Employee Number Three

Heather Parker

I stared at the picture of my cousin April, her stage name listed as Ruby, in the small flip book Carson's pimp friend had left. I remembered when we were in high school, she absolutely did not want to depend on her dad for any money, and that was part of the reason she left Florida for Nevada to attend school at UNLV. Still, I had no idea she was doing this for money.

"Seems being a bartender wasn't paying April's bills," Carson said, with shock in his voice as he looked at a side profile of his sister in a black thong and garter belt, covering her bare breasts with her arm.

Like all the women in the family, my cousin was absolutely gorgeous. She could be a body double for Alissa Violet, except with green eyes. My cousin was tall, standing at five-ten and weighing around one-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds. She had natural and elegant C-cup breasts and a near-perfect hourglass figure measuring thirty-five by twenty-four by thirty-five.

Looking up from the page, I watched my cousin checking out my other cousin, his own sister. My pussy started to stir. On the strangest impulse, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and quickly dialed the number on the page.

With a bit of alarm in his voice, Carson asked, "What are you doing?"

I ignored the question as the phone was answered on the first ring. "Go for Derek," the voice said.

"Umm ya, hey Derek, this is Heather, Carson's girl. Can you set us up with Ruby?"

"Hey!" Carson shouted in shock, I quickly put my hand to his mouth.

"Ru-oo-bee, man, that girl is hot. Had her a couple times myself, she's one of the more popular escorts. She's booked at the Spearmint Rhino today if you want to drop by and see her in person first, but I can definitely send her over tomorrow. It's going to be two thousand for twelve hours."

"Not a problem. Just have her arrive at the hotel room by six p.m. I've got a date night in mind."

"No problem, Heather, and tell Carson to call me more often. We need to hang out sometime." Derek said before hanging up.

I set the phone down and looked back at Carson's slightly mad face. "You can't be serious, " he said with a stern tone.

"Oh, I am dead serious; I'm paying two thousand dollars to watch you fuck Ruby."

"My sister."

"So, fucking your mom and cousin is fine, but you draw the line at your sister?" I asked, laughing. Carson just let out a huff.

I rolled towards him in bed, putting my naked body on his, my cousin's cum still leaking out of my pussy. I straddled his hips and pushed him back against the headboard. I grabbed his soft cock and let out a soft moan as I pushed it back inside of me. I rode on top of Carson, feeling him harden inside me again. I looked deep into his eyes, saying, "I want to watch you fuck your sister the same way you fucked your mom." I gently kissed his lips, then moved to nibble on his ear. As I picked up my hip movement, pushing his hardening cock deeper inside me. I whispered into my cousin's ear, "I like to watch Carson. I want to watch you fuck a lot of women."

Sasha Crigler

I sat in the waiting room to see my OB-GYN back in Orlando to get the results of my fertility tests. I thought I would have to wait another month to test my fertility since the blood tests needed to happen during a woman's menstrual cycle. However, when Carson was in the hospital, I contacted the local fertility clinic in Jackson, Wyoming. I went to get my blood drawn in the hospital's lab. Now, my doctor had the results, and I was nervous about seeing them.

My whole life, there was only one man whose child I wanted to carry. As much as I love Carson and April, I never wanted Frank to knock me up. Getting pregnant with Carson was a stupid teenage mistake. Getting pregnant with April only happened because I wanted to try to stay with my son's father. The reality is I never loved Frank enough to ever want to carry his child. The only man whose child I wanted to carry was my own fathers, but his vasectomy ensured that would never happen.

Then I watched my handsome, strong, brave son put his life on the line to fight a bear to save Heather. It was the scariest moment of my life. All the fear a mother could ever face was about to happen right in front of me. The thought my son was about to die froze me in place as I watched the struggle.

But somehow, Carson won. Bloody and beaten, my son had fought the bear and forced it back. When I regained my senses, I helped Heather with Carson as we waited for medical help to arrive. Between the time my son was airlifted away and the time Heather & I arrived at the hospital; I noticed my feelings towards my son had changed.

