“We are going to Bonkers again tonight, it’s Cardinal’s turn to reward you for saving my ass.
Just as I came through the door, I heard a girl’s blood-curdling scream. I dropped my backpack and then ran toward the back of the apartment to my sister’s room. The door was partially open and when I rushed in, I saw my sister Annya pinned face down to her bed by some guy I’d never seen before. Annya’s pants were down, around her ankles, and her panties were torn aside. The man was holding his cock with one hand while squeezing her neck with the other. Annya was crying, pleading, choking, “Please, get off, I don’t want to!”
I didn’t pause to take in the scene, to think about what was happening to my big sister, I leaped across the room and tackled the bastard raping Annya. We fell to the floor but the stranger couldn’t stand, his pants were around his knees so he was still struggling to get off the floor when I kicked him in the head, knocking him unconscious. Annya was crying and struggling to pull her pants up, to cover her nakedness but I saw that she was okay, she was sobbing, but she wasn’t hurt. I turned to make sure the lump on the floor stayed on the floor while I told her, “Call 911.”
Twenty minutes later our mother arrived, I called her at work even before the cops arrived. Mom gathered her daughter in her arms and then began to coo reassurances while the cops were trying to take her statement. I called mom aside, “Let her be, she’s okay and has to tell the cops what happened.”
“He raped her, that’s what happened.”
“No Mom, he tried, but I got here before he could. Just listen to her, let’s find out what happened, who he is and stuff.”
I walked to the front room where Annya was telling her story, her would-be rapist had been taken to jail but a woman cop remained to take her statement, “His name is Jett, I met him a couple of weeks ago at a Starbucks. I was sitting alone and he asked if he could sit at my table. The place was crowded, so I let him. After that I met him four more times at Starbucks then he asked me to a party. He seemed nice, and he’s kinda cute so I went to a rave with him. Only I didn’t know it was a rave, I don’t like raves, they give me headaches; the music and people are so fucking annoying. Anyway, we stayed for about an hour then told him I had to get out, I needed to come home. He took me to my car and then suggested it was too early to end the date and asked if he could come here. I didn’t feel any odd or weird vibes from him so he followed me home. When we got in the apartment, he walked around looking in all the rooms and when I asked what he was doing he said he had to pee and was looking for the bathroom so I pointed it out to him. When he came back his cock was hanging out of his pants and he grabbed my arm and tried to get me to touch him. I pulled away and told him to leave, I wasn’t going to do anything with him. That’s when he hit me. He knocked me back against a wall then wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me to my bedroom. I was kicking and fighting but you saw how big he was, it was like beating on a cement wall. He pushed me down on the bed then yanked my pants down and tore my panties. The next thing I knew Jett was lying on the floor and Tristan kicked him in the head.”
“Are you sure you didn’t invite him, consent to have sex with him?”
My sister looked at the cop, her eyes iced over and her voice turned to gravel, “What? I got bruises where he hit me, and look at my neck bitch, those purple spots are fingerprints, you think I invited him to choke me half to death? I was fucking scared and yelling he should stop, but he wasn’t going to stop!”
The lady cop said to Annya with a sincere apology in her voice, “Sorry, but that’s a question the defense lawyers will be asking, you have to get used to it if you want to have him charged and prosecuted.”
“For rape?”
“No, according to you he didn’t penetrate, so it’s not rape, but it is assault and battery with intent. Do you want to file a complaint?”
“Yes,” snarled my sister, “charge that motherfucker with everything you can hang on him.” The pretty young cop turned to me and said, “I have questions for you too young man, have a seat.”
Two hours after Jett tried to rape my sister, we were alone, me, our mother, and Annya. Mom was still hyper-stressed that someone had tried to violate one of her children, Annya was sitting in a deep, hot-water bath, and I was putting my heroics on social media, telling my contacts how I saved my twenty-year-old sister from being raped by a serial rapist who was trying to murder her. I laid it on thick, I was a fucking superhero and was soaking up the accolades. Me! Seventeen-year-old Tristan, who never got into a fight before, beat up and knocked out a violent criminal, 50 pounds heavier, 4 inches taller, and covered with hellacious tattoos. Yeah, I was living a life of fame and glory and was reveling in it.
