Rand McTiernan: Her Forbidden Brother

I've got my life to live my way… and my plans.” “Plans? What plans? Is that why you can put up with it?” “It sure is.”

“What are they? What are you going to do?” she asked. Dorothy now felt close to David, closer than they'd been in months. She watched as he closed his eyes and lifted his arms up behind his neck to cradle his head. He was slim but not skinny at all, he had the build of a sleek swimmer, narrow hips, thin arms and legs. Once again she was reminded of the male models in the fashion magazines she saw.

“I'm going to do what everyone expects me to do. As soon as I'm through with school it's goodbye Texas.” “You'll go away? Where?” she asked. “New York. As far from cattle as I can get and as close to the arts as possible. I want to study music, really study it,” he said. Dorothy felt a heaviness in her stomach. “You'd leave me?” she asked. “Would you rather watch me be ridiculed by the fine gentlemen of Billford?” Dorothy wanted to throw her arms around him, hug him close and press her mouth against his she was so overcome with a feeling of loss… a feeling she had last had the day her father died. But she stood and went for the door, she didn't want to turn back because her eyes were wet, but she had to say, “Ted and I decided not to go out for a while.” “That's good,” David answered. She quickly left the room.

The first rays of the morning sun coming through the bedroom window woke Dorothy. She stretched and rolled over. The house was quiet, very quiet. She sat up. Her mother and Jake were supposed to leave early, Vic and Len were taking them to the train station. She got out of bed, slipped on her houserobe and looked into the master bedroom. They were gone. The bed was made, they had left without waking her to say goodbye. She shrugged and went back to bed. But sleep evaded her as she lay there looking out the window, wondering what she would do. Do with her life. The conversation with David the night before still bothered her. Not so much that he would leave some day but because he at least knew what he was going to do. She didn't.

Soon she'd have to start looking for a job, or get married.

That's what all the girls did. It wasn't very appealing. The jobs in the area were all related to cattle, some office work where they needed girls to file records or keep books, or being a waitress in town and feeding the men who handled the cattle. Dorothy soon realized she wasn't that fond of the smell of cattle either. She was lying on top of the bed and her fingers one by one fidgeted with the buttons of the robe. It was unconscious at first, popping one open, moving down to the next and opening it. Then she reached inside and felt her breast, felt the pleasant warmth and smooth texture of the nipple. It began to harden, pucker, lift up to her gentle strokes. She inhaled deeply. The hand moved down and a button came open before she touched it. Her flat, firm stomach was like fine velvet to her fingers. The slope from below her full breasts to the end of her rib cage was slight, then it plunged abruptly down to the belly which swept gracefully down like a wind-blown sand dune. The lowest point of the flesh plateau was the navel, the small knot of flesh snuggled inside a delicate crevice. Her finger moved inside the hole to touch the knot, make a small circle and slide back out. From there on down the flesh seemed to grow even softer and started the slight upward rise. A rise which abruptly ended when Dorothy's fingertips touched fine, soft hair. A thousand threads of silk waving atop the crest of full, mature womanhood before all the anatomy plunged, converged, collected into a mass of tender, swollen tissues.

Dorothy moved one finger down to touch the ripe skins alongside each side of her vaginal opening. It was warm, easily excitable flesh which thrillingly responded to even the slightest touch of the fingertip. She then moved sideways and felt the loose skin of the pink-lipped hole. It waited there, relaxed, wrinkled, ready to expand willing around the stretching circumference of a warm, throbbing cock.

