"Animal Kingdom" (closed)

[CarlyConners]

"Animal Kingdom"

(closed to Fauxnication)​

Matilda Gilmore checked her watch. 11:57pm. Go time. On the other side of town, right now, this very moment, The Boys were about to drive a stolen, fully loaded dump truck through the back wall of the Jacobsen Jewelry Exchange. By midnight -- just 3 minutes later -- they'd be fleeing the scene with bags full of diamonds, gold coins, Rolex's, and more. The take couldn't be accurately estimated because of the Exchange's high turn over rate of valuables. But Matty's contact had guaranteed it to be at least $40,000 and possibly as much as $750,000. If the latter, it would be their biggest pay day to date!

A second stolen vehicle, then a third would get the Boys to the harbor. There, the family's Zodiac was waiting, tied out of sight under a seldom used dock. Thirty minutes south along the Pacific Ocean shore and the Boys would shoot the Zodiac up onto the sand right out in front of their beach front home.

As far as jobs went, it was a rather average smash and grab. There had been both easier and harder heists over the three and half decades of Matty's criminal career. Her career had evolved over that time, as had she. She'd gotten into this career after meeting Paul Gilmore, her future husband and father of 6 of her 7 children. She'd been just 13 -- a third his age! -- when she'd given him her virginity. On a blanket, on the beach, under a moon full just as it was tonight. Just a quarter mile south of the very beach upon which Matty and her family now lived.

Two months later, the pair of them held up a liquor store together. And Matty was hooked. They pulled more than three dozen jobs together over the next 18 months. Then, Matty got pregnant. She was barely 15. Paul was very much the responsible family man type, despite his career as a thief. He brought Matty's direct participation to an end. She continued on as a scout and look out, but she no longer got her hands dirty.

But Matty couldn't just sit back and watched the crew operate. And despite an increasing number of jobs with increasingly larger takes, they didn't seem to be getting anywhere financially. Much of their loot -- jewelry, guns, furs, and more -- was difficult to move without garnering unwanted attention. Matty spent her time finding reliable fences to turn their loot into cash. Suddenly, they were flush with cash.

Still, so much unexplainable cash was a problem. So, Matty began buying properties and leasing businesses through which they could launder that cash. She bought a laundromat. Cash business. Then a video game arcade. Again, cash business. She bought a run down apartment complex, then another, then a third. They were occupied mostly by the kind of people who paid all their bills in cash, which made if easy for Matty to launder her and Paul's cash as well.

Matty found a lawyer who didn't ask too many questions. She incorporated the family's holdings. Suddenly, after more than a decade of having shown no income to the government, Paul and Matty were upstanding, tax paying citizens. They were paying property insurance, Workers Compensation, corporate taxes, and more. Their children -- who were one by one joining the crew -- were listed as maintenance personnel and other positions within Gilmore Family Enterprises. Still in just their teens, they were each earning upwards of $50,000 a year in cash, bonds, and company stock.

Matty had never imagined that she would have it this good. But, as sometimes happens, people change. The relationship between the two had began to sour. Paul was increasingly more anxious to pull off jobs. He rushed one, then another. The first almost got him arrested, while the second almost got him killed. He was bringing unwanted attention to the family.

Paul was also becoming abusive, both verbally and physically. He'd begun drinking. Then snorting cocaine. Then injecting heroine. Then swallowing pills. Something had to change. Matty was becoming concerned for her children.

That all ended when Paul was gunned down while robbing a check cashing business. Matty had been the one who scouted and prepped the job. Some secretly questioned whether or not Matty had set Paul up for failure. But, only secretly: no one came right out and asked because, for the most part, every one knew Paul had to go if his family and his crew were going to survive.

Matty's Boys had been slowly but surely replacing non-family members as the crew. By the time of Paul's death, they were ready to operate without him. So, they carried on without him. Matty was in charge: there had never been question about that! She found the jobs. She and the Boys scouted and prepped the jobs. The Boys pulled them off. Then Matty laundered the proceeds.

Matty looked up from the hors devours she was preparing toward the distant beach where her Boys would be arriving in an hour or so. The Gilmore Compound, as many called it, sat just 50 yards from the high tide marker. The west facing wall of the living room was actually floor-to-ceiling, sliding glass panels that could be turned 90 degrees like giant louvers to open the home to the deck and pool. And beyond the deck, pool, and yard was the wrought iron fence through which Matty could see the surf pounding the beach under the light of the full moon.

Surfers cut across the waves within Matty's view. They didn't care that it was midnight. They surfed by the tide, not by the clock. Matty smiled. Her boys, they loved to surf. Almost as much as they loved to take down jobs.

"Any news?" a female voice asked, startling Matty from her reverie. When the family's matriarch looked to her only daughter, Selena asked with a concern tone, "People are already asking where the Boys are."

Matty looked about the house. Go Night always featured an open doors party. Anyone who wanted to come could. And often, anyone who even considered it did! There had to be at least 60 people here already. There'd be double that, maybe triple as the neighborhood bars got close to last call. Matty had ordered a keg of a nationally popular lite beer and a second of a locally brewed, dark IPA. They'd begun the night with two cases of assorted hard liquors. A stack of pizza boxes had been distributed all about the property and had been recently replaced with a second stack that was only now being pulled this way and that.

The guests were drinking and smoking and swimming and making out and groping and even fucking and sucking without any sense of hesitation or modesty. All the things people like to do at a wild party. There was nothing new here for Matty. Some unknown faces maybe. Some unfamiliar bodies.

The party's purpose was to provide an alibi for the Boys should one or more of them get fingered later on. Each of them had been here earlier as the first guests began arriving. They made their presence well known to as many of the others as possible. Then, one by one, they faded out to begin their participation in the job. They would fade back in just as inconspicuously in an hour or so. None of the intoxicated partiers were going to remember whether or not the Boys had been here the entire time.

"Take these, honey," Matty said as she pulled a baggie full of joints from a drawer. "Pass'em out to some of the regulars. Drop the Boys' names. Make it sound like you just got'em from your brothers. Okay, honey?"

"Sure," Selena said softly. She knew her mother was trying to create chatter about the eldest of her brothers. It was a typical task for Selena at Go Night parties. She would tell tall tales of something this brother or that had just done, hoping the story would be passed about to others. In the end, anyone who was questioned would think they'd seen the Boys at the party off and on all night long, as opposed to just at the event's beginning and end. Concerning the only brother who wasn't participating in the heist, Selena asked, "Have you seen Austin?"

Matty smiled and nodded her head off toward a far corner of the massive living area. Her youngest son -- barely 18 and still in high school -- was sitting in the corner of a couch. A scantily clad, bosomy woman hovered over him. She was at least four years senior to him. It was obvious to Matty that the flirt was trying to get Austin to find a more private place to be together.

Most of the women here knew that there was a lot to be gained by befriending a Gilmore Boy. They were a great source of pot, pills, coke, and even cash. Many of the women at this particular party had done one or more of the brothers. Sometimes more than one at a time.

"Go see if your brother needs rescue, will you, honey?"

"Sure," Selena said, heading his way.

Matty only smiled and went back to her treats. She took the tray to a table and set it out. Within a minute, it was empty, causing her to just laugh. She loved watching people have fun. After all, life was supposed to be fun, wasn't it? That was why the Gilmore Family did what they did: to pay for the fun.

Across the room, Selena caught Austin's eye when she was just a few steps away. The woman looked up, and her smile faded. It was well known through the regular crowd that Matty still considered Austin her baby, despite his adult age. The woman smiled weakly, then sat back a bit from the boy, waiting to see whether his 26 year old sister would chastise her or ignore her.

"Matty wanted me to remind you about that thing," Selena told her brother.

