11 comments/ 244807 views/ 104 favorites Discovery of the Moment Ch. 01 By: nightshadow Note from the author: While many of you will classify this as "sci-fi", I want to make it clear that this story is more than just that. It will span a lot of different categories, with Incest being a major theme. I don't know yet how many chapters this will have or where, exactly, it'll go, but I do believe that it'll go on for quite a while- possibly novel-length. Who knows? For now, just sit back and enjoy the tale as it unfolds. I know I will! And, hey, if you enjoy it enough, please feel free to submit a vote and comment to let me know! The story I am about to tell you may make some of you uncomfortable. Some of you may become angry or indignant. I want to make something absolutely, crystal clear: while I am guilty of some pretty unethical things, most of which I will recount in this story, I am not really a bad person. I love my wife and daughter both very much, the way any good husband and father ought to. I wouldn't consider myself to be a cold-blooded murderer. I don't hold any real malice towards anyone. But some of the things I've done may lead you to believe otherwise. Most of the things I've done, I did so out of typical human curiosity. Other things... well... some of the things I've done, I hope, will be understandable and forgiveable. If you can't forgive me for my transgressions, or at least simply accept the fact of them, I have only one bit of solace: at least you will not be able to hold me accountable. And so we begin, first with some exposition so that you'll understand the world that I live in (which is and is not the same as yours)... Have you ever found yourself sitting in a quiet place, alone and with nothing much to do, just taking in the surroundings with only your mind to keep you company? And, in those peaceful times, have you ever noticed something out of the corner of your eye, something that you'd swear was there but, when you looked directly at it, you found yourself looking at... nothing in particular? Some people theorize that those things just out of your field of vision are ghosts. Or portals to another dimension. Or angels. Something other-worldly. Science might tell you that it's just your imagination. Religionists might say it's God. Pagans may claim that they're spirits. But now I know that they are all wrong. Those things you catch a glimpse of out of the corner of your eye are real. Every bit as real as you and the chair you're sitting in. It's just that they're out of sync with us, mirages of the things that happen in the space between the seconds. A fly zipping along, twenty feet away from you, and your peripheral vision sees just a fraction of a second where the fly is frozen in time. Or the air molecules stand still. Or a passing vehicle stops inexplicably. It's things that are in motion, everyday things that we ignore because our conscious minds interperet them as being in motion- things don't just freeze in time. But what we see in those brief glimpses are those things indeed sort of "stuck" in time. Ever since I was a child I noticed those things. At first they were unsettling to my young mind. I couldn't understand what they were or why I could see them more clearly than other people. And my parents, unable to see the things I saw, taught me to ignore them and disbelieve in their existence. "It's nothing, honey," my mom said countless times. "You're just seeing things." But I knew that I wasn't "just seeing things." I argued the point often as a child, much to the consternation of my parents, until they sent me to a psychologist. After months of sessions with the shrink I came to believe what the head doctor told my parents: that my mind was seeing things just like everyone else, but it was sort of freezing a moment in time within my head- like the pause button on a VCR. He attributed it to a weird manifestation of a photographic memory. "Relatively harmless," he told us. "He'll grow out of it." And with a full year of treatments and appointments, he was right. Well, kind of. He simply convinced me through hypnosis to disregard my "visions" and stop thinking about them. I presume that, with a treatment like this, people call it medical "practice." Years and years went by with me under that psychologist's spell. The events still occurred, but I had been trained to simply act as though nothing had happened when they did. For brief moments I could be caught "staring into space" and then I'd shake my head like I was trying to loosen some cobwebs and I'd continue with whatever I was doing. Teachers thought I was having problems with daydreaming, but the episodes never lasted longer than a second or two, so they never bothered me much about it, except to call my name a little louder if they were talking to me at the time about something. Girlfriends decided that I was being privately brilliant. Regular friends simply thought that I was weird or "spacing out." And, being under the influence of the psychologist's hypnotic suggestion, I didn't disabuse them of these notions and played along, never arguing or belaboring the point when someone noticed it. "It's nothing," I'd tell them. "Just something I've done since I was a kid. Can't explain it." But as I got older, I became more skeptical and cynical about this strange behavior of mine. I started to question it and the cause behind it. The funny thing about hypnotic suggestions, you might be interested to learn, is that the "patient" cannot do anything that he or she does not really want to do. With time I started to combat the suggestion that my "episodes" were nothing to concern myself with and began to focus on them with a new intensity. Slowly, with patience and a strong force of will, I began to break through the hypnotic suggestion and it eventually disappeared entirely. By the time I was well into my thirties, an adult male with a beautiful daughter and loving wife, the block on my mysterious episodes fell to pieces and I was once again able to fully be aware of them on a conscious level. The first really amazing breakthrough came for me when I was 36. I was watching my 17-year-old daughter's last soccer game of her Junior year at high school, just a few weeks away from her 18th birthday. She'd been playing soccer since she was 8 years old and was very good at it. Both me and my wife Sarah were extremely proud of our girl's accomplishments in the game and the good it had done for her both physically and emotionally. We, Sarah and I, were sitting on the bleachers, cheering our daughter Kelly on as she peddled the ball down the field towards the opposing team's goal, when something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I couldn't really tell what it was, just a blur that caught my interest. Without actually thinking about it, I physically turned my head to look at it and, much to my surprise, it didn't disappear like it had when I was a child. This time, while surrounded by dozens of people, the episode wasn't an episode. It had become a Moment. A moment in time when everything else stopped and the thing I was looking at, which happened to be a man calling out to his own daughter on the field, was stuck in a perfect, statuesque pose. No sound came from this mouth, he didn't move a single bit. I looked fully at him and he did nothing. Frozen. I stared openly at the total stranger for what seemed like an eternity, but I'm guessing that it was only one or two seconds at most. And while I stared at him I quickly became aware that everything else had stopped, too. The man wasn't just paused, but everything around me was halted as though I had freeze-framed Reality. And as soon as I came to this startling realization, time seemed to snap back into motion and the man was suddenly yelling again. "Go, Bethany!" he shouted. "Stop her!" He then stopped and glanced at me briefly, noticing that I was staring at him with my jaw dropped open into a perfect "O." He knitted his eyebrows and said, "What?" I played it off and shrugged. "Sorry," I said. "I thought you were someone I knew." I offered a lop-sided, embarrassed grin and turned my attention back to Kelly's game. I looked just in time to see her kick the ball into the net, which brought a round of cheers from everyone on the bleachers. "Did you see that, honey?" Sarah exclaimed as she grabbed my arm in excitement. "Did you see that?! What a shot!" I smiled at her and joined her in cheering on our daughter enthusiastically. Any good father would. But even so, my mind was awhirl with what I had just experienced. It was buzzing with questions and possibilities. At the forefront of my thoughts, even as I felt jubilant over my daughter's amazing success on the field, was the primary of all questions: Could I do it again? Over the next few weeks I bent myself towards recreating my experience as often as possible. I came to find that, with some effort, I could indeed do it again- repeatedly. And each time that I did, I learned that I could draw out the duration of my experiences from a few seconds to a few minutes. At first I was just awed by what I had discovered, amazed at how quiet and surreal everything was in the "between" moments. I'm sure that most people have seen TV shows and movies where time "stopped" for a character, where things became frozen while the characters could interact with their environments. For all intents and purposes, that's pretty much what my experiences are like. In the beginning stages I was simply content to sit still and observe things around me as I learned how to control my strange ability. But, as my control grew, I became bolder and more curious. I began to move around and interact with this frozen world I had found myself in. Some might think that I had learned how to freeze time, but I don't feel that would be a proper description of what I can do. Rather than freeze time for the rest of Reality, I think it's more apropos to say that I have learned how to step outside of Time. If you think of the Time/Space Continuum as a sort of studio recording, where there are various tracks of audio playing all at the same time to produce a song, you could imagine that I personally represent one of those tracks and I have somehow discovered how to isolate myself from the rest of the music. What's important here is that I can achieve this state not only as a singular entity, that is to say my own body, but I can take other things along with me such as clothing or anything I am currently touching when I step out of Time, like my cell phone or watch or MP3 player. This is important because it means that I can isolate multiple "tracks" from the Time-Stream, which can be very useful for long "trips" when I take them. Understand that stepping out of Time is not a simple matter of just doing it and then, let's say, getting into a car and driving somewhere. That would be virtually impossible to do. Why? Because when I'm stepping in between one second and the next (which is, essentially, what I'm doing- I'm existing between the seconds), complex chemical reactions cannot occur, Which means that gas cannot be combusted to create heat or energy and batteries cannot release energy from their chemical reactions. Believe me, I've tried it. When I'm "between" (which is what I call it) and I try to use anything which requires complex chemical reactions or machinery, all I get is nothing. The engine doesn't turn, the motor doesn't start... nothing at all happens except that I sit there, turning an ingition key for no particular reason. In the end, it's a good thing that I can't drive while I'm Between- while I may be in motion, no one else is and driving in a frozen world could have disasterous and deadly results. And forget about using guns. Only simple tools like scissors and wrenches can be used unless, of course, I drag something with me into those Between moments. But some things do remain constant. On a hot summer day the heat is still there- but there is absolutely no wind. While light atoms don't necessarily move, they still retain their luminescent properties, so I can still see things without worry- even when the light is coming from light bulbs and whatnot. Electricity doesn't flow like it should, but I can still get one hell of a jolt from a wall socket (I learned that one the hard way). On a rainy day, the water droplets are still in the air and they can still get me wet- but they are frozen in place, just like everything else. And water itself is an extraordinarily interesting thing to observe when I'm Between- a body of water, while motionless, is still malleable. I can still dip my hand into a body of water and still drink. The strange thing is that the water reacts to me the way a pool of tar might react to someone in normal time- it's thick and resistant to change and doesn't really flow unless acted upon by another force (me). Actually, all liquids are like that. I haven't tried it yet, but I suppose that I could step outside of Time at the exact moment when someone spills a drink and stop the liquid from ever hitting the ground. But that's not the point of this story, is it? You're not interested in the physical properties of the universe when time stands still, are you? No indeed. You're interested in the possiblities. And, frankly, so was I. What would you do with my gift? Rob a bank? Have guilt-free, anonymous sex with people without them ever knowing it? Learn the secrets of the rich and famous? Stop crimes? Save lives? These, I presume, are the normal things that a person would do or attempt if they found themselves in my shoes. And, yes, I did them all. Well, except for the bank robbery- it proved to be too much trouble and I realized that I couldn't explain how I suddenly became extremely rich without alerting the authorities. But I did, on occasion, manage to sneak out a few hundred-dollar bills when I found myself short on funds. A frozen world in a time of need can easily become a giant ATM- but I've always picked money from places that wouldn't really miss it such as banks, major retail outlets and casinos. Is it the lesser of two evils to steal from those who steal from us? Ethics, I will admit, have become a much fuzzier thing for me these days. By the time I was able to control how long I could stay Between for indefinite periods of time, I began to realize the potential adventures I could have. I could do anything I wanted, good or bad, and no one would be the wiser. And the first time I realized this was on a particularly memorable day, about six months after my discovery. On this particular day I had gone Between and decided to stroll around the house to see what my wife and daughter were up to. Yes, to spy on my family. My wife was in the process of making dinner, standing next to the sink while cutting cucumbers for a salad. Her hand held the knife just as she was about to chop down on the vegetable and, looking over to the stove, I could see the frozen billows of steam coming from a saucepan of spaghetti sauce. When I went to the stove and smelled the steam I was pleased to learn that I could do so without any hindrance- and it smelled wonderful, too. I turned back to my frozen wife, walked up to her and planted a loving kiss on her cheek- a kiss that she would never be aware of, but it was heartfelt just the same. I went deeper into the house to seek out my daughter. Walking past the living room, I saw that the TV was on. An image of George Clooney was frozen on the screen. I believe the scene was from a rerun of ER, which was one of my wife's favorite shows to watch. Passing the living room, I went upstairs to Kelly's room. She wasn't there, but I knew that she was home. The only other logical place for her to be would've been the bathroom. So, without a thought or concern in the world, I walked to the bathroom, opened the door and was surprised to see my daughter right where I expected her to be. She was bent over at the waist, completely naked, dipping her hand into a bathtub full of what appeared to be hot water. Steam rose, frozen, from the spout and the bathroom mirror had become fogged with more of the same. It felt warm and humid there, staring at my naked daughter, and I actually apoligized to her frozen form, not realizing that she couldn't hear or see me. I felt a bit foolish a second later when she didn't