“Erm, I don’t know if I can Dr. Sanderson…”
“Come now, how do you expect me to help you if you don’t tell me anything?”
“Well it’s just… it might get to me…”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad!”
“Trust me, it is!”
“Very well; just start off with your name…”
“Alright, erm… here goes…”
Jamie Landers, 15, born in Madeira, Portugal. Twin brother called Scott. 5 foot 8. My parents died shortly after we were born, too soon for us to be named. Fostered and eventually named by an English taxi driver and his exploited housewife. Awful parents, they really were. I don’t think I ever had a happy day with them in my life. He only married her for sex, and she only married him for his friends. They only fostered us to get more money from the school allowance. Life is hell with them.
We only lived in a small flat in Hackney, that’s how successful they weren’t. Four rooms: two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, the end. It reeked as they both smoked and never properly emptied the bins, even after sex; which they constantly had. It’s awful waking up to the sound for 14 years running like a pregnant hippo giving birth to 12 cacti at the same time. Which probably explains why I’m gay, that sound just put me off women forever.
I have to say, if it weren’t for my brother I wouldn’t be here right now. He taught me everything. Yes I was older by 14 minutes, but he was always more emotionally strong. When I would break down into floods of tears, he’d be there hugging me better. Whenever the dreadful sounds would leak through the walls at night, he’d be there to cover my ears and nurse me to sleep. Whenever our fake parents would threaten me, he’d be there to defend for me. I love him so much. I could never live without him…
It was one Tuesday afternoon in July when I asked him why he was so much stronger than me. Not just emotionally, he took to working out much more seriously than I did. I was just skin and bones compared to him now. He said that it was probably because of our fake parents giving him a hard time as a baby. I was apparently their favourite as I cried less. He even showed me a deep scar on the back of his head where our fake father had hit him so hard, it started bleeding. He said he remembered it well; he was only 14 months old. I felt so sorry for him, being trapped in this hell of a life. But he’s so strong now; he could probably throw our fake father to his death. He must have amazing self control to stop himself.
It wasn’t long after that talk that I lashed out at our fake parents. I’d got so angry about how disgusting they were to each other; you know domestic violence to an extreme sort of thing. I was only 13 and very nearly got a frying pan smashed against my brain. But Scott came to the rescue and managed to push me into the sofa before the horrible collision. I was so in awe of his strength and the fact that he possibly had just saved my life. As if it wasn’t enough, he then got up to fight against our fake father until he gave up and went to shag his cow of a wife again. Scott was so angry after it, I remember seeing his face as he turned round once they’d left. He genuinely felt it was his duty to protect us from the monsters that were our fake parents.
Of course we didn’t just sit there and take it. Every night, Scott would walk down to the phone box and call for help. Once he’d got through to Childline, but they never sent anyone. That must have been about 2 years ago now… Still no-one has come, no-one to free us. Scott never gets as upset as me, he just channels it into his intense work outs he does after school. I’m really envious of him; I look so pathetic every time I cry that our lives are a nightmare; and he can just stand it, so heroic and brave. He’s just so amazing…
It was our 14th birthdays when things got too much for me to handle. Our fake parents had given us some money so we could do something for our birthdays every year up till then. But that time, it seemed like they’d just forgotten. We came home from school, really excited about what we could do this year. We’d even got a really good plan about it once we got through the door. Our excitement didn’t go down well. And the special day just turned into another ordinary day. Shouting, arguments, Scott even got a whack in the face for good measure. We were both devastated, but as usual both expressed in different ways. Scott was furious, and I once again had a tearful fit in bed that night. It was the worst day of my life. I was generally convinced I would jump from the 8th floor window. But Scott managed to pin me back down into my bed. It was then when he kissed me.
It wasn’t just a peck on the cheek, it was a passionate kiss. I remember feeling stunned. My tears stopped and didn’t fight against him. He recoiled back and we stared at each other’s eyes. I couldn’t believe it, my first kiss, with my own twin. But suddenly I saw it, this was the way we can channel our frustration. We only had each other; no-one else would care for us as much as we did. I love him; I love him more than anything else in the world.
