My Hero
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Note: from guys point of view
Note: This story is completely fictional!
I kicked off my shoes and lay back on the sofa flipping on the TV and opening a cold beer. Ah, it was good to finally be 21. Letting out a long sigh I lay my head back and ran my fingers through my dirty blonde hair, ruffling it slightly. I sat in what now appears to me as amazing calmness. I had no idea then that today would change my life.
I smiled as the game popped on screen, with 4 points leading in my favor. I had 20 bucks betting on Michigan to win. I mean, how could they not win. I sat back in a leisurely Saturday night manner sipping on my beer. As I looked up at the screen and the little cheerleaders popped up I felt my dick twitch. I hadn’t had sex in about three days and I could use a good cum session. As I closed my eyes and slowly ran my hand across the bulge that formed under my jeans I heard the phone ring. I groaned and lazily rolled on my side to grab it.
“hello?” I asked, still focused on my package.
“Mark is that you?” I sighed and cringed a little. It was my little sister. Not exactly the voice I wanted to hear whilst jacking off. Don’t get me wrong, her body is lean and fit. Her bust and butt form together to create the perfect curves. Alas, she was still my little sister and so she, of course, grossed me out most of the time.
“Yeah Jen, its me.”
“I know you don’t want to hear from your 15 year old sister on a Saturday night, but I really need a favor.”
I sighed, I knew as “big brother” it was my job to take care of her and always be there. I drew in a deep breath. “sure, what do you need?”
“Eee! Thank you thank you thank you!” she shrieked.
I sighed. “Just tell me what it is.”
“I need you to give me a ride to a .” Fifteen minutes later I was in front of mom and dad’s house parked in my truck. I saw the door open and Jennifer ran out waving to our parents. My mouth dropped slightly at the sight of her in a short denim skirt and a black V-neck T-shirt. Her blonde hair had been permed into beautiful long waves.
As I looked at the sky I saw that it was especially dark for being only 7:30. Then, as a small droplet of rain splashed on my windshield I figured out why. Jennifer smiled at me as she reached the door. “Hey girl!” I said as she jumped into the passenger seat. She smiled cutely up at me with her sweet teenager-bubblegum-pink lips. I smiled as I pulled the car out into the street and she told me where to go.
When we were about half way there we stopped at a red light and I reached under the seat for something in the present moment I can’t even quite remember. As I sat back up and turned my head I saw a huge tattooed man with a knife to Jen’s throat.
“what the fu—” I hadn’t realized there was another man outside my window, and something hard and blunt crashed across the back of my head. Everything went black.
When I awoke my head was swirling in throbbing pain. I groaned and with the only strength I had left, I managed to somewhat roll onto my side. My face was pressed against a dirty wooden floor that smelled old and unused. My vision was slurred and the sounds echoed painfully in the depths of my head. I groaned and widened my eyes trying to see what was going on.
The only thing I could tell at the moment was that my shirt was gone and the wife-beater I had under it was ripped as well. My hands were bound and my legs seemed to just not work. My vision still only contained several blurry fragments. The two main black blurs I could distinguish, I eventually made out to be as two big burly men.
When my vision became further comprehensible I realized the men were savagely tearing away at my sisters clothes leaving her completely exposed to my eyes. My mouth gaped open but I turned my head away. I was sickened as the image of her sexy innocent body being defiled, and it sickened me more that I couldn’t force the image from my head. Even though I was turned away and trying to shun the image burned into my brain, I could still see her every detail. I could see her ripped sweatshirt on the floor and her little torn shirt showing her breasts expertly. I could still exactly make out her angelic face and big blushing pink cheeks. I could see her smooth legs crossed in fear. The one main feature I couldn’t seem to forget was her amazingly smooth, sexy, bare, pink pussy. I shivered.
I looked down as I began to regain some of the movement in my legs. Looking up I saw that only one of the men was still in the room and he was rubbing his dick through his jeans while savagely grinning at my sister. My face cringed and my fists clenched in (what I now question between jelousy and) brotherly protection. He had pulled out his dick and had my sisters legs spread and was trying to get his cock into her . I smiled seeing she was making it very difficult for him and thrashing around on the table screaming “get away from me you sick twisted mother-fucking shit-eating ass-raping pig-fucking ass hole!” and other interesting profanities.
His hand violently smashed against the side of her face and in mere seconds my rage snapped in once again. In one leap I managed to jump on the guys back and lock my arm around his neck. As he struggled for air he somehow managed to lock an arm under me and he threw me over his shoulder. On my flight through the air I saw that Jen had already passed out. I growled as I hit the floor and then, using my years of high school football, I charged at him with all the power in my body. As he slammed into the wall I staggered backwards but managed to throw a wicked punch right into his scull.
I didn’t even get to see him hit the floor, for I felt strong arms clench around my neck. Kicking the knee cap of my assailant, he dropped me to the floor with his death hold on my neck unwavering. I struggled on the floor grabbing at his hands trying to free myself. I managed somehow to elbow him in the head and he was out.
