Best Summer Job Ever?
Chapter 1 Recruitment
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Consensual, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Mind Control, Slavery, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, Brother, Sister, Father, Daughter, DomSub, FemaleDom, Rough, Group Sex, Harem, Interracial, White Male, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Cream Pie, Body Modification, Transformation, Nudism,
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 Recruitment - A young man finds him in the best summer job imaginable. But is it too good to be true?
It was the first day of summer vacation. I was seventeen, and couldn't find a job. I had just finished my Junior year of high school, and the economy in my home town had been in the toilet since the air conditioner manufacturing plant closed.
I suppose I could work at my father's campaign office. He was running for congress in November. But I'd just be a gopher, making coffee and copying flyers. And knowing my dad, he'd pay me next to nothing, saying that the experience would look good on my college resume.
Instead of that, I opted for the same job I'd had since I was twelve: mowing lawns. It was hot but easy work. I had an established line up of customers, who seemed to like my work. It wasn't what I wanted to do, but it was honest work; and by the end of the summer I'd have a tidy sum, which I would save for college.
When I mowed, I'd zone out everything around me, lost in my thoughts. So I didn't notice the stretch limo that was cruising down that residential street. It pulled up right next to me. I didn't even notice that until it honked.
Limousines were not a normal sight in this town, so I turned off the mower, and walked over, to see who was inside and what he wanted. As I approached the car, the window in the passenger compartment rolled down, to reveal Roy Paxton.
I mentally slapped myself upside my head. Who else could it be?
Roy Paxton was the local boy who made good. He started a company that made cheap silicon chips, of acceptable quality. He became a billionaire overnight. He had houses all over the world, including one in his hometown. It is said that the work he provided to locals was the one thing that kept us from becoming a ghost town. What he wanted with me, I had no idea.
"You're Bill Hayden's boy, Kevin, right?" he asked.
"That's right. And you're Roy Paxton."
"Correct. I went to school with your dad. I used to date your mother."
Mentioning my mom brought a lump in my throat. "She's dead you know."
"I know. Cancer. I sent a bouquet for the funeral."
I thought back. "I remember. Thank you."
"I have a job offer for you. It will pay a lot better than mowing lawns."
"What kind of job?" I asked, a bit suspicious.
"Come on sit inside, where it's cool."
"I'll stay out here."
The businessman smiled. "You don't trust me. Good. Look, I'll have my driver, Charles, pull over to the curb, and then give you the keys. We won't be going anywhere until you are ready to go."
I could not see any flaw in that plan, so I agreed. When the driver handed me the keys, I climbed into the back.
Inside, it was refreshingly cool. "Would you like a Coke?" my host asked. "Or would you like a Gatorade?"
I had just started mowing, so I wasn't really ready. But I figured I could hold onto it for later. "Gatorade, please."
He reached into a cooler, and pulled out a twenty ounce bottle.
I thanked him, and asked "What is this job?"
"You must have heard I own a number of properties."
"One of my favorites is a little hundred acre island ten miles off the coast of Lanai. That's one of the Hawaiian Islands. I bought it last year, had it renovated, and now it is a wonderful retreat.
"It sounds great."
"It is. Unfortunately, I can only spend a few weeks a year there. Too many irons in the fire; you understand."
Actually, I didn't, but I nodded anyway.
"One day, I hope to retire there."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"I need a caretaker; someone, to make sure that the roof doesn't leak, and the grass stays mowed; that kind of thing."
"But I don't know anything about fixing roofs."
"You don't need to. There's a carpenter on-call on Lanai. We'll have him flown over to fix it. But someone needs to be there to call him.
"There's more to the job than that. You will be busy, but not so busy you can't go out and watch the sunset on the private beach."
I paused. This sounded too good to be true. "Why me?" I asked, finally.
The middle aged man stroked his chin. "Partially, I'm doing this as a tribute to your mother. She was my first love. I had been keeping tabs on her life, and was glad she'd found happiness.
"When she died, your dad threw himself into politics. He is running for Congress, risking everything, including your college fund in the campaign."
This, I had not heard.
"If he doesn't get elected, which is a definite possibility, you will have no funds for going to college. This job will help."
"And how much does this job pay?"
"Five thousand dollars."
"For the whole summer?"
"No, per week."
My jaw dropped. Working there this summer would pay for my whole four years of college.
"Are you interested?" he asked.
At a loss for words, I nodded.
"One condition of your employment is to not tell anyone your salary. Agree?"
"In that case, we better run this by your father."
"Charles will need his keys back."
