Chapter 1

And So it Began

"You are a real bitch, you know that don't you, Rebecca."

I yelled, exasperated and very angry.

"Yeah, well I might be a bitch but I'm your sister, your older and stronger sister, Nicky Baby, so you'll do what I bloody well tell you, alright? And fuck you too."

My sister very nicely replied. Charming really. My sister had a real way with words sometimes.

I was 11 and managed to get a girlfriend. I was amazed frankly. I was asthmatic, underweight, bullied at school, and went to a school so far away I left in the dark and came home in the dark. However, this cute little girl went to a girl's school on the same line as one of the two darn trains I had to catch to get to school. There were also two buses and a whole lot of walking but that isn't relevant so I won't bother mentioning it. My sister might have sworn like a sailor but I did not. I just didn't see that it was necessary. Other words worked just as well. I hadn't yet discovered the joys of sex or that because of not normally swearing, just how much a turn-on having a girl tell you to "fuck me, fuck my little cunt" was, so I never said such nasty words at all.

So what did my sister, Rebecca, exactly two years and one whole day older than me, do? She caught the train that I went to school on. She did this even though she only had to go four stops to her school and just to meet my brand new girlfriend I had to go seven. My darling sister went the whole seven stops. Then, having located my brand new girlfriend, she marched up to her and basically shouted into her face:

"Listen Cunt, if you come anywhere near Nicky ever again, I will shove your suitcase up your arsehole, handle and all."

My sister could look mean enough that you weren't at all sure she was actually exaggerating. This was a good little Catholic School girl with impeccable manners. She was aghast at my sister's behaviour and I copped it. Scratch one girlfriend.

Oh, my sister. I guess I should describe her. She was my idea of a wet dream. She looked years older than her age, had breasts that while large and remarkably soft, stuck out rather than drooped down with a ski jump amazing shape, with big nipples and large areola areas, a narrow waist, and flared hips. She had close to a perfect hourglass figure and she was fully formed. My sister's figure did not change one bit as she got older. My sister had short hair at the time, which, while sort of cute, did not suit her. Rebecca had a round face, turned up nose, very big brown eyes that always seem to be glistening.

Rebecca would have had a beautiful face except; one. She was my very bratty sister; and, two, she was always scowling or frowning. She had also had a crooked front tooth, which she was very conscious of, even though it actually made her look a little more interesting rather than the absolutely symmetric face that was close to perfect otherwise. Nevertheless, I used to call her "Beaver" because of the tooth and would get roundly whacked for doing so if I was within hitting distance. She had dark brown hair and a pussy that from behind was so bloody prominent, I figured you wouldn't even need to bend her over to get into it. Sorry, vagina. I didn't say such words as pussy then.

How did I know what my sister's pussy looked like? Because she was always showing it to me that's why! She was the worse tease I've ever known in my entire life and I've known some real expert teases. My sister beat them all. Her absolutely favourite antic was to wear a shear see through night dress that just came down to her bum, no underwear, and then right in front of my nose while I was watching TV, bend right over at the waist to pick up something and take her good time about it too. And if I whacked her bottom and told her to get out of the way because I was missing the TV, I would really get hit very very hard. She DID NOT appreciate not having her assets admired, so I would do absolutely everything I could to show I didn't enjoy the show. That she actually drove me crazy she knew because she spied on my beating off and I did that a lot. I had a good imagination and my sister provided a great deal of fodder for that imagination.

One trick she learned was that I could see straight into her doorway from my bed. So she would come out of the shower in a towel that didn't even cover her backside and when she was fully backlit in her doorway, she would bend over and start doing stretches. The towel would fall off and her breasts would be dangling in front of her. However, the principal attraction was between her legs and the lighting was absolutely perfect for that. I would Cum virtually on the spot making a mess of the sheets much to Rebecca's amusement. Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing and just how huge an effect it had. She also knew I wouldn't dream of asking her to stop or do anything about it.

I had hit puberty at 10 and it wasn't a minor transformation at all. The fact that I hadn't actually had sex with anyone or even anything remotely sexual in nature involving any physical contact didn't matter a damn. I was sure that sex would be terrific and wanted very much to try it. I just didn't have anyone to do it with.

I was just on 11 and a half when a nasty incident occurred to me that changed my attitude to sex dramatically. A man raped me with the assistance of his wife, although I'm not going to provide the details. I don't get off on non-consensual violent sex acts and this met all those criteria and then some. It devastated me. I didn't get up. I didn't go to school. I didn't eat. My mother was frantic but she could not get through to me at all. In desperation, she turned to my sister to try. My sister was never one to shrink from a challenge.

My sister may have hated me and resented me greatly because I went to an elite school and because of her acute dyslexia rather than her lack of brains, she didn't get that sort of opportunity, but I was her brother. It was her task to make my life a living hell, no one else's. That the incident had meant that I didn't care at all what she did or didn't do was the final straw. She just had to take action and fast.

