Incest/Taboo Jail Bird

"Tonight, would it be alright if I came by and made dinner for you? Plus, Mom's letter came yesterday, and I promised her I'll get you to read it," Carol said softly so as not to be overheard by her rookie.

"Fine, it better have my money in it, or I'm throwing you and it out," Max said, removing his sister's hand from his arm.

"I'll be here at five, Max," Carol called out to him as he unlocked the door to his home. Watching him disappear into it without a word to her.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but your brother is an ass," her rookie stated when Carol got back into her cruiser.

"Have you ever been to Lampac?" Carol asked, looking at her rookie, who shook his head. "It isn't a cakewalk, rookie. You spend six years in that place falsely accused of mur*er and not come out of it like Max is. They say there's a stabbing taking place there every hour and a homicide once a day," she said, relying on gossip that she has heard since she's been on the beat as she pulled out onto the road.

Max sat on the edge of his bed, tying his new sneakers once he had changed into a clean pair of his new gym clothes. Since he had the night off as Kate was out of town visiting her parents; they'd left sometime last night. Glancing up, a thought popped in his mind with it wondered what a picture of Kate would look like adoring the top of his dresser. Shaking the thought from his head, having no idea where it came from as he rose from his spot. Texting Kate as he walked down to the third floor after he had pocketed his keys. Glad the shorts he had on had deep pockets. He didn't want to store his things in the locker room since he hadn't gotten a lock yet. He was halfway down the stairwell when he got a reply to his text that read: Kate said, thank you for thinking of me; I hope you enjoy your workout. Don't strain yourself; I'll see you Monday night. He didn't know why but when he read the text he could hear it in Kate's voice. Once he had locked up, Max bounced on his feet, causing his calf muscles to tighten as he stretched out his muscles before sprinting into a jog to warm himself up before his workout.

He had repeated what Rebecca had shown him on Friday, along with working out his lower half. They even had his membership card ready when he showed up. While there were more people there than on Friday, Max pretty much kept to himself. However, that didn't mean he didn't slyly check out the women in their tight yoga shorts and tops when he was working out. It seemed the other men were more focused on the women than what they were there for. Not that Max could blame them, he, himself, had purposely stayed behind one woman who was doing laps upstairs just for that reason alone.

"Hey, seems I've missed your workout." Came a voice he knew as Max stood at the juice bar waiting for the man to make his large orange juice.

"Seems so," Max nodded, turning to look at Rebecca. Noting that she was in her street clothes while her gym bag hung from her right shoulder.

"How long have you been here?" Rebecca asked, a little miffed that she couldn't talk him into staying a few more hours all so she could ride him on one of the machines.

"About two hours," Max stated, making small talk.

"Yeah, I can tell," Rebecca said, flashing him a smile. "So, is your ride picking you up again?"

"No, it's only a block away from here," Max said offhandedly.

"Right, you did say something about that."

"You just coming in to work?" Max asked, noting how she sat her bag down into the high chair's seat while she leaned against the back of it.

"Weekends, I work nights gives my more busy clients time to get a real in-depth session in when the place isn't packed with half-naked women," Rebecca said with a sinful grin. "You should come by tonight; you never know you might like what you see."

"Can't, have plans."

"Girlfriend?"

"Sister."

"Ah, was that the woman I saw you with?" Rebecca asked, seeing Max nodding along. "Maybe next time, huh?"

"Maybe," Max agreed.

"I'll be seeing you, Max," Rebecca cooed as she ran her fingertips along Max's shoulders as she walked past him after shouldering her bag.

Max had no idea why the men sitting at the bar were eyeing him. "What?" Max uttered in a cold tone, seeing their eyes dropping down to the bar. "If you're going to eyeball me, you best have a reason," he grumbled before taking his glass of OJ from the man behind the bar.

The moment he got home, Max stripped off his sweat-soaked clothes and climbed to the fourth floor naked as a jaybird. Steam clouded the glass walls of the shower as his hands pressed against the wall, simply enjoying how the hot water ran down his back. Allowing the heat to soak into his muscles. Feeling his scars tightening up, something that always happened after a workout. Max didn't know how long he stood beneath that hot stream of water. For six years, he's always had to keep his wits about him when it was his shower time, either from a shiv or a gangrape, before he made them realize it would be very costly to them if they tried again. He could still hear the man's screams when he ripped the man's nut sack off. There wasn't time enough to get the man to the hospital ward as he bled out right there on the shower floor. That was when they started to call him Mad Max, due to the deranged look he had on his face at the time. Now he would just enjoy the peace and quiet his shower provided for him.

