A truth that's told with bad intent,
Beats all the lies you can invent William Blake
Once upon a time in a land far, far away from where you are probably; when I was really bored and in sort of a good mood, I decided to write down the following account of a girl I once knew, and how she and her brother fell hopelessly in love...
"Do you have homework?" mom asked us, just like she had a hundred million times before.
"Hi mom!" I smiled, ignoring her question cause I had different priorities. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and peeked over her shoulder too. "Mmmm ... Cookies!"
"Hey mom," Troy said and he was right behind me, like always. "What's that smell?"
"Guess," mom said and she was a good mom. She liked to bake and I guess that sorta made up for her homework fetish.
"Cookies!" Troy grinned and he saw me stealing one, sort of juggling it with my fingertips cause it was hot!
"Bets, how many times have I told you to wash your hands first?" mom sighed, but it was too late.
"Too late!" I said, taking a small bite and chewing with my mouth wide open cause that cookie was really hot!
"Now you got germs, Betsy!" Troy laughed and he was stealing a cookie too.
"Alright fine, sit down at the table like normal people," mom said and she was already going for the refrigerator. Milk and cookies was a pretty good idea though and I wondered who'd thought of it.
Troy and I were both in high school, but we were never really serious about anything and around our parents we still acted like little kids sometimes, but I suppose everyone does that. I did it more than Troy, since he was just about seventeen and kind of on the 'I'm growing into a man' trip. He was gonna be a good looking man too, like our dad was, all kinds of tall and dark and handsome. I loved my brother, in a healthy, sisterly sort of way.
I was fifteen and looking forward to being pretty like my mom was. She was old already, like almost thirty-five, which seemed pretty ancient, but she didn't have any wrinkles or anything. No grey hairs. She was tall and busty and curvy, and all kinds of blonde and blue. You know. A lot of my brother's friends talked about how they wanted to have sex with her and that was so disgusting. I hated my brother's friends when they came over. All they did was stare at me and my mom, I swear. I put on extra clothes when they were around, just cause they made me feel naked.
"That's just the way boys are," mom shrugged when I asked her about it. "Especially boys that age."
"When are they gonna grow out of it?" I wondered, cause some of those guys had been staring at me for years.
"When?" mom giggled and she sounded twenty years younger. Everybody loved my mom's giggle. "Never. So you're just going to have to get used to it, Bets."
Everybody called me Bets, cause that's a way better name than Betsy. My brother was the only one who didn't and that was just because he was my brother and determined to be different, so I didn't mind. I think a girl's brother should be different from everyone else and so I sorta liked it, except I mostly pretended I didn't.
The boys had a good reason to stare at me though, now that I'm thinking about it. While my mom was really round and curvy without being fat or anything, I was mostly tall, thin, and kind of angular. That's my word for it, nobody ever called me angular, but you know what I mean. I was waiting to fill out a little more, put it that way. My hips were narrow and my boobs were shaped like rockets, I swear. I kept waiting for them to get like big and round, but they just pointed out with sharp pink nipples that were like an inch long. I had the longest nipples in school, I bet, and I was mostly pretty self-conscious about it.
Being fifteen sucks. I mean, I grew up, but now out, see? My legs were too long for my body. My butt was round, but not very big at all. I bought these jeans, a pair I wasn't supposed to get cause first of all they were like sixty dollars, but also because they're not real denim, but like this stretchy stuff that sorta looks like denim, and they're totally supposed to fit my legs and hips and especially my butt, all skin tight and stuff. Have you seen those? But on me they were baggy in the back. My legs looked great, but my ass? God! I just wanted a real butt and some real tits too. That was gonna be so cool, if it ever happened.
"I look like a tomboy," I frowned one day, but my dad just rolled his hazel eyes.
"You look great, Bets," he said. "Don't worry, you're growing up too fast as it is."
"I wish," I pouted and I had a good face for that.