The very vague statement was the family's code phrase for if you need to get the hell out of here, you can say you have to take care of that 'thing'. She gave the woman a sharp look, then turned away and disappeared into the crowd. Selena knew that if Austin wanted to escape the predator, he could now without appearing as if he was trying to flee. Then again, if he wanted to get laid, all he had to do was remind the woman that he had a bedroom just thirty feet down the hall.

 

[CarlyConners]

North end of the city
11:50pm:

The side door of the Jacobsen Jewelry Exchange opened, right on schedule. The security guard appeared to be stepping out for a smoke. But then, after looking about for prying eyes, he made his way casually to an older cargo van parked in the dark shadows of two adjacent buildings. The side door slid open, revealing a nearly naked woman crouched on a mattress. He entered, and soon enough, the gentle rocking of the vehicle confirmed just what was happening inside.

"What's Cali costing us?" Paul Gilmore asked, watching the activity through a pair of high powered night vision binoculars.

"Five hundred dollars a pop," his brother Carter responded. "Three grand total, plus five more if she gets the job done."

By gets the job done, Carter meant take the security guard out of action for the rest of the evening. Cali wasn't a member of the Gilmore Crew, but she did play a role in jobs when asked. Her role in the Exchange heist had been to casually make the acquaintance of the security guard, make it obvious that she was attracted to him, then -- every Monday and Thursday night for the past six weeks -- lure him out to the van to finish off a pint bottle of tequila, then fuck.

Tonight, Cali would add a little to their romp. An inconspicuously placed patch of anesthetic on the guard's buttocks would knock him out for a couple of hours. Carter smiled wondering whether the drug would hit him before or after he'd gotten his rocks off.

"They still going at it?" Carter asked.

"Van's still rocking," Paul answered.

Carter reviewed the job in his mind for the thousandth time. It was just a smash and grab. Sort of. They wouldn't be knocking out a store's glass and grabbing merchandise from a window display. Instead, he and his younger brother would drive the fully loaded dump truck through the back wall of the exchange, opening it for business in a way the owners likely never contemplated.

He looked down the street to an SUV parked in the shade of a huge elm. Inside it were Steven and Josh...



Down the street:

"Relax, Josh," Steven said softly. "There's nothing to worry about."

The older Gilmore understood his younger brother's anxiety. Josh had played a part in half a dozen heists before this one. But this one was different. There was a serious potential for being caught. And while Matty had disagreed with it, Steven had insisted on the brothers being armed tonight. Josh had played an active part in half a dozen heists before this one. But he'd never been on one in which his brothers were packing. Which meant, obviously, that he'd never carried a weapon on a job.

"Just a walk in the park," Steven said. "So long as everyone does their job."

Steven's job had always been to put Matty's plan into action. Out here in the field, he was in charge. Off and on over the years, there'd been questions about why Steven was the lead.

First, he wasn't the oldest of the brothers. That honor went to Carter, who was 3 years senior to Steven. Second, he wasn't the most experienced of the brothers either. Not only was Carter older, but he had also started working jobs three years younger than Steven, giving him a total of six more years on the job.

Third, and strangest of all, despite being blood the Boys, Steven wasn't Matty's son. Her husband, Paul, had always had a yearning for young pussy. He'd knocked up a girl named Annie, who occasionally did work for the Gilmore Crew. Paul had, of course, supported Annie and Carter. When Annie overdosed on heroine, the then-six year old Carter came to live with Paul and Matty. The latter raised him like one of her own.

Carter had shown a natural talent for leadership. He was intelligent, sensible, and ingenious. When Paul died, Matty didn't hesitate to put her adopted son in charge of the next job. There had been push back. But when the heist went off flawlessly and the brothers were told their cut would be $11,000, questions about Carter's legitimacy as field leader came to a halt ... for the most part.

The radio in the center console clicked twice, catching the two brothers' attention. Carter pushed the button on the side once and waited. Three clicks followed. He looked to Josh and said with a smile, "Go time."

They pulled masks over their faces to go with the gloves, body armor, and black over clothes. Then, with night vision goggles down in place of the vehicle's headlights, they started rolling toward the target building. They were halfway there when a big mass of black shot out of an alley. The dump truck -- also without lights -- turned for the exchange and accelerated. Carter brought the SUV in behind it and accelerated...



In the dump truck:

The flashing of a laser light from the cargo van's interior had told Carter that the guard was unconscious. He and Paul had protected themselves from what was about to happen: mouth guards, safety glasses, hockey masks. They'd already been wearing body armor and gloves, of course. They'd also slipped hard foam pads between their bodies and the seat buckles. Last thing they needed was torso damage should the wall not give way as easily as expected.

They need not have worried, though. When the dump truck slammed into the back of the exchange, the cinder block wall exploded before them. A dust cloud filled the air around them. Paul's buckle jammed, but Carter quickly sliced it free with a knife. The two of them dropped out of the high riding truck just as the other two Gilmores leaped out of the nearby SUV.

"Three minutes!" Carter hollered. "Grab what you can and we're out of here."

The heist went just as expected. Carter stood watch as the other three used both hands to rapidly fill canvas bags hanging before their torsos.

"One minute!" Carter called checking his watch. A bit later, he warned even louder, "Thirty seconds!"

Carter scanned the neighborhood for respondents to the heist. There was no one. One of the beauties of this job was the neighborhood. The backside of the exchange looked out on mostly daytime-only businesses and abandoned buildings. On the store front side of the exchange were a bar and a strip club, both likely full of patrons even on a Thursday night. But no one inside or just outside of them was going to see the activity inside the exchange.

"Time!" Carter hollered.

There was so much more loot to be taken. But they were a well disciplined team. The moment Carter called out, the other three were rushing for the hole in the building. Greedy people eventually ended up behind bars. A moment later, with Carter already behind the wheel, the SUV was shooting away from the scene. He looked to the brother with the trigger and said, "Do it."

There was a flash in the rear view mirror but Carter didn't pay it much more attention. The incendiary device in the dump truck's cab would ultimately lead to the near total destruction of the vehicle. More importantly, it would lead to a total loss of any potential DNA left behind by Carter or Paul.

They transferred vehicles a few minutes later. Then they abandoned that one for the Zodiac. The ocean beyond the breaking surf was smooth as glass, so the ride south was quick and smooth. As they'd been skimming over the surface, the brothers had been stuffing their loot into a water proof case that had been awaiting them in the boat. Just short of the beach near home, they slowed and stopped at a crab pot buoy. They attached a cable on the case to the buoy, then tossed the case overboard. It sank forty feet to the bottom of the Pacific. It would remain there until Matty told the Boys to pull it up.

Five minutes later, the Zodiac shot up onto the sand with enough speed to entirely beach it. The Gilmore boys unloaded and hurried through the dark to the side entrance of the Compound. There was no party access to this side of the house. Without their arrival being seen, they were able to slip inside to their rooms, clean up, change into more appropriate clothes, and wander one by one out into the party as if they'd been there the whole time.

 

[Fauxnication]

At the Gilmore family compound:

"Matty wanted me to remind you about that thing," Selena told Austin, giving him a knowing look before turning around and heading back toward the party.

That thing? Really? Austin was at a perfect age, barely legal and swimming in pussy thanks to his family's...connections. He couldn't imagine a time where he would ever exercise the "that thing" option, and it certainly wouldn't be now.

"What's that thing?" the young woman asked, leaning down toward Austin and showing off more of her cleavage, even though there wasn't much that her string bikini top wasn't covering.

"Don't worry about it," Austin said dismissively. "Let's go to my room down the hall and we can discuss some other things." His lips curled upward into a wicked grin, and he gave her a light smack on the ass to signal to get off his lap. While his brothers were engaging in their latest heist, Austin was ready to get down to his own business.

