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It starts when you're seven years old.
Actually, it probably starts much earlier. Some of your earliest memories are about hands between your thighs, sort of petting you, sort of bending your legs. A mirage of fractured flashes of pictures and confused feelings.
But it starts when you are seven. Your mom is getting old, and her cunt is getting loose and sloppy. Of course, she still spreads her legs any time she's asked to, but after eight pregnancies it's not the same anymore. She's in the kitchen, bent over the countertop island, making pained cries while dad thrusts into her cunt with a gross, wet squelch and your older brother, sixteen at the time, is slowly fucking her mouth. Mom jokes sometimes that she's cursed, that it's because she's a bad wife that god has punished her with so many sons and just one daughter. You are her favourite child, and she tells you often how happy she is to have you, but up until this day you've never realised why.
You have come here because they were making noise, and you couldn't sleep. You wanted to ask them to be more quiet. If it were just your brothers, you would have done that, but your dad always scared you. So you just stood there and watched, not sure what to do with yourself.
Your dad grew agitated, and it was clear that he's not happy about the state of the hole he's fucking. Your mom's body shook with his every movement. Her panties were tangled, hanging from one of her legs, and her ass was red. Dad probably hit her a lot before. He likes doing that, and sometimes he hits you too. You mostly just try to avoid being in the same room as him, but it's not always easy, since you live in the same house.
He's grunting something about a 'useless fucktoy only now fit for dogs on the street' when he notices you standing in the doorway.
"The fuck you're doing here," he says, and you flinch, like you always do when he talks to you. Your brother smiles at you, shoves his dick further into mom's throat, but his smile feels a bit cruel.
Dad steps away from mom, his dick standing straight, hard and wet and enormous. It feels so weird, how sometimes it can just hang loose, but other times when a cunt is involved it turns into something else completely.
You try to stammer something about not being able to sleep, but your dad interrupts you.
"Get over here," he says, then lunges forward and grabs your arm, hard and painful. You squeal from surprise and pain, and he drags you towards where your mom is waiting, her legs still kept open, a glistening wet cunt between them. Your brother watches you with attention.
"Are you gonna fuck her?" he asks, with something like excitement. "I thought she needed a few more years, are you even gonna fit?"
"What she needs is some hard dicking and someone to teach her to spread her legs when a man is in the room. Come on, help me hold her, fuck's sake", he grunts when you try to twist away, suddenly very sure you need to be back in your room and that you can probably tune out the noise well enough on your own. Your brother pulls out from mom's throat, and she gasps for air like she was suffocating. He all but jumps around the countertop to grab your hands and keep them pressed to the cold surface beneath you, while your dad lifts you up. They set you there on your back, differently than your mom, who is still lying on her belly, shaking and making small, pained sounds. Dad tugs your pyjama pants off and at this point you're so terrified that you don't even stop before trying to kick him. You put all your strength into it and aim for the head but miss and hit his arm with your foot. He grunts, then takes a swing and punches you back straight to your stomach.
Pain explodes inside you ,and your whole body recoils like a rolly polly trying to protect its belly. The sound you make barely qualifies as a scream. You cannot breathe, and your throat is doing this weird, closing motion that feels kind of like throwing up but not quite. The world swirls around you and for a moment everything goes black, and down is up, and you can't hear anything. Then you blink, and dad is holding your legs splayed open, his wet, monstrous dick lined with where your hole has to be, somewhere inside, not big enough yet for your finger but apparently about to be torn open with something the size of your arm. Above you, your brother is still keeping an iron grip on your wrists, probably cutting off the circulation.
Your first time is as painful as it could be. Dad tries really hard to fuck you like he would mom, hard and fast and deep, but try as he might, a seven years old is noticeably smaller than an adult whore. In the end, slicked by your mom's juices, precum and your blood, he only manages to fit himself halfway. It feels like he's fucking an open wound, and that's more or less what he is doing. The feeling of having him inside is so foreign, so strange, you think maybe he will stab you through your belly and through your organs within. It doesn't seem impossible. It certainly feels like you're dying.