A pretty face, that's what I had, much like my mom's. Big blue eyes and a lot of blonde hair. Mom liked to keep hers kind of short, in a neat French curl down to her shoulders. I was going for sort of an alt-post-goth-punkodrama look, cause it was way cool. So my hair was long and shaggy and I liked to put like ten ponytails in it, pointing every which way, and then my best friend Shannon's sister would dye the tips blue and red and pink, cause she was going to beautician school and liked to practice, and ... You get the idea.
Tie dyed hair, that's what my daddy called it and he was pretty okay with it. Mom wasn't, but once it was dyed, you know, it sorta stayed that way for awhile. After the third time though, mom had told me she was going to shave my head the next time I did it and that sounded seriously cool! I couldn't wait ... But she changed her mind at the last minute when she figured out I'd kinda like having a cue cut for awhile. I wanted to get one of those cosmetic tattoos on my skull. Not a real one, but one of the temporary kind that only last like a few weeks. I was gonna get a whole bunch of flowers, like a garden growing on my scalp, and right in the middle and in between and curling around, I wanted a serpent, like a snake, you know? So it was like the Garden of Eden and temptation and all that stuff right there on my noggin.
Maybe it was a good thing I didn't get to shave my head, since I go to a catholic school and all.
"Now," mom said on the day in question. "Do you guys have any homework?"
"I got some math to do," Troy admitted.
"I sorta have some," I shrugged around a cookie.
"What does sorta mean?" mom asked.
"We had this rape prevention thing at school today," I said, "and, oh! Look, I got a rape whistle and..." I was reaching for my purse but mom stopped me.
"I believe you, Bets," she said. "What's your homework?"
"Rape prevention," Troy smirked, but I don't know why.
"What?" I looked at him. "Anyway, yeah, um, I'm supposed to practice the rape prevention stuff. Like if a guy grabs me and he wants to, you know, rape me or whatever? I'm supposed to like stomp on his foot and, uh, what else? Oh, sorta jab my elbow in his ribs and scratch his eyes out and all that. I'm supposed to blow my whistle too, except I can't remember if I'm supposed to blow it before I beat him up or afterwards, and..."
"Okay, okay," mom said. "So what's your homework?"
"She's gotta get raped," Troy grinned at me.
"Shut-up! God! You're so ugly!" I rolled my eyes.
"Bets?" Mom was waiting.
"I'm not ugly," Troy frowned. "Who'd want to rape you anyway? Have you seen your hair?"
"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked him. "It's cool!"
"Bets?" Mom was still there.
"It looks like you went through a car wash," Troy said.
"That's the style!" I said and stuck my tongue out at him cause I knew my hair was cool. Shannon's sister said so.
"Betsy! What is your homework?" mom finally demanded and that was pretty much what I was waiting for.
"Oh, um, I just gotta like practice fighting off a rapist," I shrugged.
"Practice fighting off a rapist?" mom blinked at me.
"A girl like you shouldn't fight him off," Troy said. "You should send him a thank you note afterwards."
"Shut-up!" I stared at my brother and he just smirked some more.
"What? I just don't wanna see you die a virgin, that's all," Troy said and my mom gave him a real dirty look.
"Maybe you should help your sister with her homework," mom told him and Troy looked at my mom like she was crazy.
"Him?" I giggled. "I think rapists are supposed to be like sorta tough, mom."
"What's that mean?" Troy asked, feeling his manhood threatened, I was sure. He was so predictable.
"I mean you couldn't rape your way out of a paper bag," I said, still laughing at him and then I let my eyes go obviously down to his lap. "Besides, it's not like you got anything down there that a girl would be afraid of."
"Bets," mom warned me. "Be nice."
"Oh yeah?" Troy was turning a little red, but we teased each other all the time anyway. "How would you know? You been sneaking peeks at me in the shower?"
"Get real!" I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "Janey told me all about your little thingy."
"She did?" That made Troy sit back.
"Of course!" I nodded. "She told everybody about it."
"She told everybody what?" mom asked suspiciously and she didn't know about Troy and Janey.
"Just that when they were doing it she couldn't hardly feel a thing," I said lightly, as if it was the most casual sort of news in the world.
"She felt it!" Troy protested. "She told me she loved it!"
