The Kiss
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Chapter 11
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 11 - A teenage girl who feels like she needs to practice risky behavior puts herself in a terrifying situation that makes her question everything, including whether or not she deserved what happened to her while exposing herself in public. What she finds changes her life forever. WARNING: Brutal Rape Scene. The story is not about rape, but something else. From the best-selling author of Potential and Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humiliation Rough Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Violence
“Yes, definitely me,” Anna said. “Tell me, you need to tell somebody what happened to you.”
I started talking.
Fifteen minutes later, when I finished describing the brutal treatment that all three of my holes had suffered, and I told Anna the most humiliating part. “I got off, really, and more than once. What kind of person does that make me? I have to get raped to have an orgasm.”
“Sally, stop, stop, you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t care if you were spread eagle on the ground, they had no right to do that. They raped you, they fuckin’ raped you!”
“But they didn’t really force me, and I came. Why would I do that if I hadn’t in some way wanted it?”
“Did you asked them to fuck you?”
“No.”
“Did they threaten you, make you afraid?”
I nodded. “Afraid.”
Anna got under the sheet and laid on top of me, staring into my eyes. “I’m sorry, so sorry you had to go through that. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“It’s not yours either. You didn’t deserve that. Nobody deserves that.”
My sister’s eyes had never seemed more loving. I wrap my arms around her. “Thank you, thank you for making me talk, for being here for me.” She smiled and pushed soggy strands of hair off my face. “Anna, what’s your thing? What do you struggle with?”
“Between you and me?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Anna said, “I have these feelings that are so wrong.”
When my sister’s lips touched mine, the love I always felt for her became so powerful it crushed my chest. I wrap my legs around her back. Our eyes closed, and the kiss intensified. I rotated my pelvis until the soft cushion of her groin soothed my sore pussy.
Over the following weeks, it became clear to me what had always been missing and why there had been a void I couldn’t fill. So, that is why I’d never go back in time to prevent something horrible from happening to me. If it hadn’t happened, Anna may never have kissed me, and I might have never found what was missing from my life.
Our parents split up two years after the kiss which changed my life. That was when Anna and I stopped hiding our relationship. We’ve been together ever since raising the baby girl conceived in the car wash. Sally Anna is the other reason I’d never change that day. Other than Anna, I have never loved anybody more than our daughter.
The only regret I have is that I didn’t report the crime. Anna tried to convince me, but I couldn’t completely shake feeling guilty and somehow responsible. I never wanted it to come out. My father and daughter didn’t need to know what kind of person I had been. Now, I have to live knowing another girl could have suffered the same fate because I was ashamed of myself.
I guess if we can’t change our past, we should at least learn from our mistakes.