Dual Depravity ~ (Closed for fuckmeat)

Robert Jackson, or Robbie as some of his teammates on the St. Mary's Cardinals football and baseball teams called him, was in the process of finishing his homework. The last homework, he hoped, from his over the top, but kind of cool English teacher Mr. Hammer. With only two months left in school Mr. Hammer was taking a different approach then most of the other teachers, which was what made him cool; he was starting to ease up on all his students as they focused on their senior projects and applying to colleges. The other teachers were simply pouring it on. It was like they were trying to get the students to fail in their last marking period. Or at least it felt that way to Robert. It seemed that Ms. Jenkins, his math teacher, was the worst of all! He was in pre-Calculus for Christ's sake, he didn't even have to take the AP test at the end of the year, yet he heard through some of his nerdier friends that the AP class was on the same chapter as his! It wasn't fair.

With a sharp sound he closed his notebook with a smile; glad to be finished.

Immediately he stood up and loosened his tie, tossed it over the hook on his door, and began working on the rest of his uniform. Off came the vest that he washed about once a week, and he undid the first three buttons on his tee-shirt revealing the wife beater beneath. Under which barely hid his deep, powerful, masculine chest. Lastly his shoes and belt, but he left his pants on. For now.

He quickly flicked on his computer and took out his iPhone, as he waited for it to boot up he scanned the latest set of texts from his girlfriend Sally. Blond hair, blue eyes, perky tits, but really nothing in the way of an ass. Well, that was her only downfall really, on top of all her personality issues that were really starting to piss him off. She didn't know when to shut the fuck up, and was always running her mouth about their business, to all their friends. What made it worse was that they pretty much hung out with the same groups of peoples, so he always ended up hearing something about him and Sally before hearing it from her himself.

Sometimes he just wanted to smack that bitch.

This was one of those times. She'd told one of her BFF's (one of many, which Robert thought was fucking ridiculous) that he and her had decided to wait until getting married to have sex. Nothing could be further from the truth in Robert's mind. He was no virgin, and there was no reason to say he was. Little did he know this was Sally's way of dealing with his refusal to tell her who'd he'd slept with. With a frown, he called her, "Hey Sally."

"Uh... Hi Robbie..." He could hear it in her voice! She knew he was going to be pissed. That just made it worse.

"You know that I talked to Evelyn, don't you?"

"Uh... Nnn... Yes, so?"

"So? Where the fuck do you get off planning my life, without talking to me at all? In fact, knowing that I fucking would say something completely the opposite!"

"Your life? Robbie, it's our life!? I thought..."

"What the fuck did you think bitch? That I love you?" The sniffles he heard made him smile, for some reason.

"Fuck you Robbie. F-fu-"

"I thought you wanted to be a virgin? Bitch. Now you never will fuck me." He hung up, and immediately deleted, and blocked Sally's number. FUCK! He growled and slammed his fist on the desk, before relaxing slowly and taking several long, deep breaths. It was over. He smiled then, finally he wouldn't have to deal with that bitch anymore. Just a week or so of people talking about it, and he could deal with that much more easily then that cunts constant talking. With a final shake of his head, and soft chuckle he began surfing the net. Going straight to the most sadistic site he could find. Then his pants did drop down, though not entirely off, for now.

As he imagined beating Sally's pretty face into a bloody pulp, he couldn't himself as his twin sisters face began flashing in front of his eyes. She'd always been in his fantasy's, ever since he hit puberty. It was just impossible to remove her, no matter how sick and disgusting the pictures on the screen got, it was her face that he saw at least half of the time. Especially whenever he tried to picture Sally, it was always Rhea that came into the picture, he didn't know why. Probably some psycho-babble bullshit about the two of them growing up together, taking baths and all that shit. He couldn't focus on it, as an image of her screaming as he pounded his thick cock between her slim hips overwhelmed him, and he grunted out his climax.

After cleaning up he headed downstairs to see what the fuck was going on.

Megan was sitting on the couch curled into a ball reading, she was always reading, and at twelve years old could even carry on conversations with Robert's parents when the mood suited her. He said hi, and then went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Their parents were gone for the weekend, today was Friday, and Robert already had a party planned for tomorrow night. Mega, somehow, of course knew about it, but she could easily be kept quiet with the promise of a sleepover, pizza, and going to catch a movie. It was Rhea that Robert was a little worried about, sometimes she could be a bitch about these things. He sat on the couch next to Megan, and flicked on the TV as he waited for Rhea to get home.

Rhea and her best friend, Cody, were walking home from school, taking the scenic route. They cut through a park and Cody lit a cigarette, taking a few drags and then passing it over. Rhea took a deep pull, it had been a long week. She had died her hair dark red, angering her mother, who had preferred her natural dark brown colour. She'd also been caught kissing an older guy who worked in the local garage. His name was Jason, he was 21 and he filled people's gas tanks when he wasn't sat outside his trailer smokng pot. Rhea thought he was hot and worldy, her mother thought he was a waster and an unplanned pregnancy waiting to happen.

Rhea had developed quite a taste for pot, she loved the woozy feeling it gave her, almost as much as when Jason shoved his rough hands in her panties and rubbed her clit hard with calloused fingertips. Rhea hadn't let him remove her trousers or panties yet but she had let him suck and even nibble her firm little tits while she arched and gasped for him. She had sucked his cock too, though he always sat back in his chair and smoked when she blew him. Rhea had fantasies of him pushing his cock into her mouth and making her do it, but she'd never tell. She was hooked on his powerful physique, the muscles he'd developed humpng tyres and stuff around the garage. It all seemed gritty and raw compared to the well groomed guys who strutted around her school, her brother Robbie being a case in point. She'd been banned from seeing Jason a number of times but Rhea remained undeterred. She wanted to have sex with him too, but she wanted him to be rough. Jason talked endlessly about how gentle he would be, that she'd enjoy it and he'd never hurt her. He talked about eating out her pussy until she was wet and ready for him, so there was hardly any pain at all.

And that just did nothing for Rhea.

If he had pushed her into it, she'd probably have yielded. Something deep and dark inside Rhea wanted Jason to make her, to take her and fuck her like an animal. Poor Jason would never know how close he had been to fucking hot little Rhea Jackson, if only he'd been more of an asshole.

"So your parents are away this weekend." Cody said, looking excited as though Rhea was going to have the opportunity to party with her brother and his arrogant friends around. Rhea rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Robbie will have people over and get drunk, then by Monday he'll have polished his halo. I'll be spending mosty of my time with Jason." She added airily.

"You're going to stay with him? Are you gonna... you know?"

"Fuck him?" Rhea enjoyed using explicit language in front of Cody, she was so easy to shock. "Yeah, probably. It's time."

The two girls giggled together, emerging from the park just as Robbie shot past in his car. He had got a car on his eighteenth, albeit that it had a small engine and was twenty years old. Rhea had wanted a car but her father had told her there was 'plenty of time for that sort of thing,' fucking chauvinist fossil that he was.

They had been born five minutes apart but Rhea would probably have to wait another year before she would be able to drive. It was so unfair.

Twins were supposed to be close, even non-identical ones. They were supposed to have an affinity, even be able to feel one another's pain. Robbie and Rhea were nothing like that. He had been born first and a whole 3lb heavier than her, 6lb to her 3. The obstetrician had told her parents he had been taking the lion's share of the nutirients, with a placenta that was twice the size of her own. Robbie had starved her, even in the womb.

Things hadn't got a whole lot better since. Now he was a tall, strapping sports player who also had fantastic grades. Rhea on the other hand was still not quite five feet tall and she was a thin, under-developed little thing. She looked closer to Megan's age than Robbie's, a fact he enjoyed pointing out, calling her 'the runt' when he was being particularly obnoxious. He could charm their parents in a way that Rhea had simply never learned and even now, when there was only FIVE FUCKING MINUTES age difference between them, he had been left in charge for the weekend, a fact he would cram down her throat till she spat it at him.

Rhea made decent grades but never quite as good as Robbie and she didn't play sports. She was gothic and alternative, listening to hard rock and metal music whose lyrics were enough to give her mother a stroke. She wanted to go to college and study psychology, which her father maintained wasn't even a 'real subject.' Robbie had been pushing his girlfriend closer to sex for weeks now, she had heard him through their bedroom wall imploring her to 'suck him before his balls went blue.' Jason wasn't a selfish, manipulative little shit and so he'd never be accepted by her family, even though he'd never pressured Rhea into anything.

Put simply, she loathed her brother and the feeling was mutual.

Rhea stalked past his car out front and let herself into the house. Now their parents had left he was going to be insufferable. She went straight past him and Megan, marching to her room before flinging herself down on her bed. She wanted to go to Jason's but Robbie would be straight on the phone to their mother. Her laptop sat on her desk, offering her potential release but not now. Robbie was bound to come up and throw his weight around on principle.

Sure enough, she could hear his heavy tread on the stairs.

While maintaining some semblance of decency by knocking on the door first, Robert didn't even bother to listen for the resounding denial that was bound to come from the inside, he just walked the fuck in like he owned the place. He did it because he did, right now, with their parents gone. They knew he was an angel and though they suspected he threw parties when they were gone, he'd been doing it for four years and not once had anything been broken (or at least not replaced) by the time they arrived home. As hard as he partied, he worked harder cleaning up the mess the day after. It wasn't just an image thing for him as much as Rhea whined that it was. He was somewhat of a neat freak. Robert just hated things being messy and dirty. Like her fucking room.