"What?" mom stared at the boy like he was from Mars. "You've been having ... Sex?"
"She told you she came too, didn't she?" I smirked cause it was my turn. "She just didn't want to hurt your feelings cause you got such a little dick."
"Betsy!" mom stared at me.
"Like adding insult to injury," I shrugged.
"You're such a liar!" Troy said and then his face broke into a huge grin. "Oh! You almost had me!"
"Heh!" I laughed cause I couldn't help it. "You believed me too! Admit it!"
"Almost," Troy shrugged. "You always smirk when you lie though."
"I do?" I frowned at that.
"Yep," Troy said apologetically. "You gotta work on that, sis."
"What are you two talking about?" mom was kind of like in shock or something.
"Don't worry, mom," I said, pushing my chair back and my brother was getting up too. "Troy's got a really big dick."
"Yeah," Troy said. "Betsy was just teasing me."
"What?" mom asked, but we were already halfway out of the kitchen.
"Hurry up!" I said, laying on Troy's bed and playing with my Ken and Barbie dolls.
I had like a hundred of them, but Pimp Ken and Prostitute Barbie were my favorites. Of course they hadn't always been Pimp Ken and Prostitute Barbie, but for my ninth grade home economics class I'd made them some new clothes. Now Ken was stylin' with a two piece leopard skin suit in lavender, some gangsta tats on his back and arms and chest, and some ho kickin' leather boots. He had a lotta bling too, obviously, and a real bad attitude for being a wigger like he was. I shoulda painted him brown maybe.
Prostitute Barbie still looked like Barbie, except she wore fishnet stockings, a micro-ultra-mini in red leather and a nylon tube top around her tits. I'd painted some nipples on her too and pierced them with little safety pins, tiny ones, so they looked really cool. I'd shaved half her head and bleached the other half with peroxide and streaked it with red before throwing a bunch of glitter in it. She looked sorta like Rave Barbie Gone Bad, you know? And Ken was butt fucking her anus for holding out some green the night before.
Ken hated that shit and I wished I had a little coat hanger he could hold in his plastic fingers. Barbie really needed a good ass whipping.
"Oh no, Ken! Don't hurt me! I love you!" I said in a high falsetto voice, although my own voice is pretty high anyway.
"Shut-up, bitch! You is my ho! And dis is my hole, ho!" I said in my deep voice. "Yo!"
"Ho-ho-ho..." Troy shook his head. "You're so sick, Betsy."
"What?" I asked, sorta wrapping Barbie's legs around Ken's waist and looking around for a rubber band or something so I could keep them that way.
"You're gonna help me with my homework right?" I looked at Troy a couple minutes later when he didn't answer me and I'd ended up taking a rubber band out of my hair and then I decided to take all of them out and just shag it.
"Rape prevention?" Troy snickered and I hated that sound.
"Yeah, I'm serious," I told him. "I really gotta practice it. We gotta like fight off some guy in a rubber suit tomorrow. I don't wanna look like an idiot!"
"You don't?" Troy turned to look at me, making a point of looking at my hair and I frowned at him.
"Okay! I get it! You don't like my hair! Sorry!" I huffed and puffed a little.
"Nah, it's okay," Troy laughed. "I just like teasing you."
"I know!" I pouted. "You're so mean to me all the time. I swear! I wish I had a pony instead of you!"
"You wanna ride me?" Troy laughed and he was closing his math book finally.
"Yeah," I giggled. "Put a saddle on your back and ride you to the circus!"
"I hate the circus," Troy made a face.
"I like the cotton candy," I said.
"Yeah, I'll help you," Troy agreed and I knew he would. He had this big brother thing going and he always had. I was pretty lucky that way. Troy always looked out for me.
"Cool!" I threw Ken and Barbie to aside and bounced my butt off the bed. "You're really gonna try and rape me, right?"
"You want me to?" Troy asked and he was sorta looking me up and down like a brother shouldn't.
"Well, yeah!" I giggled. "Of course I do! It won't work if you're not trying."
"Okay, that's cool," Troy agreed and I could see the wheels turning in his sixteen year old boy brain.
