SUBTITLE: A Brother/Sister Erotica Short Story with public fun and humiliation kink.

“You can’t be serious, Dad,” I say. “You shouldn’t keep giving him money.”

My father casts a weary glance in my direction and bites his lip the way he does whenever he’s wondering whether what he says will annoy me further. Today isn’t much different, and frankly, I’m already super pissed.

“Listen, Luna,” he starts, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You have to understand that this is your brother we’re talking about.”

“And this is your family business I’m talking about,” I snap. “My brother-your son-keeps robbing us!”

“He’s protecting us, honey,” my mother says, placing a hand on my shoulder. “That money is protection money.”

I shake my head at her words, resisting the urge to shove her hand away. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Why do my parents think it’s perfectly okay to let themselves be robbed, much less by their own son?

With a huff, I turn away, letting my gaze rest for a moment on a picture frame hanging from the nearest wall. I can just barely make out my reflection in the glass. A round-faced woman stares back at me. My brown hair is smoothed back in a ponytail, my breasts straining against the white, almost see-through t-shirt I have on.

I glance at the rows of washing machines lined up against the walls. Pay ’n’ Clean is usually bursting with customers, but I don’t spot more than a few in the dry-cleaning store this afternoon, which is just as well. The last thing I need right now are customers overhearing the row I’m having with my parents.

It’s not even the first time this is happening. We’ve had this argument more times than I can count. It’s been several months since I started working at my parents’ dry-cleaning store. At twenty-two, I’ve got much better things to do than hang around at work with my parents, but ever since my older brother Tito decided he’d rather be a gangbanger than help out, someone had to take his place.

Now I’m pretty much stuck here while my brother runs around with his little crew. What are they called again? Right-the Blades. It’s bad enough that he chose a gang over his own family, but he could’ve at least done better than those guys.

I might not have much of a problem with my brother’s crew if they didn’t keep showing up at the store every couple of weeks. The first time it happened, they almost roughed up my father and only stopped when Tito stepped out to help at the last minute. He asked his crew to spare our parents and me.

And what did he do next? He took our money.

I can’t tell which is worse: that he’s robbing us or that our parents are enabling him. My parents damn near disowned me when they found out I was having sex with my ex-boyfriend last year, but they won’t do anything about their son who’s decided to become a gangbanger?

To be fair, though, they did catch me and Jared fucking on top of one of the washing machines in the store. It was late at night and Pay ’n’ Clean was closed for the day. We figured my parents were already home. And then, just as Jared filled me up with his cum, the lights in the store came on. It was pretty awkward seeing the looks on my parents’ faces as my ex’s cum slowly trickled out of my pussy.

It also turned me on even more.

But Tito’s situation’s a whole lot worse. It’s probably because he’s five years older than me. He’s always gotten away with lots of stuff. Including robbing us. But it’s been months, and I’m tired of seeing him and his crew waltz in every now and then to take money they didn’t even work for.

“It’s best that we pay the money, Luna,” my mother goes on. She squeezes my shoulder, and this time, I do shove her hand away.

“I can’t believe how cool and calm you two are about this,” I say, going to stand before one of the washing machines. Folding my arms across my breasts, I glower at the pair of them. “You’re allowing your own son to terrorize you.”

“Paying Tito and his crew means we get to stay alive and keep some of our profit,” my father replies, his lip twitching in frustration. Okay, so maybe he isn’t as calm as I thought. “Your mother and I are fine with that.”