David shrugged. “Okay, I'll put it away after dinner.”
“That's a nice boy,” said Len. They gathered at the kitchen table and devoured Dorothy's chicken, potatoes and vegetables. With a full mouth Vic enthusiastically said, “Man, you're a good cook! This chicken's great!” “Thank you,” answered Dorothy. “Sure is,” added Len. “I'll bet you'll make Ted a real good wife. You and Ted still going out together?” “We won't be for a while,” she answered. David looked from one brother to the other. He knew they were up to something, something was different. He didn't know what but he felt uneasy. “Oh?” Len asked. “Why not? Ted's a good man and you'll make him a good wife.” “Yeah,” said Vic.
“Especially if you're as good at other things as you are at cooking.”
“We just feel like taking it easy for a while is all,” Dorothy said. She looked over at David as he ate in silence. Her eyes let him know she too felt something was strange. After dinner David helped her with the dishes while Len and Vic made them promise not to come out without telling them first. They wanted to make sure everything was all ready. “What are they up to?” she asked David.
“Beats me. I hope it isn't another one of their stupid stunts where someone gets hurt.” “They were even half-civil at dinner.”
“I noticed. They've got something up their sleeve,” David commented. “Done yet?” a widely smiling Vic asked through the kitchen door. “Just finished,” said Dorothy. “Well, come on.
Come and see what Len and I built for David. You'll love it!”
“For me?” David asked. He frowned and followed Dorothy into the living room. “Where is it?” Vic pointed down the hall to the stairs leading up to David's room. Len was at the top of the stairs, he was smiling. “It's in your room,” Vic said. “In my room? For God's sake, what have you two done now?” David asked as he started up the stairs. Len was like a doorman as David passed. He bowed and stretched his arm out to present whatever it was in the bedroom. David saw nothing, the room was the same as it always was. He turned and faced Len at the door, Vic a step below him, Dorothy peeking from further down. “What? I don't get it.” “You will,” Len said with a sneer as he pulled the door shut with a bang. Dorothy saw part of their afternoon's work. A large hasp lock like the ones used to keep barn doors locked had been installed with long, thick bolts to David's bedroom door. Len slammed the hasp over the metal catch and quickly slid a heavy-duty padlock into place. By the time David started pulling on the door it was solidly locked, locked so well it would take three men to smash it open. “Hey! Hey! Open this door!”
David screamed. “Come on, you guys,” Dorothy said with disdain.
“Open the door and let him out, the joke is over.” “Hah! It's just begun,” sneered Vic. “Let me out, dammit!” David cried.
“Wow! Listen to Davee-boy swear! Listen to the boy yell like a mad man!” Vic whooped. “Why are you doing this?” Dorothy asked.
Len grinned. “Just listen for a minute and he'll find the rest of our surprise… then we'll tell you why we've done it.” David pulled at the door until deciding it was impossible. He shook his head with anger and went to the window. He pulled the drapes to each side and with a sinking heart stepped back. The small window to this attic room, the only window, was no longer there. Thick, heavy boards covered the opening in two layers, one traveling from side to side, the other up and down. Again he saw the rounded heads of bolts holding the boards firmly into the window frame. He tried tugging at the wood and discovered it was put up well, Vic and Len had finally done something right. David knew it would be impossible to break through, and impossible to get through the door. He was trapped. “Hey?” he called out. “Yeah, Davee-boy?” “Why are you doing this?”
“That's what your sister wants to know,” Len yelled back. “Why?”
“Because it's wrong for a brother and sister to do the things we saw you doing this morning, that's why!” “What?” gasped Dorothy.
Vic laughed. “Yeah, it sure is. Brothers ain't supposed to fuck sisters! That's wrong. Blood brothers and blood sisters, that is!”
“No!” Dorothy screeched. Len quietly added with a sickening leer. “Wrong for blood relatives to fuck maybe… but there's nothing wrong with brothers and sisters who ain't related by blood to fuck each other, now is there?” She started to back down the stairs.
