Trick or... Trick? (closed for 1sickbastard)

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"Ah... Don't stop!" Courtney threw her head back, her long blonde hair flying over the back of the couch. Sensing victory, Teagan plunged her fingers deeper and harder into the girl's wet slit, leaning down to kiss her hard on the mouth. Her free hand found Courtney's hard little tit and pinched the nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Courtney's face flushed as her moans became guttural and incoherent. Her wildly bucking body suddenly stilled and she crunched into orgasm, spurting hot juice into Teagan's hand. Her tiny pussy rippled on Teagan's fingers, pulling them in deeper still. Courtney raised lust glazed eyes to Teagan and vowed revenge.

"But we have to go up to my room now, my dad'll be home soon."

Upstairs in Courtney's room, they threw on some loud dance music. Courtney took the lead this time, pulling Teagan in for a kiss. She was the taller of the two girls and definitely the alpha in the relationship. Courtney was the main reason they hadn't made it to her bedroom in the first place. They kissed hard, falling onto the bed in a tussle of limbs. Courtney sucked a hard nipple into her mouth and pulled Teagan's panties down.

"Ooh pretty." Her breath was hot on Teagan's skin. Teagan had painstakingly shaved herself for the first time and her pussy was bare. Courtney dived in, lashing her tongue against Teagan's clit.

Within a few minutes Teagan was bucking her hips, her back arched. Courtney abruptly lifted her head and gave her a wet smile. She kissed her way up Teagan's body.

"I love you."

Teagan tried to mask the way her body tensed in shock but didn't manage it. She didn't know if she loved Courtney. She thought she was probably lesbian because she wasn't much interested in boys but at the same time, to make the transition from fooling around to being in a full blown adult gay relationship was a very big step.

"I love you too." She breathed... well what else could she say? Courtney was her oldest, best friend and in many ways, the words were totally sincere.

"Let me-"

"No." Teagan smiled apologetically. "This has all happened real fast and well... I'm happy with how things are now."

Courtney had been about to ask Teagan to let her break her hymen. Lesbians didn't attach much significance to losing virginity like that and as Courtney kept telling Teagan, there was a G spot up there promising a whole lot of pleasure. Teagan didn't really know why she was so attached to her hymen but she didn't know if she wanted the time she lost it to be with a girl... so maybe she wasn't as gay as she thought she was? It was all very confusing. They were only eighteen and working their gap years before university to save some money and minimise their loans, why did they have to get serious?

Courtney pouted, then made light of it when she saw Teagan wasn't about to capitulate.

"Well, it's your loss." She shrugged. Teagan pulled her down into a kiss to put an end to the conversation, grinding the throbbing ache between her thighs against Courtey's leg.

Half an hour later, Courtney's dad got home. The girls bolted from the bathroom where they had shared a shower back to Courtney's bedroom as they heard the front door unlock. Then they finally started getting ready for the halloween party they were going to that night. The host was Mark, a mutual friend of both Courtney's brother, Alfie and Teagan's brother, Tommy. Most of the people there would be older but Mark fancied Courtney so he had invited her along. Alfie would beat the snot out of Mark if he ever knew how he looked at his kid sister but so far, Mark had been wisely discreet.

Teagan poured her slim curves into a Lady Gaga inspired costume, complete with mask. The towering heels it came with elevated her from five foot three to average height. Courtney opted for a bad fairy outfit. They knocked back a few shots of contraband and then tottered through the Manchester suburb of Salford to Alfie's house. His parents were in Spain for a couple of weeks, so he had the run of the place.

At the party they danced with one another. Courtney kept trying to encourage Teagan to dance provocatively with her but Teagan was too self conscious. Mark came over and said hi, before fetching Courtney a drink and 'forgetting' to bring Teagan's. Nonplussed, Teagan stalked out to the kitchen to fix her own rum and coke. On her way she passed her brother Tommy and his girlfriend, who appeared to be arguing as usual. Since they weren't drowning out the floor-shaking music yet, she simply made her way past them.

“Goddamnit, Tommy, I’ve had enough of your shite. Go stuff yourself. We’re done!”

