Rand McTiernan: Her Forbidden Brother

“Open up and take a bite! You have to make sure the glaze is okay!” Dorothy bit off the thick end of the carrot and chewed the pulplike hardness between her teeth. She swallowed it without tasting because she knew he would order her to anyway. Then he surprised her by biting off a chunk of the carrot himself. With smacking lips he chewed it up and swallowed. “Delicious,” he remarked. “A real masterpiece.” She held very still as he assaulted her painful box with the rest of the carrots, digging them deeply into her softness and pumping three, four times until they were thickly coated with glowing juice. They were hard, stiff, as thick and long as any cock she knew except David's… and they aroused her. Dorothy couldn't help it-lying there as she was with her legs bent up on her chest, her twat completely open and exposed, the hard, plunging carrots spearing in and out like stiff cocks. The bubbling milk of her cunt flowed abundantly, and each carrot received a greater coat of the clinging delicacy of her insides. When he got to the last carrot Len stabbed it inside her with three rapid thrusts and pulled it out. She started to lower her legs but Len stopped her. “Not yet, this is Vic's carrot. I want to cheer him up by making it extra special. You'll have to cook it in a pot all by itself. Now get those legs back up there and let me finish my cooking.” She didn't realize just what he had on his lewd mind until the blunt head of the carrot started pushing forcefully at her pink, tender asshole. She groaned with humiliation and agony as it forced into the resistant muscle, pushed it open and stretched everything far back. Len gave the carrot a hard shove and it plowed painfully up her ass. He held it there as she squirmed with torture and gasped fitfully for air. “How's that?” he asked. “It hurts… please…” she begged. “Okay,” he said.

His hand left the carrot and it hung inside her stretched agonized asshole. “Now shit it out. Squeeze it out like a big turd for Vic's dinner.” “Ohhhhhh,” she cried as her rectal muscles tightened and made the long, orange carrot slide up and out of her puckered asshole.

Len watched on with increasing enjoyment as it finally reached the end and plopped onto the table below her upturned ass. “Okay, now if you wash that damned thing I'll shove 'em all up your ass! Get it!

Cook it up for dear, old Vic in a special pot. Make it real tasty for him.” He sat in a chair laughing as Dorothy averted her eyes and slowly climbed from the table. She had never felt so small, so embarrassed in her life. He was vile, disgusting, an awful creature, and she wanted to tear his eyes out. But he was strong and mean, she was scared of him, too frightened to do anything but what he said to do. She put the carrots which had filled her vagina into the pot on the stove and started the heat. After finding another pot she went to the table and dropped the last carrot, the one from her ass, into it. Len grinned with pleasure. She ran water over it and put it on the stove. As soon as Len left the room she grabbed the disgusting vegetable and made a small, almost unnoticeable cut in it and dropped it back in the water. She was sure of one thing, she couldn't take much more of this, her nerves were constantly trembling, her hands never stopped shaking. She had more or less solved the matter of Vic's interest, now if she could only think of a way to turn off Len.

As the two brothers sat at the table for dinner Dorothy did something which at least made her happy. She switched the lone carrot with one of the others and made sure the one with the small cut ended up on Len's plate. As she served them Len looked up at her with a conspiratorial grin and wink. He had the stupidity to think she'd play along with his disgusting pranks. He watched intently as Vic devoured his food. A smirk came over his face as his brother bit into his carrots and swallowed them-a smirk that didn't fade as Dorothy watched with a poker-face as Len filled his own mouth with carrots.

The fool was eating the special one, lapping it up while laughing at the stupidity of his brother. Len seemed so pleased with his little stunt that he allowed Dorothy to fill a plate for David. “I'll let you in and you can feed him,” Len said. “When you're done I'll unlock the door and let you out. But if there's any funny stuff we'll make you both very sorry.” “Yessir,” she answered. “Sir?” He liked that and proudly pushed his chest out. David jumped and covered the window boards with the draperies when he heard the lock opening at the door. Quickly he went to his bed and sat. When he saw his sister, tired looking, dressed in only the apron and carrying a plate of food, his heart went out to her. Len shoved his head in the door and looked around. He saw nothing to make him suspicious and said, “Okay, you have one hour. Just eat, I don't want you two perverts fucking each other now. You know that's incest!”

After he closed the door and his hysterical laughter faded David touched Dorothy's hand and asked, “Are you all right?” She bravely nodded. “Just embarrassed, I guess.” “They raped you, didn't they?” She shrugged numbly. “Several times. That Len is a monster, he'll do anything he can think of for kicks.” “The bastard. If I could only get out of here!” David hissed. “What good would that do?” she asked. “They'd only overpower you and lock you back in.” “We've got to get help.” he said. “But how?

And if we do they'll only tell everybody what they caught us doing!” she said. “So what? I don't care if the whole world knows we slept with each other!” David forcefully said. “My only concern is getting us out of here in one piece! Getting good and far from this damned town!” “Me too?” she asked. He circled her with his arms in a tender embrace. “I wouldn't think of leaving you behind, Dorothy. Not here, not at the mercy of this stinking town and those bastards who call themselves men! Never-you're coming with me.” A swell of heartfelt passion swept across Dorothy as she heard the words. “We'll run away together. Go somewhere and forget all about this place?” “We'll never return, Dorothy. Billford, Texas will no longer exist as far as we're concerned.” “Can we live together?” He smiled warmly. “I sure want it that way.” Her lips rested against his neck and for the first time in days Dorothy once again experienced a deep sense of warmth and security. She felt a rising urge inside her loins to kiss him, to smother his mouth with hers and feel the whipping thrash of his hot tongue against her lips, teeth and tongue. But she pulled away-he had to be starving. “Aren't you hungry?” she asked. “Yes, I'm famished,” he answered. So Dorothy sat lovingly besides her younger brother by one year and watched him eat. “There weren't any carrots left,” she lied. “Vic and Len ate them all like a couple of pigs.” “That's okay,” he said.

Only twenty minutes of their allotted hour had passed when David pushed the empty plate away and wiped his mouth. He looked at his sister and asked, “Have you any ideas how one of us can escape and go for help? Or maybe get to the phone?” “That filthy Len never takes his eyes off me,” she said. “And they threatened to beat you up if I tried to sneak out at night. My bedroom window isn't locked but I'm afraid they mean it. I don't want you getting hurt.” “I'll take the chance,” David said. “I'm afraid. Besides, Len made me put all my clothes in suitcases and he has them in his room.” “All of them?” “No. I hid some slacks and a blouse in my small case. I packed it just in case we can escape.” “Good girl. All we have to do is think of a way to divert their attention and get me out of here.

Then we can make a run for it. I don't think they'll do much once we're near town, it's too risky and they're basically cowards.”