Chapter 1

Christine heard footsteps. The heavy thumping of his work boots sent shivers down her entire body. She didn't want to see him, again. She hated him so much. She hated him for what he'd done to her. The door opened and Christine looked away. Her mother Luanne smiled at her son.

"Hi baby. How was work," She asked her son David.

David's dark brown eyes never met his mothers. They were focused clearly on his sister Christine. His iniquitous smile made Christine sick.

"Hi mom. Guess what? I brought you both a little something."

Christine shifted her body on the couch and continued to watch the evening news. Luanne was grinning like a child receiving a gift.

"Ooh what did you get?" She asked anxiously.

David pulled out a beautiful silk scarf from one of the bags he held. Luanne shrilled and held the scarf as if it was the most precious gift she'd ever received. "It's beautiful! Oh thank you baby!" She put her arms around her son.

David then stared at Christine. Christine looked uneasy. She hadn't realized her skirt was riding up a bit. She pulled it down and took a deep breath.

"I got something for you too sis," David said as he approached his 16 year old sister.

"I don't want it," Christine snapped.

Luanne laughed. "Oh Chrissy, how can you say that? He bought it out of love. Why are you so mean to your brother?"

Christine didn't answer. She knew Luanne had gone through major heart surgery 3 years ago and anything devastating could possibly kill her. This secret she held was a secret that could kill a mother.

"Fine. What is it?"

David sat next to her in the couch and pulled out a beautiful dark red nightgown. It was something a man would give to his lover, not his sister. Christine stared at the red garment. It was short, baby doll like and with spaghetti straps.

"What is that for?"

David scoffed. "For you sis. I mean you can wear it when you go to sleep."

"Chrissy that is a beautiful gown!" Luanne cheered.

Christine grabbed the gown and ran out the room.

Once in her room, she sobbed and threw the red gown on her bed. She stared at it as the tears ran down her face. She knew why David had bought her the gown. He wanted her to put it on and seduce him like some hooker. It'd been that way since she turned 13. David was 18 at the time and raped her. He came home drunk one day after work and took advantage of Christine. Christine struggled underneath her brother's strong body but it was impossible to get him off her. He'd popped her cherry and cum inside of her. Luckily she had not gotten pregnant.

Afterwards, he realized the power he had over her. He knew she was a shy, sheltered girl who would never tell a soul that her own brother fucked her. He convinced his mother to put her on birth control so that way he could cum in her and not worry about her getting knocked up. He'd make Christine take her pill every morning until she finally got used to taking it on her own. He'd warn her that getting pregnant could break their mother's heart even more.

It was eleven at night. Christine knew it was time for her brother to come into her room. Even though she had a lock, he still managed to find a way to open her door. He came in slowly as Christine sat by her vanity mirror brushing her long brown hair. He had just showered, she could smell his cologne.

"Why aren't you wearing the gown I bought you?" He asked sternly.

"I don't want to wear it. It looks cheap."

"Cheap? It cost me almost ninety dollars sis. Now I want you to put it on right now."

He moved towards her and put his hands on her shoulders. Christine pushed them off and stood up. Her angry eyes began to fill with tears. "Why do you do this to me? Why can't you go out and find a real girlfriend?"

He laughed quietly. "You are my real girlfriend sis. I'm going to turn around and you have two minutes to get the gown on."

She slipped out of her shirt and skirt and into the lacey red gown. It fit her perfect. Of course her brother knew her clothes size. He turned slowly and faced her. His eyes widened. "Oh fuck yes. You look so hot! Mmm come here. Come to your brother."

Christine walked to her brother slowly. He put his hands on her waist and admired her. "You are so gorgeous. I'm lucky to have a beautiful sister like you."

Christine looked uneasy.

"What's the matter sis? I hope you haven't been fucking any other guys at school."

"What if I have?"

David narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't talk to me that way. I better be the only one who gets in your pants."

Christine pulled herself away from her brother again. David got pissed and grabbed her arms hard. "Owww!" Christine yelled.

"Shut up! You don't want mom to hear now do you?"

"Please don't have sex with me tonight. I don't want it." She begged.

"We'll you're going to get it anyway sis."

