Thread: Brotherly Comfort (w/ kckolbe)

There had been a time before her life became this. Kara knew that there was more to life than what she now endured in silence. When things went from bad to worse, the teen tried to focus on the good memories and take mind away from her body. Tried was the operative word, the pain tended to interfere with her focus. Tears of hopelessness slid unhampered down her cheeks, while her hands gripped the bed beneath her. Each brutal thrust caused her to cry out, feeling as though he was ripping her apart. His hand was rough in her hair, yanking her head back saying something that she didnt really hear anymore. The first time he had done this, she had heard every humiliating word, every cruel barb, every sickening thought he shared. She tried to find something positive out of this, and the only thing she could latch onto was at least there wasnt a risk of getting pregnant with him using her how he was. When he was done, he would leave her there, his cum leaking from her rear and her butt cheeks both sporting imprints from his hand or his belt. It took her time to be able to move, her legs always felt weak and every step caused a painful twinge. While he left the house to go to the bar, she would shower and clean up, go back to her room and remove the dirty linen and put the clean bedding on. Tonight there was one difference, after she changed the bedding she drew on flannel pajama pants and a matching button up top but she couldnt button it all the way. Instead, she sat cleaning the open wound that now marred her right breast an inch above her nipple where he had bitten her hard enough to make her bleed. She almost wished he would go back to how he had treated her months ago, before everything had worsened. Kara could never tell her older brother what Hank, their step-father, was doing to her. She had to keep silent so Kenny stayed in college and got the education he wanted for his future. For just over three years she had hidden the bruises, the welts, and the pain. The best times were when her brother visited on the weekends she had a reprieve from Hank when Kenny was home. Almost five months ago she would never have been seen wearing pants of any kind. She had always worn sundresses during the day and nightgowns at night, but when things changed, when Hank switched up from hitting her and slamming her against things to what he did now she had hoped wearing pants would stop him. Unfortunately it hadnt but she took a small bit of pleasure in knowing that she wasnt making it easy for him. Hank had threatened her too, told her that if she ever told anyone they would take her so far away she would never see her brother again. Kara loved her brother he was the only one she had left. Their father died before she even knew him, Kenny could tell her stories of him because when he died Kenny was nine, but all she had was this faint memory of how he looked. When Hank came into their lives she had thought it was a good thing, their mother was happy and at first Kara thought Hank was nice. Hank had fooled Kara quite well when she was a six year old but by the time she started to fill out, she was seeing him differently. When she was scared she always went to Kennys room and climbed into bed with him, he always comforted her, made her feel safe. When Hank caught her going into Kennys room the first time she got her first real hint that Hank wasnt a good man and her first taste of his belt. Until her brother went off to college that was all Hank had done and it was always for punishment. But, she had learned to sneak into Kennys room whenever she needed to be close to him, to feel his warmth and comfort. When he left for college she was ten and their mom had been so proud, so happy to see Kenny reaching for success. Kara had cried watching him leave but his promises to visit whenever he could gave her hope. After he was gone, once in a while if she didnt listen to Hank right away, her step-father had struck her across the face but never in front of their mom. Then tragedy struck their family when their mom was heading back home from work crossing the street to go to the employee parking in the rain. A driver going too fast around a corner lost control and hit their mother, killing her instantly according to the reports they heard. Hank got worse from there, started drinking more and taking everything out on Kara. If she didnt have dinner on the table in time, if his work shirts werent ironed properly, if the house wasnt spotless when he wanted it to be He always had an excuse, even when Kara tried to do everything so he didnt. She became adept at using makeup to cover up bruises that he accidentally left in view. There had been times though that she was hurt bad enough she had to miss school a couple days until she could move around. She had deserved it though. She had burned his meal because she forgot to set a timer and was doing homework which distracted her from paying attention to the time. There were so many things she hid from Kenny during his visits but since she turned fifteen her secrets were even worse. She could never tell her beloved brother how Hank considered her free game from the moment Kenny left on Sundays until Thursdays because he never did anything to her on Friday or Saturday if her brother came home for the weekend. Tonight was Thursday, she knew she had no school tomorrow but didnt know if Kennys classes were closed too. If they were, she thought hopefully, maybe he would come home earlier in the day tomorrow and she could convince him to go to a movie that was playing in the local theater. She really wanted to watch the new Beauty and the Beast movie she loved musicals and liked the main actress in the movie. Most teens would have friends to go with but Kara didnt dare make friends because of Hank, afraid that one would come over and figure out what was happening and the threat Hank made would be real. She didnt want to be taken far away from Kenny. Kenny was the only reason she never ran away, she wouldnt be able to run to him because Hank would know and it would risk her brother learning what Hank was doing. As she put a bandage over the wound, she sighed, glancing around her room, tears blurring her vision. Hank had broken two of her most precious items anyone looking in would see clearly the broken globes had been on purpose, not accident. One had been a gift from her mother weeks before she died, the other Kenny gave her. Hank told her it was her fault, if she had kept her mouth shut and followed his directions he wouldnt need to break things as a reminder. She had just threatened to tell her brother and Hank laughed, telling her that Kenny would know it was her fault too. It was always her fault, she asked for it. Thats how he justified the bruises, marks, everything but the one thing she knew she never asked for was what he did to her in places he shouldnt touch. Kara wished she could go back to the many nights she cuddled with her brother, not worrying about anything. She would love to go back to a time when she was completely innocent and didnt know what was poking against her when she slept with her body pressed to her brothers, a time when she didnt wake up in the middle of the night feeling panic if she was in bed with him and their positions changed. Any time their position changed since the worst of her torment from Hank began, she tensed and drew away from her brother or forced herself to turn over and face him so he wouldnt realize something was wrong. She hated the power Hank had over her he took something important from her and didnt even realize he had done it. There had been a time that no matter how she lay, she was comfortable with her brothers body pressed against her. Now, the most comfortable position for her was when she basically wrapped her body around Kenny, knowing that all this time even though she felt his erection poking against her, he never did anything to hurt her. Kenny would never know how much of a hero he was to her because of those comforts. Now that she was finished with tending the wound, she let herself do as she always did when her step-father was done with her, she curled up in a fetal position, hugging her pillow against her chest and sobbed silently, her tears flowing. She would clean the mess from the snow globes later, when she was certain her hands wouldnt shake and she wouldnt risk more injury to herself.