Sheriff of Lubbock County

nside, the livin’ room glowed warm, the smell of sizzlin’ pork chops and seared beef hittin’ me hard—food you’d never sniff in the trailer park’s stale air. Martin, Zoe, Alex, Lilly, Jessica, and Peter sat ‘round a table, fine wine glintin’ in glasses, fresh peaches and grapes pilin’ high, a feast screamin’ wealth and defiance against their roots. Laughter mixed with the clink of forks, but their eyes flicked to me, tension thick as the heat risin’ off the plates. Zoe, leanin’ close to Lilly, teased her niece’s half-unbuttoned blouse, fingers grazin’ the fabric, “You’re too sweet for this fire, Lilly, but I see you burnin’,” her voice low, seductive, makin’ Lilly blush but lean closer, her virgin eyes flickerin’ with want. Alex, watchin’ her daughter, sipped wine, her scarred wrist catchin’ the lamplight, then reached for Zoe’s hand, “Sisters stick together, Zoe. Trailer park’s done chokin’ us,” her voice fierce, Zoe squeezin’ back, “We’ll torch Rico’s world, Alex, you and me.” The air crackled, their bonds tightenin’, my pussy already wet under my skirt as I stepped in, badge heavy.

Martin and Zoe stood first, joined by Zoe’s sister Alex and her niece Lilly, family she’d dragged into our fucked-up circle after months of their pryin’ questions ‘bout her late nights with me, now desperate to taste the forbidden heat they’d sensed and break free from the trailer park’s chokehold. Alex, her blonde beauty fadin’ under barmaid’s grit, wore a tight halter top, whiskey stains on her worn jeans, wrist scars from her ‘91 attempt peekin’ past a frayed bracelet, eyes fierce to outrun Jimmy’s ghost, killed by Rico’s blade. Lilly, sixteen and preppy, teased in a plaid miniskirt, blouse half-unbuttoned, knee socks slippin’, diner apron smudged with grease, her virgin allure defyin’ the trailer park’s cage, haunted by Alex’s pills and wrist at fourteen. Jessica, mayor’s brat, flaunted a Lubbock High uniform—pleated skirt hiked short, blouse clingin’ to her full tits, tie loose, her curvy hips swayin’ to make anyone cream their jeans, a sheltered teen I’d caught fuckin’ Malcom Stewart in a classroom weeks back, blackmailed into my grip to rebel against her corrupt daddy’s shadow. Peter, Zoe’s son, watched with hungry eyes, the dinner turnin’ into a prelude for sin as lamplight flickered over their faces, every eye on me, lust radiatin’ like a goddamn inferno.

The table quieted as I strode in, badge clinkin’ on my belt, skirt ridin’ up to flash my bare thighs, cum from Daniels still stickin’ to my skin. “Daniels is down,” I snarled, voice raw, “Named Leon’s network—judges, councilmen. We ain’t safe yet.” The air shifted, lust creepin’ in, wine glasses half-empty, weed smoke curlin’ from a joint Zoe passed to Jessica. Lilly’s eyes, wide and nervous, locked on Martin, her plaid miniskirt hiked, knee socks slippin’, blouse gappin’ to show her perky tits, nipples pokin’ through. Zoe caught it, smirkin’, “Lilly’s ripe, Martin. Time to pop that cherry, make her one of us.” Alex nodded, her halter top tight, wrist scars peekin’, “She’s ready, son. Show her what this family’s about.” Jessica, in her Lubbock High skirt, tie loose, tits strainin’ her blouse, giggled, “Fuck her good, Martin, make her scream.” I stepped close, grabbin’ Lilly’s chin, “You want this, girl? Martin’s cock’ll break you in right.” Lilly nodded, breath shaky, “I want it, Sheriff. Make me yours.”