The store’s air conditioning chilled my bare midriff, making me wish I’d worn more than jogging bottoms and a crop top. The cold air cut through the thin fabric, sending shivers down my spine. I glanced at Jason, my little brother—though he was hardly little at eighteen. His blue eyes were wide, filled with a mix of anxiety and protectiveness. His unruly dark hair fell into his face, which was pale and tense. We had to do this. Just this once.
“Stick close, Jase; this will take your mind off Julie,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. I should’ve known better at twenty-eight, but desperation had clouded my judgment. Jason nodded, his strong hand gripping mine tightly, his eyes darting nervously around the brightly lit aisles. His build was lean, but he had a wiry strength from years of looking out for each other.
I tried to look casual, but my heart pounded so loudly that I was sure everyone could hear it. I picked up a shampoo bottle, feeling the cold plastic against my sweaty palm, and slipped it into my bag when no one was looking. Jason watched, his face a mask of tension, a silent witness to my desperate act. Next, a packet of biscuits disappeared into the bag, then a can of soup. My hands trembled slightly, the adrenaline making it hard to keep steady.
We moved towards the door, my bag heavier now, my steps quicker. I was almost there, almost free. But then, out of my eye, I saw him. A guard stood by the exit, his presence looming like a storm cloud. His dark eyes were fixed on me, sharp and unyielding. He had a muscular build, his arms crossed over his broad chest, and his jaw set with grim determination.
“Excuse me, miss,” he said, his voice deep and firm. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Jason’s grip on my hand tightened so much it hurt. The guard’s radio crackled to life, and I could hear the chatter from the other end. For a moment, I thought about running. But his eyes locked onto mine, and I knew it was useless.
He slowly lifted his radio, his eyes never leaving mine. A sinister smile crept across his lips as he spoke into the device. “I’ve got a situation here,” his tone laced with dark amusement. “There’s no need for backup. I’ll handle it personally.”
“Please, we didn’t mean to—” I started, but he raised a hand to stop me, his smile widening.
He gestured for us to follow him, and my feet moved as if alone. My mind raced, a jumble of fear and regret. We walked past curious shoppers who stole glances at us through the store to a door marked “Employees Only.” He opened it and ushered us inside.
The back office was small and cluttered, with a desk piled high with papers and a row of security monitors blinking in the corner. The guard closed the door behind us, the click of the lock sounding ominous in the quiet room.
“Empty your bag,” he said, his voice softer now but still commanding. My hands shook as I fumbled with the zipper, pulling out the stolen items one by one: shampoo, biscuits, a can of soup, and a few other things I couldn’t even remember grabbing. Jason stood close to me, his eyes wide with fear and something else—protectiveness. His fists were clenched, ready to defend me if it came to that.
The guard watched us, his expression unreadable. I felt a wave of shame crash over me, hot and suffocating. What had I been thinking? Why had I done this? I had been caught shoplifting twice before and was on my last warning. Another mark on my record would mean serious consequences—possibly even jail time.
“Why?” he asked, his tone not unkind, just curious. I looked up at him, tears stinging my eyes.
“I… I didn’t have a choice,” I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “We needed this stuff, and I had no money.”
“What is your name,” he said with his arms folded.
“E-Ella,” I said nervously.
My reflection on the monitor showed my pale face, framed by messy, shoulder-length brown hair. I looked worn, older than my twenty-eight years.
“Look, Ella,” he said, leaning against the desk. “I get it. Times are tough. But this isn’t the way to handle it. You understand?”
I nodded again, my throat tight. I felt small and foolish, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Jason’s hand slipped into mine, and I squeezed it, grateful for his silent support.
The guard stood up straighter. “Alright, I’m not going to call the police. But I need you to promise me you won’t do this again. And you’re going to have to return these items.”
Jason stepped forward as he reached for my bag, his frame trembling with determination. “Don’t touch my sister!” he yelled, his voice cracking but fierce. “You can’t touch her!”
The guard paused, surprised, then crouched down to Jason’s level. “Hey, it’s okay, buddy,” he said gently. “I’m not going to hurt her.”
Jason’s eyes filled with anger, but he didn’t back down. “Promise you won’t hurt her,” he demanded, his voice wavering.
“I promise,” the guard said softly. He stood up and looked at me. “You’ve got a brave brother, Ella.”
I nodded, tears spilling over now. “I know.”
The guard hesitated, then glanced at the security camera in the corner before returning to me. “There might be another way,” he said, his voice low. “A way for you to avoid any more trouble.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
“You are a girl; I think you know what I mean.” He took a step closer, his body towering over mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, even through the chill of the air conditioning. His hand reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a spark of something that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I know of a way you can pay off your debt without involving the police,” he said, his voice a low whisper. “And it’s much more enjoyable than returning the stolen items or serving jail time.”
My heart pounded in my chest as his words sank in. The air in the room suddenly felt thick with tension, the atmosphere crackling with an electric charge. My eyes locked onto his, and I could see the raw desire burning in their depths.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Let’s just say that I have… needs,” he said, tracing a path down my arm. “And you could help me fulfil them.”
