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Time Traveling Sister Wants Brother To Rape Her Past Self free porn video
AN: This has got the be the weirdest fucking story I ever made. Obvious disclaimer, please don't rape family members, please don't rape friends, please don't rape people in general, it's a crime and obviously not gonna play out how you think. Your sister won't fall in love with you if you rape her in real life, so please don't fucking do it.
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I looked at the pocket watch in my hand with an almost giddy smile. In fact, I had a grin so wide, I was almost worried I was about to break my own face.
Still, I couldn't stop my own excitement from rushing through my veins.
After all...
I was back.
Back when I was just 20 years old again, working in online college and still living in my parents house with my little brother.
Back when I was still working a boring minimum wage job just to have a sense of responsibility and to pay off tuition.
And most importantly...
Back before I was raped by my precious little brother.
I was just outside the house, by the window of my own room. Peering through the window as inconspicuously as I could, I saw my past self laying down on her bed as she mindlessly procrastinated on her YouTube recommendations.
Her black luscious hair splayed out on top of her pillow, and her golden eyes gleamed with humor as she giggled over whatever she was watching at the time.
Her young pale skin was practically glowing in innocence.
Oh yeah, she was definitely me.
I can't believe it's already been ten entire years.
My name is Jane. Jane Doe. Don't wear it out.
I was a thirty year old woman in a loving relationship with a magnificent husband, who lived in a beautiful dream house in Ohio, USA. Besides onto two crucial details about myself, I was in all accounts, just a normal woman with a normal life.
I should probably mention how those two crucial details would make me anything but, though.
The first one is that my husband is actually...
You. John Doe.
That in itself shouldn't be weird, if it weren't for the fact that you were my little brother. Not as in childhood friend who I considered a brother, not an unrelated step brother who had no blood relation with me, none of that. When I meant brother, I mean that you and I came from the same exact womb of our same exact mother, after being conceived from our same exact father. Two years apart.
Secondly, somehow and someway, I've gained access to travel through time by using a mysterious pocket watch that I randomly found one day.
I couldn't really explain it any better than that.
Like any human being after being given the literal power of time itself, the first thing I did was to use this power to travel back in time to re-experience a precious memory.
Not the memory of my graduation. Not the memory of my first childhood toy. Not even the memories of the day you proposed to me, as sweet and fond as I am with that day itself.
No... The memory I have is something a majority of normal people would rather never want to experience ever again, or would rather never experience in the first place.
I'm obviously talking about the day I had my virginity forcefully taken from me by the man I would one day marry and fall in love with. You know, my brother. You. In case I haven't mentioned that enough times.
If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm kind of a little obsessed with you.
I double checked my pocket watch again, making absolute sure that I was at the correct date.
I confirmed that it indeed was today, smiling in excitement.
I arrived at the day I've always missed and wanted to relive again. It was only just minutes away before the fated moment would finally happen.
I could almost remember as if it just happened to me yesterday.
I was supposed to be working on a milestone report of a project for my online college. I had the document in the background however, deciding instead to just dick around on YouTube due to boredom. I swore to myself I'd eventually get it done sometime tonight, but only after a series of videos that were supposed to be my last.
It was then that you suddenly stepped into the room. You opened the door and nervously called out for me, "Jane?"
I looked up, giving a polite smile as I welcomed you in. "Hey lil bro. What's up?"
You were always precious to me, even before we fell in love. I was like a second mother to you, in a sense. I looked after and took care of you, ever since we were young. You would always rely on me, and as the big sister, it was always my duty to be there for you whenever you needed me.
When you came into my room, you closed the door shut and locked the doorknob tight. Facing me, you had the most nervous, almost scared, look I've ever seen in my entire life. It was almost like you did something you weren't supposed to do, and needed my help or advice.
Worried, I stood up from my bed and put my laptop away, asking in concern, "Hey, what's wrong?"
I wasn't sure why you would lock the door. Our parents weren't home anyway, busy working at their jobs. They trusted me to look after the house and you while they were away.
