The Break In!

Hey Readers. Just a quick warning, this is NOT going to be one my usual warm and fuzzy paths. It is also going to be very short. I just have an itch I want to scratch with this short thread.

It has been a few weeks since the big reveal and your life has changed in ways you could have never expected. You'd already been with your mother and both your sisters and each experience had been...FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!!

Your mother treated you like, well, like a girl. She called you her baby boy but she kept pressing you toward wearing dresses and making yourself up like a young lady. For your mother you did it. It was extremely unexpected but you were shocked to learn that it felt pretty nice. Ah, who were you kidding, it felt fucking amazing. You felt pretty and sexy and happy when she would look at you with those desirous eyes. Wearing panties and a bra felt so naughty and got you so horny. She was the first to take your anal virginity and you discovered you had a...talent...for it. It felt incredible and you could receive like no one else in the family, taking even your mother and Fiona as deep and hard as they liked it. You also could achieve sissygasms, powerful orgasms brought about purely through anal stimulation. This made you a hit with the other Bailey's. Everyone in the family marveled at your ability to take it in the ass. This would have horrified you a month ago, now you just felt proud.

Fiona treated you like dirt. She teased you, she berated you, she humiliated you...and you ate it up. Fucked up as it was, with every demeaning insult the two of you grew closer and closer. The more you submitted to her humiliations of you the more attention you got from her. You began to crave her cruel words...sometimes. Step by step she was getting you in touch with your submissive side, at least in the bedroom. She kept trying to take it further than you were comfortable with, even going so far as to try to make you wear a collar and leash in public, but you put up limits on her dominance of you. Outside the bedroom you still fought and teased and argued but inside the bedroom there were fireworks. The pair of you had enjoyed some fucking fantastic sex. Being with the dynamic Fiona has been nothing like you imagined as you grew up fantasizing about her...it had been SO much better.

And Elsie...oh Elsie. Something was happening between the two of you. Your close relationship from years gone by had reformed and you were now closer than ever. The pair of you played together, went out together, slept together, constantly cuddled and touched and smiled and laughed. For a while you tried to deny the obvious but lately it was simply impossible to ignore. You were falling in love. Like capital L love. Somehow this forbidden love felt oh so natural. She completed you, and you her. Unlike the others she liked you for who you already were. She wasn't trying to make you into a girl or a **** or anything else, she just loved being with you. And you loved being with her, every moment apart was an eternity. Despite her dwarfing you down below she always made you feel like the man of the relationship. She built you up and made you feel like the luckiest man alive. You treasured your time with each of the family, but there was something more going on with your little sister.

Your relationship with your "almost" girlfriend Allison had invariably suffered as a result. You liked her, you really did, but...all you could think about was getting home to your family. She simply couldn't compete and the pair of you were drifting apart. You were getting mind blowing sex every single night. The boundaries being pushed and the taboo nature of it only exciting you more. And there was more yet to explore! You hadn't even been with your Aunt Peg yet and your Cousin Chloe only once. Also...crazy as it was it didn't take long at all to feel that Allison was...lacking. After being with your mother and sisters she seemed half a woman to you now. You could broach the idea of getting her a strap on, but why bother when you had the real thing at home? You also got the impression she felt you were lacking as well. Just cryptic little looks and comments here and there. The clock was ticking on your relationship and you both knew it.

***

Currently you were just stepping out of Fiona's car. Fiona turns off the engine as you grab the two bags of groceries the pair of you had run out to get. It was an absolutely gorgeous Friday evening and the family was going to have a barbecue and an all night orgy. Aunt Peg and Chloe were even coming over for it. It had been your idea and you were over the moon when everyone had agreed to the last minute plans. With Aunt Peg and Fiona always so busy and Chloe living downtown and having to bus it was fairly rare for all of you to find the time to meet up.

Fiona looks at your grocery bags with a smirk. "Got the jumbo shrimp, shrimp dick?"

You laugh, this was par for the course now with your older sister. "Shut up! You know I do."

She laughs with you and teases. "Yeah, I know you've got a shrimp dick. You're right. But do you have the jumbo shrimp?"

"Shut up!" You protest again. She shoots you a playful wink and the pair of you head inside.

