The last story left off with me, Riki, running back to Desma’s house, my girlfriend. When I discovered the one I had just raped, as part of a secret fantasy of Desma’s, was not her but her younger sister, Kesha.
I had the whole story written up and wanted to post it all at once, but unfortunately, people do not like long stories, as I have found out with previous stories. So I am posting this story in separate parts, sorry for the wait.
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How had I been so stupid. There had been so many countless indicators, her smaller size, her scared eyes, her different scent and taste, her shaved pubs, her tight pussy, hell even the orientation and feel of the room had been off. It was not Desma I had raped in the dark, it had been her younger sister, Kesha.
I arrived at the house in record time and looked in horror at the ladder and the open window to the, now light up, room of Kesha. The ladder had been moved. I had not paid attention to the windows when I had entered earlier, only paying attention to the fact one was open and made the fatal assumption it had been Desma’s open window. I climbed the ladder once more and entered Kesha’s window.
With the lights on it looked so obvious, I am not sure how I missed it. The bed was not even on the correct side of the wall to be Desma’s room but that was not what I was looking at. The ball gag lay on the floor, the silk ropes were still tied to the bed, and the box of pills were untouched on the night stand. Desma sat on the bed with her feet tucked under her with a look of rage on her face. In her arms she coddled the crying form of her younger sister, Kesha, who was a full head shorter. The long T-shirt, Kesha had put back on, reached her knees and she hugged Desma burying herself in her chest.
“What did you do?” asked Desma through clenched teeth.
My answer was lame but honest, “I’m so sorry, it was an accident.”
Desma’s eyes narrowed, “you mean you accidentally raped my sister?” Kesha sobbed at the word.
I held back my own tears, “it was the wrong window, I was going for yours.”
She startled a moment and a flash of desire flickered a cross her eyes but just as quickly it was gone, “oh so raping me would have been better? What the hell is wrong with you? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”
“I don’t have any,” I said and she glared at me. “Look, I don’t deserve any forgiveness but you do deserve to know what I was thinking.”
Desma laughed, but not a funny laugh, “you were thinking?”
I swallowed and decided to ignore the comment, “it was your diary. I thought I would surprise you.”
Her eyes widened and she hugged sobbing Kesha closer, “don’t you dare try to blame this one me and how dare you read my diary.”
I put my hands up defensively, “I’m not blaming, the fault is my own but you should know why.” After a pause and a scoff from Desma I continued, “if you want to call the cops, I won’t stop you.”
I hung my head in the silence that followed only broken by the soft sobbing of Kesha. Desma glared for moment before pulling out her phone. The phone beeped in her hand sealing my fate. I wiped a tear aside, a part of me happy, I would be getting what I deserved.
“Wait,” came a small voice.
Both Desma and I looked up in surprise at Kesha. She hugged Desma tightly but looked at me, “It was an accident, right?”
Biting my lip, I stepped closer but Kesha backed away putting Desma between her and me. I took my step back. Going down on one knee giving Kesha the height advantage from the bed, “it was an accident but that does not make it right.”
“You took my virginity,” her voice cracked.
I dropped my head saying nothing.
“And I might be pregnant,” her words more forceful.
“I got morning after pills for you,” I said hastily point to the undisturbed box on the nightstand.
Desma glanced at it, noticing it for the first time, but Kesha ignored it, “do you think that makes it any better?”
I cringed away, “no.”
“That’s enough of this,” said Desma. “I’m calling the cops.”
My heart sank there was nothing more I could do. Kesha however had not finished. “No, you’re not.”
“But…” protested Desma but Kesha cut her off.
Her tone carrying more conviction, “I’m the one who was raped. I’ll be the one to decide to call the cops.”
Desma and I were both taken back by her change of mod as her anger rose. Kesha glared at me and I cowered in fear under her gaze despite the size difference. “We’re done for now. Get out.”
There was no arguing, I stood up to leave. Kesha faltered and shrank away from me but she regained her confidence quickly. Puffing out her chest, Kesha pointed at the window.
I backed out the window onto the ladder. One step away from disappearing from view I asked, my voice cracking this time, “are you going to call the cops?”
She did not answer and jabbed her finger at the window again and I dropped out of sight. Would you believe me if I told you I did not sleep well that night?
