Sebastian’s Slut

When I first met Sebastian, I knew he would be mine. I was seven years old, and his father had just started dating my mother. Of course, Sebastian did not know this, and being a 12 year old, started dating my 12 year old sister. They broke up after two weeks, but instead of turning to me, he started dating my 10 year old sister. Now when I say dating, I mean little kid dating, where you are “going out” and don’t actually go anywhere or do anything. Basically they held hands and rode their bikes together. I eventually forgot about it, and his dad moved in with my mom, taking him and his sister with him, and we became a family. His dad was my dad, he was my brother. But a part of me never forgot my crush. When I was 9 years old, my mother gave me a book to read. I always read her books, I was a bit of a book worm as they call it, so this wasn’t weird. However this book was one called “Flowers In The Attic”. You’ve probably heard of it. It’s about how two brothers and two sisters get locked in an attic, and the older pair of siblings start having sex. Needless to say, I was confused, excited, and had no clue what I was reading. One of the nights I was reading, Sebastian climbed in bed with me so he could read another book. Yes, this was weird. Sebastian did not read. But I was curious, and after a while, I put my book down and pretended to be asleep. It didn’t take long for Sebastian to make his move.

Not long after I started “sleeping” I felt Sebastian’s hand travel down my body, and under my pants. He started rubbing on my clit, and I had no idea what I was feeling, I just knew it felt good. He put his hand a little further and stuck a finger up inside me. This kind of hurt a little, but I was “sleeping” so I just went with it. He alternated between flicking my clit and fingering my pussy for a bit, but must have decided I was sound asleep, because he started pulling my pants down. I even rolled a bit to help him, keeping my eyes closed and being “asleep”. He took my hand and placed it on his dick, holding it in his own and rubbing up and down, jacking himself off using my hand. He then laid on top of me and tried to stick his dick into my pussy. I was 9, and scared, so pretending to be asleep still, I shut my legs tight and refused to open them. Of course now I know he must have known I was awake, but at the time, I wasn’t thinking, I just held them shut with all my might. He gave up trying to open my legs and just started thrusting against me. A few minutes later, I felt something warm and sticky all over me, and he got up and left.

I never told anyone. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know. A few nights later, we were all in my sister’s room, in the dark, telling scary stories. He was laying in bed with me, under the covers, and the next thing I knew, his hand was in my pants. Again, I could have said something, but I didn’t. He started rubbing my clit between his two fingers, and then would stick a finger in my pussy, shoving it in, taking it out, shoving it in, taking it out. That hurt. I liked it when he was playing with my clit though.

Before the end of summer, he was sleeping in my room most nights, alternating between fingering me and playing with my clit, jacking himself off with my hand. Eventually I started doing it on my own, without his hand to guide me. I don’t know how this was allowed, but my mom never said anything. He didn’t try pulling my pants down for awhile. When I turned 10, I guess he thought that was all I needed. The night of my birthday, while we were in bed, he started playing with my clit again. But then instead of starting to finger me, he pulled my pants down and climbed on top of me. This time I didn’t hold my legs closed. I wanted to know what was going to happen. He lined his dick up, and with one shove, he was all the way inside me, to the hilt. I felt so much pain, but I was so accustomed to being quiet that I didn’t yell out or anything. He didn’t stop or pause for me to start feeling better, he just started sawing in and out of me. He would pull himself almost all the way out, then slam back in with all his 15 year old strength would allow him. He started whispering to me, “That’s a good slut, take it all!” I was in so much pain, I just let him continue, hoping it would be over soon. After a few more minutes, I felt a gush of warmth, and then he got up and left.

After he left, I thought for sure I was pregnant. I started punching my stomach, trying to kill the baby that I was sure he had just planted there. Then I cried myself to sleep. The next night, he climbed in next to me and said “Last night was awesome, let’s do it again.” I knew what he expected, so I climbed out of my pants and laid there naked from the waist down, waiting for him to get back on top. He spread my leg’s kneeling between them, lined himself up, and then slammed back in me to the hilt. I felt every bit of him wrapped in my pussy, but this time it didn’t hurt. He reached down and started rubbing my clit as he started pumping away, and I started feeling something I had never felt before. My eye’s got wide and I started throwing my hips up to meet his coming down.

“That’s right slut, you like this, don’t you? You’re my little cum slut, aren’t you? Take it bitch, take it all!”

He sat back on his ass, taking me with him, until I was riding him. This new angle felt even better, and before I knew it, I was slamming myself up and down on his cock, trying to take in every inch I could, feeling him all the way up in my stomach. I felt a quiver start in my legs, and it worked itself all the way to my pussy, and I knew that whatever was going to happen, it was awesome. And then it happened. At ten years old, impaled on my stepbrother’s cock, I had my first orgasm. As I quivered around him, I couldn’t help letting loose a sound, and he quickly covered my mouth with his, shoving his tongue inside, fucking me in my mouth like he was fucking me in my pussy. He started picking me up a little, then slamming me down, but I guess it wasn’t enough, because he suddenly threw me off of him, got up, pulled me to the side of the bed with my legs off, spread them, and slammed into me from behind. Like a fucking jack rabbit, he started humping me for all he was worth, and it was like a never ending orgasm, because when one ended, another one began. Finally, he lunged in all the way, until I swear I could feel him coming out my throat, and let loose with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

When he was done, he drew himself out, slapped my ass, and said “That’s a good slut, now do the same thing tomorrow.” He then walked out of my room, pulling up his pant’s, leaving me there. As I laid down, thinking over everything that had just happened, I thought to myself, “Wow, I really am a slut….I can’t wait for tomorrow night!”

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