Picking up his phone when he stood before his dresser in only his towel once he had finished showering. A smile formed on his face when Delvin's caller ID appeared on the screen. He wondered what Brandy had told him after he picked up his wife from his place. Wondering if the people walking by and his neighbors enjoyed how her 32D breasts looked smashed up against the glass as he fucked her. He had to admit that woman was one fantastic fuck. She even taught him a few moves during it. Brandy was like a wild stallion riding him hard and rough. Not that he was complaining. Max enjoyed all three times he came inside of her pussy. He knew she did as well, given the smile on her face.

"Hey, Delvin, how's it going?" Max said once the line connected as he pulled his underwear drawer open.

"Not bad, not bad, how about yourself?"

"Oh, just got out of the shower after getting home from the gym," Max stated truthfully.

"You know they have showers there, right?" Max heard the man's chuckle.

"Yeah, but do you want to hear what kind of communal showers I've had," Max shot back in a joking tone.

"No, I think I can take a wild guess."

"So, what's up?"

"Oh, not much, just calling to see if you're still coming to the restaurant tomorrow?"

"I had planned on it, unless you have other plans or something?"

"No. No. Nothing like that, just making sure we're still on for tomorrow."

"I plan on being there right at ten, sharp," Max nodded against his phone.

"Good. I like punctuality. Oh, also want to thank you for what you did for us yesterday. Brandy hasn't stopped smiling ever since I picked her up."

"Well, glad she enjoyed herself."

"Did you, though?"

"I'm a guy who's been in prison for six years. Hell yeah, I did," Max chuckled.

"Hey, I heard a strange rumor."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I heard you have two subs now."

"I guess, I'm not really into the lifestyle," Max said, rubbing the back of his head after tossing his underwear onto his bed.

"I have a proposal for you."

"Oh."

"I've been dying to know how Jessica fucks. But Kate has kept her to herself, now that you are her Master as well, I thought since you've enjoyed my wife, you might be interested in a little trade, as it were." Max felt a wicked smile forming on his lips at what was playing out in his mind.

"I'll have to talk to Kate, seeing how this is kind of her thing, but if she does, you have to agree: no cumming inside of her, in her mouth sure; drown the bitch. But her pussy is mine to soil, and you have to agree to make it as degrading as you possibly can; no scat though, don't want to clean that up," Max said, hearing Delvin laughing over the phone.

"Done! You really don't like her, huh?"

"Fuck no! The bitch took six years of my life; she needs to feel as degraded as I was," Max said darkly.

"Hold on, let me speak with Brandy."

"Sure," Max muttered as he pulled out a clean shirt. Hearing the two of them conversing low, Max probably thought that was because they didn't want their kids to overhear them. It wasn't lost on him that he could make out how excited Brandy was.

"Okay, Brandy is all for it. You just let me know what Kate says, alright?"

"I will; I'll call her the moment we hang up."

"Oh, could you do me one tiny favor?"

"Okay, but I'm not quacking like a duck," Max joked.

"Brandy was wondering if you could text her a picture of what you look like in that towel."

"Okay, and how do I do that? Speak like I'm brand new and just arrived on this strange world of smartphones."

"You know how to put the phone on speaker?"

"The thing that looks like a speaker?"

"Yes, press that, then back out to your home screen."

"Okay."

"Open up your contacts... you do have Brandy's number, right?"

"I do."

"Then just tap on it, and three icons should appear. One is to call her; the other should look like a speech bubble like in the comics if you were into that."

"Okay, I'm in."

"Now, there should be a thing that looks like a paperclip to the left of the input part to write out a text. Press it, and it should pop up with a list of options. Press the camera, and I think you can figure out the rest."

"The big round thing is what I press to take the picture, right?

"Right."

"Okay, give me a sec." Making sure his whole chest was visible in the photo, pulling down his towel slightly to show off his pubic hair. "Tell her I sent it."