"Nooo!" Christine whispered hoping her mother would not wake up. David was too strong. He grabbed her hard pushing her on the bed. He climbed on top of her roughly kissing her lips. His tongue searched hers. Christine refused to ever French kiss her brother. His kisses would always turn out sloppy and gross.

David moved down kissing her breasts. One hand played with her nipple and the other slowly lifted up the gown. Christine knew it was no use struggling. She just lay there and let her brother fuck her. David's cock was big, and it often hurt when he had sex with her. She cringed as she felt him enter her.

"Owww!"

"You like my cock sis. Tell me."

"No!" Christine shot back.

"You tell me right now or else I'm going to ask you to let me stick it up your ass."

Christine gasped. She hated anal sex. "I like your cock." She said.

"Mmm yeah I know you do. Oh fuck you feel good! So tight. Just for me."

Christine felt her brother's cock sliding in and out of her until he exploded in her. His hot sperm shot hard inside of her and she could only cringe at the thought of her brother cumming in her.

The next day Christine woke up feeling sore from all the fucking the previous night. She got up and got dressed for school as usual. She hated school so much. Why couldn't she have had a normal life like most of the girls in her school? She walked down the hallways in a zombie like mode trying to avoid talking to anyone.

She was fed up with school. It seemed that she was wasting her time there, when she could be out working full time and getting the hell out of her house. That next day in class she found herself begin to cry. Her classmates stared at her and she just gathered her books and ran out the classroom. She threw her books in the trashcan and ran outside. She kept running until she could no longer run. Once outside, she felt somewhat free. She walked home knowing she'd have to tell her mother she was dropping out of school.

"Christine! What are you doing home so early?" Her mother called out.

Christine burst into tears and went to sit next to her mother on the couch. Her mother put her arms around her daughter and comforted her. "What's wrong sweetie?"

"Mom, I quit school I hate school. I'm not even smart."

"Yes you are! Honey you need to go back to school."

Christine sobbed more. "I can't. I hate my life."

"Honey! What is going on?"

My brother rapes me and I think I'm secretly in love with him and I hate myself for it was what Christine really wanted to tell her mother.

"I need to work. I want to buy my own things."

Her mother looked into her eyes. "But your brother buys you anything you want."

"No! I don't want anything from him anymore! I want to get my own job and my own place!" Christine got up and her eyes showed anger.

Her mother stared up at her with sad eyes. "Don't leave us Christine. Your brother and I need you."

"I don't want to leave you mom, but I have to make my own life."

"Christine, you're only 16! How could you want to make your own life now? Please honey stay here at home. I need you, so does David."

Christine sighed. Her mother's sad eyes broke her heart. "Fine. I will stay for a while. But I'm not going back to school. I'm going to go out and get a job."

"Ok. I can't stop you I guess." Her mother said softly.

Christine was glad she was at least out of school.

It was past eleven that night and as always David came into Christine's room. She lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling waiting for his arrival. He had a wicked smirk on his face. He took off his shirt revealing his hard chest and stomach. He was a gorgeous creature, but Christine wondered why he was only stuck on her. He could have almost any girl he wanted.

David slipped out of the rest of his clothes and climbed on the bed with Christine. "Mmm hi baby sis," he whispered leaning down to place a long wet kiss on her lips.

Christine tried to fight it but sometimes caught herself kissing her brother back as if she was his lover. She felt his heavy hand begin to lift up her nightshirt and pull on her panties. Soon enough they were having sex. David always made Christine stare up at him as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy.

"You feel good baby. So fuckin' good," He growled.

Christine felt tears rolling down her pretty face. David didn't care. He continued to fuck her until once again he shot his cum inside of her. After he was done, he got off her and lay next to her. Christine didn't look at him. She continued to stare up at the ceiling. She could feel him touching her hair and smelling it.

"I love your hair. So silky, long and I like the way it smells. I love the fact that I can smell your scent on me when I wake up. You're my baby you know that?"

Christine didn't reply. She was still in a state of shock. He continued to run his fingers through her long silky hair. It was pissing her off. She slapped his hand away hard. "Stop it! Leave my hair alone!" She snapped.