Story: The One You're With - part 6

The One You're With

by Varian Milagro

Part 6

Rachel decided that it was okay to talk about what was really going on now that Terrance had allowed Cody to witness the magic take place and remember it.

“Yeah, about that. You may not believe this, but magic is real and this guy has been changing me and my sister and daughter. I didn’t look like this at the start of the evening, trust me. Especially these.” She motioned toward her large tits. “I was also a lot older and he promised that I could change back if we beat those other two.”

Cody’s expression darkened. “I have a bit of a confession to make too. I saw a creepy guy talking to you and thought you might need rescuing so I manipulated Lance and Jackson into picking you as my partner. Turned out great. You’re an amazing pool player. What are the chances?”

“You can see Terrance too? He said he picked me because I had the sight. He’s the one who changed me so that I look like this now. He’s the one who did all of this.” She swept an arm around indicating that she was talking about the luxury suite.

“How did you change?” Cody was frowning.

Rachel’s shoulders slumped. “I guess you don’t have the sight after all. It was too much to hope for.”

The room they were in was the size of four normal hotel rooms. There was a dining table large enough to seat eight, a fully stocked bar, and a golden staircase that curved its way up to a massive bedroom. 

Hanging from a hook near the bar hung two transparent garment bags. The one on the left contained a black tux while the other held a navy blue sequined gown. Several stacks of casino chips sat on the dining room table. She was able to make out the name of the casino on one of the stacks of $100 chips. They were indeed at the Aria.

In a sunken area of the room there was a huge U-shaped couch that faced the giant windows. The couch surrounded a large marble table. Sitting on the table was a bottle of Cristal in a silver bucket full of ice and next to that was an ornate, wooden box. Leaning against the box was a white note card that reminded Rachel of a wedding invitation. It had a lot to do with the immaculate calligraphy used in the header, “Read Me”. 

“You want to read it?” Rachel said as she sat down on the unbelievably comfortable sofa.

Cody picked up the card and read, “Congratulations on your recent win. I regret that I am unable to attend to you at the moment as I am otherwise engaged. Please accept the use of this suite, along with any and all amenities you wish to avail yourselves, as my way of apologizing. As I am sure you recall, I promised that I would give you a chance to revert all changes to you, your daughter or your sister. To show that I am a good sport I will give you a chance to try out these different realities before choosing. Simply state your desire and it will come alive for you. If you need help deciding you are welcome to call a friend. Or daughter or sister or even sister’s new boyfriend. Once you’ve made up your mind, simply open the present inside the box to secure your new life. Yours truly, Terrance”

“Well, I want all of us to go back to normal, me, my daughter and my sister,” Rachel blurted. After a few seconds she looked around the room like she was expecting somebody to jump out from behind a piece of furniture.

“I think you have to choose one,” Cody said as he sat down beside her. “Maybe pick one person and see what happens.” He lifted the bottle of Cristal from the bucket. “Champagne?”

“Right,” Rachel chewed the inside of her cheek. A few seconds later she realized that Cody was still holding up the bottle. “Uh, yeah, I’d like some champagne.”

He popped off the cork and then filled two of the champagne flutes. “Remember that you can call a friend.”

“I want Paige here with us,” Rachel shouted.

A bright light filled the room, blinding them temporarily.

“Nice digs,” Paige said. She was dressed exactly as she had been back at the tavern. She still had a half smoked cigarette between the fingers in her right hand. “So, I’m here to help you make a decision, right?” She took a drag and then relieved Cody of one of the glasses of champagne. “I say you try changing yourself back first. Having a mother who is only three years older than me is a little freaky.” She drained her glass and then held it out for a refill.

Rachel wondered for a moment how Paige knew about the decision before her, but if magic could transport a person fifty miles across the desert in an instant it could bring them up to speed at the same time, couldn’t it? 

“Okay, I want to see what it would be like if I go back to who I was.”

A moment later Rachel and Cody were sitting on a wooden bench along with a handful of other people. Half of them looked like crooks and the other half looked like lawyers. Beyond a short wall was the business half of a small courtroom. There was a judge in the center of the room, sitting behind a high desk, looking over the proceedings. In front of his desk was a court reporter and a heavyset bailiff. Between the judge and the short wall were two tables. At the one on the left sat a man in a crisp suit and at the other stood a petite woman dressed in a burgundy pantsuit. Seated at that table was a young woman wearing an orange jumpsuit. 

