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.

"April, stop me if I'm wrong, but you have a pretty good idea of what needs to be done to get some of these mega deals done when there is close competition."

Confirming my suspicion, I perked up and replied, "There are a lot of dicks that need to get sucked. Getting contracts done where the margin between competition is microscopic usually comes down to... personal relationships. I've been the girl sent in to close the deal a few times."

"Exactly, and you just finished your undergraduate accounting degree at UNLV. Would you be opposed to getting your master's at Central Florida?"

"Not necessarily, I was planning to stay in Vegas because I have established clients here. I didn't plan on moving until after I got a CPA."

"Understood, but I was thinking you could get your master's degree at UCF while you work as an accountant and 'closer' for Carson."

"You want me to suck a few dicks to help Carson close his deals?"

"Yes," my cousin nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay, so what do I have to do to get this job," I said, looking at my brother beside me. Carson looked at me, then back at Heather.

"This is the first time I've heard this, so exactly what was your plan, Heather."

Heather tilted her head to the side, thinking for a moment. "How about a base pay of $1,000 weekly with a commission on deals you help close."

"Hmmm, that's not enough. I probably make more with my current job," I said, sitting up straighter on the bed. I lifted my right leg, allowing Heather a peek at my panties as I crossed my right knee over my left. I was in full-on negotiation mode now. There was one thing I wanted, and it wasn't money.

"Okay, I'll sweeten the deal; you can have sex with Carson whenever you want," Heather said with a smirk.

"Oh, as long as you get to watch, I assume."

"Well, I don't always have to watch." She said with a wink.

Carson decided to speak up, saying, "It's strange how the women in my life don't even bother to ask if this is something I want to do." Heather and I both ignored him. We knew he was right, but we also didn't care.

I thought for a moment, then responded, "No, your offer isn't good enough."

Heather perked up, excited that I was even entertaining the idea. "Oh, how about $1,500 a week?"

"That's better, and I won't take a dime less, but you won't be able to buy me with money."

Heather sat for a second, thinking. After a short moment, Carson spoke up. "Sis, I'd like you to come work for me, so what would you like?"

I gave my brother a satisfied smirk before leaning in to hug him with my left arm. While resting my head on my brother's chest, I said, "Carson, I really don't mind the idea of having sex with you. It doesn't bother me at all." Sitting back up, I looked at Heather and continued, "However, sex with men is kind of like fucking a warm dildo to me. It gets me off, but it's not all that exciting."

I waited for my cousin's face to change to a look of recognition. I smiled deviously as Heather's face morphed into a look of open shock as she said, "You're a lesbian?"

"I'd say I'm bi-sexual but strongly prefer women." I looked back at Carson, who now looked more confused than anything.

My brother asked, "So, what is it that you want?"

I leaned over towards my brother and started unbuttoning his shirt from the top, exposing his broad chest as I said, "I'll close your deals and let you fuck me whenever you want. As compensation, I'll take the $1,500 a week plus commissions. You will also pay for my master's degree and one more thing." As I finished with the last button on his shirt, I turned and looked back at Heather. "I want to have sex with you, my dear cousin, and I hope it becomes a regular thing."

A look of shock, confusion, and lust all flashed across Heather's face as I finished listing my demands. From my side, I heard my brother say, "It's not easy to get into Heather's panties. It might take you a few months of trying, and I can't guarantee that you will actually get there."

We both turned our attention to Heather, who now looked very sheepish. "I... I don't know about that."

"So, you don't like women?" I asked.

"I've only kissed women; I've never had sex with one. Also, I'm going to be Carson's wife; I want to be faithful to him." She said, recovering some of her composure.

"That's too bad." I said as I stood up, "I kinda wanted to know what my big brother's dick felt like." I started to walk back to the door, Heather yelled, "WAIT!"

I knew I had her; I just needed to land the deal now. "Yes?" I said in a coy voice.

"You haven't passed the job interview yet. How do I know that you are worth it?"

I walked up to Heather's chair and knelt next to my cousin. I picked up her hand and kissed her open palm before moving it to my cheek. "Sweety, you know I'm worth it. What you don't know is I've always been in love with you, just like my dear brother is in love with you."

"Okay," she said, still slightly tense, "then you need to interview for the job."

"And how would you like me to interview?"

"You need to fuck Carson. If you do it well enough, I'll consider letting you try to seduce me."

"Why do the women in my life never ask me if I want any of this," Carson said for a second time, and for a second time, we ignored him.

"Hmmm, so you want me to give you the kinky satisfaction of watching a brother and sister fuck, but you won't guarantee me anything?"

Heather looked down sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

I paused for a second. This wasn't as done of a deal as I thought. However, I came up with a quick solution on the spot. "How about this. If I get the job, you have to allow me to try and seduce you for as long as it takes. As for tonight's interview, you go sit in the bathroom, and I will Facetime you to let you watch me and Carson have sex. I don't want you watching in person until you do the next part I will ask."

"What's the next part?" Heather asked cautiously

"Oh, that's the best part; it's the part where I get your tongue on my pussy." I paused for dramatic effect as Heather squirmed in her seat. "If after we have sex, you then come out of the bathroom and eat Carson's cum from my pussy, then I'll let you watch him fuck me in person for the rest of your time in Vegas. That way, we both get something we want. If you don't eat the cum, then I'll still fuck Carson while you're here, but you won't get to watch. When it's time to go back to Orlando, you can tell me if you still want me to come work for Carson or not."

Heather looked back up at me. It was all I could do not to instantly melt as my eyes met hers. I was so in love with those eyes and always had been. She was clearly trying to form a thought, so I just enjoyed looking at every adorable feature on her face while she contemplated.

"So, all I have to do is eat Carson's cum from your pussy, and you will let me watch you guys for the rest of the week?"

"That's it, sweety." I leaned in and hugged my cousin, pressing our breasts together before starting to nibble on her ear, saying, "Do me this small favor, and you can watch your fiancée fuck his sister all you want."

I started running my hand through Heather's hair and moved my mouth to her neck. I planted tiny kisses on her neck as I felt her body become less and less tense and easy to my touch. It didn't take long before I heard a soft, meek "Okay." I smiled to myself, knowing I had won.

I hugged Heather, stood up, and guided her to the bathroom. In the bathroom, we connected our phones through Facetime. I closed the bathroom door behind me and set up the phone with a clear view of the bed.

As I walked over to Carson, he had a look of disbelief on his face. Not shocked or confused disbelief but more of a 'why are these women so crazy' disbelief. That was just fine with me; I was at work just now. While my brother was the most important person in the world to me, I didn't feel any sexual attraction towards him, but it didn't matter; I knew how to handle men and how to make them believe I was head over heels in love with them. Taking off my big girl panties and getting to work for my brother wasn't going to be an issue.

"Hey April..."

I put a finger over Carson's mouth; I wasn't going to let my client talk his way out of sex. That wouldn't lead to the payday I wanted. "Carson, don't talk. Just let me do all the work." I said as I straddled his lap, feeling my panties-covered pussy make contact with his slacks. "Let me take care of my big brother the way a woman should take care of a man."

I looked into my brother's eye and thought to myself Damn, he has beautiful eyes; I'd be so in love with him if I liked guys just a tiny bit more. I slipped my hand under Carson's open shirt and pushed back, removing it from his body as I leaned in to plant a soft kiss on my brother's lips.

Carson responded only a little to my kiss. I kissed him again, this time rubbing my hands up his muscular body and slightly rocking my hips to grind my pussy down onto him. Two more soft kisses and Carson opened his mouth a little. I gently brushed my tongue against his lips.

I ground my pussy against his hardening cock; this time, Carson moved his good arm up my back on the outside of my dress. I sat on my brother's lap as his hand moved up the back of my dress; finding the zipper, he slowly worked it down my back until it was fully undone. I pulled back from my brother just a tiny bit and shrugged off the straps of my dress, exposing my perfect tits to him. I watched his eyes drift away from my face and toward my breasts. "Like what you see?" I asked in a playful tone.

My brother gazed at my tits with a hungry look in his eye. "Hmm, these are very nice," Carson said, lowering his head to my right breast and taking the nipple into his mouth. On cue, I moaned as I felt the warmth of his mouth envelop my nipple as my brother softly suckled on my tits.

I cued, "I love it when my big brother plays with me." Carson's dick jumped in response to my words; yep, my brother has a full-on incest fetish, I thought as I enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on my nipple. I kept grinding my pussy into him.

Carson moved his mouth from one breast to the other and back again while his good arm found its way to my ass and cupped it while I kept moving my hips back and forth in his lap. I softly kissed his neck and broad shoulders, whispering little come-ons into his ears as I felt his dick press against his pants, trying to get into my pussy.

After a few more moments, I stood up and let my dress fall. I quickly glanced at the camera, giving Heather a small wink, then back at Carson. Looking at him with a slight smile, I said, "Big brother, it's time to take off your little sister's panties." The audible moan I was looking for came through the bathroom wall, letting me know Heather had just rubbed out her first orgasm.

Carson reached towards me, hooking his thumbs inside the elastic before pulling down. I got a thrill exposing my pussy for the first time to my brother. I'd thought I had gotten past that thrill of being exposed to a man, but Carson brought it back as I stepped out of my underwear and pushed my big brother back onto the bed.

I lovingly went to my knees and took off Carson's shoes and socks, then rubbing my hands up his legs, I moved towards his belt. I watched my brother's head as he laid down on the bed, feet handing off the edge as I unbuckled his belt, then removed both his underwear and pants in one practiced motion. Once the pants came off, I lightly put my nails on Carson's legs and gave a soft scratch as my hands worked their way back to his dick.

I quickly inspected Carson's cock and thought to myself that it looked perfect for riding. It is big but not too big, and it is well-maintained. By instinct, I turned towards my purse to get a condom before quickly turning back towards Carson. I remembered my reward was for Heather to eat Carson's cum out of my pussy, so I might as well blow him bareback as well.

As I lowered my mouth to Carson's cock, I moved my hands up to his chest. My pussy tingled a little bit as I felt his muscular frame underneath my hands, going up his abs before settling on his chest. My brother's dick stuck up like a flag pole as I softly released my breath on it, letting him feel the heat and anticipate my next move.

Rubbing my hands all over Carson's chest, I started planting kisses at the base of his cock, slowly moving up to the tip, getting slower and slower as I reached the top. With the tip of Carson's dick pointed towards my mouth, I opened as wide as I could, allowing his cock to pass through my lips but not touch anything. I felt Carson squirm as he felt the heat of my mouth all around his cock but was denied the sweet release of being touched.

I played with my brother's anticipation a little more, moving one hand up to his mouth and letting him suck on my finger. After another moment, I lowered my head a little more. The first contact was the tip of Carson's cock against the back of my throat.

"Ohhh, April, that feels good." He moaned, followed shortly after by another moan from the bathroom. I pressed further, allowing his cock to spread my throat before closing my mouth. As my lips made contact with the base of his cock my tongue made contact all at once, covering the underside of his dick in one move. "Oh, shit, April, holy shit, damn, that's nice," Carson said as the moans from the bathroom were now continuous.

Carson started thrusting upwards; I relaxed my throat and repositioned myself, letting him slide right in and out. I kept my lips locked around the base of my brother's cock as my tongue moved around and around, licking every part it had access to. Before long, I noticed the signs of him coming, so I quickly pulled back and released his cock with a big plop.

"Damn, Carson, you're such a stud; how did I get a big brother as hung as you," I said in a girly admiring voice that my clients went crazy over.

"I don't know; I'm just lucky, I guess," Carson said, slightly gasping for breath as I straddled his hip, brushing my pussy against the head of his cock.

I helped Carson sit back up, his feet still on the ground, with my knees on the bed, barely holding on as my pussy hovered over his dick. Leaning in towards his ear, I said in a soft, seductive voice that was still loud enough to be picked up by the phone, "Are you ready to feel your little sister's pussy?"

"Yes," Carson said. I looked down at his cock and had a sudden realization that it had been years since I'd let a man fuck me bareback, and that was only the first couple of months I had been on the job. I was on birth control but still nervous about letting a bare cock back inside of me.

I looked back into my brother's eyes, eyes I loved even if it wasn't romantic love. He was always my safe space, the person I went to whenever anything went wrong. I knew that if anything went wrong, Carson would fix it for me. I slowly lowered myself and, for the first time in ages, felt a thrill as a man entered me.

We both let out a soft moan as Carson's cock entered my body, followed shortly after by a louder moan from the bathroom as Heather hit another orgasm from knowing her two cousins we finally fucking.

"Damn, you feel good," I said as I started moving my body up and down Carson's dick. "Just let me do the work, uuuuuggh. Let me fuck my big brother." I moaned as I worked myself up and down. I felt an orgasm fast approaching, the taboo nature of everything really getting to me. Carson wouldn't be the only man to make me cum, but he would be the only one to cum inside of me in a long-long time, and the thought was driving me wild.