react to my intrusion and I remembered the state I was in. It was truly amazing, I must admit, to see my daughter in this intimate, vulnerable state of undress. The years of soccer and general athletics had done wonders for her young body. Her skin was flawless and held a slightly pink hue under the warm bathroom lights. Her sandy blonde hair was undone and hanging down over her left shoulder and I noticed that her hair had a slight natural curl to it that was quite appealing to look at. Her muscle tone, as evinced by the way her leg muscles pulled taut while bending at the waist, was exquisite. Allowing myself only a brief second of indulgence, I glanced at Kelly's upturned ass and noted how firm it seemed and how it so beautifully framed the cute, tiny pussy lips beneath. I decided that gazing upon the beauty of my daughter's sex was, perhaps, going a bit too far and, besides which, was not the end of her. There was lots more. I approached her side and knelt down to look at her face. But it was her breasts, large and hanging pendulously while she bent over, that really caught my attention. I was stunned at how well my baby's body had developed and tried to reconcile how I had missed the changes over the years. I intellectually knew she was a pretty and attractive young lady, thanks to all the boys who kept knocking on our door, but I hadn't truly appreciated just how womanly and beautiful she had become right under my nose. Her breasts held a sort of largish bell shape as they hung down and were capped by two very erect nipples, which sat upon quarter-sized areolaes. Thin blue veins could be seen creeping and crawling their way under the surface of Kelly's magnificent breasts and I found myself totally enthralled at how, even when frozen in time, my daughter seemed to possess so much grace and poise. I know it's sick and perverted for me to have done so, but I couldn't help myself. My curiosity got the better of me and I just had to know how those wonderful bits of flesh felt. I slowly and cautiously reached up to touch one of those untouchable globes, the left one, absurdly worried that she might suddenly come to life and scream at me for doing so even though I knew she couldn't possibly do that, and I soon felt her hard nipple press into the softness of my palm. The sensation was utterly unique. As I applied more pressure to her left breast, my hand fully cupped the rest of the flesh and I was amazed to find that it moved and conformed to touch just like any breast in normal time would. Unlike my wife's breasts, which I have felt countless times and are truly terrific, Kelly's had the firmness of youth. They were firm and soft to the touch and amazingly warm and I thoroughly enjoyed the illicit feel of them as I freely groped my daughter's breasts with both hands. Oh, dear God, it was absolute bliss! But it took me only a few seconds of fondling those wonderous teats before I realized that, like any man would, I had developed a raging erection. An erection for my own daughter. Then my widened eyes fell upon the underside of my daughter's body, focused directly on the place where her pubic hair should have been. It was all gone, every last strand. What a way to learn that my daughter shaved her pussy completely bald! I gazed at that forbidden spot and licked my lips. I pulled my hand back and contemplated this new truth in silence for several long seconds while my nude daughter, frozen in time and preparing to take a bath, stood bent over beside me. What was I doing? I'm the girl's father, for Christ's sake! How could I sit there and fondle her and enjoy it like some sleeze? I mentally battled and berated myself for my lascivious and lust-laden thoughts, all the while fully aware that I had succumbed to a most base desire. I wanted to do this. I wanted to do it as dearly as I'd ever wanted anything in life. But why now? Was it just the convenience of the situation or was it something more? And how could I reconcile my devious desires against my paternal insticts as this innocent girl's father? I couldn't, pure and simple. I couldn't reconcile anything and all I could do was try furtively to ignore every signal that my body was sending up to my brain: this is primal, you idiot, and you MUST do it! Discovery of the Moment Ch. 01 I stood up and walked backwards a few paces, my eyes still locked on my daughter's nubile, naked form. And that was when the rationalizations began. She's completely unaware of anything. She'll never know. And she's not THAT innocent, is she? No indeed. What about that time you caught her in bed with that Brad kid, back when she was 16? Got her on birth control after that, didn't you? Yeah, that was quite a talk you had with Sarah over that decision. And "innocent" Kelly took her birth control like clockwork, didn't she? And there she is, in the perfect position for you to take her, a practical invitation on every animalistic level. So why not, buddy? Why not? It's not like anyone will ever catch you or know about it and it's not like there's a great risk of getting your own daughter pregnant. Oh, my dear, merciful God, I stood there in that bathroom, staring at my daughter's nakedness and found myself beginning to believe that I truly could do this very wrong thing. That I could, when you come right down to it, rape my own daughter and completely get away with it. God help me, that's precisely what I did, too. Without even realizing it, my hand had started to stroke my cock through my jeans. It was a completely absent-minded action, one that I was totally oblivious to until I felt my right hand started to fiddle with the zipper. And it was then that the Father in me fell silent and the Man took over. Somehow a switch inside my head got flipped either on or off (depending on your perspective) and I undid my pants. Within seconds I had kicked off my pants and boxers from around my ankles and held my hardness in my hands, stroking it in preparation for this wholly sinful act. With a licentious lick of my lips, I walked up behind my daughter and placed my free hand on one of her butt cheeks. It felt just as soft and firm yet pliable under my touch as her breasts did, much to my sick delight. I felt the muscles under her skin, which was warm and intoxicating to my senses, and kneaded the flesh in eager anticipation. Go ahead, I told myself. You know you want to and you'll be the only one to ever know. I got directly behind my beautiful Kelly, cock still hard in my hand, and lined the head up with her perfectly framed and exposed pussy lips. Before I actually placed myself inside her delicate folds, I slid my hand into them, caressing them gently and with near reverence. Much to my surprise (and joy), I found that her pussy was moist, as though she had always been ready for this invasion. I got my fingertips good and wet with her juices, brought them to my lips and tasted them. Ambrosia! Ambrosia and honey, the sweetest elixir God had ever created in His realm passed my taste buds and, from that moment onward, I was hooked. I knew, right then and there, that this would not be a one-and-only event. I would do this again as certainly as I would cross the threshold of Time itself and remove myself from its influence. I lined my cockhead up with my daughter's wet slit and began to gently push myself inside her warm depths. My God, she was tight! Tight and warm and wet and soft, all at once. The inner walls of my daughter's exposed pussy gripped my cock like they were hungry for it, sucking me in as I pushed slowly and deliberately. I'm not extraordinarily well-endowed, but have been blessed with more than the average man- seven inches in length and roughly four inches in circumference. I slowly, carefully pushed inch after inch of this girl's own father's cock inside her entrance and relished it until, finally, my groin was flush up against the flesh of her ass and my balls slightly grazed the underside of her neatly shaven mound. The whole time I was looking down at this entirely wicked intrusion into my daughter's silent, helpless body, enthralled to watch as my cock slid inside her. And when I was fully inserted, I slowly, ever so slowly, began to pull out until just the head remained inside her. As I pulled outward, I thrilled at the sight of her inner lips as they pulled out with my shaft, gripping it tightly. Now fully committed to my perversion, I grabbed my daughter's hips and thrust myself back inside her as a low grown escaped my throat. Back out again, this time more quickly, and then back in. Slow, steady strokes of my cock into my daughter's pussy followed after that and, before I knew it, I was fucking her deeply and methodically. I watched every insertion and near extraction of my cock as it slid within Kelly's succulent folds, totally enraptured by this illicit coupling. Within minutes my pace picked up and I thrust into her fully, sometimes with forceful glee. At times I could feel the very tip of my cock tap on her cervix as I pushed inside her as deeply as I could and each time it did, I had to force myself not to cum right then. For countless minutes I continued to pound away at my daughter's very womb until I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to cum. And then I was faced with the pentultimate decision: do I pull out of my daughter's pussy or do I follow my instictive desire to shoot her full of her father's cum, the very seed that had created her? Oh, what an excruciating decision! And having my penis firmly planted inside her didn't help any. Ultimately, I did as any man probably would. I pushed myself as deeply inside this wonderfully beautiful young woman's pussy as I could and let loose with my cum. I actually felt the semen shoot out of me as it filled her entirely, my hips jerking lewdly into her frozen body as I released the contents of my testicles into the very core of her sex. I could feel her wetness on my groin as my cock spasmed inside her, jumping with each salvo of thick, white cum. And, almost as suddenly as it had begun, my orgasm ended, my hands still holding tightly to her trim and muscular waist while this hapless young lady's pussy soaked in her father's cum. I stood there, looking down at myself still joined at her sex, while my cock slowly but surely began to soften inside her. I don't know if it was from the exertion or from the realization of just how immense my actions had been, but I let out with a massive gust of air, as though I had been holding it for a lifetime. Finally, I pulled myself free from my daughter's cum-drenched pussy lips, her body still relatively as it had been before my onslaught, and watched in amazement as some of my cum lewdly spilled from her clenched, well-fucked cunt. I couldn't believe what I had just done, but the evidence was there, right in front of me. I couldn't escape the enormity of it: I had just raped my daughter and no one would ever know (until now, as you're reading this). And, just as surely as I could see the results of my activity, so would my daughter, when I reinserted myself back into the Time/Space Continuum. Without any doubt in my mind I knew that she would sense what had happened to her, not knowing how or who, but definitely aware of the what. And you know what thought came to mind at that realization? I'll tell you: Well, at least she's about to take a bath. How fucking sick is that, right? But the truth is, I enjoyed that thought. I enjoyed it very much. My daughter, who was no stranger to sex and had once admitted to me that she liked it quite a bit, would feel the results of her father cumming as deeply inside her pussy as possible. At first she might be alarmed, but I had a sneaking suspicion that, when her mind caught up with the reality of the situation, she would be very pleased indeed. She once thanked me, pointedly, for getting her on birth control because she learned, through experience, just how sexy and thrilling it can feel to have a man's sperm harmlessly swimming inside her body. That was pretty much a direct quote, too. So, yes, I think that, once she somehow acknowledged the reality of what had happened, even without an adequate explanation, she would remain silent and hopeful that it might occur again someday. I was certain of it. After all, who knows a girl better than her father, right? I quickly squelched any guilt I might have felt over what I had done, rationalizing that I had actually deposited a gift within her body, and pulled up my boxers and pants. I quickly fastened my jeans and turned, ready to leave the bathroom. As I held the door open, ready to exit, I turned once more to gaze at my daughter's just-fucked pussy. A single drop of my cum fell from her pussy lips and splattered almost silently on the floor. With a wolfish smile on my lips, I left the scene of my crime and decided to leave my Between state, my ears perked and eager to hear my daughter's reaction through the bathroom door after I closed it behind me. With a practiced thought and slight shift in perception, I suddenly found myself back in the world of motion and activity. I heard the happy humming of my wife in the kitchen, the sound of George Clooney's voice on the TV, the rush of the bathwater as it filled the tub and the surprised gasp of my daughter as realization struck her like a ton of bricks. "Mmmmm!" she groaned with satisfaction, but that was quickly followed by, "Oh, my- what the FUCK!" I heard Kelly exclaim on the other side of the bathroom door. "What the- holy fucking hell! What the fuck!?" I chose, at that moment, to gently knock on the door. "Kelly? Are you okay in there?" "Huh?" came her surprised reply. "Dad?" "It's me, Kelly. I thought I heard you in there. Are you okay? What's wrong?" "Oh, uhm," her answer was slow in the coming, as though she was thinking carefully about what she was going to say. "Uh, nothing, I guess." "You guess?" I said. "What I just heard didn't sound like nothing, honey. Are you okay?" "No, I'm fine. I just, uh, got a weird text message on the phone," she said, lying through her teeth. "That's all. Nothing important. Just one of my, uhm, friends acting stupid." And then, very quietly, I heard her say to herself, "Where the fuck did all this shit come from?" "So you're okay, then?" I asked her, knowing full well that she was faced with one hell of a mystery between her legs, wondering just how the hell someone had deposited a full load of baby-batter inside her pussy without her knowing it. