the sex kinda boring, and predictable.
Then, this stocker stalked us at the grocery store, so mom invited him over to my birthday party, and made him take pictures. Of the birthday decorations, and the guests, but with a wink, and a grin. Not child porn with my innocent little girl, anything but that!
😉
She thinks she’s subtle, I guess. So anyway, there was this funny/ironic mixup with him, and my brother, because he thought we’re both girls. It turns out that Petie (That’s my brother) had gotten kinda swishy? Even I didn’t notice it, because he was always kinda wimpy, and shrimpy. The boys called him girl, gay, and fag, but we’re talking about 6th graders, and middle school boys. Everything is gay, and they’re all fags to hear them talk.
Maybe they didn’t want to say anything, or just didn’t look at his butt in those tight pants he wears. To be fair, mom bought him all his clothes too, because she didn’t just teach me about sex, and being sexy. Honestly, she flirted with everyone, then yelled at dad for being paranoid, and possessive. Gaslighting, I guess. She had a different way with everybody, the best way to get under your skin, and push your buttons, just to see what you’ll do.
That’s why we hid our relationship, me, and my brother, just so she didn’t have the satisfaction of knowing she tricked us into doing incest. That, and he was afraid of what she’d do if she ever found out. She can be pretty scary, and intimidating when she’s alone with you, so nobody else can see her like that, but she knows the absolute worst thing to threaten you with. I wish I knew what she said to him to have him so terrified of her punishment. It must be even worse than anything I’ve thought up to punish him.
Just for being a boy, and there. I guess, I didn’t have to go anywhere, or meet other boys to figure out how to make them do my bidding, but I’m not a sadist. I don’t get off on hurting them, so I have to have a reason to use pain. If I can get something else out of it, I will, though.
I guess that’s enough beating around the bush, but there was so much to do before the guests arrived, I watched him, and my brother for hours. Shaking my head, jealous, and thinking it was gay, all the while Jerry thought Peter was a girl. I guess he’s a pretty boy, too. If you like that sort of thing.
Not Jeremy, he’s got a face like a moon. All full of craters from squeezing his pimples, and picking the scabs when his face broke out. It cleared up, but left his pores wide open. He wore a mask, for Covid, but I made another one to cover the top of his face, when a paper bag would have done the trick.
“Uh, why don’t you come back here, in the stock room?” My brother turned me around, and pushed me in the door by the shoulder, then closed it after Jeremy came in. He turned back, and found the light switch. Oh yeah, and it was an old restaurant, if you call Schlotzky’s a restaurant, but they had a bakery. They closed down, once Panera moved in across the street, but the oners were good friends of my dad’s. So, he rented it out for special occasions.
It didn’t get any more special than my birthday. The big 10, I knew I would start puberty any day now. I could feel it tingle in my nipples, and sometimes stabbing like pins, and needles, but that was the only sign. That, and I was so horny, I just had to be fertile. That means my period would come next, and then pubes, hips, and stuff like that.
“Huh, don’t be afraid.” Jeremy tried the door knob, but it was locked. I put my feet up on the rack, and sat down on the flower bags. Picking up my knees, and spreading them as soon as I got my panties over them. “I won’t bite.”
I lied, okay? Sue me, if you can find me to serve papers. Good luck finding a judge that’ll believe a 10 year old raping teenage boys. You can rape the willing, you just have to find the line they’re not willing to cross, and push them past it, without asking first.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Good, then prove it, and come over here to lick my pussy wet. You like pussy, don’t you?”
“Huh, well I was hoping she’d give it up, but yeah.” He shrugged, “At least you’re not a man hating lesbian.”
I laughed, “My mom’s not a lesbian, she’s bisexual.” At least.
“Well, I didn’t mean your mom, but I already knew that.”
“She told you?” While we’re talking, I rubbed my fingers in to get them wet, then up to get my clit out of the hood.
He grinned, “She showed me pictures too.”
“Of course,” that’s the way she’d do it. Show him pictures of when she was young, and looked like me. Finally, he shut up and got down so I could hold his head, and rub his mouth in my twat. “Huh, you better use some fingers too, until you learn your way around. This must be your first time.”
“Well,” he licked his lips, “I’m not a lesbo like your girlfriend out there.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend, either.” Mostly just friends with benefits, but I know a lot of bi-curious girls in middle school. “Uhn!” He had big fingers, though. Much bigger, and stronger then my brother.
Peter. “Huh! You mean my brother?”
“You have a. Wait.” He pulled out, and stuck his thumb back, over his shoulder. “That’s a boy?”
I giggled, “Yeah, my big brother, Peter. You thought he was a girl named Peter?”