I squeezed my pussy around Carson's dick, feeling him bottom out against my cervix, then moving back up to the tip before dropping myself again on my big brother's cock. The feel of real man flesh ignited something primal in me. I wrapped my arms around my brother, hugging him as tight as I could, feeling my breasts push into his bare chest as his good hand supported me from below, holding some of my weight by cupping my but.

"Oh, big brother, you feel amazing!" I yelled as I got into a rhythm. He really did feel good; bare cock felt so much better than condoms. I felt every vein and his heat as I felt myself working towards my own orgasm.

"April, I'm going to cum."

"Just a little longer; I'm almost there," I said, gasping as I felt him start to take control and power his hips, pushing his cock into me. I was almost there; this was the best sex I'd had with a man in ages. I loosened my grip around his chest and brought my forehead to his. Looking Carson in the eyes, the realization that this wasn't just another client and I was actually enjoying sex with my brother hit me all at once. I let out a loud squeal before clamping my lips onto his as I screamed my orgasm into Carson's mouth.

Lost in bliss, I was vaguely aware of my brother pressing himself hard into me and firing his hot cum directly into my womb. I felt the twitch of his cock as my insides heated up from the exchange, and we both fell onto the bed with me on top, keeping my lips locked to his. For the first time in years, a man had cum inside of me, and it was my own brother; the thought let me ride out my mini-orgasms for a little longer before I slid off of him and laid out on the bed.

I laid back and enjoyed the post-coitus bliss, breathing heavily when the room suddenly got brighter as the bathroom door opened, allowing the light to shine. I watched as my way too sexy cousin Heather walked around the corner, completely nude, sweating, and her hair a tangled mess.

"Hmmmm, come get your fiancée's cum." I said as I moved further up the bed and spread my legs, allowing Heather access to my pussy.

Carson moved up the bed to my side. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips as our cousin positioned herself between my legs. I moved one last time so that I was leaning against Carson as Heather stared at my pussy in the dim light of the room.

I was extremely nervous; the tongue I wanted more than any tongue in the world was about to lick my pussy. I felt my heart rate go up and more sweat start to form on my forehead, but I calmed down when I felt my brother's hand take mine, and his good army cradled me. Carson was my safe space; I relaxed into him and watched the lights of the Vegas Eiffel Tower as Heather dipped her head one last time and licked a woman's pussy for the first time.

"Oooo," I moaned, feeling Heather's tongue lick the cum that had already spilled out of me. My cousin rotated her tongue around my vulva, finding every stray drop of cum, bringing me closer to an orgasm. Far too soon, she switched to scooping Carson's cum out of my vagina, thrusting her tongue in as far as it could go, and pulling my brother's cum out of my pussy and into her mouth.

I bucked my hips into Heather's face as she literally ate me out, her tongue combing every part of my sex, seeking every last drop cum; it wasn't long before I was on the verge of coming again. I reached up and pulled my brother into a kiss as Heather kept working my pussy. Less than a minute into the make-out, I let out a full-on scream into Carson's mouth as Heather's tongue pushed me over the edge to the most intense orgasm of my life.

I passed out on the bed, completely losing consciousness. When I woke up, I found the room completely dark with the blinds closed. I was on Carson's left side, and Heather was on his right. Both of them were asleep. I turned onto my side, wrapping my left arm around my brother's chest, and fell asleep, nuzzled into his shoulder.

Carson Crigler

Daylight was coming in from the windows, the blinds had been pulled open. I was slowly coming back to consciousness with my mind still groggy, but one thing I could clearly since was a warm heat around my dick.

Looking down, I noticed my sister April, still nude from last night, giving me a vigorous blow job as the fog in my head started to clear. From the corner of my eye, I notice my cousin Heather standing by the window, also nude. She slightly touched herself as she watched April give me a blow job.

Heather noticed me wake up and walked over, leaning down to plant a kiss on my lips. "Good morning, lover. How did you sleep last night?" she asked.

"Pretty well, but I'm being woken up even better," I responded.

April pulled her mouth from my cock and, in a very matter-of-fact way and said, "Good morning, big brother, don't mind me down here. Heather wouldn't give me a good morning kiss. Now I need some of your cum so she will be forced to make out with me to get it." April didn't waste any time returning to my dick to try and suck all the remaining cum out of me.

I leaned back and just enjoyed the sensation of the blow job while Heather lay next to me and pressed her breasts into my arm as she gave me little love pecks on the side of my face and neck. I had achieved having sex with two women at the same time during my pickup artist world tour, but this was much better. I didn't love those women I had talking into threesomes, but I loved these two so much that I would be happy to be in the same room as them, even if we weren't having sex.

I enjoyed the sensation of having the attention of the two women for roughly five more minutes before April managed to bring me to orgasm. Heather locked her lips onto mine, while April locked her lips around my cock as I fired multiple ropes of sperm into my sister's waiting mouth.

Sated, I relaxed on the bed and watched the two girls sit at the edge of the bed and swap my cum from inside of April's mouth to down Heather's throat. After my cum was clearly gone, the two still kept making out until they both ran out of breath.

Thirty minutes later, I was showered and dressed in casual clothing to go out for the day. While in the bathroom, I called up Derek, and after a round of talking about how good my sister, aka Ruby, is in bed, I got him to set up a sunset helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon for us later that day, complete with an early dinner on the canyon floor. When I got off the phone, I told the girls to dress nice for the evening, sexy but not slutty, and to keep their dresses and skirts short but not too short. I made it sound like we were going to a fancy restaurant and a nightclub.

Next, I called the Bellagio front desk and got us a table for brunch. Then, I set Heather & April up with a six-hour spa trip, complete with a massage, hot tub, manicure, pedicure, facial treatment, hair appointment, and professional makeup for the evening.

We ended up eating brunch at the same restaurant we had eaten at the previous night, but now the glass floor-to-ceiling doors were open, giving the place a much fresher feel. We didn't talk about anything too important; I just tried to pretend to be interested as the girls had their girl talk.

Once brunch was done, I walked the girls over to the spa but pulled Heather aside to ask her a question before I left them to have their spa day. After leaving the girls, I walked to the diamond ring store inside the Bellagio.

"Hello, young man. How can I help you today?" the store attendant said. She was a thin woman around fifty with a round face and a very pleasant smile.

"Hello, I am looking for an engagement ring," I responded, matching her smile.

"Oh, how wonderful! Come, come, come--we have to get your future bride the perfect one." She said she rounded the display corner and took me by the hand to lead me over to another display across the shop. "By the way, I'm Lindsay, and you're in luck. Every man I help find a wedding ring stays married for life."

I chuckled a little. "Is that true?" I asked.

"Of course, it is true, every single one is still married or stayed married until they died. Just... don't sweat the details on how long that might have been."

I laughed again. "Well, it looks like I came to the right woman."

I spent the next hour discussing different rings with Lindsay before finally settling on two: one with a princess cut and one with a round cut. Both attached to a simple gold ring, but with matching diamond-incrusted wedding bands.

"Are you sure you want two instead of picking one right now? You know we don't give full refunds on returns." Lindsay said as we were at the cash register.

"I'm sure I'll take them both."

"Alright, then, that will be forty-eight thousand for the princess and forty-five thousand for the round," I called my bank and authorized the transaction to pay the ninety-three-thousand-dollar bill. I thanked Lindsay again and left for the valet at the front of the Bellagio, where Derek had a man waiting for me. I handed the man the rings and a thousand dollars, then took a cab to the Rio Las Vegas, which had the reputation of being the best poker spot in town.

My spot at the Rio tables was waiting when I got there. I played for a few hours and was up three thousand when a dad on vacation called "all-in" and raised me by five thousand. Reading his expressions and looking at the cards, I knew he had the winning hand. A prudent gambler would fold, but I still had decent cards. I was feeling generous, so I called, immediately showing my two pair. With a triumphant face, the dad showed his full house. The man cheered, clearly excited to have such a big win. I applauded the man and took the opportunity to leave the table. The more experienced gamblers at the table gave me nods of appreciation; they knew the tourists needed to keep having fun so the money would continue to flow. I walked out of the Rio down two thousand on the day, but still happy that it's been a fun afternoon.

Returning to the Bellagio, I got a quick shower and shave before getting dressed in a black pinstriped suit and tie with floral accents and a purple tie. Thirty minutes after I finished dressing, the girls called to say they were waiting for me at the valet.

As I arrived at the valet, I noticed Heather first, and my heart skipped a beat. My beautiful cousin was wearing a stunning sleeveless red dress with black lace on her shoulders and coming down to her waist. Holding the dress together was a red tie that cinched around her waist. The satin red dress covered her breasts but left her back mostly bare, with only delicate black lace crisscrossing her back. The red dress went all the way down to her white high-heels in the back but stopped a few inches above her knees in the front. It was the perfect balancing act of classy and sexy.

As I approached my cousin, I could tell she was amused by how in awe I was of her perfect outfit. "So, did I nail it, or did I nail it?" she asked.

I placed my hands on her waist, leaned in, and planted a loving kiss on her lips. "You nailed it. I've never seen a woman look more beautiful than you do right now." Now, it was my turn to watch her blush.

"Ya, well, you look pretty good yourself." She said in a more bashful tone than she probably expected.

I turned my attention to my sister standing next to us and noticed her dress for the first time. "I see you ignored the elegant and not too slutty that I requested" April was wearing a pink mini-lace dress with a spaghetti strap and a built-in push-up bra that left a lot of cleavage in view and absolutely no back until it reached the bottom of her shoulder blades. The dress itself was full lace on top of a slip. It had frills at the bottom and ended well above the halfway point of her thigh.

April just stuck her tongue out at me over the comment as the valet opened the door to the limo. Once in the limo, the girls told me all about their spa trip, and I played along, keeping them distracted as we left the Vegas city limits on our way to the helicopter pad. Roughly thirty minutes after we left, we arrived at the pad and stepped out of the limo.

"Oh, I thought we were going to a nice restaurant," Heather said as she saw where we were.

"Ya, really, I didn't get dressed up just to fly in a helicopter." Said April

"You barely got dressed at all." I quipped at my sister, earning a punch on my hurt arm.

"Ahh, easy, easy. We are going to a nice dinner; we just have to travel a little bit further."

As we walked up to the helicopter, three men approached us, one taking photos as we walked towards them. The man with the camera lowered his camera as we reached them. "Hello, I'm Chris; you must be Carson." He said as he reached out to shake my hand. Then, turning to the girls, "And you must be Heather, and you Ruby." He correctly identified the girls even if he did use my sister's alias. He gave each girl a European-style peck on each cheer before turning towards the two men who were clearly the pilots. "This is Adam and Mark. They will be flying the helicopter for us, and I'll be taking the pictures for your special occasion."

"Ummm, what special occasion?" Heather asked, looking at me with a puzzled face.

"Oh, no big deal. We are just having dinner on the floor of the Grand Canyon," I said as I reached out and held her hand in mine. Chris gestured for us to follow him to the helicopter. A few minutes later, we were strapped in and lifting off.

Chris, in addition to being our photographer, was also our tour guide. We listened to him narrate over the speakers as we flew to and over the Grand Canyon. The view of the Canyon was amazing in the late afternoon. The contrast between the gold and red peaks and the deep shadows forming in the lower canyon floors created an incredible sight.

The helicopter descended to one of the canyon floors that still had sunlight. As we got closer, I could see a table and a mobile bar set up on the Canyon floor. The pilots landed the helicopter a few dozen yards away, where we disembarked.

Once off the helicopter, the pilots removed their flight jumpsuits and revealed waiter outfits while Chris led us to the round table, which was a perfect size for three. After being seated, Chris resumed his duties as our photographer while Mark and Adam pulled our dinner out of the helicopter's storage area and served us a three-course steak dinner, complete with drinks from the bar.

Heather, April, and I relaxed and enjoyed our appetizers and steak while marveling at the surroundings. Immediately after dessert was served, Chris tapped me on the shoulder. "Carson, it's time. We only have a few minutes of light left."

"What's he talking about, Carson?" Heather asked.

I didn't respond right away. Instead, I stood up and shook Chris's hand. After shaking my hand, Chris patted me on the shoulder with one hand to distract the girls from seeing him slip a small box into my jacket pocket with the other hand. I turned to Heather, extending my hand, and simply said, "Follow me."

Heather took my hand and stood up from the table, then followed as we walked to the canyon floor area with the most light. Looking at Chris for my cue on where to stop, he finally motioned. I stopped in an area I could tell had the distant canyon walls perfectly framing me and Heather.