Rachel recognized the defendant, it was Paige. Her hair was shorn on one side; the rest was a wild mix of pinks and purples. On her neck was a large tattoo of the Yin/Yang symbol and between her ears, nose and lips, she had more piercings above her neck than most people had teeth.

Paige turned and then stared at her mom. Soundlessly, she mouthed the words, "What the fuck?"

Rachel gave her daughter a shrug and almost groaned. Her body felt stiffer. That wasn't the only change, her breasts were back to being small B cups. She could feel the wrinkles on her body. Almost as bad was the god-awful pantsuit that she was wearing. She felt like an old prude. Cody appeared to be the same as before. Rachel felt a sense of loss, even though she'd only had them for an hour or two at the most, she missed her youth and ample tits.

The defense attorney was speaking. “...As was explained to the arresting officer, Paige had no knowledge of the contents of the jacket when she borrowed it and should not be held accountable for the illegal drugs that were sewn into the lining...”

Rachel had memories of this reality. She was 38 years old again and dressed in one of her work outfits. Cody looked exactly the same as he had in the hotel. Searching her memories she found that her life was pretty much the same as it had been when she’d first entered the Rusty Nail tavern that evening. She lived in Minnesota and was still the Director of Loan Originations at Premier Bank. The only difference in this reality was that her daughter had grown up into a troublemaker. 

Paige had gotten suspended the first time while in seventh grade when she’d got caught smoking behind the gym when she was supposed to be in PE class. It got worse from there until she’d run away to Nevada at the age of seventeen. Rachel had flown down in order to keep her only child from serving time in the state penitentiary. She’d taken out a mortgage on her house to pay for the best lawyer she could find. 

Paige’s lawyer finished up her speech by saying, “...and as such, we ask for leniency, your honor.”

Rachel grabbed a hold of Cody’s hand, gripping it tightly.

“I was quite lenient last time and look at where that has gotten us. Right back where we started,” the judge said. “At that time your client had assured this court that she had seen the errors of her ways and we’d never see her again, except maybe as an officer of the court. That was less than six months ago.” The judge glared at Paige, his eyes narrowing until they were mere slits. “You’re out of second chances, young lady.” He turned to the lawyer at the other table. “Do you have a sentencing recommendation, counselor?”

“The state is requesting five years, your honor.”

“Five years it is,” the judge said and then banged his gavel.

“No!” Rachel screamed and found herself back in the hotel suite with Cody and Paige.

They were all seated in the same spot before they’d been transported to the courtroom. Paige’s hair was back to normal and the ying/yang tattoo was gone. Rachel was a busty twenty-one year old again and Cody was the same as always.

“I liked my hair in that reality, but not enough to do five years in prison,” Paige said as she crushed out her cigarette in a glass ashtray that suddenly appeared on the marble table. 

"I want to see you going to a university, not a penitentiary," Rachel said.

“Do you want to bring your sister here? Before you go any further?” Cody said.

“Yes and Bull too,” Rachel added.

There was another flash of light and then there they both were, sitting on the couch across from the table from them. Bull had his arm around Gabi’s shoulder and they both had a glass of champagne in their hand. 

“I didn’t like that reality either,” Gabi said. 

“You were in the courtroom too?” Rachel said. 

“No, but we know about what’s been going on, don’t ask me how we know, but we do somehow.” Gabi took a drink. “This Cristal is some good shit. I don’t know if it’s $300 a bottle good, but since it’s free...”

"Now that everyone is here shall we see Paige off to college?" Cody asked.

Before Rachel could reply she found herself sitting behind the wheel of the ‘79 Camarro that had used to belong to Jackson. She had a cigarette between her fingers and there were the remnants of a breakfast bought from a drive thru window sitting on the dash. Cody was in the passenger seat, munching on a breakfast burrito while Gabi and Bull were in the backseat taking sips of weak coffee and smoking.

They were parked in an upscale residential neighborhood just outside Saint Paul, Minnesota. The front door on the house across the street opened and a young woman stepped out. She was conservatively dressed and was carrying a small purse along with a large book bag. She looked very similar to Paige, but not exactly the same. Her nose was a little smaller and her chin a touch rounder. Her skin tone was a touch darker, like she had some ethnicity in her gene pool. Despite the differences, Rachel had no doubts that it was her baby. Yet, the young woman walking to a blue Toyota Prius parked in the driveway was not her daughter, not any longer. She had a different mother now. One who had raised her for the last 18 years.

