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I woke up screaming. It happened again; the third time this week and it was only wednesday. Well, technically Thursday now that it was 2AM. This damn dream just will not leave me alone. it has been 10 years since I was rescued but still it haunts me. I should not have survived the encounter. By all rights I should have died and there are times I wish I did. All of these memories and more come back every time I have the nightmare. I wish they would stop.

I hear a light knock on my door frame. The door to my room was open and my little brother by two years was standing there. My father stopped coming in years ago when he realized there was nothing he could do to help me. He tried, don't get me wrong, but he could only save me once. He saved me from death, but he can't exorcise my demons.

My brother, though, still comes to check on me. I was missing for over three years. He was only five when I was taken but I think he was more excited to have me back than anyone. We had always been close. Enough so that three years of torture was not enough to break us apart. Hence the reason he is standing in my doorway. 10 years and he still checks on me.

"That was a bad one, wasn't it?"

I could only nod my head in agreement. It had been bad. He came over to sit on the side of my bed anyways.

"You hit my wall a few times. Must have been putting up a hell of a fight. You sounded like you were choking though. Sometimes I think you are dying just from the noises you make. But you still come back to me."

He stroked my cheek and put a small smile on my face. The simplest of gestures was all it took. If only I could meet someone who could do what he does for me. Maybe then these nightmares would fade.

"Hey. Sorry I woke you. The dreams have been frequent the last few weeks." And they had been, too. I know I sound like crap. Lack of sleep has been doing that to me. It is hard to sleep when you're afraid of the dreams. I tried the sleeping pills, too. All they did was make it harder to wake from the nightmare. Never again is all I have to say.

"I care too much about you to let this bother me." He pulled me into his chest and held me close. He had grown so much. I felt like a child in his arms. He was even bigger than our father. It was like being held by a bear of a man. A big soft teddy bear. Albeit a teddy bear that could throw me like a football.

"I'm still sorry. Thank you though. I feel better now. Go back to sleep. You'll need your sleep for this weekend."

With a gentle kiss to my forehead, he left my room to head back to sleep. This weekend was going to be exhausting. Particularly with it being his birthday. The big 1-8. I think dad hired a stripper to commemorate the event too. Leave it to a cop to make it inappropriate.

I was so thankful to not get a nightmare the rest of the week. I actually slept well enough to have some energy come Saturday. The festivities lasted all day and well into the evening. When most of the younger crowd had shuffled out to head home, that was when the problem arrived. This tall, slender stripper with obviously fake tits came over. She had a bouncer just in case but when he got one look at my dad and brother I heard him whisper to the stripper "sorry babe, you're on your own." It made me smile a little bit.

Our father whooped and pulled out a wad of bills from his pocket. I left immediately and my brother soon afterwards. Dad had to buy him a lap dance, though, and I think the girl had more fun with him than anyone else knowing this big hunk of meat was fresh on the market.

I was getting depressed. I didn't even get an 18th birthday party, mainly because I had no friends, and everyone gets uncomfortable around me when sex is even thought about. I understand their reservations but I'm 20 now. I should be on the dating scene, getting laid, having fun. I'm even in college! But no. Everyone in the city knows who I am. If they don't, someone tells them. So instead I am pushed aside like old laundry before anyone even gives me a chance.

Maybe it is because I am scarred and ugly. I have a hard time looking in a mirror without crying. Every time I do I see the tube coming out of my nose. I see the dried spunk covering me. It makes me feel dirty, used. Damaged. As much as I dislike seeing my own visage, I still have a full length mirror in my room. It is behind my door so that I do not see it often, but it is still there.

With the image of the stripper fresh in my mind I stripped down to my underwear and looked into the mirror. I knew I shouldn't but I needed to compare. For a second I just saw myself. My brother always told me I looked pretty and for a second I saw it too. Then the memories came back. I immediately stepped away from the mirror and buried my face in pillows. I didn't want to cry. Not on my brothers birthday. The tears came anyways though. Moments later so did my brother.

"You must have ESP for when I'm upset." Tears may have been running down my cheeks but at least I wasn't a sobbing mess.

"I figured the stripper would instill at least some bad thoughts. I was coming in whether you were upset or not though."

It made sense. He does know me pretty well anyways. I wasn't expecting him to scoop me up off my bed and plant me in front of the mirror again though. He rubbed a hand over my face and another over my body. The warmth of his touch kept me soothed and the demons away. It was nice.

"I have this magazine that I've stashed for years. I'm going to open it up and I want you to compare yourself to what you see."

He opened a playboy to the centerfold. Out popped a beautiful woman in nothing but her birthday suit. I'll admit, even I was turned on a little. With it dangling next to me, though, I couldn't help but notice similarities between herself and me. Sure I wasn't a blonde and my breasts were nowhere near the same size, but we both shared a similar body. I never realized just how nice I kept my body. All of that time spent exercising with nothing better to do seems to have a plus side.

Suddenly I could feel a pressure on my lower back. It took me a second but when my brother shifted my eyes widened at what it was. My brother had a hardon from looking at me in the mirror! I was shocked and confused, but not disgusted. He was, after all, the only man who ever showed me tenderness.

I looked at my brother in the mirror and rubbed my back against his boner to see how he would react. He blushed but did not move away. Instead he wrapped his arms around me just below my breasts and pulled me into him. He was definitely a sizable man from what I could feel and I was already feeling a little frisky from the playboy. I wondered what his intentions were as he dropped down to his knees behind me so we were close to the same height. He was still a few inches taller than me though.

"All of those years of helping you through your worst moments, seeing you at your lowest, and here I am getting a boner because I have you mostly naked in my arms."

"I'm sure most people would find that disturbing. I find it flattering you can still be attracted to me after everything."