I had discarded my sling for this trip so I could use both arms. Turning towards my cousin, I took both her hands in mine, and with more nerves than I expected, I started speaking.

"I know we talked about this already, but you deserve to have it done right. Heather Parker, for as long as I can remember, you have made me happier than anyone else in the entire world. I love you more than life itself. I can't imagine my future without you and don't want to try. So, Heather." I got down on one knee and pulled out the box Chris had slipped into my jacket. I watched Heather's eyes swell with tears as she covered her mouth. I lifted the box towards her and opened it, revealing the round-cut ring. "Will you marry me?"

I heard an audible gasp from my sister to the side as Heather vigorously shook her head up and down, managing to squeak out, "Yes, yes, I'll marry you!" I took the ring from the box and slid it onto Heather's outstretched hand. Standing up, we embraced with a kiss before she turned towards my sister, who was jumping up and down in excitement right next to us. I watched as the girls gleefully hugged each other. Mark and Adam clapped for us in the background as Chris took more pictures of the special occasion.

After a few minutes, we returned to the table to finish dessert, but a funny idea struck me as I looked down at the table. It was a very sturdy table that was just the right height to fuck someone on. "Damn, whatever I'm paying Derek, it's not enough." I accidentally said out loud.

"What was that?" April asked, even though the smile on her face told me she clearly heard me.

Turning toward my sister I said "Hey Ruby, could you take Chris, Adam and Mark to the other side of the helicopter and give them very special tips?"

"Ohhh, do you want some alone time with your fiancée? Hmmmm, I guess I can tip those three gentlemen for providing us with such a fine evening, " my sister said before turning around and gesturing to all three men. "This way, boys. I have something special for you three."

I turned back toward my fiancée, who had already sat herself on top of the table. "Great minds think alike," I said with a smile.

"That they do." She said as I leaned in and kissed her. While kissing, I reached up her dress to start pulling down her panties, only to find she wasn't wearing any. "Sorry, babe, I had to be at least a little slutty." She giggled.

"I'll let it slide," I said as I started falling to my knees.

"Hey, don't worry about that," Heather said, keeping me from going down. "Just go slow, okay?"

"Okay," I said as I took off my bottoms and stepped back between my cousin's legs. I lined up my cock to her pussy and then looked into her eyes. "Heather, I love you. I want to raise a family with you."

"I love you too, Carson." She said as I slowly slid my dick inside my hot cousin's pussy. Heather gasped as I entered her hot depths. There was no need for words, no need to get wild. I leisurely moved back and forth, enjoying the connection with the love of my life while being surrounded by one of nature's greatest marvels.

It wasn't long before he heard April yelling, "Come on!" and moaning as loud as she could while she got railed by three dudes on the other side of the helicopter. Heather and I simply giggled at the absurdity of it as I kept slowly working in and out of her pussy.

I picked up my pace, thrusting inside of Heather; she giggled at me, "Oh, so that's what you want to do." She said with a smirk. "Oh, oh, oh, come on, Carson, fuck me harder, baby, fuck me harder!" she yelled.

From the helicopter, April yelled back, "That right, you beautiful man slut, shove that huge dick inside of me, oh oh oooooooo!!"

Heather and I both busted out laughing, causing me to slip out of her. Once we were done laughing, Heather held my dick in her hand and guided it back to her pussy. "Hey, just focus on being with me." She said with a smile on her face.

"Okay," I said, leaning in to kiss her as I started thrusting in and out again. It was a slow fuck, but it didn't take long. Heather's pussy gripped my cock as I thrust in and out of her. Her lip on mine. Our tongues in each other's mouths. I was quickly approaching the edge as I felt her dress's soft, smooth satin in my hands.

I started to pick up the pace for real this time, pressing myself against Heather harder as we moved to rest our heads on each other's shoulders. She pulled me in tighter with a hug as I used my hand to move her hip in rhythm with my thrusting cock. "Do it, Carson, cum inside me."

"Oh, you want my cum?"

"I want all your cum."

"You want my cum in that hot pussy?"

"Yes, yes babe, cum inside my hot pussy, fuck a baby into me. Get me pregnant, Carson!" that yell sent me over the edge as I thrust into Heather one last time and unloaded my baby makers inside of my cousin's pussy. "Yeeeeees," she sighed, reaching a soft orgasm of her own.

"I love you, Heather."

"I love you too, Carson."

We held each other, allowing my dick to soften and eventually slide out of her pussy, as we listened to the sounds of my sister getting fucked.

The trip back to Vegas was enjoyable; all four of us men had very satisfied looks on our faces, while April looked every bit the slut she was, with her makeup, hair, and dress all in shambles. Next to her, my fiancée still looked the part of the elegant woman, leaving no sign that my cum was running out of her pussy and down her leg.

When we returned to the hotel, I asked April if she could stay at her own place for the night and then join us again in the morning. She agreed, leaving me to take Heather back to our room. Once in our room, Heather called her two sisters, mother, and even her father to tell them the news of our engagement.

I also called my parents. Mom gave me a big heartfelt congratulations mixed with some jealousy, while Dad simply said, "That's great, son; I just hope your marriage turns out better than mine." From Dad, there was clearly hostility he was holding back, but he tried not to show it.

After the phone calls were made, Heather and I had another round of soft lovemaking before falling asleep.

The next several days of the vacation went as you would expect a normal Vegas vacation to go, with a few notable exceptions. In addition to shopping, eating, gambling, and shows, we ended up going to a strip club to watch April perform. She was good at it, catching the whales' attention on the pole and soaking them for thousands in the back rooms. Heather bought me a lot of lap dances just so she could watch a bunch of different women rub themselves all over me.

However, what was most fun was April's attempts to get Heather to make sexual contact with her. Heather wouldn't kiss or feel up April, so April kept finding little hiding spots to give me a blow job so that Heather would make out with her. I blew my load into my sister's mouth multiple times, then turned around and watched my sister feed my cum to our cousin. A few other times, April pushed Heather off of me during sex so I would cum inside her pussy instead. Right afterward, I got to see my sexy cousin retrieve my sperm by eating out my sexy sister, or in one case, scissoring her, with April on top, dripping cum into Heather's pussy. It was interesting to see April get mind-blowing orgasms from Heather's tongue. However, while Heather seemed to enjoy the games and physical contact, she never reached an orgasm with April.

Only one other thing of note that happened. On our last full day in Vegas, I got a call from my best friend, Josh.

"Hey buddy, I haven't talked to you in months, you still too busy changing the world to hang with me?"

"Carson, man, I've missed you. We definitely need to find some time to hang out, but I actually don't have much time to shoot the shit right now. This is a business call, buddy."

"Oh? Is the new company doing that well or floundering?"

"It's doing amazing. We got our proof of concept done months ahead of schedule, and it's working beautifully. The partners and I are actually opening up for series A funding so we can finish all the beta testing and put a minimally viable product on the market. The seed money is still good to go for another eight months, but we can't scale up to the next level without some additional cash. I was calling to offer you the chance to invest."

"Josh, you have perfect timing. A few days ago, I hired a new employee to help me negotiate these contracts. Right now, I can't get to San Francisco myself, but I can see that she is on a plane there tomorrow. She will send the details to your secretary."

"That sounds good, man. Hey, I hate to cut this conversation so short and not spend any time catching up, but I really have to go. I miss you, buddy. I'll talk to you later," Josh said happily.

"Miss you too, man, later," I said, finishing the conversation and hanging up the phone.

I knew Josh had always had a major crush on my sister April, and I also knew he had never managed to sleep with her. In fact, he had never slept with anyone until we were already out in San Francisco. One night, I chatted up two of the waitresses I'd been flirting with for months. I dumped the less attractive one onto Josh, helping him lose his virginity, while I sealed the deal with the attractive one. After that, Josh became much more skilled with the ladies and did better for himself than the average man, although he was no pickup artist.

Sending April to negotiate the terms would be a good test to see if she could do the job I wanted her to do. Using my friend's long-time crush to get an extra point or two of equity in his company might be an underhanded tactic, but at the same time, most men would make that sacrifice to have their teenage crush thrown into their bed.

That night, I went over the details with April and booked her flight to San Francisco. After the conversation with April, Heather informed me that she needed to go to Miami instead of Orlando to help her mother with a few things and get her own stuff from her parent's house, which had been put up for sale. I changed her flight to Miami, somehow managing to book all three of our flights within thirty minutes of each other.

On our final morning in Vegas, I kissed both girls goodbye at the airport and boarded the plane to take me back to Orlando.

Sasha Crigler

I placed the final stack of paper on top of Carson's desk and grabbed my things as I prepared to lock up the office after having spent the day going over more listings and talking to more agents about residential properties for sale that looked like good deals. I'd worked every day since coming back to Orlando. More time was spent viewing houses in person and looking for opportunities in the apartment complex nationwide. I had even started talking to large commercial lenders we could work with to buy apartment complexes valued at more than Carson was worth. I was doing anything to stay busy... and I wasn't going home. I was living in Carson's house.

I still had not returned to the house that I shared with Frank. I hadn't called, and he hadn't called me. I didn't want any part of that marriage anymore. But I was also scared. I was afraid because now that I had achieved my goal of getting Carson to marry Heather, I didn't know where I fit into his life anymore. I had grown to love my son as a man, and my feelings had taken off on their own, well out of my control. The thought that I wouldn't be his woman hurt far more than I ever imagined.

Before stepping outside to lock the door, I straightened up my mini-skirt, pulling it down to its full length just above mid-thigh. Even though I was working alone, I still followed Carson's dress code. Carson had set the dress code as a joke, but I was still going to follow it and make any bitch that worked here follow it as well.

After straightening my skirt and adjusting my blouse, I walked to the gym on the other side of the shopping complex. Since Carson owned the building, he worked out a deal with the gym owner to get me and him private dedicated lockers so we could store days' worth of fresh clothing there at a time.

In the gym, I stripped out of my work clothing, including my thong. The locker room was empty, so I took a moment to inspect myself. I cupped my breasts, feeling around for anything unusual, but let out an audible gasp when I pinched my own nipples. It had been well over a week since Carson last fucked me, and I was starting to get very horny.

Finding my breasts okay, I moved my hands down my body. I felt my obliques and abs, noticing they were a little softer than I wanted them to be, although you wouldn't know that by looking in the mirror. Keeping my hands moving, I eventually reached my pussy, which had a fresh Brazilian wax, leaving it wholly hairless and smooth.

I had already been in the locker room too long, I knew I was at risk of being discovered, but I couldn't help myself. Tentatively, I gave my clitoris a soft stroke, instantly feeling the sensation fly up my loins. "Oh shit," I gasped as the sudden shock brought me back.

I turned to the locker where I had placed my work clothing and grabbed my workout bra and pants. I skipped the panties. Today was supposed to be an arms workout, but instead, I was going to work out on the stationary bike.

Leaving the locker room, I noticed the eyes of half the men in the gym briefly look at me, and the other half not so briefly look at me. It sent a thrill through my pussy, knowing they all wanted to fuck me but that Carson was the only one I was going to allow access to. Basking in the attention, I walked over to the stationary bike and hopped on.

I picked the bike with the narrowest front to it. The workout was set for fifteen minutes, and I started peddling. Instantly I was in bliss as the fabric of my pant worked against my clit. My legs pushed my pussy to one side of the narrow bike head then my other leg pushed my pussy back in the other direction.

I started off slow; for several minutes, I let the slow and steady rhythm of the workout warm my body. Sweat started to gather on my body from both the workout and the arousal. I let out soft moans as I kept up the pace.

Seven minutes into the workout screen changed to elevated terrain, the bike's resistance got harder, and so did my pussy grinding. I push myself harder and harder into the seat, letting out slightly louder grunts, while I hoped the people around me just assumed I was just working hard.

With two minutes left to go, the program increased resistance again; I pushed even hard, riding the edge of orgasm; I abused my poor clit and violated the bike's seat as I moved my hips just a little forward, trying to get any penetration from the tip of the seat. I rubbed my pussy back and forth on the bike, trying to beat the countdown timer to orgasm.

As the counter entered the last ten seconds, I was desperate to get off when the thought struck me of how much Vicky wanted to be Carson's wife, how lucky Heather is to be engaged to Carson, and how much I wish I could be the one marrying my own son. I let my mind slip to my son, imagining him holding a child we made together and calling me his wife. The idea sent me over the edge, I let out a massive gasp as my orgasm overtook my body, and I gripped the seat with both my legs and pussy.

Luckily for me, the workout timer had gone off at the very moment of orgasm, so hopefully, the people around me thought I had just been pushing myself on a workout. Even through my orgasm, I had managed to keep my legs spinning at a slower pace as the cooldown timer was now counting down.