The woman allowed Austin to stand, and in turn, he took her hand and strode down the hallway with her toward his room.

In the SUV:

Josh examined the black 9mm pistol in his hand, heart pounding in his chest. Every heist to this point -- even the small hold-up of a convenience store, his first -- scared him.

He was 22 and nearing the prime of his life. In any other family, he would've been encouraged to go to college and prepare for a life in the 'real world.' In this family, though, he was thrust into the darkest stretches of the real world -- drugs, sex, crime. Any misstep by him or any of his brothers would lead to his life changing forever for the worst, just like it had for his father that day at the check cashing business.

Steven's insistence that the brothers carry weapons for this job gave him all the more reason to question what he was doing here. The risk was greater than ever, which elevated his nervousness, while at the same time heightening his focus. They had to be razor-sharp to pull this off.

In an effort to get him ready for his first armed job, Carter and Paul took Josh to a shooting range over the previous couple of weeks to get him more comfortable with shooting, if the need arose.

Josh just hoped it wasn't necessary.

"Go time."

Those two words snapped Josh back to the present, and he pushed every concern out of his mind for the next few minutes. Perfection was a requirement, and he needed every fiber of his being to get focused on the task.

The SUV followed the truck through the new hole in the back wall of the exchange, and Josh jumped out and headed toward the display case to his right. He grabbed everything that came in contact with his fingers, tossing the items into his canvas bag.

Three minutes felt more like 30, and at the call of time, Josh hustled back to the scene, recklessly throwing his body and the bag into the backseat as Carter sped away.

A few moments later, as they rode through the Pacific on the Zodiac, Josh took his first sigh of relief and felt his mind clear. This job was an absolute success in his mind; no one got caught and brought down the Gilmore empire.

Of course, that feeling that had bothered Josh prior to the heist creeped back into his mind. How much longer did he want to be a part of this empire?

Back at the house:

Josh popped open a beer and sat at the kitchen table, mindlessly picking at the latest batch of Matty's treats. He was deep in thought, still wondering what his next step would be.

He was interrupted by a topless Austin walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator. His face was glowing and he smiled down at his older brother.

"Everything went alright tonight, it looks like," Austin commented. "You look kinda down, though...if you need a pick-me-up, she's in my room."

"Nah, I'm alright...thanks," Josh replied, almost sarcastically.

Austin simply shrugged his shoulders, turned and walked back toward his room. "Can't say I didn't offer," his voice called out after he was out of Josh's sight.

 

[CarlyConners]

Matty made her way through the party to met with each one of her sons following their return. Watching her, you would have thought she was just a normal every day mom showing love and concern for her children. She hugged each of them, kissed their cheeks, asked how they were doing, told them to have fun, and moved on. You would never have known that she was the matriarch of a criminal enterprise.

Once she'd met each of them and knew all was well, Matty went to bed. Many people wouldn't be able to sleep after such an event. Yet she was sound asleep almost the moment her head hit the pillow.



The next morning:

The light spilling in on her face awoke Matty. She showered, donned a comfortable pair of pajamas, and went out to the kitchen to begin cooking a gigantic breakfast. The first of the pancakes, bacon, sausages, and scrambled eggs were just coming off the griddle as the cleaning crew began arriving. There would ultimately be ten women, all tenants of one of Matty's low income apartment complexes. Some brought their pre-school aged children with them.

They all dug into the still growing meal, chatting about life and laughing at the shared stories. After they'd had their fill of the free breakfast, the crew went to work. One of the younger women watched the kids as they played in a playground in the yard's far corner. It was fenced off from the potential dangers of the pool. Matty may have been the matriarch of a crime family, but when it came to children, she was all about safety and responsibility.

The crew was very nearly done when the first of Matty's children wandered out. She smiled, asking, "What can I get you, Josh honey? Your favorite? Maybe an omelet? I have all the fixings."

They chatted as she prepared him a plate. They kept the conversation casual while there were others present. As the women returned the cleaning supplies to the garage, Matty put together some very generous to go meals for the women to take home with them. She hugged each woman as they exchanged their farewells. And with each, she pressed a folded hundred dollar bill into their palm. It was far more than a hired professional cleaning crew would have cost Matty. But the overpayment served as a down payment on a future favor Matty might one day ask of the women, a request from which a random cleaning company person would likely shrink away.

"Steven tells me you did very well last night," Matty said after she and Josh were finally alone.

Before he responded, Matty pointed a finger toward the ceiling. He knew what the gesture meant, of course. The family never discussed jobs after a party or other event at which an undercover cop or police informant may be in attendance. The family wasn't unknown to Law Enforcement. What the family was, though, was always under suspicion. They'd sweep the entire house for bugs once the rest of the boys were up. But for now, they'd just talk vaguely.

"He said you seemed a bit nervous, though," Matty went on. "You know ... with your present."

The present about which Matty was talking was the 9mm Glock she'd given Josh after his first job. He'd been training with it at a range in the east of the county. But last night had been the first time he'd carried it on a job.

They chatted for a half hour or so, about this and that: surfing, girls, his wrecked bike and the possibilities of buying a new one. Matty was eager to see him get back to school, perhaps the local community college, so she inquired about that, too.

After a while, Carter came plodding out from the hallway. His eyes were barely open and he looked ready to fall over at any moment. Too much partying and not enough rest. When she'd looked into his room after her shower, there had been three women passed out with him in his bed. Typical for Carter. He stuffed a couple of sausages into his mouth, kissed Matty on the cheek, ruffled his little brother's hair, and then disappeared into the hallway. Not a word escaped his mouth.

"Let's go out onto the deck, honey," Matty said. "Grab your glass. It's gonna be warm today, so ... keep hydrated."

She took his hand, making it clear that it had been more of an order than an invitation. She pressed a button on the wall and the massive glass panels opened again. A breeze just slightly warmer than the air conditioned interior rushed over them as Matty led Josh outside onto the deck...



Selena had been the second Gilmore to surrender to the night. And she'd been the second to be up and about, too. She didn't party, not in the way her siblings did. As a 12 year old, she'd nearly overdosed on heroine. Her father had been a bit upset about the incident, needless to say. He and his crew had tracked down the man who'd supplied the dope. The man was duct taped to a chair, and while his fellow drug dealing scum watched, Paul beat the man to death with the leg of a second chair. Of course, Selena didn't know all that. She only knew that from that point onward, no one from that dark world would get near her, let alone sell her drugs. Didn't matter much anyway. One overdose had been enough for her. She had stayed away from drugs and even alcohol since then and didn't miss it at all.

"I hear you did great last night," Selena said as she was emerging topless from the pool. She showed no concern about her breasts being on full display to her little brother. "Congratulations."

"Good morning, Selena honey," Matty said with a casual tone. She and her daughter met, kissing cheeks. Matty looked back to her son to see his reaction to his sister's nudity, then looked back to Selena. She suggested, "Why don't you go find the rest of your bikini, okay honey?"

"Sure, momma," Selena said, her gaze set firmly on Josh. As she passed by him, she let her gaze drop to his groin. Her lips spread as she passed by him. She said with a suggestive tone, "See you soon, bro'."

She didn't look back as she departed. But Selena was dying to know how Josh was reacting to what he'd seen. Like Steven, Selena was only a half-sibling to Carter, Peter, Josh, and Austin. Unlike Steven, she shared Matty as a parent with the four, not Paul. Her conception had seemed like something right out of a Soap Opera. Paul had been trying to get close to a Mexican drug lord; the drug lord had expressed his hots for Matty, then 23 years old; so the couple agreed that it would be in their best interest if Matty let the man find some pleasure between her parted thighs. Who could have known that this would be the one time in her life when a condom would break on Matty?