He was incredibly tempted to just start cleaning up, but stead he wiggled his toes in his socks and bounced a little on his toes as he reached up to touch the ceiling and stretch out fully. Though he didn't realize it consciously, subconsciously, part of him was always trying to piss Rhea off, like now, showing her just how tall and well built he was.

"I'm having a party tonight," He said flatly; daring her to object.

"I know."

"You're staying here."

"Don't expect me to talk to your friends. They're fucking pigs."

"Ha, look why don't you... Invite some of your friends?" He didn't know why he was being nice, perhaps his situation with Sally just pissed him off enough to not feel like taking everything out on Rhea right now. He saw her eyes light up a little, and he quickly added.

"Don't even think about bringing that fucking looser over here, capishe?"

He turned and left without listening to whatever retort she had coming. He really didn't fucking care. His word was law around here this weekend, even Megan knew that. All she did was try to get every favor she could and stay on his good side, why couldn't Rhea do that? Give him a blow job, and he might even have bought her some weed if she asked nice enough... With his cum plastered on her tiny breasts... Hehe, he brushed the thoughts aside as he began planning, calling his friends up, getting some of the girls to come over, same-sex parties were the worst. Lining up people to bring grub and booze. A few of the kids fathers were bartenders, and a few more owned booze and liquor shops. They knew their kids would behave themselves. Especially at Roberts house.

As dumb as his football chums were, there was nobody better at being his cops, nothing more hardcore then weed was allowed at his party, and all smoking was done outside or in the never used basement. Get drunk? GTFO. They were big, dumb, and 100% loyal to Robert. He enjoyed the power over them, and the girls that came with them. In all reality the primary reason he had a girlfriend was that he honestly thought he needed one, just for looks, style, whatever, but in truth he could have sex with one phone call for the most part. So that obviously wasn't the reason he had a girl friend. In fact, the more he thought about it the more he wondered why the fuck did he have a girl friend in the first place?

All of a sudden Megan's far too mature voice broke through his thoughts, "Starting early Robbie?"

He looked down at the Jack Daniels in his glass, and then grinned over at his little sister.

"So? Want a taste?" She screwed up her face, and went back to reading her book. She'd tried it once already, and nearly puked her Mac'n Cheese all over the carpeted living room. Luckily Robert had pushed her head into her open backpack just in the nick of time.

"You ready to go over to Jenny's house?"

"You're drinking."

"So?"

"You can't drive."

"We'll walk."

"Okay! Lemme get my stuff! Remember, you promised pizza, and a movie!"

"Yea yea, hurry up short stuff."

Rhea sulked in her room for a few monutes longer and then deliberated about going over to Cody's. She had been planning to visit Jason first but found that she didn't want to go over there in a bad mood like this. Jason was mellow from the inside out and really didn't get why she hated her own brother so much, and a twin at that. He had no family to speak of however, which would explain why he was always suggesting that she should value hers more. Rhea thought he was fortunate, she'd love to live in a trailer on her own. Anyfuckingwhere that Robbie wasn't would be good enough for her. In the end she called Cody and invited her over, telling her about the party.

"Ok, but I have to be home by midnight." Cody insisted. Rhea rolled her eyes. Cody never put a foot wrong but her father was really strict. It was no surprise though, given how Cody looked. She was petite like Rhea but had slim curves to speak of and she'd developed breasts that were in proportion to her frame, rather than the glorified nipples that Rhea had. Cody and Rhea had become friends on the first day of school, specifically because they'd been the two smallest girls in the whole damn place when they started.

"Can't you just sleep over at mine? You don't have to tell your parents there's going to be a party here."

"Um... I'm not really supposed to be hanging out with you... since you got with Jason." She admitted. Rhea blushed and fell silent. She had known something had been on Cody's mind but this was a bit of a shock. She knew Cody's parents almost as well as her own. "So... I'll have to say I'm somewhere else, which means being home at midnight."

"Ok, that's fine I guess. Bring something to wear though that you can change into."

Rhea showered and changed while she waited for Cody. She had a new dress that she hadn't worn before. It was the most adult item of clothing she had ever bought, unless cute bra and panty sets counted. It lifted her small tits and made something of them, while emphasising her tiny waist and flaring over her ass to give her artificial curves. Rhea had bought it to wear for Jason but hadn't had the nerve to go to his trailer all dressed up. She pulled her boots on and then made her face up with heavy dark kohl around her eyes and dark red gloss on her lips.

Cody took her time in coming over and Rhea found herself bored. She turned the key on her bedroom door and fired up her laptop, raiding her bookmarks folder for a porn video she'd watched recently. Rhea hadn't even known she could watch the stuff she fantasised about until Robbie had somehow rigged the family network's parental controls. Now at the click of a button she would watch a hot chick getting throatfucked, gagging and retching while the guy slapped her face until he demanded she put out her tongue. Rhea's fingers slipped inside her thong, seeking a quick, hard climax. The scene went on to show the girl's tits and ass being smacked around, then the guy pinned her down and fucked her pussy, choking her as he did so, watching the fight go out of her. He got her to beg him to put it in her ass and then he took her ass brutally, splitting it open with his big cock. Rhea didn't like the films where women took all this with a smile. The girl she was watching wailed and cried while he took her, even telling him to stop towards the end. Regular porn left her completely cold and she had no clue why, all she knew was that this was the kind of sex she wanted someday.

By the time the throatfuck was about done though, Rhea had cum into her hand. She left the video part viewed and closed the laptop as she heard Cody on the stairs. After a few drinks she knew she'd come back to watch the rest and have a more leisurely session.

Cody changed into a pretty silver dress and Rhea was jealous of the way she filled it out. She swiped some vodka and diet coke from Robbie's party stash, something she felt justified in doing. His allowance was larger than hers because he had to buy gas for his car, the poor guy. The girls giggled and primped, listening as Robbie's friends began to arrive downstairs. When the house seemed fairly busy, Rhea locked her bedroom door behind them and they went downstairs. She realised that boys were looking at her. Boys always looked at Cody, so much so that Rhea usually felt invisible beside her friend. Tonight though, some were cast her way as well. The girls made their way over to an area Robbie had designated as dance floor. A guy even tried to dance with Rhea, something that had never happened to her before. She stared at him incredulously, fully expecting to be on the receiving end of some practical joke. After a few moments he took the hint and wandered off. He had actually been genuine. Rhea danced with Cody and tried to adjust to the difference her new dress seemed to have made to her.

Robert managed to drop Megan off without much of an issue other then swearing at least twenty times to take her out for pizza and a movie the following day, along with promising not to drive anymore for the rest of the night, sometimes she was annoying, but it was those qualities that he also adored. She was so unlike Rhea, perhaps that was the most important one? As he hurried back home he thought over his preparations, because having too few drinks was quite the party killer. He realized he didn't have much of a music selection at the last moment, and called Raul who was the schools unofficial DJ who said he'd swing by and hook them up. In fact he'd already heard of the party from some of his friends. Robert wondered briefly why that hadn't surprised him at all. He arrived back home only moments before Cody showed up. He let her in, and they joked a bit before she headed upstairs. If it wasn't for Rhea's insistence, Robert was pretty sure he and Cody would have hooked up by now. She was such a bitch sometimes. No matter how different her and Sally were, they were still both bitches, just in different ways.

The anger consumed him for a moment, and he didn't realize that he'd started on another glass of JD until the doorbell rang. With a frown; he made a mental note to back off the drinks, as Megan's eerily adult voice came floating back through his consciousness.

He answered the door and invited everyone. The girls were always first to arrive for some reason, and Robert's ego said it was because they all wanted a piece of him. He served them all drinks from his private stash, since the others hadn't arrived yet, and once they were all seated comfortably around the living room they shot the shit for a little. It mostly consisted of him saying things, and them giggling even though they weren't all funny.

As people began to stream in, and Raul showed up with music things really got started. Of course after making the mental note not to drink, it lasted about as long as it took for his teammates to show up and start doing shots. After that it was off to the races. He danced, drank, laughed, and flirted a little bit, but his heart wasn't into that part. Anytime he started getting interested in the front of a girl, she'd say something that would remind him of Sally and he'd get pissed off. Why the fuck couldn't they just keep their mouths shut and let him enjoy a little grinding? Towards the end of the night two things really, really started to bug him. People began avoiding him as his scowl grew, and his eyes began to get unfocused.

First off, he was sure that there was some rumor about Sally and him going around the room. Far too often he caught glances after whispers of people looking at him and either smiling sadly with pity, or giggling. Of the two he hated the pity more so, because he had no idea what they were pitying him for. He'd been the one to break up with that fucking tease! Secondly, even glancing at his sister was beginning to piss him off. Anytime that he got close with one of the dancers, he'd catch a glimpse of her and something bitchy from her endless repertoire would echo in his head. So even the girls that did shut the fuck up and grind their tight asses against his crotch were useless. It didn't take very long for him to confirm that he was right about the first thing. Tugging one of the slutty cheerleaders out into the hallway, and putting the fear of God into her very bones while demanding to know what the fuck was going on. Apparently, Sally wasn't a virgin. She had been teasing him along.