***
The next day had me jumping at shadows. Each one a vision of an officer to take me away. I had not received a call either and I dare not call myself. The suspense taxed me heavily and I ended up falling asleep earlier than usual but not peacefully. Still on edge I jumped three feet from the bed when my phone rang and tumbled to the floor. I scrambled for it and saw Desma’s number briefly before answering.
“Hello?” came my trembling voice.
Desma came through abruptly carrying a commanding tone, “Riki, you’re not to ask any questions or say anything. You’re to come over tonight at midnight and enter Kesha’s window. Tell no one.”
She hung up. I looked at the clock. I had thirty minutes and no idea what to expect. I paced nervously in my room until I had to go. When I arrived, I looked up to the dark window unsure of what to expect but knowing full well I was walking to my doom.
As I peeked over the ledge of the window seal and looked into the room it appeared strangely vacant. Stepping inside the dark room I saw no one but heard Kesha.
“Take your clothes off.”
“What?” I asked the darkness with genuine surprise.
“Now,” Kesha commanded.
I did not argue and took off my shoes, pants and shirt but that was not enough for her.
“All of them,” she insisted.
I hesitated, silhouetted against the window she could see me, where ever she was, but I could not see her. I did it though. Took off my socks and my underwear and stood there completely naked covering my privates. Although scared, I had no idea what she had planned, my member stiffened a little at the exposure.
“On the bed,” her voice shook a little, at least I thought it did. Once again, I complied and sat on the bed looking in the direction of the voice. I had just started to make out her form in the dark when she turned on the light. I raised my hand against the light and we both blinked rapidly adjusting.
She stood near the door in a simple black nightshirt with midnight blue trim. Kesha pulled the hem of her shirt down with one hand and the other covered her chest which rose and fell quickly with her breathing. Her eyes were wide and wandered my body but kept flicking back to my covered crotch. She shook herself and stood up straight and looked me the eye, dropping her hands.
“Now do you know why you’re here?” her voice squeaked unintentionally. Meanwhile I could not pull my eyes away from her tits when she had dropped her hand. Her hard nipples stood out against her thin shirt telling me more than she had planned. Kesha saw the shift in my gaze and looked down. She let out a gasp and cover her chest again.
Her voice trembled and she held back tears, “how dare you.”
“I’m sorry,” I said meeting her eyes again.
“My first time was supposed to be something special but you took that away. I thought maybe if we…if…” words failed her. “This was a mistake, you should go,” she said rubbing her eyes.
I stood up and she flinched, “stay where you are!”
I had seen and heard enough though and took a step closer. Keeping my voice low and gentle I told her, “I’m really sorry. I’m never going to be able to undo last night. I do however understand where you’re coming from and can still try and give you something special. If you want.” I held out my hand to her, “you don’t have to, your choice this time.”
Kesha backed up against the wall, still clutching her arm over her breasts and pulling the hem of her nightshirt down. Her eyes were full of doubt as she looked at my hand. I gave her the warmest smile I had and wait for her decision. Slowly she stretched her shaking hand out to me. When her fingers made contact, I held her small hand and gave it a small kiss. A smile twitched across her face, and I lead her to the bed.
“So, this is your night. What do you want?”
With a flutter to her voice she whispered, “could you…use your tongue again?”
For answer, I tugged at her shirt in an attempt to lift it over her head. She scrambled and pulled it back down. So, I changed tactics and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Kesha tensed but when I stopped her eyes cried for more. The second kiss lasted longer but when I broke that one off, she pulled me right back in. While she was discovering the joys of kissing, I begin working my hands up her body and under the nightshirt.
She made another attempt to pull the shirt down but halfhearted at best. Kesha and I let up long enough for me to pull the shirt over her head and see her naked for the second time, but for the first time in the light. Her cheeks flushed and she covered her breasts and groin with her hand but it did not hide the fact she had been wearing nothing underneath. Scoping her up in both arms I laid her out on the bed before kissing her again, only this time I began working my way down her neck to her nipples. She had still been covering herself up but she made no effort to stop me when I moved her hands aside. With the breasts exposed I softly fondled her warm flesh as my lips drew closer and closer.
