Incestuous Lust Kindled
April 4th, 2027 -- Detective Nelson Tucker
I leaned back in the chair watching the video of Clint's wedding to Pam Hiragawa. My eyes studied it for the dozenth time. I had several pads of notes written on what I'd observed. There had to be
something
useful in it. Something we could grab onto. Every day, it felt like that bastard Clint was getting further and further from justice.
Protected by his powerful friends.
The small room, covered in our notes on the walls, felt stuffy. My shirt was rumpled. A layer of grime covered my skin. I needed to shower. To shave. Sleep. My eyes felt watery, but I just couldn't bring myself to leave. Not when this case needed to be cracked open so damned wide the DA would have to do something about it.
A loud knock wrapped the door. I grunted something, my eyes staring at the TV.
The door opened. "Hey, happy birthday, Tucker."
I grunted and looked up to see a bottle flying at me. I managed to grab it. I clutched a bottle of Johnny Walker Black, the whiskey sloshing around in it. I grinned at it and looked up to see Officer Nicholson in the doorway wearing his patrol uniform, blue jumpsuit, his heavy gun belt festooned with equipment from his sidearm to a taser, cuffs, mace, and more.
"So, this is what you detectives do, huh?" Nicholson said as he sauntered into the room, eyes flicking around. "Watching... Is that a wedding video?"
"Uh-huh," I grunted. The last person I trained before moving onto detective was Nicholson. A sharp, young man. He was nearly thirty now with the stripes of a patrol sergeant on his shoulders. "It's the life."
Nicholson laughed. "I'll say." He looked around. "So this is the whispered case the mighty Nelson Tucker's been working for the last year with nothing to show for it."
"Yep." My insides souring. "You here to bust my balls?"
"Of course," he said, grinning at me. "Damn, you look like shit. When was the last time you went home."
"Don't remember." I shrugged. "Ain't nothing there." I paused the video and looked up at him. "How's it going on the street?"
"Shittily." He leaned against the wall. "Playing catch and release it seems. I swear I arrest a guy at the start of my patrol and he's back out on the street causing shit by the end of it. What's the fucking point of humping it?"
I grunted. "Now your sister's in the shit?"
"She's as dumb as her brother," Nicholson said, a smile crossing his lips. "She's just out of probation. A boot no longer. She's on solo patrol. Working out in West Sacramento."
"Good to hear," I said. "Easy beat."
"It's all the shit these days. She spends half her time covering other parts of the city." Nicholson arched his back. "I'm thinkin' 'bout movin' on. Woodland's got an opening for a patrol sergeant. Might try and swing it with them."
"And get bored in the suburbs?" I asked.
He shrugged.
The door opened and my partner entered. Sunny Savage opened her mouth and then blinked at the sight of Nicholson. He gave her a nod and she responded with a flat one back, her youthful face a mask of stoic reserve.
"We need to change tactics," I said to her, sitting up. "We're being too damn cautious. We got to be aggressive."
"What are you thinking?" Sunny asked, her words cautious.
I grinned and told her.
* * *
July 17th, 2023 -- Cruzita MartΓnez
I was Cruzita GutiΓ©rrez no longer. My divorce might be over, but I still needed the soothing relaxation from the Lady's Touch Massage Parlor. I came at least once a week to relax and enjoy myself, usually on a weekday.
But today was special. My daughter had just turned eighteen.
"Just relax and enjoy yourself," I told her as she stood up to go back. "This will change your life. Just go with
whatever
Carmelita does."
My daughter, Laurita, gave me a strange look. "What does that mean, Mom?"
I just winked at her. "Enjoy. Happy birthday, Laurita."
"Mmm, I'll take care of you, pretty girl," Carmelita said, taking my daughter by the arm and leading her back. The masseuse had a similar shade of golden-brown skin to my daughter. A naughty tingle raced through me at the thought of Laurita having her first lesbian massage.
Or maybe it wasn't her first one. It was the twenty-twenties. Kids were supposed to be getting up to all sorts of things that worried parents. I never thought Laurita was doing anything, but then did my parents know when I lost my virginity?
"She's so cute," said Lee, speaking English. She knelt on her receptionist chair, wiggling back and forth. I had come to learn a lot about her. She had a Master who utterly controlled her in some strange BDSM relationship. She probably had a vibrator in her buzzing away, unable to cum without his permission. "I hope my daughter's that cute when she's that age."
"When she starts growing boobs, she'll stop being so cute and become a bit of a nightmare," I told her. "But Laurita mellowed out the last year."
"I think her daddy can keep her in line."
My usual masseuse, Juana, opened the door. She was Carmelita's younger sister, a cute girl in her early twenties, dark hair spilling around a lovely face. Her eyes sparkled. In Spanish, she asked, "Mmm, you ready, pretty lady?"
My pussy went molten. "Mother of God, yes."
I stood up, my pussy soaking my panties with my excitement. I never thought I would enjoy women so much. I didn't consider myself a lesbian, but when I was here, it just felt so right to be touched by, and to touch back, a woman. To have that wonderful release that a good orgasm could bring.
Nothing more relaxing in the middle of a busy workday.
I followed Juana back. She had a big smile on her face as she took me into the very last door. I had never been in this room. It had a sign on it that read "Employees Only" on it. I gave her a curious look as she backed in.