Delivery

The suburban neighbourhood baked under a harsh afternoon sun, busy with the hum of a lawnmower, children’s shouts echoing, and a dog’s distant bark piercing the quiet. Jake parked his pizza delivery van about a block from his destination: A slightly run-down duplex. His smug smirk burned sharply, a blade honed by his conquests, his mind seething with sadistic pride.

The open door of the garage apartment revealed a cluttered chaos — toolboxes, bike parts, cardboard boxes — Lyle and Liz’s heated voices spilling out, a quarrel among siblings over unpaid bills, a volatile lure that quickened Jake’s pulse. He skipped scouting, dismissing a neighbour’s glance from her porch and the street’s bustle. Grabbing an empty pizza box, he strode toward the open door, the clatter of a wrench inside unnoticed.

Inside the garage, a chaotic maze unfolded — grease-stained floors, a sagging couch, a folding table piled with takeout containers, tools hanging haphazardly on pegboards. A single bulb swung overhead, casting jittery shadows, while a radio hummed static, punctuating the siblings’ argument. Lyle, lanky with messy brown hair and tired blue eyes, wore a faded band tee, his hands smudged from bike repairs, his cashier’s job draining but his loyalty to Liz fierce. Liz, slight with short blonde hair, freckles dusting her cheeks, and sharp green eyes, wore a tank top and cutoff shorts, earbuds dangling, her barista shifts and community college studies straining her optimism. Their sibling bond — fierce but frayed — made them a volatile target, their isolation in the mid-afternoon argument enticing. Lyle cursed as a wrench slipped, clattering loudly, while Liz teased, folding laundry by the couch, their banter now warm but still oblivious to the open door’s exposure. The open door, a neighbourhood habit, invited disaster, the radio’s static a fragile veil over the looming threat.

Jake stepped through the open door, the wrench’s echo fading, his boots silent on the concrete, the clatter of tools amplifying risks he ignored. The garage’s stale air — cigarette smoke, spilled beer — stoked his arousal, his smirk gleaming. He dropped the pizza box with a deliberate thud, calling, “Delivery,” his voice dripping mockery.

Lyle spun, startled, barking, “We didn’t order shit,” while Liz yanked out her earbuds, her green eyes flaring warily. Jake laughed, relishing their unease, ignoring a neighbour’s dog barking outside. Lyle lunged to protect Liz, but Jake overpowered him, slamming him against the wall, the pegboard rattling, tools clattering to the floor. He bound Lyle’s wrists and ankles with cord, the knots bruising his skin, and forced him onto the couch. Liz panicked, grabbing a butter knife, but Jake wrested it away, slamming her upper body over the back of the sofa, her gasp stifled.

Jake moved closer to her ear and threatened her through gritted teeth. “One more sound and I’ll slash your throat before I fuck your dying body. Play along and you’ll both live. Make a scene and I’ll carve you up like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey.”

As she froze, he pulled out his knife, cut off her tank top, and pulled her shorts down to her knees. Her body was perfect for his use, to be bred by him and to carry his seed, but first he needed to be ready.

Jake moved to the other side of the sofa. He stood before her, his presence commanding, his eyes locked on hers with a vicious smouldering desire. Her breath hitched as she gazed at his flaccid cock, the skin smooth and slightly flushed. His fingers grabbed her jaw, guiding her closer, and she swallowed hard, her lips parting as he forcefully pressed the silken tip to her mouth.

Her lips trembled as they closed around the head, the warmth of his skin startling against her tongue. The texture was soft yet firming under her touch, with a faint, musky scent. She started slowly, her tongue darting out to trace the smooth ridge of his glans. The taste was subtle at first, a hint of salt and skin. “Suck it, bitch,” he barked, his fingers raking forcefully through her hair. She sucked lightly, her tongue swirling around the tip, and she felt him twitch, beginning to swell. He pushed his cock further in, claiming more of her, her tongue gliding along the underside.

Annoyed by her hesitance, he grew more aggressive. His hands grasped the base of his cock, fingers wrapping around the thickening length, stroking in time with the bobbing of her head. He was fully hard now, his erection hot and pulsing, filling her mouth with a weight that made her choke.

He pushed her cheeks into the space between her teeth while holding her head  and fucked her throat with unrelenting force. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the air, blending with his low moans. She felt him throb, the salty tang of pre-cum coating her tongue. Her eyes flicked upward, meeting his gaze — dark, violent, and filled with raw intensity.