“You're crazy. You guys are crazy…” she stammered. “Crazy like foxes, baby,” said Len. “We saw you two fucking like a couple of rabbits in there and decided David should share the fun.” She shook her head slowly. “Never. Never in your life.” He followed her slowly down the steps while saying, “We had a choice between telling on you and getting you both in a hell of a lot of trouble or keeping quiet and getting a piece of the action.” His face was wet with sweat. “You're nuts. I'd never let you near me.” Dorothy's guts felt weak, she stumbled against the wall and wanted to spit up.
Len stopped in front of her and looked down with menacing eyes.
“You don't have a choice, baby. We've got all the cards. Your loving brother is trapped and we can go in there and take our frustrations out on him if we have to. Plus we know what you two been doing. How would your mother like to know about it? How about if we tell Ted?
Tell everyone in the town? Huh?” His hand reached out to touch her swollen breast and Dorothy swung her fist at his face. “You son-of-a-bitch!” she screamed at full volume. “Dorothy? Are you all right?” David yelled through the door. “She's fine!” Vic yelled back. “Real fine and pretty soon she'll be even better!”
“If you guys touch her I'll kill you both!” “Hah!” Vic called out. “That I'd like to see!” “Leave me alone!” Dorothy screeched as Len grabbed at her with two hands. “Like shit I will!” He lunged at her and she was trapped between his cruel weight and the wall. His foul breath made her ill as his face came in close to try and kiss her. She bolted her knee up and caught him between the legs. “Ahhhhh!” Len gasped as he fell back and grabbed his balls.
“Now let him out of there!” Dorothy commanded Vic. Vic looked at her and just smiled. When Len's arms came around her from behind Dorothy was surprised. He grabbed fast and hard, she was pinned in his strong-armed bear hug. “Okay! You little bitch! You wanna play tough, I'll play tough! Vic, watch the door while I show this cunt what a cock feels like!” Vic nodded and sat on the top step. “How come I always get the dirty work,” he mumbled. Then he added, “Just call if you need help holding her down!” “Leave me alone!” Dorothy cried while trying to kick at his ankles with all her strength. But Len had too good a hold. He propelled her into her own bedroom and across the floor until they dropped into a lump on the bed. Dorothy fought with all her strength to get his sticky face and grabbing hands away.
“Get away! Get away from me! Why are you doing this?” she screamed.
Len's face was flushed and wet with perspiration as he snarled, “Cause I want mine too! You can fuck your little brother and not think twice about it! So why not me?” His hands wouldn't hold still as they grabbed to feel the warm softness of her breasts, as they swept down to stroke at her jutting rump and slide up her thighs under the short skirt she was wearing. Dorothy tried rolling away and kicking but her stepbrother was strong and heavy, he had her pinned down so solidly she could hardly breathe. “Please…” she moaned. “Please don't.” “Come on, baby, cooperate. Give it out to me like you do to Ted and your brother. Come on, baby, give me a good fucking like you give the rest,” he said with a husky, strained voice. “I hate you! I can't stand you!” she howled. His hand was under her skirt, probing, squeezing up to feel the tenderness of her ass as she spit at him. Len's face was suddenly angry, furious, his hand grabbed at the soft cheeks of her ass and squeezed hard. The flesh billowed between his fingers and he twisted with vicious cruelty.
“Ahhhhhh! No!” she cried as the stinging pain ripped through her struggling body. His free hand came down to clamp tight around her neck and choke until she gagged. For a moment Dorothy thought he was going to kill her, going to strangle the life right from her tender, thin throat. But he eased up and hissed threateningly, “Listen here, sister, I've had enough of this bullshit! You better start thinking about what Vic and I will do to that fairy brother of yours if you don't shut up and put out!” “Huh?” she asked. Tears were welling in her eyes, the strength to fight was leaving her arms.