I kissed him back, and we really got into the kiss this time. I’ve never kissed anyone else before, so I can only assume he is a seriously good kisser. I can remember getting a fantastic sensation in my pyjama shorts. It didn’t help with Scott really pushing against me though. He felt warm and hard underneath his shorts, and he was gently pressing it against me. It felt really good though; almost like something was about to burst from my shorts.
Scott then took off his top, and even for a 14 year old he looked extremely fit. The many hours of laps around Hackney and karate in the gym really paid off. I felt a twinge of jealousy in my crotch. I then reached up with my hands to caress his masculine frame. He had massive pectorals and a well defined six-pack. That’s how trying his experience has been, it’s driven him to manhood at 14. He really liked me feeling his body; he could tell I was jealous. All he did was gasp and look deep into my eyes. I was his older brother, and he loved me.
He then took hold of my shivering hand. He guided it down to his shorts, which looked like there was something bursting to get out. I took hold of it, and he gasped right in my ear. It was his cock. It felt weird to know that I was giving my brother a handjob, but I loved him and I loved his reaction to it even more. I can remember rubbing my hands right up and down his thick rod. It was heaven for him, as he told me afterwards. He told me to play with the head as it was more sensitive. So I did and his shorts got damp.
After kissing me some more he went down to examine my own boner. I didn’t look as big as him when he pulled the fabric down. But he still looked pleased by it because he then starting licking at it. Don’t ask me how he knew what he was doing but he was so good at it. I think I even asked him, and he said he’d saw one happen in school. I wish I was there to see it; it must look so good from the outside. But it can’t be good as living it. I had the only guy I love eating up my own hard-on cock. Oh yeah, it was Scott who taught me these words then too.
It felt like heaven, I couldn’t believe it. It was my first blowjob but I automatically knew that Scott was a very good cocksucker. He wrapped his hand around the base of my cock and started to pump my cock while the head was in his mouth. As he sucked on my cock I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Scott loved it too, every so often he’d growl with my cock in his mouth. Soon I couldn’t take it much longer and I was cumming in his mouth. I was lost for words as I saw my twin swallow every last drop.
He took my hand, as he slyly grinned and licked his face dry. I can remember him looking into my eyes as he offered to fuck me. My complete adoration was translated into total lust for my stud of a brother. As if to answer his question, I pulled down his shorts. Our faces were still touching, so we could both see our expressions of pure ecstasy as he forced his meat inside me. He simply let one hot gasp run down my neck, and I had to bite at my brother’s hard neck to stop myself screaming too loud. He didn’t feel the pain; he was too busy forcing 8 inches of dick up my ass. Even while we were at the pinnacle of lust, he still had time to care for me, asking me whether I was alright every time I groaned. Rest assured he still loved me even while he was fucking me.
I thought the sucking off was heaven, but in fact I was wrong. This was absolute heaven! The fiery friction inside me drove my cock into a spewing overload. What was I later learned as precum soaked my waist. Scott noticed tears roll down my face and he once again asked if I was alright. I told him that they were tears of joy. What was a couple of hours ago complete hell, had become the best night of my life.
Scott then retreated from me a sprayed a huge load over me. The warmth was so satisfying, and so was seeing Scott express his feelings over me in a fantastic way. He even took the duty of licking me clean again. I never thought I’d see him enjoy the taste of his own sperm… Once he’d finished, he just rested his head on my shoulder, and we fell suddenly into peace. The transformation was quite startling; my brother was earlier such a frenzy of hormones. Yet now he was back to his peaceful loving self. A brother of two amazing sides, I was in love…
This seemed to set a precedent for the night to come. Every night when one of us was feeling lower than normal, we’d experiment further. By the time it came to our 15th birthdays, we’d done pretty much everything, even sneaking in toys so we knew everything there was to know. It never got boring, it was new every night and it always felt amazing. I genuinely started to think life wasn’t going too badly with my brother at hand.