His rhythm quickened as he pushed down her throat with such force that her muscles massaged his cock with every vicious stroke. “Fuck, you’re good,” he rasped, his voice strained, his thighs trembling. She could feel him swelling further, the pulse of his arousal intensifying, and she knew he was close — his breaths short and sharp, his cock twitching with impending release. She tried to make him cum, so it would finally end, her tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive spot just below the head. The taste of him grew stronger, heady and intoxicating, and her own body responded despite everything, her clit throbbing, her pussy wet.

Just as his hips bucked and a guttural moan tore from his throat, he pulled back abruptly, his cock slipping from her mouth with a slick, audible pop. “Not like this,” he growled, his voice thick with restraint, his eyes blazing with barely contained lust. Before she could process the loss, he lifted her with strong hands, her body weightless in his grip, and laid her on the sofa, the worn cushion a shock against her skin. He forced her thighs apart, his fingers invading her soaked folds, and she gasped, her body arching instinctively. He positioned himself, his glistening cock — still wet from her mouth — nudging against her entrance. With one deep, deliberate thrust, he filled her, stretching her painfully, her walls clenching around his hardness. His pace was urgent, hips slamming into hers, each thrust sending sparks of pain through her core.

With a final, powerful thrust, his cock pulsed as he spilled inside her, hot and relentless, filling her with his cum. 

Withdrawing from her pussy, he walked over to Lyle and made him clean the mixture of cum and his sister’s juices off his cock by thrusting it into his mouth.

Jake grabbed Liz and shifted her over to her brother, who strained against his bonds as he was now facing her leaking pussy, her thighs parted, the air heavy with the scent of arousal and the faint musk of Jake’s release. “Eat it out and make sure you don’t waste any of my seed,” came Jake’s order during which he placed his knife against Lyle’s throat for emphasis.

His pulse thundered in his ears as his face hovered between her parted thighs, Jake’s creampie, still warm, pooling at her entrance. His breath caught, the idea of tasting another man’s cum unfamiliar, almost forbidden, yet the way her eyes locked onto his, stirred a primal hunger. He swallowed hard, his lips hovering inches from her slick folds. The air was thick, electric, as he wrestled with the taboo.

He lowered his face, his breath warm against her sensitive skin, and pressed a tentative kiss to the inside of her thigh, where her pulse fluttered. The first touch of his tongue was cautious, a soft, exploratory lick along the edge of her outer lips, where her arousal mingled with the creamy trail left behind. The taste hit him — salty, slightly bitter, yet undeniably intimate, laced with the sweetness of her essence. It wasn’t what he expected; it was raw, visceral, and strangely intoxicating. His hesitation melted as her soft moan filled the air, her hips tilting upward in invitation. Emboldened, he flattened his tongue, dragging it slowly upward, collecting the pearly droplets that seeped from her core. Each careful lap felt like a surrender to the moment, to her, to the shared heat of their unconventional union.

His lips sealed around her entrance, tongue delving deeper, swirling through the slick warmth where her juices and Jake’s cum intertwined. The texture was silken, the taste a heady blend of her sweetness and his saltiness, and he found himself chasing it, craving more. He teased her folds, tracing every curve, before flicking his tongue against her clit, swollen and pulsing under his attention. Her gasps grew sharper, seemingly urging him on. He sucked gently, then harder, savouring the way her body trembled, the way the cum leaked faster now, coating his lips as he devoured her with reverence and hunger.

Her breaths came in ragged bursts, her hips grinding against his mouth as he worked her with relentless precision. His tongue danced — circling her clit, dipping into her core, lapping up every trace of the creampie as if it were an offering to a shared desire. The room faded, Jake’s presence a distant blur, as his world narrowed to her pleasure. Her thighs quaked, clamping around his head, and he felt the tension coiling in her, a taut wire ready to snap. He pressed harder, his lips and tongue relentless, until her cry broke — sharp, raw, and unfiltered. Her orgasm surged through her, her body arching off the sofa, muscles spasming as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. He didn’t stop, licking her through every shudder, savouring the flood of her release mingled with the last traces of cum, until she collapsed, breathless and sated.

He pulled back, lips glistening, his own arousal throbbing as he met her gaze. Her chest heaved, her eyes half-lidded with bliss, a soft smile curving her lips. She reached for him, pulling him up to kiss her, tasting herself and the lingering traces of their shared act on his mouth. The moment felt sacred, a sibling bond forged in vulnerability and desire.

A radio snippet about a “delivery driver suspect” pierced the static, ominous, but Jake had already vanished. He drove off, ignoring a distant figure on the road, a large silhouette barely visible in the dusk, watching silently.