Even if he woke up in mere seconds I took the opportunity of his unconciousness and I rushed over to my sister scooping her into my arms. I didn’t even look back, simply charging out of the door with Jen cradled in my arms. The rain poured down soaking me instantly and covering the land in a deep coat of wet darkness. As the lightning flashed I saw that we had been taken to somewhere far outside of town and all I could make out was open land.
All I knew at that moment was I had to get away and get my sister safe. I ran. I ran like there was no tomorrow. I ran, not to anything in particular, just away from those men. I ran through a field, deep into a forest, past a water bank and back into another field. The endless rain poured down on me but I managed to keep running and keep Jen locked in my arms.
I finally saw a barn that seemed to stand alone in the field. I ran inside to get Jen warm and to see if we could stay for the night. I was surprised to see that the barn was lit, albeit dimly, to shine on the stables of several animals. A patch of hay with a grey blanket was laying in the back of the barn I walked slowly and exhaustedly towards it, sitting down and setting Jen gently against it. She stirred and her eyes weakly opened up. She snapped into reality and, thinking she was in the hands of the men, began to scream.
I covered her mouth. “Shh, baby its okay.” I cradled her in my arms as she sobbed. I nuzzled my face into her wet locks of hair and sighed. “we’re safe now.” She stopped crying and looked up at me.
“You saved me.” She said softly and I again held her tightly against me. “I love you.” She sniffled. I smiled down at her and she looked lovingly into my eyes. It was an admiring simple loving look that lovers often gave to one another. But…we weren’t lovers.
“I can’t believe that guy was going to rape me.” She said, slightly calmer now, her humorous good-natured personality starting to show. She seemed to just be stating it so that she knew it really happened. “I mean, sick.” She giggled a little and I smiled now that she seemed to be relaxing and taking it all in more easily. “I can’t believe I could have lost my virginity to him.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. “You’re a…” I paused still trying to comprehend why this young beauty had not been sucked and fucked eagerly by god knows how many of the perverted young guys that went to her school.
“yeah, I’m a virgin.” She said smiling up at me. I was still shocked. “I mean, that would have been sick if those guys raped me,” She giggled, “I mean, I’d rather even fuck YOU than THEM.”
I froze simply trying to comprehend what she had just said. All I managed to do was stare at her. I mean I knew she was kidding, well, I was pretty sure she was kidding. She sat up and I was suddenly aware of her naked pussy against my leg. I still stared into her eyes I just…couldn’t react… to any of this.
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This is my third Carnival of Mirrors tale. The others, also available on fictionmania, are: Carnival of Mirrors: Four Fates. Carnival of Mirrors: Generations. Like those, this one is a standalone tale. You don't have to have read them to follow this tale, but if you enjoy this one you'll probably enjoy them, too. If you like stories with a World War II setting you might also like my story: Mantra: Day of the Storm God Most of that one is set in Berlin during the final...
Angel S:1 E:16 Season One Finale "The Hero and the Terror Part II" By G.M. Shephard Copyright © 2012 Edited by: jeffusually kittylover --- Acknowledgments Back in August of 2013, I began writing my first ideas that had been occupying my mind for years. Looking back to that night, seated in front of my computer when I began typing "Angel's" first couple words, I never thought it would become something to so many people. After several revisions I finally reached...
Don't be a hero By Claire Heatherton The hot desert air hit Kenny like a ton of bricks when he walked out of the Airport towards the Taxi stand. It was Kenny Hannington's first trip to Las Vegas, he and his friend Larry were there for a one day convention and three days of relaxation. Kenny never really believed Larry's claims that it was possible to relax in Vegas but he played along anyways. The flight arrived late in the evening with the hopes to avoid the crowds. Of course...
Kathrine gasped as she sat up in the bed. It's too soon, he couldn't have rescued her and returned already she thought to herself. She spoke to the room, "Lights please." She quickly rose, dressed, and moved toward the door. I'll meet him at the portal, since this was his second rescue he still may not be sure of what to do. I'll have both of them checked in the healing chamber and then take Ava Foreman to the bedroom. Then I'll have Jimmy wait in the den. It just seems to be too soon....
The next morning Arron woke early, bathed and dressed in his light leather armor. He walked down to the common room for breakfast and was saluted by the desk sergeant. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Jerros." There was a noise outside so Arron walked to the main entrance and opened the doors. He was greeted by a loud cheer. A crowd was quickly gathering; people pushed forward, patted him on the back and shook his hands. He was about to step back through the door when Jerina rushed...
"How are you Princess?" I heard in my ear after saying hello. Was it him? It sounded like him, but I've had a couple of crank calls in the last year so I wasn't sure. "Who is this?" I asked. "It's your friendly Spiderman Princess, or should I say the Chubby Hippoman, or the Whaleman or the walrus, pig, Sasquatch, clumsy oaf, the Beast, twinkle toes or my favorite, Quasimodo. You did call me Einstein and Genius as well but I don't think you meant them as compliments." he...
Mallory French sat on the side of his bed for close to an hour - holding his hand. He gripped her hand tightly when the demons came back to haunt his memory. The demons kept trying to claim the girls again as he saw them in the car crying, gulping the dirty water as they screamed to him for help. He snatched them away from the demons of death and took them to their momma. He felt good and slept with the pretty woman’s hand, holding his hand. Marc rested peacefully for the first time since he...