"But I gotta really try and fight you too," I said. "Don't forget about that part of it."
"You can try," Troy said. "But I'm not gonna stop just because you say no or whatever."
"Duh!" I rolled my eyes. "No doesn't mean no when I'm getting raped, silly! Otherwise, why would they give me a whistle?"
"I guess so," Troy said. "Soooo ... You wanna do it now? Here?"
"No way," I shook my head. "It won't work if I know it's coming."
"What do you want to do then?" Troy wondered and sometimes I thought he was sorta like brain damaged.
"You just gotta surprise me," I said. "Like when I'm not expecting it, you know?"
"Oh," Troy nodded. "You want it to be like a real rape thing, huh?"
"Yeah," I laughed. "What do you think we're talking about?"
"Nah, I get it," Troy said. "No cheating though, right? Don't go putting on like six pairs of panties and two pairs of pants and..."
"God!" I stared at him like he was crazy. "I wouldn't do that! I won't change clothes all night, okay?"
"Really?" Troy liked my little catholic school girl uniform, I knew that.
"I swear," I crossed my heart and kissed my fingers.
"Cool," Troy said. "So I'm gonna rape you when you're least expecting it, huh?"
"Yep," I said. "That's what I need."
"Okay," Troy shrugged and then he hit me really hard in the tummy!
"Oh!" I gasped and all the air got knocked out of me and I couldn't breathe at all. I couldn't even stand up straight because my whole stomach felt like it was on fire. I had tears in my eyes and my nose was running just that quick, and I could barely make out my brother's knee as it came up into my face with a real bone crunching THUD!!
"Uh!" I sorta groaned, except it's hard to do that when you don't have any air in your lungs. My nose felt like it was pointed the wrong way and my teeth hurt. That felt really weird. My upper lip was cut; I knew that because I could taste the blood and feel it running down into my mouth. My nose was bleeding too, probably, but it was hard to tell because it just felt really stuffed up mostly. My eyes were squinched tightly shut and my whole face just felt sorta ... Broken.
"How's that, Betsy?" Troy was asking me, but I couldn't say anything and he was already pushing me down to the floor. "I'm gonna rape you good now, you stupid bitch!"
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped, cause it hurt a lot.
"Shut-up!" Troy punched me in the head. SMACK! It made everything go black for a second and then he did it again! SMACK!!
"Uh!" was about all I could say, and I realized I was sitting on my butt.
"You're such a cunt!" he said and he punched me right in my budding little tits. SMWACK!
"Ohhhh owww!" I was crying by then, trying to cover myself up.
"Little slut, you never been fucked, huh?" he kicked me in the thighs and I was falling back, trying to curl up into a ball.
My brother was getting down too, on the floor with me and he was hitting me everywhere he could, it felt like. Like pummeling me, you know? Hitting me wherever I wasn't covering myself up and when I'd move my hands, he'd just punch me somewhere else.
"Ahh oh umph!" I was making like animal noises, grunting and groaning, cause it hurt everyplace he hit me.
"Get you legs open, Betsy!" he said, trying to pull my legs apart and when he had enough room, my brother punched me hard, right in the cunt! SPRACK!!
"Faaahhhk!!" I screamed, but only barely. I didn't have a lot of air in my lungs just then, thank God, or the whole neighborhood would have heard me.
"That warm you up, huh?" he was laughing, sorta breathlessly, and I was writhing in agony. My whole body was on fire. "Have another one, bitch!"
SMWAMM! He nailed me again, even harder that time as my legs were rubbery and spread wide enough to give him a shot right at the center of my sex. His fist drove straight into my pussy, my little pink panties offering no protection at all, and that was like the worst thing I could ever even imagine, let alone suffer up close and personal.
"Fuck! You know how hot you are?" my brother asked me. "Look at me! You're sexy as fuck!"
He grabbed me by the hair, jerking my bruised and bloody face up so he could see it. I sobbed and coughed, spitting out blood and snot to dribble down my chin. I couldn't breathe hardly at all and everytime I did it was like there were knives in my tits. My legs felt numb, everything below the waist was like dead weight, the only place down there I felt anything was in my pussy. That was like a fire, a bad fire and I felt too big between my legs. Like it was six times bigger than it used to be, all puffy and swollen and bleeding, I figured.
