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Gilbert sat to himself, it was mid afternoon and he was drinking. Something he’d do on most of his days off, watching trash television being lazy and watching time go by. It had been hard being his sister's only legal guardian, he took up the responsibility when their parents were unfit to take care of her. Speaking of Lynelle, he checked his watch and thought to himself, 'she should be coming home from school soon.’
He checked the blinds, and it looked like two figures were walking up the street. He smirked.
“Well there goes my little sister…” he spoke pleasantly. Feeling curious he decided to look through the blinds again, and it looked like she was with someone. A girl with auburn colored hair. ‘An of course, a beautiful blonde needs her ugly brunette friend!’ He thought to himself although one could argue she was pretty cute herself too, just not able to compare to a blonde like Lynelle. Even with short hair she was better, at least in his mind. He couldn’t wait to heckle as soon she got through the door. Maybe even ask who the girl was and find some way to help her keep the friend in her life, after everything she’d gone through it would be nice. He took another sip from his bottle. He should probably put the beer away but maybe he’d do it later.
A few minutes passed by and Gilbert could hear their voices because of how loud they were being. He decided to peak through the blinds again, ‘wow they’re taking their sweet time aren’t the-“ what his eyes were met with was almost shocking to him. He had just caught the two in a kiss. ‘was Lynelle a lesbian?.’ As Gilbert watched drunkenly from the blinds, his eyes widened. How could she have hidden this from him? Who was lynelle, thinking she could have secrets? Let alone ones like this? It was repulsive, yet oddly arousing watching the two girls display their affection towards each other. As they kissed and conversed, Gilbert closed the blinds for a moment and took another sip of the cheap booze he was drinking.
He spoke sadly to himself as he sat on the couch “fuck.. I need a nap..” the words slurring as they left his mouth. Guiltily patting his boner down as he watched on. Trying to defy himself, that was his sister being a lesbian as well. But the sexy girls he watched were nowhere near appealing. No longer wanting to see the degenerate display Gilbert took one last heavy swig of his drink. He got up and walked to his room bitterly. Maybe he needed a nap.
Outside lynelle finally parted ways with Felicia after what seemed like forever. With butterflies in her chest, she thought about how the rest of today would go like yesterday and the day before, like always. and she’d see her at school again the next day and the game on Saturday. Now that they were official, Felicia would be there to cheer her on. ‘weird, Gilbert would usually have the door unlocked by this point., she thought. Maybe he passed out on the couch like usual. As she reached into the pocket of her baggy jeans she grabbed the house keys Gilbert had handed her for days like this. His house's cool air was certainly needed for a day like this. It was pretty hot out for April. Once inside, she quickly observed his absence. ‘Wow. The nightshift really must’ve gotten him huh?’ Closing and locking the front door behind her, she took her shirt off, revealing her sports bra. Her belt was killing her so she undid it, careful not to take it off entirely. She sat the shirt on the couch. Shed pick it up when going back to her room and he’d ’never know.’ She’d deal with it later, she needed something to eat after practice. Putting her headphones in she began looking through her playlists and eventually chose one to continue the rest of her afternoon to.
Upstairs, Gilbert couldn’t rest. Especially when his sister was downstairs. His ‘rotten no good homosexual’ of a sister. He felt disappointed in himself for her turning out this way. Had she accidentally seen something of his search history when needing to use his computer for school? Was it that stupid brunette forcing herself on her? Like most of these perverted women in his browser? Whatever happened clearly made her this way; it agitated him. Still drunk, he got up and made his way downstairs. This couldn’t go on, especially not in his house.
He wouldn’t have it.
Downstairs, Lynelle was making herself a sandwich. It wasn’t ideal but she needed to do some homework and just wanted to finish it as soon as possible. Dinner would be better anyways. Not even paying any mind to Gilbert’s oddly loud footsteps making their way down the stairs, she continued making her sandwich. Listening to the music in her mp3 player. As Gilbert made his way into the dining room, he would see lynelle’s figure and it ignited that arousal he felt earlier. Her toned figure was something to behold, but why was he thinking of his little sister like this? ‘Whatever’ he thought. He wouldn’t let what she did earlier slide, she had to be made aware of the rules. And as long she lived there she wouldn’t ever engage with that.
“Lynelle.” He spoke, trying not to raise his voice.
He was already behind her before she could turn around. He gripped her arm violently, turning her around and making her other arm brush against the contents on the counter, causing them to fall. Back to the counter now Gilbert pushed her back harder causing the container of mayo that was already disrupted earlier to fall on the floor and spill.