When she realized she was pregnant but couldn't be sure who the father was, Matty wouldn't even discuss abortion. She and Paul had recently adopted his child, Steven. If Matty's next child popped out looking a bit darker than Paul's Northern European heritage, then so be it. And, of course, Selena did just that.

Of course, it wasn't the 26 year old's parentage that was the most shocking thing about her relationship with the other Gilmores. Since her late teens, Selena had been not-so-secretly spending time on her knees between the knees of her oldest three brothers! Her reason for sucking Carter's cock was different that the reason for sucking Steven's, as it was for sucking Peter's, too.

She hadn't begun having sex with the younger two siblings. But it was only a matter of time. Matty encouraged such behavior. It was seen as sort of an occupational benefit, like health care or paid vacation. When the Boys did well, Selena opened her mouth or pussy to them. And when they seemed reluctant to participate in a job Matty thought should be the next family event, same thing.

As she headed for her room, Selena couldn't know that the Gilmore crew's next job was going to be a problem for Josh. Nor could she know that her mother would be encouraging her to entice a fourth brother to tow the line ... from her knees.

 

[Fauxnication]

Josh headed out of his room the next morning, feeling especially hungry. He rarely ate before jobs, and he didn't consume anything following the previous night's heist. It was stress-related.

Speaking of stress, he made the decision while tossing and turning in his bed the night before that he had to talk to Matty about things -- these jobs, his nerves, his future. He was really on the brink of asking her for help with moving on with his life, starting anew.

Josh eagerly accepted Matty's offer to make him bacon and eggs, a breakfast staple for as long as he could remember. He downed a few crispy strips and the scrambled eggs while casually conversing with his mother. But once the cleaning crew left, the conversation changed.

"Steven tells me you did very well last night."

He followed her finger up toward the ceiling, a reminder of the life he lived. He could never be too sure that anything said or done within the four walls of this house stayed within these walls.

"Thanks," Josh replied, his gaze shifting a bit away from his mother.

"He said you seemed a bit nervous, though, you know...with your present."

Josh didn't really reply to that, instead steering the conversation back to more comfortable topics. When Matty suggested they leave the compound to take a brief walk, Josh nearly leapt to his feet, eager to get these feelings off his chest.

"Matty..." Josh began as he and his mother stood out on the deck, both of them looking out toward the ocean. "I don't know if I want to do this anymore. It's, you know, too much for me. I don't eat on Go Nights, I rarely sleep...I really just want a normal life."

Before she could utter a response, he quickly added, "Please don't think that I'm trying to get away from you or the guys. I just think I'd be better off without...all of this."

Matty seemed to take this all in, but really didn't offer much of a response, which left Josh a little bit on edge.

It was then that Selena emerged topless from the pool, easily obtaining Josh's attention. The fact that they were biologically half-siblings helped dissipate Josh's guilt for feeling any attraction toward her. Plus he knew she was blowing his older brothers, at the very least, so if they were OK with it, he felt as if it would be OK if he engaged...if the opportunity ever arose.

That seductive look in her eyes with the teasing smile let Josh know that maybe his time would be coming soon.

Of course, he was in the dark as to why.

 

[CarlyConners]

Matty waited until Selena had concluded her sexy, hip-swaying walk deeper into the house before taking Josh by the hand and turning him for the beach gate.

"Let's walk, Josh honey," she said. "Down to the beach ... a bit of breeze ... a bit of sun ... and we can talk about this."

The Gilmore children did what they did because the wanted to do it, not because their mother made them do it. That had been a Gilmore Family rule as long as there had been a Gilmore Family. Matty stressed it repeatedly, particularly just before they were about to contemplate a new job. She'd been fortunate thus far that none of her children hadn't wanted to be part of the family business. Why wouldn't they? It was a very, part time job but with very full time pay and benefits. In even the worst year, each of her children had pulled down more than $30,000 cash, plus they had full dental and building stock and bond portfolios. How many teenagers could say they made that kind of money just by breaking some glass and collecting a few odds and ends that didn't belong to them?

"Before we talk about you, Josh honey," Matty said as they crossed the paved public bike path that ran along the beach side of the Compound's west fence line, "I want to ask you about Austin first."

Before they stepped into the dry sand of the upper beach, she rested her weight on her son to remove her sandals. She showed no concern about the fact that she was still wearing her pajamas. They were a familiar sight around both the Compound and this portion of the beach. Legally, this area was a private part of the Compound property, all the way down to the high water mark. But Matty had never enforced her right to keep it free of others. She liked looking out on the surfers. And her children liked looking out on the scantily clad sunbathers. So, what the hell, right?

"September, Austin starts community college," she went on, seemingly having forgotten all about Josh's declaration that he wanted out. "Maybe University of California to get his Bachelors. I don't know if he's made up his mind yet. He wants to do something big ... something important. Maybe law school? Maybe he'll get his MBA and take over running GFE. Replace that expensive paper pusher we've got now."

She laughed and squeezed Josh's elbow. Matty didn't like parceling out family business to people who weren't family. Even though Gilmore Family Enterprises was totally legal on paper, it wouldn't have taken but a first year accounting student to realize that the numbers didn't add up and that the corporation was just a money laundering machine for the crew's criminal activities.

"He's gonna make a lot of money someday," Matty continued. This was where she hinted without hinting at what Josh faced by leaving the crew. "But in the meantime, his allowance and the actual paid work he's doing for GFE ... well ... honey, it's not much. I'm concerned."

Matty was pretty sure that her sons talked between one another about such things as money. Particularly her two youngest, Josh and Austin, who were just short of 2 years apart in age. They were very different boys in some ways but very much the same in others. One of the differences between them was obviously how they made their money and how much of it they had. Like his other brothers, Josh had netted $48,000 last year in illicit payments from GFE. And that had been from just eight jobs.

At the same time, though, Austin, had been working 30-40 a week for GFE, a real job. Because he was family, Matty made sure her youngest made more than minimum wage. Yet he'd still netted less than $20,000 in that same time. Matty had no idea how much either of the boys had put aside for a rainy day, but there was little doubt that Josh would be able to save more doing jobs than sweeping empty apartments or repairing dry wall like his little brother had been since his early teens.

Matty turned Josh to face her, reaching up to remove a piece of surf grass that had blown up to stick in his hair. She brushed a hand over his cheek in a very motherly way.

"Tell me, Josh honey," she went on. "I'm sure Austin talks to you about things he doesn't want to talk to his mommy about. Is he ... you know ... is he happy, honey? Is he making it without a take?"

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly was fighting her tank top, having accidentally put an arm through the neck hole. She looked up to find a young a man standing in the door way of the guest bedroom.

"Oh!" she squeaked out in surprise. She quickly adjusted the top to hide a wayward breast, then pulled the hem down to hide more of the tight fitting cotton panties. That, she realized when she glanced downward, only emphasized the firm curvature of her breasts and their ever-hard nipples, though. So she relaxed the grip on the cloth. Her face exploded in a fiery blush.

She studied the young man before her for a moment. By his age and the fact that he seemed to belong here in the compound, Carly said, "You must be Austin."

She stuck a hand out toward him, continuing, "I'm Carly."

He didn't seem to recognize the name. "Carly. Your cousin. Millie's daughter. Millie ... your aunt. Madeline's sister."

Carly couldn't know how much Matty had told her sons and daughter about their Aunt Millie and their cousin Carly. She certainly couldn't know that none of them knew anything about her. At ... all!

The ten years older Millie had been estranged from her sister since Matty was a teen. It had been Matty's involvement with Paul Gilmore that had driven a wedge between the two. Millie had never understood her sister's infatuation with that no good criminal. She tried to save her sister on many an occasion. But Matty hadn't wanted saving. She had been very happy with her wild and crazy life in those early years.

