I will never know whose baby I was carrying, because I don't know whose sperm got to me first, my brother Tony's or his friend Guy's. All I know is they both raped me.
I lived just a few minutes from the ocean, in a kind of poor town that looks like one big trailer park, and was in my senior year in high school when I agreed to meet Tony and Guy at "The Rocks." It's a mostly secluded beach where tons of rocks, concrete pilings, and other huge chunks of junk were long ago dumped to prevent erosion. Surf fishermen try their luck now and then, but their lines mostly get caught in the rocks and debris. Beaches are supposed to be pretty, but this is an ugly place. Deep thorny brush backs down into the rocks. It's not good for anything, except as a secret place for kids to have booze, drugs, and sex.
Guy used to ask me out all the time, and Tony once told me that he had a crush on me, but Guy wasn't my type. Guy was a big heavy guy and I'm slender. I felt no chemistry. But they knew I loved fishing off the rocks, and so the three of us all planned to meet there one evening. They both had jobs and I was the first to get there. It was a warm day, and so I had worn my cut off shorts and a bikini top; lots of skin to tease the guys with. When they arrived, they were acting loud and corny; it was so obvious they had been drinking. I had just turned 18 last week, and was itching to taste alcohol. As if on cue, they gave me some bourbon and handed me a joint. We started getting silly and Guy began to make a play for me. All in fun. Big brother Tony to the rescue!
It didn't take more than a few sips of bourbon and a few drags on the joint to make me to feel woozy. A few more drags and I was totally stoned. I lay back on the sand and gazed into space.
Guy and Tony came over and laid on either side of me. It felt cool to snuggle between the two guys.
Tony leaned over to me and whispered to Guy, "C'mon, Guy! You said you'd make the first move if I got her wasted."
Did my brother just say that? But I was too wasted to reply.
Guy rolled onto his side to face me and draped his arm across my stomach. "Hi Guy!" I slurred. "What are you doing?"
He answered, "What I've always wanted to do."
Guy started tracing his finger around my stomach, and played with my bellybutton for a while. I tried to slide away, but Tony was up against my other side, and I was too stoned to push him away.
Guy draped his top leg over my legs. That's when I felt his hard penis pressing against my hip. "Stop, Guy," I slurred. My voice sounded far away.
His hand moved onto one of my breasts outside my bikini top. My nipple got hard to his touch, and he took that as his cue to slide his hand under the cup to fondle my nipple in the flesh. "Oh!" I moaned. It felt good, but I didn't want him touching me like that.
He slid his hand up under my other cup and fondled my other nipple as hard as the first. "Oh! Stop!" I moaned.
"Tony!" I slurred. "Help!"
Tony laughed and said, "Hey man, that's my sister!"
Guy took his hands and leg off me for a moment. I was so relieved that he stopped. Then his hands were on the waist of my shorts, tugging on them.
"Guy! No!" I yelled, slapping at his hands, but he just shoved my hand away. I felt my shorts and panties sliding down my legs to my ankles. Then they were gone. Everything was so groggy.
Guy had climbed on top of me, pressing his knees down between my legs, forcing my legs apart. "Kiss me, Anneka," he said.
"No!" I moaned. Even in my state of delirium, I knew things were getting seriously out of control. "Get off me, Guy! Tony! Help!"
Big brother to the rescue? Or not? "Hey man," Tony slurred. "That's my baby sister you're about to fuck!" And then he looked at me and said, "Want me to save you, sis?"
"Yes!" I yelled.
My brother laughed and then I felt Guy's hand down below. "Oh! No!" I pleaded. "Don't touch me there!"
He put he hand into me and slid it up and down. He paused at my opening, and slid his finger in and out a few times. He was getting me wet. I couldn't help it. Then he found the spot. "Oh, God!" I gasped as he fingered me, making me even wetter.
"Ohhh! You're so wet for me, Annie! I know you want me!"
