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- >”Well, I’m only borrowing it until mine’s back in working condition!”
- >She flung another one of your shoes through the door and you press yourself against the wall as if you were going to breach the room.
- “Yeah, Rarity, that means I’m going to have to put all of this ba-“
- >Your clock was flung out and Rarity continued her rampant pillaging.
- >”I’m doing you a favor, dear brother, this place is a mess!”
- >Then she started to throw out your wardrobe full of jeans and t-shirts.
- “It was MY mess Rarity! I don’t go into your room and start throwing your junk around.”
- >”It’s not junk, it’s a boutique full of actual clothes!”
- >She finishes by throwing out your BAM! Punko vinyl’s out.
- >Now was the time to step in.
- >After catching and gently setting down the flying figures you walk into your room and see it’s CLEANED out.
- “C’mon, Rarity! It’s literally just a bed, desk, and dresser!”
- >She turns and scoffs as if she isn’t the invading country.
- >”That’s all you will need, darling. You don’t need mounds of stray clothes and stacks of dolls!”
- >You raise a finger in retort,
- “Hey their not dolls they’re collectables! Besides, don’t you have a bunch of actual life-sized dolls that you literally play dress up with?”
- >”Unlike you I’m able to tell the difference between a mannequin and a doll.”
- >She moves over to your bed and starts to fix it, folding blankets, and setting pillows.
- “Rarity, you play DRESS UP with dolls the size of actual people. My “dolls” have never and will never leave their packaging.”
- >She strolls over to the door and snatches a stray figure that didn’t make it out of the room.
- >You cringe at the sight of the dented container, a corner crumpled in and splitting the print on the box.
- >”I don’t get the appeal, Anon. Why would you buy something,”
- >She brings it up to chest level and places a hand on the top of the box.
- >A click occurs as you realize what she’s about to do.
- “Rarity, don’t you dare-
- >She sets her sights on the top and pinches it.
- >”If you’re never going to tear it open and enjoy it?”
- >She full on rips the top off, discarding it and then yanking out the figurine inside.
- >With a dainty step she sets it on your dresser and pats the top of the figure.
- >”See? Doesn’t it look so much nicer out of the box?”
- >You sigh in defeat at the lost box before turning back to your sister.
- >Rubbing the bridge of your nose you address her act of vandalism.
- “Rarity, when have I ever tore up any of your dresses?”
- >She giggles at you like you’re a child.
- >”Oh please, Anon, these two things are nowhere near comparable. I’d even go as far as to say I’d hurt you with how furious I’d be if you did such a thing.”
- >You reach for her thin shirt with both hands, snagging a part of the collar and pull the thing apart with a sharp *rip!*
- >Rarity let out a small gasp as she looked over the damage.
- >She made all of her clothes herself and was an expert with a thread and needle, so you knew she could repair this.
- “See? Doesn’t seem so appealing to break someone else’s stuff now does it?”
- >She put a hand on her chest and her mouth was agape, then she stomped the floor with her boot and pointed a threatening finger at you.
- >”How could you?! You’re lucky I can fix this! If you… If you do that again I’ll…”
- >You reach over again and give it another sharp *tear* on a different part of the collar.
- >Rarity let out an odd “Enf~” as you did so, but she quickly stared at you with intense anger.
- >She shut the door, *clicked* the lock on it, and pulled up her sleeves.
- >Or, she tried to, then she realized she didn’t quite have sleeves.
- >”Oh you’ve done it now, darling.”
- >She shoots her hands for your throat but before you can protect yourself she latches onto YOUR color and begins to pull.
- >And pull.
- >And yank.
- >And even bite.
- >To no success.
- >You, meanwhile, reach under and snatch the bottom of her shirt and *tear* upwards.
- >She freezes in horror as the loud *shrrp* processes in her brain.
- >The two of you look down and see you’ve ripped too far up and caused her shirt to…Split.
- >Rarity steps back as she clutches the invisible guts you’ve torn out.
- >”What have you done?!”
- >The shirt dangles open, revealing her bra-less chest.
- >She continues to step back like a villain in the final act, stumbling backwards until they fall over a cliff.
- >Then she falls over, onto your bed, and you rush to see if she’s fainted.
- >Although she hasn’t, your brain forms a dastardly idea.
- >A heretical idea.
- >Rarity’s eyes turn pin-prick as she watches the sly smile appear on your face.
- >She begins to look around for some kind of escape and raises her hands to push you away.
- >”Haha, now darling, I’m sure we can talk about this-“
- >You leap onto the bed and hover over her on all fours, she pushes your chest softly but just enough to keep you away.
- “Yeah, sure, talking. How about a little listening? Like when I tell you not to throw everything out of my room or tear open my stuff?”
- >One hand reaches down and begins to unbutton your jeans and yank down your zipper,
- >”I’m sure we can work something out! Just don’t do this! I’ll forget this ever happened and I’ll even take your place on the couch until my room is fixed!”
- >She laughed nervously before looking down and seeing your appendage lined up between her thighs.
- >Going into panic mode she reached to get off the bed but you pin her down with your free forearm and use it to support yourself on her.
- >You then use your other hand to grab onto one half of her torn shirt and start to yank,
- >”Stop! I beg you! I implore you to reconsider!”
- >With a loud *riiiip* you get half of the shirt off of her and bring it to her hand.
- “At least cut me some slack, Rarity, I don’t need to hear it more than once.”
- >You force her hand up to the bedframe and use the torn shirt to fasten her wrist to it.
- >She yanks on it and it proves effective.
- >Her struggling to no avail makes her writhe under you more,
- >“Puh-uh-leaase!”
- >She reaches to untie her binding with the other hand but you snatch it.
- >Tearing off the other half of shirt, she yelps out a half-moan which excites you further.
