Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
After getting annoyed at how everything I've submitted recently got rejected, not to mention how slowly I was progressing with the various unfinished stories I've been working on, I decided to look through my drafts to find the one concept which I was sure I could finish in a few days and still have it come out decently. As this story was written in just under two days, I think I've succeeded.
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copyright infringement was intended, but I'm pretty sure there are already a few stories built around a similar concept on the Lit, so veteran readers likely won't be too surprised by the plot of this story. There's some mild reluctance in the middle of the story, in addition to the obvious incest, but absolutely no character is harmed in any way, and the various sex acts are quite enjoyed by all participants, as is very much made clear in the story.
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Officer Marlene Hendricks blankly stared at the text message on her phone, feeling her heartbeat slowly quicken.
"Oh no," she said, her voice barely a whisper, as her hands went numb and the phone fell on the cold floor of her apartment.
Well, it actually wasn't
her
apartment. Officially, "Marlene Hendricks" not only wasn't the owner of this run-down apartment in the middle of the worst part of town but a woman of her economic status probably never would have even entered it.
Officially, this combination of cracked walls, broken windows and old furniture which its previous owners had to fight to be able to sell for a four-figure sum, was owned by "Miranda Smith", a young woman who recently came into the town to seek work in some of the seedier local establishments.
And as far as any of the locals knew, that was exactly what was happening. Day in, day out, a young woman from such a poor family she needed a loan even to buy such a cheap place, was living there, in between returning and leaving to work for the most famous pimp in town, a man known to most people simply as "Roach".
However, right now, there was no "Miranda Smith" in the apartment, getting ready for her work as a streetwalker for the local crime lord. There was just officer Marlene Hendricks, a 24-year-old rookie cop currently working on a case undercover for the first time, looking down at the screen of her phone on the cold, cracked floor of the cheap apartment the local PD bought for her to stay in, feeling her hands start to shake and her heartbeat rapidly quicken.
"Fuck," she flatly stated to no one in particular, before steadily raising her voice with each successive word as she stormed out from her room and started angrily running through "her" home "Fuck. Fucking fuck. Fuck! Fuck!!"
"Something happening Sis?" her two years older brother, Jason, sheepishly asked as she waltzed into the living room where he was sitting on a not-too-comfortable couch. Immediately, she turned to face him, mouth agape and mind blank.
This was his fault.
"You," she replied, as her mind slowly started to scream. He wasn't supposed to be there. This wasn't supposed to happen. He shouldn't have come, but now he was there, and this was happening.
"Erh, me?" he asked, completely at a loss of what was happening. He knew what his sister was doing here, and could guess because of whom she might be so distressed, but any question as to why was completely beyond him.
"Somebody spotted you when you came here, one of Roach's people" she blurted out, her voice creepily monotonous. "Fuck!" she added, an expression her brother now felt just as strongly as she did.
"But, but," he stammered, trying to say anything which might minimize his guilt "Why, why would that be weird. Dudes probably come in and out of his people's homes all the time. You can also accept clients at home, ri-right?"
"Yeah, but not rich looking dudes from out of town," she replied "Somebody saw you, a, for this town at least, well-dressed dude nobody had ever seen in town come meet me, a new chick from out of town who joined a month after Roach started getting paranoid about undercover cops, and alerted him."
"S-So?" he asked.
"So Roach and his goons are gonna be there in about eight minutes, and they're going to ask questions," she bluntly answered him before seating herself on the couch, right next to him. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, her face in her hands.
This shouldn't have happened. This was supposed to have been easy. She's a rookie on her first-ever undercover mission, this should've been a cakewalk.
Roach was no serious crimelord, no matter how intimidating he might've acted or looked, with all the various burns and scars on his body. A small town like this simply couldn't produce such a person. For all the years he and his "gang", if it could even be called that, had been active, he and his associates had only ever been tangentially linked to a couple of burglaries and
maybe
one murder.
He was nothing more than a pimp employing about twenty impoverished women as prostitutes. Nothing a trained cop would normally be scared of, with even the local police's decision to put him behind the bars for good having more to do with the dangerousness of some of the people who used his prostitutes, than his own.
In addition to all of that, they had a mole in his inner circle. The person who wrote Marlene the text message which sent her heart beating and her phone to the floor was a relative of Roach's who chose to avoid a three-year prison term blemishing his otherwise perfect legal record, agreeing to cooperate with the police instead.
It should've been so easy...
And yet, it all went to hell.
Two weeks ago, their mole had informed them that someone had informed Roach about
them.
