Mafia Siblings

The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, incest, humiliation and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is erotic FICTION not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and not meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"You don't scare me, Alejandro," I tell the eccentric man who's face I see on my tablet. I smirk as I say this because I fully mean it. For the first time ever, I can say that he no longer terrifies me.

Alejandro might be the boss of his criminal organization but right now, that means nothing. He no longer scares me. Hell, he can't even find me. The germs that may be on the cheap comforter on the bed scare me more than he does now.

"You have any idea how many people tell me that?" Alejandro asks in an over-the-top manner on his side of the screen, his long, black curly hair bouncing around. Hair that is styled like that on purpose, making him look like a hipster villain of a bad action movie.

"You people act like I go around, jumping out from behind doors, screaming to scare motherfuckers," Alejandro says with a loud laugh, the light from his overhead lights shining off his dark sunglasses.

Like normal, Alejandro's unique personality shines through, which is what most people remember about him. But that is why he is so dangerous. He gets you to think he is just some idiot that craves attention, like one of the many losers on TikTok, but he's far from that. He's one of the smartest people I've ever met, as well a sadistic killer.

"Doesn't matter. I'm out," I tell Alejandro, repeating the first thing I told him when I started this web meeting.

"I no longer work for you. I am going to go my way and do my thing, and you do the same," I add, wanting to make it clear that I no longer work for him, nor will ever see him again.

"Oh...really?" Alejandro asks with a wide smile. A smile that shows his too-white teeth. Teeth that makes him look off-putting.

Alejando then leans back in his chair, looking overly relaxed. He places his feet up on the table and when he does, I can see he is wearing a skin tight pink shirt and pants. Again, it's an act to throw you off and make you think he isn't as dangerous as he really is.

"I remember you coming to me and asking me if you could leave...and me telling you NO. Just like my favorite group as a kid, the NWO, once you are with me, you are with me,

FOR LIFE

," Alejandro tells me, then does a hand gesture where he holds up four fingers then moves his hand into an "L" shape.

"And I remember telling you to leave me alone, or I would have to do something I didn't want to do," I reply, smirking.

"Oh...really? Please, what is this bad thing you have done?" Alejando asks excitedly, moving to lean towards the screen. His fingers then wiggle, showing how excited he is to hear this.

"

Domenik

," I state, making sure I say the name clearly so Alejando can hear.

My smirk turns into a smile when I see Alejandro's smile fade. Alejandro then watches as my brother Domenik walks onto screen, standing right behind me. My brother's towering frame overshadows mine, his massive arms crossed in a very intimidating manner even if he's wearing a $5,000 suit.

"Dom. My man. What...ummm, what are you doing there?" Alejandro asks, sounding very confused.

"Thought I told you I needed you in Mexico City," Alejando asks my brother, sounding even more confused at the sight of my brother being with me.

"Let me quote one of your own sayings, Alex," I interrupt, calling the Mafioso the nickname he hates.

"Family. Comes. First," I tell Alejandro, where I see a wave of anger flash over his face. It flashes only for a moment but he quickly regains his composure.

"I wasn't aware the two of you were speaking. Last I heard, you two had some, well, moral differences," Alejandro says, sounding more like a little kid asking a teacher a question more than a killer.

"You mean when you had my brother murder our parents?" I ask Alejandro, my voice turning into a growl. Unlike Alejandro, I can't hide my anger. The fact this prick had my parents murdered is something I will never forgive or forget.

"That was business. Business. They owed me a good deal of money. A lot of money. Couldn't play favorites," Alejando says as if this is a logical explanation. The tone he uses makes it sound like I should understand this by now.

"And sending your big bro just made sense. They wouldn't expect it," Alejando adds, lifting his sunglasses so I see his dark eyes. Eyes that many have called soulless.

"It's not like he had an issue with it," Alejando adds, his voice getting very high pitched, making him sound like a little kid trying to argue why someone else started the fight.

"He is a sociopath. Of course he didn't have an issue with it," I tell Alejando what he already knows.

Even from a young age, I knew my brother was different. He didn't act like normal people. In fact, nothing about him was ever normal, from the way he barely ever talked, to the way he didn't mind being cruel or evil.