I was browsing Twitter when I heard Annya calling me, she was still in the bathroom. I knocked on the door and she invited me in. When I stepped in, I was surprised to see my sister still in the tub, she was partially covered with bubbles but her breasts were bare, standing firm and proud above the water, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll come back.”
“No, stay here.”
“But –”
“But nothing Tristan, you saved my life, he was going to kill me but you stopped him. I will never forget that; I will never be ungrateful. Stay here, talk to me.”
“But you don’t have any clothes on.”
She smiled, “I didn’t have any pants on when you came in, you saw me below the waist, it’s only fair you should see what’s above the waist too.” With that declaration, Annya stood from the water. Some bubbles clung to her but quickly slid down her skin to reveal her nudity. As I was staring at her she asked, “Where’s mom?”
“I think she went to sleep.”
“Go see what she’s doing then come back and tell me.” I ripped my eyes from my sister’s pussy which was winking at me through a thin stylish cut of pubic hair and left the room.
Mom was lying on Annya’s bed, “Are you asleep?”
“Mmm, oh, yeah, don’t bother me, I have to get some sleep, tonight has stressed me out.”
“You should go to your room Mom.”
“No, no, Annya needs me, when she is out of the bath, we’ll sleep together.” My mother rolled away from me and closed her eyes as I closed the door. When I returned to my sister, I told her that mom was in her bed, Annya smiled an invitation, “Take your close off Tristan, get in the tub with me.”
“What?”
“Come on, you saved my ass today, you deserve a reward, take your clothes off and get in.” As I stared at my sister she stood from the water and I saw all of her for the second time. She reached for my arm then pulled me closer and began to unbuckle my belt, “Don’t be bashful, we used to take baths together, remember? But this time I won’t try to drown you.” My cock was transforming rapidly to an erection, so hard and tight it started to ache even before she relieved the pressure by pulling my zipper down. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the jeans and then pushed them down my legs. With my pants riding my ankles Annya looked at the bulge in my jockeys, “Hmm, looks like you’re interested, get naked and get in,” she sat back in the water and waited while I pulled off my shirt and underwear.
When my clothes were piled on top of the weight scale, Annya twisted around until she was at the faucet end of the tub, “Come on, relax back on the tub,” she directed.
I tried to conceal my erection with a hand as I stepped into the bubble bath and sat with my back resting on the incline at the end of the tub. Annya pushed my knees apart and then settled on her ass between my legs with her thighs arched over mine, she tucked her feet behind my back; her crotch was fucking near enough to kiss my balls. She was smiling at me as she got comfortable, “Relax little brother, this won’t be as scary or bad as fighting someone a whole lot bigger than you.” My sister put her hand on my hard cock and pressed it against her cunt while laughing into my eyes, “Scooch down a little, -- uh, oh, that’s better,” Annya smiled at me then started rolling her hips, rubbing her split on me, getting my erection ready to explode, then she angled my erection and urged me, “Push it in Tristan, all the way.”
I slammed up and in Annya’s cunt with a hard-on roiling with lust for my first-ever piece of ass. I had no idea what I should do, but that wasn’t a problem just then, Annya was in control. My big sister adjusted her position so she was sitting on my erection, her legs were bent at the knees, leaning out against the sides of the tub. I looked at the connection she and I shared and started cuming. I grunted with the exquisite pain of ejaculating and flooded Annya’s pussy while she smiled with accomplishment.
I laid back on the tub and stared at Annya while puffing for fresh air. She lifted off my rock-hard erection and then wrapped her fingers around it, “That was pretty fucking fast, was that your first time?” she asked. She bent over to lick the end of it while her eyes danced with mine. She sat straight, “Get out, let’s fire up a pizza.”