But I was wrong. Things started to turn for the worst. I can never forget that feeling when Scott told me he had a boyfriend from school. I was heartbroken, but then I wasn’t surprised. My brother was the fittest guy I’ve seen in my life, and he’s really sweet too. I ended up crying myself to sleep, and Scott seemed disappointed I didn’t want him to fuck me again.
I felt really bad for the next two weeks. I couldn’t believe my own brother left me. I kept getting worried he’d have sex with this new guy instead of me. The thought just made it worse. But Scott just kept assuring me nothing was done. It got to the point where he started to get bored of my questions.
Then I got the shock of my life. For some reason, I forget what; Scott had got home before me; early enough for him to have sneaked his boyfriend in and got themselves both naked with Scott’s cock in his boyfriend’s mouth. My heart shattered. I was physically frozen on the spot with shock. Scott looked it too; with an equally surprised face on he blew a huge load into his new partner’s mouth. With him silenced Scott had some explaining to do. It would take come pretty strong words for him to dig himself out of this one. But what he actually did was invite me to tease his new boyfriend, by showing him what we had done many nights before. The idea of really tormenting the guy whole stole Scott from me actually quite got to me. I instantly went from shock to horny, and I was hard before Scott had got my clothes off.
The new guy, who I was introduced to as Declan; was nowhere near the amount of hotness as my brother, although once he got it out, he really did have a nice dick; very fat and looked good to taste! He really knew how to pump it too; he worked it up so it was practically exploding even while Scott and I were just kissing. What must it have been like for him? Two versions of his boyfriend having hardcore sex in front of him!
It felt different putting a show on for someone else, but I had the satisfaction of knowing that my brother still wanted sex with me. Our love felt completely restored after sucking each other off, him licking my ass and pounding me to seventh heaven. He even said that night that he preferred having me suck him off rather than Declan. I felt so happy I had to do it again.
The feeling never lasted. A mere 5 days after that and I got another much harder shock of my life. A Saturday morning and I had just walked in after doing my newspaper rounds. I heard the sound of my brother gasping in a really orgasmic way. Maybe if he was masturbating I could get to give another blowjob to him! I went to find him on his bed, but not how I ever thought I’d catch him. Just like last time there was someone else with him. And just like last time my heart shattered at the sight; but a lot, lot harder. It was a girl who was with him. He had his face buried in her upturned skirt, and he was groaning madly as if he was enjoying it more than anything. Worse still I was so quiet they didn’t notice me at first, and I had to endure seeing my brother taking pleasure from a girl.
Tears were welling up in my eyes by the time they both noticed. Not only had the love of my life cheated on me, but now he was cheating on his boyfriend. I thought I could look up to my twin as a role model. But now he’s a cheater, and he’s turning away from me. Scott couldn’t offer me to join in now; he saw the pain he caused in me. I simply couldn’t believe it. My life had shattered right in front of my eyes…
Sam, mom's boyfriend, came over around 10. I told him mom had to work a double and was not home but he said he would just wait for her. They have been dating for about 2 years now and so I thought this would be fine. I let him in, and went back to my room.
By this time Nat is sleeping and I am sitting up writing in my diary. All my inner thoughts about Adam, and how he just kissed me and I let him touch my breast and I touched his penis. He asked me to kiss his penis but I was afraid. I like him so much and am curious of what it would be like when he asks me to have sex for the first time. I am scared, yet excited.
Sam suddenly walks in my room and sits on my bed. He tells me how pretty I am. I ask him to leave but he doesn't. He takes my diary and reads what I just wrote. I am embarrased that he read my inner most secret thoughts. Sam looks at me and smiles. Says he can teach me how to please Adam when the time comes. He touches me lightly on the face. I shy away. He laughes. He pulls me close and kisses me. "Tongiht, I will teach you to be a woman." I pull away from him.