“How could I be her mom,” Rachel said to herself. “I’m only three years older than she is.” She took a drag on her cigarette as she watched the young woman get into her car. Rachel knew where Paige was going. She was driving herself to the University of Minnesota where she was working on her four-year degree. After that she would be attending law school and then she’d get a job at a nice law firm and meet a nice man and in another five years she’d become a mother herself. She had a really nice life which was only going to get better, but Rachel wouldn’t have any part of it. 

Cody put a hand on Rachel’s shoulder. “Have you seen enough?”

“Yes.”

Once again all five of them were back in the hotel. 

“Going to college is nice and all, but I don’t want to live my life without you,” Paige said to Rachel. She was once again a busty caucasian. 

“You would have a very nice life,” Gabi said. “You should think about it. That house you came out of was probably worth a million five.”

Paige turned to Rachel. “I want you to be my mom, but I don’t want to go to prison for five years either.” 

Paige suddenly disappeared.

“Where’d she go,” Cody said.

Rachel placed her hands on her lower abdomen. “She’s in here. I’m pregnant with her.” She set the glass of champagne on the table in front of her. She’d have to give up alcohol and cigarettes now that she was with child.

“You can’t be very far along. You aren’t showing,” Bull said. “When’s the due date?”

“Nine months from today,” Rachel said automatically. 

Gabi’s eyes went wide and then she turned her gaze on Cody. “You don’t mean...?”

“Ew, fuck no!” Rachel said when she realized who the father actually was. It also occurred to her outburst had probably been misunderstood by those in the room with her. “I don’t mean you. I’m sure you’d be a great father. I just realized who the father is. It’s Lance. I think I’m going to vomit and it has nothing to do with morning sickness.”

Cody grabbed the champagne bucket and held it in front of her. There was a bright flash and Paige was back in her seat.

"That was way too weird for words," Paige said. "Everything was dark, but somehow I knew that I was in my mom's womb. I couldn't move my body."

"You wouldn't have much to move at that age," Cody said. "What were you, two hours old at the most? Hell, you wouldn't get arms or legs for a month or two." 

"So, what do you want to try next?" Gabi asked.

“I want to live in a world where we’re still family, you, me and Paige, but not one where she is going to prison or is a zygote with Lance for a father.”

Rachel opened her eyes and found herself looking at a ceiling that was in desperate need of a paint job. Judging by the swollen brown stains the roof probably needed to be repaired as well. The room itself smelled of spilt beer and stale cigarette smoke. She was in a bed naked and she wasn’t alone. An equally naked Cody lay next to her, breathing deeply and soundly asleep.

Rachel reached to the side of the bed and retrieved a cigarette pack and lighter from a nightstand crowded with an overflowing ashtray and half a dozen partially empty beer bottles several of which had spent cigarette butts floating in them. Before lighting a morning smoke she found a bottle that hadn’t been used as an ashtray and took a long pull. The beer was flat and room temperature, but it helped clear out the sensation of cottonmouth. Using her freehand she shook the last cigarette out of the pack, stuck it in her mouth and then lit it. The smoke hit her lungs and sent a wave of contentment through her body. She took another pull on the beer followed by another drag and her brain started to clear. 

While she smoked and drank she scanned the room. In one corner was her webcam equipment: laptop, high-resolution webcam, studio lights and an assortment of ashtrays. She kept her clothes on for the most part when she was live streaming, but would spice it up with some sexy lingerie. Most of her smoking was done in front of the camera, taking suggestions or giving a private show for tips. If she was going to ruin her health smoking cigarettes she might as well get paid for it at the same time. 

Her real money-maker was sitting on top of her dresser in a felt case, her pool cue. Not that she actually played with that particular cue when she was hustling. That one her dad had bought her for her eighteenth birthday and it stayed at home when she was pretending that she didn’t know how to play the game.