Kesha let out a soft moan and closed her eyes when I finally sucked her nipple into my mouth. Lightly nibbling the on her teat, one hand toyed with the opposite breast while my other hand traced slowly to her pussy. Her breath rate increased the closer my hand got and when I finally touched the nub of her citreous her eyes bulged and her hips arched to meet my fingers. My fingers traced her and tickled her for several long seconds before probing in ever so slightly. I would then with draw the fingers and tickle her some more and repeat.
I picked myself up and moved further down letting both hands play with her pussy. Kesha’s moans intensified with the increased attention. With her eyes closed again she failed to notice my decent. A part of her had been expecting it but it still caught her off guard when I licked her citreous. She arched her hips again but this time also grabbed my head and pulled me closer. I was more than happy to oblige and began eating her out like the night prior. This time, consensually.
Kesha had her first orgasm soon after. Long loud moans escaped her lips as fingers pulled my hair and her legs went into the air. Fluid poured from her cunt while I greedily lapped up the sweet liquid dragging the orgasm out. I know not how many times she came but every time I thought she was done her body would begin shaking again followed by another moan. I did eventually stop of course, mostly on account of the hair pulling which had begun to become painful.
Dripping precum myself, I knew what I wanted next but this had to be her choice. “You ready for more?” I asked.
Her chest, still heaving, rose and fell several times before Kesha answered, “oh yes…”
I raised my eye brow in surprise when she sat up. With a come-hither movement of her finger I moved closer. Kesha then embraced me in a kiss, rubbing her hands down my chest, our tongues danced. Her fingers soon touched my tender cock and her delicate little fingers wrapped around me. With long slow strokes she worked my shaft smearing my precum around. She broke the kiss. Giving me a smile, she licked her fingers. Her eyes lit up and she jumped me.
I was on my back as Kesha straddled me. She leaned forward kissing me while her dripping pussy went for my cock and began to rub it between her folds.
“Do we need a condom?” I managed to ask between all the kissing.
She sat up shaking her head and the head of my cock twitched. Placing her hands on my chest, she lifted herself freeing my cock. It sprung out and pointed straight up at her waiting pussy. Kesha teased the head a few times allowing me to probe her. I attempted to raise my hips to enter but she denied it raising her own hips higher. She wore a big grin on her face as she watched me struggle. I was about to grab her hips and impale her for all the teasing but I managed to hold back and let her play.
Finally, she gave me one last grin before leaning back and engulfing my eager cock in her tight pussy. Her mouth opened wide with euphoria and pleasure as I filled her. Kesha wiggled her hips for a few seconds adjusting before she began leaning forward. She did not rise and fall at first and instead rocked her hips back and forth, grinding. I had done plenty of grinding with her sister, Desma, but it had never felt quite like Kesha. With her hips swaying, her excitement increased. Soon she was moaning and gyrating on me like a wild animal. For several minutes she danced on my cock while I bucked with her.
I did not know how close she was but I would be exploding any moment. “Kesha….I’m going to cum,” I struggled to tell her.
She only picked up her pace in response. I’m not sure she even heard me so I said it again, “Kesha…you’ve got to get off or I’ll be cuming in you.”
I may have cum in her the previous night but that did not mean I planned on doing it again. I grabbed her hips trying to push her off, my cum was coming ready or not. Kesha had other plans though. As I pushed, she leaned forward, holding me for all she was worth. We struggled for several seconds, her trying to keep me inside her and me trying to get out of her. The size difference made it easy enough for me to get her off but her struggling delayed me just long enough.
Kesha’s eyes rolled back in orgasmic bliss when my first jet of cum hit her cervix. Several stronger pulses of cum followed. I only managed to pull out in time for the very last squirt to land on her pussy. She twitched a few more times smiling down at me. I shook my head but smiled too.
“I didn’t mean to cum in you but you kind of forced it.”
For answer she smeared the cum on her pussy and then took my cock in her and inserted into her pussy again. After giving it a few last strokes, she spoke, “it feels so good though.”
I did not argue that but did tell her, “the morning after pill isn’t a guarantee safety measure you know.”
“It was good enough for you yesterday,” she said laying her head on my chest, keeping my cock in her pussy.
I patted her head, “sorry about that.”
We lay there in silence for a while, relaxing. A noise from her sister’s room roused Kesha, “thank you.”