She opened the rope completely and exposed the curving, firm lines of her body. Long, limber legs developed over years of active sports, dancing, swimming. They held no excess flesh yet were fully formed, curving, as good as any she'd seen in the lingerie ads. She stretched them out straight, then slightly apart. She inhaled deeply and the two pointed breasts lifted earthily into the air. Each pink nipple strained up from the top, large nipples, perfectly round with pulpy little caps surrounding each pin-hole. The rim of each nipple was trimmed by tiny bumps of extra-sensitive skin. Her back arched to thrust the breasts even higher as if she were begging for some man's mouth to materialize and clamp down on the enticing tips of pink. Then with a sigh she exhaled, her belly sucked in and her waist appeared much too small for the fullness of her smooth, round hips. The finger teased at the pussy lips, gently first, then with a little more action until the pinkness turned to a more brilliant tone of red. A first trickle of moisture showed at the lowest point of the slit, just a dew-drop sparkle of cunt cream. But the finger now probed deeper and incessantly rolled back and forth across the thickening, expanding chord of her clitoris. The moist-ness spread upward to soon have the whole gash glowing with its own draining happiness. Dorothy closed her eyes and shifted her weight on the bed. The legs opened wider and pulled back to offer more and more of her heated crotch to the self-manipulations. The tip of her tongue slid between tightly closed lips to wash back and forth, to stroke the lips of her mouth into their own form of excitement.

She sighed again and the finger dug deep inside her hole. As it withdrew the thick juice coated it, she plunged it back inside while using a second finger to continue the exciting stroking of the pounding clitoris. She felt warm, good, carefree from her toes to the top of her head as the morning sun sprayed across her nude body and the accurate fingers touched the areas crying for the most attention.

Her other hand squeezed each mounded breast forcefully and came up to pinch each nipple until its color matched that of the fluid-running pussy. The hand never left her body as it trailed down to her waist, alongside her hip and to the rounded fullness of her backside. It squeezed the gentle flesh while moving around and into the crevice of her ass. She used her index finger to stroke the anus, to make small circles around this tiny pink dot. A new excitement trembled through her cooking body, a wild tingle of extreme pleasure. She pushed at the muscular hole until it eased back and the fingertip slipped inside. Taking her time, going easy, she slowly worked the finger halfway into the asshole and stopped. Her two holes, the cunt and the asshole, were both now quivering with ecstasy.

Her anus felt like the finger was much larger than it actually was, especially after she gave it another push and slid it all the way in.

As her asshole reacted with a new kind of shock the walls of her cunt started to shudder without stop. “Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Yes…” Her box was burning, exploding, creaming abundant waves of juice down on her hand as she twisted and wiggled the finger inside her asshole. She was stroking faster, deeper into the back hole and feeling the climactic reaction spill from the front.

Her open hips started to swell, rise, sway uncontrollably from side to side as the two probes jabbed in and out of the slick crevices of her perspiring body. As the orgasm shivered through her torso Dorothy groaned low in her throat, she twisted wildly and finally hoisted her hips in the air as the last throes of pleasure gushed from the drooling hole between her legs. She sighed, exhaled, relaxed and let her backside come down to rest on the bed. After folding the robe about her nakedness she lay there for a long time staring out the window. Wondering, flunking, daydreaming. On an impulse she got up and walked from her room. The robe hung open in the front, her breasts jiggled with meaty firmness before her as she started up the stairs. Each step made the full mounds jostle a little more, they rolled, trembled, seemed to become more excited and active as she came closer and closer to the bedroom door of David. He was sleeping peacefully, the bedcovers were in their usual disarray, but Dorothy was disappointed to see they still covered his mid-section. But his chest, his sleek, well-defined chest and lean arms were exposed, so were his long, thin legs. She closed his door quietly and leaned against it for a moment. After pulling the robe partially closed she slowly moved to the side of the large bed. His breathing was steady, mouth slightly open. She cautiously reached down and lifted the blankets away. He was lying before her totally nude, beautiful, lean and handsome. The long prick was soft, wrinkled and curled down alongside his leg. The scrotum hung below it, drooping, filled with two small egglike treats. Dorothy was scaring herself, she knew what she might do and was afraid of what would happen. She just knew that she no longer cared if he woke up or not, in fact she wished he'd catch her and find out what she'd been up to for so many years. He would understand… but he would surely make her stop. She gently lifted the relaxed cock with her fingers and it fell back into the cushion of blond hair. Dorothy liked it like that, belly up. She trailed the tip of her finger down the wrinkled, loose skins and watched with fascination as they swelled and grew tight around a growing erection. Color came to the glans and its edges flared out like the cap of a mushroom as she tenderly ran her finger up and down the pole. It grew to a tremendous size, long, straight, stiff and red.