"Nicole, do as I tell you, or I will go to Nat's room instead. Do you understand? You have to learn how to be a woman Nicole. I am going to teach you tonight." Sam says. I said NO but he just kisses me on my mouth, hard. He tells me not to fight him, assures me I will love it. He grabs me by my hand and drags me out of my room into my moms room. Then he shuts and locks the door. Alone with him, I am shaking and crying, begging him to leave me alone. He ignores me and continues to carress my body through my night clothes.
Suddenly he rips off of my shirt and tells me to take off my shorts. "Do it now Nicole, or I will go get Nat instead." Afraid of what he may do to my baby sister, I do as he says. He begins to rub me all over while he tells me how beautiful I am. "I am going to show you how to please your young Adam. He will thank me for this."
He starts to kiss me again, first on my lips while he pinches my nipples. Then he kisses my nipples while he puts his fingers in my most secret womanly parts. I flinch. No one has ever touched me there. "On Nicole, you are so tight. You are going to feel so good around my hard cock." I am shaking.
"Nicole, stop fighting me. Relax. You will enjoy this." He pushes me on the bed and begins to take off his clothes. I have never seen a man naked before. I mean, I saw Adam's penis but only for a second. Truth be known, until tonight I had thougth Sam was a handsome man, but now I am so scared of him. My body and mind are both betraying me. Sam has an awesome body and I am so curious about sex, but not like this.
Once Sam is naked he crawls on top of me and begins to kiss me again. My body starts to respond to him but my mind is screaming NO!! This is wrong. He beings to lick and bite my neck while he rubs my breast. He whispers in my ear "Nicole, I can't wait to taste your sweet pussy" and he kisses his way down my body. Rubbing and kissing. I notice that instead of fear, suddenly I am wet between my thighs. Excited.. How could my body betray me like this. Sam is raping me…. isn't he??
I can feel his breath at the top of my womanhood and he him say "spread your legs, let me in to feast on that virgin pussy." I can feel him pushing my legs open and I put up no resistance. My tears have stopped. My body shakes, but not from fear. The first time I felt his tongue lap my womanhood I jumped.
"Do you like that Nicole." I didn't say anthing.
"Nicole, tell me you like my tongue on your pussy." I didn't say anything. Sam smacked me on the leg. "SAY IT" he demands.
"I like you tongue on my vagina" I said. He says, "No Nicole, the word is pussy. Say you like my tongue on your pussy. NOW!!"
My lips are trembling, "I like your tongue on my pussy" I say. He laughes and continues to lick me there. He puts his fingers in me. First one, then two. It hurts, but only for a minute. The more he licks and pushes his fingers in me the more moisture I feel down there. "Do you know what that is Nicole? That is your body wanting what I am doing to you. You want this. Say it. You want it."
"Yes Sam, I want it." I am nervous, I am curoious, I am scared. Then I realize I am not scared of what he is doing, only that he will quit. My body feels like it is on fire, tingling all over. Sam stops. He gets off me and pulls me up.
"So Nicole, Adam wants you to kiss his penis? No Nichole, that is not what Adam wants. He wants his hard cock deep in your throat while he pumps his load of cum down it." With a big grin on his face he pushes me to my knees. "Open your mouth sweetheart" I am scared again. He begins to squeeze my cheeks hard until my mouth opens. "You are going to suck my cock, you will not bite me or I will spank you. You will suck my cock exactly like I tell you to, until I tell you to stop, like a good girl should."
Then he puts his large hard cock in my mouth. Just a little at first, then more and more until it is deep in my mouth. "That's a good girl Nicole." He starts to move in and out, slow then fast. I can feel myself gag and he just moans. "Your sweet little mouth feels so good on my hard cock baby." Faster and faster he pushes and moans louder and louder, "Oh baby, you are going to make me shoot my load, but I want to save it for your sweet virgin pussy." Then he stops, pulls me to my feet and kisses me deep. My mouth and lips are swollen, there are tears in my eyes and I am trembling.