With the birth of each of Matty's children, it had appeared as if the two might reconcile. Millie would come to the hospital to see the new baby and ooh and awww. But each time Millie would pressured her younger sister to leave Paul. And each time Matty would beg her older sister to accept her life with Paul as the way things were going to be.

Ironically, Millie would fall into very much the same situation as Matty had been in for years. After her long marriage failed and a car accident put her in the hospital, Millie found herself addicted to pain killers. She overdosed on Fentanyl-laced heroine just a few days after her daughter's 18th birthday.

And now, here Carly was, standing in her Aunt Matty's house for the first time ever. Oh, the Gilmore family might not have known about Carly, but Carly knew about them. After Paul's death -- when she no longer had to worry about being asked to leave the bastard -- Matty had been dropping in on Millie and Carly twice a month. She always arrived with a couple of bags of groceries, knowing that the cupboards would be bare. The three would visit for a couple of hours or so, then part again. Before she would leave, though, Matty would give her niece a big hug, during which she would press a wad of twenties into her hand. She'd trusted the girl to use the money wisely, far more than she'd trusted her now-drug addicted sister to do the same.

Returning to Carly's apartment after Millie's poorly attended funeral, Matty told her niece, "Pack your things, honey. You're coming home with me."

Carly almost immediately burst out into tears. For so long she'd wanted something different in her life, but she'd had no idea what it was. Matty's invitation made immediate and undeniable sense. She hurried into her Aunt's arms and cried into her blouse for ... well, a long time.

"There's nothing here I want," Carly said when the tears finally ended. She snatched up the cell phone her Aunt had bought her months earlier, took one more look around the apartment, and said, "I'm good. Let's go."

Carly had been at the compound for the party, invited by Matty to come out and join in the fun. But she'd remained behind the locked door, listening and contemplating the life ahead of her. Her mother had told her that the Gilmores were criminals. But Carly had never known how much of what her mother told her was real and how much of it was anger aimed at Paul.

At some point, with tissues stuffed down into her ear canals, Carly had fallen asleep. She'd awoken to a silent house and wandered out into the hallway just as a topless woman entered it. She introduced herself as Selena, and they two spend a couple of minutes getting acquainted. After she'd ventured to the kitchen to fill a platter with food, Carly had returned to her room to shower.

And here she was now, staring at a baffled looking relative who she wished wasn't one.

He was just too fucking cute to be a cousin!

 

[Fauxnication]

Josh walked barefoot in the warm sand alongside his mother. His brown eyes peered out toward the ocean, taking in the breathtaking view of the sun and the water on this morning. There was a brief silence between them before she began to talk about his younger brother.

He had gotten the vibe from Matty that she was not enthused about having her baby boy be part of her criminal enterprise; she had pushed him to get good grades in school and to go to college so he could actually be something...something legitimate.

Matty discussed the substantial earnings gap between Josh and Austin, and with no formal education outside of a high school diploma -- and very few legal job skills -- Josh quickly deduced that it would be tough to have to start at square one and build himself up to be employable, while bringing in the money he was making now.

"Well," Josh began. "I think he's doing OK without a take...for now, anyway," he continued, referring to Austin. "What I don't know is if he'll be OK when he gets to his mid-20s and isn't making what the rest of us are.

"He's a smart kid, and I think when he really puts two and two together, college is going to be far from his mind."

College was definitely far from Austin's mind as he woke up, rolled out of bed and stretched, leaving his 'friend' from the night before still sleeping away. He was definitely developing an appetite for older women, just as they were having fun 'having fun' with a young man who had all kinds of hookups.

He walked down the hall to use the restroom when he got startled by the figure in the guest bedroom. Certainly not expecting to see anyone in there, he stopped and studied her. Attractive, yes, but who was she? Josh was certainly in no mood for sex last night after turning down Austin's proposition, and he remembered his other brothers being occupied with either other women or drugs, so she probably was not with them either.

She had a great body, though, and a bit of a clumsiness that Austin found somewhat humorous. As the woman adjusted herself, he could see her hard nipples nearly protruding through her light tanktop. And, as an 18-year-old guy would typically react, Austin found himself sporting a noticeable bulge in his gym shorts.

"You must be Austin." Huh? How...

"I'm Carly." Who?

"Carly. Your cousin."

Well, this got awkward.

Matty never told Austin about a cousin named Carly. Did his brothers know? Who was Aunt Millie? He was starting to wonder if he had taken some weird shit the night before because none of this made any sense to him.

"Oh...well, uh, nice to meet you," a flustered Austin said, still standing in the doorway of the guest bedroom. He wiped the sleep out of his green eyes and ran a hand back through his shaggy, light brown hair. If this girl didn't just say she was his cousin, he would've already been trying to talk her out of her panties.

But she did...and for some reason, the thought of doing just that still sat with him.

"So wait, were you here last night?" Austin asked, trying to piece everything together.

 

[CarlyConners]

On the beach:

"Well," Josh began. "I think he's doing OK without a take...for now, anyway,"

Matty continued to grip her son's elbow as they walked through the sand. A casual observer may have concluded that the pair were talking exclusively about Austin. But the two of them were talking without talking more about Josh than his younger brother. They knew that: they just weren't going to say it out loud.

She shifted the conversation to other topics for nearly an hour. They walked down the beach, out to the surf, through the waves back the other direction, and finally back up to the bike walk at which they'd begun their trek.

"I'm so sorry, honey," she said as they crossed back toward the house. Her tone was casual, as if she'd only just now remembered that they'd come out here to talk about Josh's future. "You wanted to talk to me about something...?"


In the house:

"Oh...well, uh, nice to meet you," a flustered Austin said.

Austin took a moment to wipe the sleep from his eyes. Carly took the opportunity to glance down his body. Fuck! The groin of his gym shorts was sticking outward, the obvious signs of a stiff cock. Again Carly blushed a deep red. Was that for her? He was her cousin. She'd told him she was his cousin. Why was he developing an erection for her? Later, Carly would remember that she, too, had had an immediate thought about how cute the other was.

"So wait, were you here last night?" Austin asked.

Carly giggled. "Yeah, but ... I was in here. I wasn't in a mood for a party."

She contemplated telling Austin about her mother's recent death, but it didn't seem the right moment ... not with her standing there in little more than her underwear and him standing there ... well ... like that.

"I should get dressed," Carly said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder toward the bathroom as she added, "And shower. Shower, then dress I mean."

She giggled and blushed yet a third time. She asked if they could visit later. They made their farewells, for now, and Carly retreated to the bathroom. She chastised herself for her inappropriate thoughts about her cousin. You just didn't have thoughts about having sex with a blood relative. And you certainly didn't have thoughts about losing your virginity to a blood relative.

Carly had had a great many opportunities to lose her virginity during her teenage years. A lot of boys from school had let her know they wanted her. Almost as many men from the neighborhood had, too. Patrons from the coffee shop, even teachers from her school had flirted with her. They all wanted the same thing: to crack open the cute little naïve girl with the ever hard nipples and tight ass.

Her only sexual partner had been her best friend ... her female best friend. She and Kim had spent dozens of hours over this last spring break exploring one another's bodies. Carly's first orgasm ever -- even including her less than satisfying moments of masturbation -- had been at Kim's skilled touch. But neither of them had considered themselves a lesbian. It had just been for fun. For experience.

Carly very much wanted to experience the feel of a man inside her. Kim had had a vibrating dildo for their time together. She'd ordered it on her mother's Amazon Prime account. (Kim hadn't realized that her mother would receive a series of text messages on her cell phone: confirmation of the order, confirmation of shipping, confirmation of delivery, and even a follow up to ask if she was pleased with her product. Kim had been horrifically embarrassed. But her mother had just laughed, telling her, "At least it won't get you pregnant.")