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just surprised, I guess. By the text message. Listen, Dad, I'm about to, uh, take a hot bath. Can we talk about this in a little bit?" At that moment I decided to go Between again and opened the bathroom door when the world once again fell silent. I saw my daughter with one leg propped up on the toilet lid, one hand holding her pussy lips wide open as a rather large globule of my jism pooled at the opening and the other hand damn near stuffed inside her mouth. My daughter, unknowingly, was sucking down a healthy dollup of her father's cum into her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she relished the taste and I felt myself start to harden again as I wondered if I could somehow give her yet another little surprise. But then I decided that once was enough, for now. I'd let her be alone with her mystery gift. So I closed the door once more, the image of her sucking my cum from her fingers forever burned in my mind, and returned back to normal Time. "Sure, honey," I said to her through the door. "Enjoy your bath. Mom's cooking dinner, so don't take too long, okay?" "All right," she answered. "I'll be out in a little bit." And so I left her alone to try and figure out how she'd just been fucked and filled with cum without her knowing about it. I walked back down the hallway towards the kitchen, satisfied that my sinful actions would never be exposed. When I got to the kitchen, I announced myself. "Mmm! Smells good!" My wife turned to face me with a surprised expression on her face. "Hi, honey. I didn't hear you come in. I thought you were still outside doing that meditation thing you've been doing lately." I gave her a shrug and a smile and said, "What can I say? Your husband's got secret talents that you've never been aware of." "Clearly," she said. "And sneaking around like a ninja is one of them." I approached her and planted a kiss on her lips, enjoying the delicious knowledge that I had just fucked our daughter and got away with it. "Well us ninja dads can't go around making ourselves known all the time, can we? Otherwise, what would be the point of all that training?" I looked around the kitchen and took a long, deep whiff of the smells it offered. "Looks like it's gonna be scrumptious," I said. "Spaghetti?" "Mm-hm," Sarah answered as she turned back to resume her work on the salad. "Could you tell Kelly that dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes, please?" "She's taking a bath," I informed her, "but I've already told her that you're almost done with dinner. She said that she won't be long." Sarah laughed. "Well, I hope you're right. She left her cell phone in here on the counter, so at least she won't have that to distract her." I looked over at the countertop where we usually dropped things when we came into the house- keys, mail and other sundry items. Sure enough, there was our daughter's cell phone, sitting serenely on a stack of week-old junk mail. "Hmm," I said. "Maybe I'll hold onto this and give it to her when we're done eating. We wouldn't want her to be texting in between bites, would we?" My wife giggled slightly. "Oh, heavens forbid. But what the hell? It might be fun to watch her scramble around, looking for the damn thing. Sometimes, I swear, I wonder why we even let her have it in the first place." As I pocketed the phone I said, "Because neither of us wants to deal with the bitch-fest that'll ensue if we take it away. Face it, honey: teens and cell phones go together these days like dogs go with leashes." "Ha! If only she'd start to think of it as a leash, the way we do, she might use it less. Have you seen our usage lately? It's off the chart! I'm beginning to wonder when she has the time for school, what with all the talking on the phone that she does." "Thankfully we don't have to worry about it interfering with school until August, when it's back in session. If it'll please you, honey, I'll have a talk with her about using it so much." My wife snorted with derision. "Good luck with that, Jonathan. You'd have better luck getting that mustard seed to move the proverbial mountain." "You never know," I replied with a knowing smirk. "After all, Ninja Dads have all kinds of secret weapons." "Yeah, well, if you have a secret weapon that will convince our daughter to start being mindful of how much it costs to have those things, please be sure to share it with your adoring wife." I walked up behind her, planted a quick kiss on her earlobe and said, "Now what's the point of having a secret weapon if I go and share it with the uninitiated?" My wife playfully bucked her hips to push me away and she laughed. "Don't worry, honey. I'll talk with her, okay?" "Fine," Sarah said. "I'll trust you to do your thing with her. Lord knows that you've had more luck influencing her behavior these last few years than I have. Now... go get yourself ready for dinner. It'll be ready in a few minutes." She glanced over my shoulder at the sauce and cried out. "Or, maybe not!" With that, she bolted past me and started to fuss over what looked like a slightly unexpected mess. I decided to follow my wife's orders and go get cleaned up. As I walked back towards our bedroom, which had a bathroom of its own, I noticed the stickiness I felt around my groin. Yes, indeed. I'd need to clean that mess up before I sat down to dinner. Having just fucked my daughter was bad enough, but sitting at the dinner table with her pussy juice still soaking into my cock shaft would've been... tacky. ---------------------------------------------- After dinner we all three sat down in the living room to watch a movie, an action flick starring Nicholas Cage. Halfway through it my wife stretched and yawned, a sure sign that it was time for her to hit the sack. Like clockwork, my wife is. When 11 o'clock rolls around, she immediately heads for bed since she has to wake up earlier than Kelly and I. My wife works for a tech company whose sole purpose is to make life miserable for its empoyees by starting the day shifts at six in the morning. As an upper-level exec in the company, Sarah must be there before everyone else to make sure that the day's projects are on track and properly staffed. When a particularly exciting action sequence came to an end in the movie, my wife stood up from the couch she and I were sharing. "It's that time," she announced to us. She leaned down to kiss me lightly on the lips. "Enjoy the rest of the movie, honey. I love you." I smiled lovingly at her and said, "Sleep well, hon. And I'll be sure to set the alarm, as always." "Thanks," she replied and then left Kelly and I to finish watching the movie. Kelly, Goddess of the DVD Remote, sat up from the love seat she'd occupied and paused the movie. "Time for an intermission," she said, following her mother out into the hallway and heading towards the kitchen. As she left she tossed the remote to me for safekeeping. I stayed seated where I was, knowing that my daughter was in the kitchen to search for her cell phone. She wouldn't find it, of course, because I still had it in my pocket. Which meant that she'd come back through in a minute or two. And, sure enough, a minute passed by when she came back into the living room with a somewhat concerned expression on her face. "What is it?" I asked her. "Oh. Uhm. Nothing," she answered. "Just looking for my cell phone." "I thought you had it with you in the bathroom earlier?" I said, knowing what the truth was. She had only told me that because it was the only way to excuse her gasp when she found that her pussy had been mysteriously filled with cum. My cum, unbeknownst to her. "Oh. Yeah. I did, didn't I? I guess I can-" I pulled the phone out of my pocket and said, "I found it in the kitchen earlier, before dinner." I held it up for her to take while giving her a look which indicated that I'd very much like an explanation as to how it was in the kitchen when, just moments before, she'd told me that it was in the bathroom with her. Kelly blushed slightly, knowing that she'd been caught in a white lie. "I, uh... sorry." She took the phone from me and glanced at the call log with an almost palpable air of disinterest. "So... you're not going to tell me what really went on in there earlier?" She glanced up at me from the phone and then back down at its glowing screen. She closed it slowly as she considered her answer. "I... I'm not exactly sure I should," she said tentatively. "Actually, I'm not really too clear on what happened in there myself. Something just, uh, surprised me, I guess." I arched an eyebrow at her. "Something you felt you had to lie about, eh?" Silence hung in the air for a beat and then I decided to let her off the hook. "It's okay," I said with an unconcerned wave of my hand. "I understand that, sometimes, girls need to have their little secrets. As long as it's nothing too serious, I won't bother you about it. It's, uh, not too serious, is it?" My daughter tilted her head to one side as she considered it and then shook her head. "I don't think so, no. Nothing major." I smiled blandly, knowing full well what was probably going through her mind, but let it pass. I patted the seat next to me, which my wife had vacated just a few moments before, and offered it to Kelly. "Care to join me? Your mom left it nice and warm..." Kelly gave me a sweet smile, one that reminded me of the days when she was so young and tiny as a little girl, and nodded her head. Within seconds she was leaning up against me and I wrapped a fatherly arm around her shoulders as I hit the play button on the DVD remote. The movie resumed and we watched it in silence. A few minutes later, Kelly stretched out and laid down with her head in my lap. And there we both stayed until the credits started rolling. I turned the DVD player off with the remote, tossed it aside and looked at my daughter, who was now dozing quietly on top of my legs. There, in the light provided only by the static on the TV, I regarded my beautiful daughter as she slept peacefully, completely trusting that I would protect her while she dreamed of God knows what. She looked so innocent and serene that it melted my heart. It was moments like this that I had come to truly appreciate about fatherhood. I mean, that's what it was about, right? Those perfect moments when all was quiet and a parent could still feel like a guardian, regardless of how old their child may be. Think whatever else you may about me, I said it before: I truly do love my daughter, lecherous notions be damned. Discovery of the Moment Ch. 01 But the day's events still hadn't left my mind. Even as she slept, I recalled the memory of how tight my daughter's pussy was as I had fucked her without her knowing. I daresay that the moment will forever stay burned in my mind as a turning point for me. The point where all my illicit fantasies, so deeply buried and latent that I had barely been aware of them, came to fruition. It was the moment when I realized that, with my ability to step outside of time, the world truly was my oyster and I could do literally anything I wanted with virtually no repercussions. And in that perfect moment of serenity, with my daughter asleep on my lap, I decided to step outside of time once more. The static on the TV screen froze, my daughter's steady breathing stopped and the world once again fell silent. I looked down at her sleeping form and allowed my lecherous side out for just a few moments. Without caution or preamble I reached across the front of her oversized tee-shirt and slipped my hand down the top of her shirt to touch the flesh of my daughter's breast. It barely even registered in my lust-filled brain that she wasn't wearing a bra, but that factoid was just an elemental bit of nothing- I was surprised to feel that her nipple was hard as a button, much like it had been when I felt her up earlier in the bathroom. I gently kneaded the soft flesh for a few moments and then decided to just let it be for now. I stood up carefully so as not to disturb her and looked down at my frozen daughter, mildly surprised to see that her head didn't move to take up the void I'd left in the couch cushion. Her head hung in mid air as though I was still sitting beneath her. How weird a sight that was to see, let me tell you. I closed my eyes and willed the lecherous old bastard within me to go away while the father in me took over. With absolute care, I picked my daughter up off the sofa and carried her into her bedroom, where I gently laid her on her bed. I didn't bother with taking her nightshirt off or putting her under the sheets since I figured that she would wake up enough on her own to do that later on. I kissed her lovingly on the cheek and then left her alone. A moment later, I found myself in the bed I shared with my wife and, without another thought, laid down to sleep. Within minutes I was dead to the world and utterly ignorant of anything in it. And I had forgotten, in my sleepiness, to set the alarm clock for my wife and, more importantly, to reinsert myself back into normal time. There I slept, in Between one second and the next, for an unknown amount of time in total silence as the world waited forever patiently for me to awake once more. Discovery of the Moment Ch. 02 Author's Note: I'd like to thank the many people who've commented both privately and publicly- ALL of the statements have been supportive and inspiring. Now a word to the wise: this particular chapter doesn't have any actual sex scenes in it, but it opens the doors for something entirely new to happen. So those of you who simply enjoy a story for the sake of a story, I hope this one will keep you coming back for more. And for those of you who eagerly anticipate some erotica, I promise that the next chapter will please you in spades. * Weeks had gone by after that incident with Kelly and I still hadn't repeated the experience I had with her while I was Between. I just couldn't seem to catch her in a position that would allow for easy entry without having to damn near jump through hoops. And then there was the guilt of it all. She is my daughter and I do love her very much. What I did was, no matter how I slice it, wrong. I wouldn't have done that kind of thing in Normal Time to her and doing it while I was Between felt just as wrong. Thrilling, yes, but still wrong. It was like I was living two separate lives. In Normal Time, I was a kind, generous, loving father and husband who went to work like any normal guy would. But there was my Between self, the version of me who was able to do anything I wanted at any given moment. And don't think that, just because I didn't repeat my experience with Kelly that I didn't go Between again. I most certainly did, and often. At least twice a day. Sometimes it would be just for a few moments, to satisfy a curiosity of mine and other times it was for hours on end, just to learn what I could about the people around me. Primarily, I found myself fascinated with my co-workers and neighbors and the things they did when they thought no one else was looking. For instance, I learned that Frank DiCappo, who ran the advertising department at the radio station I worked at, liked to go to the bathroom every day at two o'clock. I could practically set my clock by it and it wasn't a big secret amongst the rest of the staff. We all knew that, when the clock struck 2, Frank would disappear into the Men's room for anywhere between ten and twenty minutes. Always the same stall, too. But none of us could ever figure out exactly what it was he did in there every day. Some of us speculated that he had Irritable Bowel Syndrome and was just taking a bathroom break longer than most. Others thought that perhaps he was a cocaine addict who got his fix in the bathroom stalls. But none of us ever had the courage (or lack of decorum) to pointedly ask him and, frankly, we all rather enjoyed the mystery of it- it gave us something to talk about during our slow times in the office. But one day I just got fed up with the not-knowing and, about five minutes after he'd gone into the Men's room, I went Between to go and investigate. Come to find out that he masturbated to porn videos on his iPod. The truth was, to be honest, far more mundane and considerably more pathetic than our idle imaginings. I didn't have the heart to tell anyone else what I'd learned mostly because I couldn't figure out how to explain my method of discovering the truth but also because I really didn't want to spoil it for everyone else. Besides, some secrets are best kept in the dark, y'know? But then there was Francine Cower, the hot trophy wife who lived two houses down from us. For years Sarah and I wondered what that woman did in her house all day, every day while her husband Joe was out at work or playing golf. We'd been inside the house once or twice just to be neighborly, but nothing there ever seemed out of sorts. Actually, the Cowers seemed to have quite a nice and well-kept abode. It wasn't gradiose or anything- pretty normal, really. But there was a very noticeable diffidence and affability between Francine and Joe, like they were feeding off of each other in something like love, but less so. Sarah and I figured that she was involved in some long-term but very discrete love affair, despite us never seeing any strange men hanging about the Cower residence. All we ever saw was Francine and her sister Delilah over there while Joe was out, not including the postman who was in his sixties, not at all attractive and never went inside their house. But on a sojourn to the Land in Between, I found out that Francine was indeed having an affair- with Delilah, of all people. Apparently Delilah and Francine carried quite a torch for each other and had kept up their affair for years without anyone suspecting. And it helped that Joe Cower was fully aware of the lesbian love-affair. In fact, he was more than just aware of it, he was involved in it, too. While in Between one boring Wednesday when I had gotten home from work early, I snuck into their house and discovered Francine and Delilah frozen in the 69 position on the living room floor. I hid myself in the hallway, just out of sight from the