This is a work of fiction. My personal peeve with most incest stories is that the related hero and heroine have sex at the drop of a hat. This tale has a bit of back-story to ground our heroine and a slow build up. I hope you find the sex all the hotter for it.
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Kate cursed under her breath as she trundled her way through traffic. The 805 was at a standstill, cars inching along, always some fool cutting into the smallest of spaces to gain an extra foot or two. She could see flashing lights half a mile ahead so she knew the end of the jam was close, but it wasn't going to help.
Why didn't I get up fifteen minutes early like I planned?
She slammed on her horn as a big lifted truck swerved into her lane, just missing the passenger fender of her Mini Cooper.
"Asshole."
Denise is going to kill me. I'll probably end up doing inventory all day.
The day had started out nice. No hangover from the party last night was a blessing; especially considering she had lost track of how many shots Jen had foisted on her. The bar had been a blast, cute guys, great music, lots of free alcohol. Her fake ID hadn't even been questioned by the bouncer.
Maybe I should give him a call, he was hot.
Finally, she worked her way past the crushed Mazda that was blocking two lanes. The delivery van it had smashed into was already off on the side of the road, but rescue workers were still cutting the little car open with the Jaws of Life. She stepped on the gas and her Cooper shot out into the clear lanes ahead. If she hurried she might make it to work on time.
She was only five minutes late when she pulled into the parking lot of Morveux. Grabbing her clutch and her iPhone, she ran to the door. Denise was already helping a customer and looked up at her as she slid inside. One arched eyebrow and a slight nod at the clock was her only mention of the time. Kate mouthed she was sorry and put her things in the backroom. She paused briefly to look at the mirror and make sure her hair and makeup were fine and then went back into the showroom.
Damn, it's Jack.
Denise was helping Jack, one of their best customers. He was always in; looking for lingerie or a cute swim-suit for one of his girlfriends. Morveux was THE best boutique in all of San Diego. Any woman who wanted something special for the beach or the bedroom found their way to the shop tucked away in the middle of La Jolla. Lots of rich guys with no clue for fashion came in as well.
Jack was easy. He didn't come in very often and always knew what he wanted; but he liked to flirt with the salesgirls and gave great tips. Kate wouldn't have minded giving Jack some of the shop's special services.
When Kate had started the job during the last spring break she wasn't completely surprised by the extra attention some of the customers received by the staff. Her friend Jen had worked there a year ago and hinted at some of the things she was expected to do.
Most of it was the run of the mill: modeling the lingerie or swimsuits for indecisive men whose girlfriends always seemed to be 'about your size.' Kate knew that was complete crap. Most of the purchases those clowns made ended up being returned by a woman who couldn't have fit a single leg into the tiny thongs and Brazilian cut swimsuits she modeled. She didn't care, a little parading around in a barely there thong was always good for extra sales which meant higher commissions and many of the customer's tipped as well.
Some customers received extra special treatment. She shivered a little; sometimes that was a lot of fun, other times not so much. Kate quietly straightened a table of La Perla thongs, truly it didn't need much help, and eyed Jack. He had never asked for special treatment even though most of the girls had broadly hinted they were willing.
Jack ended up buying half a dozen sets of underwear. Kate knew he bought for different girls because there were always a variety of bra sizes. When he walked out of the boutique Denise sighed.
"One of these days I may just drag him into the changing room and give him a piece of my-"
"Ass?" Kate finished Denise's sentence and then laughed as the older clerk threw a bikini bottom at her.
"For him, just about anything would go. Just delicious."
"Slut."
"Takes one to know one." Denise smiled and then her pretty heart shaped faced turned into a frown. "Why were you late? I had to open on my own."
"Traffic. Some poor Mazda tried to take a Fed-Ex truck on and lost."
"Ok. Don't make a habit of it. I'd hate to have to let you go."
"Sorry Denise. I left with plenty of time. It was totally out of my control." Kate didn't think Denise was serious. But she made too much money working at the boutique; nothing short of stripping would be anywhere close. Plus she would lose her employee discount.
"Don't worry. I'll take dibs on the specials today."
"Fine."
The two girls changed some of the displays, bringing out new bikinis and g-strings, moving some items from the front to the back of the racks. Moveaux was known for its great selection, but sometimes re-arranging made old things new again.
It was a slow morning. A handful of the rich, bored housewives, looking for something to either keep their straying husbands interested or something to tease the gardener with, who made up the majority of their clientele. They were always willing to spend money, but two of them sat around for an hour drinking their Soy Caramel Macchiatos and ignoring their brats who managed to mess up most of the displays. Kate had to bite her tongue from telling the botox injected bitches to mind their heathen children, and only smiled as she rang up the massive amount of frilly things they bought, most without even really looking at them.
It wasn't until almost noon that she glanced at her phone. There was the usual pile of texts from Jen and Maria, her best friends, chatting about their morning; a couple from some guys she couldn't really remember giving her number to, were quick deletes; a small smile as she read Derek's, that boy knew how to flirt; and ... shit. Her mom reminded her that Justin, her cousin, was coming over and she had to be there for dinner.
"Denise?"
"What's up hun?
"Any chance I can get off a little early? I've got a cousin coming into town and my mom wants me home for dinner."
"Late and leaving early." Denise shook her head. "What kind of crappy girls do I hire these days."
"That's not fair. Lots of the customers like me."
"They like your pretty little ass in a thong and your pretty little mouth around their cocks."
"Bitch."
"Slut." Denise laughed. "No problem sweetie. Today is a little slow anyway. So, what's the big deal? Is he a kissing cousin?