The other money maker in the room was sitting on the floor next to the bed, a pair of fire engine red, six-inch platform heels. They were her go-to shoe when she was dancing on stage. It was really the easiest way for her to make money, but it was also her least favorite. To be fair, she dug the attention she got while swinging around a pole for a bunch of horny men and if the guy was cute and muscular she could get pretty worked up doing a lap dance, but it didn’t beat the ease of smoking in front of a laptop at home or the thrill of fleecing an overconfident jerk at the pool table. 

All the thought of dancing and hustling was putting her in a mood. She finished off the beer, dropped it noisily onto a pile of last night’s clothing laying on the floor and then pulled back the covers exposing her boyfriend’s morning wood. He was breathing heavily unaware that his dreams were about to become quite erotic. Rachel took a deep drag on her cigarette and then slipped her mouth over Cody’s cock. As she took him deeper into her mouth she let the smoke pour from her nose. She sucked on his cock for a half-minute, took another drag on her cigarette and then went back to sucking cock. Cody woke up just as she was taking the last drag on her spent smoke. She handed it to him so he could extinguish it for her and then climbed on top of him.

She let out a shriek when he first entered her. The man was packing some serious action and it always took her breath away. He reached up and fondled her D cups while she bounced up and down on his lap. 

“Bout time you two got up,” Paige said as she entered the room. “I got a pair of guys lined for later tonight. We’ll run the usual hustle on them. We’re supposed to meet them at eight at Roscoe’s, the tavern on 79th. Cody, you’ll come in an hour later.” She whipped off her tank top, revealing a lacy black bra and an incredibly fit and heavily tattooed upper torso. She also had quite a few piercings, nearly a dozen in each ear, belly button, both nipples and the left nostril.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Rachel said when her sister climbed onto the bed.

“I’m waiting for my turn.” Paige gave her sister a look like she’d just asked if ice was cold.

“Really?” Cody said.

Rachel punched him in his left pec. “Fuck no!” Turning to Paige she said, “Get the fuck out.”

“But isn’t that how it works now? We fuck each others boyfriends? I mean, you fucked Evan, it’s only fair that I get to fuck Cody, right?” 

Rachel paused for a moment and looked her younger sister in the face. “Oh my god, for the millionth time. You two were on a break. It doesn’t count.” She went back to grinding on Cody’s cock.

“Okay, well once you two take a break from fucking each other I’ll take my turn. Sound fair?” She cupped her tits as she caught Cody’s eye. “What do you say Cody, want to give them a feel? Mine haven’t started sagging like hers have.”

“Get! The! Fuck! Out!” Rachel screamed, but didn’t pause sliding up and down on Cody’s thick eight-incher.

“What the hell is going on in here!” Gabi yelled as she entered the room. Her eyes were dark and full of danger. She wore an oversized denim vest covered in patches, the most prominent being a Lords of Chaos patch. A cigarette dangled from her mouth and her ears had nearly as many piercings Paige’s.

“You got another one of those, sis?” Paige said as she scooted to the edge of the bed.

Gabi took the cigarette from the corner of her mouth and handed it over. “Do you ever buy your own cigarettes?”

“Not if I can help it.” Paige took a long drag.

“Would the two of you get the fucking hell out of my room so I can screw my boyfriend in peace.”

“Whose room? Until you pay your share of the rent it’s my room.” She glared at Paige. “That goes for you too.”

“I’ll have my share tomorrow, I swear,” Paige said. “We’ve got a couple live ones lined up and they should be good for two month’s rent, easy.”

“Please leave,” Rachel said. She wished that Cody would hurry up and cum so that this nightmare could end. He looked just as distracted as she was and it was probably spoiling his mood just as much as hers. Still, she had an itch that needed to be scratched and as long as he had an erection she was going to keep scratching.

“I’m being made a member of The Lords of Chaos tonight. You better well be there,” Gabi said.

“We will, this is before that,” Rachel said. “Now please get the fuck out!”

“Come on Paige. Let’s leave them so they can finish in peace.” Gabi said. “Besides, if you’re going to get back at her for fucking Evan just wait a few more weeks when Cody starts getting bored with her.”

“Fuck the both of you straight to hell,” Rachel yelled.

“Would you three keep it down? I can’t hear myself think,” Bull said as he appeared in the doorway. “Oh, hi Cody. How’s it going, man?”

 Cody waggled his eyebrows as he gave Rachel’s tits a tight squeeze. “Can’t complain.”

“I hate you all,” Rachel yelled.

