Incestuous Family Secrets and Forbidden Love in a Wealthy Neighborhood Exposed

Author's note:
This is my second story. I'd like to repeat that Engllish is not my native language. So don't pester abou it. Also, this story is about incestuous sex. If that's not what you like, please move somewhere else. The story has a long build up. So, if you wanna get immediately to sex, that's not the place for you either.

Last but not least, I'd like to thank the girl who edited this story for me. She doesn't want to be named, but it's just fair that she gets credit for her work. Thank you very much!

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A MOTHER’S DISGRACE

Mark was still not used to the new house he was living in. He felt out of place in the luxurious neighborhood, and wasn’t able to adapt to the new school uniform. It was stiff and impeded his movement when he rode his bike.

Yes, the bike. The only thing in his life that had not changed. Yet. His mother’s new companion wanted to buy him a car as soon as he turned sixteen! Mark was still doubtful about that. I mean, given how rich that man was, he would have gotten a car that would make every girl’s head spin. Nevertheless, he was reluctant to give up his old, beloved bike.

It was not because it was particularly appealing or functional. On the contrary. The color had peeled off here and there, leaving areas of rust. The tires were worn to the point that they threatened to blow up at any moment. But Mark felt a connection to that bike, a connection even stronger now that he had been removed from the world he grew up in and that he so well knew.

In fact Mark had stolen that bike in a parking lot five years ago.
“Even back then it was a piece of junk!” he thought, with a smirk.
It was his first steal. The first of many. Not that he wanted to be a criminal, but it’s how things go in the poor suburbs where he was born. If you want something, you must find a way to get it, legal or not. After all, what can one do if there is not enough money in the family to even buy food?
Moreover, at that age, you’re not able to prioritize: you are simply aware of what you want! And filled with anger and envy if you cannot get it.

But Mark didn’t always steal for himself. He did it also to help his family out. It was the least he could do, with his mother who worked as a stripper in one of the worst clubs in the area and a father that was drunk at 9 am. He didn’t like staying at home. Too much yelling, fighting and the way his father reeked: simply too much to bear! Therefore he spent his leisure time hanging around with other guys like him, complaining about how harsh life was with them. To try and change that, they went out and stole what they thought they’d deserve. Like a sort of modern, selfish Robin Hood.

Mark smiled, standing before the wrought iron gate of the villa that was now his house, thinking of the old gang. They were very mottled. Two black brothers, with bony features and an evil look. Once you had gotten to know them, they were the most loyal and easy going guys on earth. But it was hard to get past their defenses. Not to mention risky: they were both muscular and strong, able to strangle a person with their bare hands…without feeling any regret. Then there was Luke, the son of a military man who was always overseas. He was his father’s shame and knew it. Not that it mattered, he had no contact with him. His mother had divorced him when the soldier got to know of her addiction to alcohol. Now Luke was living a life very similar to Mark’s: having troubles to get to

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