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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Brothers/Sister
  Character:
      Homophobic_brothers, Lesbian_Sister
  Additional Tags:
      Gangbang, corrective_rape, Rape_to_Change_Sexual_Orientation, Incest,
      Sibling_Incest, Exactly_What_It_Says_on_the_Tin
  Collections:
      Nonconathon_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-16 Words: 2750
****** Scared Straight ******
by CaramelShadows
Summary
     “You’re going to break your mother’s heart. You’re her only little
     girl. We can’t let you do that to her.”
Notes
     I hope you enjoy!
Emily got home happy, bubbling over inside with glee. She’d kissed Olivia at
the concert, her very first kiss, and it had been perfect. Olivia had gone on a
date with her, and they had held hands and kissed, and she had a girlfriend.
The house was dark and quiet, but that wasn’t surprising, since her parents
were out of town for the weekend. She locked the door behind her and made her
way up into her room.
When she flicked the light on, her older brother loomed out of the dark.
“Colin! You scared me. What are you doing in my room?”
He looked grim. “We saw pictures from the concert.”
Her stomach dropped. She had planned to come out to her family eventually, but…
“So?” She managed bravely.
“So you’re going to break your mother’s heart. You’re her only little girl. We
can’t let you do that to her.” He stepped forward towards her, and she stepped
away, her back hitting the doorframe.
“What are you talking about? It’s not that big a deal.”
“You know it is, Emily. Mom needs you to be normal, and grow up and marry a
nice boy she picks out. Those pictures were all over. Before someone tells her
about it, you need to be ready to tell her that it was a mistake and you’ll
never do it again.”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” Emily said, but her voice wobbled.
There was a sigh behind her, and she jumped, spinning to see another of her
brothers in the shadowed hallway. “We were afraid you’d be like this. We can’t
let you hurt mom, Emily. You know she just lost her sister last year. She can’t
have this kind of thing happen. Her doctor said her heart’s in danger if she’s
under stress.”
“I’m not going to give mom a heart attack, Michael,” she protested.
“We can’t take that risk,” Colin said from behind her, and suddenly his arm was
wrapped around her waist and his other hand was over her mouth and he was
carrying her towards the stairs.
She kicked back at him, trying to wiggle free, but Michael pinched her arm
viciously above the elbow with a disapproving hiss. “Stop it, Emily. Do you
want the neighbors to hear and call mom and dad about something going on in our
house?”
Emily thought about Mrs. Wainwright next door, and how she’d never stopped
complaining about the time they had a party and someone dropped a beer bottle
near her driveway. She subsided with bad grace, letting Colin haul her
downstairs. He didn’t stop there, though, continuing over to the basement
stairs and down into there. She heard Michael shut the door at the top behind
them and stared into the dim light. What were they doing? What did they need to
haul her down into the basement for?
When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Michael closed that door behind them
too. The click of the latch sounded strangely final. She looked up to see her
other two brothers standing behind the couch, all looking like they were at
someone’s funeral. Were they trying to do some kind of intervention?
“She says it wasn’t a mistake,” Colin said from next to her ear. “She thinks
it’s fine to be a dyke and break our mother’s heart.”
Jake sighed. “Emily, I thought you were smarter than this.”
Nick grimaced. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this. Come on, sis, can’t you
come around?”
Colin pulled his hand off her mouth to let her talk. “Is this some kind of
intervention?” Emily asked, trying to sound unconcerned.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Michael said. “Admit you made a mistake and promise
you won’t do it again, and we can all go back upstairs and go to bed.”
“I won’t,” Emily said stubbornly. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” Her stomach
clenched with nerves - Colin was still holding onto her, why hadn’t he let go?
- but she couldn’t regret kissing Olivia. Olivia was perfect.
Colin sighed, his breath brushing against her ear in a way that felt
uncomfortably intimate. “Told you she’d be stubborn. You owe me five bucks,
Jake.”
Jake grumbled. “I don’t have my wallet. I’ll give it to you later.”
“You better,” Colin said affably, then lifted Emily up again and carried her
over to the couch, tossing her down. She landed in an awkward way, sprawled
sideways along the seat, with a squawk of surprise.
Jake shoved her in the shoulder. “Didn’t they tell you not to make noises the
neighbors will hear?” He looked up at Michael. “I think you were right, we’re
going to have to gag her if we don’t want Mrs. Wainwright banging on the door
like the wrath of god.”
Michael nodded. “I’ll go grab something out of the laundry.”
Emily opened her mouth to protest, but Jake put his hand over it again. “You
just have to make things difficult, don’t you Emily?”