This happened towards the end of the party when it was just a few small cliques hanging out sipping whatever alcohol was left. When Robert stormed out of the house with a bottle of Jack in his hands they knew it was time to leave, so they did quietly. There was barely more then a cupful left, and he finished it in a few seconds before hurling the bottle over the fence and onto the street.

There was a sound behind him, and he spotted Rhea checking on him.

Fucking bitch. He thought as he stormed back into the house. The mess of a party just tickling his anger bone as he waded through it on his way up the stairs. There was a thud as he collided with the wall, and then another as he kneed the stairs.

"Fuck!" He snarled as he pushed himself up, and into Rhea's door with another loud bang.

It was fucking locked, locked?!

With a growl he lowered his shoulder and the small lock ripped from the door frame.

He burst into the room, hands on his knees, eyes glowing but unfocused. His face lined with a snarl.

Cody had finally gone home, walked there by one of Robbie's friends. Rhea had waved them off at the door after making Cody vow to text her when she was home safe. It wasn't a long walk really but Rhea simply didn't trust anyone who thought her arrogant ass of a brother was cool. He had been on a mission all night, she had seen him in her peripheral vision. He had drunk too much and been livid about something.

When she had gone to wait for the bathroom to be free, she had found out why. Some of the girls ahead of her in the line that had formed were gossiping about Sally, how she had ditched Robbie and about the guy called Pedro that she had been seeing behind his back. Sally had apparently put the word out that Robbie was... well... kinda under-endowed. Pedro was the one who had gotten to push her buttons. One of the girls had spotted Rhea at that point and shushed the others but it was too late.

Rhea went downstairs after she finally got to pee and saw Robbie virtually pinning some girl to the wall in the hallway. Poor drunk bitch was genuinely scared of him and she said something that made Robbie stalk out front with his bottle of Jack. Sensing that this party could turn into a house-wrecking debacle if her brother's mood took it that way, Rhea followed him outside to witness her usually radiantly happy brother flinging his bottle into the street. That was the kind of shit that made neighbours call cops out but when he turned and glared at her, Rhea kept her mouth shut and slunk back inside. She hadn't thought he gave much of a shit about Sally but he looked feral. Then she realised he was angry and hurting because someone had managed to dent his reputation. This was so utterly pathetic to Rhea, who had no rep to speak of, that she abruptly ceased caring about him.

Back inside Robbie's loyal team-mates were making people leave and Rhea was glad. Things could have turned ugly. She poured one last drink and then swayed slightly unsteadily up to her room and locked the door. Time to finish what she started earlier and then she could sleep.

Rhea moved her laptop over to her bed and stretched out beside it, sipping on her vodka and cola. She was a little drunk but no more than that. She flipped the screen up and continued playing the video from before, plugging in her headphones so nobody else could overhear. Rhea opened her bedside drawer and retrieved a couple of clothespins. She pushed the halter of her dress aside for a moment so she could clamp her nipples. It always made her cum harder for some reason. She kicked her boots and panties off and lifted her skirt so she could play with her pussy. She lay there splayed across the bed, rubbing herself and watching the film.

She was alternating between slapping and rubbing her wet pussy when Robbie burst in. Rhea's free hand was twisting a makeshift clamp and her whole body froze when he came crashing through her locked door like a wild animal. His eyes were glazed and feral. Rhea's bed was at a right angle to the door so she slipped off of the side furthest from him, letting her dress fall to hide her pussy. She yanked the clothespins from her nipples and threw them to the floor, swiftly arranging the halter of her dress with her hands, yelling at him as the video continued to play out through her abandoned earphones. The screen was turned away from Robbie and Rhea hoped he'd be drunk enough not to guess what kind of video she must have been watching. If he did she would never, ever live it down.

"Who the hell do you think you are? GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM!"

Robbie stood his ground, enraging Rhea. Even though she was barely dressed and blushing scarlet, she stood her ground too. She might hate her brother, but the last thing she imagined he was to her was a sexual predator. It didn't even enter her head. She thought he must have had so much booze he staggered into the wrong room.

"Don't you burst in here giving it the big 'I am' just cause that stupid bitch dumped you! This is MY ROOM and you have NO RIGHT!

The first outburst by Rhea didn't even register for Robert. As wasted as he was he still knew what she'd been doing. He didn't see everything that he would've seen if he wasn't plastered, but what he saw was more than enough for him to make some easy conclusions. "What the~" He breathed, as he stepped a bit closer and grabbed the top of the laptop spinning it as the faint sounds from the headphone reached his ears before being drowned in Rhea's next scathing words. Her attitude annoyed the fuck out of when he wasn't drunk, and now that he was drunk it pissed him off to know fucking end. Each syllable was like a dagger, while exactly what she was saying was more like a fucking sword being crammed down his throat, or a cock. Yea, a fucking cock. Just like the fucking video, and just like what he decided he was going to do to his own fucking cunt of a little sister.

"Don't you burst in here giving it the big 'I am' just cause that stupid bitch dumped you! This is MY ROOM and you have NO RIGHT!

"Shut the FUCK up you little WHORE!!!" He screamed in his loudest, and deepest tone that was typically reserved for the middle of a football game when he was trying to get one of his panicked, or cocky teammates to listen to him.

Picking up the laptop he held it out facing Rhea, "You like that?"

His question stunned her. She didn't have an answer for that, because it would have been easy enough for her to rebuff the typical, 'What is this?' With, 'Don't act like you don't ever jerk off?' But he wasn't asking about the generally accepted practice of getting off. No. He was referring directly to the whore on the screen getting a cucumber sized dick stuffed down her throat to the point where she was retching up anything left in her empty stomach. For once Rhea had nothing to say, and at that instant he knew he was right too, "Fucking whore... I have every fucking right to do whatever the fuck I want with my fucking girlfriend without the entire fucking bumsvillie townsfolk talking about it, and I have every right to punish the little whore of a sister who's watching this shit..."

At first it seemed like he was just saying that, but then he moved. Clumsily, but too quickly and too strongly for Rhea. He lurched across the bed and grabbed for her throat, but missed and got her hair which he yanked anyways until she was lying on her stomach staring up at his cock that he had whipped out rather dexterously for the amount of booze he'd been drinking. As she began to speak, he seized her jaw with one hand, and the other remain in her hair before pulling her mouth onto his mostly soft dick, but in mere seconds it was hardening to it's impressive length and girth. He held here there with all his power until his dick was erect and choking her, and then he began moving his hips. Fucking her face just like the porn star on the computer screen that was staring up at him, fucking her hard, even slamming her nose into his pubic bone on more than one occasion. The tightness and warmth had his balls churning quickly, but his intoxication was also keeping him from cumming instantly.

"Like that whore! Fucking stuuupid... Fuckin... A... Whore!!!"

"Shut the FUCK up you little WHORE!!!"

Rhea fell into a shocked silence, finally beginning to realise just how thoroughly her twin had lost the plot. His eyes bugged out of his head at her and a vein in his temple throbbed as he sprayed her with the words from over ten feet away. Rhea's voice dropped to a low, conciliatory tone.

"Ok bro... calm down. You're wasted and-"

"You like that?"

He had spun the laptop round so she could see it. The girl on the screen was being brutally throatfucked by a guy who had at least a ten inch rod. She was resisting too but the guy had her in too strong a grip. The sounds the girl was making were pitiful, as evidenced by the headphones Robbie had pulled from the laptop while waving it around. A scarlet flush blazed up Rhea's pale throat to the apples of her cheeks and she actually shook with humiliation as Robbie stared her down. When she finally managed to meet his gaze it was clear she had hesitated too long.

"Fucking whore... I have every fucking right to do whatever the fuck I want with my fucking girlfriend without the entire fucking bumsville townsfolk talking about it, and I have every right to punish the little whore of a sister who's watching this shit..."

Now it was Rhea's eyes that were bugging, with utter disbelief. Punish her? Robbie lunged at her across the bed but he was drunk enough for Rhea to evade him... almost. He missed her neck and got a firm grip on her hair, pulling her forwards across the bed. She watched in what to her was slow motion as her own twin brother dragged her face towards his other hand that was freeing his cock.

"No!"

That was all she managed to say before he had prised her jaw open and crammed her face down onto him. Rhea wondered if there was anyone else left in the house. He was way too strong for her, it was terrifyingly easy for him to hold her head in place while her body flailed and fought uselessly, trying to push away from him against his powerful thighs. His cock swelled and filled her tiny mouth, pushing against the tight sphincter of her throat and still he held her there. Rhea hauled a final breath in through her nose and tried to prepare herself for the suddenly inevitable. Robbie's far from under-endowed assholehood pushed insistently into her throat, making her gag helplessly.

Then his hips eased back and bucked forwards, shoving even more pulsing flesh down into her oesophagus as her brother grunted with savage satisfaction. Rhea could do nothing but kneel there helplessly as he started skullfucking her, gripping her head and using her face as though it was her pussy.

"Like that whore! Fucking stuuupid... Fuckin... A... Whore!!!"