“Come on, let’s leave them be,” Bull said as he grabbed Gabi’s hand and pulled her toward the door. “I don’t know why you three live together when all you do is fight.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Paige said as she followed them out of the room.

“Finally,” Cody said once they were finally alone.

Rachel leaned forward until her face was an inch from his. “If you ever fuck either of my sisters I will cut your balls off. I don’t care if we’re on a break or whatever.”

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a savage kiss. “If we’re not together I’ll fuck whoever I want, but know this, I have no intention of ever being with anyone else. You’re all I want.”

She kissed him back. “Good answer.”

He grabbed her around the waist and then rolled her onto her back. “Now let’s get down to some serious fucking.”

Rachel didn’t like that she fought with her sisters so much. It had a lot to do with their dad. They were all half sisters and he’d screwed over each of their mom’s for another of their moms. He’d left Gabi’s mom, Amelia to be with Rachel’s mom, Yolanda. Then he had an affair with Rita, Paige’s mom. Only he didn’t leave Yolanda, which made both Gabi and Paige very jealous of Rachel who got to grow up with her biological dad. None of them spoke for the first dozen years that they were sisters, but as Gabi entered her twenties she did whatever she could to make a real connection with her younger sisters. When Paige turned eighteen earlier that year they all moved in together. They’d been fighting ever since.

Cody didn’t last much longer and neither did she. As soon as the first load of cum hit her pussy, her body was racked with its own orgasm. She was still screaming in pleasure when she found herself sitting on the couch in the Las Vegas luxury suite. 

“That reality gets my vote,” Cody said, his eyes were the size of casino chips. When he saw Paige looking at him--her face the color of a stop sign--his face changed color too.

“Don’t be gross.” Rachel punched him in the arm. 

“I meant I liked that you were my girlfriend in that reality,” Cody said “That’s all.”

“No offense to you, Cody, but I don’t ever want to be in competition over a guy with my mom or sister,” Paige said.

“I agree,” Rachel said. “I want to be friends, cohorts even. I want to spend my time hustling pool with Cody not fighting with you and Gabi.”

“What if we all had the same mom? Maybe we wouldn’t fight so much,” Paige said.

Before anyone could make a comment the room was filled with a brilliant flash of light once again. Rachel was laying face down on a bed, naked, making out with Cody while another person buried his tongue inside her pussy. She could tell that she was kissing Cody by his smell and the taste of his lips. She knew that the other person was a man by the guttural grunts and the stubble scratching her inner thighs. There were other sounds in the room, feminine moans and wet sounding slurps.

She broke off the kiss, verifying that it was indeed Cody whom she’d been kissing. It also appeared that she was sucking his cock while another version of her was sucking off the man who had his face buried in her snatch. A quick glance back let her know that Bull was the owner of the talented tongue. Gabi was indeed a lucky woman. It was nice of her to share him with her sister.

The other two versions of Rachel stopped sucking the guys' cocks simultaneously. They looked at each other and one on the right side said, “Paige?” while the one on the left said, “Gabi?”

Rachel realized at that moment that they were identical triplets. They were all three 21 years old and the daughter of Yolanda, their dad’s third wife. They got along a lot better in this reality, in fact they shared everything, including their men.

“Ew! No fucking way,” all three sisters said in unison and in a flash they were all back in the hotel suite.

“Well…” Cody said before being silenced by a nasty glare from Rachel.

“What are we going to do now?” Paige said. “I don’t want to fight over guys, but I don’t want to share them either.”

“What if I was the mom?” Gabi said. 

“You’d have to be older,” Bull said. “You’re only seven years older than Rachel.” 

Gabi frowned for a moment. “Lots of women have children while they’re still in high school. If I had her when I was a freshman, then I’d only have to be seven years older than I am right now.” She counted on her fingers for a moment. “Is that right?”

“I think so.” Rachel wasn’t sure about having her sister as her mom, but she was willing to give it a try at least.

“If I can’t have my mom as my mom, I would love to have you as my mom, Aunt Gabi,” Paige said.

“So, I would be their dad?” Bull said, his eyebrows creasing.

“If you put a ring on this finger you’d be their stepdad. Think you can handle that?”

“I think I can manage. Keeping up with you is going to be that hard part.” He gave Gabi a tender kiss.

“Let’s do this thing,” Cody said.

The story continues with Part 7