“That’s what we get for spoiling the baby of the family,” Nick said. “Thinks
she can do whatever she wants, with no concern for anyone else. Not even mom.”
Emily bit Jake’s palm and he stifled a yelp, then pulled his hand back and
shoved her. “That fucking hurt, Emily! Michael, get over here with a gag, she
bit me!”
Michael reappeared with a handful of socks and shoved one unceremoniously into
her mouth. She tried to protest again, but could only make a muffled mumbling.
“Don’t worry, they’re clean,” he said, like that was the only problem with her
brothers fucking gagging her with laundry. He looked up at Nick. “I think we’re
going to have to have someone holding her arms and legs, like we thought.” He
looked down at her disappointedly, like she’d just flunked a math test. “I
hoped you could behave better than this, Emily. But I guess if you had sense,
we wouldn’t be doing this to begin with.”
Before she had much time to react to the idea of being held down, Jake had
grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. She tried to squirm free,
but moving wrenched her shoulders, and she gave up. What were they doing?
Her thoughts were unpleasantly interrupted by Michael yanking down her
underwear. She tried to scream, tried to kick him, but Colin grabbed one of her
legs and Nick the other. Her legs were held apart now, exposing her cunt to the
world, to her brothers, but she barely had time to worry about that, because oh
god, Michael was unbuckling his belt. This couldn’t be happening. She tried to
break free again, but Jake twisted her arm so hard tears came to her eyes. Any
one of her brothers was stronger than her, let alone all of them.
Michael had pulled his cock out while she was struggling, and her eyes were
drawn to it in horror. He wasn’t hard, but that was little comfort, because he
wrapped a hand around it and started wanking it to attention.
“Can’t get it up, Michael?” Jake taunted, and Michael rolled his eyes.
“No, Jake, I don’t think my baby sister is the sexiest thing on legs.”
Jake reached around with his free hand and yanked her shirt and bra up,
exposing her breasts as well. She squirmed again, and Colin pinched her thigh
hard enough she expected she’d have a bruise tomorrow. “This help?” Jake asked.
Michael looked at her breasts consideringly. “Better than nothing, I guess.” He
kept pulling at his dick with one hand, and reached out and cupped one of her
breasts with the other, squeezing it lightly. She whimpered.
“Don’t worry, Emily,” Nick said in a tone that was probably supposed to be
reassuring. “We’ll fix you. You just need some cock to remind you that that’s
what you’re supposed to want. Some people let strangers fix their sisters, but
we couldn’t stand the idea of anyone hurting you, so we’re going to fix you
ourselves, and then everything will be perfect again.”
“Shut up, Nick,” Michael said. “I’m trying to pretend I’m about to fuck someone
other than my sister. Cover her face, will you Jake?”
Jake pulled her shirt farther up, over her head, and now Emily couldn’t see
anything but faint shapes silhouetted against the lights. Maybe that was
better. If they stopped talking, maybe she could pretend it was strangers doing
this to her, and not the brothers that had given her piggyback rides when she
was little.
Agonizingly long moments passed, filled with harsh breathing and the sounds of
skin on skin. Eventually, Michael’s shadow loomed larger, blotting out the
light, and she felt something press against her cunt. She whimpered and tried
to pull away, but someone pinched her side, and then Michael’s cock was shoving
into her, and it hurt. It was enormous, and it felt like sandpaper, and it felt
horrible.
Michael made a disgusted noise and pulled out. “She’s dry as a bone, I’m going
to tear my dick open like this. Is there lotion down here?”
“It’s all upstairs,” Colin said.
“Ugh. If I have to go back up there I’ll have to get myself hard all over
again.”
“Make her wet, then,” Jake said, in a tone of utmost reasonableness, like he
was proposing something completely normal and not sick and horrible. “The point
is to make her enjoy it, anyway.”
“Ugh,” Michael said again. “This is what I get for going first. Fine.”
His shadow vanished, and she was relieved for a moment, and then there was wet
heat on her clit and she tried to jerk away from and into it at the same time.
He swiped his tongue over her clit a few times, making her twitch, then started
thrusting it into the opening of her cunt. Emily whimpered despite herself.
This was horrible. She didn’t want this. She wanted to wake up and find it had
all been a nightmare. But Michael’s tongue flicked over her clit again, and her
hips bucked. She closed her eyes, pushing out the knowledge of what was
happening, and tried to pretend it was Olivia between her legs, that she was
enjoying something she wanted instead of something that should never happen.
She wanted to bite her lips, but the sock gagging her prevented that. Her jaw
ached.