When the cooldown was finally done, I got off the bike with wobbly legs and noticed for the first time what a mess I had made of the seat with my pussy juice. Two years without any sex whatsoever, and now I can't stand being celibate for a week. What has my son done to me? I thought as I grabbed the paper towels and spray to clean up the seat. Feeling my workout pants completely soaked through, I decided to call it a day and head to the mall to find a few new outfits. I took a shower and packed my workout clothes into a small gym bag in the locker before dressing back up in my work attire and headed for the mall.

At the mall, I made my first stop at Victoria's Secret, the same as I had done every day since returning from Wyoming. I picked out another complete lingerie set as well as some more cute underwear. I was rebuilding my wardrobe. For some reason, I didn't want to wear any intimates that Frank might have seen me in at any point. I felt the same way about my outer clothing as well. I made another trip inside a few clothing outlets I hadn't thoroughly scoured yet and came out with a few new outfits to add to my newly developing wardrobe.

On the way back to Carson's house, I kept the routine I had fallen into. I picked up ingredients from the grocery store for dinner and called a friend or two I had not chatted with in a while. I had no idea when Carson was coming back. I figured it would be a while now that he and Heather were engaged. They seemed to be having a great time in Vegas with April.

When I pulled up to the house, I hit the garage door opener, pulling my car into the open parking spot before unloading and taking my groceries inside. I set the vegetables near the cutting board and got the vegetable knife to prepare the meal. As I was getting ready to chop, a man's voice called out, "Hey."

I quickly spun in place. I had not noticed anyone there. I held up the knife and pointed at the sounds. Standing in front of me was my son, wearing basketball shorts and a T-shirt. "Carson, you scared me," I said, setting the knife down and walking to my son to give him a hug. Carson embraced me in his arms, wrapping them around me as he kissed the top of my head.

I separated just enough to look up at my son. He responded by leaning down and enveloping my lips with his own. Instantly, I melted into the kiss, feeling his stubble on my face, taking in his scent, holding his strong body, feeling so small next to him. I took it all in as my son kissed me. It was the reassurance I needed to know I still had some place in his life.

When the kiss stopped, I looked into my son's eye and said, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Mom." I returned for another kiss as he finished, pressing my lips to his. I opened my mouth a little and flicked my tongue against his teeth. Carson opened up and let me invade his mouth as I worked my tongue across his while his tongue came out and worked its way inside my mouth. The thought that my son was inside me again, even in such a small way, caused my pussy to start dripping as we enjoyed the French kiss for a bit longer.

Finally separating from him, I said, "I'm making dinner. Are you hungry?"

"Starving, I haven't had anything at all today. The plane flight was early, and I just slept the whole way home. Then, I slept some more when I got home. I only woke up because I heard you in the kitchen."

"Ah, sorry about that; I've been sleeping over here since I got back from Wyoming."

"Oh? Things with Dad are that bad?"

"Yaa, but can we talk about that a little later? I want to hear all about what happened after I left."

"Sure."

I made dinner as Carson recounted his entire trip, and he didn't leave anything out. I learned about his friend Derek for the first time. He told me about the impromptu marriage proposal to Heather and then the spectacular proper one. He told me about all the shows and restaurants that I just have to try, but the most shocking thing he told me was what a whore my daughter is. It wasn't that I didn't already suspect April of being a complete slut; that much was obvious, but I didn't think she was an actual whore, or that Carson would leverage that for his business purposes.

"Wow, that's a lot to take in in a short amount of time," I said to Carson as I collected our empty dinner plates and took them to the sink.

Carson got up from the table and followed me to the sink. I started rinsing the plates and silverware before placing them in the washer when I felt his hands gently curled around my hips. I leaned into Carson, putting my weight into his stomach, and looked up at him. He lowered his head and planted a gentle peck on my lips, then moved his arms up, hugging me across my chest as I held his arms.

"Hey, your cut arm looks better."

"Ya, I should be able to do everything other than lift weights with it now."

"That's good," I said as I planted kisses all around the scar. Then, suddenly remembering something, I quickly spun around in Carson's arms and looked up at my son. "Hey, I have some great news!" I said with the voice of an excited teenage girl.

"What that?"

"So when I stopped my birth control last month, I scheduled an appointment with Doctor Cruz, who is now Doctor Cho since she got her divorce; anyway, I had fertility testing done, and it turns out I'm as fertile as a woman in her late twenties."

"Really, so what's that mean?"

Giving my son a sultry look, I said, "It means I should have no problem conceiving a child."

My son let me go for a second and playful rubbed his chin with his hand, just saying, "Hmmm." Then, with a sudden move, Carson bent down and hoisted me over his shoulder with his good arm. "Time to go, " he said as he started towards the staircase.

"Oh, help, help, I'm being taken by a caveman." I playfully protested from the shoulder of my son. I'd always dreamed of being taken like this, and it was even more fun than I had imagined. Carson effortlessly hauled me up the stairs and flung me onto his bed. I had already removed my shoes and jacket, leaving me only in stockings, a mini-skirt, and a blouse when I was laid out on the bed.

Carson quickly pounced on top of me, pinning my arms to the bed, then planted another intense kiss on my lips. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth as he started unbuttoning my blouse. I slide my tongue into Carson's mouth, this time with more fiery intensity. It felt like we were trying to eat each other's face when my son finished unbuttoning my blouse and sat back up, pulling the blouse to the sides, exposing my red lacy bra and flat stomach.

Carson pulled me into a sitting position so he could reach around and unhook my bra. At the same time, I worked my fingers into his basketball shorts and started pulling down. I felt my bra come loose at the exact moment Carson's dick sprung free. His beautiful cock was already fully erect as I leaned down and took him into my mouth. As my tongue touched my son's cock, I felt a sense of pride and joy, listening to him start to moan in pleasure. There was no gentle technique this time as I vigorously bobbed my head up and down on the top half of my son's cock, completely coating him with my saliva.

"Ohhh, you feel so good, Mom." I loved my son's praise as he held both his hands on top of my head, steadily pushing me down a little further, but only for a minute. "Hold on, hold on, hold on," Carson said as he separated himself from me.

A string of saliva formed between my mouth and his cock, as if even my spit didn't want to stop pleasuring Carson, until it finally broke, and my bra fell off my breasts, exposing me to my son. Carson picked up the bra and flung it aside, then forcibly pushed me back onto the bed.

I laid there looking up at the ceiling as Carson's hand moved up my legs, finding the side zipper to my mini-skirt. I slightly lifted my hips as Carson unzipped my skirt, then pulled my skirt and panties down together. I lay on the bed, fully exposed to my son. I sped my legs and looked up to see Carson eagerly undressing. In no time, he was between my open legs, ready to enter the pussy that gave birth to him.

Pausing for a second, I felt the tip of Carson's cock make contact with my pussy lips. My wonderful son looked into my eye, melting my heart. "Are you ready for this, Mom?"

I leaned up, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Yes, sweety, make me a mother again." Carson pushed his hips forward, and I felt my son's cock enter my vagina again, making me whole. I gasped as he worked himself inside of me, penetrating me until his tip pushed against my cervix and his balls rested against my ass.

I lost myself to Carson's rhythmic motion, the fire that had been building in my loins for over a week, finally being put out with my son's magnificent cock. The thought that I was able to get pregnant for real this time acted on my mind, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. It was also pushing my son, "Oh shit, almost there." Carson said between thrusts

"Do baby, cum inside me, knock your mommy up. I want to feel you put a baby in me!" I shouted as I locked my legs around Carson's waist, not letting him escape my pussy. "Do baby, do it, make me a mommy again!"

Carson thrust as deep as he could and shouted to the world his conquest as I felt my son empty his balls into my fertile womb. Feeling Carson's cum inside me triggered my own orgasm. I simply yelled, "I love you!" while my world went hazy then dark as my body was in a state of pure ecstasy.

While recovering with Carson's full weight on top of me, I could only think that he had done it. My baby boy had really tried to get me pregnant for real this time. He laid claim to me in the ultimate way, and he wasn't going to stop until he got me pregnant, and he might not stop until I can't get pregnant anymore.

The thought was so wonderful; providing Carson with as many babies I could was all I wanted in life now. It filled me with warmth and joy as I continued to clinch my pussy around my son's cock, while his chest pressed into my breasts. It should have been the happiest and most content moment in recent memory, if not my whole life. However, sadness was welling up inside me. I had been suppressing it all week, and now it was bubbling out. Days, months, years, a lifetime of frustration suddenly came to the surface.

As I lay underneath my son, my thoughts drifted to my husband, Frank... and I cried.

Carson Crigler

I really had not expected crying to be the result of having sex with Mom again. The sex was a little rushed, but I thought it was pretty good for what it was. It took me almost thirty minutes to calm her down enough to get her to talk to me. When she finally did start talking, we talked for over four hours about everything, but most importantly, we talked about Dad as Mom laid out their entire life together, from the time they met in high school all the way to the present day.

The four hours had been broken up several times, with Mom crying for another five minutes or so before getting on with the talk. By the end of it, it was well past midnight, and Mom was clearly emotionally drained. I held Mom in my arms as she drifted off to sleep.

After Mom was asleep, I wrote a note telling Mom I'd be back later before sneaking out of the room, grabbing some paperwork, and heading to my car.

Once inside the car, I called my aunt.

Claire Crigler

I wasn't pleased with my nephew for calling me at two in the morning, especially since my workload had been piling up. Yet, I was still very excited to learn he was on his way to my house. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I just thought it would be my brother Frank who initiated it instead of his son Carson.

As a thirty-one-year-old single woman, I had done well for myself. I graduated from law school at the age of twenty-two and became a partner in my law firm by the age of twenty-seven. However, the entire reason I moved to Orlando and stayed here instead of taking a much more prominent position in New York or Miami was for this very night that was happening now.

With it being so late, I decided to give my nephew a little thrill. After hanging up with Carson, I got out of bed and fetched my bathroom robe. I sleep in the nude, so I glanced at my body as I passed the bathroom mirror. I noticed my raven black hair was still relatively straight as it rested on my shoulders, while the tan I had been developing on my otherwise pale white skin was coming in nicely. I'm about five-foot-five inches tall, with c-cup breasts, and weigh around one-hundred and thirty pounds. Ten pounds overweight but not too bad as I checked out my thirty-two twenty-four thirty-six figure in the mirror. Years later, my kids would look at pictures of me from this time and say I looked like Brett Cooper.

Turning away from the mirror, I put on my robe that extended to my ankles and tied it around the center before heading to the kitchen and starting a pot of coffee. The coffee finished right as I heard a knock on my front door. A quick peek through the glass front door let me know Carson had arrived. I opened the door and greeted my strong, handsome nephew with a hug, wrapping my arms around his midsection as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"I'm happy to see you; I don't think you've visited since last year."

"Ya, sorry about that; I really should have visited you sooner after I moved back to Orlando, but the past two months have been hectic."

"Come on in, honey, some coffee just finished. Would you like some?"

"Yes, please, I'll take it black."

"That makes it simple," I said as I poured two black cups of coffee. When I walked back towards Carson, he was already sitting at the dinner table. I set the coffee down, sat down myself, and crossed my legs, giving the illusion of a flash as my robe came undone halfway up my thigh.

"Okay, honey. It's really late. Let's catch up at a later time. You need something, or you wouldn't be here so late."

"I do need something, it involves dad."

"I see," I said, keeping the poker face I had developed from years of litigation, but inside, I could feel my heart racing. Does this have something to do with your mom?"

"Yes."

"Is she fucking her dad again?" I asked. Of course, I knew she was fucking other people.

"No."

"My Dad again? I didn't think the old man could still get it up."

"No, she isn't fucking Grandpa Crigler again." That one honestly shocked me. I knew Frank was on hard times financially, and that witch of a wife he had would start sleeping around again. Confused, I asked.

"Well, who is she fucking?"

Carson stayed silent for a moment before saying, "Me."

I let out an audible gasp. I really didn't think Sasha would have sex with her own son. However, a sense of jealousy also came over me because, lord knows, I had always thought of getting him into bed.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm awake now. Let's start from the beginning--both of us."

Carson and I talked for about two hours, getting out all the details of how his sexual relationship with his mother had started. He also told me about his engagement to Heather; I grabbed some whiskey and toasted him on his engagement; we all knew Carson and Heather were hot for each other and made a fantastic match. However, the mood came back down when Carson told me of his mother's "Motivation" technique. I now hated the woman more than ever. I knew she was emotionally torturing my brother but didn't think she was physically doing it as well.

On my end, I admitted to a lot of things. I told Carson of how when I was only sixteen, I had spied Dad fucking Sasha's throat. When I told Frank about it, he broke down and cried in my arms, confessing the sad state of his marriage. Frank was twenty-seven at the time, and I was only sixteen; it was a lot for me to take in, but my heart was ripped to shreds listening to how much pain my brother was in. I had decided then and there that I would save him somehow, but I never got the chance to do so while he was still living in Miami. Frank changed jobs from being a mechanic, which he loved, to being a banker so he could make enough money to please his wife. The banking job moved him to Orlando when I was still just eighteen.

