Chapter 2

(Sister gets fucked, Nun gets raped, priest gets fucked with mentally. Jaz goes to hell, where he will probably be fucked. Warning: Strong religious themes. This story will stand alone, but it is definitely a sequel.)

"No, No, Please God NO!" My sister whimpered as I played with her breasts.

She did not fight or struggle really. I think a small part of her tactile memory recalled how much pleasure these hands had given her. You see my little sister Susan had recently been held hostage and thoroughly raped 6 or 7 times over a long weekend. I had worn 4 inch lifts and a ski mask before blindfolding her. The quick look she got was of a man much taller than her dear brother who lived 2 hours away. She never suspected me.

Over that weekend I acquired a taste for my baby sister. I think I fell in love with her. I was so gentle as I kissed her, and caressed her young, firm breasts. I was quite tender as I licked and sucked her sweet, fresh cunt. When I sunk my thick meat into her I considered her needs first, making sure she came over, and over, and over again.

I kept her naked and blindfolded the entire time, and had tape over her ears to muffle my voce a little as I spoke in a low, guttural drawl. I'd look over at her helpless, little body and get excited. Just a look or an accidental touch and I was rock hard and ready for sex. I fucked my little sister in every room of our parent's house. I bathed her, I fed her, I took her to the bathroom. Once I made her suck my cock while she was taking a dump on the toilet.

Understandably, Susan and I became very intimate that weekend. I played with her pussy for hours at a time. Licking and sucking, nibbling and kissing her sweet, juicy, vagina. I must have made her come 15 or 20 times and I loved it. She chewed and gulped, and swallowed my cock at least 6 times. She learned what I liked, how to control me and made sure I was very satisfied.

My point is, well I know it started out as rape but I honestly thought it slowly became love. I guess I was naive enough to believe that if you give a woman enough orgasms she would be happy. I mean how bad could it be if she is panting and sweating and cumming all over your face? She has to love it, love you right? WRONG!

After 3 days of repeated, intense love making Susan was still not enthusiastic, not a willing participant. She did not initiate our lovemaking, she just endured it. She still cringed when I touched her, was still stiff in my arms. Her kisses lacked passion. It was... puzzling, and more than a little disappointing. It hurt me that she could be so cold. I fucked my sister one last time (giving her 3, count em 3 orgasms) and made the trip back to my Apt.

A few hours later she called me in tears, devastated. It seems my little Susie had been held hostage and raped! Our parents were out of town, so I drove to their house (Again) and comforted her. I rocked her in my arms and listened, cried with her, consoled her. It surprised me to see how badly my rape had hurt her. I realized that my selfish act of love had caused my little sister pain, and I was truly sorry. We became more than brother and sister. She clung to me for support, for strength. I was there for her. By the time our parents returned 3 days later, we had made a decision. Susan would not tell anyone about her rape, but because she was terrified to live alone... she would move in with her big brother.

Living with Susan was very difficult for me. Each day I fell more in love with her. Every time she hugged me, or kissed my cheek I wanted her. I wanted her naked and spread, and stuffed full of my cock. In my mind, in my heart she was my woman, my lover. I could still taste her in my mouth. I could still feel the heat of her pussy as I rested my face on comfy cunt. Her shivers and trembles, her dripping and shakes as I ate her, were maddening to recall. I needed help. I needed guidance. My guilt and lust were conflicting inside me, driving me insane. I had to talk to someone. That's where everything really went wrong. I chose a priest.

Father Ronald pretended to be kind and caring. He listened to my confession, murmured pleasant little platitudes.

"Yes my son, continue my son, god loves you my son."

When I had finished my story did he comfort me? Did he try to understand, or make any effort to forgive me?

NO!!

That mother fucking asshole told me I was evil, going to hell and threw me out of God's house. Damnit he was a priest! He can't do that, no matter what I had done. I was determined to crush him, to hurt his soul for doing that. Father Ronald's actions caused me to see myself as evil. God turned his back on me... so I turned mine on Him. There was nothing stopping me from having what I wanted, I was free.

That's where you came in.