“I never asked herumean. Him his name.”
“He’s not that girly, is he?”
“Well, he pushed the cart around like a girl, and he walks like a supermodel.”
“Huh!” Not just a model, or a girl hoping to be a model when she grows up. (Instead of a housewife, and control freak, like my mom.)
“I’m sorry.” He got up, “I’m a little weirded out now, so I’m gonna go.”
“Oh no you don’t, mister. You think you can just leave me, like this?” I jumped up, and grabbed his wrist in my hands. “With my cunt juice fresh on your fingers, smell that? It’s all over you, you stink of it. Smell it.” I stuffed them up his nose. “Let me get these undies off.” I backed up, but I saw his dick spring up into a boner, as soon as he smelled my cunt on his fingers. “You sick fucking child molester. Come here, open wide, and say Ah.”
“Awm!” I stuffed them in his mouth, and slapped his ass. “Get over there, and bend over. Unbuckel your belt.”
“Awm now weawingh ab.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! I swear, I should have given mom a sheet of instructions, so the servants would know to wear a belt!” I yanked his pants by the pockets. “Pull them down, huh! You shaved your balls?”
“AUWH!” He tried to straighten up, but his thighs hit the paper bags so hard the top one slid over to the wall. Up in the corner, I slapped his ass, and I even felt his hairless nutsack pull tight in the ring of my fingers.
“That’s right,” I came around, without letting go. “I’ve got you by the balls, and if you don’t want to go to jail, to get passed around by big niggers to fuck you with their nigger dicks, you will do what I say, when I say it, now get hard. DO IT!”
“Ah gant!”
“Suck the juice out of my panties, you can do it, with my sex smeared all over your fucking face. What’s wrong faggot?”
He clenched tight when I touched his butthole with my thumb.
“If you don’t get it hard enough to fuck me in. One minute, I’m going to fuck you. Hard!”
“UPH!” He shook his head, so I let go of his nuts, and stopped trying to force my thumb up his asshole.
“Huh,” I shook my head. “Let’s start over, you like little girls, yeah? Innocent little virgins, so I bet you even picked them up to ride on your shoulders? I know, I’m a little big, and heavy to pick up, and put me on your shoulders, so you’re going to have to get down, here.”
On the cold had floor, nodding weakly, and breathing like he was exhausted. Just like Peter did when I broke him, raped him, and threatened to tell. Even if I did rape him, I’m the little girl, and he’s the sex pervert. Who do you think they’re going to believe?
So, I climbed on, and threw my skirt over his back backwards. Kicking his elbows out, so he fell down, and throwing all my wait on the back of his neck. “OW!” He managed through the panty gag, then I heard a click. A key scrape in the lock, and looked up to see the door knob turn.
“Go on.” Mom pushed peter in, holding his crotch in both hands to cover his throbbing boner. Then, she locked him in with me.
I spit in my hands to rub it in the ass crack of my new victim. “Huh, well you wanted to see other people?” I spread his but cheeks for him. He was really turning into a bit of a butt boy. My brother, and not just my butt, I could tell.
“Uh, you can’t fuck him.” He started unzipping his pants. “Not like I can.”
“Huh, I can hold him for you, though.”
“NWH!” He tried to shake his head, but he could barely roll his cheek on the cold dirty tile.
“Sh.” Finally, my brother grew the balls to rape someone else, for a change. “I loosened him up for you.”
I sure am glad I practiced wrestling with him all these years, so I could come up with this pin. Even Jeremy, with his strong arms from lifting cases of cans, and bottles, and jars and stuff. His arms aren’t stronger than my legs, not like this.
“You thought I was a girl, huh?”
“UPH!”
“I’ll show you, you sick fuck. I’ll teach you to look at little girls like my sister. You’ll never look at another little girl once I’m done with you. Yeah, you like that little dick up your ass, don’t you?”
“Uh,” he took added breath and let it out in a sigh. “Huh!” He nodded sideways, and my brother pulled back to the tip.
“TAKE IT!” I slapped his cheeks together just to make him clench up tight.
“Huh, nice. Tight. VRGN!” My brother bit his lip.
“Straight asshole.” He’s not even gay, at all. Neither one of them. That’s what made it so great, the best gift I’ve ever gotten for my birthday. That’s what made it rape. I thought I was just going to make him suck dick!
“UH! Huh!” He sank in to blow balls, and made that face. Only this time, it didn’t look like his usual O face. There was no fear, shame, or pain in it. He looked so happy, it was almost beautiful.
“Huh!” Somehow, I never noticed how pretty he was before.
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