My mind raced, trying to process his words. This was insane, dangerous, reckless. But the thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of taking a risk, was almost intoxicating. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath shallow and quick.
“I don’t know,” I said; I was shaky and embarrassed in front of my brother.
I looked at Jason, his eyes filled with worry and fear. I knew I was putting us both in a dangerous situation, but the allure of the forbidden was too strong to resist.
“It’s okay, Jase,” I said, reassuring him. “I can handle this.”
The guard nodded slowly and deliberately. “I can promise you that it will be pleasurable,” he said, his voice low and sultry.
My heart raced as I imagined what he meant. I had never done anything like this before, never even considered it. But the idea of it, the thrill of the unknown, was almost overwhelming.
“Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do it. But what about my brother? Let him go.”
“Nah, he needs to be here; he’s part of the package deal,” the guard said, his eyes glinting with a sinister hunger. I could see the outline of his thick cock through his uniform, and my heart skipped a beat. “It’s a spitroast, after all.”
“Wait… what the fuck, I am not fucking my brother, why are you…” he cut me off, grabbing his radio.
“Do you want the police to come, or shall we have a little fun?” the guard asked, his voice low and menacing.
Jason’s eyes widened with fear, and he shook his head frantically. “No, no, no,” he stammered. “Please, don’t call the police.”
I sighed, “It’s ok, Jason, just do as he says, even if it means you are doing something you don’t want to do to me. I don’t blame you, honestly.” I said as the guard started to grope me.
The guard’s hands are rough and unyielding as they explore my body. His touch sends shivers down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. His fingers trace the curve of my waist, then slide up to cup my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples, making them harden under his touch.
I gasp, my breath hitching in my throat as he continues to touch me. His other hand slips into my jogging bottoms, his fingers delving into my pussy, finding it wet and ready for him. I whimper, my body betraying me as I respond to his touch.
Jason watches, his face a mask of shock and horror. His eyes are wide, his mouth open in a silent O as he watches his sister being touched by a stranger. I can see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between protecting me and obeying the guard’s orders.
The guard chuckles, his fingers still buried in my pussy. “Looks like she’s enjoying this,” he says, his voice low and sultry. “And I’m just getting started.”
He pulls my jogging bottoms down, leaving me in just my crop top in front of him. His eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch of me. I feel exposed and vulnerable but also aroused. I’ve never been touched like this before or the focus of such raw desire.
He unzips his uniform, revealing his cock. It’s thick and long, jutting out from a nest of dark hair. I can’t help but stare, my eyes drawn to it like a magnet. It’s a thing of beauty, a testament to his masculinity.
He sits down on a chair, “Right, suck it, and you, Jason, get behind her and take her ok.”
The guard’s cock is a sight to behold, thick and veiny, with a slight curve that promises to hit all the right spots. Jason hesitates for a moment, but the guard’s commanding presence and the weight of the situation push him over the edge. He steps forward, his hands shaking as he reaches out to touch his sister’s body.
“Go on, Jase,” the guard urges, his voice thick with desire. “Fuck her while she sucks me off.”
“I am sorry, Ella,” Jason said.
I pull off the guard’s cock, “It’s ok, Jase, we have no choice, just… just do it.”
He slides into me from behind, his cock hard and ready against my slick entrance. He enters me slowly and carefully, his hands gripping my hips as he fills me up. I gasp, my breath hitching in my throat as he seats himself fully inside me, his balls resting against my pussy lips.
“Ah fuck, keep sucking my fucking cock; seems like your brother is getting into it, I see,” he said with an evil grin.
The room filled with slapping sounds as Jason’s cock pounded into me from behind. My ass cheeks slapped against his abdomen.
The guard’s cock hits the back of my throat, making me gag slightly. But I force myself to take him deeper, my eyes watering as I try to accommodate his size. He groans, his hands gripping my head as he thrusts deeper into my mouth.
Jason’s thrusts become more urgent, his hands gripping my hips harder as he fucks me with a raw, primal need. I can feel him hitting that spot deep inside me, the one that makes my eyes roll back in my head, and my body trembles with pleasure.
“Surely you can suck better than that, and you fuck her harder, you understand,” the guard demands as he shouts.
My head bobs up and down off his fat prick as I gag and choke nearly. Sucking him and swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.
Jason finds his stride, pounding into my pussy with a near-feral intensity, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips. I could hear his heavy breathing as he took me hard from behind as I sucked cock.
The guard got angry, “I swear if you don’t stuff her harder and make her moan around my cock.”
The guard’s grip on my head tightened, his thrusts becoming more insistent. I could feel him swelling in my mouth, his balls drawing up close to his body. He groaned, his hips bucking as he reached his climax.
“Swallow every drop, slut,” he growled, his voice filled with a dark, primal need. I did as he commanded, swallowing every drop of his cum as it filled my mouth. The room filled with the sounds of me gulping as he cum load after load.
He dragged my head off his cock and squeezed my cheeks, “good fucking girl. Look at you taking your brother’s cock; oh shit, he’s fucking you hard.”
