Lover Fighter

Lover Fighter


I am a lover not a fighter! However my sister was just the opposite. Rachael was a real scrapper. I didn’t know why until recently.

It seems that when Rachael was thirteen years old she had told some of the other girls in school that she was a virgin and that she was saving herself for marriage as our mother had drummed into her head.

One day the other girls found Rachael alone in the locker room. That was all it took. There were five of them and only one of her. Four girls held her down as the fifth one pulled her short off and then removed her panties too. Then while the two girls holding her legs, opened them up the fifth girl fucked Rachael with a mop handle. She broke her hymen and caused her to bleed internally. It was devastating for a girl of her age. Hell it would be devastating for a woman of any age. Rachael had not told anyone about it, not even mom.

After that Rachael wore baggy clothes that did not reveal her developing body. She wore a lot of black clothing and became a loaner. She tried to never go into a bathroom or the locker room alone. She avoided all contact even with most of the boys. I seemed to be her only exception.

Rachael got into physical development to build up her strength. She talked mom into making me go for a run with her before dinner too because she didn’t want to run alone. We were signed up for Karate classes too. At first I was against it but I soon realized that I was building up some pretty good muscles and learning a lot of self control in Karate class. However Rachael seemed to just get into more trouble. She got in a lot of fights with the other girls in school. She got her ass kicked several times but she never seemed to learn.

Now at fourteen Rachael is a terror. Well that’s what dad calls her I usually just call her a terrorist. That usually pisses her off and we wind up wrestling around on the floor until we break something. Rachael is certainly getting stronger.

Then one day in school I saw some girls push Rachael into an empty classroom. I rushed over to the door and just peeked in to see what was going on. They had her pushed into a corner and they were shouting at her. It seems that Rachael has been getting even with them one at a time and they decided to ban together and stand up to her. As I listened, I then knew what had happed the year before. ‘Patty the Bitch,’ as most of us boys called her, had rammed a mop handle up my sister’s pussy and done her some real harm. Not only had she broken Rachael’s hymen but she had also scratched up her vagina and caused her to bleed for a week afterwards.

Then I opened the door and stepped in. That was just enough to distract Patty and allow Rachael to spin Patty around and lift her top and her bra up covering her face and exposing her big tits to me. I hadn’t realized how big Patty’s tits really were. The other four girls rushed out of the room leaving Patty behind. Rachael had her sitting on the floor then, with her arms trapped inside her top so that she was not only blind but totally helpless too.