living room, and listened in on their torid sex for several long minutes. Those two women, it seems, like to talk during sex. A lot. And the most exciting topic of their sexual conversations center almost exclusively on what Joe will do to either of them when he gets home. Will he force his wife to suck his cum from his sister's just-sodomized asshole or will he indulge in a double-header blowjob from both ladies while he tells them what sluts they are? Ah, yes. The Cowers are an amazing couple indeed and, clearly, there is more to them than meets the eye. Sadly, as juicy as the truth about what those two ladies do in the privacy of their own home is, I can't ever tell a soul about it. At least, not without giving away how I knew. So many people in this world carry so many dirty little secrets. The guy sitting in the car next to you might have a dead body in the trunk. The woman behind you in the theater might be hiding there to avoid her abusive husband. The boy playing on the swings in the park may have just shop-lifted a small bag of candy from the local convenience store. Or the young teenaged girl next door might be six months pregnant. You never really do know what's going on around you because, frankly, hardly anyone ever puts their dirty laundry out on the street for all to gaze upon. But I'm learning. I'm learning all that I can, taking what I can and going into places where angels fear to tread. And I'm loving it. It's not all about my own selfish desires, though. I do perform the occasional act of grace and kindness when I go Between. Once I stopped a child from getting hit by car whose driver wasn't paying attention. Another time I deflated the tires and removed the spark plug cables of a burglar's getaway car and called the cops. Yet another time I managed to save the life of a telephone repair man who had accidentally fallen from a telephone pole by cushioning his fall with a shitload of pillows- almost as soon as he was safely down, I went Between and removed the pillows then reinserted myself into Normal Time to watch him literally get down on his knees and thank God for breaking his fall (I feel that this gift, for whatever reason, was bestowed upon me by God, so I believe that the guy was thanking the proper entity, even though I was the one who had physically intervened). I won't say that I've been Superman or anything, but I've definitely tried to use my gift for good, as a sort of balance to my selfish uses for it. And when I did those deeds, I didn't do them with any sense of premeditation, like looking for people to rescue or save, but saw the need for my services and did what was necessary when I was able. I know what you're thinking, though: why didn't I just spend my entire day helping people out? The answer is simple and perhaps difficult to accept: sometimes people need their pain. I can't be everywhere at once and really don't want to be. If I tried, I'd never get anything in my own life done and I'd end up resenting Humanity in general. Then there's the fact that someone out there would notice that all these crimes were being stopped mysteriously and they would start to figure out how... and possibly discover my secret or get me arrested for vigilantism. I am, by and large, a relatively good guy, but I'm no superhero and have no desire or intention to be. That said, there was a pivotal and extraordinary incident, like my first experience with Kelly, that will stay with me until the day I die. A week before Kelly was to start her senior year in high school, Sarah and I decided to treat our daughter to a night out on the town. It was basically a date with the parents which included dinner and a movie. The dinner was good and the movie was entertaining, but both were merely incidental to the night's big events. On the way home we stopped at a convenience store to get some gas and cold drinks. We've done this a thousand times before, with each trip being as uneventful as ever, until this night. My two ladies went into the station to get their drinks while they waited for me to pump the gas, which was our normal routine. A few minutes later I joined them inside. Sarah was looking at some sodas and Kelly was eyeballing the energy drinks (always the athlete, looking for the next trend in "pick-me-up" drinks). I walked up to my wife and planted a loving kiss on her cheek as I pulled open a cooler door, reaching my hand inside to withdraw a bottle of Coke. Suddenly three masked men rushed into the store, all holding guns and wearing black, and started to shout at everyone. From their accents I could tell that they were hispanic. One man, the tallest of the three, approached the clerk, pointed his gun in the poor boy's face and demanded that he be given the money inside the register. The boy immediately popped the drawer open and started tossing money into a plastic bag. One of the other gunmen, though, wasn't apparently content with having just the money- he felt like striking some fear into the hearts of innocent people, starting with my daughter Kelly. He stomped towards her intently, his eyes set dead on her, and said, "You! You wanna live? Show me your tits!" Just like that. This asshole could get on the 'net any day of the week and see some young woman's breasts or even go to a strip club, but here he was, demanding to see my daughter's charms. Intellectually I knew that his true intent was to feed off of her fear, but the irrationality of the demand completely baffled me. That is not to say, however, that it didn't enrage me. Before I could intervene, though, my wife was quick to speak out. "Don't you fucking DARE!" Sarah growled at the gunman. "That's my daughter!" Sarah, blind with outrage and anger, began to walk towards the gunman, unarmed and not exactly well-prepared to fight him even if he didn't have a gun. The startled man looked at my wife, I started to reach out to stop her and, without hesitation, he shot her where she stood. In a split-second my wife took a staggered step backwards and then crumpled to the floor, a hole in her upper chest, just below her shoulder, and already bleeding profusely. I barely even heard the gunshot as I watched my wife just fall to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Without a second thought I was on the floor next to her and my daughter was right beside me in a flash. I took my wife's hand in my own as Kelly started sobbing. Sarah, completely dazed and in shock, just looked around at the two of us, unable to speak, and promptly passed out. Kelly looked up at the bastard who shot my wife and snarled, "You fucking animal!" The gunman, completely unfazed, pointed the gun at Kelly and sneered, "You wanna follow Mommy's example? Maybe die right here with her?" The third gunman, who stood sentry by the front doors, shouted, "Hey! We ain't got time for that kind of shit, man! Just shoot the bitch and let's get the fuck out!" As the man who shot my wife started to argue with his companion, extolling the virtues of my daughter's breasts and how truly criminal it would be to destroy them, I grabbed Kelly's arm to get her attention. She looked at me, her eyes large and full of a thousand different emotions. "Whatever you do," I told her quietly and calmly, "don't leave her side." Her expression filled with more fear, thinking that I was about to try and take on the gunman by myself and perhaps get shot just like her mother, her mouth opened to protest. I shook my head once and quickly as I released my grip on her arm. "No. Just watch them. You'll see." And then I went Between. The world went completely still and silent. I looked down, gratified to see that my wife's bleeding was stopped entirely, her being my primary concern. But now that I knew she was not going to get any worse while I was Between, I turned my attention to these monsters who'd decided that crime might pay them well enough to make this worth their effort. Oh, what a lesson they were about to learn! I walked up to the bastard who had shot my wife and yanked the gun from his hand. It came out easily, leaving his hand in the same position it was in, as though he were holding an invisible gun. Then I proceeded to beat the ever-lovin' shit out of him, while he was still frozen and while I was safe from consequence. I hit him hard in the stomach, which didn't cause him to move but I knew it would cause him pain in Normal Time. Then I stood in front of him and kicked him squarely in the groin. That done, I then kicked directly at his knee with enough force to actually move it, completely obliterating the knee cap with the heel of my hiking boot. It was grotesquely weird to see him standing, frozen in time, with one knee bent backwards and no pain registering on his face, but I was sufficiently satisfied that I had caused him untold agony with those ruthless strikes. But I didn't stop there. Oh, no. I did the exact same thing to his two friends, all of them terribly abused and broken and disarmed by the time I was done with them. I went back to the bathroom, holding all their guns, and reinserted myself back into Normal Time for a flash of a second. In that second I heard the first utterings of their agonized screams, which were cut short as I went back into my Between state. Now, however, I had their guns with me, on my person. While I was beating these robbers a few minutes before, I had an epiphany- if my iPod could work for me when I took it with me on my Between journeys, why wouldn't the guns work, too? I left the bathroom and saw that the robbers were already on the floor, sheer agony coupled with surprise etched on their faces. A glance at my daughter showed surprise, too, but I figure that was because, from her perspective, I had suddenly disappeared before her very eyes. I went outside, aimed one of the guns into the air and fired off a round to see if it would actually work. The loud bang of the weapon surprised me a little, but left me feeling very satisfied and powerful. These men would not harm anyone ever again, I had decided that with absolute certainty. I went back into the store and stood over the fallen figure of the man who shot my wife. His mouth was stretched wide in a heartfelt scream of pain and he was almost balled up in a fetal position if not for the leg I had broken. I kneeled down next to him, grabbed his shoulder and flipped between Time for a fraction of a second. This was another experiment I had meant to try but never got around to: if I could take objects like my iPod with me, could I take people, too? The world fell silent with the exception of this one, miserable asshole's screaming voice. One more mystery solved. He was so wrapped up in his own agony that he failed to notice the true terror that was about to befall him. I stood up and aimed the gun directly at his head and said, "Hey." No response from him except more screaming, so I shouted. "Hey!" This time he looked up at me as he held his broken knee, completely confused and terrified. "You shot my wife, you motherfucker. Whether she dies or not, your intention was clear: you meant to kill her. And, for that, you're about to die. Any last words?" "Fuck you, man! The bitch shouldn't-" I didn't wait to hear the rest of what he had to say. At that point, I doubt he would've said anything meaningful anyway. I pulled the trigger and put him out of everyone's misery. Blam! Gone, just like that. The back of his head exploded like a melon, blood and gray matter going everywhere, and then he was completely lifeless. Inwardly I was surprised at how detached and methodical my actions were, how easily I took to the task of exterminating these evil fuckers. I honestly and truly did not feel anything but grim satisfaction in the knowledge that they would never strike fear or terror into anyone's heart ever again. Whether they were otherwise good men or not didn't even seem to matter to me- their actions had spoken for them and that was all I needed to know. With that, I looked up and approached his accomplice, the one who'd encouraged him to kill my daughter. Pretty much the same story, dead before he knew what had hit him. The third gunman, the one whose job it was to get the money, actually apologized and begged for his life. I told him that I appreciated his apology. Then I shot him, too. No sense in letting him live. You run with animals, you are an animal. Therefore, you should be put down like an animal. End of story. And in these precious seconds I used to destroy these three men who'd interjected themselves into my family's life with terror and suffering, I had learned a few very important facts. First, I could take machinery (firearms do qualify as machines) with me and they would work as long as I was holding them when I went Between. Second, I could take people (who experience complex chemical reactions) with me. Third, and this is definitely interesting, if I left something behind when I went Between and reinserted myself back into Normal Time, that item, no matter what it may be, is gone forever, locked between one second and the next. The bodies of the three gunmen, when I went back to Normal Time, were completely gone. Their blood was not even on the floor. Totally and completely erased from the time-stream, lost to The Past and never to be found. That third lesson made it very clear to me just how careful I would have to be in the future. If I put something down or lost something and then went back to Normal Time, I'd never be able to get it back. And I did return to Normal Time, but not before wiping down the guns I'd taken from the robbers (to remove my fingerprints) and placing them in the vehicle I assumed was theirs (a glossy green sedan which was still running, as evinced by the fact that it was the only car in the parking lot which had the headlights on). I went back to Kelly's side, where she was still kneeling by her mother, grabbed her arm again, and flipped Time once more, this time taking my daughter with me to see the world Between. Kelly immediately went into hysterics when she saw me. As though she'd been bitten by a snake, she scooted back on her haunches, her eyes wild and fearful, as she took in the scene around us. I stayed there, next to my bloodied wife's frozen body, and held out my hand, palm up. "Kelly," I said calmly, "relax. It's me." "D-Dad? What the fuck... Dad?" Kelly said breathlessly as she stared at me in abject terror. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and answered. "Honey, I won't lie to you. I killed them. All three of them. They're gone and they won't hurt anyone ever again." She pointed an accusatory finger at me. "I- I saw them," she said cautiously. "You... I saw you disappear and then you reappeared for a flash in front of each of them and then... then you... you took them." I didn't deny it and remained silent for a moment to let her collect her thoughts as she tried to figure it out. "Where... where did they...? What'd you do?" Discovery of the Moment Ch. 02 I looked my daughter dead in the eyes as I sat down on the cold convenience store tiles. "Honey, I'm going to need your help, okay? We have to get your mother to a hospital immediately. Baptist is only about four blocks away, but we can't do it in a car. Cars don't work here. I need someone to help me carry her and you're the only person on Earth than I can trust right now." Kelly glanced at her mother's prone, lifeless body, taking in every detail and noting that Sarah was no longer bleeding. She looked around the store again, saw the clerk frozen in time, and then back at me. "What's happening? Did you do this?" "Yes, Kelly, I did. Well... kind of. I don't know exactly how I'm able to do it, but I have the ability to step outside of time." Before she could stop me, I continued with my story, beginning as a child and finishing to the point we were at then, stuck in a nightmare of a crime scene. It took me several minutes and I was careful to leave out the part about taking advantage of her some weeks earlier in the bathroom, but by the time I was done, I could tell that she accepted my story as truth. Her first question was to ask me where I left the bodies of the robbers. "I left them in the past," I told her flatly. "From your subjective point of view, they are about five seconds in the past. For me it's been more like just under an hour since the first one, about fifteen minutes for the third. Every trace of them is gone, though. I simply left them where they were and came back to Normal Time, only to find that they had disappeared. I guess that's what happens to things I leave behind when I go Between. Their bodies won't be found by anyone and the whole event will just be chalked up to a weird thing that no one can explain. No money was taken and, if we're very careful about this, no one will ever know we were here at all." "But what about Mom?" she asked, pointing at Susan. "And all the blood? Won't somebody notice that? Won't the clerk tell the police that a woman was shot and then suddenly disappeared, right along with her husband and daughter?" I nodded. "Yes, of course he will. And, at the end of it all, he'll probably be taken to a shrink to hopefully just let go and forget about everything. Or maybe he'll think he was having a nightmare or hallucination or something. As for the blood, we can clean it up here, while we're Between. We didn't buy anything and haven't paid for the gas yet, so there will be no financial record of us ever being here. We can just wipe down everything we touched and push the Jeep somewhere down the road- no physical evidence of us being here, either." "But what about the video cameras? They always show those video tapes in the news, Dad. There's got to be-" I cut her off with a shake of my head and stood up. "Come with me," I told her. I've worked in places like this when I was younger. We both went to the door marked "Employees Only." Of course, it was left unlocked. Some managers require that the door to the office always stays locked, but I knew that most night clerks tended to ignore that rule due mostly to laziness- people hate having to fiddle with the keys twelve times in a single night. So I just pulled the door to the office open, walked inside and we quickly found the security VCR. I grabbed Kelly by the hand and flipped us back to Normal Time for just a few seconds so that I could hit the eject button. Outside, in the store's lobby, we heard the clerk start to freak out as the tape was spit out by the VCR. As soon as I had the tape in my hand, I took Kelly back to the Between state with me. I held up the tape, set it down on the floor and walked away from it. "Next time we go back to Normal Time, that tape will be gone, totally erased from history. No tape, no evidence. With the exception of that poor kid behind that counter," I pointed to the poor sap as he was frozen in the act of calling 911, "there is now no way to tell that we were ever here. Now... let's go clean this place up. It'll be a lot simpler than it would be in Normal Time." Kelly, totally shell-shocked by what she'd been through so far that night, just followed me back out into the store and helped me to delicately move Sarah's body onto a broken-down cardboard box. After that, true to my word, it was child's play to clean up the small pool of blood. Remember, when I'm Between, all fluids are extremely thick and don't really behave like they do in Normal Time. With five minutes of decent effort there wasn't even a stain on the cool, white tile. Sarah's body, however, was a bloody mess. We delicately cleaned up as much blood from her skin as we could, but we were careful not to disrupt the gunshot wound in any way- the doctors at the hospital, I'm sure, would find that both curious and helpful once they began to work on her. After that we checked the area meticulously for any drops of blood that might have been transferred elsewhere. When we were satisfied that the store was completely clean, and neither of us were covered with blood, we both regarded my wife's severely damaged body. Kelly, to her credit, had been quiet through all of this, ready to do whatever was necessary without coming unglued. I'd like to think that the discipline of being an athlete helped her stay focused the entire time, but I'm pretty sure that she was just too mentally numb to do much analytical thinking and was simply content to follow my directions. Once we had cleaned up all the blood, we found ourselves standing over my wife's body. I glanced up at Kelly and saw her shaking like a leaf. I put a gentle and loving hand on my daughter's shoulder and pulled her into a hug. "You're doing great, honey," I said with encouragement. "I know this isn't easy for you, but if you can stick with me for just a little while longer, we'll be through with all of this and we can get your mother to safety. Right now she's okay and not losing any more blood- and she won't if we're very careful. But until we're sure that she's in the hands of good doctors," I said as I broke the embrace and looked her straight in the eye, "I'm going to ask that you hold it together for as long as possible, okay?" Kelly looked up at me with a sort of distant, unfocused gaze for several long seconds. Suddenly, much to my surprise, a smile formed on her lips and she actually let out a small laugh. "It figures," she said, peering at me with a strange look in her eyes. I thought, for just a fraction of a second, that she'd put together what happened in the bathroom. "What does, honey?" "You," she said, her smile slightly fading, "and this ability you have, Dad. I mean, think about it. All your life, you've been surrounded by it." "By what?" She waved her hands around wildly, indicating the very air around us, the crazy look back in her eyes. "Time, Dad. Time! What did Grandpa do when you were a kid? He owned a shop that sold nothing but grandfather clocks and did watch repairs. That's what he did to put you through college. And what did you do in college? You majored in History and had a minor in fucking Quantum Mechanics!" She crowed with laughter. "Your entire life, Dad, has had EVERYTHING to do with Time. Ha! Look at what you do for a living now, Dad. Working for SETI? Nope. You- you're selling- heheh- TIME on the fucking RADIO! And NOW look at you, Dad. You've turned into that Hiro guy on Heroes! I mean, what the hell? How could you NOT see this coming?" My daughter was coming unhinged, I could see it clear as day. The only thing I could think to do was to slap her once across the cheek, hard. And I did it without a second thought. The loud crack of my palm streaking across her face sounded like a thunderclap in that silent world and her voice fell deathly quiet. She put a hand to her stinging cheek and just looked at me with shock and surprise. It had been many, many years since I'd ever caused my daughter pain- and even in those rare times, I had done so only as a disciplinary measure. "I'm sorry, honey," I started plaintively. But she cut me off. "It was you," she said in a near-whisper as her mind found some clarity. "Holy fuck, that explains a LOT!" I bowed my head guiltily, knowing that she'd finally figured it out. God, how I hated myself right then. But I still had my wife to think about and, even though her condition couldn't get worse while she was frozen in Time, I didn't want to take any more chances. We needed to get her to a hospital quickly. "Kelly," I started, "I- I'm sorry, honey. I'm so terribly sorry. I won't deny it. But now isn't the time to-" "To what?" my daughter fired back angrily at me. "Talk about it? Why not, Dad? From where I'm standing, I'd say that we've got all the TIME in the fucking world!" She balled up her fists as her face contorted into fury. "How COULD you? You son of a bitch!" I looked at my daughter with the eyes of a shamed and beaten man. "I don't have any excuse, Kelly. What I did was... it was terrible and wrong. I wish I hadn't done it, but I did." "What were you thinking, you sick fuck! I'm your daughter!" "I know!" I shouted back at her, feeling myself break inside. Having been caught in my indiscretion was bad enough, but to have my lovely daughter so angry at me, so ready to hate me, was heartbreaking. "I know. I don't know WHAT I was thinking. I was just... it was stupid and wrong and I'm sorry. I'd take it back if I could, honey, but I can't. Please, please, PLEASE forgive me. It won't happen again, I swear." Kelly closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards to breathe and collect her thoughts for a moment. "I can't fucking believe we're having this conversation over my mother's body. This is... this is just SO fucked up!" she growled at the ceiling, her eyes still tightly shut. I said nothing as I stared at her, unsure of what she was going to say or do next. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and set them upon me with a steady, rock-solid gaze. "Okay," she said. "All right. We've got to focus on Mom and get her taken care of. But so help me God, Dad, we're not through with this. Not by a long shot. We ARE going to talk about this later. Understood?" Like a little kid who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I nodded my head sheepishly, chastised by my own daughter. I didn't think that she'd turn me in to the police, but I didn't doubt that she'd tell me off something fierce before the night was over. And, to be perfectly honest, she had every right to. "Understood," I said. My daughter took one more deep, cleansing breath and exhaled. "All right. So. What do we do about Mom? How do we get her to the hospital if we can't drive?" I looked around us, hoping to find something that we could use as a sort of gurney for my wife. Nothing jumped out at me until I glanced at the parking lot outside. I remember seeing a Home Depot across the street. I'd spent many long hours in the Home Depot near our house, as most men undoubtedly have, and immediately knew they'd have just the thing: a flat cart. "Stay here," I told Kelly. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Without another word, I walked out of the convenience store, leaving my daughter to watch over my inanimate wife, and headed across the street. I found a flat cart in the Home Depot parking lot and came back to the convenience store just a few minutes later. As I rolled the cart through the doors Kelly expressed surprise that its wheels worked even though it had been frozen in time. As we gently and very gingerly got my wife onto the cart (her body hardly moved at all from its originally prone position) I explained how simple machines tended to work just fine, regardless of whether I took them with me or not. "So why not get a bike or something?" Kelly asked reasonably. I shrugged. "Logistics. Too complicated, really. First we gotta find a bike, then we've got to construct a make-shift gurney that won't break and attach it to the bike. I wouldn't have the foggiest idea where to find a bike at this time of night and the time it'd take to make a gurney could be better spent doing what we're doing now- getting your mother just four blocks down the street to the closest hospital. Once we do that we can push the Jeep out of here and leave it somewhere safe." Kelly shook her head in disbelief. "I've got to hand it to you, Dad. It seems like you've really thought this out." I shrugged, forgetful that she was going to probably burn my ears off with some hearty shouting later, and said, "Well, it's not like this is my first trip into frozen Time, y'know? I've been Between lots and have learned, the hard way, how to make do with what's readily available." A sour look crossed Kelly's features as she said, "I see. So does that mean I'll have to get a chastity belt and hide the key?" The sting of that statement actually made me flinch. She didn't follow it up with anything more, but I had a feeling that there was lots more to be said when this was all over. "No," I said. "I promised you, Kelly: that'll never happen again." My daughter gripped the handle bar of the flat cart, chewed her upper lip for a second and said, "Like I said, Dad. We'll talk about that later." With a push, she got the cart rolling. "I don't know about you, but I'd like to get as far away from here as possible." I stood aside as she pushed past me. Once she navigated the cart outside the store's doors, she pulled it to a slow stop. "Tell you what, Dad. You push and I'll make sure Mom doesn't fall off." I heartily agreed to that arrangement and pushed the cart into the parking lot and down the street. About thirty minutes later, and luckily without any mishaps, we had pushed the flat cart into the hospital's ER lobby. It looked like it was a quiet night, which was a mercy to us and my wife, but we found ourselves in a stalemate about how to proceed next. The problem was that we couldn't just appear in the hospital lobby with a woman on a cart who had a gunshot wound in her chest. And we couldn't really think of a decent story to explain how she'd been shot in the first place without making ourselves sound like idiots. The only solution I could think of was to get an actual hospital gurney, place my wife on it and then leave her there right in front of the reception area while we returned back to Normal Time. The receptionist would see my wife's unconscious body and call for help. Explanations could be dealt with later. But Kelly had a better idea, one that I'm ashamed I didn't think of myself. The simplest and easiest solution to ensure my wife's safety and recovery was to bring a doctor into the world of Between with us. He could then work on my wife's wound without fuss or worry about time. Yes, it was a gigantic risk to let a total stranger learn about my ability, but my wife's life was at stake and the more time we could give to the doctor to save it, the better off Sarah would be. And, at the end of the day, my wife's survival was what mattered most. "Besides," Kelly reasoned, "it's not like anyone would believe him, is it? I mean, who's going to believe a story like that? Some guy comes into the ER, grabs a doctor and stops time so that the doctor can save his wife? They'd call him nuts." The smile on her face, one showing supreme confidence in Humanity's tendency towards incredulity, is ultimately what sold me on the idea. So it went like this: we left my wife, as originally planned, right in front of the receptionist's desk. The two of us walked back to the Home Depot, returned the flat cart and then went to the convenience store to push my Jeep (which was easily put into Neutral) about a block away, all of which took about half an hour. When we were satisfied that the vehicle was safe, we walked back to the hospital in silence and returned to Normal Time just outside of the ER's entrance. A few seconds later, we walked into the ER to see what would happen next. As expected, the receptionist had immediately called some doctors to help my wife, who was still as unconscious as she had been when she first got shot (which, for her, had only been less than thirty seconds ago). A moment later a doctor took charge of Sarah's treatment while Kelly and I watched on quietly and pretty much unnoticed. As soon as my wife was in an ER operating room, a few minutes later, I flipped Time with Kelly at my side. The doctor who'd decided to treat my wife was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, fresh-faced and with a confident bearing about him- his name tag read "DR. ROBERT WASHBURN." We walked into the operating room as he was bent over my wife, checking her pupil dilation. They had already drained fluid out of my wife's lungs and were ready to stabilize and prep her for surgery. Kelly and I then took to the task of removing everyone from the room except the doctor and placed them back in the ER's lobby. That done, we joined Doctor Washburn back in the O.R. I held Kelly and the doctor's shoulders and flip-flopped between the seconds, dragging Doctor Washburn with us back Between. His reaction, naturally, was one of surprise and disbelief. It took my daughter and I a good bit of time to convince him that he really was trapped with us between the seconds and that he could save my wife's life with infinite ease. After nearly a half-hour of explanations and me giving him a crash-course in the physics of the Between World, Doctor Washburn finally started to accept the reality of his situation. He kept saying, "I just can't believe all of this. I'm seeing it, but I just can't believe it!" Finally I grabbed the doctor by the shoulders and gave him a single throttle. "Doc! I appreciate how mind-blown you are right now, but I need for you to get your shit together and fucking