"Oh sweetheart, relax, the best is yet to come." He lays me back on the bed again and crawls on top of me. He puts his hand over my mouth and says, "I am going to put my cock in your tight pussy now. It will hurt for a minute, but you not scream. When i am done with you, you will come back and beg me for more, probably tomorrow night after. After I finish fucking your mother and she falls asleep I will come for you. I am gonna have you lick your mothers cum off my cock before I fuck you."
The more he talks the more nervous I get, but he seems to be getting more and more excited. I can't breathe with his hand still over my mouth. I feel the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy and I start to wiggle. Fear consumes me. He pushes his hand harder on my mouth and tells me to stay still. "Open your legs. I am ready to feel that tight virgin pussy."
I do as I am told and he pushes his cock in my fast and rough. It hurts. I want to scream but he he has his hand over my mouth still. Tears begin to roll down my face. He smiles at me. "You feel so tight, so good. I knew you would. I am been thinking about this for 2 years, since I met your mother. I have dreamed of the day I could enter your virgin pussy and teach you to be a woman. Now I will look forward to Nat in another 2 years" I begin to fight. Thinking NO NOT NAT!!! He just laughes and begins to move, in and out, slowly at first, then faster. This is exciting to him.
I am so scared but my body begins to respond to him. My body starts to tense up and begins to tingle all over. So many sensations I have never felt. Not bad feelings, good feelings. Very good feelings. Sam is moving in and out, he pushes my legs farther apart and goes deeper. I feel pain and pleasure. How can this be? I didn't want this. I wanted Adam to be my first, not Sam. My mothers 45 year old boyfriend. I want this to stop, but not yet. Yes! No! Yes! No! So many confusing feeling.
He takes his hand off my mouth, finally. "Tell me my cock feels good in your pussy baby" He has my legs high in the air, on his shoulders, pushing hard and deep in my pussy but I don't say it. He slaps my ass, hard. I jump, more tears come. "Say it now."
"Your cock feels good in my pussy." I say with a trembling voice. "Good girl, you will always tell me that when I command it, do you understand." I nod my head, my body is trembling. He spanks my ass again an says "You will say 'yes sir' to me do you understand."
"Good girl, your hot tight pussy is so addictive. I may need it again and again. But for now I am ready to fill you full of my hot cum." He starts to push in harder and faster and harder and faster. My body is such a traitor. The sensations I feel are good, my fear turns into passion, my pain into pleasure. My body starts to tense and shake and shiver on it's own. I can no longer control any of my own body functions. I feel excessive moisture between my thighs and I feel like I am in heaven, if only for a moment.
"Oh, thats my girl. I just gave you your first orgasm. Wasn't that great. You feel so good." He is going faster and I hear him moan loudly and push in deep, very deep. I can feel hot liquid squirting deep in my body and he collaspes onto of me.
"You are such a good girl Nicole." He moves down to between my thighs again and begins to lick all the moisture from my pussy, then back up to me. He forces a deep kiss on my mouth as his mouth is full of a mixture of our juices. He kisses me deep and long and moans.
"Wasn't that good baby. Our cum mixed together tastes so good. Get used to it baby. Your gonna taste it often. Next time, you will lick it off my cock on command."
I just lay there looking up at him. All I could think was he wants to do this to me again?? When? Why? Wasn't my mohter enough for him? Was I raped? Did I want this?
He begins to rub me and say "you have been suck a good girl tongiht. Lets get you cleaned up and back in bed before your mom gets here. Now you keep this secret between us and don't tell anyone. The next time I come for you I expect you to come to me willingly. You will beg me to fuck you again."
He showers with me, washes my body, dresses me and carries me to bed. He leans in to kiss me on my forehead and says "goodnight sweetheart" then walks out.
That was three years ago and Sam is still coming to my room every time my mom works late, and sometimes he gets me from school and takes me to his place. I have never say no and I have never told anyone. As far as I know he has never touched Nat, and he promises me as long as I do as he says he never will.
Sam was right about so many things. I did learn to be a woman. The first time I was with Adam he was very pleased with me. Part of me hates Sam, part of me loves him. Will I ever get away from him?non consensual wife stories