When Annya set the oven for 10 minutes, I asked her, “Are you going to have a kid now?”
She snapped her head up, stared at me for about five seconds then began to bray her amusement. She laughed until she cried, “Oh, shit, I gotta pee!” and then ran to the nearest toilet. She was dribbling into the bowl when she yelled out, “Oh my God, Tristan, that was fucking funny. No, I got birth control years ago, you don’t have to worry. But thanks for thinking of me like that, girls appreciate guys who actually care about them. The more you care, the more ass you’re gonna get.”
Annya left the bathroom and then peeked into her bedroom, when she came back, she told me, “Mom is asleep.”
I cautioned her, “Don’t be so loud, you’ll wake her.”
Annya was still amused, “Nah, she took a ton of pills, she’s done for the night, she was exhausted. Let’s eat then we can go to your room, you’re going to fuck me again and Mom will never know.” My semi-rigid cock began to tense again. I had never gotten laid in the flesh before, all my salacious activities were solo, but as I stared at my sister who was wearing just panties, my inexperience didn’t bother me, I was ready to bend her over the table. Annya stepped in front of me and draped her hands over my shoulders then looked me up and down, evaluating my body, I was staring at her firm-standing tits. She kissed me on the chin and said, “You’re gonna get royally fucked little brother,” then went to take the pizza from the oven.
We sat at the table, I was wearing boxers, Annya wore her panties; we wore nothing else. In between bites of pizza, she was interrogating me about what I was thinking and feeling when I saw Jett trying to rape her. Since it was my heroics that she rewarded me for in the bathtub, I described how I felt, and how I beat down Jett to protect her.
“Did you stop him because I am your sister, or because you were jealous that he was doing something you wanted to do?”
“I never wanted to rape you.”
“Maybe not forcefully, but I’ll bet you’ve gotten hard-ons because of me before,” without pausing for an answer she wiped her fingers on a dishtowel, “Let’s go to bed.”
She pushed her panties down her legs and then walked ahead of me to my room. My eyes were locked on her ass, my cock projected through the pee hole of my underwear, it was aimed at the ceiling and stretched so hard I was aching. In the room Annya turned to face me then reached for my erection, she pulled me close then dropped to her knees and licked me from balls to tip. I fucking near shot another load when Annya formed an ‘O’ with her lips then slid her mouth over the end of my cock. She looked up into my face and mumbled around the meat in her mouth, “Don’t do it,” she warned. For the next couple of minutes, my older sister introduced me to the pleasure of a blowjob.
When I couldn’t take any more stimulation, I pulled away and puffed, “I can’t, no more.”
Annya stood, pushed my underwear to the floor then gripped my thudding erection, “Now it’s time to fuck.” She turned and went to lie on the bed. She was on her back, legs wide, smiling, when I climbed over her and rammed my engorged prick into her. Annya shifted to get comfy then encouraged me, “Don’t think you have to make me finish, just screw me until you pump your nuts dry.” I pushed up on my arms over her and watched her tits sliding up and down while I fucked her.
I didn’t last five minutes. I was so fucking enamored with the newness of getting my cock braised in the heat of a girl’s body that I started erupting long before I wanted to. When I started convulsing in her, she put her arms around my neck and cooed, “You feel good, I like your cock; cum as much as you can, I can take it.” I finished draining my balls then fell off her to my back and concentrated on breathing cool air. She rolled to her side, laid her head on my chest, and cautioned, “I need to be in bed with Mom when she wakes up, make sure I’m up before her,” then she eased into sleep.