fix my wife! Now. Is there anything you need from Normal Time? Any devices or monitors? Any tools or supplies?" Washburn blinked at me a few times and, miraculously, he came into clear focus. Once I'd mentioned the immediacy of my wife's need, his own shock and awe completely disappeared and he was suddenly all business. "Oh. Uh, no, I don't think so. I mean, I'm not a surgeon, but in your wife's current state I can do everything necessary on my own. You say that complex chemical reactions don't work very well here, and she's frozen in time and unconscious anyway, so there's no real need for drugs. And with the way her blood works in this state it'll be a piece of cake to see what I'm working on. No, sir, all I need is a scalpel, some forceps, suture thread and a needle. And it's all in that cart," he indicated an upright crash cart behind me. "Now if you'll excuse me, sir, I've got work to do. It'll probably take about an hour, give or take. If you would, please wait in the lobby with your daughter until I come and get you." I let go of his shoulders with a curt nod. About fucking time, right? Kelly and I left the doctor to do his work in peace. In the meantime, we had some matters to discuss. We went to the lobby, as instructed, and sat down across from each other to rest for a minute after everything we'd gone through. But Kelly didn't waste any time, once she knew that her mother was in good hands. "Okay, Dad," she said seriously. "NOW we can talk." I slumped down in my chair, totally resigned to my fate, whatever it might be. "Go ahead, honey," I said. "Let me have it." Kelly was silent as she thought about what she had to say. I waited patiently for what seemed like forever and when she finally started speaking, what she said was not at all what I'd expected. "I guess I should thank you," she said. I looked up at her sharply in disbelief. "That... event was, easily, the most incredible thing I'd ever experienced. Yes, what you did, Dad, was fucking wrong in every way imaginable, but in the last couple of hours I've had some time to think about it and come to terms with it. You promised me that you'd never do it again, but Dad, I've got to get something off my chest." She took a deep, steady breath as I sat there in stunned silence. "As wrong as it was... it felt REALLY fucking good." My mouth dropped open at that admission, but she apparently wasn't done just yet. "Next time, Dad, I would really appreciate it if you'd just ask me. I'll probably say yes anyway." Discovery of the Moment Ch. 02 At that I couldn't stay silent anymore. "What? Are you-? Kelly, are you out of your mind? Sweetheart, I raped you! God help me, I took advantage of you. Why in the world would you... I just don't get it. By all accounts, you should be coming at me with a pair of scissors." Kelly nodded in complete agreement with me. "You're right, Dad," she said calmly. "By all accounts, that's exactly what I should do, but you're my father. And regardless of what you did, I still love you and, yes, I forgive you. I guess, in some weird way, I can kinda understand why you did it. That doesn't excuse it, but I can understand it. Listen, Dad, we both know that I'm no angel. I've had sex before and I've told you that I like it. I've been on birth control for a long time now and I know my body pretty well. That night, I can't help but admit, I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Whatever you did to me, Dad, it affected me in a very profound way. I mean, one second I was running some bath water and the next thing I knew- WHAM!- I was going off like a rocket. And if you think I'm going to pass up on that kind of experience, you're out of YOUR mind." "But, honey, it's- it's-" "Incest, Dad," my daughter said frankly. "Yes, I know. Listen, Dad, I'm not going to try and force anything right now, okay? I've said my piece. If you want me again like that, the way you took me that night, I won't mind as long as you warn me first. And if you DO need convincing, I'll tell you something that'll make your hair stand on end." I held up a halting hand. "Kelly, you don't have to-" Kelly smiled sweetly at me, the way a person would smile at a child who flat-out isn't getting a very simple concept. "Dad, what makes you think you're the only one who's done something truly naughty like that? And, admit it, if you had the opportunity, you'd probably do it again anyway, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?" With that challenge I could do nothing but nod my head guiltily. "Yeah," I answered lamely. "I would." "Guys like magazines, videos... visual stuff, right? That's what turns guys on, isn't it?" I shrugged my shoulders. I was no pro at psychology, but that made enough sense to me. "Well, us girls react to different things, Dad. We like ideas, thoughts... words. That's what turns us on. All those romance novels at the grocery store, you ever see a GUY pick one of those things up and start reading it?" I looked at my daughter curiously, my eyebrows knit in confusion. Where was this going, I wondered. "No," I replied. "I guess I haven't. But what does that-" "Dad, I read stories. Erotic stories. Online, mostly, but I like those novels sometimes, too. But you know what kind of stories turn me on the most? I'll tell you: incest stories. Dad/daughter stuff. And if you don't believe me, when we get home, I'll let you see all the stories I have saved on my computer. Hell, Dad, I've even written some." My beautiful, intelligent, athletic, strong-willed daughter stood up and sat down next to me. In a bold move, she took my hand in hers and kissed me lovingly on the lips. No tongue, no hardcore passion. It was just a simple, lovely kiss. When our lips parted she said, "I know you love Mom, Dad. And I know it would kill you if she died tonight. It'd rip my heart out, too. I love you both so very much and I'm praying with every breath that she survives this nightmare. But, Dad, what you've done has opened a whole new can of worms and I don't think we can put them back. So we have a choice: we can either pretend that nothing ever happened or we can move forward and make better things happen in the future. Personally, it's always been my fantasy to have sex with you. I even considered the idea of trying to seduce you back when I was 16, but I just couldn't do that to you and Mom. I couldn't come between the two of you. But with this ability you have, Dad, I think it's possible that we can have something... well... completely apart from everything. When you go Between you're no longer my dad. You're someone else, with a different life and different motives. Here, you get to be and do whatever you want. And you've shared it with me. I'm guessing that you've probably wanted to share this with someone for a long time now but haven't been able to. Well, Dad, here I am. I'm here, sharing this secret life you have, and I'm more than willing to keep it a secret, too." To be continued... Discovery of the Moment Ch. 03 Author's note: This is the longest chapter yet, but there's still LOTS more to come for these two! I sincerely hope that you are all enjoying this story so far. Yes, there's a lot of actual story-telling going on at first, but the sex is coming and will only get more interesting with each new chapter. This one starts off with more narrative, but ends with one helluva sexual bang. So enjoy this new chapter and don't forget to vote and comment! The more votes and comments (both public and private) I get, the more likely I am to continue the series. And, now, on with the show... ---------------------- After the admission my daughter had given me, I really didn't know what to say. I could have imagined a thousand other possible things that she could have said, but that she wanted to have sex with me, her own father, even after what I'd done to her, was something I didn't even remotely expect. I just sat there, in the ER lobby with my daughter at my side and still holding my hand, and stared off into the distance, wondering what, if anything, I should say or do next. Finally, after several long moments of silence on my part, I stood up and looked down at my 18-year-old daughter. "I think I need to be alone for a few minutes, honey," I told her. "I need some time to think." "But, Dad," she said plaintively, "what's to think about? I think I made it pretty clear where I stand." I nodded to Kelly gravely and replied, "Yes, you did. Quite capably, I might add. But I'm still not sure where I stand right now, Kelly. For one thing, what you're talking about is not just incest, but it's adultery, too. In all our years together, I never cheated on your mother- until a few weeks ago, with you. And here you are, inviting me to do it on a regular basis and with your consent, while my wife is laying on a gurney less than a hundred yards away from here, with a doctor making sure that she won't die from a gunshot wound. To top things off, I have exposed my deepest secret not only to you, but to a total stranger. Sweetheart, I've got a lot to think about and I just need some time to sort it all out. So I'm going to go take a leak and step outside those doors," I pointed to the main ER entrance, "to have a smoke. Maybe two. When I come back in, I'll have an answer for you, okay? Just.. please give me some time to think all of this through." Kelly offered me a kind, gentle smile and nodded her head. "Okay, Dad. I can understand that. I guess it has been a pretty crazy night for both of us. I'm going to take a nap while I wait for you to come back. If the doctor gets finished before then, I'll come find you." "Thanks, sweetheart." I bent down and kissed my daughter lovingly on the scalp and started to walk away. Kelly caught my hand and, when I looked back at her, she said, "Dad, no matter what happens from now on, I want you to know that I love you. Not some weird kind of romantic love, but the way a daughter ought to love her dad." Hearing that was enough to buoy my spirits by quite a bit. It was enough to make me smile with genuine pride and love. "I love you, too, Kelly." And, with that, I walked off towards the Men's room. I walked into the Men's room with a lot on my mind, but business, as they say, comes first: I HAD to take a piss like a rushin' race horse. I went straight to a urinal and relieved myself in the silence and under the bright light of the hospital bathroom. As I zipped up I reached for the urinal's flush handle and had to stop myself from going back into Normal Time at the last second- if I'd gone back, I would've left my daughter and the doctor working on my wife in a perpetual state of nothingness, forgotten to Time completely. I pulled my hand from the lever slowly, scared of how easily I'd almost lost two innocent lives in an activity as mundane as flushing a urinal. I made my way over to the sinks and groped the faucet taps in the hopes of getting just enough water droplets to at least marginally wet and wash my hands. Luckly, one of the faucets was a bit leaky and had enough residual water dripping in a small trickle for me to interrupt its flow and wash up. There was precious little water, though, and I didn't waste it. Once my hands were sufficiently doused, I brought the remaining droplets to my face and enjoyed the coolness of it. Bringing my hands away from my face, I looked at myself in the mirror. It occurs to me now that I have not yet described myself or even properly introduced myself. My name is John Paul Baker. I'm a caucasian man, thirty-eight years of age and have only a light amount of gray in an otherwise brown, full head of hair. No wrinkles on my face as yet, which gives me a rather youthful appearance despite my age, help to give me a somewhat handsome look- and I'm not being egotistical in that estimation, either. I've seen women as young as my own daughter give me appraising glances over the years, which does wonders for my confidence. I wouldn't say that I am an Adonis among men, but I do have a healthy and well-toned body that I have worked hard to maintain in my thirties. In my younger years I was all skin and bones and only until I got married did I really start to fill out. Standing at just barely over five feet and eleven inches tall, I have a fairly easy-going look about me which makes it easy for me to make friends and avoid enemies. Having a loving wife, a good job and an active daughter have all conspired to keep me in good shape and, for that, I can honestly say that I'm one lucky son of a bitch. All in all, I'm the guy you'd never really take notice of but, when you do, you'll decide that I'm an okay chap who isn't a threat to anyone. Likeable, modest and just a touch above average in almost every regard. I stared back at myself in the mirror, noting that dark bags were beginning to develop under them. I was tired, stressed and in desperate need of some peace right then. Or perhaps it was the bright lights. As tired as I looked, I didn't really feel it just yet. I gazed at my slate-gray eyes, looking for anything there, in the reflection, which might give me an idea of where all of this was headed. So many incredible things had occured that night and I was at a loss for what to do about any of them just then. First, there was the matter of my wife. If I was to be perfectly honest with myself, I'd have to say that I wasn't too terribly worried about Sarah's survival at that point. I recalled the damage which had been done to her and decided that it probably wasn't as bad as it seemed at first. She was shot just below her right shoulder, which probably meant that no vital organs had been injured. She was in the care of a doctor who saw these kinds of wounds probably on a fairly frequent basis- I had absolute faith that he would be able to fix her up just fine. I was definitely concerned that she was hurt, but I'm sure that she would recover just fine with enough time and care. Second, there was the matter of my daughter and her confession. I'd had sex with her, without her consent or knowledge, and now she knew it. I'd carried the burden of guilt for weeks after that incident, perpetually caught between wanting to do it again and feeling like a dirty bastard for having done it in the first place, let alone wanting to again. Just when I'd almost gotten to the point where I could live with the guilt, she came along and absolved me of it entirely. What's more, she plainly stated a desire to indulge in sexual relations with me as an active participant. How in the world did my smart, strong, beautiful, normal, athletic daughter become so... deviant? When did that happen? Surely, before she was 16, if she was to be believed. And how could I have not noticed, after all these years of knowing her so well, that she secretly had a crush on her own father? Either I didn't know my daughter half as well as I thought or she was simply damned good at masking her feelings. Considering the rigors of competition in the field of athletics, I'm willing to bet that she was just good at hiding it- she was certainly good at hiding her disappointment when she lost against an opponent on the soccer field. But that still didn't resolve anything for me, did it? Asking these questions about my daughter weren't going to get me anywhere. I needed to ask questions about myself. I needed to know, definitively, if I felt strong enough, on an emotional level, to agree to my daughter's desires. At the bottom line was the fact that I could hide just about anything from the outside world and even from my wife, now that I could go Between at will. The real question to ask was: given the opportunity, would I WANT to have sex with Kelly again? And the answer to that question is, simply put, "yes." If I was having qualms and doubts about the whole idea, then that meant that, deep down, I wanted to and I was merely in conflict with morals vs. desire. With a world frozen and completely unaware of what I do, morals tend to go out the window and, let's face it, while I have a strong and ardent belief in God's existence, I was never really a religious man. It's just me and her and no one else is around to really judge us. As a red-blooded male I couldn't deny the fact that Kelly was one extremely attractive young woman. Despite, and possibly because of, her love for soccer, her body was perfectly built for sex. Short body, full