Undressing to shower, Carly looked at herself in the mirror. She'd always been told she looked great. But she wasn't what all the boys wanted. At least, that was what Carly told herself. She was small and lacked curves. No. She had curves. But they were small curves. Undramatic. Or, maybe it was just the clothes she wore. Nothing tight. Nothing revealing. Nothing scanty. She had a bikini, but she rarely wore it without gym shorts and a crop top.

No one ever really saw Carly's body.

Well, except now for Austin. She blushed again, wondering whether he'd gotten a view of her tit when she'd been fighting her top. He had. She knew it. How embarrassing! The first boy to ever lay eyes on one of her womanly assets was her cousin. He must have been horrified when he learned he was looking at his cousin.

She turned to the right, then left. She picked up a hand mirror, turned, and looked at her backside. She smiled, then giggled. I do look good, don't I? Carly's problem with her body was about dimensions. It was all about long legs, full bosoms, and shapely butts these days. And Carly didn't have any of that. She was barely 5'2" with a figure of 32B-22-32. Tiny. Petite. Men didn't want a woman who was little more than a girl. Well, except for the perverts.

Then she remembered Austin's erection. She caressed a hand over a tight breast, then the other over her neatly trimmed mound. She imagined her cousin doing the same to her. And, again, blush. Stop this! She hopped into the shower just to wash. But Carly soon found herself anxiously fondling her clit. She fantasized to the image of her straddling her cousin in her new bed. It felt great. But ecstasy eluded her, so she gave in and finished cleaning herself for the day to come.

Carly had left her home without any clothes. Matty had provided some things her cousin, Selena, apparently didn't wear anymore. And there had been a closet full of clothes in the spare bedroom, now her bedroom. When Carly asked about their origin, Matty had laughed.

"Sometimes our guests forget things," her aunt had told her. When Matty lifted a tiny, sheer thong from a drawer, Matty again laughed. "Like I said..."

This morning, as she ventured out into the greater home, Carly wore an oversized tee shirt and a pair of gym shorts. Sandals flopped beneath her feet. She'd gone with what was comfortable: shape hiding clothes. But, underneath, she'd donned a sexy bikini that barely covered her features, just because she'd never had one like it before.

By the time she reached the kitchen, most of the family was present. Carly was overwhelmed at first. She knew Matty had many sons, but ... so many people! Matty took her niece by the hand and led her around the room, introducing her to Carter, Steven, Peter, and Josh. She'd already met the topless Selena and the excited Austin.

The men of the Gilmore family were so different from one another. They were brunette and blonde. They were built like football linebackers and center court tennis players. Their faces belonged on cologne advertisements and mug shots. How could they all be brothers?

"This is your home, Carly, and this is your family," Matty said with a welcoming tone. "We will make you welcome in anyway we can ... won't we?"

The reactions of her family members varied. Some responded with immediate enthusiasm. Some didn't. Even some of those that had seemed almost as if only feigning their delight with the new situation. Carly thought it was just the strangeness of suddenly having a previously unknown relative living under their roof.

In reality, the hesitation was about having an unknown suddenly entering the known ... and the known was a criminal organization that was, at all times, vulnerable to people outside that organization.

 

[Fauxnication]

On the beach:

"I'm so sorry, honey...you wanted to talk to me about something?"

Josh looked toward his mother. All this talk about Austin left him wondering if he'd be making the right decision to leave all of this behind. Matty had done a fine job of dousing him with the cold water of life without easy money.

Perhaps this wasn't the right time to bring up his wanting to walk away.

"Um, shit...I forgot what I wanted to tell you," Josh fibbed, looking away from Matty before walking ahead of her and through the back patio door to get inside the house.

 

[CarlyConners]

A few minutes earlier, down on the beach:

"Um, shit...I forgot what I wanted to tell you," Josh fibbed, looking away from Matty before walking ahead of her and through the back patio door to get inside the house.

"That's okay, honey," Matty told him with a light hug. She had to suppress her smile, feeling as though she'd scored a victory. She really did want all of her children to do what they wanted with their lives. She would just prefer that what they chose was what she'd been steering them towards even since they were children. "C'mon, honey, let's go see if everyone is up."



Now, in the house:

"This is your home, Carly, and this is your family," Matty said with a welcoming tone. "We will make you welcome in anyway we can ... won't we?"

Matty looked around to the faces of the others. Some of her children gave Carly a cheery welcome; others were noticeably hesitant. Despite their reaction, Matty knew what was going through the minds of each and every one of them: How do we operate with her here? Matty was sure that her now dead sister had warned Carly about who and what the Gilmore family was: crooks, druggies, alcoholics, maybe even murderers. (Sarah had never actually known any of her relatives to have murdered anyone, but she'd seen them commit acts of violence before, not on the job but just out of rage.)

After the introductions were finished and she made sure that everyone had gotten all the breakfast they wanted, Matty began working on the remaining post-party morning chores. She invited Carly to join her, wanting to both spend some more time with the newest resident and let her see some benevolence to counter any bad thoughts Carly might have about all the people she'd just met: they cleaned all of the leftovers into plastic containers; they grabbed a new box of plastic silverware from a pantry that was almost as big as Carly's bedroom; they fished out all of the excess quarts of milk, juice, and such that had been purchased specifically for this one breakfast; and they put it all in the back end of one of Matty's four cars.

Ten minutes later, in a downtrodden part of town that rivaled Carly's former residential neighborhood, the two women delivered the food to a pair of tenants of one of Matty's apartment buildings. The women were very thankful to the older of the two women but gave off an ashamed vibe at the sight of the young woman they'd never before met.

They left, and Carly soon found herself standing in the showroom of a motorcycle shop, staring at a row of scooters from which she was told to pick. She noticed that Matty obviously knew the sales manager well. As she watched, her aunt slipped the man a thick manila envelope. It was the perfect size to hold a lot of cash, like she used to see in those cop shows where people were making payoffs. Carly didn't understand, but she didn't ask.

"Our address is programmed into the Map App," Matty said, handing Carly a brand new smart phone. "I'm sure you can find your way home after you find your perfect ride, my little motor scooter mama."

They laughed together, hugged, and separated...



"I was listening to the news on my way back," Matty said as she walked slowly around the kitchen. The only people present were those who had participated in last night's heist's. As she circled, Matty handed each of them a manila envelope like the one from the cycle shop. These weren't quite as thick, though, containing only one strap each of $20 bills, thus $2,000 each. But there was also each boy's paycheck from GFE showing their legitimate claimed income for the month of another $5000 each. She continued, "The cops found each of the cars and connected them to the robbery ... but since they aren't knocking down our doors ... good job boys, I'm proud of you."

They chatted for a while about the job, then about other things. But Matty could sense there was one particular thing weighing heavy on their minds.

"She's family, and she needs us," she finally said. The conversation erupted in what ifs and why the hells. No one knew whether Carly could be trusted to know what the family had done in the past or might do in the future. When one of the boys asked if Matty was bringing Carly into the family business, she only waved their worries away, saying, "Go have fun with your money, boys. You deserve it."

As each of the boys went off to do what they wanted with their newfound wealth, Matty casted her glance at Josh, wondering whether having that kind of money in his hands might ward off his desires to find a more legal way of making a living.

 

[Fauxnication]

Josh sat in the kitchen, clutching one of the manila envelopes Matty had given out in his right hand. A $7,000 payday was extremely rare for guys his age, and guys his age would be silly to turn that down for a 'real' living. Right?

He went to his room and sat on his bed. He blew his chance at telling his mother exactly how he felt about all of this, and now it'd be incredibly stupid to bring this all up again.

Still conflicted, he opened the envelope and pulled five $20 bills out, then filed the rest away in the small safe he kept under his bed. Walking back through the house, he spotted Matty in the kitchen.