"You wanna be raped? I'll fuckin' rape you," he said. "I been dreamin' of rapin' you, sis!"
SKRACK!! He punched me in the face, like right between my eyes, I think. His hand was so big it like hit both of my eyes at the same time, you know? I really saw stars then and my head thudded off the carpet when I dropped like a stone. The floor felt amazingly soft in comparison to Troy's fist and I couldn't feel my fingers anymore.
"Little cock teasing whore," he was on top of me, sitting on my tummy all of a sudden and probably that had hurt, but I sorta didn't feel it. "You know how bad I wanna fuck you? Me and all my buddies? Every boy at school? You know, huh? Answer me!"
SWAAPPP! He slapped my face, making me groan and blink up at him through painful wet eyes. Like my eyeballs hurt and even seeing stuff with them was torture. I just wanted to close my eyes.
"Every fuckin' guy I know just wants to rape you!" he laughed, grabbing my blouse in his hands and yanking it open. He lifted my shoulders off the floor momentarily with it and then dropped me with a dull thud. "Lucky me, huh? Stupid slut!"
My brother did the same thing with my bra, which was really like a training bra since my boobs weren't very big at all. It stretched a lot, even though it wasn't really supposed to, and he got a little mad when it didn't rip or break right away.
"Fuck you got baby tits!" he was saying, yanking my bra this way and that. "How's this stupid thing come off, anyway?"
"Numph..." I said and maybe tried to lift one of my arms.
"Shut-up!" he hit me in the tits again, making my whole body sorta jerk and spasm like I was having a seizure or something. I even bit my tongue cause it hurt so much getting tit punched like that.
He pressed his left hand against my tummy, except sorta higher maybe, where the bones and stuff are. He grabbed my bra in the other hand, and grunted loudly as he pulled up with all his strength and that finally broke the little clasps at the back of it. Broke the shoulder straps too, so that they popped and my broken bra came away in sort of a tangled mess.
"Ha!" my brother held it up triumphantly, grinning down at me. "I got it, see? Stupid fucking bra!"
He grabbed my hands and tied my wrists together with my arms pushed up, above my head. I wanted to resist him, and maybe I did, but that didn't do anything but make him made.
"Better stop that, Betsy!" he said, holding my skinny wrists in his left hand and reaching for my left tit with his right. "Or I'll rip this milk puppy off!"
"Ohhmmm!" I arched my back then, or tried to except my brother was still sitting on my tummy and he was heavy.
Troy had grabbed my breast in his hand, digging his fingers into my flesh like he was making a fist around my aching little boob, and then he pulled and twisted, like he really was gonna tear it off my body. He did that until I was nodding my head weakly, begging him with babbling, meaningless animal noises to stop.
"Troy? Bets? What's going on in there?" mom was knocking at the door.
"Shit," my brother breathed and then louder. "I'm just helping Betsy with her homework, mom."
"Her homework?" mom's muffled voice came through the door. "Well, stop jumping around in there. It isn't a playground."
"Sorry mom!" Troy answered dutifully.
"Mmmpph!" I tried to yell, but my brother had let go of my tit by then and now he had his big right hand clamped tightly over my mouth.
"I'm going to run over to your Aunt Sandy's for a bit," mom said. "She isn't feeling too well. You guys order some pizza tonight, okay?"
"Kay mom," Troy replied. "See ya later."
"Okay, love you!" mom said. "Have fun ... And no fighting!"
"We won't, mom," Troy rolled his eyes and grinned at me. "We'll be good!"
He tied my hands quickly, using my bra to tie my wrists together and then Troy went back to my tits. He liked to pinch my nipples, cause they were fat and super long. The biggest nipples in school, like I said, to go with my too small tits. It mighta felt good the way my brother was rolling my nipples around, pinching and pulling, like yanking my already pointy tits straight up so that I'd gasp and groan, but mostly I just felt sorta numb right then.