Here eyes were already streaming but Rhea cried harder as he called her such abusive names. She had fantasised about rough sex in principle but never with her wasted fuckwad of a brother as the perpetrator. In her mind it had always been Jason or her favourite film and music stars treating her like that poor girl in the film. Something in Rhea snapped and she closed her jaw, biting down on the base of his shaft. Her small hands flew up to grip his balls and squeeze them cruelly, pulling them downwards sharply in an effort to make him stop.

But the lack of oxygen was making her light headed, kicking an endorphine rush into her vein on top of the adrenaline. She shook and swayed on his rock hard shaft as inexplicable pleasure built within her and her pussy continued to throb and drip as though she was still happily watching the film.

"Ahhhh you fucking bitch!"

Thud.

Robert's fist fell heavily like the judge's gravel as it slammed into Rhea's spine directly between her shoulder blades; forcing whatever air was left in her lungs out and making her let go of his bruised balls and angry red cock. If it wasn't for the hand on her jaw she could have nearly bitten it off, he was sure, but now she'd just gone and pushed him down into the furthest depths of the deep end he'd been tossed into earlier. The blow to her back had not only stunned her, but knocked her off of his cock and into the bed where she lay gasping for air like a fish on dry land.

Seeing that she wouldn't be cooperative his racing, alcohol controlled mind spotted where the dress had risen up her thighs.

The fleshy white skin gave him an idea that his mind would normally have considered, before rejecting. Now, there was neither consideration, nor rejection. It was simply a done deal. Reaching out he grabbed her ankle and yanked it violently; spinning her on the bed so that she was now facing away from him, and still on her stomach. The spin had knocked the laptop off the bed, and rearranged her sheets haphazardly; strangely the untidiness just pissed Robert off even more, so did the fact that he noticed it. As Rhea struggled to catch her breath and lift herself off the bed at the same time. Putting all of his weight into his hands he pushed her back down onto the bed by her shoulder, and then yanked her back so that she was kneeling, but her face and shoulders were still pinned down in the covers.

His rock hard boner sat nestled between her butt cheeks through the light fabric of her dress; oozing pre-cum and spittle onto the thin design, soaking it through.

"You little whore! You fucking bit me, such a crazy bitch, what the fuck do you think you're doing? You like this you little whore. You're a whore Rhea. My sister, is a whore."

The last words sort of slipped out and things got quite, for a brief second Robert was lucid enough to realize what he said and some part of him urged that this was not right. However, more of his lucid side remembered the countless times he'd wanted to do something just like this, and his righteous anger at having his ego demolished earlier today didn't help. With a snarl the alcoholic frenzy consumed him again as he flipped up her dress, placed the head of his throbbing manhood between her wet pussy lips, and pushed as hard as he could with his hips. The satisfying grunt from Rhea was followed quickly by a scream, one that he couldn't stand, so he lifted her head off the bed by her hair and twisted it to the side.

"Shut the fuck up whore."

Roughly he bounced his hips; pulling her back to meet his thrusts by her hair.

"You like this shit. You want someone... You want that prick to do this to you, but he won't? Will he? He's just a fucking looser. Can't even get him angry, well, guess what bitch? I'm fucking angry, and I'm fucking your slutty," A big thrust came just then, one that made him groan, "Little," Another grunt, "Cunt." No longer could he talk, Robert just grunted with every thrust, and grew larger within her tight confines with every scream she let loose. He was moving violently, his erection growing, but the need to cum seemingly far away. What broke his concentration was the sudden moan he heard from his sister, and the way her tight pussy began clamping down around his enormous cock. It didn't take long for her to start cumming, and by the time her second or third orgasm rolled around. Robert was ready too.

With a powerful yank of her hair he brought Rhea's face up next to his own so that she was almost standing vertical on her knees, "Take my cum bitch. That's all you're fucking good for."

Before she could even draw breath Robbie had spun her round and pinned her to the bed with her ass in the air. He muffled her face in the covers and let his cock press against her pussylips, threatening her with it. It was bigger than Jason's, that was for sure.

"You little whore! You fucking bit me, such a crazy bitch, what the fuck do you think you're doing? You like this you little whore. You're a whore Rhea. My sister, is a whore."

He was slurring somewhat but there was no mistaking what Robbie now thought of her. He paused for a long moment, so long that Rhea even began to hope he would realise this was a family shattering bad idea or discover he was too drunk to abuse her any further.

He snarled and flipped her skirt up, and all bets were off. Robbie forced his slimy cock into her tiny pussy, stretching her wet hole and ripping through her virginity. Rhea screamed as she felt the stab of abdominal pain that caused her, the rush of hot blood.

Robbie responded by flipped her head to the side by the hair and snarling at her.

"Shut the fuck up whore."

He used her hair as leverage, powering in and out of her poor pussy. His athletic body went into overdrive, annihilating her bleeding hole like a pneumatic drill. All the while he grunted lewdly or spat abuse at her.

"You like this shit. You want someone... You want that prick to do this to you, but he won't? Will he? He's just a fucking looser. Can't even get him angry, well, guess what bitch? I'm fucking angry, and I'm fucking your slutty... little... cunt."

The last three powerful thrusts were slower and Rhea's cries dropped in pitch abruptly as her battered pussy finally clamped down onto him. Sensing victory, Robbie continued with the slow, deep thrusts until she came, bucking back against him helplessly.

After that she stopped trying to get away. Rhea told herself she was letting Robbie do as he pleased so he wouldn't beat the shit out of her and that was mostly true... but her body wasn't interested in her mind's rationale, it just throbbed and rippled on him, making her cry out at times because the violent loss of her virginity made the whole thing painful... but deliciously so. She tried to ride out a second orgasm without him noticing but didn't know how successful she was. Finally Robbie picked up speed again, clearly after his own climax now.

He yanked her upright so he could growl low in her ear. The harsh tone he used went straight through Rhea, making her shudder.

"Take my cum bitch. That's all you're fucking good for."

Her eyes widened and suddenly Rhea was on planet Earth again, with a hell of a bump.

"No! Robbie you can't! I'm not on any birth control. I..." She found that she couldn't bring herself to point out that he'd just taken her cherry without even noticing. "You can't cum in me... please don't!"

"I can't?" The logic of the entire situation wouldn't hit Robert for... Quite some time. For now the only thing the wholly occupied his drug mind, littered as it was with endorphins, was the fact that she told him he can't. Just like that bitch Sally told him he couldn't whenever he wanted something more than a little hot kissing, or soft handjob. Well fuck her. Hehehe, he was fucking her, wasn't he? With a sadistic little girl he slowed. Just to make her think that he might be listening, but really he just wanted to prolong the delicious moment as power swam through his veins. The helpless desperation in her voice building up the amount of cum building deep within his young balls.

Slowly, carefully, almost kindly he began to remove his dick.

"Fine," He breathed as it nearly came out of her entirely, before he pushed it back inside of her violently and held it right at the entrance to her womb. A pulse ran through his cock, but still he didn't cum. He pulled Rhea tightly against him and slipped one hand to her tiny breast, and the other to her erect and slippery clit. "Fine." He breathed again as he pinched her nipple viciously and twisted. Her clitoris he couldn't get a grip on, so he just crammed his thumb against it and pushed violently with short choppy jerks to stimulate the abused flesh.

"I won't cum in you, but you'll make me. Won't you, slut?"

Another pinch and vicious grinding of his thumb proved him entirely correct.

Her insides squeezed him; milking his tool delightfully. He felt his balls rise, ready to spew his baby making seed into his sister. A small feeling of dread and ice settled in his stomach, and he wasn't able to cum. However, another violent twist of her tit, and punish scrape of her clitoris and her body began to react again. This time his cock shuddered within her, and they both waited breathlessly. It seemed like an eternity to Robert before the familiar wash of pleasure shot through his dick, and then the rest of his body. Pulse after pulse of semen flowed from his cock, by the end Robert was both empty and incredibly sensitive. He shuddered violently as her cunt tried to milk more from his beyond empty balls. They tensed in response, but nothing came out.

Robert slipped from inside of her and let go. The lost of balance tumbled him onto the floor, and when he stood he seemed to realize that he had been coming up the stairs for something else. Without a word he stumbled into his room, and onto his bed. Where he fell heavily and quickly passed into an exhausted sleep.

The first sun rays woke Robert up with a start, and cry of agony.

His head was pounding violently. Like he'd never felt before. He hurried into the bathroom and quickly popped five advil's with a big glass of cold water, and immediately he realized he needed to piss like a racehorse, as soon as he was finished he walked back into his room. He blinked with blurry eyes, and sat on the edge of his bed, "What fucking happened?" He breathed as he cupped his face in his hands and tried to think about what had happened the night before.

The first thing he remembered was being angry, at Sally, and then... Everyone else.

Especially Rhea... That little cunt! But why, what had she done?

What had she....

There was a knock at the door.

Rhea had barely slept. She hadn't been anywhere near as drunk as her brother and he had scared the shit out of her. Even after his snores started rumbling through the wall, Rhea remained exactly as he had left her, too traumatised and scared to move lest he came back and got violent again.