"I'm, uh, just going to hang out on the beach for a while. I probably won't be back for dinner," Josh said. He then pulled out his cash and showed it to his mother. "I have money on me, just in case I get hungry."

He left her with a weak smile, and headed out the back door and toward the calmness of the beach. Here, he could at least feel like himself, and not like some prop.

He found a nice spot on the sand and sat down, looking out onto the water and planning to stay right there to watch the sun set.

 

[CarlyConners]

Once they had their money, the boys -- and the girls, too -- scattered like dried leaves in a strong wind. The Gilmores were a tight family when preparing for or pulling a heist, but after the job was done they all went back to their individual, very different lives. Each had their own friends, their own hobbies, and their own vices.

Matty's post-heist routine kept her right here in the house. This place was her paradise. With the assistance of an architect for whom Paul had long been providing some of the best coke on the west coast, Matty had designed the house to be her dream home. Paul had been killed in a hit and run accident even as the interior was still being decorated. Following her husband's death, Matty had never felt so at ease any place in her life; and the estate had been home to the children for as long as some of them could remember.

Despite appearing to be busy with her tasks, Matty's mind was always at work contemplating the future of her family and their criminal enterprise. And despite having a new member living in the home -- someone outside the Gilmores' criminal activities -- it was Josh who was foremost in her thoughts at this time. He had talents vital to the next job that she, Carter, and Steven were already discussing. Not only that and despite not yet even realizing it, Josh was Matty's connection to a man who was vital to the success of the job. Matty needed Josh to remain an active part in the criminal enterprise...

.........................​

(OOC: Selena's pic below is just to remind you of what she looks like.)

"Hey," Selena said with a soft voice. "Want some company?"

She smiled down to Josh as he sat watching the sun touch the distant watery horizon. She saw his gaze flick for a moment to her body. She wasn't topless as she had been when he'd seen her ten hours earlier, but still she wasn't all that modestly dressed either. Her pert nipples thrust forward through the fabric of a skimpy bikini top that showed the round flesh of her firm C-cups above, below, and to the sides; and a tight pair of black yoga shorts fit her ass and hips like a second skin.

"Matty says you're contemplating quitting the crew," she said as she sat down close to Josh. She smelled of sweet soap and shampoo from her very recent shower. She asked with a calm not accusatory tone, "What's that all about?"

Selena had used her mother's given name rather than mom or madre as she sometimes did when she was being playful with Matty. Despite the Gilmore children all considering and treating one another as true blood siblings, they weren't all from both the same cock and pussy. Carter, Peter, Josh, and Austin were all Paul and Matty's children, of course; but Steven's mother had been some flirty little teenage tagalong who Paul had knocked up, and -- while she didn't know his true identity -- Selena's own father was some Mexican drug lord Matty had fucked on Paul's instructions in an attempt to get close enough to his operation to rip him off.

 

[Fauxnication]

Josh may have fallen asleep on the sand -- he had closed his eyes for a bit, but didn't know if he had actually dozed off. Regardless, he quickly came to upon hearing Selena's voice.

"Want some company?"

Josh quickly sat up, the loose particles of grainy sand falling off his shirt. "Sure," he said, returning his half-sister's warm smile with one of his own. He scooted a bit to his left, as if she didn't have an entire beach's worth of room to sit down beside him.

As Selena joined him, Josh couldn't help but look at her body. Her skimpy bikini top left very little to the imagination, but it wasn't like Josh hadn't seen her bare chest hours ago out by the pool. Her shorts were seemingly painted on, which Josh could certainly admire.

"Matty says you're contemplating quitting the crew. What's that all about?"

Normally, Josh would've been suspicious of Selena's question. But in this case, she was someone to talk to -- probably the best person he could talk to at this moment regarding his internal strife.

"I don't know, Selena...part of me knows I should probably stay in," he began. "But part of me wants to, you know, do something else with my life. I kinda just want to do my own thing and not live like...this," he added, not bothering to expand on what he meant like 'this.'

He was hoping she'd take the hint.

 

[CarlyConners]

"I get it," Selena said, leaning to press their shoulders together playfully. "It's not the life for every one."

Of course, Selena could only imagine what doing a job was like. The crew had often used her as a lookout or to use her body and flirty behavior to catch the attention of men -- or even women -- from whom they needed something. She'd often been the woman getting her pussy or mouth fucked to keep a security guard busy. They'd contemplated having Selena do the jewelry exchange guard, but it had been too risky: they knew that the guard's sex kitten would be suspected of being involved and would be questioned by the cops afterwards, so they'd hired Cali instead. No Gilmore had spoken with her via phone to eliminate an electronic connection, and they'd maintained distance from her since even before she began balling the guy. They wouldn't talk to her for another two months either, having the installments of her payoff delivered to her by one of Matty's tenants.

But she'd never be part of actually pulling off a job. Matty hadn't allowed it. She wasn't going to see one of her daughters go to jail if a heist went south. The boys could handle themselves in jail, but not her little girl. The things male Corrections Officers did to female prisoners ... Matty just wouldn't let Selena face something like that. Of course, Selena found it ironic that what her mother wouldn't let a CO do to her, she would allow Selena's own brothers to do to her.

"I kinda like it, though," Selena said. She looked to Josh, smiled wide, then looked off to the waves crashing on the beach. She said with a tone of awe, "The money. My God, Josh."

She looked to him and laughed. "I don't make what you guys do ... you know, 'cause you're taking all the risk. But where and how would I make this kind of money, right?"

Again, she playfully bumped shoulders with her brother, laughed again, and looked out at the sea. She laughed as a surfer lost it on a large wave and flew through the air to splash back into the Pacific. She looked back to her brother, studying him with an expression and a smirk that he would certainly recognize.

"And it means I get to hang out with you, Josh," she said, reaching a hand over brother's thigh. She let her caressing fingers find the bare skin of the back his leg just behind his knee, just below the reach of his beach shorts. She squeezed playfully at the firm leg muscles, letting her elbow press into his groin, right atop his cock. She leaned a bit closer and said quieter, "You like hanging out with me ... right?"

 

[Fauxnication]

Initially, Josh was relieved that Selena at least saw things from his perspective. It wasn't the life for everyone, as she had stated, and Josh was still unsure if it was for him.

As Selena brought up the money aspect, Josh let out an audible sigh. Selena, like Austin, wasn't pulling in the money that he and the other brothers were. Money could provide Josh a life he always dreamed of, but it was the risk of everything falling apart in a flash that greatly bothered him.

"I know, I know," he muttered, almost sounding like someone being reminded to do something for the hundredth time. "I just wish there was an easier way to do it," he added, as naïve as it sounded. Making the big bucks came with a substantial amount of risk, and he was very well aware of it.

Josh smiled back as Selena nudged him, and they shared a chuckle at that poor surfer's expense. But then he felt her looking at him, and when his eyes met her face, he instantly recognized the same dirty look she was giving him at the pool earlier. His heart leapt in his chest, and he immediately began to wonder if he was going to be the fourth Gilmore brother to fall under Selena's seduction.

Josh shivered as Selena's fingertips caressed his leg, and let out an "oomph!" as she pressed her elbow into his groin. Instinctively, his cock started to get hard, and all Josh could do was nod.

"Of course I enjoy hanging out with you," he replied, his voice giving off an uncomfortable vibe, but mostly because of the way Selena was leaning into him. "Why?" he asked, arching an eyebrow, playing stupid.

 

[CarlyConners]

Selena made no effort to make the elbow pressing against Josh's cock seem like an accident. In fact, as it swelled against her arm, she pressed it harder against the hardening appendage. She smiled.

"What have our brothers told you about me?" she asked vaguely, wondering whether or not he knew that she'd had sex with each of his older male siblings. She clarified just a tiny bit, "About me and them?"