"Oh, I know, you should see her just drooling over it. Okay, Max, I'm jumping off of here; text me what Kate says, alright?"

"Will do." Tossing his phone onto his bed, Max proceeded to get dressed.

"Hello, Master." Max heard Jessica's voice whisper her greeting once the line connected as he ambled down to the third floor.

"Hello, slut. Is Kate busy?"

"No, let me take the phone to her." Max heard Jessica moving across the floor of wherever they were. Hearing her whisper into Kate's ear that he was on the line. Smirking when he heard Kate's: 'Give it here' as he sat down onto his couch.

"Hello, Max; I didn't expect to be hearing from you today. Not that I mind."

"It's good to hear your voice as well, Kate," Max replied, wondering if her cheeks were blushing. "Kate?"

"Yes, Max."

"Can you speak freely?"

"Nah-uh."

"Then just answer in mmmhmm, or a nah-uh, alright?"

"I can do that, Max. May I ask what this is about?"

"Jessica is my slut as well as yours, correct?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Does that mean I can do anything I want with her without asking you?"

"Mmmhmm. But can I ask what it is that you're planning?"

"Oh, I just got off the line with Delvin a few minutes ago, and he proposed something to me."

"Did he, and what was that?"

"A trade like yesterday but this time with Jessica, so that was why I asked about her."

"Is he going..."

"Yes, but he won't cum inside of her; he's going to make it as degrading as he possibly can," Max said in a wicked tone. "As long as you don't have a problem with the bitch getting what she deserves."

"Nah-uh."

"Good, I didn't want to step on your toes, Kate," Max spoke, feeling a little light-hearted the longer they talked.

"So, can I ask when this is supposed to happen?"

"Next weekend, I think, not sure, wanted to clear it with you before I formally agreed to anything since this is your world I'm in."

"I understand, Max; I appreciate it that you got in touch with me on the matter."

"Your parents are there, aren't they?" Max asked with a sinful grin.

"Mmmhmm."

"Do you know how cute you are when you blush?" Max listened to how her breathing quickened. Wondering if she was trying to keep that mask she wore from falling away.

"You think so?"

"Mmmhmm, those rosy cheeks just frame that beautiful face of yours so perfectly," Max spoke, wondering if he was going to pay for this tomorrow night.

"Is there something you would like to do to them?"

"Mmmhmm," Max hummed.

"Like what?"

"Kiss them, caress them, maybe spank that sexy ass of yours," Max said, hearing her sucking on her lower lip.

"I see; I think we'll need to have a discussion about this when I get back."

"Oh, are you going to pin me down and kiss me with those lips?" Max flirted.

"Mmmhmm."

"Excellent, can't wait, now do try not to rub those sexy thighs together. We don't want your parents to know you got the hots for the innocent ex-con."

"Nah-uh."

"Well, Kate, I'll let you go; enjoy your visit."

"Goodbye Max, I'll see you Monday."

Later that night...

Max's feet danced down the stairs as his buzzer rang. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled at the annoying tone. As Max opened the door there stood his sister in a cute little yellow summer dress that ended at her midthigh, while the U-shaped front of her dress did little to hide her 38A breasts from his eyes. Pondering why she wore matching yellow flats with it or even dressed up for that matter.

"Good evening, Master, may I come in?" Carol asked in a submissive tone as the plastic bag she was holding before her crinkled as it swung with the items she had bought to make his and her dinner, lightly bumping against her thighs. "Thank you, Max," she said bashfully when Max stepped to the side and gestured for her to enter.

"Stop," Max barked in a commanding tone when his sister's ass was about at his eye level after locking up. "Bend over, place a hand on the step before you and pull up your dress." Watching how his sister did so without hesitation. "Want to tell me why your pussy is already wet?"

"Because I couldn't stop thinking that... that I want to fuck my brother! That I couldn't wait to have your hard cock inside of my pussy!" Carol said, running her middle finger down her labia. Her matching painted fingernails glistened in her dew before circling her finger around her starfish, coating it in her sex. Gasping aloud when she felt Max spreading her ass cheeks apart. Causing her labia to open, showing how eager her canal was to have his cock back inside of it.