“WHAT ARE YOU?” She barely managed to yell before he smacked her.
But at this point her headphones fell out of her ears and she started to tear up. Why was he doing this to her? That wasn’t where Gilbert would stop. Still completely silent, he proceeded to grab one of her breasts through the sports bra she was wearing. He went in to kiss her, breath smelling of alcohol. The rancid smell permeated her nostrils, trying to fight back she tried using her free hand. But before she could he grabbed her and pushed her to the floor, in the mess he caused by pushing her against the counter earlier. Looking up at him, she was scared for the first time in awhile. Somehow this hurt more than their parents doing the same years earlier. There was barely any yelling and she had no clue what she was in trouble for. Lynelle tried getting up and leaving the kitchen but was grabbed by the back of her pants.
They were down to her ankles now and she was starting to feel embarrassed. Not her girlfriend saw her like this. Out of all people it had to be her brother Gilbert. Still shaking with tears in her eyes, she chose not to turn around. Something in her knew it was a bad idea to wear Lacey panties. She didn’t know what to do now, hopefully he’d tell her to get up now.. right? Lynelle could feel Gilbert’s gaze moving lower and lower. She knew he was looking directly at her bits, and wished her brother was better than other men. But she knew now he wasn’t. Something had changed and it would never be the same.
“NOW STAY DOWN AND DON'T MOVE!” Gilbert barked.
Shaking, and quietly bawling her eyes out she obliged. Gilbert crouched to where Lynelle was. He said he’d yell at her, but he knew he couldn’t let an opportunity this beautiful leave him. He would never forgive himself, he just needed a peak. Telling himself it was to make sure she wasn’t going around with anyone and everyone he grabbed the back of her thigh as she laid on the floor. Lynelle was shaking violently by this point and was ready to start bawling, his touch was cold. She felt his free hand go for her ass and the other her underwear. Gilbert grunted softly as he analyzed her lower body.. clearly he was enjoying himself. suddenly Lynelle could feel one of his fingers feel around her vagina, starting to feel humiliated. She finally broke out of her silence and tried to speak. “Please… Gilbert why are you doing this..”
“Oh. You know why, don’t play innocent with me you fucking faggot.” He spoke drunkenly. Moving the discharge patch out the way to what he was working with.
“I know you go around with girls. So I know you’ll love this.” Gilbert spoke clearly this time. Some of his old personality shining through. Like he was about to hand her a gift.
Before she could react, a jolt shot through her body and she grunted. He stuck a finger in her, another, and then another before taking them out. The residue of such a violating action dripped onto her exposed labia. It was warm. She began to blush and started to cry harder. Nothing had ever been up there before and in it felt good sort of. But it hurt.. and Gilbert was the one doing this, not Felicia. She felt disgusting. Somewhere from the backyard her dog blackie started barking wildly, sensing a disturbance.
“Don’t pay attention to the fucking dog and pay attention to me.” Gilbert muttered.
“Slut. You liked that..” Gilbert laughed maliciously and started grinding against Lynelle, she started to scream and cry like she was being stabbed. Gilbert stopped just as soon as she started. ‘what if someone herd us.’ He thought. Maybe it was too far. He swiftly stood, and it shocked Lynelle and she tried to look behind her. Before she could he kicked her in the side, Lynelle shrieked. It hurt. His steel toed boots hurt her side badly, she started crying louder by this point. ‘Why was he wearing those?!’ She thought. Trying not to anger him she stayed quiet while curled up.
“I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE! NOW STOP! Gilbert commanded.
“O- ok…” Lynelle spoke fearfully. Trying not to anger him she followed his command. Finally that boyish attitude was wearing off, and she was finally starting to act more womanly. It was clearly the source of this lesbianism and he finally eradicated it, now he just needed to do one more thing. Degrade her in a way words could never, he unzipped his pants and began urinating on her. Aiming for and emptying himself on her back, lower body, ass, vagina, thighs. Trying to get it everywhere he could see. Completely defeated, Lynelle just laid on the floor thoroughly embarrassed and in the mess her brother made moments earlier.
Gilbert zipped his pants back up and spoke. “Do you know why I had to do that to you?”
