Unwanted: Part 3

Tiffany was fast asleep in her own bed, dreaming about someone else. Not just about someone else, she was dreaming that she was someone else. She did not know her name or her gender or even what she looked like. She simply walked through the halls of an unfamiliar house and met unfamiliar siblings with blurry faces and unfamiliar parents that smiled at her sweetly and spoke in indiscernible voice. Tiffany could not help but be happy. A dream about being anybody other than herself was definitely a good dream.

Her blissful sleep was suddenly and violently interrupted when she felt a stabbing pain in her lower body, right between her legs. She opened her eyes while gasping only to have her gaze meet her brother’s as he lay on top of her. Looking down she could barely make out in the dark what he was doing but she could feel it. His cock had already entered her. When he realized that she was already awake, he began thrusting harder, forcing the air out her lungs in her panic.

After catching her breath, she brought her feet up from beneath him and tried to force them between herself and her brother. She was trying to kick him off but he simply moved them so they went over his shoulders. It added a dimension to the angle he was pushing through to get to her cunt, making it harder for him to go as deep but making her tighter at the same time. The result was more pleasure for him and a little less for her. “What the hell are you doing?” she finally found her voice.

“What does it look like, Tiff?” Jon responded sarcastically. He made sure to keep his voice low though.

“Why do you always rape me? Why can’t we just meet in one of our rooms and strip down before having sex consensually?” she complained.

“Because you’re never in the mood and I’m horny in the morning,” Jon’s response was blunt and selfish.

“Oh wow, what a surprise. News flash, local girl is never in the mood to let her own brother shove his cock in her.”

“Oh, so we’re doing that, are we?” Jon smirked at her. “News flash, boys love sex. Boys love sex with girls. Boys love sex with girls they find attractive. Local boy loves shoving his dick inside the prettiest and most attractive girl he knows.”

Although it was not visible in the dark, Tiffany was blushing. She quickly regained control of herself though. “You’re only fucking me because I was convenient,” she accused him. “If I weren’t your sister then you would have never had the chance to do this to me.”

“I would have tried,” he admitted.

“If I were your next door neighbor…”

“I would have climbed through your window at night,” he cut her off.

“And raped me in my bed?” she tried to make his advances sound more criminal.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” He thrust into her harder to elicit another moan.

“What about a girl from school. Would you have followed me home and broken into my house?”

“You really like the idea of us not being related, don’t you?” Jon touched the side of her face. “Is that how much you wish we were a real high school couple?”

“That’s how much I wish we had never met,” she corrected him.

“If we weren’t related I would do everything I could to get you to go out with me,” he assured her. “However, I’m glad we are related.”

“Because you’re sick and you like fucking your own sister?” she once again tried to remind him that what he was doing was wrong.

“Because it made getting close to you easier. You didn’t tell on me because I’m your brother and you can’t simply move away or ignore me at school. We live in the same home so it’s convenient.”

“I feel like a kidnap victim you didn’t even have to kidnap,” she sighed.

“One with Stockholm syndrome,” he whispered in her ear.

“Um, no. If this weren’t my house, I’d do everything I could to get out. I can deal with my brother fucking me every day, that’s the easy part. It’s this family I can’t stand. If I had a chance to leave this place, I definitely would.”

Jon fell silent. He had been unaware of how much Tiffany actually hated living with him and their parents. There was no way he was unaware of her unequal treatment but years of being ignored by her parents had made her docile. She never voiced her complaints. He simply thought she was okay with the situation. At the very least, he did not think she despised her own family.

“Aren’t you going to keep fucking me?” Tiffany asked while moving her hips, grinding her crotch against his pelvis. He could see that her eyes were closed. She was actually enjoying it slightly.

“Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.” He slammed into her without warning. “This kind of sex can be fun too.”

“Angry sex?” Tiffany asked before her head suddenly hit the wall at the top of her bed.