I wanted nothing more than to save my brother, so I decided if money was the issue, I'd make a lot of it. I graduated high school a year early at seventeen, then went scorched Earth on my studies, getting my undergraduate degree from Florida International University in just two years. I was accepted into the University of Miami's law school and graduated at the age of twenty-two. I passed the bar the same month I graduated from law school, then took a job in Orlando to get close to Frank and worked my ass off to make partner. I had all the money anyone would need to be happy; my brother wouldn't even need to work if he didn't want to; I'd take care of everything.

"Man, our family has some fucked up secrets," Carson said after he had a chance to take all the information in.

"Yep."

"At least we haven't murdered anyone."

"Yet," I said with a smirk, thinking about Sasha.

"Hey now, you might lose the 'who is my favorite aunt' competition if you kill my mother."

I smiled and thought of Vicky for a minute. I liked her far more than Sasha; she at least hadn't slept around on Cory. Thinking of Cory led me to remember when I had tried to seduce him during one of the real estate deals I handled for him. He turned me down flat and gave off the impression that he might actually be a closeted homosexual.

"Look, Carson, I am happy we got all this out in the open, but the sun is coming up in the next hour. I assume you came here because you wanted something from me, not just to chat about family drama."

"Yes, I want you to be outside waiting for when I take the divorce papers to Dad. They are already filled out; they just need to be signed. Mom wants a few keepsakes, like the photo albums and her real estate awards, but Dad gets everything else, including the house he is living in, which I am going to gift back to him."

"I see, so your mom didn't want anything else."

"Nope, she doesn't even want her clothes. While I was gone, she built herself a new wardrobe at my house."

"So why do you want me there?"

"I know you love Dad more than a sister should. I get the feeling you have romantic feelings for him." I sat silent. Carson had nailed it on the head. I loved my brother like a schoolgirl with a major crush, and I had let that crush dictate the direction of my whole life.

I nodded. "Yes, I do love him and want to be more than his sister."

"Okay, so when I'm done talking with Dad, hopefully, the divorce paper will be signed. I don't want him to be alone when that happens. He will desperately need someone there, and I want that someone to be you."

My heart started racing again. I had worked my whole life to be there to catch Frank when he finally fell down like this, and the moment was finally here. However, there was one thing I also desperately wanted, and it was the same damn thing every woman in our fucked-up family wanted.

"I can do that, Carson, but before I do that, you have to do something for me."

"Ya, anything."

Looking my nephew straight in the face, I said, "I need you to fuck me."

My nephew's expression wasn't disgust or even surprise; it was more annoyed like he had been in this scenario multiple times and was just vexed that it was happening again.

"Don't get me wrong, Aunt Claire. I think you're beautiful, but isn't Dad the one you want."

I stood up and stood in front of Carson, untying my robe and let it fall to the ground, exposing my body to my sexy nephew. Carson leaned back in his seat as I straddled his lap. Face to face, I told my nephew my deepest secret.

"Carson, I will be a loyal girlfriend to my brother. I will never cheat on him or betray his trust; I want to start a family with my brother and give him many kids. However, what I also want more than anything is you. I want you to put a baby in me. I know your mom does, as does Heather, your aunt Vicky, and your other cousins, Lily and Sara. The women of this family are hopelessly in love with you, even your sister April, if she is honest with herself. Before I commit myself to Frank for the rest of our lives, I want you to take at least one shot at getting me pregnant. I want to make a baby with you."

Carson's whole body was stiff as I lowered my bare pussy down into my nephew's lap and started grinding on his hardening dick through his gym shorts. Carson wasn't moving very much; I could tell his upper head was thinking of a way to back out, so I focused on drawing as much blood as I could to his lower head.

I pressed my breasts into his chest, and I lowered my head and kissed his neck. I worked my kisses down his shoulder, then back up to his neck, moving up to his ear while my hands gently scratched his back with my long nails.

As I kissed my way up Carson's neck, I reached his ear and started to nibble on my nephew's ear lobe. As I softly moaned into my nephew's ear, I felt his strong hand wrap around my waist... and push me away.

"What's wrong?" I asked

"You really want to be with dad?"

"Yes, I want to save my big brother and give him the life he deserves."

"Then we can't have sex; I've already hurt Dad too much."

I was worried about this. I knew his mother must have worked him over for a while before sealing the deal. I couldn't see Carson helping his father's wife cheat unless the temptation had been pushed really hard. Before he arrived at my house, I had thought about multiple ways to manipulate this situation. I decided the truth was going to work best for my nephew.

"I won't lie to your Dad, Carson. I will tell him we had sex. If he doesn't want me around after that, that's his choice. However, I won't even offer my help if I can't have you at least once."

"Seriously?"

"Dead serious. I don't plan to be around to be a breeding bitch for you like the rest of the women in the family probably will be, but I want at least one shot with you. I won't fully commit myself to any man until I've had you at least once."

My nephew didn't say anything. For a long moment, I sat naked in his lap, waiting for him to react. Finally, Carson let out an exasperated sigh, placed his hands under my butt, and stood up, taking me with him.

"Yay!" I squealed as my nephew carried me to my bed. Once in the bedroom, Carson tossed me into the middle of the bed, and before I had stopped bouncing, his head was between my legs, tongue assaulting my pussy.

"Oh," I moaned as his tongue moved in circles, covering my pussy lips. My mind went into a state of bliss and sensation. Carson's rough hands moved up and down my naked body, stopping to squeeze my breasts before moving on and holding my neck, then back down to squeeze my breasts again, as his tongue kept exploring my love tunnel, always teasing my clit but never giving it relief.

"Oh, please, please, please," I begged as my hands reached behind Carson's head, pushing his face deeper into my crotch. I felt my nephew's tongue trace a line to my clit, and instantly, my world turned black as my eyesight fled; the only sensation in the world registering was his tongue on my clitoris. I distantly hear myself let out a series of expletives, come-ons and gasps as my mind was overwhelmed with the sensation between my legs. My nephew expertly worked me to the edge of orgasm and cruelly brought me back, only to build me up again and bring me back down.

When Carson finally allowed me to cum, he locked his lips onto my pussy lips and worked my clit with the broad side of his tongue while the tip wrapped around into my vagina. I hear myself letting out a loud, ear-piercing yell as my legs tighten around my nephew's head. The sensation was so intense I couldn't breathe, and the world got dark as my lungs expelled all its oxygen in an explosive orgasm. I lost consciousness.

When I woke up a short moment later, I realized my naked nephew was face to face with me, softly kissing my lips while his soft cock was gliding off the top of my pussy.

"Ready for this?" he asked as he started to kiss my neck.

"Fuck me, stud," I said in the sultriest voice I could manage.

Carson pulled his hips back and angled himself down to enter me. I pushed my hips up to meet his thrust. The world moved in slow motion as I felt the soft tip of Carson's head easily slip inside me, parting my vaginal walls that were all too ready to receive his seed. In just two thrusts, my sexy nephew was balls deep and pushing against my cervix.

Carson hooked my right arm under my left leg and used it as leverage to pull me towards him. In this position, his dick curved to the side inside me, hitting spots that only toys usually get. I moaned in pleasure as my nephew started to fuck me.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh God fuck me!" I yelled as Carson's dick moved in and out of my hot pussy lips. "Oooooh, I want your baby so bad, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, aaaawwww!" I yelled.

"Ugh, is that what you want, ugh, to be my breeding bitch?"

"Ohhhhh fuuccckk, yes, breed this bitch, make me pregnant."

"Damn, my aunt is such a slut."

"Your slut, aww, I'm your slut. Put a baby in meeeeee." I again hit another orgasm and started to lose consciousness. As I began to lose all control of my body, I felt Carson moving me around. When I had regained consciousness, I was on my knees with Carson's hand, grabbing my hair and pushing my head into the bed. He was pistoning in and out of my pussy from behind.

"Ohhhh, do it, stud, do it, fuck your aunt like the bitch she is, cum inside me, make me pregnant, ooohhhhh Caaarrrsson!"

"Almost there. Are you ready for this? Beg harder bitch!"

"Cum inside me, cum inside me, ooohhh fucking hell knock me up, give me your baby, dooooo itttt, ppllleeeasssee! Oohhhh Carson, I love you, claim my fucking womb!"

"Ha, you love me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, more than an aunt ever should; I fucking love you, and I want to make more of you, fuuuuccckkk, knock me up."

"Tell me how much you love me." I could feel Carson's cock get even harder inside of me as he kept thrusting.

"I love youuu so much, I'd do anything for youuuuu."

"You would have my baby?" Carson asked as his cock kept thrusting in and out of me.

"Yes, yes, I will have your baby."

"You would join my harem?" he said as he flipped me over onto my back and immediately buried himself back inside of me.

"Yes, I'd be one of your bitches in waiting if you want me to." Carson's cock got even harder as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me with each thrust.

"Will you fuck whoever it is I tell you to fuck and no one else?"

"Yes, yes, yes, this pussy is yours, all yours."

"For the rest of your life?" He asked as he kept pounding into me.

"For the rest of my life, just give me a baby!"

Carson's pace picked up even faster. I could feel his cock start to swell inside of me, bringing me to the edge of another orgasm. Carson pushed into me with one final thrust, and I felt rocket after rocket of hot cum splash against my cervix, sending my nephew's seed straight into my fertile womb. The feeling tipped me over into another orgasm.

The orgasm caused me to lose consciousness again, but this time, I didn't wake up for a while. When I finally regained consciousness, the sun was already starting to poke through the curtains. I found myself nuzzled up against my nephew's chest, with his arm draped around me. I sank into the feeling of being held by my nephew and fell back asleep.

Carson Crigler

Aunt Claire's bedside clock was showing 10:50 a. m. when I finally woke up, with my nude aunt still snuggled into my side. I stayed in bed staring at the ceiling for a while, dreading what I would have to do today because today I'd have to get my Dad to agree to divorce Mom and sign the papers. Part of my big plan was to have Aunt Claire catch him emotionally when everything went down. I had a feeling she might have a romantic interest in Dad; however, I wasn't banking on it; I just knew she would be there for him. What I really wasn't expecting was for her to want to fuck me and have my kid. I honestly wasn't too happy about cuckolding my Dad a second time before he even formed a romantic relationship with his sister. I had to use the talk of making a baby just to stay hard and get me off. Aunt Claire was cute, but I didn't love her the way I do Mom, Heather, and April. Eventually, I shrugged it off; what was done was done, and now I had to prepare myself for what would come next.

I slipped away from Aunt Claire and towards the bathroom, where I took a piss and then hopped into the shower. Shortly after starting my shower, my nude aunt opened the shower door and joined me. We didn't say anything to each other; we simply washed each other's hair and bodies, with my Aunt Claire giving extra attention to my cock.

When we finished rinsing off, my aunt looked me in the eyes and slowly dropped to her knees. She gently took my cock into her mouth, softly suckling on me as I grew harder with each stroke of her tongue. Once I was fully erect, she stood back up and leaned against the wall, signaling for me to mount her from behind. I grabbed my aunt's hips and slowly worked my erection into her pussy to the sound of her soft moans. Ten minutes of soft thrusting later, I grunted one last time, burying myself balls deep into my aunt as I let loose more of my baby makers into her fertile womb.

We finished cleaning up, ate a small breakfast, and briefly reviewed our plan before taking separate cars to Dad's house.

Frank Crigler

It was late morning when I saw it was my son's car pull into the driveway. Fucking ass, fucking shitbag, mother fucking piece of shit. I thought to myself as I raised the beer to my lips and took another drink. I didn't have a job, I didn't have a wife, and I didn't really have a will to live anymore. For some reason, blaming it all on my son felt like the right thing to do; after all, he was fucking my wife while I hadn't been laid in years.

I stumbled to the door with just an open robe and boxers on. As I turned the corner to the hallway with the front door, it started to open. Carson stepped inside the house. Without thinking, my arm was in motion, my drunk mind unable to stop what I was doing. The beer bottle in my hand was all of a sudden flying through the air toward Carson's head. Carson ducked at the last instant as the bottle sailed past him and crashed through the front door window behind him, leaving clear and brown glass all over the ground.

"Waad du you waant you soon of aaa bitch?" I managed to stammer out. Carson slowly walked towards me. As if seeing a ghost, I shouted, "Nuuooo, stay away. " I stepped backward away from him. He kept getting closer, and when he was an arms length away, I balled up my right fist and took a swing at my son.