Tommy watched speechlessly as Sam stalked off, her hips swaying in the Genie costume which accentuated her smooth brown skin and ripe curves. ‘No worries,’ he thought to himself, ‘she’ll be back and we’ll have loads of hot make-up sex later.’

So Tommy turned toward the kitchen for another drink. He’d noticed the slender brunette in a Lady Gaga costume heading that way while he and Sam had been arguing. He found her mixing a small amount of cola into a large glass full of rum.

“Hey there, Lady G, fancy a little coke with your rum, do you?”

Her masked face glanced up at him. “Piss off, Tommy. I’m not in the mood.” She picked up her glass and left before he could recover from his surprise and reply.

‘What the fuck?’ he thought to himself. Her voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place who she might be. He, Alfie and Mark did have a fairly large social circle. It wouldn’t be uncommon for him to come across a skirt he hadn’t met at a party, especially one of Mark’s Halloween Parties. But this bird knew him, or at least knew of him. Who the fuck was she?
He’d find out, in due course. The night was young and she did have an awfully tall glass of rum. And now that he and Sam were ‘done’, at least for the moment, he felt sure he could get her alone and naked before the night was over.

Tommy made himself a drink and rejoined the party. He had dressed in a Sikh-styled turban and robes to go with Sam’s costume. He wandered around, joining and leaving conversations, occasionally trying to put the make on one of the various unattached girls, with some success. Several girls gave him their phone numbers, but none seemed to be interested in going further than flirting that night.

While he was having a good time, he was also becoming increasingly horny. Each time he came away with a rejection or just some digits, his frustration grew. Then he saw Sam, straddling a guy in an 18th century British Army uniform.

From were he was standing, down the hallway, he could see they were deep in a lip lock. She was grinding her hips on him. His pale white skin on her dark brown skin made it easy to observe that he had on hand down the back of her harem pants and the other up underneath her top.

Tommy started forward, but crashed into Lady Gaga costume from earlier. Clearly, she was as drunk as he. They collided, spilling their drinks and collapsing into a heap on the floor. They landed with him on top, her legs splayed open, his semi-hard cock against her thinly clad pubic mound.

“What the fuck! Watch where you’re going you fucking wanker!” Lady Gaga hissed.

That’s when Tommy snapped. He sprang to his feet. As she was rising, he locked his hand around her throat, making it impossible for her to scream. He forced her back into the bathroom, using his free hand to shut and lock the door behind them.

He spied a wash cloth on the towel rack. Tommy grabbed it and stiffed it into her open mouth.

“You scream and I’ll snap you neck like a twig you cunt.” He growled. He followed that with a hard slap to her cheek. He eyes went wide with shock and fear.

Tommy saw this. His semi-erect cock went completely rigid. Still holding her by the throat, he squeezed her breast hard, then pulled the costume down to expose her nipple. The adrenaline from her terror had distended it to a hard nub. He chuckled as his fingers closed on it, pinching it. Lady Gaga squealed through the gag.

He whipped off his costume’s sash. Before she could react, he spun her around, bent her over the bathroom counter, grabbed her arms and tied them behind her back. As he did, he found his crotch pressed firmly into her ass. She tried to struggle, feebly, but the motion serves to make his already stiff cock throb.

Tommy was out of control now. He stepped back and pulled her costume bottom down, exposing her ripe teenaged ass cheeks. His hand touched her and she flinched.

“Oh, no, Sweet Cheeks, You’re mine now.” Tommy punctuated his statement with a hard slap on her ass. He left his hand where it landed and began to caress her firm buttocks. He pushed his leg between hers and forced them apart, then used his other leg to splay her open, fully exposing her womanhood.

He slid his hand forward across the bare skin of her pubic mound, over her labia, along the opening of her pussy and up to her clit. Lady Gaga squealed again as he took her slowly engorging nub in his fingers and squeezed. Unable to control her body’s reaction, she felt her pussy moisten.

“Hey there, Lady G, fancy a little coke with your rum, do you?”

It was bizarre and disturbing, her brother leering at her like that. The fact he didn't have Sam in his line of sight suggested they'd had another epic break-up and clearly Tommy had decided to console himself by pulling another bird. What Sam saw in him was anybody's guess, Teagan thought her brother was a prize asshole. She splashed coke into her drink and glared at him, but the effect was somewhat marred by her mask.

