From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: Jump Rope   
      
      
   My mother died when I was just starting high school and my dad wasted no   
   time finding a Mexican wife on the internet. I guess she was alright,   
   but thing about her was her daughter – Lourdes. I never met a 10   
   year-old I wanted to fuck so much until I met Lourdes. I don’t know how   
   or why a 10 year-old could be so developed, but I knew I wanted to fuck   
   her at first sight. At 10 years of age, she already had a pair of tits   
   and an ass formed. I remember only see one other 10 year-old I had   
   wanted to fuck in the neighborhood. I was watching a track meet and the   
   10 year-old midget division was running then I saw one with spandex   
   shorts and a tight black top. I knew I could have fucked a 10 year-old   
   then as long as she had some piece of puberty in her. Lourdes cut the   
   same image. Of course, it was out of the question that I, her   
   step-brother, would get to fuck her. I’d masturbate thinking about   
   fucking her sometimes. I’d imagine her giving it up to me when I pick   
   her up from school or something. I’d imagine just going into her room   
   and breaking her little heman with my dick.   
      
   Lourdes was light brown skinned; she was very obviously Latina with good   
   tits for her age. They were rounded already and oversized for a girl of   
   12. She had above average lips that you can only imagine sucking dick.   
   It was a turn to see her with a tootsie blow pop in her mouth. She had   
   brown eyes and semi-curly hair that flowed well below her shoulders. She   
   had taken to shaving her eye brows by the time she was 12 and used to   
   sport something sexy in regards to apparel. She took after her mom in   
   knowing how to dress slutty, even when she was 10.   
      
   Lourdes was at first really docile, but when she hit 12 years-old she   
   became a complete problem under the tutelage of her mother. I was a   
   senior in high school when Lourdes was 12 years-old; she started to be a   
   real problem. Again, her mom never controlled her. Lourdes was never   
   disciplined so she had the run of the house to walk all over me, too.   
   She learned really quick how to dress like a slut. Lourdes was taught to   
   be sexy by the pro – her mother. Not one shirt of hers ended at her belt   
   and to see her nips through her shirt was a normal thing. My friends   
   gave her interest, too. I thought it was a joke until I learned   
   something later, more on that later. After that I had about had it with   
   her and I looked forward to taking off to the university when I   
   graduated. I just wanted to get away; it was never like this when my   
   mother was alive.   
      
   The worst was the harassment I had to take from her. I’d be sitting   
   there studying and she’d say, “Hey faggit, why are you studying? Don’t   
   you have a girl friend?” It pissed me off because I even had gotten a   
   girl pregnant and here she was incessantly saying shit. I was so pissed   
   off one time when she got a rumor going that I was gay. I had asked a   
   girl out and she had said, “Sure, weird but I thought you were gay   
   because…” I tracked the rumor down to her. I should have realized how   
   she was getting around at that point, but I was too naïve to realize my   
   step-sister was already slutting around the neighborhood and school. I   
   never thought a slutty 6th grader existed until I met her.   
      
   The mortal crisis came when my parents were out of town a week and we   
   were left home alone. She was eating dinner at a friend’s house so I had   
   nothing to worry about except taking care of myself. One Friday, I came   
   home and she was there in her room. I heard music going and her yapping   
   on the phone upstairs.   
      
   I sat down and started looking a magazine as I waited for a phone call.   
   She came down the stairs and say, “Hey bitch, your boyfriend called.” It   
   sounded as bad as usual since she everything had a Spanish accent and   
   she was intentionally trying to agitate me as usual.   
      
   She was wearing a red halter and tight pants with black platform shoes.   
   She looked as cheap as usual, a real dick hardener, but I knew it wasn’t   
   my business to fuck her. She had a jump rope which was weird to see in   
   the hands of a lip glossed animal like her, but I guess even a 12   
   year-old sluttish acting thing like her likes to play sometimes like a   
   normal 12 year-old.   
      
   I just ignored her shaking my head then she said, “Give me some money.”   
      
   I turned and said, “I gave you money, what’s wrong did you give it to   
   your pimp?”   
      
   She got pissed off and then smiled to say, “No, but I bet you wished you   
   had it to pay your pimp.”   
      
   I turned and said, “Get out of here.” I didn’t feel like dealing with her.   
      
   She said, “Come on, I need money.”   
      
   “Why don’t you go sell yourself then?” I turned around to ignore her and   
   continue reading for a few minutes. I’d give her money when she left me   
   alone.   
      
   She got really pissed off and impatient to say, “Come on you, faggit.” I   
   got up to get something to drink in the kitchen. I didn’t know she had   
   approached behind me. I was still ignoring her, but she swung the jump   
   rope at me when I wasn’t looking. The rope hit me on the leg, but looped   
   around to hit me in my penis. I crouched in pain and she started to   
   laugh. I don’t think she intended it to hurt so much but she ended   
   really hurting me with the end of the jump rope.   
      
   “You fucking, faggit, what are you crying about? You don’t even have a   
   penis.” She stood there and then out of instinct started to back away.   
      
   I was pissed off now. I jumped up and I ripped the jump rope out of her   
   hand and pushed her backward so that she collapsed directly on her ass.   
   She looked up at me with shock in her eyes.   
      
   She jibbed, “You are fucking faggit! When my mom finds out, you’ll be   
   fucked!”   
      
   My anger reached its apex and I took the jump rope handles in one hand.   
   I raised it over my shoulder as her eyes widened a little, but she kept   
   the same scrawl on her face as if she was in control.   
      
   I swung as hard as I could. There was a woosh and a slap as I brought   
   the plastic jump rope across her face on her left cheek. She screamed   
   and wailed clutching her face. She rolled around and then looked up. I   
   saw she had blood on her hands because I had cut the corner of her eye lid.   
      
   With her eyes full of tears, she yelled, “You fucking faggit!” She tried   
   to leap up from the floor and I think she was going to actually try to   
   attack me. It looked like she was on her way to scratch me. She had one   
   hand behind her to sit up and to get up. I immediately stomped on her   
   hand. I heard a pop and a part of her hand gave way. I had broken her   
   hand and she fell back wailing even louder clutching her broken hand   
   with her other hand. She screamed in pain and now her face was little   
   bit different. Instead of an incipient scrawl, she had a look of   
   absolute terror and pain. She couldn’t believe what was happening.   
      
   I seized the moment and kicked her in the face. As she was still on her   
      
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