I had wanted to provide him a child for being the man taking financial care of me, like my mother raised me to do, but fearing for his very survival I couldn't imagine my life without him. Not just as a mother losing her son but as a woman losing her lover. All fleeting thoughts over this past week and month were now dreams I was terrified of losing out on.

I wanted to be the woman in his bed, relieving him from his stressful day. I wanted to be the woman holding his hand on a date while we stared into each other's eyes, deeply in love. I wanted to bring another life into this world, not just as some obligation but because I wanted there to be more Carsons. By the time I reached the hospital, I knew I wanted to dedicate the rest of my life to my son and provide for his needs.

I knew Carson would take care of me no matter what. I didn't raise him with my mother's values. However, as I sat in my doctor's office waiting for my fertility test results, I was scared I wouldn't be able to provide Carson with absolutely everything. I was scared I couldn't give all of myself to my son. I wanted more than anything to give my son a baby, and soon, I would find out if I could.

Finally, a woman in her mid-thirties walked in. She looked like Cristina Yang from Grey's Anatomy, except with straight hair instead of curly. "Hello Sasha, nice to see you again. How is everything going?" she asked in the typical professional greeting. My doctor, Melissa, and I were closer than a typical doctor/patient, so this standard greeting slightly threw me off.

Before responding, I noticed she wasn't wearing her obnoxiously large wedding ring, so I decided to pry without being too obvious. "Oh, I'm doing good. How have you been, Doctor Cruz?"

Using her last name had the desired effect. Melissa's face frowned, partly sad and partly disgusted. "Actually, it's Doctor Cho now. Juan and I finalized our divorce just after Christmas, so I went back to my maiden name."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. How are you holding up?"

Melissa visibly held back a tear. "I've been getting through it."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweety," I said as I stood up to hug her. "We don't have to talk about that part, but at least tell me how your kids are holding up."

"Oh, they are taking it as well as can be expected. There is some anger, but hopefully, they get settled into a new routine." Melissa gave a half-hearted smile and changed the subject. "But hey, enough about me. So, you and Frank are trying to have more kids?"

"Well, I am anyway," I said with an uneasy laugh.

"Umm, okay, well, let's go over your results."

I sat and listened to Melissa go over the numbers of my test results, not really understanding what was being said. This definitely wasn't her first time explaining all of this, so when she was done with all the hard facts, she summed it up for me. "So Sasha, all your numbers put you in the ninety-eighth percentile of fertility for forty-year-old women."

"Okay, that sounds good, but what does that mean."

"Sweetheart, it means you're as fertile as the average twenty-eight-year-old. If we were to randomly select one hundred forty-year-old women, you would be the second or third most fertile in the group. I'm actually shocked your body hasn't broken through your birth control and had more kids already."

"Well, I'd have to be having sex to have been doing that."

"Hmmm, that sucks. So, are you going to start trying with Frank again?"

"No, not Frank; actually, I don't know what I'm going to do with him."

"Are you sexually active right now?"

"Yes..." I trailed off with a guilty look in my eyes.

"Your dad again? I thought he couldn't have kids," she asked. I had been very open and honest with Melissa about my history.

I smiled at the thought of my dad. "No, not dad."

"Frank's dad? I didn't think he could have kids either."

"No, not Thomas."

"Oh, so you picked up a new man; that doesn't sound like you. Do I know him?"

"Ummm, you know of him," I said a little sheepishly.

Melissa stopped to think for a second, but only a second before a look of recognition and shock spread across her face. "No?!" She said with a gasp, then leaned in to ask with a whisper, "Are you having sex with Carson?" I sheepishly nodded my head yes. "Is he the one you're trying to get pregnant with?" I again nodded my head.

Melissa sat back in her chair, taking in the new information. After a short moment, she leaned back towards me, saying, "Well, Sasha, as both your doctor and your friend, I must say I'm disappointed in you. Because, as your doctor, I now have to explain the dangers of having a child through incest."

Melissa paused, so I asked, "And why are you disappointed as my friend?"

She smiled, then looked down at the chart and said, "Well, because as your friend, when I saw you were coming in for a visit, I was HOPING you would set me up with your son. I haven't been laid since the divorce, and a young, attractive, rich man sounded like a nice time."