- >You follow the same process as before, pushing her wrist to the frame and securing it.
- >Now for her legs.
- >Repositioning yourself you lean back upright, and admire her figure.
- >When suddenly a foot comes to meet your chin.
- >Thankfully you see it coming and grab her ankle and pull her leg up.
- >Tears begin to well in her eyes and her mascara starts to run as she laughs even more nervously than before.
- >”I’ll never do it again, I promise you! I’ll buy you a new one! Just don’t-“
- >You yank her legs apart but they resist and close.
- >So you get a grip on her other leg and yank them both upwards before parting them and rushing yourself between her thighs before she can close her legs again.
- >If you weren’t erect before, you certainly are now as you feel something warm and moist meet your crotch.
- >Pushing into her pelvis, she lets loose a sharp yelp and you semi-dry hump her.
- >Now that you’re between her thighs you now have free use of your hands and you use them to fling up her signature purple skirt.
- >”Stop! I’m your sister for heaven’s sake!”
- >She throws her head back and you can hear her mumbling to herself.
- >It doesn’t matter what she’s saying though, you’re focused on something else right now.
- >You grab onto her panties from the front and pull upwards to rip them off but they don’t budge.
- >Yanking on them causes Rarity to moan and cry out as they rub against her womanly parts.
- >Finally they snap and are quickly tossed aside.
- >Now the real fun begins.
- >Your erect member finds her second pair of lips and you rub the end of it against her.
- >Looking back up, Rarity stares back at you through reddening, watery eyes.
- >Her mascara is now ruined and runs down her face as she breaths in short, sharp breaths.
- >A tinge of remorse and guilt begins to grow as you realize what you’re doing.
- >She continues to stare pleadingly into your eyes and definitely sees your growing shame.
- >Then she, from what you assume, makes an attempt at escape.
- >The thrusts her body up, which shoves your tip into her and causes you to let out a moan as pleasure climbs up your body.
- >Yeah, she’s going to get it now.
- >You fight her resistance by quickly ramming yourself into her, seemingly, relaxed womanhood and use your weight to pin her down.
- >She screams as you do so, her voice cracking partway through and the sudden silence give way to more crying.
- >You can feel her breathing hard against your chest, she looks at you in search of one last tinge of mercy.
- >”Gently, please… At least do that for your sister.” She sobs.
- >You shrug it off and oblige, if slow and steady is what she wants then so be it.
- >Dragging back out you feel her body tighten as if it was trying to keep you inside her.
- >Catering to her request you thrust back in gently, her warm dignity struggling to fit your length.
- >You begin to repeat the process, pulling and pushing in and out of her.
- >Grabbing onto her shoulders you pull her body into you with a rhythmic pace.
- >Taking another look at her, you notice she’s given up.
- >Her legs were no longer trying to push you out, they were idle and unresisting.
- >Her hands didn’t make fists, instead, they rested and hung limp.
- >Rarity had even given up trying to hold her head up, she was looking to the wall and sobbed almost quietly as she took your hard discipline.
- >Maybe a little wakeup call?
- >You suddenly pick up the pace and thrust harder and deeper into her than before.
- >She looks up, surprised, and starts to shake her head.
- >”NO, nononono!”
- >Her walls begin to tighten and she becomes revitalized.
- >She yanks back on the torn shirt and new tears begin to flow down her cheeks.
- >”Wait, anything but that!”
- >Her legs told you she was enjoying it, as they trembled and shook as she orgasmed but the rest of her body fought against you.
- >It was your turn to let it out.
- >You moved a hand from her shoulder and onto her neck and pulled her onto you like a lifeless doll.
- >She forced her eyes shut as she continued to shake her head.
- >Small sharp yelps, cries, and moans betrayed her as she sobbed a message to you,
- >”Not inside, please, just please don’t-“
- >Denying her with final thrusts a wave of ecstasy moves up your spine as you let out a torrent of seed into her formerly untapped womanhood.
- >She laid back and moaned to signify she had joined you in the feeling.
- >Pulling out, you see the mangled mess you’ve made.
- >Rarity laid sprawled on your bed, in a soaking puddle made of both of your sex and sweat.
- >One of her legs dangled off the bed and she look up at you with empty eyes.
- >You reached over and untied her and you expected to get hit.
- >But no answer came as her hands fell limply downwards.
- >Now that the excitement had faded, a different kind of wave hit you.
- >Emotions flooded your head. Anger at yourself, disgust, sadness.
- >You moved over and picked up Rarity, cradling her in your arms as her arms and legs dangled down.
- >She was Abel to your Cain and you start to think this was worse than killing her.
- >Your heads pressed together as you suddenly began to feel violated by your own actions.
- >A soft, petite, hand came up to your cheek and the most unexpected voice comforted you.
- >”There, there, darling.”
- >The woman, no, your SISTER that you just RAPED was trying to comfort you.
- >You closed your eyes to stop any tears from showing.
- >”It’s alright darling. I quite enjoyed myself, honest,” she gave you a peck on the cheek.
- “Rarity, this was just… Wrong! How could I justify myself?”
- >She wrapped an arm around your head and brought you closer,
- >”I know darling, but every lady has her dangerous, secret kink,”
- >What?
- >”And I’d really like to thank you for appealing to it. Next time, don’t give me a new one.”
- >Is she saying…?
- >”Just pinning me would have done the trick, Anon. As exciting as it was, I’d like not to ruin a shirt every time we get frisky from here on out.”
- >She moaned lightly as she recalled what happened,
- >”How you tore me open like a present and enjoyed me like the doll I am. I never thought I’d enjoy the thought of my beautiful work being torn to shreds and used against me,”
- >Then a sharp pain connected with your face as a loud *slap* rang out.
- >”And stay out of my diary!”
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