So on a Sunday I got up. I don't know why. I just did. I went into my parent's bedroom and my sister was on the bed. Something was going on but it wasn't important to this story and it didn't dawn on me at the time anyway. As soon as my sister saw me, she was out of bed, basically naked because the shorty shirt she had on barely came to her waist and had spaghetti straps that had been pulled below her breasts before the material started, she didn't care and jumped on me. I'm sure my sister had underwear. She just chose not to wear any.

My sister was bigger than I was and much stronger. She played sport and was fit, very fit. If I tried to run ten paces I broke out in a wheeze that would put me in hospital so I wasn't exactly fit at all or had any chance at all of fending off a physical attack by my darling sister.

But this wasn't a normal attack. I was wearing long pyjamas. It was cold, which just goes to show how much my sister liked to show her body off. These were old style pyjamas with a string to hold up the pants and much too big for me. She grabbed the string and pulled. She then immediately yanked and dropped to the floor taking the pants with her. She then shoved me so I fell partly onto my parent's bed. That took my feet off the floor. She grabbed the bottom of the pants legs and simply yanked hard straight up into the air. The pants flew off. I had absolutely no choice in this at all.

Now nudity in our house was no big deal. But this was a little different. I had a raging hard on from seeing my sister and that I didn't exactly want to show off. I did not realise that I had nothing to be ashamed of and frankly wouldn't have cared if I had known that. I was mortified that in front of my parents and sister I was lying there with my cock sticking straight out.

Rebecca took off sprinting for her room. I took off after her. I was mad. I wanted my pants back and I was in a foul enough mood even to take on my sister to get them. In hindsight, that was a rather stupid thing to attempt. However, my sister had a completely unexpected motive for this attack on my sleepwear. Rebecca got level with her bed and turned as I came barrelling in and straight into her. We both went straight down; at least the bed was behind us.

I found myself lying completely atop Rebecca who spread her legs wide and held my pants high above her head. I tickled her and she brought her arms down to protect herself. One trick I did have was that Rebecca was extremely ticklish. My pants came within my reach and I grabbed them with Rebecca letting go. I yelled in triumph only to realise that Rebecca wasn't even interested in my pants. To my horror, she grabbed hold of my cock, still very hard indeed. She pulled my whole body around a bit using my cock as a joystick to control the movement, lined it up between her legs, and simply pulled me into her.

Huh? I was after my pants and suddenly my cock is buried half way in my sister. I had no time to adjust before she slammed her hips up and into me, knocking the wind out of me. My arms had been holding me off my sister a bit and, at the same time as her hip movement, she thrush her elbows out to the side, knocking my arms away and dropping me onto her. I was then buried fully into her cunt and my face was between her breasts.

Rebecca said:

"OK, squirt, your cock is now someplace warm and dark where it can actually do some good. It doesn't feel bad at all. Now fuck me and no more of this moping about. You can fuck me every day if you want but you have to get up and go to school. Is that a deal?"

With that, Rebecca grabbed hold of my arse with both hands and shoved, hard. When, too shocked to move, I did nothing Rebecca, complained:

"Well what are you waiting for, an inscribed invitation. FUCK ME, NOW, God Damn it! Move your puny little arse and start pumping or I'll buck you off and you can go back to pulling yourself. MOVE!"

Still very much in shock, I started to move. It felt good. Actually, it felt wonderful. My sister may have been a nymphomaniac and a slut but she had decided if she couldn't go to the best school she would become an expert in sex and by the time my cock was buried in her I'm sure she would have been awarded a doctorate in sexual intercourse if they handed such things out. I was going to say a doctorate in fucking but I didn't swear then so I couldn't say that. Rebecca's muscle control actually is difficult to believe. She was tight, very wet, and horny. She had no patience at all and as far as she was concerned this was a 'mercy fuck' just so she could go back to torturing me at her leisure. So if she had to put up with me fucking her every day I was going to bloody well make her feel good or die in the attempt because she would certainly kill me.

I pumped into my sister's cunt, utterly amazed at just how good this felt. It felt way too good and not two minutes after we had started, I was Cumming. I finished Cumming just as Rebecca kicked me off.

"You little weasel. I'm not even remotely getting close and you've already finished. What a dud fuck you turned out to be. I would have though all that pulling yourself would have made you last more than two strokes. Bloody hell, you're going to have to be trained. What a disaster and its going to take weeks. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

I lay on the floor where I had been chucked, ashamed. I couldn't help that Rebecca's cunt had felt so good. I had no idea what I was even doing. I knew that I was supposed to move in and out but other than that, such minor details such as foreplay hadn't really been part of my education up to that point. I had been subject to the most horrendous assault and it would be six months before the damage done would heal properly and now I couldn't even fuck my sister for more than two minutes. It was too much and I started to cry. I curled up into a little ball on the floor trying not to make a sound as tears streamed down my face.