Revenge For Chris's Sister (Epilogue to "Another Level of Bromance") - Sex Stories

Revenge For Chris's Sister (Epilogue to "Another Level of Bromance")

... tied it very tightly around his mouth, gagging him. Then we threw him into the closet and locked the door. “Take all the time you need to think about what you’ve done, bitch,” I said through the door. And we left him to his thoughts. Back in the living room, we were smoking some more of the weed Tyson had bought. “Well,” said Donna, coughing from a hit she’d just taken. “I guess I’ve learned my lesson. Daddy, I’m really sorry I didn’t listen to you.” “It’s okay, baby girl,” he said, kissing her on the forehead. “But I think we’ve all learned a lesson. These guys that think they’re tough enough to abuse women are quick to bitch out when it comes to guys!” We all roared with laughter and I settled back and hit my bong. I was feeling pretty damn good. I taught that fucker a lesson, tortured him to the point where he wished he was dead. My niggas in prison were gonna LOVE him when he got in… Epilogue It took a little over a week for Tyson to heal up from the beating we laid on him. He did exactly as Dad told him and posted on Facebook that he was “taking a break to think about things.” We kept him locked in that closet in complete darkness. Every now and then Dad would stop by and give him a small amount of food and water; we didn’t want him to starve before he got a chance to go to prison. But Cody and I with our aggressive nature couldn’t help but give him a few punches in the stomach several times a day. Often we would hear him sniffling and crying, overcome with regret for ...

... what he’d done to our sister, wincing in pain from the aches we left all over his body, from the pain that shot through his ass every time he moved. Each time we heard his grunts and groans, we looked at each other and laughed. Justice well served… Finally all his cuts were healed up and his bruises were gone, although his asshole still throbbed. That morning my father let him out and put him on the computer to post his final Facebook status: It’s time for me to do what’s right, to face up to my mistake. I am a rapist; I raped my girlfriend because she wouldn’t let me have sex with her; I took away her innocence. Later on today, I’m gonna go turn myself in, and I know I’ll be gone for a very long time. So I want everyone to read this. I’ll leave it up for a few hours and then I’m deleting my profile. Words can’t describe how sorry I am for what I did, because I know that when I get in, everyone’s going to come after me. So this is the last time anyone will hear from me here on Facebook. I’m so sorry. Farewell to everyone on my list. “Good boy,” said my father once Tyson had submitted his post. “Now go back to the closet. No, don’t log out. We want to see what all your friends think of you before I take you downtown.” Tears flowing down his face, Tyson walked with my dad back to the closet. He shut him back in and locked the door. Over the next few hours the four of us, along with Kareem, chilled out and smoked, every now and then hearing the notifications button on the computer ...