Carson ducked under my swing and suddenly rushed me. Before I knew it, I was wrapped up, unable to move. I struggled, trying to get free while pounding on Carson's back. Carson just held on as my brain caught up to the situation. My son wasn't wrestling me; he was hugging me.

"Dad, I am so sorry," Carson said, still hugging me tight.

"Fucking bastard," I said, my first clear words of the morning.

Carson kept hugging me, repeating, "Dad, I am so sorry."

"Whhhyyy, whhhy, I loved you so much," I said, tears forming in my eyes.

"Dad, I am so sorry," Carson said again, his voice cracking. Even in my drunken haze, I could tell tears were starting to form in his eyes as well.

"Carson, why?" I said softly before hugging my son back as we both cried.

Fifteen minutes later, I managed to vomit up some of the alcohol as Carson made us coffee. After we drank the coffee we only talked for about thirty minutes. In truth, there wasn't much to talk about; we both knew my marriage to Sasha was over and that she was having sex with Carson now. For his part, Carson had only come over to do two things. The first was to apologize to me for how much he had hurt me, and the second was to present me with divorce papers.

For hurting me, I didn't really blame Carson. I blamed myself for staying with a woman who had been raised with values as fucked up as Sasha's. My emotions still wanted to blame Carson for everything, but at least my brain was already in the right direction.

The divorce papers were very straightforward. I got everything. Sasha didn't want to keep anything from our marriage except for copies of the photo albums. As for the dogs, Carson said that his mother felt it best for me to keep them for companionship since she already had someone to lean on.

The process of signing the papers was quick. Carson, not wanting to prolong the awkwardness anymore, exited roughly one hour after first walking through the door.

I saw Carson to the door and watched as he closed it behind him. I was halfway to the recliner in the living room when I heard a knock on the door. Walking back, I started yelling, "Ya, what else do you want." As I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks as I saw my sister Claire standing in front of me.

"Hey, there, Frank. Can I come in?" Claire said.

"Umm, sure." I opened the door wider, allowing my sister into the house before shutting it and following her into the living room.

Claire turned to me, looking me up and down. "Frank, you're a mess, " she said with a concerned tone. "Let's go," my sister said as she grabbed my hand and started walking towards the bedrooms.

"Hey, where are you taking me," I asked.

"To get you cleaned up." She said as we entered my bedroom.

Claire walked us over to the shower and reached in to turn on the water. "You stink, Frank. You need a shower." Then she sniffed the air. "But first, you need to brush your teeth; your breath reeks," Claire said, slightly covering her nose.

A little embarrassed, I started the process of brushing and rinsing my teeth. Right after I spit out the mouth wash, Claire started push my robe off. As the robe fell to the floor, I smelled my armpits. The odor of onions was pouring off of me. With a sheepish grin, I said, "Ya, I guess I do smell pretty bad. Go ahead and HEY WHAT?" I stammered in shock. Claire had quickly taken off her shirt and was in the process of unhooking her bra.

"What?" Claire said as she finished unhooking her bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing my sister's soft breasts to me.

"Claire, why are you undressing."

"Because I'm taking care of you now."

"What?"

Claire started loosening the belt on her pants "Carson told me he was delivering the divorce papers for Sasha and asked if I could make sure you were okay after he left, so now I am taking care of my big brother."

"But why are you getting naked?" I asked as she finished unbuckling her pants and started to pull her pants and panties down together.

"What? You want me jumping in the shower fully clothed?" She said, standing back up, now fully nude in front of me. My eyes locked onto her pussy as she walked up to me. Getting closer my eyes moved up to my sister's breasts, watching those two perfect orbs closing the distance between us. I felt Claire press her breasts into my chest as she hooked her fingers into my underwear and then lower my boxer shorts to the ground.

I stood fully nude in front of my sister as she led me into the warm shower. Without saying a word, she pulled me into the shower and washed my body from head to toe. Every spot, every crack, every hair. When she was finally finished, she turned me towards her, putting her hand on the back of my head, forcing my eyes to meet hers.

"Frank, I love you. I have loved you for a very long time. I have waited for this day for years, and I am so happy it's finally here. Big brother, just relax and let me take care of you from now on." With that, Claire lowered herself to her knees and gently took my erect cock into her hands.

Claire softly stroked up and down on my cock with her hand as she inspected it before leaning in to give my lower head a soft kiss. My sister gently extended her tongue out to meet the head of my penis before slowly licking down my shaft then back up the other side. I moaned in pleasure. Having a woman touch me for the first time in years was pure ecstasy.

Claire looked back up into my eye as she guided my cock into her warm, welcoming mouth. I knew I wasn't going to last long, maybe even seconds. Claire seemed to know as well as she gently bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Less than a minute later, I was being pushed over the edge. "Oh fuck, I'm about to cum." I cried out. Claire started pumping my shaft with her soft hand while her mouth locked onto the tip of my penis, stimulating my cock head with her tongue. I let out a loud moan and blasted years of sexual frustration into my sister's mouth. Jet after jet after jet of cum hit the back of her throat, and through my orgasmic haze, I could see her working hard to swallow it all.

My legs shaky, I slumped against the wall and slowly sank to the shower floor. My nude sister straddled one of my legs and hugged me, her breasts pressing into my chest and the heat of her pussy settled on my thigh. Claire put her forehead to mine and said again, "I love you, Frank. I'm going to take care of you from now on. You and only you, no matter what comes."

Claire lovingly dried me off, then herself. Without a word, she guided me to the bed and crawled under the covers. I followed. Lying next to my naked sister, I softly kissed her lips, and she kissed me back.

"Frank, it's okay, I know it's been a long time. I'm not going to make you wait. There will be time to worry about me later."

"Are you sure?" I asked, giving her another peck on the lips.

"I'm sure, Frank, today is all about you. I just want to take care of you."

With that greenlight, I moved myself in between my sister's legs and aligned my cock with her pussy. All was right with the world for the first time in a long time. A warm blanket was on top of me, and my sister's warm body was beneath me. A wonderful pair of breasts pushed into my chest, and the head of my cock nestled up against the folds of her vagina. Most importantly, I shared this experience with someone I loved, who also loved me back.

I slowly thrust forward into my sister's pussy, feeling the glorious warmth and delicious texture of a woman again for the first time in years. I gradually thrust into her before bottoming out, balls deep inside my own sister.

The fact this was my sister I was fucking just added to the erotic nature of the sex, and all of a sudden, I understood Carson and Sasha a bit more and why they did what they did. However, my thought didn't last long as I started thrusting in and out of my sister faster and faster.

"That's it, Frank, just go for it, don't worry about me, just let it all out."

I quickly picked up my pace even more, pounding deeper into Claire's pussy with each stroke. With all the months and years of backed-up cum, and all the decades of hurt from my marriage, I let it all out as I fucked my sister harder and harder. I quickly approached my second orgasm of the day and cried out as I unleashed the biggest torrent of sperm in my life deep into my sister's welcoming womb.

I collapsed on top of Claire. She stroked my hair as I drifted off to sleep, still inside her.

Claire Crigler - Fifteen Years Later - Year 2023

I sat in the elementary school pickup line, waiting for my five boys to get out of class. Each was born eighteen months to two years apart, the last two being twins. It filled me with so much joy to know I had given my brother/husband six wonderful children and that he had finally found a happy life with me as his woman.

After the events that happened with Carson confronting his Dad with divorce papers, Frank and I didn't stay in Orlando very long. The next day, I accepted a standing job offer for a position at a Fortune Five Hundred company in New York City. I put in a notice with my old firm that I was leaving, and before the month was over, Frank and I had our houses packed up and for sale. In no time, we had a New York City apartment picked out in the Financial District. The rent for the two-bedroom apartment was comparable to my mortgage on my five-bedroom house back in Orlando, but my salary was over triple the amount I was making in Florida, so lifestyle wouldn't be an issue.

Frank took a while to recover from the divorce. He saw a therapist regularly for about a year and also spent that time going to a technical school to relearn all about being a mechanic. I was so proud of him; he did very well in returning to the field. Frank got his master's certification for multiple car brands. He quickly became an in-demand mechanic, with several dealerships competing for his services.

When our oldest child, our daughter Rachel, turned eight, one of Frank's friends had been given an opportunity to open up a dealership franchise in rural upstate New York. He wanted Frank to go in fifty-fifty with him. Frank would run the auto shop, and his friend would run the sales & finance floor. Frank told me about the opportunity, and after a few careful conversations, I agreed that it would be best for everyone if we let go of the nannies who were raising our children, moved the family out of the city to the countryside to start a business of our own. The move would also allow me to take up primary parenting duties for our kids.

I ended up slowing down my pace of work to essentially being a glorified part-time paralegal for a local law firm that allowed me to work from home. It was a hard trade-off at first, but in time, I couldn't imagine missing any more of my children's childhoods just so I could fill out paperwork for the overinflated egos of Fortune Five Hundred pricks.

I was pulled out of my reminiscing by the sudden opening of the minivan door and shouts of "Mom, mom, mom! Jarrad hit me with the football at recess and didn't say sorry." My son Jake yelled as he got into the minivan. Behind him, a pack of young boys, who all looked just like Frank, piled into the van. All five wrestled for their spots in the seats as they shouted at each other over one thing or another.

It amazed me that all five were highly athletic. I'd assumed Carson got his athletic abilities from his mother's side, but all five of our boys were more physically advanced than even Carson at the same age, so it made me wonder if the athletic gene was actually on our side of the family. Who knows, maybe my father could have been a pro athlete if he wasn't such a drunk. Either way, the odds seemed promising that Frank would get at least one son to play for Florida State.

I got my boys into the car and headed to the local high school, where my daughter had just started her freshman year. By the time I pulled up to high school, all my boys were distracted with their iPads, which allowed me time to reminisce again as I watched my daughter walk up to the car.

Rachel was born precisely nine months after that fateful day with Carson and Frank. Before we moved to New York, I had told Frank that I'd had sex with Carson, and if I was pregnant, I didn't know whose baby it would be. Frank, on his part, said it was okay; if the baby was his child or grandchild, it didn't matter; they would still be his family, and he would get to raise them with me.

We never did a DNA test on Rachel, but now at the age of fourteen, there was no need to do a DNA test anymore; I knew exactly whose sperm won the race, and it slightly pissed me off. That was because my beautiful daughter Rachel was an exact replica of Carson's mother, Sasha.

Part of me was overjoyed that I had given birth to my nephew's baby. Still, another part was miffed that I did all that work, and my daughter came out looking like the wrong grandmother. But at the end of the day, the one thing I could hold over my ex-sister-in-law's head was that out of the entire harem of women Carson had collected over the years, I was the first to give birth to his child.

I greeted Rachel as she opened the door, and once she settled into her seat, I took my six children back to our house to get dinner ready before Frank got home.

Carson Crigler

I got home in the early afternoon. The past day had exhausted me. In just over twenty-four hours, I had left Vegas, arranged for my sister to fuck my best friend, come home fucked my mother, only to turn around and leave in the middle of the night to go fuck my aunt before serving my Dad with divorce papers. All I wanted to do when I got home was sleep.

As I walked through the front door, I was greeted by the sight of my mother cleaning the house in pale blue shorts and a white tank top without a bra. I walked over to my mother and embraced her from behind. She leaned into my hug as we stood still and said nothing for a while.

Taking a deep breath, my mother turned around in my arms, facing me. "Carson, I'm sorry I cried last night. You were so sweat, and I ruined it, " she said.

"Mom, it's okay. It really wasn't your fault; it was mine. I didn't take care of things how I needed to," I said, leaning down and kissing her. "But hey, I have something for you. I put it together with Aunt Claire last night and need to show you."

"Your aunt Claire?" Mom asked incredulously.

"Ya," I said sheepishly, knowing she wanted to know if I had fucked Claire. The blush on my face gave away that I obviously had.

"I see." Mom said, slightly miffed, "Well, let's see what you have."

Over the next twenty minutes, I explained the divorce papers Dad had signed while Mom quietly took it in. After I was done talking, we sat silently for a while before Mom finally spoke.

"Carson... thank you, " she said softly. "Thank you, " she said again, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, " she repeated, this time in full sobs as she buried her face into my chest and let out all her pent-up emotions.

I let Mom cry for a while, and when her sobs slowed down, I told her we were both worn out and should get some sleep. I led my mother to bed, slipped under the covers, and fell asleep, holding Mom in my arms.

Sasha Crigler

When I woke up, it was dark outside. A glance at the clock told me it was past ten in the evening; we had already slept for over eight hours. I heard the water faucet turn off in the bathroom, followed by the shuffling as Carson walked back to the bed. I snuggled into him when he got back beneath the sheets with me and stroked the arm that he draped over me.

I waited for a while in the dark before eventually turning towards my son. "Hey Carson, are you still awake?"

"Ya."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mom." He said.