As I looked in Susan's tear stained eyes she never seemed so beautiful to me. She was in deep denial. She did not say a word as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I lead her to my bedroom and popped a tape in the VCR. I sat down on my bed and pulled her into my lap. I fondled her breasts through her bra for a few seconds before she started to come out of it.

"Jaz, stop that! What are you doing. Oh my god how can you be doing this, what is wrong with you? You're my brother. I love you, but not like this! Let go of me, please. We can forget this ever happened," she said in a desperate pleading tone.

"That's just it, Susan I can't forget. I love you, and I need you. I want you to see something. Look at the TV baby," I said as I hit play on the remote.

Two people were fucking on the screen. At first Susan thought it was a porno. Slowly she realized it was her bedroom, in our parents house. A few seconds later the camera left the woman's pussy and zoomed in on her face. It was Susan. Suddenly she knew! This was one of the tapes of her Rape. Her rapist had taken hours of degrading, humiliating footage of her. Posing her, fucking her, sucking her, playing in her cunt, licking her ass. It was the main reason she had decided not to go to the police. He had threatened to expose the pictures and video of her if she did.

"Jaz, how did you get this. Did my rapist mail this to you? Is he blackmailing me now? Oh god, what if he sends a tape to dad and mom. What if he sends one to my job, or to my friends? What are we going to do, I'll be ruined!" Susan cried as she leaned back against me. Somehow she forgot that I was still rubbing her nipples, that my dick was hard as I hugged her.

"Shh baby, it'll be alright. I promise. He's not going to let anyone else see you. C'mon sweetheart look at the screen and stop crying." I instructed her as one of my favorite scenes was coming up. Susan was naked, sitting on the toilet. She was trying to use the bathroom but was embarrassed to have a stranger watching her. She did not realize that I was filming her too.

A few plops finally came out. I walked over to her while she was still sitting on the toilet and ordered her to suck me off. She was shocked and humiliated. I made her put her head between her legs, as I slowly face fucked her. The stench of her shit wafted up to greet her. She tensed up when I entered her throat and I could hear a few more plops slide in the bowl. She groaned in embarrassed dismay, but could not speak as I powerfucked her mouth. When I finally came, I insisted that she allow me to wipe the shit from her ass.

She was crying now. I zoomed in close on her face to capture her expression. I made my little sister stand up as I slowly wiped her ass. I took my time. I soon discovered it's not easy to wipe another person's ass effectively.

"Ewww, Susan your ass is kind of nasty. I think you'd better let me wash it for you."

She was sobbing hysterically now. I soaped up a washcloth and spread her cheeks wide open. As I drizzled her butt with soapy water with one hand, I continued filming with the other. I spent a god five minutes playing in Susan's ass. Soaping it, rubbing it, squeezing it, massaging it -- cleaning it. When I was satisfied I tuned the camera on myself and said, " You are mine Susan, I own you, I love you, and I will always take care of you."

Susan watched her cleansing humiliation with the occasional gasp, and embarrassed groan. But when she finally saw ME, when she realized that I was her Rapist, it broke her. she cried and sobbed and finally passed out.

I took that as an opportunity to finish undressing her, and then I removed my clothes and got into bed next to her. I decided to fulfill an old fantasy of fucking her awake. I got between her legs and licked her pussy a little to moisten her up. I was understandably very horny so I did not spend as much time as I usually would have. Besides, she was asleep anyway. I sucked her clit hard until I could taste her juices begin to flow. The flavor of my sister's cunt is wonderful. Salty, almost smokey, with just a hint of honey and lilac. She is so slick, so wet, so slippery. I love playing in her pussy. There would be time to drink her properly later, but right now, I needed to fuck her.

I wasn't feeling very gentle, so I just lined my dick up against her pussylips and rammed it on home. Two thrusts later I was balls deep in Susan's cunt where I belonged. I guess I kind of lost it. My little sister was naked and helpless, crammed full of my cock, in my bed. I started pounding her, ripping into her cunt. I kissed, and sucked her face. I nibbled and licked her sweet, round tits.

I began shaking her as I fucked her, calling her name, desperately trying to wake her.

"Susan, you feel so good, so tight baby! I love you. take my dick, uh, take this cock, um yeah. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you forever. WAKE UP, WAKE the Fuck up right NOW!"