Max's nose wiggled as the scent of her arousal filled the air. He knew he was going to have to get the rust out of his system. He didn't want to perform poorly when the time came for him and Kate to reach that point. "Keep quiet," Max growled when Carol yelped in surprise as he licked up her slit.

"Sorry, Master. Forgive me, Master. Thank you, Master." Was the best Max could make out from her muffled words as her hand clamped around her mouth. For the next ten minutes, Max watched Carol's legs shake as he worked out all the kinks in his technique that's been on hiatus for the past six years. "Please, Master, I can't take anymore. May I cum?"

"Fine," Max said, pulling away, rubbing her clit as she orgasmed. He said nothing about her cumming on his tongue. Watching her cream dripping out of her cunt moving his hand out of the way before it reached him. Adjusting himself as he walked around his sister. "Pick yourself up and come along," he said in a monotone voice.

Carol nearly screamed when Max took her by the hips and lifted her off the floor after storing the items in his fridge. Her nipples instantly grew hard when he forced her legs apart. Her eyes burned in hunger when she watched how his cock sprung out from the open zipper of his pants. How that cock felt so good, thrusting into her pussy. To be taken by her brother, to be nothing more than a fuck toy to him. Hearing how wet her pussy was getting as Max took her body without a care of her needs. Burying her face into his neck as her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. Whimpering into his ear as those strong hands of his held onto her bare ass as he pounded that hard cock into her. Moaning out as she came without asking as his seed flooded her womb.

"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to cum without your say so," Carol humbled herself for his forgiveness. Biting down on her lower lip as his cock slid out of her soiled cunt. "You're cock just feels so good in my slutty, sisterly pussy."

"Go clean yourself up; you're dripping cum onto my counter," Max said, pointing with his thumb at the stairs.

"Of course, Master," Carol said obediently, jumping down from the counter she ran up the stairs. Smiling as she did, knowing she would be able to see all of his home. Stopping in her tracks when she reached it. "Holy fuck?!" she cursed low as her eyes ran along the vast openness of the floor space that was bigger than her whole apartment combined for just one floor. Even the third floor put it to shame. It was like Max had a whole entire house to himself. "Shit!" Carol hissed, feeling her brother's cum running down her legs. She wasn't about to disobey again. Pushing Max's cum out into her hand as she sat on his toilet. Bringing that pooled mixture of her cream and his seed to her lips, tilting her head back and drinking it all down without hesitation. As Max's slut, it was her duty to swallow his seed regardless if it came from the source, her pussy, or another's. "You like Max's cum too, don't you, girl?" she asked, talking to her womanhood as she cleaned herself up. Trying not to get wet again, yet the thought of Max's tongue on her cunt just made it quiver in excitement. "Max..." Her voice stilled in her throat as her brother sat there on the couch so stalwart, yet there was also an air of danger swirling around him as those eyes of his shot her a look that said: 'Obey!'

Jumping in startlement at the snap of his fingers and rushing to his side when his index finger pointed to the spot he indicated was where he wanted her. "Is there something you need, Max?" Carol asked in a trembling voice. Not because she was afraid, but because she was soaked! She loved being dominated, namely by Kate; after all, she was her Mistress, the men she had fucked on Kate's behalf were just subs like her. They never made her this wet like she felt beneath her brother's eyes.

"Since I don't have the tools to properly punish you, like Kate would, a good ol' fashion spanking will just have to do," Max said in a domineering tone. "You know what to do, don't you slut?"

"Yes, Master, I do," Carol said, her heart raced as she laid herself across Max's knees. Feeling him lifting the hem of her dress over her ass. Squeaking out when she felt the sting of his hand on her right ass cheek. Then another, and another, her nails dug into Max's leg as she tried not to cum from the pleasure of the pain he was raining down on her bare ass.

"You like being punished, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, Master, but only when you or Mistress does it. I'm your slut, and no one else's," Carol answered in a submissive tone. "Please, forgive my disobedience for cumming without your permission, Master."

"I bet you want to cum now, don't you slut?" Max asked in a firm, commanding tone.

"Yes, Master, I would like very much to cum for you."

"Then you may cum on the cock you so enjoy fucking."

