Rand McTiernan: Her Forbidden Brother

She lifted up. “What?” “I said you're not through. You got some more work to do before I let you rest.” “What?” she asked.

“See my cock? My exhausted cock with all that slop from your ass on it?” She looked down at the shriveled pecker lying like a wounded soldier across the thick black patch of his pubic hair.

Another gob of semen dripped from her throbbing anus. She wanted to cry, to beg him to leave her alone, to pray for mercy. But she inhaled and nodded. “I see it.” “I thought you would,” he smugly said.

“Now I want it nice and clean, I want all that crap off my nice cock.”

“Uh huh.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face close to his. She grimaced with pain as he hissed, “And I want it done with your mouth!” He viciously shoved her head down to his crotch. “Now suck it until it shines! And keep sucking! I'm gonna take a nap and if I wake up and your mouth ain't wrapped around my cock I'll beat your ass until it looks like a waffle!” Dorothy obeyed.

She opened her lips and brought them down to the slime-coated cock.

While holding her breath she sucked the limp worm inside and licked.

Every time David heard a cry from the agonized lips of his sister he grimaced. All her pains and humiliations were felt as strongly by David as they were by Dorothy. He was at least doing something, though. He was working feverishly around the head of one bolt holding the heavy boards across the bedroom window. He had remembered the small pocket knife only that morning and had immediately started to whittle and dig around the bolts. He had to force himself to go slow and easy, the blade was a flimsy thing and he knew if it broke that would be it. With the meticulous care of a sculptor carving wood he sliced small chips away from around the bolt.

He hoped to at least loosen them enough to wedge something, anything, behind the boards and pry them away. It was a long shot, but his only shot. David hadn't seen anyone since late the day before after dinner when they had locked him in. He had to use his wastebasket as a toilet and had resorted to keeping it behind the closed closet door with its contents of yellow water which could begin to smell as the heat of the day increased. The room was stifling, no air circulation, a cell. Perspiration flowed from his temple as he cautiously and intently worked. Vic was fed up and disgusted the rest of the day. He wandered around the house in a foul mood, grumbling, sitting for a minute, then distractedly springing up and pacing around the living room. He was frustrated, disappointed, confused and seething with a held-in anger. “Hey man,” Len said. “What the hell's wrong with you? You're acting like a crazy man.” Vic shot a glance at the smug face of his contented brother and snarled, “That little slut's gonna get it!” Len howled with laughter. “Man, you sure have let her get to you! You idiot, you've fallen head over heels for that cunt! You're nuts!” “Shut up,” Vic mumbled as he stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door. As Len laughed his eyes glanced toward the kitchen where Dorothy was preparing dinner. He had had a great day, much to Vic's disgruntled frustration. She was in a new outfit Len had dreamed up, something adequate for the kitchen and also pleasing to look at. An apron, the type that ties around the neck and in the back. And that was all, just a lace-trimmed, pink and white apron coming down to just above her knees. She was fully exposed in the back. The oval slopes of her exciting ass were always in view, hanging there like two proud melons of soft, velvety white. He could see the bulging lips of her pussy down under the crack, a hint of blond hair wisping like smoke too… especially when she bent down to look inside the hot oven. She was cooking a roast and it smelled wonderful. Len licked his lips and watched as she peeled carrots. The motions of her arm and hand pushing the peeler up and down the carrot made one large breast wobble loosely behind the apron top. Large swells of delicate whiteness and an occasional glimpse of pink nipple were his to enjoy. Len eased out of his comfortable chair in the living room and sauntered into the kitchen to get a closer view. She was indeed beautiful-perfectly smooth curving legs, and that husky, jutting ass! And the tits, the tremendous, firm, high-riding tits that couldn't seem to hold still! Dorothy ignored him as she finished peeling the carrot. Len watched in silence as she took the thick, orange root to the sink and rinsed it. She put it on the sinkboard and started peeling another. Len picked the peeled carrot up and bit off the thin, pointed end. As he chewed noisily his eyes never left her solidly built body, the long, silken blond hair, her sweet, soft cheeks and full-lipped mouth. He started to bite into the carrot again when the exciting thought occurred to him. “Hey,” he said. “Is it okay that I eat this carrot raw? I mean will there be enough for dinner?” Dorothy nodded. “Yes, there's enough.” “Good,” he answered. He saw the half-dozen peeled carrots next to the sink and waited until she finished the one in her hand and rinsed it. “Is that all?” She nodded again and ran water into a pan. “Yes.”

“Okay, I hate to interfere 'cause you're such a good cook and all that… but I'd like to make a suggestion as to how to prepare them real special.” She didn't look at him and coldly asked, “What?”

“I want 'em glazed, candied. You know, glazed carrots?” “I don't think we have enough sugar to do that.” “Sure we do, we got something real sweet to coat 'em with, baby.” Dorothy swallowed and stared at the thick, ten-inch long carrots. She fearfully suspected what he was about to make her do and a ripple of dread tingled inside her. “I want you to fuck each carrot, baby. Shove them up in that delicious cunt of yours before cooking 'em.” She whirled with anger and snapped, “You're sick! That's the most disgusting thing I've heard!” His loud laughter filled her ears as he picked up the carrots in his hand and pointed at the kitchen table. “Get on there, baby. Lay yourself out flat and hoist those swinging legs of yours up in the air. You're gonna get 'carrot-fucked.'” “No!” she howled defiantly. His laughing face became a dark menace of anger. With a lift of his free hand and a deep, menacing voice he said, “You do as I say, bitch! Now get on that table.” Her whole body shuddered with revulsion, her knees felt weak as she moved to the table and sat on the edge. Large tears started to stream from her eyes as she slid back to the center and slowly lowered down to her back. Len was thrilled, she was really disgusted by his idea, trembles of hatred shook her thighs, her lips were quivering with hatred. “Okay, hoist up those legs so I can see your cunt.” A helpless whimper escaped her mouth as she did what he said. Then he reached down and daintily lifted the front of her apron to expose her sensitive crotch to his sight. He pushed her knees back until they were touching her breasts and watched the pink-lipped gash rise hungrily up. The swollen mound of delicately lipped meat was beautiful, clean, fleshy and full. The pink dot of her asshole, the asshole he had filled earlier in the day, was now back to normal, a small pucker of tight muscle. Len took the carrot he had bitten into earlier and brushed it across her helpless pussy lips. Dorothy groaned and silently cried as she felt him manipulate the thick butt-end of the vegetable inside the skins of her opening. He eased it inside her, pushing steadily, forcing the carrot deeper and deeper inside her unwilling crevice. It stung, she was dry and the carrot insensitive as it plowed the rebellious, stretching cunt walls. By the time the carrot was almost fully in her she felt the first flow of lubrication easing the pain. Len pumped it in and out three times before withdrawing it and inspecting the glossy coat of pussy fluid. Before starting with the next carrot he held this one over her face and said, “Open up.” “No, please…”