And slowly she did just that.

"Mmmm, huh? Whas going on? Oh god what are you doing, you asshole get off of me. NO, stop, don't rape me. You are raping ME! " she shrieked as she struggled and wiggled and impaled herself properly on my dick.

I came deep inside my sister as I looked her in the eye and kissed her tearstained mouth. I kept massaging her clit bump until with a piteous, defeated groan she came too.

All the evil seemed to drain out of me then. I can't explain it better than that. I felt remorse and shame for what I had done. I had to explain myself to her. She had the right to understand why I had done it. I rolled over and made her lay on top of me. My semi erect cock was bumping around between her legs and I held her snug in my arms. It took a while but she slowly stopped struggling and accepted my right to hold her.

"Susan baby, I'm so sorry that it has to be this way between us, I don't want to fight anymore. I love you. I'm sorry but I need you. I know it sounds strange, but I am addicted to your body. I'll do anything I have to, to keep you. I want you to be happy, but more than that I want YOU to be mine. I don't want to force you, or blackmail you. Please don't make me do that. If you will give me an honest chance, if you will try to love me, then I will let you decide. Be my sexy little sister lover, for 3 months. Sleep with me, make love to me, OBEY me for 3 months and if you decide you still don't want me -- I'll accept it. I'll give you all the pictures, all the video, and go back to being your brother," I said in a calm patient voice while running my hands up and down her warm, wet, tight little body.

She thought about it for a few seconds and then said in a quiet voice, "I can't let those pictures get out, I need them back. You promise you won't show them to anyone else? Promise that you won't hurt me? Ok, I'll do it. I'll do anything you want."

I kissed her then and for the first time since we were kids she really kissed me back. It felt amazing having her suck on my bottom lip, and flick her tiny pink tongue inside of me. I had an ass cheek in each hand and was mashing them together and apart. I was soon hard again, I needed my woman to get me off.

"Susan, put me inside of you. Ride your big brother's cock. I want you to cum all over me."

She hesitated for a moment but then she quickly raised herself off the bed and stuffed my meat in her cunt where we both knew it belonged. She let out a dainty little "Oh!" as I got all 8 inches inside of her. For about a minute we just laid there looking at each other. I felt so good I did not want to move. I kept looking at her suckable little nips and needed a taste so I asked her to feed one to me. Reluctantly she did. In time I smelt her juicing up, and she began to softly bounce on my cock. She was still not comfortable, but at least she was trying. I was determined not to force the issue. I just kept cupping her ass and sucking her titty. If she wanted to fuck me she would have to do the work. I had just cum hard a few minutes before, I could wait.

So could she.

Until I started playing with her clit. It wasn't hardcore serious, I was just tickling it a little, just grazing it really. I kept telling her that I loved her.

"Mmm baby you feel so good. Do you like my cock. You are so hot Susan, so wet for your brother. Look at your clit sis, it's all swollen. Do you want me to suck it? I will if you ask. I'll pull this fat cock out of your pussy and lick your clit if you want. I don't mind, I love you. Tell me what you like, teach me how to please you. I want to make you happy. Anything you want baby, I'll do it. I have never loved a woman the way I love you Susan."

"Why are you doing this? Ohmygod, please don't make me cum. You're my brother, it isn't right, please."

I tried to explain as rationally as I could. "You're mine. I own you. I'll do anything I want. Deal with it."

Susan was breathing hard now and her little bounces became more pronounced. She slowly began to ride my cock. We were making out hard now as I rutted into her wet snatch. She was making these dainty little baby animal grunts, like she was embarrassed, but could not help herself. My sister's juices were coating my crotch and she was panting like a slut in heat. She had taken over her clit and was rubbing herself frantically. Her pussy was contracting around my cock and she was humping, slamming herself down every time I thrust up.