It wasn't fair, the way he had forced her body to milk him. None of this was fair, but that had been particularly cruel. She had been able to do precisely nothing as he held her tight against him and manipulated her body into betraying her. Now his thick semen coated her insides and was smeared across her pussy lips and inner thighs, pink with her virgin blood. Rhea had considered showering but all the crime shows she had ever watched had counselled against that. Was she going to call the cops on him? Was she going to get her own brother sent to prison for rape?

Rhea did not even know whether this was the first time Robbie had committed rape. He was certainly arrogant enough to think that sex was his god given right. She remembered how pushy he had been with his ex girlfriend, how resentful that she wasn't ready and wanted to wait. And that girl he had pinned against the wall in the hallway, had he been planning to take advantage of her drunkenness and rape her? Perhaps Rhea wandering by had thwarted his plan, perhaps that was why he had turned on her instead?

It chilled Rhea to the bone, to think that her own twin brother was capable of violent and even premeditated rape. Even though she had been watching that video when he stormed in, the bastard had had no right. He had certainly had no right to wring those orgasms out of her and thereby somehow justify his hideous crime. He had definitely had no right spewing his cum inside her when he knew she wasn't on birth control.

By morning, she had cried her way through an entire box of tissues, dozing fitfully, plagued by vivid dreams and flashbacks that all featured Robbie raping and mocking her. Rhea's abdomen ached and her pussy was raw. Her pussylips were swollen too and almost certainly bruising from the force he had used. By the time the sun was up, she had a fist sized bruise on her shoulder, very sore tits and her pussy was a ruination, bruised and throbbing with pain, still leaking a vile concoction of morning-after effluvia. She bore scratches across her tits and marks where he had dug his fingernails into her hips and asscheeks.

This was it, her proof, the kind of injuries the police would be interested in.

And yet...

Rhea found herself dwelling morbidly on everything Robbie had done to her. That was understandable. What was less hard to comprehend was the way her mind lingered over the details, replaying his taunts again and again in her head as he threw her around and called her a bitch and a whore. Rhea remembered the way she had screamed and bucked as he tore through her hymen and her pussy pulsed with pain as fresh wetness started to creep down over her internal injuries. Her clit was suddenly hard and aching, begging her to masturbate over the whole incident, telling her how hard it would make her cum.

"No!"

Rhea pulled on a bathrobe and plopped down on her bed with her cellphone. Now was the time to call the police, before her brother woke up. Rhea dialled in 9 and then 1 but she hesitated over the last digit and the call cancelled. Maybe she should call their parents? Her mother?

Rhea dismissed that idea. As much as it pained her to admit it, they simply wouldn't believe her. Her brother was their golden child, the one with godlike beauty who excelled at everything he turned his hand to. Rhea simply exasperated them, with her utter rejection of anything pink or conventionally girly, her average academic success, her tiny 'runty' frame. Her parents often accused her of craving attention but they never seemed to comprehend just what a huge chunk of it Robbie commanded. Everything she did wilted in the shadow of Robbie's apparently effortless success. She studied harder than he did but made poorer grades and her parents just couldn't be as proud of her effort as they were of Robbie's achievement. Then there was Megan, another beautiful child who had the decency to stick to convention. She was sweet and obedient, everything she owned was pink or purple. Megan was already the daughter Rhea would never be. And it had never hurt her more than now, the realisation that her own parents would never believe her.

If her parents refused to accept what had happened to her, Rhea deduced that she would get nowhere with the police. Her mom and dad would only have to open their mouths in hushed tones about her rebelliousness, under-achievement and attention seeking, not to mention her passionate jealousy about Robbie's academic achievement and popularity. They would 'naturally' assume that Jason was the one who had raped her. Rhea would be called a vindictive liar and Jason could well find himself arrested for no good reason.

But the DNA? The DNA inside her would be Robbie's. Even he couldn't charm his way out of that one. Reassured, she took a deep breath and dialled the number.

9... 1... 1.

"... please state the nature of your emergency..."

The door to Robbie's room crashed open, making Rhea flinch so hard that she dropped her cell phone and disconnected the call. She listened in horror as he coughed and staggered to the bathroom. Her phone rang shrilly and she answered quickly, lest Robbie realised what she was doing.

"Ma'am we've just had an emergency call from this number, is everything ok?"

Rhea tried to whisper without sounding like she was whispering, no mean feat when her voice was hoarse from crying all night.

"I'm very sorry Sir, it was a mistake. My cell dialled you by accident. I'm very sorry."

The operator gave her a mini-lecture on wasting his time and then Rhea managed to hang up. Robbie had returned to his room.

Rhea elected not to shower. She put a sanitary pad in her panties to soak up any leakage and odour. Then she dressed in the baggiest, least fashionable clothes she owned and forced herself to go knock on Robbie's door. The clinic she needed to go to would close at lunch and it was already late into the morning. Hopefully she could ditch Robbie in town and go to a police station. If she just kept hold of her precious DNA evidence, nobody would be able to call her a liar.

She knocked on the door but he didn't respond. Rhea had washed her face but it was obvious she had been crying. She pushed the door open and stayed on the threshold, still very wary of him, even when he was quite clearly hung over.

"You got ten minutes to get the fuck up or I'm taking your car into town." She hissed, her face contorted with utter hatred. Rhea glared at her brother pointedly before stalking downstairs to wait for him in the lounge. He was probably still in no state to drive but she didn't care.

Robert blinked and gazed at Rhea from between squeezed eyelashes.

Was she crying?

What the fuck had happened last night? Naturally instead of doing what his sister had ordered he stumbled out into the hallway to catch her, but she was already gone. With a frown he waltzed into her room for no other reason then that he thought it was possible that was where she had disappeared to. He was wrong, but so was something else... The smell... It smelled like... Like sex, but worse. Old sex, dried blood, and- Holy FUCK!

A brick virtually blasted into his chest. He fell to the ground. Stupefied.

The images racing through his pounding head from the night before didn't just confuse him, but they frightened him horribly. He didn't quite understand them at first, but slowly and with a few careful glances around Rhea's room he realized what had happened here last night. He had raped her. His own sister. Suddenly he felt sick, and with all of his effort and control needed he managed to make it to the bathroom before hurling as much liquid as he could possibly hold into the toilet bowl. Immediately he felt better. The sinking, sickening feeling was gone from his stomach and he was trying to figure out why, what, how last night could have happened. Obviously he was drunk out of his mind. The last time he'd puked like that was... Never, he'd always been able to hold his alcohol impressively. Maybe it was just the stink? With a groan he leaned over the bowl again, but it was just a dry heave. He cleaned up and went into his room and slowly got dressed.

"Holy fuck..." He murmured, I just raped my own sister. I raped Rhea... There's no way, fuck no, she wouldn't have sex with me if I was the last guy on earth. I did rape her. Strangely... The more he thought about it, and the longer removed he became from the morning sickness he began to not feel quite so bad about it. He remembered all the whispering from last night, and how much of a bitch she'd been, but he had still raped her. Rhea's attitude didn't excuse anything. He just wished, he could remember how it started, and what had happened! The harder he tried to remember, the worse he did, soon he just gave up completely as another startling realization came upon him: Why had Rhea not called the police on him!? Obviously he was in no condition to lie, or even stop her from doing so last night until... Well even until now... She couldn't expect him to drive her to the fucking police station, could she? Not when he'd been drunk out of his mind the night before. In fact he was betting he was still well over the legal limit.

Finally he pulled himself up and trudged into the lounge.

Rhea looked... Scared, nervous, and angry. She had every right, didn't she?

"Rhea... I um.... Did I... I'm, I dunno what happened. I'm sorry, I really didn't know, couldn't stop. I know I did something bad, but... I've got no idea what happened... Before, before you do anything, can you tell me... Why... Why didn't you call the cops? I... I deserve it."

Robert meant it to. He did fucking deserve it. Like a thousand times over, a million even. How could he have raped his own sister? Even the alcohol, it was no excuse. Something had to have set it off, was it something she did? That someone else did? He never thought he would have been capable of doing something like that out of the blue. Even if she was being a bitch, fuck, even if she hit him. Why would he rape her? Punch her? Pull her hair? Sure, but rape her... That was just fucking... Sadistic, and wrong. It was incest. How could he have done something like that? She was taking her time deciding, and before she could say anything he blurted out one more question, "Why did I do it?!" With more then a little frustration showing through his voice, and on his pained face. As he tried to fucking remember.

God, I'm so sorry.

She heard him throw up but put that down to his drunkenness the night before. When Robbie came downstairs she wouldn't look him in the eye. Rhea kept her distance too, rising and moving away from him when he approached where she sat. She was clearly in pain. Moving clearly pained her. The bruise on her shoulder peeped over the neckline of her t shirt, purple and livid. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying, her face bearing the total exhaustion of the emotionally drained. She eyed him warily, refusing to look at his face.

"Rhea... I um.... Did I... I'm, I dunno what happened. I'm sorry, I really didn't know, couldn't stop. I know I did something bad, but... I've got no idea what happened... Before, before you do anything, can you tell me... Why... Why didn't you call the cops? I... I deserve it."

Rhea bit her lip and considered how much to tell him. She didn't want to fill in too many blanks and have him remember the video she had been watching, which had triggered the whole attack. He couldn't handle her hesitation though, his face crumpled into an expression she had never seen him wear before; one of shame and regret.