"Carson, thank you for what you did for me today."

"It's okay, Mom. I had to. Staying married wasn't good for you or Dad."

"I know, sweety. I had asked your Dad for a divorce several times, but when I knew that he might actually say yes this time, I chickened out and couldn't force myself to see him again."

"I know, Mom. That's why I took care of it. You're a free woman now," Carson said in a half-asleep voice, and the arm draped around me squeezed me a little tighter for a moment.

I turned towards Carson and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "Carson, I love you; you're my hero."

"Hero?" He asked, confused, "How so?"

"Well, a hero always comes to save the princess, right?"

"I guess so."

"Well, you keep on saving me. First, you saved us financially, then you saved Heather and me from the bear, and now you saved me from my shattered marriage. I love you, Carson. You're my hero."

"And you're my princess Mom." He said, still half asleep.

I gently moved on top of my son, pressing his cock against my pussy through our clothing. "I think my hero deserves a reward," I said softly into Carson's ear. My hand reached between us as I freed his cock from his boxer shorts and started rubbing it to get my son hard.

Carson pulled my head down to his, kissing me as I worked his cock. In no time, my son was hard, so I pulled my shorts and panties to the side and guided him into my pussy. I felt Carson's head split my pussy lips and moaned into his mouth as I worked him deeper and deeper inside of me until my ass was resting on his balls and his dick was pressing into my cervix.

I slowly rocked my hips as I continued to make out with my son. Between kisses, I managed to get out. "Don't.... worry... about.... me uuuuuuuuh, I just want to uuuuuuh feel close to you uuuuuuuuuuuh I just want to feel you uuuuh as close to me as you can get."

Carson didn't respond, but I knew he understood. I kept kissing my son as my pussy kept working his cock. There was no urgency or need to get anywhere; all I wanted was to feel as close as possible to the man I loved more than anything or anyone in the world.

We fucked in silence for a long while. I continued my soft make-out with my son as our hips moved in unison to work his cock in and out of me. I lost track of time during our tender moment, but eventually, I felt Carson start to tense up and increase his speed of thrusting into me. Shortly after, I felt my son's fertile sperm spray into my unprotected womb.

I locked lips with my son as he emptied himself inside of me, holding myself there until his breathing returned to normal. As Carson recovered, I slowly slid off him and back onto the bed. My son wrapped his arms around me, and we drifted off to sleep. Right before I lost consciousness, a thought quickly passed through my mind. I thought I was truly happy for the first time in my life.

Carson Crigler

The pain in the arm underneath Mom woke me up, the type of pain that comes from losing all feeling from someone having put too much pressure for too long. I didn't mind; having my beautiful mother in my bed was more than worth it. However, I needed to move my arm. When I finally slipped free without waking my mother, I discovered I was wide awake. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was just past three in the morning. So, I slipped out of bed and headed downstairs to my home office.

Once in the office, I went to the travel websites and booked a one-week trip to Paris, France, later that evening. Then I called my fiancée, Heather. Despite the late hour, she answered on the first ring. "Hey, sweety."

"Good evening, potato."

"Ugh, you are not calling me that, " she said exasperatedly, and I chuckled into the phone.

"Hey, what are you doing up so late?"

"Why are you calling so late?" She asked in response.

"I asked you first."

"Fine, I'm drinking with mom. Well, at least she is drinking, and I'm making sure she doesn't burn the house down out of spite for Dad."

"That sucks, I thought she was taking the whole situation better than that."

"Nope, the woman hasn't been laid in years, and now her marriage is over. She's just letting off steam."

"So hey about that. My parents signed their divorce papers yesterday, and I gave my Dad the house, so staying over there isn't an option. So Aunt Vicky will need to stay at my house when she moves to Orlando this weekend."

"Oh?" Heather said of the phone with a hint of shock in her voice.

"Is there a problem with that?" I asked

"Not necessarily," Heather said with hesitation in her voice.

"Tell me your concern."

"Well, mom... you know mom is attracted to you. She is going to try and fuck you."

"I am aware."

"It's just..."

"It's just, you want to watch?" I said with a slight laugh in my voice.

"Well, ya, obviously, but that's not it."

"Oh, then what's the issue?"

"I just... I just don't want to compete with my mother for you, you know. I want to be first in your heart. Well, at least tied for first with your mother."

"Don't worry about that. I love Aunt Vicky, but I don't think she will occupy the same space as you and Mom. I'll just use her for sex."

"What a gentleman," Heather said in a profoundly sarcastic voice.

"Well, what can I say? I aim to please."

"Dork," Heather said, laughing.

"Hey Heather, on the topic of my mom, I booked one week in Paris for me and her. Are you alright with what we talked about in Vegas?"

"Ya, I meant what I said back there. You two have a wonderful time. Just make sure I'm the first person you call after it happens."

"Alright, thank you, and I love you."

"Love you too," Heather said before hanging up the phone.

After getting off the phone with Heather, I continued working on minor details of my rental houses that had been left undone until Mom woke up at her usual time of around five in the morning. She walked downstairs in a tight-fitting sports bra and spandex shorts.

Mom greeted me with a hug from behind and asked if I wanted to join her for a morning workout. I agreed, and five minutes later, we were on the back patio doing a thirty-minute calisthenics-based morning workout.

After we worked out, we headed to my room to shower. We showered together, washing each other's bodies. While we did take the time to stop and appreciate each other's bodies, we refrained from any sexual activities, as I was still drained from the previous two days and two weeks.

Once out of the shower, Mom wrapped a towel around her body and started drying her hair. I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her body and putting my lips up to her cheek. I kissed her on the cheek before whispering into her ear.

"I've made plans for us."

"Oh? What are we doing?"

"We are going to spend a week in Paris together."

Mom stopped drying her hair and spun to face me. "Really? Just me and you?"

"Yes, we leave this afternoon."

"What? Oh, Carson!" Mom shouted as she hugged me tight and brought her lips to mine, sparking a small make-out session.

I felt Mom's towel drop to the floor, and her hands started to reach for my towel. "Wow, hold on a minute. I know you're excited, but let's save it for later."

"Are you sure, sweety? Not even a blow job?" Mom said, her hands now holding my cock and rubbing to bring life back into it.

"I'm sure mom. I need time to recharge anyway."

"Okay, fine." She said with a pouty face as her hands released my slowly growing cock. "But I expect you to fuck me silly in Paris." She said as she spun back around toward the mirror to finish drying her hair.

"No problem there. Hey, by the way, only pack a carry-on. We are going to go clothes shopping right after we land."

Mom spun back around towards me again. "We are? Really? Can we go to the La Samaritaine or Le Bon Marché?"

"I have no idea what those places are, but yes, we will buy our clothes over there." Mom wrapped me in another tight hug and attacked my mouth with hers again, this time forcing her tongue between my lips and into my mouth. We enjoyed a passionate, vigorous make-out session until we were both out of breath.

When we finally separated, Mom again asked, "Sure, I can't suck your dick right now?"

"Yes, mother dearest, save it for the trip." I gave Mom another peck on the lips, then stepped away to get myself ready.

Sasha Crigler

I packed a carry-on with just enough clothes for two days. We left Orlando in the mid-afternoon. We stayed at a hotel near the London airport before arriving in Paris mid-morning the next day. Carson had ordered a limousine to take us to our hotel, where we would spend the next week.

Stepping into our hotel room took my breath away. Carson had booked La Suite Gustave Eiffel. The room was like a small apartment, and both the living room and bedroom had views of the Eiffel Tower, just a few hundred yards away.

After our showers, Carson delivered on his first promise and took me to La Samaritaine. We first shopped to get Carson sized for a tailored suit. We paid the extra exorbitant price to have it made and delivered to our hotel by the following morning.

After the suit, I had fun playing dress-up with my son, putting him in all sorts of outfits. Carson, for his part, humored me even though it didn't seem like he was enjoying it all that much. We ended up buying him a week's worth of high-end "casual" styles, as well as some swimwear and another suit that was already pre-tailored to fit him.

When it was my turn to shop, I made sure to tease my loving son as much as possible. When I was trying on a top, I'd ask for his opinion while 'forgetting' to put on bottoms. When there was no one around, I flashed him a few times. Every short skirt had to come with an 'accidental' peak at the new panties I had bought that day. Anything to turn Carson on, I tried. Deep down, I wanted him to lose control and march into the changing booth to fuck me. I wouldn't have stopped him either; I would have moaned like the good mommy slut I am.

After roughly six hours of shopping, we finally returned to our hotel room with new clothing in hand. It was already dinner time, so Carson changed into a navy blue button-down shirt with dark brown pants and shoes. I put on a mid-thigh-length reddish/pink crinkled, flowy dress that covered my shoulders but left my arms and a moderate amount of cleavage exposed.

Carson took me to eat at a patio café overlooking the Eiffel Tower. We watched the sunset from the café patio; with the sun setting, it carried a cool, delicate breeze that danced through the streets. When the meal was over and the final rays of daylight faded, we started walking hand-in-hand toward the tower.

As the tower glowed and shimmered in golden light, the air felt alive. We could hear laughter and soft conversations floating on the breeze around us. I wasn't saying anything to Carson, who seemed lost in his own thoughts; I just enjoyed being with him. For some reason, each step we took made the night feel more intimate, more... magical.

Carson suddenly stopped. When I turned to look at my son, his eyes stared very intently at me. There was tremendous love in his gaze but also what looked like uncertainty.

"What's going on sweety?" I asked.

"Mom, I love you."

"I love you too," I repeated, squeezing his hand tight.

Carson turned towards me; we were directly facing each other now. "Mom, I can't imagine living life without you. I want you to always be with me."

Those words made me smile. "I know, baby. I will always be there for you," I said as I leaned in to give him a kiss. But Carson didn't lower himself to meet my lips. I placed my heels back on the ground, and then Carson started speaking again.

"Mom, I have a very important question to ask you."

"Okay, what's your question, baby." Now concerned, I lift my hand to my son's face and hold him in my palm. Carson nuzzled his face to my palm, then let go of my other hand and reached for something in his pocket. I couldn't see what he was grabbing at, but whatever it was, he found it and then... lowered himself to one knee in front of me.

My breath caught in my throat, and my body reacted before my mind had a chance to catch up.

"Sasha Crigler, I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives. I want to start a family with you, I want to grow old with you, I want to be the man you rely on for the rest of your life." My heart had started to beat extremely fast, while my brain was still having difficulty processing what was happening.

Carson lifted his hands and presented me with a small box containing a brilliant princess-cut diamond that shone with the reflected light of the Eiffel Tower. "Sasha... Mom, will you marry me?"

My throat tightened even more as tears started pouring down my face. Somehow, I managed to speak, "yes, yeS, yES, YES! YES!!" I said with joy and excitement I'd never felt before. I watched as Carson pulled the ring from the box and put it on my hand. I looked at the ring in awe for a moment before pulling myself towards my son and wrapping him in a big hug. We forced our lips together under the lights of Paris as nearby strangers started clapping.

When our lips finally separated, Carson whispered, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you, Carson."

I squeezed my son again, then released everything but his hand.

"Hey, I have one more thing I want us to do before we head back to the hotel room."

"Oh, and what is that?" I asked, trying to be coy but really just coming off as an excited schoolgirl whose crush had just asked her to prom.

"You will see," Carson said as he walked us around the Eiffel Tower.

As we walked, I couldn't take my eyes off the ring on my finger. I was so excited in a way I'd never been in my life. Carson and I made small talk, him pointing out neat little things on the ground and me laughing and giggling excitedly at every little thing he had to say just because he was the one saying it.

When we approached some trees, Carson stopped and faced me again.

"Mom, you know I can't give you a wedding like the one Heather will get, right?"

I quickly came down from my revelry so I could think about what he had just said. Finally, after a long moment, I let out a sigh and said in a soft, almost defeated voice, "I know."

"Look, Heather and I are going to get a lot of shit for being first cousins and getting married, but at least it's legal in Florida, so we can throw a big wedding for it. However, marrying you isn't legal like that, so I can't throw that type of wedding for us."

I simply nodded my head and cast my eyes downward. I wasn't sure why he needed to bring up this right now; it was really putting a damper on the night.

Carson took a deep breath and said, "So, I have an offer for you." I lifted my head, giving my son my full attention. "Instead of a grand wedding, I can make you my first wife."

"First wife?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, first wife. Standing over there," Carson pointed to a man in priest robes, "is a priest that agreed to preside over our renewal of vows."

"Renewal?"

"Yaaa, I couldn't very well tell him I'm spiritually marrying my mother, so I said we are renewing vows as a way to explain things."

I smiled at my son. I didn't think he had it in him to dupe a priest like that. I was both disappointed and proud at the same time. It only took me half a second to think about the situation before saying, "Okay, let's do it. Carson, let's get married tonight."