I laughed and smiled. I told Melissa, "It's a very nice time. Maybe I'll loan him out to you." Melissa playfully tapped me with the clipboard, then started explaining the genetic dangers of incest. The dangers turned out to be almost nothing if it only happened for one generation. She also explained that a woman's age and weight were a far bigger predictor of problems than first-generation incest. A scary thirty-three-percent increase of a bad outcome caused by a mother/son child was nothing more than increasing odds from a three-in-a-thousand up to a four-in-a-thousand chance of any particular birth defect as long as it was just a first-generation incest child. Since I had always maintained a healthy weight with no abortions or miscarriages, the only genuine concern was my age, which, considering my health level and fertility level, wasn't that big of a problem.

We wrapped up the visit, agreeing to make plans to get together for drinks sometime. Sitting in my car in the parking lot, I burst into tears of joy. The stress that I might not be able to have Carson's baby lifted as I felt an even more incredible outpouring of love for my son.

As I started the engine, the thought of going home bothered me. I really couldn't stand being with Frank anymore. I knew the marriage was over and had to imagine Frank did as well, but I wanted to talk to Carson before Frank. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I decided to go to Carson's house instead of mine.

April Crigler

Derek had been vague about this guy I was about to see. All he said was that his name was Carson and that his girlfriend had booked the appointment, which was fine with me. I loved working with couples.

I decided to wear as little as possible while still coming off as classy. I picked out a red sleeveless boat neck high-waisted mini dress with a cutout V in the back that stops just below my shoulder blades. The built-in bra was enough to support my natural c-cup breasts, so I didn't need to match a bra to my black lacy panties. I completed the outfit with three-inch red heels with laces that spiraled halfway up my calves and open toes to show off my white toenails that matched my white fingernails. I finished by setting my natural red hair in a high ponytail that barely reached the base of my neck; I then left my apartment to catch a cab ride to my date that evening at the Bellagio.

A short while later, the valet at the Bellagio opened my door for me. I quickly tipped him and the driver ten dollars each before heading to the elevator back to meet my dates for the evening. Looking at the room number, I recognized the floor and side of the building the room was on. I had spent a lot of nights on my back in those rooms. This area had a direct view of the Paris Las Vegas Eiffel Tower. I always loved that view. If I didn't like my date that night, I could distract myself with the Tower's lights while he pumped away at my pussy. However, if I did like my date and was enjoying the sex, the Tower's lights made it all that much better.

I got lost in thoughts of past rendezvous as my legs unconsciously guided me to the correct room number. I finally returned to reality when I found myself standing in front of the door number Derek had texted me. Knocking gently on the door, I waited for an answer.

I put on my best smile as I heard the doorknob start to turn. The door swung open. The person greeting me was a blond bombshell in an emerald green, shoulderless maxi dress with an exposed back all the way down to her waist save the two straps holding her dress on.

My love of the female form would ordinarily have given me pause to appreciate the incredible specimen in front of me, but instead of pausing, I was utterly frozen as I looked into the face of my cousin Heather.

"Good evening, April. It's wonderful to see you again, " my cousin said with a devious smile--the same one she had when we were growing up together - and she knew she had surprised me or caught me doing something naughty.

Recovering slightly, I managed to stutter, "He-Heather, I um, I, I thought you were with Carson in Wyoming."

"Oh, we made it into Vegas last..."

"CARSON!" I shouted as I saw my brother emerge from around the hotel room corner. Without thinking, I rushed past Heather and flung myself full force against my brother's body. Mom had told me about the bear attack, and I had been worried sick ever since.

"Ah, ah, ah, watch the arm, " he said as I pressed even harder into him. Realizing I was pressing into an arm in a sling, I adjusted my position before wrapping my brother in another giant hug, this time feeling his good arm wrap around my body.

"I was so scared when mom told me you had fought a bear. I couldn't sleep for days." I said as I pressed my face back into his chest.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm okay. In a couple of weeks, I'll be fully healed with a cool new scar. I won't even need this brace by the time we leave Vegas," my brother reassured me while planting a soft kiss on top of my head. Carson was always my safe place growing up. Any trouble I had, I brought to him, and he made things all better for me. Kissing the top of my head always made me feel safe.

