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CHAPTER THREE
We got back home later than we'd expected, and I was worried that Mom and
Randy would see me in the 'CUTE' shirt. I was partially right. Mom was
standing outside, about to go out again, when we pulled out. She commented
that she liked the shirt, and that she was glad to see that I'd put on a
bra - that she'd noticed I'd needed one for a while but didn't know how to
say that to me. I grumbled, but didn't respond. She told us that she got
called back to work and likely wouldn't be back all night, and that Randy
was staying over at a friend's, so it would be just the two of us.
Inside, Roger went to check his email, and I decided I should start a load
of laundry. Thankfully, my shirt seemed to be still clean, but the jeans
had gotten rather muddy when I was crawling around at the park.
I looked for something to change into, but most of my stuff was in the
wash. I considered changing into my Star Wars pyjamas, but I thought it
was a little too early in the evening for that, and I thought they could
also use the wash. I looked for something else. There were the spandex
shorts, but I didn't want to wear those in front of my brother. There was
a pair of boxer shorts with an open fly; I didn't know how I'd wear those,
they were meant to be used as underwear, and I couldn't really ever wear
those. There were some leggings, but I wasn't going to wear those. Then I
saw a pair of pink corduroys. I hadn't tried those on before, but
something about their colour made me want to wear those less.
In the end, since I was only home alone with Roger, and I thought there
was probably a good chance he'd be busy with his computer for the rest of
the evening, I decided to put on the pair of jeans short-shorts that was
in the bag. They were made of the standard, thick jeans material, but were
really soft. They fit really tight, and the legs were permanently rolled
up (with stitches) so that they only extended about an inch below my
crotch.
I felt funny wearing those, but decided to stay wearing them and to try to
do my laundry quickly, hoping that Roger wouldn't notice me. As it
happened, the laundry machine was still in use, and, from the looks of
things, I'd have to wait half an hour until it became available. So I went
to the living room to watch TV. And twenty minutes later, Roger walked
into the room. I felt self-conscious about how much of my legs were
visible and tried to cover them with my arms. He didn't say anything about
what I was wearing, and my action with my arms probably did nothing except
to call more attention to my legs.
He sat beside me and asked me what I was watching. I was flipping through
channels and didn't really find anything interesting. He asked me if I
found it 'fun' to be able to do the things I could, like communicating
with animals and healing and stuff like that. "I guess so," I said,
honestly.
I heard the washing machine buzz, and went to take out Mom's load and put
my own in. I felt very self-conscious walking away from him, imagining
that he was staring at my butt the whole time. My heightened sense of
smell could detect a higher level of 'manliness' (testosterone?
horniness?) in the room, but I wasn't really sure what that meant.
After putting Mom's clothes in the dryer and putting my own in the washer,
I went back to my brother, again feeling a little bored and hoping for
attention. He was munching on some chips, watching reruns of football.
When I came in, he motioned for me to sit beside him and then offered me
some chips.
"Thanks, but I can't," I said.
He nodded.
After a bit, he said, "Hey, could we try one more thing? Please don't be
offended... you can say 'no' if it's too weird... I'm just dying to ask,
though... I was wondering if you would let me, um, feed you a carrot...
you know, a whole carrot like before... If it's okay, I'd really like to
see how it goes down."
"Um, ok, sure," I said, happy for the attention even if it wasn't exactly
the way I'd hoped for.
"Can you get a carrot? I put the ones we bought in the fridge. Choose a
really big and long one," he said.
I did as told, and went to the kitchen, coming back with a large carrot.
He held his hand out for me to give it to him, and I did.
"So," he said. "Let's see, what's the best way to do this... maybe, could
you like kneel on the coffee table in front of me? That's a good height
for me, I think."
"Okay," I said, a little nervously.