Annya was on her side, her ass pressed against my thigh when I woke up. I looked at the clock and saw it was time to wake her. I looked at the back of her head, she had gone to bed with wet hair that dried as a haystack. As I studied her back, my cock swiftly regained interest in what was between her legs. I rolled to my side, facing her then pulled her close and pressed the head of my cock between her thighs, searching for her. My cock was leaking pre-cum so I felt no resistance when I pushed into her until my groin smacked her ass. Annya came awake to the feeling of her younger brother banging her hard. Annya lifted and bent her top leg at the knee to give me more room then reached between her legs and captured my balls. She massaged my nutsack until I blew another hot load into her. When I pulled away, she rolled over, put her hands on my face then pulled me into a soft kiss on the lips. She pushed up, looked at the cum stains on the bed, then saying nothing, left my room.
It was Saturday, Mom was still a nervous concerned mother and skipped a normal life that day. While mom fretted, Annya left for work, and I spent the day accepting more tributes and honors for being a crime-stopping hero. That afternoon when my sister came home, she called me to her room, “Hey, I have some friends who want to meet you, want go to Bonkers with me?”
“You have to be 18 to get into Bonkers.”
“Not tonight, I told Burno the bouncer that I’d give him a job if he let you in.”
“A job?”
Annya’s eyes twinkled with humor, “Never mind, you can get in.”
“Okay, but you have to talk to Mom first, she’s been a fucking mess all day, she thinks you are damaged somehow and are gonna die or something.”
“Come with me.”
Together my sister and I convinced our mother that Annya was not physically or mentally impaired and I would be with her to protect her. By the time we left for Bonkers, Mom was relaxing in front of the TV with a goblet of wine. I’d never been to Bonkers, it was off-limits to anyone under 18. The club was jammed with people, most had beers but I smelled pot and some of them looked like they were high on some other illicit goods. A DJ was set up on a stage next to the bar, playing some very loud rap and pop. As interesting as the entire scene was, it was the girls that grabbed my attention. The big room was filled with young women who wore just enough clothing to keep from being arrested for obscenity. My interest in the girls transferred quickly from my eyes to my nuts. Annya turned to me and yelled into my ear, “Welcome to the hot spot, come on, Madeline is saving space for us.” I followed my sister to one side of the room where three other girls and a guy were jammed into a booth barely big enough for four. Annya introduced me, “This is my ass-saving little brother Tristan.” She continued, introducing each of her friends, “On the left is Madeline, next to her is Casey, then Cardinal, and he is Reb, short for Rebel but he never told us his real name.”
“Rebel is my real name,” he stood to shake my hand, “have a seat next to her,” he nodded to Casey, “her legs will feel real good rubbing on yours.” As I squeezed in next to Casey, I studied her, she was slender and pretty with the right half of her red hair buzzcut short, but the left side fell to her shoulder and was threaded with pink and blue tints. She was wearing tight black shorts and a blazing red and orange print t-shirt. She had piercings in her nose and ears. She watched me sit next to her with a large welcoming smile, there was no doubt in my mind that Bonkers would become my favorite hangout.
No sooner than we were sitting Rebel produced a big blunt then I settled in to enjoy my first night of mixed company revelry. Casey and I talked for a few minutes then she dragged me to the pit for a few tracks. When we returned to cool down my sister pulled me up by a hand and said, “I have to go somewhere, Casey can drive you home.” Annya, Cardinal, and Madeline left me sitting with Reb and Casey. Casey pulled a mini pipe out then the three of us continued to enhance our attitudes. When the pot was ash, Rebel said goodnight and left too. I was alone with the alluring half-shaved redhead who said she needed to go and offered to take me home. I thought it was too early to leave but I didn’t want to sit alone so Casey and I left Bonkers.
Casey knew where I lived but when she left the parking lot, she turned in the opposite direction, “Hey, wrong way.”
“No, we’re going to Pregger Park-n-Ride, unless you’re in a hurry to go home.”