Growing up, I learned how to deal with my brother. My parents taught me. They explained what he was to me, and what to expect. So I was able to grow up without fearing him. In fact, it is because of me he was able to go so far in this criminal organization. My brother and I are very close, or as close as one can be with a sociopath.

It just happened that my brother's cruelty was something of a lucky break for my family. My parents had always been entrenched in not-so-legal activities, mainly on the finance side, which is how they made their living. But when they could produce someone good at hurting or even killing others, they rose up the ranks. So Mom and Dad got him nice and trained where he excelled in the life.

"You shouldn't have lied to him, Alejandro. You know just like I do, Dom hates being lied to," I tell my former boss the truth. The anger I felt drifts away as that was his mistake. The big mistake which changed everything.

I nod to Dom and he walks off, having made his impactful appearance. He walks to the other side of the room, going back to whatever he was examining on his own tablet.

When I learned my brother had murdered my parents, I was pissed. I vowed to never again speak to Dom. Of all the horrible things he could have done, I didn't know how he could do that. We had always made it known that you don't turn against family, and that is exactly what he did. He went against his own rules.

But then Dom reached out in a coded message to show he found he had been lied to. As there is only one thing that will turn Dom against anyone, it's lying to him. The moment I got that message, I knew Dom wanted revenge of his own, so I allowed him to explain himself and what happened.

"Me? Lie? How dare you. I don't lie," Alejandro says in a mocking fashion. He then makes the sign of the cross to further mock me.

"You told him our parents owed over two million, when it was only ten grand," I tell Alejandro the lie he told my brother to get him to murder our parents.

"I have always been bad with math. Must have forgotten to carry the two. Or is adding the one with letters instead of numbers?" Alejandro says in that over the top mocking manner.

"You knew Dom would have just paid my parent's tab. You lied because you wanted them dead," I bark, my anger returning. To this Alejandro drops the over-the-top act and sits normal.

"Cards on the table? The intel I had said you were going to be with your parents that day. He was supposed to kill your dumb-ass as well," Alejandro reveals, his tone showing frustration.

To this I don't say anything. Instead I stare at the asshole on my tablet. A long silence starts as I wait for him to explain more. To come clean.

"You stole from me, girl. You and your bug-a-boo parents. Stole a fuck-ton of money. You think that I wouldn't notice?" Alejando asks in a serious yet professional manner, where it doesn't sound like he has any emotional attachment.

"Cards on the table?" I ask, repeating his own phrase while smiling.

"No. I mean, you are rather stupid. Sure you think you are an undiscovered genius, but you really are dumb as dirt. Well, no, maybe not dirt, but dog-shit. Didn't think you would notice until long after we were gone," I tell Alejandro honestly, knowing it'll sting as he doesn't like people insulting his intelligence.

"Speaking of noticing..." I say before he can retort, dropping a hint. I do this to change the topic so to speak, but to also let him know that I'm in charge at the moment.

"Has

Long John

checked in recently?" I ask my former boss, cocking my head playfully.

"Long John? I dunno. Why would I care about him? Dude's probably watching Hentai with his dick in a tub of Vaseline or hot sauce or something," Alejandro says, brushing off my question.

"Yeah, well, I would normally agree with that, but we both know you sent him after me," I tell Alejandro, wanting him to drop the act.

"Did I?" Alejando asks, making it seem like he doesn't remember doing it. He then makes a would-be comical thinking face as if trying to remember.

"Doesn't sound like me. I mean, if I sent someone after you, it'll be to

KILL

you. Long John doesn't kill," Alejandro points out, saying this while making a circle with his left hand and sticking his first finger from his right hand into the circle.

I pretend to chuckle. I do this as this is such a stupid game. We both know exactly what is going on, but he pretends otherwise. Just like we both know what happened to Long John.

"Oh, I know. Long John is your pervert. Your rapist. Your sick little puppy that does all those gross sex acts. You sent him to kidnap me, then rape and sexually torture me over the course of an entire week," I inform Alejandro.

"Sounds about what Long John would do," Alejandro admits, nodding his head.