As the guard releases my head, I gasp for air, my throat sore from taking his cock. Jason continues to fuck me from behind, his movements frantic and desperate. I can feel his climax building, his grip on my hips tightening as he pushes deeper inside me.
With a final, powerful thrust, Jason spills himself into me, his cum filling me up as I moan with pleasure. The guard watches, his eyes filled with awe and satisfaction.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he says, his voice softer now, a hint of a smile on his lips. “You handled that like a pro, Ella.”
Jason pulls out of me, his body shaking as he steps back, a look of guilt and shame on his face. I turn to face him, my legs weak, my body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion.
“I’m sorry, Ella,” he whispers, his eyes filling with tears. “I didn’t want to do that, but I didn’t have a choice.”
“It’s okay, Jase,” I say, reaching out to take his hand. “We both had to do it. We both had no choice.”
“Get dressed and get the fuck out of here, little rats,” he said in anger as he put his cock away.
I dressed quickly, my hands trembling as I pulled up my jogging bottoms and adjusted my crop top. Jason did the same, his movements quick and efficient. The guard watched us, his expression unreadable.
“Remember, no more trouble,” he said sternly. And if I ever see you in here again, I won’t be so forgiving.”
We nodded, our eyes fixed on the floor. I could feel the weight of what we had done, the guilt and shame settling in my chest like a heavy stone.
We left the store, and the cool air outside was a welcome relief from the stuffy back office. Jason’s hand was still in mine, his grip tight and comforting.
“I’m sorry, Ella,” he said again, his voice low and regretful. “I didn’t want to do that. I never want to do that again.”
“I know, Jase,” I said, squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry, too. We both had no choice. But if I am being honest, I’m not sure why Julie never wanted to sleep with you; you’re actually pretty good at sex.”
The car ride home was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional sound of a car passing by. I stole glances at Jason, his face still pale and tense, his eyes filled with guilt and regret. I wanted to reassure him and tell him everything would be okay, but I didn’t have the words.
When we got home, we went straight to our separate rooms, the weight of what we had done hanging heavily between us. I stripped off my jogging bottoms and crop top, my body sore and exhausted from the day’s events. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection, my eyes taking every inch of my body.
My brother walked into my room, “oh shit, sorry,” he said, covering his eyes.
“No point covering your eyes now; you saw it all today.” I could still feel sticky between my legs.
“You ok,” I said, turning to face him. I could see the guilt and shame still etched on his face, but there was something else there, too—a spark of desire, a longing he couldn’t hide.
“I’m sorry, sis. I didn’t want to, but I feel bad for enjoying it,” he stammered, his eyes still covered.
“I know, Jase,” I said, stepping closer to him. I reached out and gently pulled his hands away from his face, forcing him to look at me. “But it happened.”
His hand reached to my breasts, “Um, oh, Jase,” I hesitated, my breath hitching in my throat as he touched me again. But there was no fear or hesitation this time—just pure, raw desire.
His hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, sending a spark of pleasure coursing through my body. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as he continued to touch me. His other hand slipped between my legs, finding me still wet and ready for him.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”
I reached for his belt, my movements slow and deliberate, my eyes locked onto his. His breath hitched as I undid the buckle, my hands trembling slightly with the anticipation. I pulled the belt out of the loops, my eyes never leaving his as I dropped it to the floor with a soft thud.
My hands moved lower, finding the button on his jeans. I unbuttoned them, my fingers fumbling slightly in my eagerness. I pulled the zipper down, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I pulled out his cock.
It springs free, thick and hard, the head glistening with precum. I wrap my hand around it, my fingers barely able to encircle the entire shaft. I gasp at the feel of him, the heat and hardness of his cock, sending a thrill through me.
I part my lips as I take his cock in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty tang of his precum. I moan around him, the vibrations sending a shudder through his body. He groans, his hands gripping my shoulders as he thrusts deeper into my mouth.
His taste is intoxicating, a blend of salt and musk that makes my head swim. I take him deeper into my mouth, my throat relaxing as I adjust to his size. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly, but I push past it, eager to take all of him.
His hands are rough as they tangle in my hair, guiding me as I suck him off. His hips thrust in time with my movements, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every stroke. I can feel myself getting wetter with every passing moment, my body aching for more.
I break away from his cock for a moment, gasping for air. My lips are swollen, and my mouth is sore from taking him so deep, but the pleasure outweighs the discomfort.
“Hold on to me; this is going to be intense, Jase,” I said as I took a deep breath and put him back in my mouth, and my head bobbed hard.
“Oh fuck, Ella,” he groaned, his nails digging into my shoulders.
I sucked faster and faster at the same time, jerking him as my hand held tightly at the base of his cock.
I feel him swell in my mouth, the familiar sensation of his climax building. He groans, his hips bucking as he reaches his peak. I swallow every drop, my throat working to accommodate his load.
He pulls out of my mouth, his cock still hard and glistening with my saliva. He looks at me, his eyes filled with awe and satisfaction. I smile up at him.
“That was… incredible,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, still catching my breath. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I say, standing up and wiping my mouth.