"Why did I do it?!"

"You were steaming drunk and pissed off with that girl dumping you." She told him. "You tried to pin some poor girl to the wall in the hallway and scared the shit out of her. Then you came up to my room... I still don't know why. The door was locked and you kicked it open... then you just went nuts."

Fresh tears seeped from Rhea's puffy eyes as she continued.

"I wanted to call mom. I was going to. But you know what? I realised that she wouldn't believe me, cause you're her A Grade, athletic pride and joy. She'd assume I'd had a run in with Jason, when he wouldn't hurt a fly. She doesn't know what a little cunt my brother is, cause you're such a good fucking liar." Rhea knew how bitter she sounded but she couldn't help it. "I work twice as hard as you in school and cause I don't get all the shit hot grades, I might as well not exist. Dad would be the same. And I figured, if my own parents don't believe me, how am I going to convince the cops?"

Rhea said nothing about the DNA evidence in her panties, let Robbie assume she'd showered.

"I was calling the cops though, when you burst out of your room for a piss. You scared me and I cut off the call. Now I need emergency birth control, which you're going to buy for me. Everyone knows what a slut you are, I'm not walking into that drugstore so people can laugh at me and gossip all over town. And they close in less than an hour, so let's go, ok?"

Rhea was already determined to lose Robbie in the town and go to the police. Fuck him. He shouldn't be able to get away with this. He'd spent years getting away with so fucking much.

As Robert listened to Rhea's account of what had occurred to her the night before, of his actions, unremembered and unwelcome, he could feel the fear in her voice. The absolute terror that she must have been in when he stormed into her room and did that monstrous deed. But he still didn't understand. Why didn't she call the cops then? She couldn't have been that drunk! She never got plastered like him, or like anyone for that fact. Why hadn't she called the cops the moment he left her alone, or the moment she woke up? What was there to debate? There was something else missing to. Something about how she was talking. There was a fear in her voice, but it wasn't the terror of seeing someone who raped you, or reliving the events.

Sure, she was nervous about seeing him, but Robert assumed that someone who went through would totally flip out when she saw the one who had done that to her. Like on tv. It was almost like she wasn't afraid of him, of what he'd done. Like there was something else... Then Robert realized what Rhea probably knew; he wasn't drunk anymore and there was no way in hell he would do something like that again. It didn't excuse her for not calling the police, but it did excuse the strange way that she didn't seem afraid of him anymore.

He wasn't sure if that made him feel better or not, but he didn't have long to think about it either.

"I was calling the cops though, when you burst out of your room for a piss. You scared me and I cut off the call. Now I need emergency birth control, which you're going to buy for me. Everyone knows what a slut you are, I'm not walking into that drugstore so people can laugh at me and gossip all over town. And they close in less than an hour, so let's go, ok?"

"Ok. Let me get the keys."

Robert replied in monotone as he darted back up to his room. Collecting the keys, throwing on some shoes after he redressed; putting on some black slacks and a tight fitting black shirt with long sleeves. He returned to Rhea, awkwardly passed her, and headed out for the car. After slipping into the car and turning over the engine he took another look at Rhea, and apparently that pissed her off. She told him something to the effect of stop looking at her, like that, like what?

They drove downtown, and Robert went in to buy the day after pills. The clerk knew Robert of course, but he explained away the pills, "They're for a friend of my sisters." That was plausible, because all of Rhea's friends were sluts; according to most of the population of St. Mary's. Once back in the car Robert frowned as he looked down at the bag, before offering them to Rhea.

But, when she reached out for them he held onto the bag.

"Robbie?!" She sounded nervous, but still unafraid.

"What do you mean by like that? Something doesn't make any fucking sense Rhea. I was drunk. I know that, but I wouldn't fuck my own fucking sister in a million years... Look, I know you think everything about me is fake, a charade, but it's not. I... I don't like fighting people, and I like people thinking I'm a good guy. You can't have that if you aren't. Something else happened last night, and I would really like to know what the fuck it was... Did we... Was it... Did it start because we were kidding or something? What really happened?"

Rhea sighed heavily in anger and frustration as Robbie kept a determined grip on the bag of pills. He always had to have the upper hand didn't he? Did he not have any clue what a pain in the fucking ass he was? Rhea folded her arms across her chest and turned away from him, staring out the passenger window mutinously, focusing on nothing.

"Something doesn't make any fucking sense Rhea. I was drunk. I know that, but I wouldn't fuck my own fucking sister in a million years... Look, I know you think everything about me is fake, a charade, but it's not. I... I don't like fighting people, and I like people thinking I'm a good guy. You can't have that if you aren't. Something else happened last night, and I would really like to know what the fuck it was... Did we... Was it... Did it start because we were kidding or something? What really happened?"

"Oh yeah," She fumed, "You like people thinking you're a good guy. It was your fucking ego that did this Robbie, the fact that nothing matters to you except what other people think. You were livid cause that girl showed you up and damaged your reputation. Most guys would just say 'whatever' and move on but not you, nobody gets to trash talk Robbie fucking Jackson. You drank a whole bottle of bourbon and then threw it off the porch into the street. I came out onto the porch to see if you were ok and you didn't care about that girl at all, she didn't matter to you. All you were concerned about was how things looked to your pathetic bunch of friends. People were talking about you and you didn't like what they were saying."

Her tone was utterly scathing. Rhea wasn't about to let him off the hook, hand the asshole a fucking excuse or something. Trust her brother to want to put a positive spin on raping his sister in a drunken rage. There were no words for how much she hated him right then. That video she had been watching was irrelevant. Rhea wasn't about to remind Robbie of it but regardless, it was not an excuse.

"People saw how angry and drunk you were so they started leaving. Your moron jock boys cleared the stragglers out. I went up to my room and locked the door cause I didn't want anyone wandering in while I went to bed. Then you bust the fucking lock and came storming in. We weren't kidding around, we never kid around because you're always a total jerk!"

Tears began to slide down Rhea's face a she continued. Her voice began to quaver a bit but she wasn't done saying her piece.

"You're the one who always insisted you were my big brother, 5 minutes ahead of me and a mile in front from the day you walked first. I wish to God that a total stranger had done this to me! I can't even totally hate you and believe me, in the hours I've spent crying since you fell into a drunken coma I have fucking tried. You, you're supposed to be the one person I can trust... who would never." Her voice broke but she swallowed down the sob and continued saying her piece. "You were horrible, Robbie, just evil. You taunted me, like you always do but nastier. You hit me, put me in the... positions... you wanted and you really fucking hurt me. I was a virgin too but did you even notice that? Like hell you did. I lost my cherry to my own twin brother and you were so... rough. And then you came in me, even when I begged you not to. You did that deliberately, out of spite or something."

The car slowed and then stopped as they reached an intersection. Robbie was apparently speechless for about the first time in his life.

"You know what? I was wrong. I do hate you." Rhea announced, snatching the pills from her brother's numbed grip and scrambling out of the car as the lights changed. She hit the street and started running, heading back through town towards the police station. Her brother would pay for what he had done. She was utterly determined now.

At the end of her speech Robert wasn't sure if he had ever felt so bad in his life. He felt like shit not just because he had raped Rhea, but because of everything else to. Strangely enough the rape only seemed like a catalyst or bursting point for all of the other things he felt bad about it. The way their parents treated Rhea, the way he treated Rhea, even the way Megan sometimes treated her big sister. She was like the whipping girl for their family, no matter what she did, and all of a sudden all of that was coming down onto Robert's chest and shoulders like a hundred pound bag of concrete. As they were pulling up to a red lighted intersection he tried frantically to think of something to say.

But what could he say other then that he was sorry? He'd already said that.

Just as he was opening his mouth Rhea beat him to the punch, for some reason he anger made him feel better.

"You know what? I was wrong. I do hate you."

Then she was gone.

It took Robert a full minute and one whole block to realize where she was probably heading, that was when fear and self-survival took over in an instant. He quickly turned, and made his way to the police station. Then he began driving back toward where Rhea had made her dash from, and just two blocks of driving later he found her walking briskly with tears sliding down her face. There was no way she could see him; not in the state she was in, she didn't even seem to be particularly worried about what was coming behind her or from every direction. Everything seemed to be pointing inwards for her. She walked with her head bowed, and her eyes glazed; her fingers grasping the bag she'd taken from his hand tightly to her stomach.

Robert parked and got out of the car. He didn't want to make a scene so he made sure that she did see him with plenty of space in between them. His strong voice was slightly nervous in public like this, "Rhea..." He said, raising his hands, "I just want to talk."

There was a delayed decision in Rhea's mind, but thankfully she agreed.

"In the car?" When she shook her head, he motioned toward a small driveway that was brightly lit and open, but still more secluded then the sidewalk. She nodded tentatively, and Robert made sure that he went in first so she didn't feel trapped. He took a deep breath before turning around; to calm his nerves as best as he possibly could. Somehow he knew deep inside of him that this moment was huge, possibly one of the biggest in his entire young life, and he had to make what he said next count.

