Breaking and Entering & Two Sisters Home Alone

For some time now I’ve been meaning to try writing an erotic story, and so here I am. Please let me know what you think, and if I should write some more. This is a work of complete fiction.

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Rain pelted down as Zoe and Cynthia waved goodbye to their parents who were pulling out of the driveway, off on another one of their romantic nights out. The sisters didn’t mind, they got to have the house all to themselves and get up to pretty much anything they wanted. Not that they were bad girls, though, quite the contrary.

Cynthia was 18, but didn’t go out too much or get up to much mischief. Not that she was completely innocent, mind you; she’d had her little escapades from time to time, but overall was a bit more mature than others her age.

Her younger sister, however, was always up for a bit more fun. Zoe, 16, enjoyed life and was generally more sociable that her older sister. But she, too, wasn’t overly rebellious and managed to stay out of trouble more often than not.

Despite their differences, the sisters enjoyed each other’s company and always had a good time watching movies and whatever else when their parents were out. On this particular night, however, things changed.

After some time the girls had settled down in front of the tv and were fully engrossed watching a movie. Cynthia turned her head, “Did you hear that, Zo?”

Her younger sibling continued to watch the screen, “What?”

“I thought I heard something breaking?”

Zoe shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t hear anything. Go have a look if you’re that curious.”

“Can you come with me? I don’t want to check it out on my own.”

Zoe sighed with exasperation, but forced herself up. “Ok, c’mon scaredy cat,” she said, as she started to walk through the house. Cynthia stuck close by as they walked, and soon they could hear the storm a fair amount louder from one of their bedrooms. They peeked inside the darkened room and sure enough, the window looked like it had been broken.

“Aww crap!” said Zoe. “The storm smashed my window in!” She began to move towards the window, and Cynthia stuck close behind. Wind and rain was forcing its way inside the window as Zoe turned on a lamp nearby. They saw glass and other debris on the floor.

And footprints.

“Cynth!” Zoe hissed, pointing to the large shoe prints. Cynthia’s eyes widened, and the girls’ eyes followed the footprints, turning around as strong arms grabbed them. They began screaming, but soon strong, masculine hands clamped down on their mouths, smothering and silencing them.

“Shut it!” a gruff voice commanded. “Shut it or you’ll get hurt!” As the girls continued to struggle, the arms squeezed, holding their heads in a vicelike grip. The pain forced the sisters to stop for a moment. “Good. Now, here’s what’s gonna happen,” the gruff voice continued, “I’m gonna take my hands away from your mouths. But if you try to scream, or you try to run, or you try anything, you’re gonna get hurt. Got it?!”

The girls, scared and overpowered, nodded their heads as much as they could. Satisfied, the arms relaxed a moment. As soon as she was clear, Cynthia screamed, but quick as a flash the man silenced her, slapping her so hard she was forced to her knees. “I told you!” he yelled, as Zoe rushed to comfort her sister.

After a moment, the girls looked up at the intruder. He was a very large and muscular, covered in tattoos and a shaven head. He was dressed in bright orange fatigues- an escaped prisoner. He was standing over them in an intimidating manner, pointing at Cynthia. “I told you, try anything and you’re gonna get hurt. Are you ready to do what I tell ya now?” The girls slowly nodded, fear splashed across their faces, and tears running down their cheeks.

“Good.