Long John is Alejandro's rapist. He sends the perverted asshole to "teach lessons" to people that Alejando want to make an example of. Alejandro doesn't like to kill if he can help it, but not because of some moral code. He thinks killing is too fast and not painful enough. So for people he really doesn't like, he has Long John kidnap them, take them to some un-findable location, where he sexually uses, abuses and tortures them over the course of a week. Doing sex acts to them they can never mentally or emotionally recover from no matter if they are male or female.

The result of a visit from Long John ruins lives. Most of his victims end up in mental wards, unable to cope with all that happened. The lucky ones do manage to get out, but the trauma remains, making them timid, scared little things, scared of their own shadow.

"Once again, I wouldn't send Long John because I would send someone to kill you," Alejando repeats, saying it very loudly as if I'm deaf. So loud that the speakers crackle.

"Or..." I say, fighting hard not to lose my temper as that's what he wants.

"...you sent him because you know none of your little pet-assassins would be successful," I tell him and then laugh a real laugh as I see the corner of Alejandro's mouth flicker at my words.

"You forget, jefe, I handled communications for you for over ten years. I know everything about you and the organization. All your tricks. All your plans. The way you book your plane tickets, the way you ship your packages, everything. No assassin would be able to get close enough to us to do anything but get their head blown off," I tell him, both of us knowing this is true.

"But Long John? Sending him would send a message. You know being raped by a man would be something I would hate worse than death," I say, showing I know how Alejandro thinks. He knows as a lesbian I can't fathom having any sort of sexual relations with a man, let alone one as gross as Long John.

"I take it that is why John hasn't checked in? Is he...ever going to check in?" Alejandro asks, resting his head in his hand in a bored manner, not seemingly caring about one of his top goons.

"I guess you will just have to wait and find out," I answer. Alejandro laughs at this but it is a fake laugh. One that he does to try and cover how pissed this makes him.

"Once again Alejandro, I'm out. I'm taking the funds you 'gave me' and disappearing. Do yourself a favor and fuck off. Otherwise my brother is going to have words with you. Words in person. If you leave us alone, he'll just disappear with me. But if you keep pushing, I'll send him after you," I warn Alejandro as serious as I can be.

"Seems fair. Seems good. Seems like a good plan. A good pan. A hood fan. A mood man. A lewd Dan," Alejandro says, rhyming the words for some reason. He then continues, counting on his fingers as he does in a move that makes him look crazed. This is why he is so dangerous as he does crap like this to throw you off.

"I guess this is the exit interview then. Where's my paperwork? You know, there's forms to be followed. Policy's, procedures, SOPs and whatnot. Got to talk about your 401K and PTO," Alejando says, pretending to shuffle through non-existent papers on his desk, making me roll my eyes.

Making a production of it, Alejandro pretends not to find the papers and mimes throwing them up. He then smiles and leans back again, his feet going on top of the table.

"Broke my heart to lose your family. They been part of the organization for as long as I can remember. Your parents did a lot of good work for me. They were smart. Well, a little stupid in stealing from me, but overall smart. And when they brought you and your brother in? Oh, those were game changers," Alejandro explains and oddly enough I can tell he's being honest.

"The way you can spot patterns and codes, unbelievable. And your brother. Hell, he scares me! And that's saying something. Only other human that legit scares me is Betty White, and that bitch is dead!" Alejandro exclaims in an over-the-top manner.

As much as I want it to be true, I know Alejandro isn't going to just let this go. Men like him don't let people leave. They have to control everything to flex their power. That means he has some sort of plan.

"So...I guess what I am saying, if I am saying anything, is that this is something I can live with," Alejandro says, looking away, showing he doesn't like what he is saying.

"That it might be good for all parties, if you just disappear and stop fucking with my business. Could you live with that?" Alejandro asks in a serious manner.

"Bullshit," I counter with anger, knowing he's lying. He's planned something, it's written all over his face.

"I don't know what you are planning Alejandro, but you don't want to go through with it, I promise you that," I warn, trying to threaten a man that probably can't be threatened.

"Me? I'm as clean as a church mouse. As simple as an Amish man. And as sexy as a three story penis," Alejandro says and laughs while wiggling his ass in his chair.

"Long John was the last. No one else will come looking for you, given I don't see your face or hear your name again," Alejandro says, crossing a finger over this heart.