"The past means nothing compared to the present and presently I have the world's biggest tease rubbing against my wood. God I need to get laid."

I picked up a foot and started rubbing it along the tent of his pants. I got a hearty grown out of him when I used my toes to rub and squeeze his bulbous tip. It felt empowering to know I was turning him into putty. His bone was starting to jump when I caressed the tip now and I felt a small wet spot on his shorts. There wasn't much material between his glans and my foot so I figured he didn't have underwear on today. I used that to my advantage as I hooked a toe in his waist and pulled them down and over his bone. As the soft pads of my foot brushed over his tip he pulled me tighter into his arms. I never wore sandals or exposing footwear so the pads were as soft and supple as ever. I hooked my arms around his neck, pulling his head down and into my shoulder gently while I continued my ministrations. He was breathing heavy as he took in my scent and started nibbling on the sensitive skin there. His arms fell away from my torso and scooped me up by the backs of my legs. It surprised me enough to get me to squeak but I soon realized it freed up both of my feet to roam. With his pre starting to trickle out steadily now, I had a good supply of lube to get some better pressure and control into the action. I wasn't ready for what happened next though.

He lowered me down a little further than my feet could reach him and I thought he was getting tired from holding me until his erection pressed against my mound through my thin panties. His heat radiated through the thin fabric like it was a lump of burning coal. He buried his nose into the corner of my neck and started rubbing me through the fabric. His bone was hard enough to get plenty of pressure to give me pleasure. I steeled myself waiting for the inevitable panic attack from the contact but it did not come. Instead I started to get wet and soak through my panties. In no time I was adding my own heat and juices to the mix coating his wood.

"I'm sorry sis. I need you so bad. I have never wanted anyone so bad as I want you right now, right here."

I reached down and pulled my panties to the side, "then take me."

His movements started pushing his tip up a little and it pushed my labia apart enough to directly brush against my clit. The jolt was electrifying and I arched my back, angling my pelvis in just the right way to slide him in on the next thrust. At least that was the idea. That thrust hit my pelvic bone, stretched my opening in an awkward way, and sent a shooting pain through my pelvis. I couldn't stop the yelp that snuck past but it was enough to get my brother to stop in his tracks.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get so overzealous. Let me make it up to you."

I didn't even get a chance to object before he slipped his hands to just under my rump and started rubbing at my mound. It felt too good for me to object so I just leaned back against his chest to enjoy the ride. The hit didn't deter my amorous intentions as much as either of us thought and quickly I had a little dribble of my lubricants dripping from my lips. Brother used the excess to push past my lips and worked a finger in my hole. It wasn't a dick but it still felt good. He worked the finger around as deep as he could and still hold me up. He was doing a good job of it but I really wanted more.

"Set me down. You'll get better leverage and I can turn around to look at you."

Sexy may not have been in my repertoire but I got no remarks on the matter. He let me stand on my feet and only gave me a moment to balance myself before his hand was upon my mound again. This time the finger went deeper and hit more delicious spots that I couldn't reach myself. I couldn't stop the moan when he started swirling his finger around. Now that I was facing him, I took his member into my own hands. Surprisingly he was still moist from my juices and it gave me some lubricant as I started to rub him to full mast again. He had already been getting hard again but it wasn't the rock hard bone that hit my pelvis bone yet. I wanted him in all his glory when he took me again.

Now I wanted him. I was wet, worked up, and craving something more in me. I stopped his hand from playing with me. Once he was upright and looking at me funny I jumped up and latched onto his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist. It surprised him to say the least but he recovered without dropping us on the ground. I had landed in just the right spot to run myself on his dick again though it was with some difficulty. I didn't have the right angle to get him in without having free hands. He one upped me by lifting me by the legs again but he walked us over to lean me against the wall. With me mostly pinned this way, I watched in fascination and awe as his dick slowly spread me apart. The sensations were glorious as inch by inch worked into my body. There was a little pain from being stretched but it was a good pain. Closer to the burn of a workout. I felt my insides shift and pull when he hit bottom and paused. He was mostly in and I felt amazingly full. I haven't had anything in me this big since I was in captivity. Back then it was painful. Not any more.

He pulled back until just the tip was in and pushed in with deliberate force. I gasped at the sensations. Never had I felt so full. It was almost uncomfortable but the pleasure easily overshadowed any I had felt. I couldn't believe either that by the fourth thrust I was already building for an orgasm. By the sixth I was crashing down in the maelstrom of ecstasy. How I came so fast was beyond me. A second was building up within a few more thrusts anyways. This kept up until my tenth or so orgasm, I lost track.

"Oh god, sis. You feel so good! I'm not going to last much longer!"

"Don't hold back! Cum inside me, I want to feel everything!"

"Won't you get, yanno, pre--"

"I can't get pregnant you dolt! No uterus. Now shut up and fill me up!"

And boy did he! That first shot hit with such pressure it actually stung a little. His orgasm kept dragging out and every second another shot of his jizz would pump into me. It got so much I could feel it pushing out past his dick and running down my butt crack. That part wasn't too pleasant but everything leading up to that point was beyond enjoyable so I could excuse that little bit.

"Oooh god, that was amazing."

"You're telling me! I haven't cum that hard in ages! I know it was your scars but they make for some great sensations during sex. Ribbed for his pleasure, yo."

"Cute, bro. Could have done without that. So what's next?"

"Well I usually jump in the shower at this point. We may need to get s towel on the carpet though..."

"Totally not what I meant you ape. No, where do we go from here? I mean, I couldn't keep you off the market. You're my brother! There would be too many questions..."

"Oh yeah, forgot about that. Well, I have a friend you might be interested in. He has had a bit of a crush on you too. Want his number?"