Thread: My naughty sister...  (Sister needed)

Only one guy held her in his arms, her arms tucked behind her so tightly by his own hold that it made it impossible for her to get away. His face came close to her neck and he inhaled. Phew, for a freak, she sure smells wonderful. He grinned, taking another whiff, causing Chloe to jerk in surprise and move her head away from his. The guy who had gotten beaten up, walked over to her and tossed her phone to the ground, not caring if it got smashed or not. He cupped her chin to make her look at him, his dark brown eyes staring right into her not so lively ones anymore. Whats a matter freak? He whispered maliciously. No brother love? He smirked. Chloe looked at him and she sniffled, her eyes losing any innocence she might have had at least for the moment. Whether they returned or not was beyond her but from this moment on, Chloe was a changed person. The look in her eyes didnt seem to faze him. He just laughed and leaned his face in closer. Dont worry. Think of it this way. If hes not the one doing this, youve got four other guys who are more than willing to show you what youre missing. This is a once in a life time opportunity. Take it. Because there will never be a guy or anyone who would ever want a brother-loving-freak like you. He spat. Consider this mercy. And also payback for being beaten to a pulp over her by her brother. Johnson felt pretty smug but that smugness easily and quickly disappeared when Deek came at him so fast, he honestly didnt know what hit him. Right now, he was clawing at the guys hand and wrist to let him go. Down a few miles at the old abandoned brew warehouse. He gasped out. Just let me go. He had no further business. After all, he had gotten paid. So what did it matter. Rip it. The beaten up guy told one of the guys when they couldnt get Chloes shirt off without releasing her arms. He took out a pocket knife and tossed it to one guy, knife closed. He opened the blade and he took the hem of Chloes shirt and sliced upward until it just opened in half, revealing her bra clad breasts. She had a lovely body, filling out nicely as she got older. By the time she was in fourth grade, she went from this stick to someone with curves and began to fill out more. By the time sophomore year came along, she was already Ds, shapely curves and a beautiful bottom that looked divine in her jeans right now. Chloe tried to turn as her shirt was sliced open but it only caused one guy to rip it open and off of her completely, the material weighing down on her skin when forcibly ripped and caused a burn. Thered be a bruise there. Please. She gasped as one hand came up to tear her bra away, stopping briefly. Please. She said softly again, looking up at him. He looked as if he might pull back but he just laughed out loud. Look at that. I bet shes a virgin and the little slut is already begging for it. They all laughed too and her eyes widened up in horror. She tried to struggle again from the grasp, managing to do so for a moment and started to run. She got to where Johnsons car was once parked before a body landed on hers, pushing her to the ground. It had an immediate grip on her lower body, his knees pressing down on the back of her legs and she felt him working on the fastens of her jeans. She screamed a bit, struggled, clawing at the gravel to try and get away. And then she felt her jeans tugged down, her panties ripped off, causing it to sting in between her legs. She cried out softly, biting her arm to endure it when she felt him sit up. When she dared to look back, he cracked his belt in his hands before bringing it down on her bottom. She screamed. It hurt. It hurt too much. He did it again, clearly showing no mercy. She screamed, her head dropping to her arm and she started crying, sobbing more.