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…”
“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.”
“But what? How can you get out of here?” Dorothy once again leaned into the securing warmth of her brother. His comforting arm circled her shoulders. “I'm working on something now. But I'll have to think of a way to signal you.” “If we get out where will we go?” she asked. “New York City. I want to live in a place where there are so many people no one gives a damn who you are and how you live. I don't want any small town.” “New York? That would be so exciting!” She pressed her warm lips against his neck and this time kissed him. Her tongue slid out to caress his smooth flesh, to taste his masculine flavor and suck hungrily. “I've got enough money to get us an apartment.” “We can mail back and get mine out of the bank in town.” His hands were caressing softly against the bareness of her back when she lifted up and pressed her swirling tongue inside his lips. David sucked back at her, drawing the working tongue deep inside with squeezing lips. She groaned, this time with pleasure, and twisted around to lay as much of her warm body against his as possible. David slid down on the bed and she nestled happily in his embrace, felt his deeply breathing chest rise up to nudge at her breasts, experienced a thrilling sensation of delight between her thighs as they opened and wrapped around his leg. “We don't have much time, David. Do you think we can make love?” she asked. “I need you so badly, I need someone who is tender and makes me feel like a woman… not an object.” “I don't know if we should take the chance…” “Please…” she begged while reaching down to stroke at the relaxed lump in his pants. “I want you so bad I can't think! it will help me put up with these two.” David kissed her passionately and she knew his answer. Her hands started to happily dig at his belt buckle and zipper. In seconds she tugged his stiffening shaft from the underpants and greedily wrapped her hand around it. It was hot, throbbing with pleasure under her touch. She loved that cock, that beautiful little penis which had grown into such a giant before her silent, watching eyes and nighttime dreams. She moved down and circled the flared head with her searching, hungry mouth. It glided into her neatly, filled her lips out to a stretched ring of pinkness as she pressed down and gorged her throat with the thick fill of cock. “Mmmmmmm,” she hummed with ecstasy. David knew she needed him, needed him urgently. His hands worked at the tie string behind her neck and the top of the apron fell quickly away. Next he pulled the bow-knot in the small of her back. The apron collapsed into a skimpy pile between them and her breasts flowed free like large, happy balloons. She ground her crotch up firmly against his leg and worked it back and forth to ignite the sweltering tissues. Her hands pushed at his pants until they fell from his feet onto the floor. He removed his shirt as she felt the glory of his bare flesh inside her scissor-clamping thighs. She pumped incessantly at his rod, working it up to maximum height and firmness with her hand and her nipping, licking mouth. He was naked as she leaned over him and voraciously devoured the thick, meaty column of muscle. David's hands came up to her breasts and kneaded them together. The nipples drew into puckers of thrilled redness before his eyes. She's perfect, he thought, we'll be very happy and able to live as we want in New York, no one will ever need to know we're brother and sister. She slid her Lips from the tip of his cock and worked them down the base with pinching nips until reaching the sperm-glutted testicles in their sac of loose flesh. With a famished gulp she drew one ball inside her mouth and rolled it over on her tongue. She sucked at the skins and they too slipped inside her mouth, but there wasn't room for the last testicle. David felt extremely hot, his pulse was slamming in his head, through his chest and arms and legs. She was driving his cock into a frenzy of anxious excitement. He tugged at her curving legs until she released her hot clamp around his ankle and moved up toward his face. He kissed each white cheek of her ass, then ran his tongue into the crevice between. She trembled with bliss as the tongue made a tickling trail of wet down closer and closer to the waiting, throbbing opening of her ass. When he brushed softly over it she pounded down hard on his cock until it was buried deep in her gurgling throat and let out a sound of encouragement; “Mmmmmmm”. David circled the pink hole with his tongue tip and felt it quiver with anticipation. Then he pointed the organ from his mouth and pushed at the pinhole. It gave way with amazing ease as she relaxed herself and welcomed the sliding guest. David speared his tongue inside the clinging orifice and licked away all the bruises and cruelty Len had left there. Dorothy felt her orgasm coming. It was as though a whole string of firecrackers were attached to her spine from her mouth to her anus to her clitoris. The untouched nub of stiffness in her crotch needed no additional urging, it throbbed, pounded, became electrified and sent out wave after wave of beating joy.