His thrusts are irregular and as much as he complains about your mom's loose twat, now it turns out your cunt is way too tight for him. He switches to his fingers once, and for a short moment you have inside you an entirely new sensation; a few rougher, pointier digits instead of the fleshy rod that's been penetrating you. Then, he pulls them out, looking at the blood with disgust, and wipes them out on his pants.
Your mom has by now dragged herself away from the countertop and is lying on the sofa, breathing heavily and eyes halflidded, with a new bruise forming on her cheek. She has now buttoned her shirt, but her panties are lost somewhere on the floor. She's watching you with expressionless eyes, and you feel awful about it, but you wish she was the one getting hurt and not you.
It really doesn't help that by the time dad has finished and is cumming inside you, your screams have woken up pretty much the entire house. Some of your brothers are lingering around and watching with amusement and anticipation, and Alex, your dog, is circling excitedly around the top, tail wagging and his red dick out and proud on display. He tries to shove his snout in your cunt when dad pulls out and the pinkish mix of blood and cum starts dribbling out of you, but dad kicks him away with quite a lot of force. Alex whines, then trots over to your mom and tries to have her way with her instead. She doesn't move and doesn't help him at all, so he's just stuck humping her leg like an idiot, at least until one of your brothers doesn't shove him off and takes a place between her legs. Then he just walks out the room and probably goes to find your other dog, Sally, to fuck her.
"Keep her mouth closed, I don't need that whining," says one of your brothers to the one that's holding your wrists, and one hand moves to grasp at your mouth instead. You're much too weak to fight now and pretty much delirious from pain, but this makes you struggle for air, so you try to protest. You mumble something about it and try to bite his hand, but he only grips you tighter and hisses, "Stop that or I'll stuff you with cock from both sides."
You're not trying to make him angry, you're really trying to keep quiet, but it's not like you can keep the scream inside when another dick enters your bleeding raw fuckhole and starts sliding in and out again. At least you're now open as wide as you can be. It's a small mercy, but you'll take what you can get.
In the end, you get fucked four times, and the rest of your brothers go over to the couch and violate mom instead. You watch her bend over and lean back into her son's thrusts, and you think, maybe when you're all grown up this won't hurt this badly, this won't be as awful as it is now. You're just really young, and your cunt isn't really ready yet for what it's being forced to perform. Maybe it'll get better with time. It has to be. Your mom does it so many times every day, and she's fine.
And she's watching you and smiling, and you realise now, why she always said she's so happy to have you. Why she'd always said you're gonna help her so much, and why she was always complaining at how many sons you have. Now your cunt is open, ready for abuse and free to take by anyone that wants it, and anyone who is shoving their dick inside you is someone who before would instead be doing that to her.
After everyone is done with you, your brother gathers the curled up bundle of pain that is your body and carries you to your bed. The sheets get stained with blood and cum and sweat immediately, and they're new sheets, but you don't care. He tucks you in, then sits down next to you, and pats your hair as you whimper to yourself, your cunt still pulsating with pain even if now there's nothing inside. It doesn't close anymore. You're scared it never will again, but your mom is the same sometimes, after a lot of people use her one after the other, so maybe it will be fine. It has to be fine.
"It wasn't that bad, was it", your brother says, and you whimper in a response, because it was, and he knows it was. "You're gonna learn to like it." There is no way you will. It's impossible, as impossible as it is to be invisible or fly. "I'll be slower next time, sorry about that."
You don't want him to go, so you grab his hand, and he sits with you for a while then and pats your hair, and it still hurts, still hurts, but it makes it feel better.
You don't sleep much that night, and you spend the next day in bed, but at least no one bothers you. Your mom gets to have her hands and holes full of work once again.
So, that's how it starts. How it goes from there is much the same.