2 #2
“Come here, Vega. Feel me. This is from looking at your sister and her childbearing hips, her fecund body,” Papa coos raggedly, and I turn my face toward the flame of the open stove.
He’s never done this so openly before. Even on Vega’s birthday, he took her into the other room and closed the door.
Though Mama and I both heard her pained scream and Papa’s grunting praises.
“It’s me you love, right Papa? Not Nova.” Vega sounds teary and too young. There’s a wet pull of flesh, and Papa groans.
“Shut up, sweet pea. Get on your knees and put your mouth on the tip. Lick. Harder!”
The flames lick, and Mama pulls too hard, snapping my neck back, but I don’t flinch; I let her tug and pull, forcing my hair into a long French braid as Papa uses Vega just feet away.
“Is that good, Papa?” Vega moans with a full mouth garble, and I force my head still. The sounds make me sick and achy, and I hate them. I hate them both. I need to leave. I need to leave this cabin. Forever.
“Nova, honey, watch.” Papa orders, low and sick and sinister.
I turn my head, letting tears blur my vision.
Papa grins maniacally and pulls Vega to her feet, bending her over the dining table.
Mama whimpers. Papa’s cock is long and thin and pale, and he lets it wag behind Vega’s bottom.
His eyes are on me as he raises her skirt and grips her, his thumbs spreading her.
“Yes, Papa, put it in me. I’m your little girl, I’m yours. I’m going to give you a baby, plant your seed in me, Papa!”
Vega cries out, shrill and desperate, glaring at me.
Her mouth becomes a perfect circle as Papa thrusts forward, skewering her on his rod.
The table shakes and shoves into my arm.
Mama drops the brush to the ground. Papa fucks his stepdaughter so roughly she has to grip the edge of the table to keep in place.
“You’re next, Nova. Both my girls. Both my girls will carry my children. My beautiful girls,” he grunts like a pig, and I stare at the pale circle of flesh visible through a hole in his shirt above his left pectoral.
“No! No! Only me, Papa, only me!” Vega cries like a struck child, and Papa treats her like one, spanking her bottom and fucking her harder.
“Shut up, I said— shut up!” he groans and stiffens, and Vega collapses into a limp pile of tears.
Crack! Something breaks through the front door, fracturing a hole down the center wide enough for the black-gloved hand that reaches in. I’m on my feet screaming, wishing I had told Mama about the men in the woods. How had I not told?
“What the fuck?” Papa shouts, pulling his erection out of a whimpering Vega and hopping to close his pants as the barrels of two automatic weapons swing back and forth around the room.
“Check the bedroom!” I recognize the first voice immediately as the beautiful, more muscular man. They have hats on with brims that shield their faces from the rain, and both men have waterproof jackets in the colors of the forest.
He keeps his eyes on us as the bearded man kicks open the bedroom door. “Clear.”
Vega is panting, her face tear-stained and knowing as she eyes the two big men. She pushes up onto her elbow and looks sideways at them, not bothering to close her thighs or pull down her dress.
“My name is Ranger. This is Wolf.” The first man says in his melodic voice. We’re frozen, staring at the intruders with shock. I slide my feet down, and they hit the floor with a thud.
Papa has his hand in the air. His pants are unbuttoned, a shock of pubic hair sticking out above his shriveling penis.
“Please don’t hurt me,” Vega whines, her eyes wide and awed by the men. She’s practically salivating, not even scared by the guns.
“We can feed you. Then, please, go,” Mama finally says, with surprisingly little shake to her words.
I stay silent, but, for some reason, both men are staring at me.
“Those are your snares,” Wolf asks rhetorically, staring straight at me with eyes I can see are a stormy gray.
Of course they recognize me after just a fraction of a second through the rain.
These men are like beasts. My chest rises and falls rapidly under my thick sweater, and I tug the sleeves down over my fingers. I nod.
“Nova, what the fuck?” Papa mutters, “Do you know them?”
I shake my head, “No, Papa, I thought—I saw—”
“Papa? You her father?” Ranger asks, tipping his gun toward Papa, who steps back and nearly trips on the carpet.
Vega finally stands straight, her dress covering her.
She flips her long hair over her shoulder and flutters her lashes.
I purse my lips and shrink inwards. She is the pretty one.
Surely they’ll notice her now and stop staring at me so blatantly.
“Yes. These are my girls. Well, I’ve raised them from babies. Kept them safe. And my wife.” Papa clears his throat and buttons his pants, stepping to Mama’s side and wrapping his arm around her stiff shoulders.
Ranger’s lip curls as he looks from Vega to Papa. His cheeks stiffen in disgust. Good. At least someone else sees how wrong this is.
“You fuck your stepdaughters?” he growls, his eyes flashing at me, clouding in anger.
“Just me! Papa chose me to repopulate the earth,” Vega says smugly, narrowing her eyes toward me. “Obviously I’m prettier, and my babies will be better.”
“That’s—an odd thing to say,” Wolf spits out. “This ain’t right. This is fucked up.”
“We want you to come with us,” Ranger says, turning to me. His jaw is tight and sharp as a craggy cliff edge. Shadows dance over his dark skin, and his thick finger is balanced on the trigger. I feel small and plain next to them.
“Leave?” I whisper, a light buzzing starting in my head. I blink rapidly.
“No! She’s not goin’ anywhere. This is her home. We’re her family,” Papa cries out while Mama’s chin jerks back and forth between the men dripping water all over the bloodstained floor and me.