"She wants you, guy!" Tony said. "So there's no point in saving her!"
"No, I don't!" I groaned. I felt his cock head pressing into me just then. He thrust his hips down and he was inside me. He was gonna rape me!
He began thrusting his hips up and down. I felt his hard member slide back and forth inside me. A moment later, he began quaking on top of me.
He was grunting loudly, then "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he cried out as his penis throbbed inside my vagina.
Guy shot his load inside me and rolled off me.
I had just been raped! In front of my brother... by my brother's best friend!
I thought the torture was finally over, but then Tony climbed on top of me. "Tony! No!" I pleaded tearfully.
"You're my brother! You can't... !!!!!"
"Incest is best!" he laughed. I was sopping wet down below, and fluids trickled out onto my loins. Then Tony slid his hard cock into me.
"Oh, God! No!" I cried.
Then my brother started humping me, sliding his rigid member back and forth inside me. In a moment, Tony, too, filled me with his seed.
He rolled off me and I hurt so bad down there that I could hardly stand it. Both men were lying on either side of me, panting, and I reached down to try and rub the pain away. When I lifted my hand, it was covered with sperm and blood.
One minute, I was a virgin--the next minute, I was a slut.
Fucked by own brother! I couldn't stop crying.
They got up and stared down at me lying on the beach, like they had just won some kind of game.
I was still too stoned to move. One of them carried me back to Guy's apartment to shower. Even then, I could barely stand up.
Guy tried to drag me into the shower. Tony pushed him aside, saying, "She's my sister! I'll clean her."
Tony brought me into the shower stall, and got in with me. While the warm water rained down on us, he started caressing my breasts. His hands reached down and his fingers entered my vagina. Again, I started mewing like a helpless kitten. With Guy watching, Tony got very hard again.
I was a little more sober then, but still groggy. "Oh, God! No!" I cried.
Tony pushed me down with my back to the wet shower floor and straddled my head with his hips. He touched his swollen cock to my lips. I tried to clamp my mouth closed, but he just pinched my jaw open and shoved his cock down my throat.
He held my wet hair roughly as he shoved my head back and forth with every thrust of his cock in my mouth. I had never had a man anywhere inside me before that day, never even did heavy petting, and now my own brother was coming inside my mouth.
Sure enough, when I missed my next two periods and started to feel my belly swelling, I knew that I was pregnant. I couldn't tell my parents. Being brought up in a strict Catholic home, abortion wasn't an option, or so I thought. Guy offered to marry me, but I refused.
So they just unceremoniously hauled me off to an abortion clinic, and that was that. Guy took a job in another town and disappeared.
And from then on, I felt like a slut.
After that, Tony had apologized many times, but always blamed it on the drugs, booze and Guy, and the fact that I was acting too flirty and provocative that day. Maybe I was.
I wasn't ready for sex, but I had always liked to tease the guys with my skimpy outfits. Maybe it was my own fault.
Maybe I should have run away from home, because I lost all of my self-esteem that day, and it was a small town. Word got around pretty quickly that I had had an abortion, and whispers were that Tony and Guy were the reason. Some guys in high school started calling me a slut, and none of the decent guys would go out with me. The only guys who would date me were the creeps who only wanted to get in my pants. And so if I wanted to go out on dates, I had to put out.
I was known as the town slut.
Tony and Guy might just as well have carved it on my chest!
Deja Vu All Over Again
I did graduate high school later that year. Right after graduation, I married Billy. He moved to our town after the incident, and gradually became another buddy of Tony's. Tony makes friends very easily. Now, 10 years later, I have a beautiful daughter from Billy!
Billy didn't know about what happened to me, and I prayed that Tony or one of his friends would never tell him. But I knew in my heart that sooner or late it would come out.
Billy was a fantastic husband at first. But like most guys, he was immature. He loved his daughter, but felt that having a child cramped his style. He couldn't buy the Mustang he always wanted. Kids cost money.
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