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She jumped nearly a mile off the bed when she suddenly heard her bedroom doorknob turning. Her Father stumbled into her room, obviously drunk off his ass. Tavia checked to see if he was holding a knife or covered in blood, but everything appeared normal and she let out a relieved sigh. Her Father mumbled something under his breath; he was shit faced and completely incoherent. He continued bickering something incohesive, but then turned around and stumbled back out of her room. Tavia waited until he was completely out of site, then made a mad dash across her room and shut the door. 'I need to get the hell out of this house' was the only thought rolling around in her mind when she finally managed to get back to sleep.
It was a sunny Saturday morning, and although it appeared warm through her bedroom window, Tavia quickly learned that the cool autumn air had a bit of a bite to it. She loved the weekends, they were the only time she got to escape the hell that was her house.
She enjoyed spending the weekend at her best and only friend's house, a cute nerdy looking girl named Joleen. She craved everything that Joleen had: a nice, normal house with a nice, normal, loving set of parents and loving siblings. She was also envious of how happy and outgoing and confident Joleen was, which she could never muster from herself. Her home life left her feeling dirty and ashamed, and she didn't dare try to make any other friends, fearful that someone might discover what actually went on in her life everyday after school. Joleen was a perfect best friend, because whenever she asked to go to Tavia's house Tavia would just say that her brothers and Father were slobs, and that she didn't want Joleen to see the mess. Joleen never pressed the issue, and she had know idea how much Tavia loved and respected her for it.
She would stay at Joleen's right until Sunday evening, usually telling her Father that they had long school projects to work on together. In reality they only had one class together, math, which had very little group work throughout the duration of the course. Sunday always rolled around much quicker than what Tavia welcomed it to, and the most tormenting part was always the walk back home. The walk itself was fine, it was only a few blocks, but the thought of once again entering that nightmare of a house always made her feel so discouraged and broken down. But Tavia hadn't forgotten Brad's words, and an immaculate plan was brewing in her head.
She was definitely taking Brad up on his offer; she needed to get out of this house one way or another, even if leaving with her pervert brother wasn't exactly ideal. But she had decided that she was going to convince him they should go to Vancouver, giving no particular reason for that location except merely that she had always wanted to go there. Secretly, she had a good friend there named Sarah, a girl she had gone to elementary and junior high with who had moved before they started their first year in highschool. She would travel there with Brad, he would serve as good protection for the journey, and then ditch him as soon as they arrived. In her mind it was genius, the perfect way to leave her Father, both her brothers, and all of her pain and memories behind her. Then she could start fresh. Get a new look so that none of her family would recognize her if they did see her, and get a regular, boring job to fit in casually with the working world.
Sunday evening came with the quickness, and Tavia drearily ambled home. She opened and closed the front door as silently as possible, hoping not to wake anyone or draw any attention to herself. Brad was sitting on the couch watching tv, and the rest of the house was unusually quiet. "Where is everyone?" Tavia asked in a voice so quiet it was barely above a whisper. Brad spun around on the couch. "I didn't even hear you come in. Keegan went out with some friends, and Father didn't come home yet so he's probably at the bar. "Oh...okay" she stammered, and quickly started shuffling towards her room. "Wait, come sit with me" her brother requested, and Tavia stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then realizing he probably wanted to talk more about his offer.
She settled down on the couch beside her brother, and he gently rested a hand on top of hers on her leg. She flinched slightly, but she didn't remove his hand. She needed to play this as cool as possible so that she could carry out her plan. "I wanted to talk to you about what I mentioned the other night...", his voice trailed off and his eyes were glued to the floor as if he were embarrassed or shy or something. 'He's actually kinda cute when he looks this timid' she thought to herself. He was a very pretty young man, with the same icy blue eyes as his sister and soft, feminine features on his perfect face. Tavia also noticed how soft his hand was on hers; it felt almost delicate, and for some reason the longer they sat together the more comforted she felt. It was something she had never felt between her and her brother before.
