Yes, why not?

Reluctantly, I took the egg. As I held it in my hands and took a nibble, it sent a shockwave through me. I felt electrified. This was the first time I was being fed by my brother.
The first time...
The first time...
The first time...
It echoed through my mind.
I looked around and saw Bambi scouraging for more food. Then, I saw she found a fried chicken drumstick.
I followed her like and started scavenging for food. Something inside me had ignited. Something that had been long dead. Something like a perrenial instinct. An ancient instinct. Something that ought to be dead long ago.
Now, I felt odd. Why is it I am here, a half naked cowgirl under the table, scavenging for food? Aren't I supposed to be wearing something more conservative, as what Bambi said.
I then heard a soft thud on the carpet. I looked at direction, and found a piece of steak. I marvelled at the things my brother could afford for breakfast, as I picked up the well-done stake. I found that it had already been bitten, presumably by any of my family members. As I was enjoying the meat, I froze. Someone's bare leg had reached under the table and touched my breasts. My open breasts.
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I froze.
"Son, boy, did you hear,why don't you call OUR marriage planner? She was quite good!" I barely heard what my mother said. I knew my bare legs had touched someone's tits and I pray it is not Nana's.
What in the world is Bambi doing? Is she getting herself and Nana fired?
I planned to find that out. But before that, I allayed my parents suspicions to the happenings under the table
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My family members do not like shoes in the house. So none of use wear them in the house. I backed off, knowing that my tits would surely errect. True enough they did. I heard a sound of moving chairs and I sighed. My parents were leaving... I and Bambi immediately left.
Later that day, as I was cleaning the basement as instructed, I spied Bambi being hung to a device. She was spread eagled and naked. Then I heard my brother's voice.
"Why did you do that Bambi?" Whack! came the sound after my brother's question
"I am sorry, master. Do not punish me. I just don't like Nana. After she came, the Master does not care for me any more." came the wailing voice of Bambi
Another two more whacks
"Do you know that you have erred?"
Another whack.
This was too much for me. I stood up, and entered the room my brother was in.
"That is too much brother! Stop beating Bambi or else I'll... I'll"
"You'll what Nana?" My brother asked, his voice dripping with a substance known as sarcasm.
"I'll... I'll... I'll tell mom!" I told him
"No, you'll be watching me punish Bambi, and you better hope that I do not punish you for that wrong doing just now..." He said in a pleasantly voice.
I tried to turn and run but I found that I had been chained. By another woman. She had moved so silently that I do not even knoe the existance of her presence.
"Ahh. Just in time, Perdie. No, no. I will want to punish this Bambi myself. If I got time, I work on Nana too. " My brother said to the woman behind me. Oddly, I think that she too is the maid of this household, for she is wearing a similar maid's costume.
I looked on in fear as Bambi's punishments began again