He seemed to be giving it a thorough inspection, probing her folds, using both hands to hold her apart. The only person who had paid this much attention to her vagina and what it looked like, wasn’t even Marcus, but Dr. Florentine, the “Lady Doctor” her mother had taken her to a couple of times. Travis started to stick his fingers inside her, first one, then two. Melissa began to blush furiously at the invasion, and even more when she felt herself starting to get wet even from this, she felt two more little fingers join the first, then felt herself spread wide and he moved his hands apart, trying to see down inside her, Melissa knew that he would not be able to see very far because of her hymen, that’s what Dr, Florentine had called her maidenhead, but it was the widest she had ever been stretched, and it started to hurt, she swallowed a yelp, and bit her tongue, trying to deny her brother the satisfaction. Then the fingers slipped on one side, and her pussy snapped closed around his remaining fingers, he stuck those in as far as he could, butting up against her hymen, and eliciting a grunt. He didn’t touch her ass, Melissa guessed he knew enough about those already. Suddenly, his fingers were gone, and she saw Travis hurrying back inside. The front of his pajama bottoms were tented over an erection.
About twenty minutes later, the curtains opened, and Melissa saw her mother’s back headed into the lights of the kitchen. Melissa could see across the living room and into the kitchen, a straight shot to the sink, she could just see the back of Travis’s head as he sat at the kitchen table, dressed for school, eating his way through a bowl of oatmeal. She watched him eat, anything to take her mind off where she was. She could imagine the smell and taste of her mother’s cooking, but all she could really smell and taste was her brother’s piss. She spat repeatedly as she watched her brother with envious eyes, she knew all the parts played by her family that she couldn’t see, her father, eating and reading the paper, commenting on any interesting news story, her mother keeping everyone’s plates and glasses full, and like clockwork, at 7:10 her father would look up, and declare that it was time to get his nose to the grindstone, and head out. She heard the car door close in the garage, the garage door open, and Dad’s car drive off. The garage door humming closed again.
Five minutes later, she saw her mother hand off a perfectly packed lunch to Travis, kiss him on the cheek, and send him out the front door. She saw her mother headed back into the kitchen, then she heard Travis fumbling around behind her, the crinkle of a paper bag.
“Aww, carrot sticks! Mom knows I hate carrot sticks.” there was a pause, “Wait, Missy, you can take care of them for me, that way they won’t go to waste!” there was a malicious smile to his voice.
“No,” Melissa retorted, angrily, “I’m not going to eat your stinking carrots!”
“Oh, I didn’t say anything about you eating them!” He laughed, and she heard him setting down his school bag, the rustle of his lunch bag again, and finally a tiny zip of the Ziploc bag of the cut carrots that mom bought for their lunches was opened. Melissa had liked the carrots in her lunch they were about two inches long and about as big around as her finger, and mom always packed exactly twelve with a little bit of cold water so they would be fresh and crisp and never dry.
She knew it was coming even before she felt the first one, cold and wet, poke against her clenched sphincter, it felt huge even though she knew it wasn’t really that big.
“YOU LITTLE FUCK!, YOU SHIT! I’M GOING TO COUNT TO THREE, AND YOU BETTER STOP!” She began trying to twist and turn in her rage and panic, her limited range of motion hampered her, and she was worried that she would either break her neck or choke if she lost her feet. Travis suddenly wrapped himself around one of her naked legs, one arm around her thigh, and he kicked her other leg away, and Melissa found her self with her legs spread wide, suddenly afraid to move.
“Now, I’m going to count to three,” the little troll smirked, “Heck, I’m going to count to twelve!” and the cold carrot began to poke its way into her spread ass. “Can you count along with me?” he asked in a singsong voice from one of the kids programs he used to watch years ago.
“One!” It took some pushing but he got the carrot most of the way in, he didn’t want to push it in all the way with his finger, because he didn’t want to stick his finger in his sister’s ass, that would be nasty. He solved his problem by pushing the end of first carrot in with the second one, this one went in easier.
“Two!” for some reason, Travis’ penis was getting hard like it had this morning, he didn’t really understand why it did that some times, and it felt good and embarrassing at the same time, but he didn’t let that stay him from his task.
“Three!” Melissa could feel the cold progress of the invasion working its way slowly into her bowels.
“Four!” and again, under her anger and growing humiliation, she felt herself becoming worked up by her brother’s actions. She wondered if he had an erection again, and what it looked like.
“Five!” There was more resistance with this one, she felt a tiny movement inside her bowels as one carrot pushed past another rather than send the ones ahead any deeper, she started to feel an urge to go to the bathroom, like she needed to both piss and shit, even she knew she didn’t need to do either.
“Six! Halfway there!” her brother sang. This one also slid beside another, the mass of carrots in her was getting thicker.
“Lucky Number Seven!” and with this one he started to slide it in and out a little bit, teasing her, and it was doing more than he knew, she felt that her pussy had started to get wet.
“Eiiiiiight!’ Travis was starting to get creative even as it became harder to get the carrots in, he got this one halfway in, and began to twist it in circles, feeling the end rub against the carrots already there in his sister’s ass.
“Niiiiiinnnnne!” Melissa’s breath was coming in short gasps, she didn’t, couldn’t know what to do.
“Tennnnnnnn!” Melissa realized that she had made a long drawn out “nnnnnnnnn” sound with her brother. This feeling of fullness was nothing like she had ever experienced before, it wasn’t like needing to go to the bathroom, it was something different, if only the carrots weren’t so cold. She needed something that she couldn’t articulate.
“Eeeeee-leven!” She felt liquid trickle down her thigh, she could feel the irregular mass of the carrots pressing down against her pubic area, pressing into her, filling her, the fullness and pressure hurt, like a stomach cramp, but a knife’s edge of pleasure was cutting through it feeding on the pain and shame. Deep within, she knew that if she gave into it, the pain wouldn’t matter any more, it would be happening to someone else, the Stranger, not her, and she could be free, free to feel the pleasure.
“And twelve!” he exclaimed, jamming the last one in sharply, but not all the way, he didn’t have another one to push it in with. He sat there poking the last one in and out until he hit upon an idea, he turned the plastic baggie inside out and stuck his hand into it, and used his baggie covered finger to work the last carrot past her sphincter and into her bowels. “Wow, that’s warm…and tight.” Melissa could feel her brother’s questing finger hooking past her sphincter, she could feel the carrots near her anus shift as he poked them. “Whoa, I can feel them!” he worked another finger inside, his other hand was unconsciously clutching his twelve year old boner tightly.