"Go on" she said after several seconds of silence between them. "I think we should get out of here as soon as possible". Tavia nodded in agreement. "I love you, and I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I just...I love you so much. I just wanted you so badly...you're so beautiful", he let his gaze meet hers, and he noticed that her pale cheeks had turned a soft pink. She couldn't help but feel flattered and blush. "I want to go far away from here. I've always wanted to see Vancouver...". She threw the proposition in so casually. "Well then that's where we'll go" he replied, now beaming with his beautiful smile. He was so handsome. Without any warning he leaned in and kissed his sister's soft lips, and she didn't move a muscle, until he did it again. To her amazement, this physical contact actually felt...nice. She had never been kissed by any guys except for her pig Father.
"I...I'm sorry, I..." Brad stammered, but before he could get another word out Tavia leaned in and started gently sucking and biting on his bottom lip. Brad was stunned and motionless for a couple seconds, but he quickly felt his erection stirring in his pants, and he grabbed his sister's face sweetly and started passionately kissing her back. They made out for several minutes, his right hand wandering up to one of her breasts and squeezing it firmly. She moaned softly into their kiss, running her fingers over his pants along the head of his big, stiff cock. Her hand sent a tingling sensation over his entire body, and Brad had to hold back from losing it and cumming in his pants.
The front door opened with a loud bang as it swung into the wall, and their Father stumbled in and looked at his two children embracing each other lovingly on the couch. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" he bellowed, his voice echoing off all of the custard yellow living room walls. Brad and Tavia flew apart to opposite ends of the couch, both horrified at the thought of what their Father would do now. He stomped across the room in his large work boots, the house seeming to shake a little bit with every step.
He roared as he grabbed Tavia by the arm and began dragging her into his room. "Let me go!" she screamed, kicking and struggling as her heels drug across the carpet. "What did you say to me, you little bitch?" her Father growled in response, striking her across the face with his rough hand. "I said let go of me, you sick fuck!", tears were pouring down her face now and she looked to Brad for help, but he appeared to be paralyzed with fear. "So you wanna get mouthy, eh? You think you can swear at me and disrespect me like that? I think we need to do something about that dirty slut mouth!", and he suddenly redirected his course towards the bathroom. "What are you doing?" she cried, but he was strong and his powerful grip was impossible to escape.
Once in the bathroom he flicked the light on, keeping his death grip on his daughter the whole while. He unzipped his fly and pulled his briefs down enough to let his raging hard on emerge from his hand. Furiously he pumped a couple large globs of soap from the dispenser beside the sink and rubbed the soap all over his dick. "We're gonna wash that mouth out, see if you swear then" he sneered, forcing Tavia to her knees and wrapping both hands around the back of her head. She didn't wanna open her mouth, but her Father started pulling her tangled hair in both his hands, and as soon as she screamed in pain he rammed his cock down her throat. The soap tasted disgusting, and Tavia knew that the taste of her Father's cum wouldn't compliment it. But to her surprise, he didn't cum in her mouth, or on her face. He pulled his erection out of mouth and punched her square in the face, sending her sprawling unconscious to the cold bathroom tiles.
Tavia awoke an unknown amount of time later; she had a wicked headache and her eye was black and swollen. She touched it gently, and the stinging sensation made her cringe. She heard shaky breathing and quiet sobbing behind her, and she turned to see Brad sitting in the bathtub,knees to his chest and rocking back and forth. He was naked from the waist down, and there was blood trickling from underneath him and into the drain. "What the hell happened?" she asked, shaken from waking to see her brother in such a state. "Father r...r...raped me" he stuttered, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. Tavia gasped and stared at Brad, tears welling up in the corners of her pretty eyes. "Has he ever done that to you before?" she asked under her breath. "No. I'm so sorry I let him do this to you...". He burst into a fit of sobbing that prevented him from saying anything else. Tavia sat on the edge of the tub and wrapped her arms around Brad. "Tell me what he did to you" she whispered, and Brad took a deep breath.
"After he knocked you out he came out of the bathroom. I ran in and saw you lying on the floor. I was worried you were dead! I lost it and ran up behind him and punched him in the back of the head. But he barely even flinched. He punched me in the stomach and I doubled over, and then he tackled me to the ground and...". It was clear he didn't want to finish the sentence. "Brad...I...I love you, too. Let's get the hell out of here". "When?" he asked, his sobbing and heavy breathing now slowing down as he stared deep into his sister's eyes. "Tonight".
To be continued... -->
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