“For?”
“For tonight and making up for what you did yesterday,” Kesha answered. “But don’t go thinking this is enough for what you did.”
I sighed, “of course not. What I did was terrible.”
She sat up to look me in the eye, “it was terrible.” She then looked at the window and continued, “you should go.”
“Right,” I rolled her off and went for my clothes but Kesha interrupted.
“What are you doing?” she had an unsettling glee to her tone.
“Getting dressed?”
She shook her head, “your clothes stay.”
Not understanding I raised an eyebrow and she grinned only too happy to elaborate, “you can pick them up tomorrow.” She then pointed to the window.
“Wait you can’t be serious. I can’t leave like this!” gesturing my nakedness.
“Oh yes you can,” she was having fun with this.
“But….” I tried to protest.
“Remember last night? This is just one more thing you’re doing to make up for it. You’re going home naked.” She left no room for argument and smiled while I struggle with the concept of streaking my way home in the dark. I swallowed and relented as she pointed at the window. Approaching the window and peering into the night I trembled, it did not look dark enough. My heart raced faster and faster as I took the first step over window ledge.
“Don’t worry it’s dark, I’m sure no one will see you, probably” she laughed as I exited the window.
I made the slow decent down the ladder and stood in the shadow of the house. Looking up I saw Kesha beaming at me from the window, still topless. I swallowed and started making my way home. She blew me a farewell kiss and waved good bye using my own underwear.
I kept to the shadows where ever I could and drew out a mental map of the neighborhood trying to avoid street lights. It was a losing battling. To make it worse, I had a boner the whole time. Scared as I was, I could not shake the thrill of running naked through the streets. Although chilly the cold had little to do with the goose bumps and shivers that ran down my spine. More than once I ducked into shadows, panicked at the smallest of sounds. The more it happened the more terrified I became.
Minutes later, they felt like hours, I finally saw my house. I hide behind the fence in my neighbor’s flower garden studding the final stretch. I would have to cross the street but the problem was the street lights. I would be passing right under one, although if I ran fast, I might make it but…. I did not want to think of what could happen.
Alternatively, I could cross at another section further up the road and double back. That route would take longer and I would have to sneak through several of my neighbor’s yards. I would be less likely seen, I hoped, but it might be worse to be caught streaking through someone’s lawn as opposed to streaking in the middle of street.
I had made it this far though and decided to play it safe. I tip toed through tulips to the next yard and hopped the short fence, only three more to go. At last, I reached the final yard when a dog barked.
Adrenalin flooded my veins as the dog strained on the chain and barked its head off. The front door opened flooding the yard with light, dispelling what little cover I had.
“What are you barking at?” came a voice from the door. How the hell were they already at the door? Whoever they were, they would see me any moment. I bolted. All pretense of stealth vanishing.
“Woah, who the hell!?” the voice shouted as I sprinted down the street. More shouts followed but I did not hear them. I rushed up the sidewalk to the front door of my house, thankful for it to finally be over. I vigorously turned the handle of my sanctuary. Locked.
I had made it home to a locked house. Of course, it was locked and of course, my keys were in my pants. The ones I had left behind. My whole body shook as I tried to turn the door knob again to no avail. Not for the first time that night I felt the seconds turn into hours as I stared at the door. What was I to do?
I collapsed on the door step hugging my knees into my chest. A few deep breaths later, I calmed down enough to start thinking.
I could knock and wake my parents and have them open the door to their naked son in the middle of the night. I sure did not like that idea. I could also go back to Desma’s for my keys and my clothes. The idea of sneaking through the neighborhood naked again was almost just as terrifying. I lifted my head sighing with relief when I thought of just trying another entrance, why was that not the first reaction?
As calmly as I could I stood and walked around back to the side door. It was locked too. I brushed down the hairs on the back of my neck trying not to panic again.
“Just try a window,” I thought.
All locked.
