I'm gonna rape my sister next week. 5 years of suffering are finally over.

Okay. It's time to finally confess. I've been planning to rape my little sister for years. I'm gay. I'm not attracted to her. But since our early teens I've been plotting to rape her. <br><br>She became my closest friend in middle school. We've had a very close relationship for our entire lives. I never had any real friends. I'm socially awkward. She was my only friend. I loved her more than anything in the world. <br><br>When we were 13 she told me a secret. We became each other's confidants. I promised her I wouldn't ever tell a single person. A man was living in our house. He was a friend of our parents. He was 43. He would abuse her. He would beat and rape her. I was terrified. I had never been so scared. I was desperate. I told her "if a man ever touches you I will kill him." I was as serious as I had ever been.<br><br>Then I got sent away. I remember this day. It was the most important day in my life. I was 15. I was sent away to boarding school. I was so scared. I had never been away from home before. I was so sad. I missed my sister. A lot. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was desperate. I sent her a letter and told her I missed her. <br><br>I was so scared. I was in a new school. I was alone. I was so scared. I would cry every night in my bed. I missed my sister so much. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was desperate. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was so desperate. I was so sad. I missed her so much.<br><br>I started going to a therapist. He was a nice guy. He had a good sense of humour. I liked him a lot. I told him my life story. I told him everything. He was very kind. He told me I was a victim. I was abused. I never knew. He told me "you are a victim of abuse. You deserve help." I was so happy. I never knew. I was so scared. I never told anyone. My therapist helped me a lot. He was so kind. He told me I was a victim. He told me I deserved to be happy.<br><br>Then I got sent to another school. I was now 17. I was in another school. I got sent away again. I was so scared. This school was worse. It was a special school. I had to do more work. I started going to therapy again. I didn't have any friends. I didn't have any friends in my entire life. My therapist was my only friend. He was very kind. He told me I was a victim. He told me I deserved help. <br><br>I was so scared. I was alone. I didn't have any friends. I was desperate. My therapist told me I needed to get away. He told me "you need to run away from home." I was so scared. I never ran away from home before. I didn't know what to do. My therapist told me "you need to go to therapy. You need to tell them what happened." I was so scared. I had never told anyone. I didn't know what to do.<br><br>I had to stay away from home for two years. I had to stay in school. I couldn't go home. I was so sad. I missed my sister. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was desperate. I sent her a letter and told her I missed her. <br><br>My parents came to visit me. They were nice. They told me they didn't know. They told me "we didn't know. We're so sorry." I was so angry. I hated them. I told them "I will never forgive you. I will never forgive you for what you did." They started crying. I felt bad. But I was still angry. I told them "you abandoned me. You left me to die." <br><br>They left. I was so angry. I hated them. I told my therapist "I hate them. I hate them so much." He told me "you have to forgive them. You have to forgive them and move on." I told him "I will never forgive them. I will never forgive them." He told me "you can't forgive yourself if you don't forgive your parents." I didn't know what to say. I was so angry.<br><br>I kept going to therapy. My therapist was my only friend. I told him everything. I told him what happened. I told him how I felt. He was very kind. He told me I was a victim. He told me I deserved help. <br><br>Then something happened. Something big. I got a letter from my sister. I was so surprised. I didn't expect it. She told me she missed me. I was so happy. I finally felt better. I felt like I was home. I was so happy. I wrote her a letter and told her I missed her. She wrote back and told me "I love you. I love you so much." I was so happy. I told her "I love you. I love you so much." <br><br>I went home. I was finally home. I finally felt better. I saw my sister. I was so happy. I hugged her. I told her "I love you. I love you so much." She told me "I missed you. I missed you so much." <br><br>Then it happened. I finally found out. The man was gone. He was gone. I was so happy. I finally felt better. I told my sister "I'm so happy he's gone. I hate him." She told me "I hate him too. I hate him so much." I told her "I'm glad you're okay. I'm so glad you're okay." She told me "I'm okay. I'm okay now." I told her "I'm here for you. I'm here to protect you." She told me "I'm so happy you're here. I'm so happy you're home."<br><br>I'm going to rape her. I'm finally going to rape her. I've been waiting for this day for years. I'm finally going to rape her. I'm finally going to touch her pussy. I'm finally going to fuck her.<br><br>One more week and she'll be mine.