A singer visiting home - A jealous sister

Yes sir, very comfortable.

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I guess it was, but life is tough. Let's not overthink it.

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Sure. It started when I reached the house. I tried messaging my sister during the taxi ride, but I don't recall getting an answer. That was--well, I don't remember feeling bad about it. We've been drifting apart a bit anyway, lately.

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No, we're on better terms than that, it's just that she's busy with college and I'm busy with my career.

She didn't help carry my bags but she greeted me at the door. She's been filling out and I've been hitting the gym a lot, it felt weird to hug "Baby Bec" with her weighing more than me.

She had a lot more makeup than usual but it looked like a recent touch-up, and I asked, "Baby Bec, have you been crying?"

She snapped at me, "Would calling me a 'baby' make me feel better if I was?"

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No, not really defensive. She seemed annoyed more than hurt.

Anyway, I saw my mom next. Momma always looked worn out when I came home for a visit in the past, but this time she was dressed nicer and wearing a lot of makeup. She hugged me and she felt stronger than before.

I asked if she finally had a steady boyfriend. She said, "Of course not, dear. I'm just excited you are home."

We didn't talk long. Between carrying heavy bags and my flight getting delayed, I was ready for a shower.

I always lock the door by habit, even when I'm home. The lock was stuck this time, but so what, right? I didn't worry about it at first.

Big mistake! Bec entered the bathroom while I was showering. Super weird already, but she was in a swimsuit and she went straight into the shower! I screamed, and she... Uh... She said... Maybe nothing?

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No, she let me scream but I stopped on my own. Life is tough, let's not overthink it. Shit got weirder in a hurry, she started feeling up my body. She opened my mouth to look inside, she pinched my nipples, she gently rubbed my butthole with one finger--yeah, I told you it got weird--and then she started trying to rub my clit!

I said, "Bec. What the hell?" Calmly, like that, but still icy.

"I don't understand how you can be such an absolute slut and still be so innocent."

"Bec, again, for the hundredth time, a dancing outfit doesn't make me a slut. I don't have to perform in a trench coat to be a good person."

"You lying bitch, you musical types always go fuck everyone when you go on tour!"

"Bec, don't be so vulgar! The rest of the world isn't always as--uhmf, really Bec?"

The little shit had her left index finger in my anus and her right index finger in my vagina!

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Oh, only to the first knuckle, but you know how I've always been careful about my purity. She wiggled her fingers around a bit, muttered something about not believing I was still so tight, and stormed off out of the bathroom--still dripping water. Super weird.

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No, it was just one little confrontation, why would I be on alert?

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Of course not, this was far beyond anything she's ever said or done, but I was just home with family, yeah? How could I suspect something?

I told Mom after I got out. "She's just stressed with her studies," she said, "don't give her a hard time."

Dinner tasted better than usual, and not only because I was starving. There was something different about the spices and it reminded me of the ginger snaps Momma sent this month.

We three chatted casually, but I was tired. I soon went to bed, read some fashion magazines, and fell asleep.

I didn't sleep well. I don't know why--tummy ache, I guess--but I was so tired that I was confused. I thought I went to sleep in my nightshirt, but in the morning it was on the floor. Besides that, there was some weird flaky stuff on my skin around my neck and chin. I never did find out what that was about, because things started getting weird when I got up.

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Yeah, of course I put a top on. I don't even go around my house without underwear, much less topless, it feels so sinful. I threw the nightshirt on over my comfiest bra and the nightshirt had something flaky on it too, but I never learned more. Like I said, this was when my visit got rough.

Momma was in the hall. She was dressed normally but she was holding a little black gym bag, and she looked angry. "We need to talk about decorum," she said.

I needed to pee, but she glared at me when I tried to speak so I didn't really ask. I followed her downstairs to the dining room, where my sister was sitting with a man.

Momma, she, um, she was was never strong, physically. Momma was never like this in any way. But suddenly she grabbed me and shoved me into the dining room window. I hit my forehead kinda hard--yeah, that's the bruise you see--and it made a big noise. I was worried about the window, actually!

I should have been more worried about myself. I suddenly noticed my hands were cuffed together behind my back. Mom and Bec were--

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Yes, metal handcuffs. Look, you can still see those bruises too.

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I think that's what they were talking about. Mom and the guy were a little worried about me, but Bec convinced them to go on somehow.