I assumed it was probably just habit, or maybe just so that Mom and Dad couldn't sneak up on us if they suddenly decide to come home early.
Whatever it was, you slowly stepped up to me with tense steps, almost visibly gulping in trepidation. It honestly made me sort of scared.
"Jane... You love me, right?" You asked, nervously clenching your hands to a fist as you stared at me.
"Of course I do. You're my little brother after all. I'd always be there for you." I reassured you with a smile.
"You... You'd never hate me if I did something to make you angry, would you?" You would ask.
I raised an eyebrow, curious at what you could have possibly then to make you think I would be angry. There was usually nothing that could faze me, if I'm honest, and I especially wouldn't be that upset by anything if it was something you did.
"Of course I wouldn't." I reassured again. "What's this about, John?"
"I... I just want you to know that I really really love you, you know? I wouldn't do anything if it wasn't out of a sense of love." You would try to tell me. Your face grew red and there was almost visible sweat dripping down your forehead.
In my head, I imagined a million different scenarios that might have possibly happened to make you act this way. Maybe you broke my hair dryer after borrowing it without telling me. Maybe you made a mess in the kitchen that you felt was impossible to clean up without my help.
Whatever it was, I chuckled and told you, "I love you too, John. No matter what happens, nothing could possibly change that. So go ahead and tell me exactly what you did, and we'll fix it together."
"I... I'm really glad to hear you say that, Sis..." You mumbled, smiling back at me.
But it wasn't a normal smile. You looked... almost crazy.
Without warning, you stepped towards me and roughly grabbed my head before forcing me into a kiss. You roughly pushed me down and smashed your lips against mine.
Sometimes I would give you a playful kiss on the cheek, but never have we kissed like this. It was too rough, too intimate, it was something that siblings should never do to each other.
I was almost too shocked to properly react to it. It was when I felt your tongue forcing itself inside my mouth that I tried to push you away. I didn't know what the hell had gotten into you, but I planned to put a stop to it.
You wouldn't let me, however.
I didn't know when and how you had gotten so strong, but you'd manage to force both of my hands together and hold them right above me with just a single grip. Your other hand was roughly groping me and trying to tear my clothes off.
I'd whimper and scream against you, feeling you actually tear apart my buttoned shirt off and toss it away to the side. You roughly groped my breasts like a mindless animal.
I tried to kick you off, and your legs were on top of mine too heavily. I could barely do anything to get you off of me.
I was horrified at what was happening. I didn't even fully comprehend what was going on. I couldn't believe what you were doing to me.
I tried to desperately push your mouth away. I almost considered biting your tongue off, if it weren't for the fact that I remembered you were my little brother at the last moment. Even though I was scared, and even disgusted at what was going on, I still couldn't bring myself to do anything that might harm you.
Eventually, you finally pulled your face away as you gasped for air, leaving behind a dribble of your saliva down my chin.
When I could speak again, I shouted at you, "What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!"
"I'm sorry, Jane. I can't resist any longer." You breathed heavily, leaning down to sniff my neck, "Oh god, I can't hold myself back anymore. I need you so badly."
"John, this is wrong! I don't want to do this!" I shouted, doing my best to squirm my way out of your ironlike grip. "Please let me go!"
I never could have imagined my own little brother, my sweet innocent little brother that I've known my entire life, to be capable of acting so selfishly and brutish.
I remembered thinking to myself that this couldn't possibly be my little brother. You were kind, polite, and gentle. You wouldn't ever harm a fly.
I didn't want to hurt you, but I tried fighting back as hard as I could. I shivered in fear when I felt your fingers slowly caress my body downward.
I prayed that this was all some sort of nightmare.
"You're so beautiful, Jane." You whispered, almost as if you were talking to a lover.
"Please don't." I whimpered.
Then I felt you tear away my shorts, and my mind instinctively went blank.