OH, fuck no I wasn’t ready to go home, I’d heard stories about the Park-n-Ride from friends, it is where couples go to become lovers; where cars become love nests. It is formally known as Pegger Peak, but so many girls get knocked up there, it’s called Pregger Park-n-Ride. I’m not slow, if Casey wanted to go there, I was pretty sure I was about to get my second-ever pussy. My cock began to inflate. I warned her, “I don’t have any condoms.”
Casey smiled prettily at me then reached across and squeezed my arm, “Annya told me that about you, that you are concerned for the girl. Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. You can load me up until you hafta call an EMT for your balls.” My balls were already crying for mercy.
When she stopped the car at an overlook there were other cars parked on the gravel lot so I asked Casey, “What about them, it doesn’t look too private here.”
My new girlfriend replied, “Don’t worry about what they might see, they are too busy to notice what the neighbors are doing.” The glow from the city below provided enough illumination I could see Casey as she turned to me, “Let’s get in the back.” I scrambled through the gap between the bucket seats and moved to one side so she could join me. Once we were settled, she opened her window then pulled a joint from her console, lit it then offered me a hit. After the first puff Casey took a deep pull off the blunt the leaned to me and put her lips over mine. With her mouth glued to mine she exhaled the pot smoke into my lungs which caused a rush high and my erection swelled even harder. My pants were so fucking tight that when she moved away smiling, I had to open my pants. The girl watched as I freed the beast then she captured it in a hand and began stroking me as she kissed me again. I fell in love with the petite redhead fondling me.
“Take your pants off,” she encouraged needlessly while she arched back to pull her summer shorts and panties down her legs. Once we were bared below the waist Casey pushed me to sit back then straddled my legs. She was on her knees, her arms resting on my shoulders as she rocked her body, rubbing her cunt on my granite hard cock. As I stared at a butterfly tattoo near her smooth shaved pussy she smiled into my eyes as she positioned then lowered herself on my erection. Once Casey had me where she wanted me, she put her lips on mine then we started making out as we fucked. She pulled away from me to say, “You can cum, it’s okay.”
Even though she was four years older than me, I was intoxicated, in love. It took just six minutes to show the girl how much I loved her. In my seventeen and a half years I had never experienced anything like the thrill of ejaculating into Casey that first time. She moved off me to sit next to me and opened a window for fresh air. Casey and I talked, she asked me about my experiences with girls, I had to tell her she was the first. “Really, fucking Annya didn’t count?”
I was shocked, “She told you that?”
“Don’t worry lover, I won’t tell anyone she hasn’t.” Casey stripped her blouse off then laid back on the seat then she let me screw her two more times. By the time I got home, I felt like a true man, full grown, but really fucking tired.
Our mother worked on Sundays so Annya didn’t have to be sneaky when she came into my room then climbed onto the bed, “Do you like Casey?”
“She’s pretty awesome.”
“And I bet she’s a good lay too.” I was naked under the blankets so Annya sat up, pulled off her nightgown then eased into bed with me. When I went to bed that night, I was sure I wouldn’t have another hard-on for days, Casey took good care of me, but when my sister snuggled her nude body against mine, it took me less than two eyeblinks to swell impossibly hard. Annya gripped my erection, stroked it for a few moments then pulled me into place over her.
As I fucked my sister that morning she took the lead. She cautioned me to slow down, directed me how to touch her, how to pleasure her. Annya was teaching me how to be a tender lover while using me for her own pleasure. When she told me to kiss and lick her pussy I almost got out of bed, but relented and did her wish. The first touch of my mouth on her sex banished all hesitations I had for what she wanted. We romped and rolled all over my bed for damn near an hour before Annya erupted with a strong climax, I was at first startled, she was groaning so much I though I had hurt her in some way, but when she kissed me and encouraged me to cum, I realized she liked sex as much as I did.
That morning, after screwing Annya twice I was ready to leave the house when she told me, “We are going to Bonkers again tonight, it’s Cardinal’s turn to reward you for saving my ass. Madeline is on her period, but she’ll be ready next week.”