Once I was kneeling, facing him, he stopped talking. Instead, looking at
me with a look of deep concentration on his face, he put his hand on my
forehead and tipped my head back, and then grasped my chin with his
fingers and pulled my mouth open. He brushed my lips with his fingers, and
then peered inside my mouth. Then, holding my chin with one hand, looking
right into my mouth, he placed the tip of the carrot against the opening
of my throat, and pushed it gently in. He pushed it further and further,
and then let go of my chin, placing that hand gently against my neck
instead. He continued to push the carrot in. Once it was all the way in my
throat, he placed the hand that had been holding the carrot against my
stomach. At first, his hand was on top of my shirt, but then a moment
later, without asking first, he slipped that hand underneath my shirt and
rubbed my stomach directly, apparently trying to locate the carrot. I
surprised myself by allowing him to do that and not protesting. He stopped
moving that hand around and left it at the very top of my stomach, fingers
spread, with his thumb against the bottom of my ribcage and his pinky
resting right on my navel. This was much more physical contact than I
thought I'd EVER allow him to do to me, but I surprised myself and let him
do so; I didn't find it unpleasant, and that surprised me as well. In
fact, it seemed that my body actually enjoyed or welcomed the contact!
I continued to swallow the carrot. A little later, his other hand, the one
that he had against my throat lifted. He tried feeling the top part of my
chest, where it was naturally visible through the opening of the shirt.
Then he moved it to the nape of my neck, and then just below it, at the
top part of my back where it stuck out through the neckline of my shirt.
And then he moved that hand to the small of my back, and slipped it up my
back, underneath my shirt, until his hand was resting flat against my
upper back, which was partially covered by the sports-bra. He gently,
slowly moved both hands back and forth - one covering my stomach, and the
other covering my whole back, until, finally, I told him that I thought
the carrot was fully digested. He kept his hands on me for a few moments
longer. So I took his wrists in my hands and gently pulled them off me. He
pulled away, and, embarrassed, said "Sorry." I straightened up my shirt
once more.
"But that was truly amazing. I mean, I could feel the carrot going down
your throat. And it felt like I could feel it somehow entering your
stomach, right at the top, just below your ribs. And then as I felt the
carrot continue moving down, it just, kind of magically disappeared!
Amazing!"
"But now I might have a hard time falling asleep," I said with a laugh.
"Oh, really?" He took my remark seriously. "Isn't there another way to
help you to sleep, if you've had a carrot?"
"I dunno," I said. "I guess if you locked me in a tiny box like that girl
Joujou was in, my body would hibernate until you opened the box again. But
I really don't want you to do that. I'll just read or watch TV. Anyway, I
should wait up until I can put my clothes in the dryer."
A few hours later, though, I was bored and feeling a little bit
mischievous. I was still wearing the short-shorts, despite having just
taken my clothes out of the dryer and being able to change to something
more modest. And, since it was after ten, wearing pyjamas would have been
quite appropriate. But, like I said, I was feeling a little too hyper or
mischievous. And again, I wanted attention. So I went and found Roger in
his room and, breathing rapidly from excitement mixed with nervousness,
asked him if he wanted to test something out on me, something that I'd
never done before. He was intrigued and only to happy to oblige, and
followed me back downstairs.
"Well, the truth is," I said, "It's not that the carrot keeps me awake the
way caffeine does for you. It just makes it so that being in the dark
doesn't FORCE me to sleep. But if I want to sleep, if I'm tired, then I
still can, like anyone else. But... I'm not so tired, and don't really
feel like sleeping, and, well, there's something else that we could try."
Roger listened.
"So, there's this one food that's kind of dangerous to me. It's not really
dangerous, it's just, well, has consequences, I guess. I saw that we have
some in the fridge. It's ginger. Apparently if I eat some, it works like
an anaesthetic, knocking me out, putting me to sleep for a period of time,
and during that time there's absolutely no way to wake me. And I was
thinking... I have no idea how it feels or how it works... I was thinking
that if you can promise me that you won't do anything bad to me or take
advantage of me, you know, then, maybe I'd let you give me some ginger and
see what happens, and then when I wake up you can tell me what exactly
happened to me, so I'll know for the future."
"Wow!" was his first response. "Okay, sure. I mean, yeah, of course you
can trust me. Of course I won't do anything bad to you."
"But you have to promise that while I'm sleeping you won't do anything to
me that I wouldn't let you do it I was awake. You can't undress me, and
you can't touch my private parts and stuff like that."
"Of course! Of course I wouldn't do that to you. I mean, you're my sister
- I mean, brother. Sorry."
"Do you have any idea what you WILL do to me while I'm sleeping?"