Unfortunately, I could never remember clearly what happened next. Maybe it was just how my brain worked, but for some reason, what happened after was hazy and unclear. Perhaps the trauma of it forced my brain to repress the memory as deep as it could at the time. Even though I've come to accept and even the embrace the day as one of the best moments in my life, I was sad to admit that I could never actually remember the whole event. The only thing I could remember after that, was me curling in the corner completely naked with tears running down my face. Alone.
Whenever I thought back to this day, I usually just fill in the blanks myself with my own fantasies. Sometimes I imagined myself slowly accepting what was happening and returned your forceful love back in full. Sometimes I imagined you keeping me locked underneath your body for the entire night as you continuously fuck me over and over and over again.
No matter what though, I could never quite remember it right.
Now you might be wondering why in the world I would ever consider something like this to be such a cherished memory, when I was originally so horrified to the point of being absolutely traumatized into repressing the whole day deep the depths of my mind.
Honestly, who knows? Maybe it was Stockhold syndrome. Maybe I was sick in the head and always wanted my own little brother to conquer me, even if I never realized it before. Maybe something inside of me broke and I only became sick in the head after this all had happened.
Whatever it was, I still ended up in a happy life with a happy relationship anyway. I've just come to embrace it.
But now, finally, here I was just outside the window to my own room, moments away from being able to relive the whole experience again in an outsiders perspective. I had an opportunity given to me that no other man, woman, or being could ever possibly hold in their entire life.
Now I could finally see the whole thing again in full detail, in its entirety. No fake memories, no false fantasies, just the full moment completely uncensored and live.
I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it.
Minutes pass by, and I finally saw your younger self open the door and enter the room.
Seeing your face again, looking so young and innocent, it made me feel so nostalgic of how normal our innocent sibling relationship was once like.
It just made me all the more excited to see the day our relationship would slowly begin to transform into something more forbidden and taboo.
My younger self smiled and stood up from her bed as she put her laptop away, "Hey lil bro. What's up?"
This was it. This was the moment.
I pulled out my phone and began recording the moment, doing my best to stay incognito. I couldn't wait to bring home this souvenir and maybe even show it to my husband later when we make love again.
Your younger self looked so nervous, he was awkwardly scratching his head with a blush, as he asked, "Hey, sis..."
This was it! I began to smile giddily. Finally, after all these years!
"I... um... I kind of need some love advice." You awkwardly stated while rubbing your arm.
...
Excuse me, what?
"Love advice?" The younger version of me chuckled, before teasing, "Oooh~ Don't tell me you found yourself a girlfriend, John?"
"Sort of. Not really." You began to explain, "Actually, I kind of need help... trying to get someone to become my girlfriend. There's a girl I... I have a crush on."
This... This didn't happen the first time... I never remembered it going down like this.
Why didn't you lock the door? Why weren't you acting erratic and guilty?
"Oh, this ought to be good." Younger me giggled, before patting the spot next to her. "Come 'ere. Tell me everything. Your good ol' big sis is gonna do her best to sort everything out."
This was wrong. This was so wrong in so many ways.
I checked the date again to make sure I got the right day. I was absolutely sure that this was the day you forced yourself on me. It's not something I could just forget or get wrong. This was the day that changed my life and our relationship forever!
So... Why wasn't it being played out just like I remembered it?
Something was wrong... And I couldn't understand how or why.
I sat still, hiding outside the window for what must have been hours, eavesdropping and spying on our past selves in hopes of something developing. But nothing ever happened.
You talked about another girl, some floozy I never heard of, and the younger me was laughing and encouraging you to be brave, encouraging you to ask this random girl out on a date. The more I stuck around, the more heartbroken I became.
Eventually, you felt better and hugged each other, before thanking her and leaving the room.
The younger version of me went back to lying on her bed with a satisfied grin, opening up her laptop again to continue procrastinating.
No one got their clothing torn off. No one got their virginity stolen.
No one got raped.
And I could only sit there in confusion, with an aching heart.
What happened? How could this happen? How did this happen?
Why did this happen?
In my disappointment and confusion, I decided to take out my pocket watch again to go back home to think things further. I just needed some time to wrap my head together.
If only I knew just how much different the future was going to be when I came back.
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