Through the Window Again

The last story left off with me, Riki, running back to Desma’s house, my girlfriend. When I discovered the one I had just raped, as part of a secret fantasy of Desma’s, was not her but her younger sister, Kesha.

I had the whole story written up and wanted to post it all at once, but unfortunately, people do not like long stories, as I have found out with previous stories. So I am posting this story in separate parts, sorry for the wait.

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How had I been so stupid. There had been so many countless indicators, her smaller size, her scared eyes, her different scent and taste, her shaved pubs, her tight pussy, hell even the orientation and feel of the room had been off. It was not Desma I had raped in the dark, it had been her younger sister, Kesha.

I arrived at the house in record time and looked in horror at the ladder and the open window to the, now light up, room of Kesha. The ladder had been moved. I had not paid attention to the windows when I had entered earlier, only paying attention to the fact one was open and made the fatal assumption it had been Desma’s open window. I climbed the ladder once more and entered Kesha’s window.

With the lights on it looked so obvious, I am not sure how I missed it. The bed was not even on the correct side of the wall to be Desma’s room but that was not what I was looking at. The ball gag lay on the floor, the silk ropes were still tied to the bed, and the box of pills were untouched on the night stand. Desma sat on the bed with her feet tucked under her with a look of rage on her face. In her arms she coddled the crying form of her younger sister, Kesha, who was a full head shorter. The long T-shirt, Kesha had put back on, reached her knees and she hugged Desma burying herself in her chest.

“What did you do?” asked Desma through clenched teeth.

My answer was lame but honest, “I’m so sorry, it was an accident.”

Desma’s eyes narrowed, “you mean you accidentally raped my sister?” Kesha sobbed at the word.

I held back my own tears, “it was the wrong window, I was going for yours.”

She startled a moment and a flash of desire flickered a cross her eyes but just as quickly it was gone, “oh so raping me would have been better? What the hell is wrong with you? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”

“I don’t have any,” I said and she glared at me. “Look, I don’t deserve any forgiveness but you do deserve to know what I was thinking.”

Desma laughed, but not a funny laugh, “you were thinking?”

I swallowed and decided to ignore the comment, “it was your diary. I thought I would surprise you.”

Her eyes widened and she hugged sobbing Kesha closer, “don’t you dare try to blame this one me and how dare you read my diary.”

I put my hands up defensively, “I’m not blaming, the fault is my own but you should know why.” After a pause and a scoff from Desma I continued, “if you want to call the cops, I won’t stop you.”

I hung my head in the silence that followed only broken by the soft sobbing of Kesha. Desma glared for moment before pulling out her phone. The phone beeped in her hand sealing my fate. I wiped a tear aside, a part of me happy, I would be getting what I deserved.

“Wait,” came a small voice.

Both Desma and I looked up in surprise at Kesha. She hugged Desma tightly but looked at me, “It was an accident, right?”

Biting my lip, I stepped closer but Kesha backed away putting Desma between her and me. I took my step back. Going down on one knee giving Kesha the height advantage from the bed, “it was an accident but that does not make it right.”

“You took my virginity,” her voice cracked.

I dropped my head saying nothing.

“And I might be pregnant,” her words more forceful.

“I got morning after pills for you,” I said hastily point to the undisturbed box on the nightstand.

Desma glanced at it, noticing it for the first time, but Kesha ignored it, “do you think that makes it any better?”

I cringed away, “no.”

“That’s enough of this,” said Desma. “I’m calling the cops.”

My heart sank there was nothing more I could do. Kesha however had not finished. “No, you’re not.”

“But…” protested Desma but Kesha cut her off.

Her tone carrying more conviction, “I’m the one who was raped. I’ll be the one to decide to call the cops.”

Desma and I were both taken back by her change of mod as her anger rose. Kesha glared at me and I cowered in fear under her gaze despite the size difference. “We’re done for now. Get out.”

There was no arguing, I stood up to leave. Kesha faltered and shrank away from me but she regained her confidence quickly. Puffing out her chest, Kesha pointed at the window.

I backed out the window onto the ladder. One step away from disappearing from view I asked, my voice cracking this time, “are you going to call the cops?”

She did not answer and jabbed her finger at the window again and I dropped out of sight. Would you believe me if I told you I did not sleep well that night?

***

The next day had me jumping at shadows. Each one a vision of an officer to take me away. I had not received a call either and I dare not call myself. The suspense taxed me heavily and I ended up falling asleep earlier than usual but not peacefully. Still on edge I jumped three feet from the bed when my phone rang and tumbled to the floor. I scrambled for it and saw Desma’s number briefly before answering.

“Hello?” came my trembling voice.

Desma came through abruptly carrying a commanding tone, “Riki, you’re not to ask any questions or say anything. You’re to come over tonight at midnight and enter Kesha’s window. Tell no one.”

She hung up. I looked at the clock. I had thirty minutes and no idea what to expect. I paced nervously in my room until I had to go. When I arrived, I looked up to the dark window unsure of what to expect but knowing full well I was walking to my doom.

As I peeked over the ledge of the window seal and looked into the room it appeared strangely vacant. Stepping inside the dark room I saw no one but heard Kesha.

“Take your clothes off.”

“What?” I asked the darkness with genuine surprise.

“Now,” Kesha commanded.

I did not argue and took off my shoes, pants and shirt but that was not enough for her.

“All of them,” she insisted.

I hesitated, silhouetted against the window she could see me, where ever she was, but I could not see her.