Helping Leah

Tanya loved her brother's cock. It was thick, fat, long, and fit perfectly into her mouth, cunt, and ass. Of course, the first time he'd snuck into her room and raped her, it had been a different story. The more it happened, though, the more Tanya came to love and enjoy her younger brother's nightly use of her holes.

After four years of taking his cock in every hole, and serving as his personal jerkoff hole, Tanya's mind had been well-trained to respond to rough, degrading sexual use. Tommy snuck into her room and held her down, jamming his throbbing prick into her pussy from behind. He kicked her legs out from under her at least once a day, mounted her chest, and gagged her on his dick until feeding her a load of brotherly semen. He forced her hands behind her back, threw her down, and pumped her tender asshole until his cock was satisfied.

Tanya, now quite a perverted slut for her brother, quickly agreed to Tommy's latest terrible idea. While he pushed her head down his cock in the basement, Tommy said, "I'm going to rape Leah, and I want you to help."

He let Tanya up to gasp for breath, and she asked, "You want to rape our sister?"

"Yeah," Tommy said, shoving her back down his prick. "You're still fun to rape, but I need variety."

The following day, Tanya sat on the living room couch. Her eighteen-year-old sister, Leah, sat with her as they watched the latest Bratty Brit music video.

"So, are you ready?" Tanya asked as she casually painted her nails.

"Ready for what?" Leah asked.

"To get raped at college."

Leah was silent a moment before she said, "What?"

Perhaps she hadn't heard correctly.

"To get raped at college," Tanya repeated. "It happens pretty much every weekend. I get raped all the time. So do my friends. It's a fact of life. Are you ready?"

"No! I'm not getting raped. That's bullshit!" Leah cried.

Tanya shrugged. "The first few times kind of suck but you get used to it. If you train yourself to anticipate it, it'll be better."

At this point, Tommy walked through the front door and dropped his bag. He flopped into a recliner, sighing, and said, "Sup?"

"I was just asking Leah if she's ready to get raped in college," Tanya said. "She doesn't believe me."

"Oh, yeah," Tommy said. "Happens to every girl. Unavoidable, really."

"But I don't want to get raped!" Leah cried.

Tommy and Tanya both shrugged, and Tommy said, "You're not a virgin, right?"

Leah blushed and clutched her arms around herself, mumbling, "No."

"What's the big deal, then?" Tanya asked. "You're just letting some guy pump you a few times."

"That's gross," Leah protested. "You're so gross!"

"Whatever," Tanya said. "I'm just trying to look out for you. If you don't want help, you can suffer through it like I did."

Leah looked to Tommy for help, but he also shrugged. "Don't look at me. I don't get raped. I just know there's not a girl on campus that it hasn't happened to."

"But… I don't want to," Leah whined again.

"Duh," Tanya said. "That's why it's a rape. If you wanted it, it would just be sex. Honestly, after the first few times, you won't want it any other way. Nothing beats the surprise factor of having someone throw you down and give you a good raping."

"Oh, my God!" Leah cried. "That's disgusting!"

"Fine. Don't come crying to me when you get your first one. I offered to help."

Leah was silent a moment longer, her heart thudding as she wrung her hands.

"How?" she finally asked.

Tanya started on her toenails, saying, "You let Tommy, and I help. We'll get you ready for it."

"Whoa," Tomma said, holding up his hands. "Don't bring me into this. I'm not a rapist."

"It's not actual rape if she wants you to do it, dumbass," Tanya said.

"But I don't! I don't want to get raped!" Leah cried. "And I don't want to get raped by my brother!"

"Fine. Go at it with a dry cunt," Tanya said. "Or take it up the butt from some sadistic fuck. Trust me. You'll be way better off if you just prepare. Like studying for a test."

"But—" Leah began.

"Look, Leah," Tanya interrupted. "It's your cunt. If you want it to get violated dry and raw, that's your choice. I'm just saying, it's going to happen. You're hot, so you'll be at the top of the list for a potential rapist. And don't even think about biting his dick when he makes you suck him off. That's how you get a black eye or worse. You squeal, and you thank him for it afterward. That's how you get through college."

Leah sniffled and said, "That's not fair! I don't want to go now."

"Fine. Tell Dad that," Tommy said. "Christ. Can you even imagine trying to tell him you're not going to college just because you're scared of a little raping?"

"What should I do?" Leah wailed.

"Stop being so dramatic, for one," Tanya said, holding up her foot. "What do you think? Too bright?"

"I don't care about your nails!" Leah cried.