“Mmmmmmmm!” she moaned. Then, pulling up from his balls and dripping cock, she cried, “Yes! Oh… yes!” Her soft ass squirmed happily against David's probing face as he brushed his tongue to the fullest depth inside the buckling passage of her anus. The drooling twat rested against his chin and sent streams of happy liquid down his neck as the tongue danced like a drunken cowboy inside her. “God, that feels so gooood!” she groaned before plummeting back down to jam her lips around his up-thrusting, red-headed, tasty cock. David threw his tongue into rapid-fire jabs which stroked in and out of her anus while her whole body seemed to burst with jerks and trembles. All the leftover ecstasy from the half-spent orgasms she had experienced with Vic and Len now exploded like fireworks throughout her torso, limbs, mouth and snug crotch openings. She banged her ass back at him for more and more of the wonderful, probing tongue. The throes of her ecstasy started to pass and David moved his tongue down to the next slit-her juice-gushing cunt. The tongue moved right inside and plastered against the pounding clitoris to drive it back up to its former heights of passion. His lips circled the pulpy foreskins and sucked hard to feel the juice of her hole spill inside her mouth.
Dorothy hugged his cock with both hands and kissed the head passionately. She twisted her lips and tongue back and forth to scrub it into a state of purple heat. She loved the cute cock head, the one-eyed man with which she found so much happiness-that long, limbless cyclops who explored her deepest body. The hands slid down to caress the inside of his thighs and lovingly nestle his testicles as she took a slow, hp-crushing drop on the digging stick.
It filled her mouth, pressed into the hug of her throat; she twisted and felt it glide deep inside, past the tonsils and down to the esophagus, where it ignited all the delicate tissues into a flurry of quivering heat. He battered her clitoris with his tongue tip until it was about to blast into a thousand separate pieces. Then she eagerly jammed her cunt against his hot mouth and squirmed so hard the lips of fire grated on his straight, white teeth. She was climaxing again, exhausting volumes of boiling juices from the furnace of her swirling body. David clamped onto her ass with both hands and held her welded to his face as the powerful ripples and tugs of her twat slammed along his whipping, seething tongue. She couldn't breathe his cock had her so filled-but she didn't care. Dorothy felt so wonderful she wanted to die, wanted to have this ecstasy as the last fleeting feeling of life. But her senses prevailed and she lifted away long enough to fill her lungs and plunge back down. David was near smothering too. Her ass was clamped so greedily to his face that there was no room for air. He used his hands to spread the cheeks of her ass and he found a small draft of oxygen drifting down the crevice to his nostrils. He inhaled the air and the pungent odor of her draining, humping womanhood. Then his balls started to roll with excitement, the stuffed ovals cried to release their pent-up load of hot semen. And her sucking, pulling mouth drew him closer and closer each second. He wanted to cream inside her cunt, wanted to cram his long cock up inside her and plaster the walls of her clamping pussy with the white seed, but it was too late. David knew it was coming but didn't care, he felt so aroused he was sure the cock would lose none of the stiffness. It would eagerly plunge inside her grinding twat to take a second helping of her glorious body.
Dorothy could feel his thighs tense up, his cock head flare to new extremes. He was going to cream, fill her mouth, feed her after she gave him his dinner. A flutter of thrilling passion ran through her body, she was going to drink his jism, swallow him up and love every tasty bit. It gushed with power against the rear of her throat and started to flow in abundant gobs down to her stomach. She pulled up enough to feel the next throbbing explosions across her tongue, teeth, into the crevices between her gums and cheeks. It was delicious, a true testimonial of his love to let her drink from the spewing, pounding fountain of his manhood. She licked the spike clean and sucked any spillover from his soft pubic hair. David relaxed and felt her talented lips working like a soft vacuum to his pole, his balls, his thighs and anus. As a last touch she wiggled her tongue up inside the asshole and with a wide scoop sent thrills along his spine.
And the pecker never wavered once, it stood at ready, full attention while she scrubbed it down. Then with a tender kiss on the tip she faced her smiling brother and said, “It's still up, isn't it?”
“It's not finished, sister. It has more places to visit before retiring.” She shuddered with animal anticipation and looked at the clock on his dresser. Twenty minutes had passed, there were only twenty more left. “We better hurry,” she said. “I don't want them walking in on us.” His hands tenderly caressed the cheeks of her face and she opened her mouth to suck his finger inside as if it were a tiny cock. She bit softly and hoisted her legs across his waist and sat. She was like a cowboy, happy, content, getting ready to take another long ride through the beauties of nature. She squirmed back to nestle down into the saddle of his uppermost thighs. The hard cock slipped warmly under the gliding lips of her moist gash. With a forward movement and a plowing dig of her hips she scooped the head of the hard rod deftly up between the hugging lips of her cunt. Then she slowly, thrillingly, settled back to feel it slide its filling mass inside.