Completely out of it mentally and smelling like alcoholic piss, Lynelle couldn’t find the words. She just wanted this to be over. It was obvious by earlier comments Gilbert had found out about her relationship. But why’d he have to go this far? Walking forward and crouching down next to her head, his face next to hers. Gilbert spoke again. “Since you won’t say it.” He breathed in, “I will.” Getting close as he could possibly, “I found out about your little fuck buddy.” Glaring at her, he spoke agian. “When you are at school. I want you to break up with her. You don’t need her.” Gilbert sobered up slightly. Getting up from where Lynelle was, he stepped over her, and began to walk away.
“Clean up this mess and take a shower. It fucking reeks!” From the other room, she could hear her brothers car keys jiggle and soon began to make his way to the front door. It was better that he calmed down, maybe she’d say something then but for now she did as she was told. Lynelle got up and sat where she was for a brief moment and sat looking at the mess. A mixture of piss and sandwich ingredients, her appetite disappeared a long time ago. Finally standing up, she pulled her pants up. Barely wanting to continue on, but she had to. She didn’t know how Gilbert would react now, let alone to an order of his being disobeyed.
Just like home she thought while quietly weeping to herself.
Later as Lynette laid in her room, a knock resounded. She knew who it could’ve been and mentally prepared herself to see his face again. Right, it was Gilbert. He looked regretful enough to her, looking down and she noticed a small box. Clearly with cans of some sort.‘Was that beer?’ She thought.
“Yes?.”
He shrugged and spoke softly before looking at her. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you earlier, that was disgusting. But that doesn’t mean I want you to talk to that girl.” He handed her the pack of beer without even looking at her. “This is for numbing it. I’m sorry- I just get jealous so easily” before she could ask him, he spoke again. “You’re not going to school tomorrow or in the next few days. I need the bruises to heal so you don’t get put back with mom and dad.” She didn’t want to argue with it. Lynelle didn’t speak for fear of setting him off, and took the case to bear. It was thoughtful but she just needed to be alone. As she stared at her brother Gilbert, the familiar look flashed in his eyes before he composed himself and leaned in to kiss her. This time, his breath didn’t taste of alcohol. Softly looking back any her and walked away. Probably to his room or some other part of the house. Lynette, didn’t want to admit it but she liked that. Disgust suddenly washed over her. Why did she enjoy that???
Lynette closed and locked her bedroom door behind him. After that, she could just try one. it wouldn't be a problem. She needed to forget about that whole interaction.? He did it because he cared, the way he want about it was just little over kill she thought to herself. Whatever it was, she knew their relationship wouldn’t be normal ever again.
Sitting on her bed with the case Lynelle thought about it long and hard. She couldn’t sleep and was worried about Gilbert reacting violently over anything else she’d been hiding. Of course it was 2003 and she had received a little bit of teasing for her short hair but she thought she had hid it well. ‘How’d he find out about their relationship?’ She thought to herself, maybe he just knew. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to think about it any longer. She thought to her brother Gilbert and how he would be asleep on the couch. Drunk out of his mind probably. But well meaning, maybe it helped with what he faced from their parents when they both lived together in that horrible home. Lynelle opened the beer case and picked up a can. She read its logo and thought it couldn’t be worse than everything else that has happened. She flipped the tab and took her first swig, it tasted like sparkling water at first, bitter and carbonated. Soon the sharp taste of alcohol kicked in, Lynette almost gagged.
‘Shit!” She sputtered sickly.
It tasted awful. But she needed to think of nothing, at least anything else at the moment the taste didn’t matter. Pushing through Lynette took various chugs, at some point she began to feel drowsy. Maybe tomorrow will be better.. Lynette awoke to a pair of hands around her waist and the feeling of another person behind her. She wasn’t scared, she knew whose room this was and who was behind her. It was Gilbert, it was his room. Before she could think about how she got there. Her head suddenly ached and briefly wondered if this is what a hangover feels like. ‘How much did I drink?’ she thought. Lynette moved further away from him, she felt disgusted but was numb to it.
The bed wasn’t very big and this closeness made her uncomfortable. She didn’t think that anything happened but needed to get away. It was too far, if that line hadn’t already been crossed that is- she got up and tried to move his arms away from her. She was still scared and her back and arm ached from the day before. Sighing loudly she waited and stared at the ceiling till Gilbert awoke. His arms finally moved away from her and the bed shifted. “good morning Lyn.” He groaned. Gilbert moved closer and got on top of her to kiss her. Lynette moaned in pain as he grazed her back. By this point the duvet was off and she noticed he had only been in his boxers. There had been an obvious morning wood. Her disgust was purely internal but knew something deeper inside her enjoyed it. Noticing her eyes trailing Gilbert smiled devious and began speaking. “Do you want to help with this?”