A Superhero’s Reward

Just as I came through the door, I heard a girl’s blood-curdling scream. I dropped my backpack and then ran toward the back of the apartment to my sister’s room. The door was partially open and when I rushed in, I saw my sister Annya pinned face down to her bed by some guy I’d never seen before. Annya’s pants were down, around her ankles, and her panties were torn aside. The man was holding his cock with one hand while squeezing her neck with the other. Annya was crying, pleading, choking, “Please, get off, I don’t want to!”

I didn’t pause to take in the scene, to think about what was happening to my big sister, I leaped across the room and tackled the bastard raping Annya. We fell to the floor but the stranger couldn’t stand, his pants were around his knees so he was still struggling to get off the floor when I kicked him in the head, knocking him unconscious. Annya was crying and struggling to pull her pants up, to cover her nakedness but I saw that she was okay, she was sobbing, but she wasn’t hurt. I turned to make sure the lump on the floor stayed on the floor while I told her, “Call 911.”

Twenty minutes later our mother arrived, I called her at work even before the cops arrived. Mom gathered her daughter in her arms and then began to coo reassurances while the cops were trying to take her statement. I called mom aside, “Let her be, she’s okay and has to tell the cops what happened.”

“He raped her, that’s what happened.”

“No Mom, he tried, but I got here before he could. Just listen to her, let’s find out what happened, who he is and stuff.”

I walked to the front room where Annya was telling her story, her would-be rapist had been taken to jail but a woman cop remained to take her statement, “His name is Jett, I met him a couple of weeks ago at a Starbucks. I was sitting alone and he asked if he could sit at my table. The place was crowded, so I let him. After that I met him four more times at Starbucks then he asked me to a party. He seemed nice, and he’s kinda cute so I went to a rave with him. Only I didn’t know it was a rave, I don’t like raves, they give me headaches; the music and people are so fucking annoying. Anyway, we stayed for about an hour then told him I had to get out, I needed to come home. He took me to my car and then suggested it was too early to end the date and asked if he could come here. I didn’t feel any odd or weird vibes from him so he followed me home. When we got in the apartment, he walked around looking in all the rooms and when I asked what he was doing he said he had to pee and was looking for the bathroom so I pointed it out to him. When he came back his cock was hanging out of his pants and he grabbed my arm and tried to get me to touch him. I pulled away and told him to leave, I wasn’t going to do anything with him. That’s when he hit me. He knocked me back against a wall then wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me to my bedroom. I was kicking and fighting but you saw how big he was, it was like beating on a cement wall. He pushed me down on the bed then yanked my pants down and tore my panties. The next thing I knew Jett was lying on the floor and Tristan kicked him in the head.”

“Are you sure you didn’t invite him, consent to have sex with him?”

My sister looked at the cop, her eyes iced over and her voice turned to gravel, “What? I got bruises where he hit me, and look at my neck bitch, those purple spots are fingerprints, you think I invited him to choke me half to death? I was fucking scared and yelling he should stop, but he wasn’t going to stop!”

The lady cop said to Annya with a sincere apology in her voice, “Sorry, but that’s a question the defense lawyers will be asking, you have to get used to it if you want to have him charged and prosecuted.”

“For Rape?”

“No, according to you he didn’t penetrate, so it’s not rape, but it is assault and battery with intent. Do you want to file a complaint?”

“Yes,” snarled my sister, “charge that motherfucker with everything you can hang on him.” The pretty young cop turned to me and said, “I have questions for you too young man, have a seat.”

Two hours after Jett tried to rape my sister, we were alone, me, our mother, and Annya. Mom was still hyper-stressed that someone had tried to violate one of her children, Annya was sitting in a deep, hot-water bath, and I was putting my heroics on social media, telling my contacts how I saved my twenty-year-old sister from being raped by a serial rapist who was trying to murder her. I laid it on thick, I was a fucking superhero and was soaking up the accolades. Me! Seventeen-year-old Tristan, who never got into a fight before, beat up and knocked out a violent criminal, 50 pounds heavier, 4 inches taller, and covered with hellacious tattoos. Yeah, I was living a life of fame and glory and was reveling in it.

I was browsing Twitter when I heard Annya calling me, she was still in the bathroom. I knocked on the door and she invited me in. When I stepped in, I was surprised to see my sister still in the tub, she was partially covered with bubbles but her breasts were bare, standing firm and proud above the water, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll come back.”

“No, stay here.”

“But –”

“But nothing Tristan, you saved my life, he was going to kill me but you stopped him. I will never forget that; I will never be ungrateful. Stay here, talk to me.”

“But you don’t have any clothes on.”

She smiled, “I didn’t have any pants on when you came in, you saw me below the waist, it’s only fair you should see what’s above the waist too.” With that declaration, Annya stood from the water. Some bubbles clung to her but quickly slid down her skin to reveal her nudity.