“Piss off, Tommy. I’m not in the mood.”

She stalked past him and made her way back to where Courtney was giving Mark the brush-off. He was rallying, telling her he wanted to take her out for a meal in an attempt to counterbalance the way his eyes had fallen into her cleavage. She accepted his number before Alfie noticed what was happening and smacked his mate into the middle of next week.

They circulated a bit, greeting people and swapping gossip. Teagan became aware that Courtney was behaving as though they were a couple, gluing herself to Teagan's side. She chugged her rum and tried not to raise an eyebrow when Courtney hastened to fetch her a fresh drink. Halfway down the second generous measure she decided she quite liked the hot blonde's attentiveness and contemplated rewarding her for it later.

She was making her way towards the bathroom when Tommy collided with her. She had spotted Sam sucking the face off some random guy so it stood to reason that Tommy would be drunk and livid. He knocked her off of her ridiculous heels and sent them both sprawling across the floor. He wound up on top of her and with an ice cold wave of total shock, Teagen realised he was semi erect against her inner thigh and apparently in no hurry to get off of her.

“What the fuck!? Watch where you’re going you fucking wanker!”

She elbowed him aside and started trying to get up. This was fucking typical of Tommy. From here his night could go one of three ways; either he'd get back with Sam and drag her into a bedroom, pull another girl or wind up beating the shit out of whoever Sam was kissing. Whatever happened, Teagan wanted nothing to do with her volatile brother.

Suddenly Tommy was on his feet and with speed and coordination that she wouldn't have believed possible for a man as drunk as he was, his hand was around her throat. Before she had time to react the bathroom door hit her in the ass as he propelled her through it. She heard it close and saw him reach back with his free hand to fasten the lock. She couldn't breathe or scream and her legs went to jelly as he crammed a washcloth into her open mouth.

If being leered at by her brother had turned her stomach before, that was nothing to witnessing his malevolent sneer as he spat a threat at her.

“You scream and I’ll snap you neck like a twig you cunt.”

The back of his hand connected with her face and if he hadn't still been choking her he would have knocked Teagan off her heels again. His free hand closed around her breast, groping the underwired and padded bra cup that was augmenting her from a B to a generous C. He still had no clue who she was and the feeling was mutual. Teagan couldn't believe her big brother was a violent rapist. Was this a spur of the moment act for him or had he planned to corner her? Had he raped before? Teagan could not begin to comprehend how little she truly knew him. Tommy yanked down the front of her costume and pinched her nipple, jolting Teagan out of her state of shock to start struggling furiously. She writhed against him in her attempts to escape, only serving to excite him further. Tommy was a great deal heavier than she was though, trapping her against the countertop with his taller, broader frame. The ease with which he overpowered her was utterly chilling, as was bone hard swell of his cock against her as she fought frantically.

He spun her around and bent her over the countertop, twisting her wrists behind her and binding them. Teagan tried to work the washcloth out of mouth so she could tell him who she was but she was drunk and he was way too fast for her. His cock pressed firmly against her ass and she screamed into her makeshift gag, struggling with renewed frenzy as the full horror of what her brother was about to do to her hit her like a punch to the gut.

He moved away, confident now by her dwindling resistance that Teagan had tired herself fighting. The tears began to fall as he attacked her costume, exposing her shaved pussy. His hand came down on her ass and Teagan was forced to bow to inevitability, falling still and compliant in the desperate hope that this would be over soon. His calloused hand kneaded her flesh, so big and hard and unyielding after Courtney's soft caresses.

“Oh, no, Sweet Cheeks, You’re mine now.”

Teagan shook her head, trying to convey to him that her physical compliance was not consent. His hand moved down to her pussy and caressed her gently before his thumb and forefinger closed down on her clit. She wondered dimly if he could tell she was virgin, if he would know or care when he tore through it. Her traitorous pussy started to moisten despite everything but the huge swell of him as his denim clad erection pulsed hot and hard against her bare skin suggested that any attempt at preparation by her body would be pointless.

All the while her tongue worked at the washcloth, pushing gently to try and ease it out of her mouth. Making Tommy realise he was about to rape his sister was possibly the only thing that could stop him now.