Tanya rolled her eyes. "All I'm saying is, you're overreacting. Getting raped in college is just part of the experience. Do you want help or not?"

Leah was silent for a moment before she said, "Will it hurt?"

"The first few times," Tanya said. "But after you learn to get wet from it, you'll be fine. You didn't learn to ride a bike without falling a few times, right?"

"I guess so," Leah grumbled.

"Good. Don't worry. You'll be fine."

Leah went to bed that night, dreading being raped. She lay under the thin sheet, staring at the ceiling, her stomach twisting as Tanya’s words echoed—rape was coming, inevitable, like a test she couldn’t study for. Sleep hit her hard, but it didn’t last.

The next morning, she stumbled into the kitchen, still in her sleep tank and shorts, hair tangled. Tanya sat at the table, sipping coffee, legs sprawled open. Tommy leaned against the counter, shirtless, jeans low. Leah reached for a mug, but Tanya lunged, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her chest-first onto the table. The wood bit into her ribs, and her breath whooshed out.

“Tanya, what the fuck!” Leah shrieked, clawing at the edge.

“Shut up,” Tanya snapped, yanking Leah’s shorts and panties down in one rough pull, baring her ass and cunt. “Training starts now.”

Tommy stepped up, unzipping his jeans, his cock springing free—thick, veined, already hard with a bead of precum glistening at the tip. “Gotta get you ready,” he said, spitting a fat glob onto his fingers. He smeared it over her pussy, rubbing sloppy and rough, then jammed two digits inside, twisting them deep until she yelped.

“No! Stop it!” Leah screamed, kicking uselessly.

Tanya pinned her arms behind her back, her grip bruising. Tommy gripped his dick, rubbed the head against her slit, teasing her with slow pressure, then shoved it in—inch by inch, stretching her dry cunt until she felt every ridge of him. Leah wailed, her body jerking as he slammed deep, his balls slapping her clit, the table creaking under his weight. He pulled back, spit on his shaft, and thrust again, harder, his hands digging into her hips, leaving red marks.

“Ow! It hurts! Please!” she sobbed, tears pooling on the wood.

“Squeeze him,” Tanya hissed, twisting Leah’s hair until her scalp burned. “Use your cunt, milk his cock. That’s how you take a raping.”

Tommy grunted, pounding her raw, his pace relentless. “Fuck, she’s tight,” he said, his voice low and thick. He shifted his angle, hitting deeper, grinding against her walls as her pussy twitched around him. Leah choked on sobs, clenching hard, her muscles aching as she tried to follow Tanya’s barked orders. Her cunt pulsed, slicking up despite the pain, and Tommy groaned, his thrusts turning sloppy. He gripped her ass cheeks, spread them wide, and slammed in one last time, flooding her with hot cum—thick spurts that coated her insides, leaking out around his cock as he kept pumping through it, smearing it over her thighs.

“Thank him,” Tanya ordered, smacking her ass red.

“T-thank you,” Leah whimpered, trembling, turning her head to kiss Tommy’s sweaty wrist.

“Good slut,” he said, pulling out slow, leaving her dripping and wrecked, cum sliding down her legs.

That afternoon, Tanya dragged Leah to the living room, shoved her onto the couch, and tossed her a dildo—thick, buzzing, and veined. “Rub your fuckhole,” Tanya said, flopping beside her and cracking a beer. She fired up rape porn on the TV—girls pinned, throats stuffed, cunts torn open by masked dudes. Leah’s hands shook as she slid the toy over her sore clit, wincing at the sting. Tanya watched, smirking, and every time Leah’s breath hitched, she’d yank her hair hard or rake her nails across her tits, leaving bloody scratches. “Get wet,” Tanya barked, and Leah rubbed faster, her pussy juicing up as the screams from the screen drilled into her skull.

Next morning, Leah was grabbing cereal when Tommy tackled her from behind, slamming her onto the kitchen floor. The tile was cold against her belly as he ripped her shorts down, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. “Time for round two,” he said, spitting on his palm and slicking his cock. Leah shrieked, “No! Tommy, stop!” but he ignored her, spreading her legs with his knee and shoving his dick into her cunt—slow at first, letting her feel the stretch, then deep and hard, his hips slamming her ass into the floor.

“Ow! It hurts!” she cried, her voice cracking as he fucked her raw, each thrust jolting her body, her tits bouncing under her tank. He gripped her thighs, hoisted them up, and pounded deeper, his balls smacking her ass cheeks, the wet slap of flesh echoing off the cabinets. Leah sobbed, her pussy burning, but Tanya’s voice rang in her head—squeeze him—and she clenched tight, her walls gripping his cock.