"Does that feel good? Do you like THAT? I, uh, own, this, uh pussy!. All day, every day, any day, it's mine. I'm gonna fuck you forever," I bellowed as I let my Jaz-jism loose deep inside her soggy little pussy. I cupped her ass and buried myself snug in Susan's pussy and as I came, I held her in place for several minutes kissing and caressing my woman. Susan's warm wetness cleansed me for a time and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I awoke the next morning Susan was gone. I don't mind telling you that was unpleasant. I tried to stay calm but I could not help but wonder where she was, why she had not even left a fucking note. Had she betrayed me and gone to the police? Susan made me sweat for about 4 hours before she came home. I could tell she had been crying. Her nose was red from blowing it. She looked a little... dirty, and disheveled. It turned me on. She sat down on the couch a few feet away from me.

"Jaz, I don't know what to say to you, I don't even know you. What you have done to me is wrong, it is evil and sick, and cruel. I trusted you, I loved you. I can't believe how stupid I was. What am I going to do? My brother is my Rapist."

I could sense she was very upset, she needed to talk. I understand that. However I had needs too. I needed to fuck Susan again.

Let me explain. When I wake up I am usually horny. If Susan had been there I would have fucked her hours ago, and would not be so tense now. Fucking my sister would relieve that tension and help me to concentrate on her problems.

"Susan honey take your clothes off, sit in my lap, and we'll talk it over," I said in a sweet, sympathetic tone.

She looked back at me in fear and disbelief. My sister started to leave but I grabbed her hand and told her to stay still. Slowly I pulled her sweatpants down, took her sneakers off and helped her step out of them. Then I took her panties off. I pulled her onto my lap and hugged her tight. I looked into my young lover's face, and was sickened by what I saw. She was terrified of me. She actually thought that I would hurt her. It hit me like splash of ice water. I had to prove to my sister that I loved her. I knew just how to do it.

"We have time baby, I love you and we will work this out. I want to fuck you so bad right now. No that's not right, I need to make love to you but... I won't. I can see that you are upset. I'll make you a promise Susan. Tell you what: if you will continue to sleep with me; if you let me hold you and touch you. If you let me play with you and kiss and suck and worship your body, then -- I won't make you have sex with me anymore, until you are ready. I love you that much. I can wait for you. It will be hard but I'll do it. I can see you need time."

I could tell that I had made the right choice. She seemed so grateful, completely surprised.

"Do you mean it, I really don't have to have sex with you? You are not going to rape me anymore?"

"Yes, baby I promise."

It was a difficult promise to keep. It did something to me. Looking back on it I had too many emotions churning inside of me. Evil, lust, love, guilt. Once I made love to my woman, once I looked her in the eye and honestly fucked her, it was insane to think I could just turn that side of me off. I suppose it was only natural that since I was horny, and denied my loving, tender outlet -- that hate would rush in to fill the void.

You see, I had made myself a promise, a vow really. I had sworn that I would hurt that fucking priest, Father Ronald. I would make him pay for casting me out. A plan began to form in my soul. I don't now where it came from, it certainly wasn't from God, maybe it was from... someone else. I had raped a woman that I loved, it should be easy to rape a woman for hate's sake. You see I realized that priests were not the only ones who infested churches.

There were nuns too. If I couldn't have my sister I'd have one of HIS Sisters.

I want to be clear, if Susan had been bathing me in love it would never have happened. I would have been happy, and satisfied and concentrating on my lover. The evil side of me seemed to flee, to wither in her presence. I wanted to be decent around her, to prove that I was worthy of her love. But because she refused me, she caused evil to dominate.

I waited outside Father Dickhead's church, casing it for several days. Every Monday, Wednesday and Sunday 3 Nuns arrived like clockwork. I don't know what they did for him inside. One of them liked working in a little garden on the side of the church.

Alone.

Some people will tell you that rape is about planning and precision, complicated scenarios and complex strategy.

Sometimes it is.

But more often than not it is about having the balls to seize an opportunity, to be bold and decisive. I had a car. I saw the nun alone. I drove up to her. I got out, said hi, walked up to her and hit her hard in the stomach. I dragged her to the back of my car, gagged her, tied her hands, and threw her in my trunk. It took all of 30 seconds.

A buddy of mine was out of town and needed someone to walk his mutt and water his plants. Usually I would have said (Fuck) no, but I knew I was planning to rape Father Ronald's nun, so I said yes, so we could have some privacy. I drove my car into his garage, closed the door, and got her out of the trunk. I lead her inside, upstairs, and sat her on the bed.