"I know where you're going, and you have every right to go there now. I just... You know what it will do to me and my life, to you, to Megan, to our family. It will ruin everyone, including you... I think, I know we can make it better. Better than it was, just me and you, I'll try my best to find a way to fix everything that has sucked for so long for you if you give me the chance. Just one chance. If you don't like it or it doesn't work I promise that I will turn myself in... I'll do anything... Just, please..."

It was scary the amount of power that Rhea held in her hands, and between her legs right at that moment.

For the first time in an extremely long time Robert was scared. He felt his eyes watering, but at least no tears spilled from them. However, his hands were shaking and he gripped them together with a mix of anger at his showing weakness and tension as the realization just grew with every passing second that Rhea did not speak. For the life of him he couldn't figure out what she would decide. As bad as he felt for her she had always done the unexpected things, and it wasn't like she really cared about fitting in with her family. Even with her poor grades if she had tried to fit in, or go to tea parties and the like with her mother things would have been better. Rhea was always just rebellious, and always tried different hings. What Robert was hoping was that she tried something new this time; even if it meant her black mailing and black balling him for weeks on end. Fuck, he'd give her his life in order not to be sent to prison.

God, he hoped she'd agree.

At first she hadn't wanted to talk to him at all. Now that she had made her mind up Rhea didn't want to be talked out of it and she certainly didn't want to be made to feel guilty about it. But Robbie put his hands in the air, begging for a truce. He moved around her warily like she had a gun pointed at him or something. He was scared of her for the first time in his life, scared of what would happen to him, what she had the power to do.

Rhea hadn't had one iota of power over Robbie since the day he started taking double rations in the womb. It was a very seductive thing, the realisation that she finally had the rise on her brother, no matter how much Rhea wished it had never come to this at all. She let him speak. She wanted to hear him beg. Then she wanted to tell him to go to hell.

But when he did speak to her and bring home to her what it would do to their family, Rhea did start to wonder. Her parents would never forgive her. As much as Rhea would have loved to believe that they would be horrified at what Robbie had done, realise how they had failed her and then do their best to make it up to her, that simply wasn't going to happen. She would always be the person who had sent their beloved son to jail and it wouldn't even take that long for them to start asking themselves if she hadn't brought it on herself somehow and provoked him. If she sent Robbie to jail, she was basically disowning her parents. There would be no epic showdown but they would have no relationship from that day forth. They wouldn't forgive her and she wouldn't forgive them. Stalemate. Megan could go one way or the other and Rhea knew that with her parents' influence Megan would be unlikely to take her side. So Robbie would get what he deserved but Rhea would lose her family. It would be a bitter victory indeed.

There was also the fact that Rhea knew what she had been doing when Robbie had burst into her room, raging drunk and with a battered ego. Robbie wasn't even attracted to her or anything like that. He had spent years taunting her for having no tits or ass, for her natural goth colouring and for the fact she looked much younger than she was. She knew it hadn't been anything premeditated and Rhea was certain that it would never happen again. Part of her had to acknowledge that it was a little surreal to know that Robbie could spend decades in jail for an act that had taken a matter of minutes. He had messed up big time and he owed her a fuckton of payback but did he really deserve decades in jail for rape, battery, incest and whatever else a prosecutor could stick on him? It wasn't like he was a serial rapist or a danger to the general public. He was an arrogant kid who had got wasted one night and done an incredibly stupid thing.

His remorse seemed genuine. Robbie understood that this was about more than just last night. This was about the all the injustice Rhea had suffered within their family. She knew deep within herself that it wasn't really Robbie's fault that her parents were incapable of loving them equally. They were the ones who had spoiled him his whole life and created the metabrat that had abused and raped her last night. Robbie deserved her anger and hatred but their parents were even more to blame and it wasn't as though Rhea could send them to jail.

He looked so scared. His hands were shaky and his eyes were red. Robbie was white with shock and fear, the realization that she had truly been prepared to get him sent to prison. He looked like he might throw up again. A part of Rhea that she wasn't proud of revelled in his terror.

"You think you can fix this? You're even more arrogant than I thought." She replied coldly. Rhea wasn't about to let him off the hook just yet.

"I guess it'll be interesting to see you try."

Rhea demanded a soda so she could take her Plan B pill. It was gratifying to see Robbie leap into action obediently and almost sprint to the nearest store. She let him drive her home but Rhea still remained cold towards him. Robbie would get his sister back when he'd earned her trust again and that could take some time.

When they got home Rhea headed for the bathroom. Before she showered however, she took some photos with her cellphone. Rhea recorded the livid bruising across her neck and shoulder, the purple fingermarks and nail gouges on her ass and inner thighs. Finally, she spread herself on the bathroom rug and took a photo of her battered pussy, the labia bruised and swollen from the violence of the rape. Rhea's next Plan B was to take some swabs from her own vagina using Q tips, making sure she got each one covered in the thick concoction of blood smeared juice inside her. She cleaned out a plastic toothbrush holder and disinfected it, rinsing it thoroughly and then placing the Q tips inside it. It wasn't 100% sterile but it was way better than nothing.

After a long hot shower, Rhea fetched some cling film from the kitchen and wrapped the toothbrush holder up in it, making it airtight. She hid the toothbrush holder and the memory card from her cellphone inside a small purse that she placed inside a larger bag in the bottom of her closet. Her forensic detective work complete, Rhea changed from her bathrobe into some sweats. She dried her hair and then lay on her bed to think about everything that had happened. It wasn't long till she started crying again, though this time she wept silently.

Robbie had not event thought about trying to say another word since Rhea agreed not to go to the police. He wasn't entirely sure why she had agreed, and he hadn't even thought about that either, so afraid he was of her changing her mind and demanding that he turn the car right around. The utter silence lasted past the car drive and into the house. In fact Robbie realized that he'd been holding his breath as he stood in the living room and listened to the water begin to run. Taking a deep breath he tossed his keys against the couch and slipped to the thick carpet, then buried his face in his hands and leaned against his own knees for support. Fuck. That was the one word that was going around in his head more than anything else, his life had been so close to... Ending, that he simply did not know what to do. He had no fucking clue what to do next, not mention how he would go about doing anything that he did manage to think of. He thought about getting a drink, and then thought about not getting one after it screwed up his life. Fuck it. Robbie got one anyways, but only one before he walked out of the house as he remembered that he needed to pick up Megan.

The psychic child that she was picked up on the somber mood as soon as they left her friends house, "Robbie is something wrong?"

Rather than trying to avoid her questions he stated plainly, "Yes."

"Did something happen last night?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"I can't tell you about it, but it was bad."

"Is that why you're drinking again?"

"No, yes, maybe. I'm not sure, but I'm not drinking anymore today. Okay?"

"Ok." Megan knew that meant it was okay for her to call him on it if he tried, and even hide the key to the liquor closest, but she knew he was also pretty good on his word and with the feeling of tension growing as they reached the house Megan decided that it would probably be best to stay in her room for the rest of the day anyways. She hurried up, after reminding Robbie about his promise of a movie and pizza, they set up a time later that evening and afterwards he went to the liquor cabinet and locked it himself before moving back into the living room and snatching his keys from the couch. Looking up, he frowned as Rhea's words bounced around inside his head. '"You think you can fix this? You're even more arrogant than I thought. I guess it'll be interesting to see you try." The scary thing was that he did not know if he could fix it, but he thought he might. Just maybe. She was certainly right; it would be interesting to see him try, and he was going to start trying now.

Heading upstairs he tried to conjure up memories of the night before, but he had no luck whatsoever, and mostly he was thankful that he did not. Stopping in front of Rhea's room he had to work up the courage to knock on the damn door. It took him a good minute, and then just before he went to knock he heard a soft sob through the wood. That made it even harder... So instead he went to Megan's room and sat down on the edge of his little sisters bed. For a moment he just sat there, before looking up into her strangely piercing eyes. Immediately he looked away as he began to speak.

"Megan... Rhea, got hurt, last night. During the party, and I... Just don't know what to say, because I think it's more than just last night. It's about how we all, you know..."

"Think she's a whore?" Robbie looked and felt stunned.

"No," He said, slowly shaking his head.

"She is. I know she is. We treat her just how she deserves, how she wants, why else do you think she acts this way?"

"How do you know... You think she wants this? What the-"

Megan shook her little head full of curls and gave an obscenely adult laugh, "You're clueless, aren't you?"

"What if I am, what would you tell me that I'm so clueless about? Hmm?"

Megan grinned, and shot him a challenging look, "You're going to have to find out on your own. I'm not some stupid psychiatrist or the cute little teddy bear you can use to fix everything in your fucked up world where you rule everything and everyone..." Then just for a moment she was the twelve year old little girl, "She didn't get really hurt, did she Robbie?"

"Uh, wha- no, uhm. No. She's going to be okay... Megan I... Fuck..."

"You don't know what to say. That's okay."

"Yea... Okay..."

Robbie walked out of the room backwards; as if stunned by a punch to the chest. Sometimes Megan really freaked him out, and this was one of those times for sure. He scratched the back of his head as he turned around back toward his other sisters door, but she was standing right there. Having apparently heard noises. She hadn't heard any of the actual conversation though, since her first question was about what was going on.

"Just picked Megan up... How... How are you doing?" Robbie asked, still reeling from the last encounter with one of his siblings.