lips, large C-cup breasts, trim waistline, well-toned arms and stomach, sexy hips, small and tight ass... that whole package sitting under a beautiful, youthful face which was framed by wavy, sandy blonde hair made for the "perfect 10." Guys had been coming around our house for years, since she was 15, to try and gain her interest. She dated a few of them, but mostly shot them down. She's admitted to having slept with some of them, but never really seemed that interested in the boys themselves. I always got the impression that, to her, boys were merely a means to an end. And her end was to gain sexual experience from them and nothing else. She had a fiercely independent streak within her nature, so reliance on boys for anything other than sex, frankly, was a waste of her time. And then I came to realize that all of the sexual experience she'd gotten with those boys was in preparation for her seduction of me. She'd invested a lot of time and effort into making herself so unbelievably perfect in my eyes that I couldn't help but notice and be attracted to her, father or not. Did I really have it in me to deny her, to refuse her? I found that I did not. So, to hell with it (and probably with me, too). If my own daughter wants me sexually, she will get me. It was just a matter of the How, the Where and the When. Third, there was the matter of having revealed my secret to Kelly. When you come right down to it, I didn't really NEED my daughter's help in getting Sarah to the hospital that night. I could've managed it on my own. And yet, there I was, dragging her into my secret world, showing her its mysteries and including her in my adventures. Even if she hadn't figured out what happened in that bathroom weeks before, if I'd done it again, she'd have figured it out soon enough. Could I trust her to keep my secret safe from others? She's a teenage girl, regardless of how smart or amazing she was in her own right. Was I absolutely certain that I could trust her to not talk to anyone about what I can do? I mean, I hadn't even told my wife, the woman I swore my life to. And I was still learning about what is and is not possible in the Between. Was bringing my daughter along for the ride really such a good idea? What would I do if she got hurt or, worse, lost? But Kelly had been spot-on when she said that I wanted to have someone I could share these experiences with. For better or for worse, I now had a companion of sorts. No, she didn't have to go with me on every trip, but now I could tell her about them and not feel so... alone about it. Now I could share something truly miraculous with another living human being instead of keeping it all to myself. And, really, what good is a gift if you can't share it with others, right? So, okay, I guess I could live with the fact that my daughter now knew of what I could do. I'd have to rely on her ability to keep that secret, though. But, now that I thought about it, maybe I wouldn't have to worry so much. After all, if she betrayed me and somehow exposed my secret to the outside world, she wouldn't be able to indulge in her own secret fantasies, would she? No indeed. Perhaps, on that merit alone, she and I could manage a delicate balance as each others' secret-keeper. That doctor, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely. Kelly may be right in thinking that no one in the world would believe him if he tried to talk about tonight's experiences, but that wasn't ironclad. He may trip over the right kind of gullible person who might seek me out and expose me. Or he might seek me out on his own, trying to get me to work "miracles." Perhaps having a pointed conversation with him about possible consequences of betrayal would be in order, after Sarah was fixed up. I could imagine a few dozen ways to destroy him, both figuratively and literally, if he put me and my family in jeopardy. As much as I loathed the idea, I also could just short-circuit the whole issue by "losing" him the same way I did those robbers. Killing those animals was a public service; killing Doctor Washburn would be out-and-out murder, no two ways about it. No, I'd have to convince him to keep his mouth shut using coersion rather than intimidation or violence. Besides, it'd be pretty fucking rude for me to kill the man who had helped me in a time of desperate need. I looked at myself in that mirror for a long time as I had these thoughts and, feeling like I'd made some progress, I did a quick survey of my appearance. Mercifully, none of Sarah's blood had gotten onto my clothing. My button-down shirt and jeans were as pristinely clean as they'd been when I put them on earlier that evening. And, to the best of my knowledge, Kelly's clothing was just as clean. I looked tired and worn out, but otherwise okay. I gave my reflection a curt nod and left the Men's room to go outside for some fresh air and a cigarette. As I walked through the lobby I checked on my daughter and was glad to see that she'd curled up on the chairs to get a nap. She looked so peaceful and angelic as she quietly snoozed there, waiting either for me or Doctor Washburn to wake her. As much as I'd been through that evening, I guess she'd been through a lot more. After all, it's not every day that your mother gets shot, your time-stopping father turns into a vigilante and you learn that your own father, who you'd been secretly lusting after, had raped you. Having to move your just-shot mother through the streets of a frozen world is probably somewhat taxing on the mind, too. But, somehow, she managed to stay cool under all the pressure and just roll with the situation. I'd already admitted to my lust for her, but the pride that I felt for my daughter that night easily eclipsed any perverted idea that could have crossed my mind. She really had made me proud to have her as a daughter and, now, as a companion in the world Between. I smiled lovingly at her, took a deep, refreshing breath and then went outside to have a much-needed smoke. By the time I'd gotten halfway through my cigarette, Doctor Washburn came outside to call me in so that he could speak with Kelly and me. I stubbed the butt out quickly and joined the doctor and my daughter in the lobby. Kelly was already alert and ready to hear the doctor's prognosis. I sat beside her and gave the doctor a nod to go ahead. "All right," Washburn said in the manner that all doctors do when they talk with the families of patients, "I'll give you the good news first: your wife, Mr. Baker, is going to be fine. The bullet did some damage to the muscle tissue just below her right shoulder and its path was stopped by her scalpula. I managed to extract the bullet without leaving any fragments behind, so there's no chance of poisoning later. Her topmost rib was chipped, however, and I wasn't able to track down all of the bone fragments. Fortunately, those will easily degrade and be absorbed by her body in a matter of weeks while the rib mends, but for the next few days there is the risk that her rib could break completely and might perforate her lung. Thanks to this... ability you have, your wife hasn't suffered any appreciable blood loss or hypoxia, which is a very good thing. For all intents and purposes, she's as well as she's going to be right now. The rest of the work that needs to be done is the kind that us doctor's have very little control over: her body and natural healing ability will have to do the rest of what medical science can't." He offered a gentle smile, one that I'm sure he'd practiced many times before. "Your wife is going to be okay, from what I can tell." I took all of this in and nodded carefully. I took a deep breath of relief and let it out slowly. "Okay," I said. "Good. Thank you, doctor. Now... you started off saying that you'd give us the good news. So what's the bad news?" The doctor half-shrugged. "Techinically speaking, there really isn't any. However, I would like to keep her here for a few days, to make sure that she mends well and that there aren't any other complications. But that poses some rather difficult and tricky problems, primarily with the question as to how she got here and how she was injured. My co-workers saw her, Mr. Baker. We all know a GSW when we see one and can spot it a mile away. The hospital has a legal obligation to report all GSW cases to the police and I'm sure that Grace, the receptionist, has already called them. They're going to ask questions and the answers they get will have to be believable. I've been working on your wife for a while now and I've had a chance to think some things through. Firstly, I can accept, begrudgingly, that you have this ability. The reality of that is all around me and I can't deny it. But everyone else will have a hard time with it and I'm guessing that you'd prefer it if no one else knew about it, right?" My face became stern. "Not even my wife knows about it, doctor. I'd definitely like to keep it a secret from the outside world. And, frankly, I'm willing to go to some pretty extraordinary lengths to keep it that way." I raised a suggestive eyebrow, hopeful that my meaning was completely clear. Washburn nodded understandingly, not needing to be told that I would do him harm if he betrayed me and my family. "Then allow me to offer some suggestions, please." "By all means, do." "Let's all go back into the O.R. and bring your wife here in this Between world of yours. When she wakes up she doesn't have to know that we're not in Normal Time. We take a few minutes to coach her on what to say to the police when they question her- believe me, I've listened in on hundreds of them and know exactly which questions they'll ask and what they'll accept. Those guys don't want elaborate stories, so the simpler it is, the better." "Well," I replied, "we can't tell them about the robbery at the convenience store. The clerk there will give us away." "Agreed," Washburn said. "And you said you placed those guns in the getaway car. While you were watching us begin to care for your wife, the police were probably already on their way to the convenience store or may already have the car in custody. The problem with that is, I have to provide the bullet I pulled out of your wife as evidence for your wife's gunshot-wound investigation. I'm sure you've seen at least a few episodes of CSI to know what that means." I frowned. Yes, I certainly did know. It meant that the police would try to match that bullet to any unsolved cases or any known weapons. One of the three guns they find at the convenience store will match up to it, which will help to corroborate the clerk's story of a woman being shot in the middle of a robbery by robbers who disappeared into thin air. I shook my head in dismay. Already this was beginning to unravel and I couldn't imagine how to sew it back up. Discovery of the Moment Ch. 03 "So what do you suggest, doctor?" Kelly asked before I could. Doctor Washburn smiled wolfishly, like the cat who ate the proverbial canary. "Your wife will tell them that your were having dinner in a nearby restaurant. She went to your car to get something, possibly her purse to help pay for the bill. While she was there, she noticed some guys in a car, all of them waving around guns and beginning to put on ski masks. Without thinking, she started to call out for help, for the police, and one of the men shot her and then they drove off to go commit their robbery. Fortunately, some kind soul was driving by at the time and they immediately stopped to help your wife. So shocked by the fact that she'd been shot, she allowed this unknown and kind soul to drive her to the hospital without calling you- she can say that she was on automatic pilot and looking after her own safety, that she figured she could call you from the hospital later. When she got there, this faceless stranger helped her onto a gurney and then split, not really wanting to be involved with the situation for reasons unknown. But," and Doctor Washburn covered his heart in a most sincere fashion, "if not for the kindness of that individual, your wife would be bleeding to death on the side of the road with no one to help her." I listened to all of this and found it pretty intriguing, but there was one thing wrong with it. "Okay," I said, "I can accept all of that, but what excuse are we going to give to my wife for telling such a story to the cops? For her, it'd just be easier to tell them that she was shot in a robbery gone wrong and, next thing she knew, she woke up here. What reason can we give her for lying to the police?" Doctor Washburn frowned at that one. The hardest part of telling a lie is convincing yourself that it's true when you know that it isn't. And my wife had already been through a traumatic enough experience without trying to get her to tell a lie that she probably couldn't convincingly sell to, of all people, the police. For Pete's sake, she'd probably be on morphine by then to cope with the pain of having been shot. "I have a better idea," Kelly broke in with a smile. "We tell them the truth. The abridged version, of course." "What!?" I replied with shock. "Kelly, I don't-" My daughter held up a quieting hand. "Let me finish, Dad," she said. "We tell them everything and just leave out the bits they don't need to know about and add some bits that won't really matter. We tell them that we were in the middle of the robbery, Mom got shot and then we suddenly found ourselves in the Jeep and Mom was missing. We don't know how we got there or who put us there, but that's where we found ourselves. And just as we were beginning to freak out, we got a call from nice Doctor Washburn, who found our number in Mom's cell phone. So we came to the hospital and heard this amazing story, from the doctor, about how they found her pretty much dumped on their doorstep with a gunshot. Then, just as they were about to send her up for surgery, she was suddenly all sewn up and the bullet was sitting in a little pan right next to her with a note saying, 'Glad to be of help! Get better soon.' End of story." Kelly smiled brightly, very pleased with herself and the story she'd concocted. "It'd be like the X-Files meets The X-Men meets The Good Samaritan or something. Enough truth to not get us in trouble and enough lie to keep everyone guessing. All we have to do is stick to it." "And not be here when your wife wakes up," Doctor Washburn added. "We've got to get my team back in the O.R. exactly as they were before you moved them, you've got to put me back into Normal Time and then go immediately back Between and get to your Jeep, then join the rest of the world in Normal Time. I'll call you a few minutes later." Washburn nodded at Kelly as he looked at me, "Mr. Baker, I do believe that your daughter's suggestion is the best one. My idea, frankly, pales in comparison." I rubbed my forehead for a few seconds as I thought it through. The more I ran it over in my head, the more I realized that Kelly's idea really was the easiest. We could pull this off and not give myself away. The cops would probably cry foul, not being able to figure out how three robbers disappeared and an entire family got mysteriously displaced, but the facts would support our stories and no one would be able to refute them. Except, of course, for the doctor. I looked at the man carefully for a long time, trying to decide what to do about him. Finally, I said, "Doctor, about what you've seen and experienced...." Washburn held up his hand in a solemn oath. "Mr. Baker, what you can do is truly incredible, but I took an oath to 'do no harm.' While I can't explain how you do what you do and would dearly like to, I'm smart enough to know that if I told anyone about your ability it would put you and your family in harm's way- and probably land me in the psych ward. I can't, in good conscience, do that. Your secret is safe with me until the day I die... or until I retire. It'd be a helluva yarn to tell the grandkids, if I ever have any, though," he added with a sly grin. I found myself smiling back at him, despite my misgivings. "And I'm sure they'd enjoy every word of it, doc. Okay. But I need you to know, if you slip up, just once, and put our asses in a sling... if anyone comes knocking on my door, looking for the man that can stop Time... I will do what I must to protect my family. Understood?" "Whoa," Kelly cut