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I don't remember her argument, but you know how things are. Life is tough, let's not overthink it.

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Repeating myself? No, I don't know what you mean. This is a difficult story to tell, can you please not pressure me, sir?

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Thank you. I can get through this, but it's not fun. As it plays through my mind I feel like the stress is more than I can bear sometimes, but hey, life is tough. Let's not overthink it.

Now, they talked a bit, but I got my hopes up for nothing.

Momma pushed me against the window, forcing my head to turn left. I couldn't clearly see if anyone was watching outside. She said, "You tormented this poor boy years ago by having the body of a tease, and now he has to watch you present yourself like a whore to the whole world! You owe so many boys a chance at relief, this is barely a start!"

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Um, no, I don't remember him at all. That argument doesn't make sense anyway, right?

Sir??

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Y-yes, so anyway, Bec stood over to the side of the window. She couldn't be seen from the outside but I could see her, with the side of my head **** against the glass. She put her hand into her shorts and started, um, sexually, she was touching herself.

At the same time, I could feel the boy move behind me, with Momma. I could feel his, his boy part, pushing between my--it was hard through the fabric, you see, but then he was already pulling off his pants. And it was all so much! I barely even managed to scream as I felt my pajama pants come down, along with my panties, they didn't even play around, I just felt skin on skin and suddenly he was putting this-- this--

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Yes, yes, I'm sure I can finish the story.

Momma was holding me while the boy put something slippery all over himself. Then the, the hands, his hands were, he--He grabbed my butt and he held me open and I felt him pushing the tip of his thing on my butthole and I--oh God, forgive me, I couldn't even fight back.

S-Sir? Why do you almost look--

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Yes, naturally, I agree.

He, uh, he didn't take long. That slippery stuff made it seem so easy for that thing to go inside me. It hurt so much, sir. My mind was racing trying to figure out Momma helping and Bec touching herself and who was this guy and was he clean and was anyone watching outside, but my thoughts got hopelessly jumbled every time he slammed that thing deep into my guts. I couldn't collect any ideas together and then he was holding it in while it shook and my sister laughed and said something about "misplaced seed."

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No sir, I didn't have time to think about that at all. Momma moved behind me just as soon as he pulled that thing out. My butthole was burning with pain and Momma had something hard, like plastic, covered in the slippery stuff. I guess it was a plastic man part and it was tied to her somehow?

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Oh, yeah, it could have been on a belt. I didn't see it clearly. I just know her hands were free.

Momma yanked up my sleep shirt and bra so my bare nipples were pressed against the glass. It was very abrupt and kinda painful, I guess I should have worried about people outside seeing me, but Bec's excitement and the pain down below were too distracting.

Momma said, "This is your punishment for whoring yourself to the nation. You lose your virginity to a woman like a filthy heathen and you have nothing to offer a proper man."

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No! Momma always supported me, you know that! But now she was sliding that into my-- into my vagina and I--

I--

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Right, right, I'm OK now. I'm safe.

So, Momma put the plastic thing in my vagina. That hurt too because it was big and she was pushing it quickly, but my vagina didn't hurt as much as my butt did. Momma was touching me the way Bec was touching herself, and Bec was talking to me I guess, it's hard to remember.

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I remember my nipples and face rubbing against the glass, and it hurt a little. I remember the handcuffs hurting my wrists a little. I remember my butt still hurt and my vagina hurt too, but there was this hot feeling building up while Bec was shouting and then Momma was shouting and then I was shouting but I was kinda crying too and it sort of felt good but like scary and not right.

Momma said, "There, you had an orgasm getting fucked by a girl, now you can't pretend you're clean in the eyes of God." And it made me cry and Bec was--

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Oh? I don't think I was hurt that badly. I have some problems down there but the slippery stuff helped.

Anyway, Bec was--

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Um, personally? Sir, wouldn't a doctor be better for checking such things? I don't think my manager is the right person to--

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B-but sir, I haven't been "teasing" you! I was--

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Sir, please, I was attacked. It wasn't a change in my lifestyle. I haven't suddenly become a se-- I mean, I'm not an adult entertainer.

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What do you mean, "for the camera?" Sir, you didn't mean you wanted to photograph my "injuries?" Those are my--

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Yes, sir.

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Yes, of course, sir.

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"Tough" is an understatement, but you're right. Overthinking never helps.

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