If anything, my dad was more enthusiastic than I was. We talked to him at his office in the "Hayden for Congress" headquarters.
"This'll be a great experience for you. It'll give you a chance to shoulder some real responsibility. It'll look great on your resume."
I piled on, to make sure there were no objections possible. "And we can stay in touch. You can call me on my cell phone any time."
Mr. Paxton shook his head. "Not on the island, no cell towers, no cell receptions. I will give you a satellite phone. It bounces calls directly off of the telecommunication satellites."
The isolation of this island started to worry me. "Will I have internet and television?"
"Of course; even on vacation I need to be connected to the world."
The billionaire texted a message on his tablet; ten seconds later a beautiful, slim, and leggy brunette walked in with a folder, and handed it to him. "Thank you, Corrine," said her boss.
Without a word she turned and left.
"I believe you'll find these are all standard, boiler plate, waivers."
My dad, who was a lawyer by trade, quickly perused the papers. "Everything appears to be in order," he pulled out his fountain pen, and looked at me, "as long as you want to do this, Kevin."
I nodded. Who wouldn't want to live in a tropical paradise?
He signed the papers.
My new boss turned to me. "Go get packed. Say your goodbyes. We'll be leaving town at 5pm."
"I don't have much in the way of tropical clothes."
"We'll go shopping when we get to Honolulu."
I dashed home, which was just two blocks away, and dumped some tee shirts, socks, and cargo shorts into my duffel. A few toiletry items went in, and I was ready to go.
I called, my two best friends, Spencer Shay and Collin Fixx. They hurried over to my house. When I told them where I was going, they said I was the luckiest SOB on the planet.
I promised that I'd keep in touch by e-mail and phone. I didn't know if texting was possible via satellite phone. I also gave them the address and phone number of all my mowing clients. Now that I was gone, they were going to take over my business.
I had no girlfriend to call. My last one had left me seven months ago. She called me a pervert because I wanted to see and feel her breasts. Never get involved with a religious girl.
The last person I called was my sister, Ellen. She was one year younger than me, and had managed to get a job as a carhop at the local drive-in. I told her what was going on as best I could. I had talked to her only ten seconds before her boss started yelling at her to get off the phone.
At five pm, on the dot, the limo picked me up, and drove, me, Mr. Paxton and Corrine to the nearest airport, which was in Pocatello. Waiting on the runway was a Gulfstream jet. We took off as soon as we got in. On the plane was another woman, named Jennifer, who looked just like Corrine. She was the same height, had the same hair, eyes, and nose. The only difference I could see between the two was the shape of their face. Jennifer's was a little rounder, while Corrine's was a little longer. You wouldn't notice the difference if they weren't side-by-side.
I had ridden on commercial airlines before, but had never even seen a jet like this, in real life.
As Jennifer was checking my seatbelt, I asked her, "Are you and Corrine sisters?"
She laughed. "You'd think so, but no. We're not related at all." She spoke with a soft Southern accent that Corrine did not have.
After the initial thrill of taking off, and flying, it soon became tedious.
There was some kind of mini-kitchen in the back. The two came out with Rueben sandwiches, chips, and a large bottle of Coke for me. I tried to go back there and look around there, but my boss stopped me.
"That's my private area, where I can work. You understand."
Eventually, we landed in Los Angeles, where the plane refueled.
Jennifer asked, "Would you like anything to eat? You can have anything at all."
"I'm not hungry right now."
"Get something for later. We won't be landing again until we get to Honolulu."
I pondered for a few seconds. I just ate that Rueben for supper. The next meal was breakfast. "I'll have a three egg Denver omelet, hash browns, and orange juice. I'll eat it in the morning."
She nodded and got on her cell phone.
I figured it might be my last chance in quite a while to stretch my legs, so I climbed out of the plane, and onto the tarmac where it was parked.
My boss followed me out. "You were very good back there."
"Back on the plane, when you were giving your order to Jennifer."
"I didn't do anything special, Mr. Paxton."
"Please, call me Roy. You didn't hem or haw. You made your order specific, so she knew exactly what was expected of her."
I didn't think it was a big deal. "Okay..."
"When you are in charge, it is important to make your demands clear to your subordinates. It makes their job easier when they don't have to guess what you want."
About a half hour later, a car pulled up next the plane. The driver delivered two large plastic bags, with multiple Styrofoam containers in them. Roy gave him two hundred dollar bills, which was very generous.
Corrine walked around, from the other side of the plane. "We're all fueled and ready to go, Sir," she said to her boss.
We all piled into the Gulfstream and took off into the darkening sky.
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