Consent is Not Required: Billie Eilish and Her Father and Brother

Even celebrities have dark secrets in their families. Some people say that the secrets celebrities keep are even worse than those of normal people. In the case of Billie Eilish Pirate Baird O'Connell, the second is certainly true. She’s spent her whole life being molested and raped, and it’s warped her into the badass bitch you see in public today.

It started with her father. Compared to some people’s tales of molestation, Billie got off relatively easy.

Literally.

One night in her late teens - after she’d become famous by releasing her song Ocean Eyes - Billie woke up with her father, Patrick O'Connell, laying on top of her. His rough hand, calloused from a lifetime of working construction unlike his actress wife Maggie, clamped down on her little mouth, pinning her to the bed. It took just a second for his other rough hand to work into her pink panties and start working her clit.

“You’re a good girl, Billie. Be quiet and don’t tell anyone, and I won’t hurt you. Listen to Daddy and be a good girl. Be a good girl for Daddy.”

Through it all, he was rubbing her teenage cunt. Rubbing her faster and harder, it didn’t take long for her to realize he was trying to make her cum. She wasn’t moving, and this made her father rather upset. He flipped her pajama shirt up over her breasts - already at that age they were frankly huge - and started to suckle on her nipples. It wasn’t long like that that she did cum, and like a good little girl he made her suck his fingers clean, before he left and went to bed.

This went on for months, with no set schedule or regularity. Billie Eilish's father would sneak into her room at night, rub on her little pussy until he forced an orgasm onto his daughter, then would just leave her like that, spoiled and panting in her bed.

It didn't take long until the now world-famous celebrity Billie Eilish had been showing signs of living a molested life. She was acting up, getting into fights. The worst of them all were always with her brother, Finneas O'Connell. Of course, if you had asked her, she’d say that he was the asshole, and especially mean to her.

Their parents had a ritual of spending one weekend a month together on date nights, and since the kids weren’t really kids any more and nearly done with their homeschooling education, they often got trusted to stay alone while their parents went out to keep their romance alive.

The first time Billie Eilish had been truly fucked was one of these weekends. It had been going well, with Billie and Finneas glowering at each other, but trying to keep out of each other’s way - until Billie dropped her drink on the living room carpet. Finneas freaked out, shouting at Billie at the top of his longs. Billie, far from a shrinking violet, stood toe-to-toe and shouted right back at him. Normally during a fight between the siblings, this was the point where one of their parents would step in and head off the fight before it got worse, but there was no one there to stop Billie from getting what was about to happen to her.

Finneas reeled back, and hit Billie right in the face, spawning a dark purple bruise on her million-dollar face. She couldn’t believe it, and attacked right back after clearing her head. She tried to punch him back, but her much larger brother caught her arm, and that was when she noticed the wild look in his eyes. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the living room, Billie kicking and screaming the whole way to his bedroom.

She got up to run, but he was faster than her again. He threw his sister onto the bed, bending her right over the side of it, shoving her face into the mattress. He kept shouting, “Shut up, you bitch! You think you’re better than me because you're so POPULAR? I’LL SHOW YOU WHO IS IN CHARGE!”

He yanked his sister’s punk shorts and black panties she was wearing down, and started spanking her. Hard. Over and over he beat her ass, her voice wailing as her ass reddened. Finally he laid off, Billie panting and crying while bending over the bed.

His hands spread her thick wobbly ass open, and she felt him spit on her. The glob landed on that thick ass of hers, and dribbled down over her pussy. She barely heard him fumble his pants open, then felt her brother’s weight bearing down on her upper back.

The very next thing Billie Eilish knew, she was being raped by her brother Finneas O'Connell.

He was growling in her ear, his voice jealous and mean, “You think you can get away with anything you want, just because you have this pussy? This pussy belongs to me now.”

Finneas O'Connell fucked his sister Billie there on the edge of his bed, as hard as he could. The headboard even gouged the wall, the pair found out later. She hated it. She hated him. The raping went on anyway, until Billie Eilish's cunt was filled with her brother’s cum.

As cases of abuse usually go, this started a pattern. Finneas was a horny teenage boy and he fucked Billie whenever he had the chance. Human emotions are weird and unpredictable, because even though she hated it, Billie Eilish started to look forward to getting raped by her brother.

It wasn't a terrible surprise that when Finneas started dating his girlfriend Claudia, that fans noted just how similar Claudia and Billie seemed to each other.

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