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

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

... needed him gone once and for all. At first she did exactly as we told her, and so I went back to school in January with a little less worry. Unfortunately Tyson wasn’t thrown in prison; he was only ordered to do community service and pay a hefty fine, which I thought was completely pointless. Some fucked-up justice system we have, huh? When I came home for spring break in March, it was to find that Donna had been grounded for sneaking out over the weekend and going with Tyson. She pleaded with Dad and Cody, swearing that Tyson was a changed man and had vowed to never put his hands on her again, but they didn’t want to take any chances. Any dude who puts his hands on my sister is forever branded a fuck nigga in my book, as well as Cody’s and Dad’s. Chapter 3: Worst Nightmare Come True Now it was June; Cody and I were both home for the summer, and Donna had just finished her junior year. Since school was out now, Donna was allowed a little more freedom. Now shit gets real… It was a Friday night, and Donna decided she wanted to go out to a movie with her girlfriends. By this time she had gained enough of our trust for this, so we agreed to let her go. Meanwhile us guys had our own little party, spending the night smoking a lot of weed, drinking a few beers, playing video games, and even having play boxing and wrestling matches, just guy stuff, bro stuff. Yeah, we’re weird like that, I know. But soon it was well past midnight, and Donna still hadn’t come home. We were definitely ...

... starting to worry now, and we called her and texted her trying to find out where the fuck she was. But she didn’t answer or reply. The three of us went to bed filled with anxiety and frustration, hoping that Donna would come home tomorrow… I was the first one to wake up the next morning. I came up from my room in the basement, heading for the kitchen. I was halfway down the hallway when I noticed that Donna’s door was slightly cracked. I could also hear a strange noise coming from her room; it sounded like ragged breathing. “Donna?” I asked, knocking on the door. She did not answer. Feeling rather angry, I flung her door open. She was on her bed, completely covered in her blanket. “Yo, what the fuck, sis,” I said angrily. “We’ve been worried sick about you. You didn’t answer our calls or respond to our texts, are you fuckin’ serious, girl?” Still she remained quiet. “Yo, get the fuck up and talk, Donna!” I yelled, now walking over to her bed. Yanking the blanket off of her I said, “You know fuckin’ well Dad’s gonna—” But I never finished that sentence. At that moment, every ounce of aggravation and anger I had toward Donna vanished, and was replaced by shock and horror. Donna lay there buck naked; her long blonde hair was ragged and tousled, her entire faced was bruised, and dried flows of blood came from her nose and mouth. Her eyes were red and filled with tears, her makeup smudged and smeared. Bruises and finger marks covered her neck, breasts and arms. And to top it all ...