“Ok, ok. We have a spare key!” I told myself. We had to, right? I do not recall ever using it but surely, we had a spare key hidden under the doormat or something? Several very long minutes later, I had found nothing. Back to where I had started, the despair set in again. Out of options I desperately and systemically examined every window and door of the house again but found nothing. My home was locked down good and tight, something I never thought would be a bad thing.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, as I shivered outside my home, so close yet so far. I found a rock and held it above my head and stared at the window. I would only have a few moments to climb in and run up to my room before my parents came running. Time passed as I held the rock ready to smash the window but I could not do. Dropping the rock, I shook my head. Convincing myself it would be foolish, I would get bloodied up crawling through shards of glass, my parents would catch me any way, and I would still be naked. Knocking on the door would be better than breaking a window. I could not do that either though, put simply I was too scared. Turning away from the house I went back into the streets.
The journey back to Desma’s house was quicker but no less nerve racking. I took an alternate route with less street lights. After the first time I had a much better mental picture of their placement. There were no dogs either but there was a car.
The headlights came into view before I heard anything. Thankfully they were not directly pointed at me and I had just long enough to throw myself behind a nearby car. The car went by without a second thought of how much trauma it had just inflicted.
I somehow managed to get to Desma’s without further incident and without my heart exploding from the constant stream of adrenalin. My whole body shook as I climbed the ladder to Kesha’s room. Although the window was closed, I knew someone was there because the lights were on. Both Desma and Kesha sat on the bed dressed in their nightwear. As embarrassing as it would be, I had to do it. Gritting my teeth and gently rapping on the window, both turned to the window.
Propping the window open and raising an eye brow with a curious head tilt Kesha asked, “what are you doing back here?”
“Just let me in,” I begged. “Please?”
Kesha took pity on me and stepped back allowing me to tumble through the window. Although I had sex with both girls present, I still covered myself and my ears went red with humiliation, “can I have my clothes back?”
“What happened, Riki?” asked Desma, concern in her voice.
“I would say he got cold feet,” answered a disappointed Kesha looking at my feet.
Desma bit her lip and went for my clothes, they were folded on the bed, but Kesha stopped her. “Kesha, look at him,” said Desma.
Kesha turned back to me ignoring her sister, “why do you need your clothes?”
“Oh, come on, it’s awful out there,” I pleaded. “And my house was locked.”
Kesha perked up and smiled, “Oh, so you don’t need your clothes. You need your keys, why didn’t you say so?” She rummaged through my pockets and pulled the keys out and held them out for me.
I could not believe it as I looked at the keys, she wanted me to go back out there naked. I cracked. Crumbling up on the floor I began sobbing losing any shred of dignity I had left, “don’t make me do it.”
Desma leapt up to my rescue but once again Kesha stopped her holding up her hand to her sister. Desma took a breath to protest but Kesha turned to her and shook her head, something about Kesha’s face was enough. Desma stopped but did not go back to the bed.
Kesha knelt down beside me and patted my head, her voice cracked with her own sorrow, “my tears were real too.”
I stopped crying. Looking up into her sad eyes, I knew what she meant. She had been through much worse and that had been my fault.
“You can have your clothes back,” she said with a sigh.
I shook my head and wiped my eyes, “no.”
Both of them were taken aback by my change of mind, so was I. “What I did was wrong and if this is what it takes, then I’ll do it.”
Desma could not decide to smile or cry as she watched but Kesha gave me a loving smile. She also gave me a soft kiss before holding out the keys for me, “make it home and we’ll be one step closer to even.”
I took the keys, along with a deep breath, and stood up. Clutching my fist and setting my jaw, I stared out the window. I turned back to Kesha, “alright, I’ll do it.”
She nodded and I took my first step over the ledge of window. I made the descent quickly that time. I knew the route, I had done it twice already, but I still trembled for several seconds before taking my next step. I threw caution to the wind that time and took off running, never looking back.
I avoided the street lamps where I could but I know I was seen at least once. Someone was putting their trash out when I ran by which only made me sprint faster, I am not sure I ever ran so fast in my life. I just hope it had been too brief to see anything. My lungs burned when I finally reached my door, this time keys in hand. I fumbled for several seconds in the dark, shaking with fear and exhaustion. With a loud click the door opened, such a sweet sound.
There was one last hurdle, sneaking to my room. The floors creaked underfoot but the lights were out while the house slept and I made it to my bed room without incident. Finally, it was over. I fell on my bed and let out a very long and much needed sigh of relief. I went out like a light without even dressing or throwing a blanket on, just straight to sleep.