Rhea didn't move from her bed. She heard Robbie leave and guessed that Megan would want collecting from her friend's place by now. Rhea went through most of a box of tissues but after a while she got bored of her misery and her tears dried up.

She slipped a hand into her sweats and investigated herself once more. Her pussy felt so heavy and sore. When her fingers grazed her clit it was sensitive enough to make her buck slightly. Her mind cast back to the awful things Robbie had said to her and Rhea flushed with fresh shame. Her pussy had other ideas however, it moistened almost immediately. Robbie had been a grade A asshole, there was no denying that but some of what he had said to her had been undeniable.

You want that prick to do this to you, but he won't? Will he? He's just a fucking looser. Can't even get him angry, well, guess what bitch? I'm fucking angry,"

He had done everything to her that Rhea had always dreamed of receiving from Jason or someone else. She had always known that she was kinky but to be raped by her own brother and still cum hard, multiple times? Rhea knew that was monumentally fucked up. Robbie had smacked her around and ripped her hymen apart but still Rhea's body had responded to him.

She gasped as her fingers moved gently across her clit, dipping into the wetness between her legs and then softly stroking. Her aching pussy throbbed but Rhea chose not to investigate. It felt like she had been shredded there. She rubbed her clit and outer lips while her pussy rippled on air.

"You like this you little whore. You're a whore Rhea. My sister, is a whore."

She needed no imagination to see Robbie's feral sneer in her mind's eye. He had spent all their lives regarding her with contempt. Rhea moaned very softly as she recalled how big he had felt inside her, how hypersensitive her terror had made her. No girl in her right mind would choose to lose her cherry like that but in the end, it had been everything she had always secretly hoped it would be. Rhea's free hand slipped up inside her top to pinch and roll her nipples. She arched a little and the fist sized bruise between her shoulder blades twinged, making her pussy pulse in response. Rhea dared to press harder on her battered clit, the dichotomy of pleasure and stinging pain bringing tears to her eyes. She moaned quietly and climaxed, grinding her abused clit against her fingers.

The sad irony was that Robbie was disgusted with himself, because he wasn't the kind of guy who abused women. After what he had done to her he'd likely never ever mistreat a girl again. It was a very good thing in many ways but... damn if he wasn't a natural born dominant. The cruelty at the end, when he had fucked with her head and cum in her despite her pleas... well in different circumstances with a different guy, Rhea would have thought it inspired.

"I won't cum in you, but you'll make me. Won't you, slut?"

And she had made him. Her body had been determined to milk the bastard of every last drop.

And now that she had been beaten, raped and humiliated by her own twin brother and his massive cock... what next? The thought of having nice, normal, consensual sex with someone averagely endowed just seemed totally boring to Rhea now. She giggled to herself imagining what Robbie's face would look like if he ever had any idea that she'd enjoyed his violent attack on some level... that she'd masturbated to the memory of being raped by him.

And one other thing was certain; Rhea liked being choked. She hadn't enjoyed being throatfucked but the oxygen deprivation... well with hindsight it had been thrilling. Was there a more submissive act than trusting some capricious asshole who was balls deep in her skull with her next breath?

And if Robbie had just kept right on going and killed her, would Rhea even have cared? If being choked within reasonable medical limits was a total thrill, how much more so would being pushed beyond that prove to be?

Rhea jumped guiltily as the front door opened downstairs and Robbie's deep voice rumbled. She washed her hands and regarded her reflection. The tears had dried now and way too fucking soon. Rhea raised an eyebrow at herself eloquently.

"You are so fucked up." She informed herself.

Rhea walked out on to the landing. She knew Robbie would want to talk to her and reassure himself that she hadn't called the cops while he was out. Right now she didn't want him in her room, violating her personal space with his rangy frame and the god-awful scent he wore.

Robbie turned towards her like she was about to slap him. Rhea decided that she liked having her brother terrified of her. She knew she looked too pleased with herself and that Robbie would be spooked by her self assurance. She tossed a glance at Megan's room but was in no mood to talk to her sister. Precocious little madam was a pain in the ass.

"Just picked Megan up... How... How are you doing?"

"How do you think I'm doing?" She snapped evasively. A sweet aroma reached her from Megan's doorway, candy of some description. Rhea was forcibly reminded that she hadn't eaten yet.

"Actually... I'm kinda hungry." She announced pointedly, waiting for Robbie to leap into action and fix her something.

This was actually going to be fun.

After such a strange and intimating experience with his youngest sister, to have Rhea simply state that she was hungry, was a rather foreign concept to Robbie. Until she repeated herself, and once she did he finally realized what she was saying. "Oh right, of course... I promised Megan pizza, want me to order?" She complied, either surprised by his own immediate compliance, lack of sarcastic response (eat my dick was typical), or by the strange way he had reacted earlier. It was just that Megan had really thrown him off, shaking his head, he headed downstairs to grab the phone and number. He ordered a pie, wings, and some soda. Once finished Robbie turned, only to find Rhea standing at the bottom of the stairs; looking a bit smug, but also a bit unsure of how much power she had. The look ticked Robbie off quite a bit; he was going to try and fix things, but that didn't mean he was going to be walked all over like a fucking rug, or at least he didn't plan on it.

Walking away from Rhea into the living room he sat heavily in the lazy chair, and flipped on the TV. Only to have Rhea follow him, and demand the remote.

"Fuck you. Oh wait," He snickered, "I already did."

Their eyes met and locked. Robbie was not entirely sure why those words had come out of his mouth and obviously Rhea was just as surprised to hear them as he was. He wanted to say his sorry first, but then a better thought struck him; perhaps he should lay down the law on what 'fixing things' really meant. Still he remained quiet as he waited for her reaction to the snappy reply he'd just given her, she had to be used to it by now, but obviously she hadn't expected something like that after he had just indeed, fucked her. Somehow Robbie had just slipped into a moment where he thought things were normal between them, and Rhea didn't have the power to send him to hell for the rest of his mortal life. Since he was probably going there anyways once he was finished.

"I hope you liked it," The doorbell rang just then as Robbie stood up and tossed Rhea the remote. He hoped his actual compliance was enough as he went to get the pizza, after paying, he yelled up to Megan that food was here. She hurried down, took one look at him and one look at Rhea, and immediately took her pizza, wings, and soda up to her room. The strange behavior coming from her once again put Robbie on edge. In an effort to kill the eerie silence that had taken over the room since his last comment, Robbie forced himself to speak.

"You don't think she knows, do you?" When Rhea looked at him oddly, he clarified.

"Megan? She's said some weird... Things... She asked if you got hurt last night."

Robbie wasn't sure how far he'd go in telling Rhea what their little sister had said, but he was definitely sure he wouldn't tell her about the whore comment, or about Rhea being treated the way she was meant to be treated. Nor the psychiatrist craziness. Robbie still didn't understand it himself, and he wasn't going to bring it up to Rhea before he knew what the fuck Megan was talking about. Well... Then again, maybe Rhea knew the answer? He frowned, and waited for Rhea to say something. Anything to break the God awful silence.

"Fuck you. Oh wait," He snickered, "I already did."

She narrowed her eyes, glaring at her brother. How could he say something like that so flippantly after what he had done? She could tell right away that he regretted it, his eyes became panicked but in true Robbie fashion he just brazened it out, not apologising or taking anything back. Before Rhea could lose her temper however, he tossed the remote to her and went to get the door.

"I hope you liked it."

"In your fucking dreams, needledick." She snapped, under her breath in case Megan was in earshot, waving her pinky finger at him to emphasise the point. "Now shut the fuck up, you're making me nauseous."

Rhea flipped through the channels until she found a a soap opera that Robbie couldn't stand. She wasn't much interested herself to be honest, she was just determined to get him back for alluding to raping her so casually like that. When the food arrived she found that she struggled to eat it, pushing it around her plate and scowling at her brother some more. Megan rather wisely elected to take her food upstairs. Rhea just couldn't give a shit about little miss perfect right now. She was Robbie's fucking responsibility anyway, he wanted to swagger around playing the older sibling, he could have the responsibility of their little sister.

She was a little concerned when Robbie asked if Megan knew what had happened to her. Rhea didn't really believe her sister would be all that concerned about her however. Megan had a way of looking through Rhea a lot of the time, as though she was pretending she simply wasn't there. It was creepy.

"She probably heard the neighbours talking about you hurling bourbon bottles into the street." Rhea replied acidly.

"Listen." She snapped, leaning forwards in her chair. "I don't want you making jokes about what happened, ok? I cannot fucking handle it. If this... atonement thing... or whatever the fuck you're meant to be doing is going to work, I need to try and forget that anything did happen that night. Keep your smart comments to yourself, ok?"

She wasn't aware of it, but Rhea's body language was getting fearful and defensive. She drew her feet up into her chair, her body curling and tensing. Her eyes widened, taking in her periphery but also giving away how scared she was of her brother now. Suddenly she found she couldn't swallow, so she gave up on eating, setting down her slice of pizza while her free hand curled into the arm of the couch, poised to spring her out of it at any moment.

Rhea was aware of none of this, her voice remained firm and her expression haughty. But her body knew how little power she truly had where her twin brother and his tall, athletic frame were concerned.