 

[Fauxnication]

Josh grunted and shifted a bit in the sand as Selena dug her elbow into his crotch even more.

"Nothing," he replied. He may have been hesitant about staying in the life of crime, but he was no rat. Sure, the older guys had mentioned their acts with Selena in passing, and Josh had overheard plenty of their conversations, but he definitely would not come out and admit that.

"I heard you and Carter one night," Josh began, spinning his fib as best he could. "Well, I heard noises coming from his room, and then I saw you leave, and..."

He figured that'd be all he had to say.

 

[CarlyConners]

"Well, I heard noises coming from his room, and then I saw you leave, and..."

Selena cut him off with a hard, chastising expression, "And what? You thought we were fucking? That's sick, Josh!"

She held her expression, feigning disgust with him ... while all the time, her elbow was slowly moving about in his groin, pressuring his now rock hard cock.

 

[Fauxnication]

"You mean you weren't?" Josh squirmed under the force of Selena's elbow digging into his groin even harder. He grabbed her arm and moved it away. But while the discomfort was gone, the effect she had on him was still lingering, as the tent in his shorts was quite noticeable.

 

[CarlyConners]

Selena wrenched her wrist from Josh's hand with an annoyed expression. She slugged him in the chest, just hard enough to make him grunt but not enough to hurt him. She let him react, then reached out to rub the injury as she began laughing.

"Of course we were fucking, Josh," she said, not bothering to keep her volume down. She looked beyond him toward a couple walking on the boardwalk some forty yards away and spat at them, "Hey! This ain't your business! Move along."

Selena laughed again as they just glared and headed away. She looked back into Josh's eyes as, this time, she reached down to grasp his cock tightly and begin kneading it tightly.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Josh?" she asked with a bit less volume but not at all in a whisper. She looked about them: there were in a very public place, but there wasn't really anyone close enough and in a position to really see Selena's head in Josh's lap if he said yes. She looked back to him, saying, "Pull it out, bro ... I mean, if you want."

 

[Fauxnication]

"Oomph!"

Selena's fist hit Josh's chest with a thud.

"What the hell?!"

Josh ran a hand over his chest, gently rubbing the area before Selena took over. He much preferred the womanly contact over his own, even if it did come from his sister.

After she confessed that yes, Josh was right in that Selena was fucking his brothers. So with that being out in the open...

Wait...she offered to suck his cock? Right out here on the beach?

There was so much wrong with her offer, outside of the obvious familial relations. Sure, they weren't completely blood brother and sister, but they were close enough. But they could get caught...get in trouble...who the hell knows what else.

However, Selena's kneading of his cock forced Josh to give the little head priority in the chain of command over the big head. Without answering directly, he opened his shorts and pulled out his cock, which was painfully erect and caught in its restraints thanks to Selena's elbowing and grabbing at it.

His eyes met hers, then gazed downward toward his throbbing member.

 

[CarlyConners]

Selena's lips parted wider as she watched her half-brother reached to his groin and begin pulling out his penis. She glanced about them again for prying eyes, and while there were two dozen or more people within view of them up and down the beach, there wasn't really anyone who could see them very well sitting amongst the rocks and driftwood.

"Beautiful," she complimented when Josh's cock popped out. It was rock hard, so swollen that its head shone under the pressure of the blood filling it with the aid of the conspicuous vessels running up and down its shaft. She played her finger tips over her brother's length for a moment, adding, "Jesus, Josh ... the girls must love having you inside them."

Then, Selena scooted back to get herself into position and dropped her head into his lap. In a flash, most of Josh's length was inside her warm, wet mouth. She hesitated there for a moment, then pulled back slowly. She worked her lips around his head for a long moment, playing her tongue upon it as the hand that wasn't supporting her weight began toying gently with his balls.

"Feel good?" she asked, not waiting for an answer before she took even more of his length into her mouth once, then twice, then a third time. She pleasured his head again, then told him, "It's okay if you cum in my mouth."

And with that, she began a consistent up and down and fondling that she knew would make her brother explode into her throat.



There was, of course, one person who had a great view of what was happening on the beach: Matty. She had sent Selena down to the beach to have a conversation with Josh in an attempt to keep him in the family's criminal operation. Then, a few minutes later, she herself took a walk, too. She was standing just on the other side of a surfer shower, watching with a satisfied smirk as her daughter's head bounced up and down in her son's lap. After a moment, she did as Selena had -- looked about for peeping toms -- then headed back to the house, comfortable that Josh would be helping with the next job.

 

[Fauxnication]

Josh shuddered under the feeling of Selena's lips around his cockhead, then let out a groan as he felt his sister take several inches of his cock down her throat three times in succession.

"Feels great," Josh murmured, his eyes closed. He loved hearing the slurping and gagging noises that came with each drop of Selena's head into his lap. He put his right hand over top of her head, assisting her with bobbing her head up and down. Then he put pressure on her head, keeping it buried in his lap while she deepthroated him for a few seconds.

After letting her come up for a quick breath, he brought her head back down into his lap, and within a minute or so, his warm seed was spilling down his sister's throat, accompanied by a loud growl and his toes curling hard in pleasure.

 

[CarlyConners]

As her brother's cock began leaping in her mouth, Selena reached her hand from where it had been fondling his balls to his shaft, quickly stroking it up and down as his seed filled her mouth. The thick, salty ejaculate flowed, feeling like a flood, but she waited until the last jerk of Josh's cock before she slowly pulled her mouth back from where it had keep his cock head and a couple inches of his length warm. She was careful to keep a tight fit around his still trembling penis as she swallowed his discharge down, following up by tightly gripping his shaft and milking it for all it was worth. It wasn't so much that she enjoyed the taste of a man's cum: it was okay, but Selena did this -- swallow -- because the guys found it so taboo and, thus, exciting.

And while none would ever say so, most of the men who emptied their cock into Selena's mouth and, thus, their cum down her throat felt more powerful for having done so. As if Selena might not have swallowed but instead let them spew all over their groin and belly but they themselves had forced her to stay down upon them. Selena hadn't been unaware of Josh's hand at her head, encouraging her to not just stay down on him when he came but to take in more of his length prior to that.

She had offered a bit of resistance just to see if he would persist in holding her in place. He had. If her mouth hadn't been full of cock, she would have smiled. She didn't mind being forced a bit, whether it was taking a bit too much cock into her mouth such that she gagged or being bent over a bathroom counter to have her pussy filled when she wasn't really in the mood. Each of her older three brothers had done each of those acts to her at one time or another. She'd feigned resistance; and she'd even feigned anger.

But in truth, Selena enjoyed everything Carter, Steven, and Peter had ever done to her. Yeah yeah yeah ... they were her blood. Well, not Steven, but still. She shouldn't have been having sex with them. She shouldn't have just indoctrinated Josh into this world of incest either. But they were all adults. They were all consenting, even when Selena was feigning not to be. And besides, Selena had no interest in a boyfriend, and fucking'n'sucking her brothers meant that she didn't have to worry about all the shit that came with other men.

No, this was what she enjoyed. And besides, Matty took care of Selena when Selena took care of the boys, reminding them of that one extra benefit they got from being part of Matty's ongoing criminal enterprise. And when she finally lifted her head from her brother's groin to observe his reaction to what she'd done to him, Selena knew she'd taken care of one more brother for the time being. She'd probably do him once more before the upcoming job, to let him know he could look forward to this in the future; and she might even fuck him if she was in need of some release herself. But for now...

"Happy?" she said with a wide, playful smile. She licked her lips, then ran her tongue through her mouth to assist in getting all of Josh's seed to and down her throat. She lifted a hand to find some of his cum had escaped and licked it down as well before saying, "That was something, Josh. You really unloaded."