To the side, I hear a soft thud which makes me turn to look. I'm not surprised to see that my brother is gone, having exited out of the room without making any noise. That is why he is so damn dangerous.

The door opens and my brother reenters the room where he gives a single wave. I give a brief nod, where I capture the entire scene but try not to give anything away to Alejandro who must be watching my face.

"Oh really? Long John was the last you sent?" I ask, my voice showing my annoyance.

"Is that why we just found a lost little puppy?" I ask before Alejandro can say anything, waving my brother over as I scoot my chair back.

My brother Dom walks forward where he slams an unconscious man onto the desk in front of the tablet. He slams the man down, where the face of the man is the only thing Alejando would be able to see. Even then, the man's face is so beaten that it's hard to make out who he is.

"Well shit. He was supposed to be a surprise," Alejandro admits, throwing his hands up as if a birthday surprise didn't go as planned.

I grab a handful of hair from the man sent to do who-knows-what to me. I yank his hair hard, letting the man slide off the table and fall to the ground. For good measure, I stomp on the man's head once.

"Try anything like this again, and I send my brother after you. One word from me, and he won't sleep until he returns with your balls in a bag that I'll keep in my purse," I tell Alejandro, my eyes as cold as his heart.

Alejandro isn't stupid. He knows if something makes him lose a lot of money, such as putting his goons in the hospital, he'll lose interest and move on. I just hope this is enough of a loss to get him to fuck off.

"Hey, Dom? How you doing brother?" Alejandro calls out, trying to get my brother's attention from off screen. Dom is currently pulling the unconscious body to the side, where the man's hands and ankles are already zip tied for when he wakes up.

"Hey brother, you seen that new movie? What's it called? Unicorn Royality? Unicorn Party? Unicorn...Fucking?" Alejandro asks, looking like he's really trying to remember the name of whatever movie he's thinking of.

"My brother will no longer speak with you," I tell Alejandro, which is something my brother and I discussed. My brother is very smart but he knows he can be manipulated easily. That is why he places his trust in one person, me. He knows I would never betray him or want any harm to come from him. I'm the only person that can tell him what to do.

"I'm signing off now, and let me leave you with a warning. Do not come after us. Leave. Us. Alone," I warn Alejandro, my finger reaching to end the video chat.

"

AHHHH

!" I shriek as someone grabs my hair and yanks, hard. I'm yanked up into the air, body and all by my hair in intense pain.

My feet kick for a moment before I'm thrown. I feel air brush past me as I'm slammed into the wall on the other side of the room. There I hit hard, creating a crater in the dry wall before my body falls to the ground with a thud.

"

DOM!

" I try to yell, needing my brother as we are under attack. Only my words don't really come out as all the air is forced out of my lungs.

I scramble, trying to put distance between my attacker and myself. Also to put distance between us because when Dom gets him, he'll need his room. So I try hard to get out of the way, confused as to how Dom didn't see the man when the guy entered.

"Dom?" I ask, very confused as when I feel my ankle grabbed, I look behind me to see it's Dom grabbing me. I look up at my brother, revealing he was the one that just threw me. Only, it's not my brother. It's his eyes. They are alive, but there's nothing behind them. They are flat, almost lifeless. They are fucking terrifying.

"DOM!" I scream as he throws me against the wall, swinging me by the ankle. This time my head hits, knocking me goofy.

"Should I call back later?" Alejandro asks, his voice muffled as the tablet has fallen over.

Stunned and hurt, my body doesn't want to move. My brain screams to run, to get up, to try and figure out what is happening, but my limbs don't want to move. It's almost like I am paralyzed, but not so much as I can feel the pain in each limb.

"Dom....what...what are you doing?" I ask as I feel my brother grab me.

As my brother is extremely strong, he has no issue lifting me off the ground. He doesn't just stand me up, but pushes me against the wall, where my feet don't even touch the ground. There he holds me by the throat, choking me to keep me in place.

With the world spinning, I feel my brother do something to me, but I'm not sure what he's done. Then I look down...and see my tits. My top, it's been ripped off. I was only wearing a simple silk top, which he's torn off. He's ripped it off, leaving me completely topless, where my DD breasts are exposed.