Tommy groaned, “Fuck, yeah,” and shifted, angling up to hit her G-spot, grinding slow then fast, relentless. Her cunt slicked more, betraying her, and he kept at it, dragging it out—pulling back to spit on her slit, then slamming in again, his fingers bruising her hips. Finally, he growled, thrusts turning erratic, and unloaded inside her, cum spilling hot and thick, pooling beneath her as he rode out the last few pumps.

“Thank me,” he said, panting.

“Thank you,” Leah gasped, kissing his hand, her body limp on the tile.

Two days later, Leah was in the hall, heading to her room, when Tommy grabbed her from behind, shoving her face-first into the wall. Her cheek scraped the paint as he yanked her leggings down, baring her ass. “Round three,” he muttered, spitting on his fingers and smearing it over her pussy. “No! Please!” she begged, but he pinned her arms up, pressed his chest to her back, and forced his cock in—slow and deliberate, stretching her sore cunt inch by inch. She whimpered, trapped, as he started fucking her, hard and deep, his hips slamming her into the wall, rattling the picture frames.

He gripped her hair, pulling her head back, and pounded faster, his dick slick with her juices now, the burn easing into a sick heat. “Squeeze,” he growled, and she did, clenching tight, her walls pulsing as he groaned, dragging it out—slow thrusts, then brutal ones, his free hand clawing her ass cheek bloody. Leah moaned through tears, her body shaking, and he came, flooding her pussy, cum dripping down her thighs as he kept thrusting, smearing it over her skin.

“Thank me,” he said, pulling out.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, kissing his knuckles, sliding down the wall to the floor.

A week later, Tanya and Tommy cornered her in the basement. Leah was folding laundry when Tanya shoved her onto the couch, yanking her shorts off. “Girls rape girls too,” Tanya said, spreading her own legs and shoving Leah’s face into her cunt—wet, musky, and shaved bare.

“Eat me while he fucks you.” Leah gagged, her tongue fumbling over Tanya’s clit as Tommy stepped up, unzipping. He spit on his cock, rubbed it over her pussy, and shoved in—deep and rough, rocking her forward into Tanya’s crotch. Leah sobbed into Tanya’s slit, licking sloppy as Tommy fucked her hard, his hands gripping her hips, slamming her ass back against him. Tanya moaned, grinding her cunt on Leah’s mouth, smearing juice over her lips, while Tommy pounded her raw, his dick stretching her wide, his balls slapping her clit with every thrust.

He dragged it out, pulling back slow to watch her pussy grip him, then slamming in, groaning as her walls twitched. Leah’s tongue worked Tanya’s clit, her sobs muffled, until Tanya shuddered, cumming on her face, coating her chin. Tommy kept going, fucking her relentless, then unloaded, cum spilling hot and thick, leaking out as he pumped through it. “Thank us,” Tanya said, and Leah kissed her thigh, then Tommy’s hand, wrecked and trembling.

Summer dragged on, and Tommy kept at her—fucking her in the garage over the workbench, in her bed at night, on the living room floor when Tanya wasn’t around. Tanya made her watch rape porn daily, rubbing her cunt until she came, her brain twisting until the violation felt right. By the time college hit, Leah was numb, conditioned, her pussy wet at the thought of it.

Her first party was a blur of cheap beer and loud music. She wore a tight skirt, no panties—Tommy’s training stuck—and stumbled into a back room for air. A guy—tall, buzzed, reeking of weed—grabbed her, shoving her face-down onto a stained mattress.

“No!” she yelped, but he didn’t care, flipping her skirt up and unzipping. His cock was thick, unwashed, and he spit on it, rubbing it over her pussy before jamming it in—slow at first, stretching her wide, then hard, slamming her into the springs. Leah moaned, her cunt slick from months of prep, and he fucked her raw, his hands clawing her ass, spreading her cheeks as he pounded deeper.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he laughed, shifting to hit her G-spot, dragging it out—slow thrusts, then fast, his balls smacking her clit, the mattress creaking under them. She squeezed him, like Tommy taught her, her walls pulsing, and he groaned, gripping her hair, fucking her harder, the bedframe banging the wall.

Her tits bounced free of her top, scraping the fabric, and he kept going, relentless, until he came—hot, thick spurts flooding her pussy, leaking down her thighs as he rode it out, panting.

“Thank you,” she gasped, kissing his arm when he pulled out, staggering to her feet, cum dripping as she smoothed her skirt and limped back to the dorm, broken-in and ready.