"No specifics," he said. "I'll just test it, try to wake you. I'll take
some pictures, and some video, if you want, so that you can see what it
was like."
"I don't want there to be pictures of me," I said.
"No, not pictures to share. I'll just take them with my phone. And I can
even let you se them before I see them myself - and you can delete
whatever you don't want."
"Um, okay," I said, starting to get even more nervous, and at the same
time more excited.
"Do you have any idea how much you need to eat?" he said, taking a large
piece of ginger from the fridge. "Or how long it takes for it to take
effect? And how long it lasts?"
"I think he said it takes only a minute or two to take effect. I don't
know about measurements, though, just that the more I take, the longer it
works."
I saw him take a knife and cut a centimetre off the piece of ginger.
"Okay, then I suggest we start with just a little piece and I'll time how
long it lasts. We can add more later if need be."
"A little piece should be enough," I said. "I don't need to be out for a
long time. It's just to test it. And I guess we should go to my bedroom
and I should swallow it while I'm already on my bed."
"No," Roger said, surprising me by putting a hand on my shoulder. "Swallow
it here, first, and then let's see if you have enough time to get to your
bed before it takes effect. Don't worry, I won't let you fall... if you
fall asleep before you get there I'll catch you and put you in your bed."
That seemed like a bad idea, but on the other hand the 'challenge' seemed
somewhat exciting. So I agreed to it.
"Should I put on pyjamas first?" I asked.
"No, you're fine, nothing wrong with sleeping in your clothes. Let's just
start it already so that you'll be properly asleep when Mom gets home, so
she doesn't worry."
And with that, he pressed the little piece of ginger against my lips.
"Open up," he 'commanded' with a chuckle. I parted my lips. With his
finger, he popped the ginger into my mouth, shooting it to the back of my
mouth. Then he held my mouth closed with his hand, and said "Now swallow."
I did as told. Next, he told me to open my mouth and lift my tongue, and
laughed, saying it was just like in a mental ward. And then he put his arm
around my shoulders and gave me a little hug and said I'm a lot of fun.
"Do you feel sleepy?" he asked.
"Um, no, not yet," I said. And then I felt something, something strong
inside my head. "Oh, wait," I stumbled, tipped over a bit, feeling him
catching me, and then - that was it. I was out cold.
At some point, I started to wake up. But it was very hard to do so. I
could barely move. couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't really talk. It felt
like I was lying on a cold, hard surface. I could feel a hand against my
bare belly. As consciousness slowly returned to me, I felt fingers open my
mouth and another piece of garlic was placed against my tongue. I think it
was much bigger this time. The fingers firmly closed my lips again. I had
no way of resisting. I heard Roger's voice command me to swallow. I wasn't
awake enough to disobey - I obeyed without thinking, knowing what this was
going to do with me. And within seconds, it was lights out for me once
more.
When I finally did wake up, I could feel his hands gently stroking my
legs. This time, he allowed me to wake up. Again, it took quite a while.
He had one hand stroking my thighs, and another stroking my head and hair.
When I finally opened my eyes and adjusted to the light, I saw that I was
in HIS bedroom, not mine, lying on HIS bed, while he was kneeling at my
side.
He put his lips to my ear and whispered, "Do you want to wake up? Or
should I give you more ginger?" I tried to speak, but found it still too
difficult - it took a few minutes for me to regain speech after being
'knocked out' like that. So I just slowly shook my head. "It's 5AM. You
can afford to sleep a little more. I haven't really slept yet. Are you
sure I can't give you a little more ginger, so I'll be able to get some
sleep too?"
I nodded my head, intending to mean "Yes, I'm sure, no more ginger." But
he interpreted it differently, as if I'd said, "Okay, give me a little
more."
And without losing a second, he had slipped another chunk of ginger into
my mouth and held his hand against my lips. "Good girl," he whispered.
"Now swallow." I was still disoriented, and, as such, unable to disobey; I
swallowed. "Good girl. Sleep well," he said. As whatever strength I had
was quickly draining from my body, I felt his bed shake. He had climbed
onto the bed beside me. He pulled a sheet over both our bodies and turned
off the light. I felt him kissing my cheek and placing his hand against my
bare belly before I lost consciousness once more.
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