Carol's head snapped over to Max. Her nostrils flared, her eyes widened when Max leaned back and took his cock out. Elation flooded her face when she slid back down that pole. Peering behind her as Max unzipped her dress.

"Take it off; I want to see how much your pussy enjoys your brother's cock."

"Like this, Max, does your slutty, sisterly pussy look good to you, Master, as it just swallows it all up?" Carol asked, leaning forward all so Max could watch it disappearing into her ever-so-happy cunt. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she creamed all over his cock, not for the first time or the last. "Master, please, will you play with my tits? I know they're small, yet they want to feel your hands on them?" she pleaded. "Thank you, Master," Carol moaned when Max was not gentle in his fondling, just the way she liked it.

How her pussy was throbbing at how rough he was to her little peach. She was fucking elated! Her cheeks blushed as she brushed strands of her brown hair behind her ear as Max watched her cook the hamburger for their spaghetti dinner for the evening. Answering his questions when he had them, very pleased that he was allowing her to do this for him. She wondered if he would take her again before she had to leave for the night. She didn't care what holes he used, where he pumped his cum into her or on her. All she really wanted was to feel her Master's cock in her hands, mouth, pussy, and/or ass. Dropping enough noodles to feed the both of them into the boiling pot. Asking him where he kept his plates; humming as she went about setting the table for them.

Once their dinner was over, Max took her once again. Bending her over his dining table, and thrusting his cock into her ass. Making her howl in bliss as her body brought the ultimate pleasure to her Master. He used every part of her body before Max's hunger was sated, and she had a belly, pussy, and ass filled with his cum.

"Max? May I use your shower before I go home?"

"Towels are in that closet," Max said, panting for breath as he pointed at it.

"Maybe, when I have a day off, you'll let me spend the night with you, and you can use me all night long, Master?" Carol uttered in a sweet tone as she walked towards his bathroom. Knowing she could get used to being within this home of his. She knew he wasn't using all the rooms on the third floor. Given how both floors combined encompassed around forty thousand square feet, just like the two floors below him had the almost identical layout. She didn't need a big room; she wouldn't be sleeping there anyway. No. That would just be to store her belongings; she knew where she would be. In his bed, riding, sucking, being fucked to the point of bow-leggedness, and she would do it with a fucking smile too! It was the best dick she's had in years! However, first, she needed to get Max comfortable having her back in his life. Not as his sister, no, she didn't think that would ever be possible; but as his live-in slut to take care of his manly needs in whatever way he wanted. Plus, living in a place as big as one of the mega-mansions didn't hurt either!

"Before I go, I didn't want to give it to you so early and ruin your mood," Carol said, handing Max the letter their mother had written to him. "I told Mom I would watch you read it," she spoke when he gave her a look.

"Alright, I read it," balling it up, "doesn't change a thing," Max grumbled, tossing it towards the waste bin, falling short a few feet. His eyes following after his sister as she walked over to it. Watching how she smoothed it out and refold it, and placed it in the nightstand that sat on the left side of his bed.

"I'm not saying you'll hate yourself for throwing it away but give it some time and read it again. I know what they... what we said hurt you very deeply, Max. I get that; I really do. Just think on it before you toss it away; after all, they are the only parents we're ever going to have," Carol said before turning and walking towards the stairs. "Thank you for letting me come over and have dinner with you; I really enjoyed it. Love the place, Max! Have a good night," she cooed sweetly, waving to him as she walked down the stairs. Texting their mother as she saw herself out, hearing Max lagging behind her to lock the door behind her. Wondering if he'll make her a key so he didn't need to transverse the three flights of stairs. Knowing she would be sore in the morning, but she didn't care, it was worth it, in her mind, as she slid into her car and headed for home.

Monday, ten am that morning...

While Max was in the kitchen of Delvin's and Brandy's restaurant, learning how to cook, the process server company that Decan had hired to serve out the lawsuits for slander, libel, and defamation of Max's character, fanned out in the cities that the national news headquarters were located in, such as ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN, and all the talk shows that made a buck off Maximillian Daysome's good name. Along with every newspaper company, local and national, and the local news stations within the city. The publishing house that sold over ten million copies of the True Crime book: The Teenage Strangler?! They, too, were served along with a cease and desist order to stop all distributing and printing of the inflammatory book that had made the author of it very rich. They were also to recall every book that was still on the shelves of every book store and online seller at a cost to them. Max was not going to let them get away with it. He didn't care if he won; the publicity itself was enough to ruin them. It wasn't his fault if they went out of business when no one would ever be able to trust their word if they couldn't do the simplest of investigative reporting.

