Raping My Three Sisters
How dare they! Go behind mom & dad’s back. As the man of the family, it was my duty to keep my three bratty sisters out of trouble.
I busted in on their little sex party on the beach and brutally taught them each a lesson they’d never forget.
Blackmail and rape go together like peanut butter and chocolate.
My three sisters, Rachel, 18, Marita, 19 and Crystal, 21 had been planning a big party for awhile now. They waited until Rachel had turned 18 so they wouldn't get in too much trouble.
As their big brother, mom and dad had me keep tabs on them. I spied on them constantly and learned that they were planning on slipping alcohol into the party without mom or dad knowing.
That made me livid.
Mom and dad were good parents, they didn't deserve this - to have their daughters flaunt the rules behind their backs.
So I decided to crash the party.
Crystal and Marita had rented a house on the beach and I'd been able to secure myself a key to their party. I didn't know how many girls were going to be there, but it was going to be a decent amount.
The closer to the date it got, the angrier I got. I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do once I got there, but I can tell you this, there was going to be hell to pay.
Finally, the night of the party came. They told mom and dad that they were just going out with some friends and would be back real late. Of course, mom and dad suspected nothing.
A couple hours after they left, I revved up my truck and followed. All I could think about was my little sisters getting black-out drunk and doing things they'd regret for the rest of their lives.
When I got there, the party was in full swing. The house was rocking. I had to stick ear plugs in to drown out the sound. Teens these days!
Carefully inserting my key into the lock, I busted in. What I saw next blew me away. There must've been at least 10 women there and most of them were completely naked. When the ladies saw me they began screaming and trying to cover up.
"Okay, everyone." I yelled, unplugging the boombox. "Showtime's over."
Women screamed, grabbed their purses and beer and scrammed out the door. A couple minutes later, it was just me and my three sisters.
And they glared at me.