As the pair of you walk in you hear raised voices coming from the kitchen. In the hall between you and the kitchen was Chloe, laid out and ****. Her glasses lay broken beside her and a big ugly swelling bruise puffed up her right eye. Your heart skips a beat and your breath catches in your throat. What the hell was happening here?

You hear as your mother shrieks out. "Leave her alone! Take me if you must but leave her alone!"

This is followed by the sound of a loud SLAP! Your mother cries out from being struck. "Ahhh."

El wails. "MOM! Oh my god. Stop! Please. Don't hurt my Mom. I'll...I'll do what you want..." SLAP! You hear the hard sound of an open hand strike. Elsie cries out in pain and fear. "NO! Please...I'll do what you want! I'm undressing! I'm undressing!"

There is a low pitched laugh. "That's better little girl. Now take off that shirt and lets see what you got. I said...take it off!!!" There is the sudden sound of violent rustling and of fabric being torn. Elsie screams out in terror.

In a flash you and Fiona are on the move. You drop the grocery bags and your sister grabs your tennis racket from the entry way as she goes. Shoulder to shoulder you streak down the hallway, careful to step over the prone Chloe as you went.

You enter the kitchen to see a rough looking thin man, just shy of six foot tall, spinning back toward you. He wore faded blue jeans and a baggy black hoodie. A shiny nickle plated revolver held out in front of him. Behind him your frightened and battered mother and sister. Fiona tries to rush him but the weapon quickly turns in her direction. "Woah, woah! Stop right there blondie!" He barks. She stops in her track and glowers at the business end of the revolver then up at the man. You could hear the creak of the racket's handle as she gripped it hard in her fury. He sneers. "What do we have here!? Oh my oh my, you are a hot bitch aren't you? What is with this fuckin family!? Hotties all around!"

"Put the gun down and fight me like a man you piece of shit." Fiona growls.

He seems amused by this. "Ohhh, this one's got some fight in her. Like the little one out in the hall." He laughs. "I'm gonna have some fun with you I can tell. Come on, over in the corner her bitch. Get down with you Mama there." Fiona just glares and does no such thing. You could see her weighing up her options.

You hold your hands out in an appeasing way and try to talk this crazy man down. "Hold on. Just leave now and..."

"Shut the fuck up!" He looks at you darkly. "What are you, the man of the house or something? Pfft. I should off you right now." He threatens. You see Fiona's face go blank, she was readying to rush him gun or no.

"Wait!" You say, more to Fiona than him. "Wait, wait, wait. Just leave dude. You don't want to...."

He cocks the gun and levels it steadily at Fiona's heart. "I said...shut up kid. This is my last stop, understand? I'm being put away for life and I've run out of places to hide. I'm having one last hurrah before the end." He looks up and down Fiona with leering eyes. "And I think I chose the right house! Booze, barbecue, hot bitches. Going to be a good time before they find me." He laughs wickedly. "Now, keep your mouth shut and you can watch me fuck your family's brains out. Keep yapping and people might start dying."

You swallow hard. The metallic taste of adrenaline in your dry mouth. In this moment, in this dire life threatening moment, your mind could only think of one thing.

Your eyes slowly turn to your beautiful little sister. Her dark frightened eyes look at you. She held her torn blouse to her pale body to cover her exposed breasts, her bra had snapped when he ripped the shirt from her. A red welt visible across her cheek where the man struck her. Tears flows from her eyes. Your mother was huddled down behind her in the corner, trying to pull her down to her so she could shield her youngest from this horrible intruder.

In that moment you knew what you must do. Your emotions were...muted. You didn't quite feel love or hate or rage, and yet you felt all of them at once. There was a calmness as the certainty of your actions laid before you as plain as day.

Despite it all, you smile. A small sad smile as you finally the one enduring truth in your heart. As in a second you live out the life you could have had. With a tear in your eye you say the most honest words that had ever left your lips.

"Elsie, I love you."

There is a strange silence as the words just hang in the air. El's eyes widen as she realizes what was happening. "Jesse! No!"

You step swiftly toward the home invader. Predictably he spins his pistol toward you and levels it at you chest level. You step straight into it and grab the barrel in both hands. He tries to wrestle it from you but you hold it firm. He could move it but neither could you. You **** his hand. The only way for him to get control of the weapon back was for him to pull the trigger. For him to shoot you. With a steel resolve you stare him straight into his dull gray eyes.

"Fiona! Now!" You shout.