However, at that moment, on the Sony studio lot, tucked in the alley behind the Studio four building. Where the movie that was based on Soma Pham's book was currently under production, stood in the camper the Studio had provided for her, so she could give the director the authentic feel to the movie, in front of her coffee pot inhaling the scent of her first cup of the morning. Her laptop was sitting on her desk, open and already three chapters in for the newest book she was writing. Soma knew her life was perfect at that moment. Four-time bestseller, millions of copies sold, and a very, very large nest egg to grow old on. How little did Soma know her life was about to come crashing down in three, two, one...

Soma turned her head as a quick rasp on the door of the camper rang out within it. Setting her mug down, tying her robe closed as her blonde hair bounced against her back. Wondering who it could be, praying it was the cute star of the movie. She could use a good romp to get the juices flowing. She was not expecting to find a cute redhead half her age standing at the bottom of the extendable steps.

"Are you Ms. Soma Pham?" the woman asked.

"Yes, who's asking?" Soma asked, looking oddly down at the brown envelope. Looking up when she heard the sound of a camera going off.

"You've been served," she said before walking off.

"Served?! Served with what?!" Soma screamed out.

"I don't know, ma'am, I just deliver them." Soma heard her say before watching the woman talk to one of the crew members and seeing her heading off in the direction the man pointed.

Looking back down at the envelope, wondering what her ex-husband was scheming. Soma knew he couldn't do a damn thing; after all, she's been happily divorced for the past three years. Wondering if this was just another ploy of his to wrangle money out of her and waste hers in her lawyer billing her for the hours it would take to make the fool go away.

"Slander! Libel! Defamation of character against one Maximillian Daysome! What the fuck!" Soma screamed out. She almost fainted when she saw how much he was suing her for. A whole thirty million, the amount she had made from the book she had written about him. "No, no, no! This can't be fucking happening! He's in fucking prison!" she cursed at the papers in her hand. Stomping over to her computer, she was not about to be hoodwinked by some damn rapist/murderer!

"Oh, fuck me," Soma groaned as she read the headline of The Bellingham Herald in Seattle, Washington. She knew the moment she read the words: falsely accused and innocent man. She was fucking toast! All she could do now was damage control and try to whittle down the amount Max was demanding. Her face fell into her hands when her publishing house had told her they were being ordered by the court to recall every book they had unsold and refund the ones that were already sold. Also, telling her that her contract for the next four books they had just signed her to would be suspended while they went over every book she had written for them with a fine-tooth comb. If they found anything factually wrong, they threatened to drop her immediately from the firm due to how much it would cost them to recall every book and offer refunds to the owners of the said inflammatory book.

Soma had forewent her coffee and went straight for her scotch after getting off the phone with her lawyer. Giving her the name of the lawyer that was representing Max in his litigation against her. Turning her head when the director stuck his head into the camper when he knocked on the side of it.

"The Studio is shutting us down and stopping all production of the movie while they deal with the lawsuit the subject of your book has just filed against them. So I'm going to need you to leave the property by the end of the day."

Soma couldn't feel any worse as she simply nodded. "I'll be gone in two," she said; she didn't have much to pack; she always traveled light when she was working on-location. It was an old habit she had picked up when she was a reporter for the New York Times.

"Sorry, Soma, it wasn't my call."

"I understand; I wasn't expecting my morning to turn to crap either," Soma sighed, pressing the cold glass against her forehead. Wondering if she would have to pay back the money the studio had paid for the movie rights to the book.

"I know you'll land on your feet, Soma. Again, I am sorry."

"As am I, as am I," Soma muttered low before draining the last of her scotch and wincing as it burned her throat. Shame burned her skin as she slinked off the studio lot. Feeling the eyes of everyone on her as she fled L.A. all together back to her home in Montana. Hoping she could salvage something out of the clusterfuck that has become her morning.​