The tongue on her cunt flicked over the length of her slit again a few times,
making her hips buck, then vanished. Her fantasy of Olivia was shattered when
Michael’s cock shoved back into her. It didn’t hurt as much this time, and that
was almost worse. It made her clit ache, and she could feel it sliding in her
own juices now, which meant she was being turned on by being fucked by her own
brother.
It moved slowly at first, pressing in and stretching her open until she
whimpered, then gradually sped up. She could feel Jake’s breath on her ear and
something hard pressing into her back below her arms. Michael was grunting, and
her cunt was full and aching and when her hips twitched she didn’t know whether
she was trying to get more or less.
Michael’s breath got faster and harsher, and then his hips stuttered to a stop
and he pulled out. Her heart lifted for a moment, but then he spoke. “Right.
That’s me done. Your turn, Nick.”
Nick let go of her leg, and she tried to kick out at him, but she only hit air,
and then someone was holding her leg again - presumably Michael. She heard the
sounds of Nick’s belt unbuckling, then his zipper sliding down. She hoped for a
second she might get a respite while he got himself hard, like Michael had, but
there was no pause before a cock was shoving into her again. This one felt
thicker than the one before, and she whimpered.
There was a touch on her clit, then, rough and clumsy fingers rubbing it in
time with the thrusts, and she couldn’t help the bucking of her hips. She hoped
he would finish quickly, but it went on and on, and her world closed down to
friction and fullness until she came with a muffled cry. Her senses came back
to her then, her face flushed with shame and tears prickling at her eyes, and
Nick was still in her, he wasn’t stopping. Her brother had fucked her until she
came, and he was still fucking her. They weren’t stopping just because they’d
made her come. Were they all going to fuck her?
She cried silently behind her shirt as Nick came with a grunt and pulled out of
her. There was a long moment where nothing happened, but then there were more
hands on her arms, and she was being handed from Jake to Nick. The sounds of
Jake taking down his pants were fast, and he was pushing into her even faster
than Nick had. His cock was thinner but longer, and she hated that she now knew
this about her brothers. Suddenly a hot mouth was on her nipple, and she gave
another muffled cry as it sent a bolt of sensation straight to her cunt. Then
his hand was on her other breast, and his other hand was on her clit, and he
was thrusting into her, and it was too much, her nerves felt like they were on
fire, and she came again, sobbing. He didn’t even slow down, and she came twice
more, everything a blur of burning friction and heat, before he finally
finished and pulled out.
She laid limply against Nick, not trying to struggle, as Colin let go of her
leg and traded places with Jake. There was no point. She couldn’t make this
stop. Her brothers were fucking her on the couch where they played video games
in the basement, and there was nothing she could do but endure it.
She expected Colin to thrust immediately into her like the others, but she
didn’t hear his belt, and then there was a mouth on her clit again. He sucked
at it and flicked it with his tongue and it felt so good and she hated it so
much and she could smell their sweat and feel Nick slowly hardening again
against her back and everything was too violently here and now for her to even
think of Olivia. She just lay there, hips twitching weakly and tears soaking
her shirt, while Colin coaxed another orgasm from her, then stood and dropped
his pants and started fucking her too. He did it slowly, much slower than the
others, and she could feel every inch of him sliding against her. Her cunt
ached and her eyes her and her jaw hurt and the worst part was that it didn’t
all feel awful.
Colin’s cock slid easily in and out of her, a huge difference from Michael’s
painful first thrusts. She could feel juices dripping down her thighs, and hear
the obscene wet squelching noises every time his cock rammed home. Nick’s
breath was hot and vile against her ear, and everything smelled of sweat and
sex and men. He ground his hips against her as he pressed his cock into her
cunt, rubbing against her clit, and her hips jerked again.
It burned, and she ached, and her jaw hurt, and her eyes hurt, and everything
hurt, but Colin fucked another orgasm out of her before he came and pulled out.
Nick pulled down her shirt off of her face and she blinked against the light.
“Ready to admit it was a mistake now?” Colin said.
Emily realized with horror that if she didn’t, they wouldn’t stop. She nodded
convulsively, feeling like a bobblehead doll.
Nick reached up and pulled the socks out of her mouth. “Say it.”
“It was a mistake, I won’t do it again, I swear I won’t do it again, please-”
Colin smiled, and it was the same indulgent smile from her brother it had
always been, and it never could be again. He reached out and ruffled her hair.
“There you go. That wasn’t hard, was it?”
Michael and Jake let go of her legs and stood up, Jake stretching to crack his
back. Nick let go of her arms and gently pushed her towards the stairs. “Go
take a shower and go to bed, it’s late.”
Emily fled up the stairs before they changed their minds.
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