Melody and her brother Erik have always been close, but when he arrests her, they get to know each other in a whole new way in her jail cell! When a pat-down becomes something more, is Melody ready to go all the way and confess her feelings to her hot, uniformed brother? Warning: this 5,000 word erotic story contains sex between adopted siblings and a hot encounter against the bars of a jail cell! More
Melody and her big brother Erik have always been close – but when he is forced to arrest her for drug possession, they get to know each other in a whole new way in her jail cell! When a routine pat-down becomes something more between them, is Melody ready to go all the way and confess her feelings to her hot, uniformed brother? Warning: this 5,000 word erotic story contains sex between adopted siblings, light bondage, first time sex, oral sex, virgin sex, and a hot encounter against the bars of a jail cell; adults only! Disclaimer: all characters are consenting adults over the age of 18, none of whom are blood related. --- Excerpt: But when Erik was on what looked like the final form, he let out a long sigh. “Shit.”
“What?” I asked, alarmed.
“I never searched you, did I?”
I frowned at him. “No,” I said slowly, thinking back through the way he’d pressed me up against his cruiser. “But Erik, really….”
He looked up at me with the most guilty and apologetic expression I’d ever seen on him. “I’ve got to. God, I’d get in so much trouble if I checked that off without actually patting you down.” He rose to find the key to my cell on his belt.
And I rose too, getting off the mattress to grab the bars separating us. Erik wasn’t treating me badly, not at all, but I was so tired of him treating me like a criminal with the excuse of his protocols. Like he couldn’t even cut tiny corners for his own sister. “Erik….”
He waved me off. “Sis, look. I’ll do my damnedest to keep you from getting into trouble. Haven’t I always?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He had protected me often enough when we were kids, taking the fall for things he didn’t deserve. “But,” he continued as he unlocked my cell, “the least you could do is go along with it.”
I felt guilt drive deep into my gut. I should trust my own brother, just like he trusted me. “Sorry,” I murmured, as Erik let me out.
He had never let me out of the handcuffs, so I still felt really trapped and off-kilter as he took me and pressed me up against the bars of the cell. “We normally have a woman officer do this,” he added by way of apology.
I would’ve waved him off if my hands weren’t locked behind my back. “Please,” I said. “You’re my big brother.”
He used the back of his hand to feel along my curvy sides, one at a time, over the stretch of my hips and dip of my waist.