Carson reached down and wrapped me in another hug before taking my hand and guiding me toward the priest.

"Father, nice to meet you."

"Awww, you must be Carson, and I assume you are Sasha."

"A pleasure to meet you, Father?" Sasha asked.

"Thomas, Father Thomas."

Nodding his head respectfully to Father Thomas, Carson continued, "Sorry we are late, Father; I know you have other obligations, so we can just jump straight into exchanging vows."

"Very good. Thank you for your consideration, Carson." Father Thomas glanced at Carson's hand. "Ah, I see you're not wearing your ring. Do you, by chance, have it with you?"

"Yep," Carson said as he pulled out a gold wedding band and handed it to me. I also have her wedding band, " he said as he displayed a diamond-laden wedding band to go with my engagement ring.

"Very good, very good. So, I understand you wrote your own vows."

"Well, maybe we didn't write them, but I think we can wing it."

"Alright, now the two of you face each other, and we will start with Carson."

My son looked at me with no hint of fear or hesitation in his eyes. "Sasha Crigler, I love you more than life itself. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I promise to always try my hardest for you. I promise to hold and protect you so long as we both live." Carson slipped the wedding band onto my finger. As the metal connected, I knew deep down inside me that I was Carson's woman for the rest of my life.

It was my turn, and I had absolutely no idea what to say. I took a deep breath to clear my mind, then just opened my mouth, hoping the right words would come out. "Carson Crigler, I fell in love with you from the very first moment I met you. I vow to keep loving you, holding you, and forsake all others for you, in sickness or health, for the good times and the bad. I vow to provide you with a family with as many children as my body will allow. I vow to always support you in your dreams and play my role to help you accomplish them because I have always loved you and will always love you." With that, I slipped the golden wedding band onto Carson's finger.

After a short pause, Father Thomas spoke, "Carson, Sasha, you have reaffirmed your vows, and you have reaffirmed your love for one another. May your future be filled with joy, laughter, and the unwavering love that you share. Let us pray that God will continue to bless your marriage with his grace and favor and that you may continue to grow in love and devotion to one another. I pronounce you man and wife. Carson, you may kiss your bride."

Carson moved his lips towards mine. An electric shock ran down my spine as I kissed my new husband for the first time. I held my husband close to me even after we stopped kissing. Carson simply turned himself around in my arms to thank the priest before unlocking my hands and taking one of them to guide me down the walk a little more.

We continued walking around the Eiffel Tower. On one side, my son had proposed to me, and on the other, he had married me. The night was only getting more magical. We navigated through the crowd, arm in arm, laughing and almost skipping as I soaked in the joy of being at my new husband's side.

When we arrived back at the spot Carson had proposed, we found a man with a guitar and a female singer who had moved into the area and were warming up. Carson walked us over to them, pulling a one-hundred-euro-note from his wallet. He handed the note to the man and simply said, "La Vie en rose." The man took the note, nodding. Stepping back a few feet, Carson placed his hands on my waist while I wrapped mine around the back of his neck, staring into his eyes.

The guitar started playing as we took our first steps, followed by the singer as I danced with my son. Under the shimmering lights of the Eiffel Tower, the world seemed to disappear. The soft hum of the night wrapped around us in a tender embrace. Carson's eyes never left mine as we twirled beneath the city-lit sky. The world around us was alive with noise and movement, but it seemed like the universe existed only for me and him as time slowed.

All too soon, with a final pluck of a guitar string, the song came to an end. Carson leaned in and stole one small kiss from me. As he pulled away, the world around us came rushing back in. The magical moment had passed.

We walked back to our hotel, with me wrapped around my son's arm the whole way. Once inside, Carson sat us down on the bed, the Eiffel Tower perfectly outlined outside our window.

"Hey, Mom, are there two calls we need to make first."

"Okay," I said as Carson pulled out his phone. Heather's number appeared on the screen.

"Hello?" Heather's voice came over the speaker.

"Hey there, beautiful. Can you talk right now?" Carson asked.

"Ya, I'm alone, Oh, WAIT, did you do it? Did you ask her?" Heather's voice came back excitedly.

"Yes, I asked her."

"Perfect. What did she say?"

"I said Yes, Heather, I told Carson I would marry him."

"YAAAA," Heather squalled over the phone. "That is so wonderful; we are going to be sister-wives, Aunt Sasha!" My niece was clearly already in love with this idea. "Hey Carson, did you find a priest to marry you over there."

"Um, actually I did and we also got married as well. Mom is my wife."

"Woooow, that was fast; holy shit, Sasha, I'm so happy for you; take care of our man this week."

"Oh, I am going to take care of him, alright. Heather, thank you for being okay with this."

"I love you both, but I need to go now. I'll see you when you get back to Orlando," Heather said, then hung up the phone.

"That one went well." Carson said, "Now I need to call April."

"April?" I asked

"Yaaaa, we met up with her in Vegas. Mom, did you know April was working as an escort."

Of course, I knew, but I didn't say anything because she seemed to handle it well enough. I simply nodded my head.

"Well, right now, she is working on a deal for me, but she also wants to hear about our night," Carson said as the name on the phone screen became April Crigler.

"Hey big, ugh, brother, ugh."

"How are you doing, April? Is now a good time to talk?" Carson asked, clearly hearing the smacking noises in the background that signified April was getting fucked.

"Depends on, ugh, what, ugh, oh baby, ugh oh oh oh, depends."

"Well, Mom said yes, and we sealed the deal tonight."

"Yaaa, ugh, that's wonderful, ugh, oh oh oh, I'm so happy for you two."

"So, how about the deal with Josh? Where are we at? " I heard April's phone shift position, and then a new but familiar voice came over the phone.

"Carson, man, that's a bitch move to send your sister to close this deal," Josh said. The thought that that nerdy little boy who was over at our house every weekend was now fucking my daughter gave me mixed emotions.

"You know I'm making your dream come true; that has to be worth something."

"Can't lie, this is amazing. Tell you what, I'll give you ten percent of the company for six million. The VCs have it valued at seventy-five million, so the offer is a steal."

"Hmm, I'll think about it; in the meantime, you have fun with my sister. We will talk some more when I'm back in the States."

"Sounds good," Josh said, then more rustling over the phone.

"Oh oh oh, Carson?" April's voice came over the speaker again.

"Keep fucking him until he brings the price down to five million for ten percent," Carson said

"oh, oh, oh I can do that. Love you both, oh, oh bye," beep. The line went dead as April hung up the phone.

Carson set the phone down on the window seal, then stood up and faced me. Extending a hand, he pulled me to my feet and set his hands on my waste. I responded by putting my arms around the back of his neck.

"You're the most beautiful wife anyone could ever ask for, Mom," Carson said, melting my already throbbing heart even further.

"I love you, Carson, my amazing, wonderful husband." I leaned up and kissed my son on the lips.

We pressed our bodies closer together and swayed back and forth in the room as Carson hummed "La Vie en rose". When he finished the song, I looked at my son and guided him to the bed. I reached for his pants, unbuckling his belt and unzipping him. I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled down both his pants and underwear, freeing his hardening dick. I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I took off his shoes and socked then his pants and underwear. Running my hands up the back side of his legs and setting them on his firm ass, I looked at my prize, now bobbing back and forth in front of my face.

I brought one of my hands around to hold my son's penis in place. I moved my lips to the head of his cock, softly kissing my way down the base of his shaft, then licking my way back up. Carson moaned in pleasure above me as my tongue started bathing his cock, while my hand assisted with slight little pumps at the base.

I glanced up, meeting my husband's eyes, as I opened my mouth and took in the head of his penis. Maintaining eye contact, I started bobbing my head up and down on his dick while one of his hands reached behind my head and started controlling its speed. My tongue bathed and rubbed against his dick as my warm mouth engulfed him.

"Oh, Mom, you feel so good."

I ate up Carson's praise and started to move a little faster. As I moved faster, more and more of my husband's pre-cum started to flow. I savored the flavor as I moved my free hand to start massaging his balls.

With one hand massaging my son's balls, the other running up and down his shaft, and my mouth and tongue making love to the head of his penis, I managed to look back up into Carson's eyes. His face was flush as he was trying to hold back his orgasm, but his eyes were still open, staring down into mine.

I gave my son a small little wink, which seemed to set him over the edge. In my left hand, I felt his balls start to contract. I formed a seal around the head of Carson's cock to catch the sperm that was on its way. In my right hand, I felt the swelling on my son's penis, and half a moment later, the bulge passed between my lips, forcing me to open my mouth ever so slightly wider.

I kept eye contact with my son while hot sperm erupted from his cock, spraying the back of my throat as I swallowed as fast as I could. Carson shot six, then seven, then eight times before slowing down, letting the rest dribble out. I drank every drop and worked his cock with my hands to get out any excess sperm that might have been left in the tubes.

I cleaned my son's cock with my tongue, then stood up and finished unbuttoning his shirt. Pushing his shirt off his shoulders so my son was completely nude in front of me. Carson leaned in to kiss me, his soft lips meeting mine as his hands moved up my sides and around my back, finding my dress's zipper. Carson slowly unzipped my dress and unhooked my bra. I lowered my arms, allowing my dress and bra to fall to the floor. Stepping out of my dress, I also stepped out of my high heels, lowering me just enough to break the kiss with Carson. I stood before my son in only a pair of black panties.

Carson placed his hands on my shoulder and guided me to the bed, laying me down in the center. I moved back towards the head of the bed, and Carson moved in next to me. Carson's fingers slipped underneath the waistband of my panties, and for the first time, my new husband started to pull down my panties. I lifted my hips, surrendering to him, allowing the last vestige of modesty to be exposed. Carson finished pulling off my panties, and I was fully exposed to my new husband for the first time.

I opened my legs as my son moved between them, lowering his head to my already swelling pussy lips. I felt Carson's tongue lightly brush my vulva, sending shocks through my body. Carson's hand moved up my side and grabbed onto my breasts, gently squeezing them as his tongue went down the other side of my vulva.

"Oooo, please don't tease me," I begged. My swollen pussy already at the edge of bursting. "Please, baby, just lick me hard, please, please, please," I begged some more.

Without saying a word, Carson obliged me. He found my clitoris and intently focused on it while his hands increased their pressure on my breasts. "Oooo, oooo, ooo" I moan in pleasure. Time lost all meaning; the only thing I could focus on was my son's magnificent tongue on my pussy. Carson kept his mouth moving over my clit, reciting some tongue twisters in an amazingly pleasurable pattern.

"oooo, ooo, oooo," I continued to moan for a while until I felt my hips start to buck into Carson's face on their own. My son locked his arms around my legs to keep me locked onto his mouth. "I'm cummmming, I'm cummmmmmming!" I shouted as my orgasm sent me over the top, and the world blacked out for a moment.

My chest heaved up and down as my vision came back. I enjoyed the post-orgasmic feeling as I felt my husband's strong muscular body push my legs further apart and his chest start to put pressure against my breasts.

I looked up into my son's eyes, putting one hand on his cheek and the other on his back. Lifting my hips up, Carson's cock found the entrance of my pussy and pressed forward. As my pussy lips parted, I felt my son's cock enter me for the first time as my husband.

"Mom," Carson moaned as his hips started moving back and forth. I locked my legs around his waist and pulled Carson deeper into me. "Oh, Mom, I fucking love this pussy."

"It's all your Carson, only yours," I said, hugging him even tighter.

Carson's motion was steady for a while longer before his pace started to pick up. "Mom, I'm about to cum."

"Do it, baby, cum in mommy's pussy, consummate our marriage, make me your woman for life!" I moaned as I started to pull Carson deeper and deeper into me with my legs. My son's cock pistoned in and out of me a few more times before he pressed himself as deep as he could go and roared out his orgasms, flooding my womb with hot sperm. The feeling of my son's orgasm sent me back over the edge, my pussy clamped down on my son's cock as my world blacked out again in a blissful orgasm.

Carson collapsed on top of me. I welcomed the weight of his warm body on top of mine as we both caught our breath. I recovered a little more quickly than my son did, so I started kissing his neck and whispering sweet little nothings to him as he finished his recovery.

Eventually, Carson rolled off of me, and we arranged ourselves in a spoon position, with Carson being the big spoon behind me. We talked for a little while, gradually getting more and more tired. I felt Carson's arm loosen its hold on me slightly as my son finally fell asleep in the middle of one of his sentences.

Listening to his soft breathing, I settled in, on the verge of sleep, when I felt something only a woman could feel. Most women don't recognize this feeling, but I recognized it both times when it occurred in the past. Now, I'd felt it for a third time. Deep inside my body, something had happened, and I felt the presence of someone else in the room.

I smiled as I drifted off to sleep, whispering to my unconscious son, "Carson... I'm pregnant."