Our physical contact started when we were both over eighteen; so we were consenting adults, aware of what we were doing. Nobody forced anybody.In our ...amily, nudity was never a big deal. It was casual and accepted. So we were used to seeing each other in various states of undress without any silly feelings of shame or shyness.One day we were home alone as it happens some times. I took a shower and as I left the bathroom to my bedroom, my sister met me wrapped in a towel on her way in to take. He raped her dry. He didn’t care either. Now he rapes her about every month right on her most fertile days too, the bastard. He just wants to knock her up.”I said, “But she is only twelve.”Bethany replied, “I know that but she has periods just like I do. You know what they say…if you’re old enough to bleed, you’re old enough to breed.”I asked, “Won’t you get pregnant?”She giggled and said, “No silly. The first thing that Mom did when I got my first period was to get me on birth control. Then. I watched her as I came, struggling to keep my eyes open, knowing that this was the hottest experience of my life.After it was over, she collapsed on top of me for only a few seconds, then rolled off me, breasts heaving, quite the beautiful sight to see, one leg still draped across me. She was totally spent."Leave" was all I heard from Brad. I was out of breath, but hey, his place, his girl, his rules - I immediately got up, got dressed, walked out, got in my car, and drove away. What a fucking. I had to break off this touching, it was intimate enough and he knew that he could do as he pleased, but I wanted to be part of it and regain some control, so I danced off to the kitchen, but he followed, and came up behind me at the kitchen sink.As he walked up to me I noticed for the first time he was wearing a house coat, which parted to reveal his nudity underneath, his heavy penis, thick and venous, in a semi-arch sticking out in front, swaying and bobbing as he approached me, held my in a.