I felt Heather's arms gently tug at me around my waist. "Hey, April, sweety, we need to fix your makeup real quick so we can make our reservations." Looking over at Carson, she added, "And you should probably change your jacket, lover." Lifting my head from my brother's chest, I saw that I had smeared his blazer with my makeup. I allowed Heather to lead me to the powder stool in the bathroom.

My cousin pulled out her makeup supplies and started working on fixing my face. I sat silently as Heather fixed my face until she finally broke the silence. "I bet you were shocked to see us."

"Yeah, that wasn't what I was expecting when Derek said he wanted me to go on a date with a couple." I thought briefly and then asked, "Did you just call Carson 'lover'?"

"Ummm, yes"

"So, you two are finally fucking?"

"What do you mean finally?" Heather asked in a slightly indignant tone.

"Oh, please. You and Carson have been into each other half your lives. Absolutely everyone in the family knew about you two in high school." I knew my cousin was blushing under her makeup.

"Ya, well, we finally did it for the first time yesterday. So that's a recent development."

"Ya, how was it?" I ask as a reflex. Heather didn't say anything; her face just took on a dreamy expression. "That good? Wow, so he isn't just a looker."

"Well, to be fair, I don't have many guys to compare Carson against."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I said, more than a little offended at Heather's implications.

"Oh, calm down, April; we talked about the dozen or so guys you slept with in high school. I always wished I could be more like you. Not sleeping with anyone between serious boyfriends wasn't a fun time for me, you know."

"Ya, you only watched."

"Hey, I like watching."

"You also like listening," I said, reminding Heather of a time when she begged to listen to me and my boyfriend having sex shortly after she broke up with her quarterback boyfriend. The guy was actually a client, not an actual boyfriend. I hadn't had an actual boyfriend since moving to Vegas.

I left my phone on Facetime with the volume all the way down. It turned me on knowing Heather was masturbating to me getting fucked.

For about twenty minutes after that, Heather and I caught up on a number of different things while she fixed my makeup. All the while, we could tell that Carson was getting impatient with us just on the other side of the bathroom door.

"It's all done. Let's go, " my cousin said as she put away her makeup kit.

Once we were done with the makeup, Heather and I joined Carson to head down to our dinner reservations at a restaurant on the patio overlooking the famous Bellagio fountains. It was a nice place, but I was bored, having been there a few dozen times in the past. I spent the time catching up on how my brother and cousin were doing. They laid down two big shockers on me. First, Heather shared the news that Carson had asked her to marry her in a very casual way. I knew they were into each other, but that was really fast. The other shock that absolutely floored me was that Carson was fucking mom. I knew about Mom's history but never thought she would be having sex with my brother.

After dinner, the three of us went to see "O" by Cirque Du Soleil, which was a fantastic show the first three or four times I had seen it. However, this was date thirty-something where I was taken to see "O" and had grown tired of it. I spent most of my time processing Carson & Heather's engagement as well as the fact Carson was having sex with Mom. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice the show had wrapped up. Carson slightly tapped my shoulder to get my attention.

"Hey, let's head back to the room, " he said with a sweet smile. I looked up at the brother I loved so much and nodded. I stood up and followed him out of the theater. Once back on the casino floor, Heather grabbed my hand and wrapped her soft yet muscular arm around mine. She talked to me about the show as we followed Carson back to the room.

When we returned to the room, Heather guided me to the bed with one hand and Carson to the bed with the other. She sat us down next to each other, then leaned over to Carson, planting a quick kiss on his lips before retreating to a nearby chair.

I looked over to my brother, who turned his head toward me. After a long moment, he said, "Well, this is weird."

I gave a nervous little laugh, saying, "Ya, just a bit." I wasn't actually nervous; I just knew how to play my part.

"Ya, I guess I pushed you guys together too fast. How about a drink?" April said as she got up from the chair and moved to the mini bar, where she picked out some whiskey shot bottles and handed them to us.

Once Heather sat back down, she looked at me and Carson and said, "Let's talk business real quick." My brother gave our cousin a look of surprise. Seeing this, I did as well, although I had already figured out what Heather might want from me if she brought up business.