in. "Heavy, Dad. I mean, you... you just threatened the man who saved Mom's life." Doctor Washburn put a calming hand on my daughter's knee, a gentle and innocent gesture that I let pass. "No, Miss. Your father is right do so. If I were in his shoes, I'd say and do the same thing. He has a duty to you and I don't think less of him for it. Mr. Baker, I promise you that I will not tell a living soul about you or anything else about tonight's experiences. I'll stick to your daughter's story like it's made of glue- your wife appeared out of nowhere, we took her back and stabilized her and then, miraculously, she was fine. But," he continued quickly, "we WILL do a quick X-Ray of her body, discover that chipped rib and keep her here for a week for observation. Doctor's orders." I smirked at him. "Sounds like an arrangement I can live with, doctor. Thank you." "Thank you, hell. Just wait until you see my bill. Do you realize that all the work I've done is off-the-clock?" his smile was easy and good-natured. For the first time that night, I felt like we were getting closer back to something like Normal Life. I stood up and shook his hand appreciatively. "Don't worry, doc. The check's already in the mail." And I meant it. Three weeks later he found a small suitcase of cash on his doorstep with a typed note that said "Paid in full for services rendered." I don't think he had to question where the money came from or who put it there. In all honesty, putting Kelly's plan into action was simpler than I expected. I won't bore you with the details, but everything went exactly as we'd planned. Sarah, my wife, was understandably a bit confused about what had happened when she finally woke and we had to explain it a few times before she just accepted it as Truth. Doctor Washburn, for his part, played his role superbly and went right along with the whole thing. The cops asked us lots of questions, both about the robbery and about everything that came after it. We stuck to the story, though, and drove them absolutely batshit. They ultimately came to the conclusion that we wanted them to: someone stopped Time and saved our lives. They didn't like that at all since it didn't jive with Reality, but it was the only explanation that made any sense, even if it made no real sense at all. After three hours of going around in circles, matching our stories up separately and still finding nothing concrete to help their investigation, they decided to just let the whole matter drop and forget it ever happened. My wife was the only injured party but she'd be all right in due time and the robbers were nowhere to be found. There was no one that the police could pin anything to and they knew it. When the police finally left us alone to get on with our lives, Kelly and I made sure that Sarah would be okay by herself for the night at the hospital. We had both offered to stay with her, but she groggily refused, saying that we'd been through a pretty rough experience, too, and that we deserved to get some rest at home. We promised that we would come to the hospital first thing in the morning, which pleased her to no end, and the night was finally, mercifully at a close. It was on the drive back home that Kelly struck up a completely new and different conversation. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Dad?" "Yeah, honey?" "I've been thinking," she said slowly. "About... us." "Oooookay," I said cautiously, not knowing what to expect. My daughter, it seemed, had been thinking about quite a lot that night. She turned to look at me fully and said, "I want you to do something for me. Something... well... you might think it's weird." I glanced at her, my mind a total blank. I had no idea what she was about to say and I couldn't tell by the look on her face if I would like it or hate it. "Okay, honey," I said. "Just tell me what it is and let's see where the chips fall." Kelly took a deep breath, steeling herself for her request. She closed her eyes and then let her breath out with a quick gust of words. "I want you to fill me with cum," she said quickly. "Lots of it." I raised my eyebrows at this completely unexpected request and tried not to over-correct as my knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. "What? NOW?!" My eighteen-year-old daughter rolled her eyes upward. "No, Dad. Not now. But soon. And when I say 'a lot', I'm not kidding, Dad. I want to be filled to overflowing. While you were in the bathroom I dreamed it all up. You'll love it, I promise." I sighed deeply at that. I remembered what it was like to be a teenager. Sex was always on the brain when I was her age. And I know that girls thought about it just as much, if not more, than men. I just didn't know if I was ready to talk about such things right yet. I had an awful lot on my mind. But I was just too damn tired to care at that moment. Besides, I thought, a racy conversation will help to keep me awake for the drive home. "What exactly did you dream up?" I asked my daughter carefully. "Well, I've never been shy with you about my, uhm, like for having guys cum inside me, right?" "Which is why I spent extra for the best and strongest birth control pills on the market," I added. "Which I'm still taking," she supplied, knowing that I was concerned about that. "So I was thinking that you could, like, leave me in Normal Time, right? And while I'm still here, you could, like, go Between and fuck me over and over and over again until I'm full." I hate to say it, but my cock shot straight up at that one. God help me, my daughter is ten times more depraved than I ever was at her age. "Let me get this straight," I said. "You want me, your father, to cum inside you so many times that you can't take anymore?" "Oooh, yeah," Kelly said easily, like it was the sexiest idea in the world. "Just hearing you say that, Dad, sent chills down my spine. I'll just lay back with my ass propped up at a ninety-degree angle, like on the floor leaning up against the side of the bed or the sofa or something. I've seen it in a video before. My feet'll be up, right? And you stand over me. Just line it up and put it in. It'll be like my pussy is just one big cup and all you gotta do is fill it to the brim." I was just mindblown beyond words for a long moment, my mind reeling at the idea. Yes indeed, my daughter certainly was full of incredible ideas, all right. "Sweetheart," I began, "I'm in my late thirties. I'm not a kid anymore. When I was your age, sure, I could cum something like seven times in a day. But now that I'm older, honey, I just don't have that kind of energy anymore. Stamina, yes. Energy, no. I can fuck for an hour, maybe even two hours, without cumming, if I concentrate. But what you're asking me to do, Kelly, is... it's one hell of a tall order." My daughter, however, would not be deterred. "Oh, c'mon, Dad. It can't be that bad. How many times do you think you could do it in a day, now? I mean, what, four or five, maybe?" I snorted with derision. "Five at the absolute most, Kelly. Like I said: I'm not the stud I used to be when I was your age. Five times in a single day would drain me completely- of energy and bodily fluids. And what you're proposing would take... well, it'd take significantly more than just five times." We came to a stop light close to our house. It was almost five o'clock on a Sunday morning, so the roads were relatively quiet and empty. I put the Jeep into Park and looked squarely at her. "Kelly, a single load of cum measures about a teaspoon-full. That's not really a whole lot. A woman's vaginal cavity can handle, easily, half a quart of fluid before it starts to overflow. That's something in the order of 100 loads of cum." "Holy shit! Really?!" "Yes, really. If I do five loads a day, that's 20 days. A little under a month. I've never been Between for that long and, frankly, I'm not sure that I'd want to." Kelly's brow furrowed at that. "Why not?" I shook my head in disbelief that we were discussing the technical aspects of how I could or could not fill my daughter's pussy with my cum. "First of all, there's hygiene to consider. When I'm Between, there's no running water. Now, I'm pretty sure that I could fill a bathtub with water and give myself some washcloth baths, but what about my hair? And shaving? And then there's food. I can eat protein bars for only so long before my body needs other nutrients. And what about... well... sorry to be so blunt, but I'll have to use the bathroom, too. And being alone in Between for so long, on a psychological level, might not be such a good idea. Then, at the bottom of all of that, you're asking me to sacrifice almost a month of my life so that you can experience a few minutes of bliss." Kelly held up a pointed finger, like she'd hit upon the greatest counter-argument ever, "Ah, but you'll get almost a month of SEX, Dad. You'll get to fuck your willing daughter's pussy every day for a month solid, if that's how much time you need. Every. Day." She boldly flipped the front of her ankle-length skirt up so that I could see her pantied crotch. Even in the dim light from the street lamps I could tell that she was already getting a little wet. "Wake up, cum inside me. Eat breakfast, cum inside me. Take a nap, cum inside me. Eat lunch, cum inside me. Take another nap, cum inside me. Just imagine it, Dad. For a full month your only mission in life will be to fill my tight, little pussy with as much of your cum as you possibly, humanly can." The way she said that last sentence had me so damn wound up that I could barely see straight. Hell, the way she said it would've had ANY man twisted in knots and so hard that he could knock baseballs out of Wrigley Field. And the smile she had on her face as she said it indicated that she damn well knew it, too. She flipped her skirt back down, covering her increasingly wet groin from view again. "Think of it, Dad. For a whole month you get to escape all the pressures of the outside world AND get to have the most intoxicating, thrilling, guilt-free sex of your life. I'm willing to bet that almost every straight man on the planet would kill to get that kind of vacation." I put the car back into Drive, ready to get home and get started on filling my daughter's pussy with cream as soon as we arrived, and said, "If you can come up with solutions to the points I made, I'll try it. Deal?" "Today?" she asked excitedly. "No," I answered with a derisive snort. "Not today. First, we should get some rest. Then I'd like to check in on my wife, if you don't mind." We drove in silence for the next few minutes until we pulled into our driveway. I parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine when Kelly said, "Dad? I'm, uhm, not really tired. I mean, I know I should probably be exhausted and, mentally, I guess I sort of am, but physically... I feel fine. I'm not sure I CAN sleep right now, not after the conversation we just had." I got out of the car and trudged into the house with my daughter right on my heels without saying a word in response. The truth was that I, too, still felt like I couldn't sleep. Intellectually I knew that I'd been up for quite a long time and had expended a great deal effort that night, but, against all reason, I felt like I could stay awake for days. As we walked into the kitchen, I placed the keys to the Jeep on the countertop and turned to face my daughter. She looked back at me expectantly, waiting for a reply. "Okay," I said. "So what do you have in mind?" Kelly walked right up to me and embraced me in a warm, loving hug. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head, enjoying the feel of her cheek pressed against my chest. "Weeell," her muffled voice replied, "I'm sure we can think of a few things we can do to pass the time." Her embrace tightened ever so slightly and I was now immediately aware that her wonderful breasts were pressed against my groin. Kelly is only five feet tall while I stand at six-feet-two-inches. In my arms my daughter has always seemed so tiny and delicate, even though I knew that she possessed great strength. She crooked her head up to smile wickedly and arched her eye brows suggestively at me. Then she glanced down at my groin, which was still hard after thinking about the possibility of literally filling her to overflowing with my cum. "And I'm guessing we're having the same thought." "We might be," I said coolly, "but I don't think the neighbors would appreciate us shaving their dog." Kelly's eyebrows knitted in confusion for a second and then she caught the joke. "Dad?" she asked as she released me from our hug. "You've gotten to see me naked, but I still haven't seen you." "Are you sure you want to?" I asked her seriously. "Your mom nicknamed it 'Monster' on account of how she always feels like she's being ripped in two when we have sex." Kelly pouted. "At a time like this, Dad, I'm not sure that I really want to hear about your sexual experiences with Mom. Right now I want to focus on us." She stepped back and leaned against the opposing kitchen counter, her arms crossed under her pronounced breasts, which were covered by a powder-blue cashmere sweater. "A few weeks ago you took complete advantage of me. Now, I'm not one to try and get revenge or anything, but I think it's only fair that I get to see the equipment that was used on me. Don't you?" "Right here? Right now?" I asked. Kelly shrugged, causing her plentiful breasts to jiggle slightly from the shifting of her arms. "Sure, why not? It's just you and me here, now. Mom's resting peacefully at the hospital, so it's not like anyone's going to intrude. So why not?" I brushed a hand through my hair (which was probably graying more and more with every conversation like this one) and sighed. "Sweetheart, I really don't know about this. I'm still a little uneasy about... well, look: we just left my wife, your mother, in the hospital after she's been shot. We spent a portion of last night cleaning her blood up off a convenience store floor. I fucking KILLED three men-" "Who were evil fucks and deserved it," Kelly interjected. "Okay, stipulated. Still, we've both been under a lot of stress since last night-" "Which is all the more reason to release some of that stress, Dad. And, honestly, can you think of a better stress reliever than sex? I can't." Before I could respond, she charged forward and pointed a finger at me. "Enough beating around the bush, Dad. You've been Mr. Gung Ho all night long. Why stop now? You told me that you'd have an answer for me when you got done having a smoke and that was hours and hours ago. I want to be with a man and you're him. So let's see what you've got and then we can move on from there. Okay? I'm horny and I'm just fucking tired of me trying to lead you by the nose here. So man up, goddammit!" Discovery of the Moment Ch. 03 I couldn't argue the matter anymore. She was right. There was absolutely no reason for me to continue with that tired shy routine. I wanted her, she wanted me. End of story. "Fine," I said. I unfastened my belt, unzipped my jeans and let them fall around my ankles. My hard cock immediately came into view (I don't wear underwear much and haven't since I was in my twenties). "There. Happy?" Kelly's eyes got wide as she gazed at my hardness. She leaned forward the slightest bit, her mouth agape in surprise. "Holy shit, Dad. How in the hell did you manage to get that thing inside me? I mean, it's huge!" I gently gripped her chin and tilted her face upwards so that I could look her in the eye. "No it's not and I know it. Okay, yeah, it's a bit bigger than normal, but huge is an exaggeration." Kelly glanced back down at it and then looked up at me. "The hell it is," she said. "Dad, look at me, will you? I've had a few guys and, trust me, that's the biggest one I've ever seen." She regarded it carefully for a few seconds again and then looked back to meet my watchful gaze. "....may I?" she asked, her hand already headed in the direction of my penis. I nodded my head. "You can do anything you want with it, honey. It's yours to play with. Just be careful." My daughter didn't waste a single moment. She dropped to her knees immediately, now that she had been given carte blanche to do as she pleased with her father's penis. "If I'd known it was this big," she muttered, "I would've seduced you a LONG time ago!" And, with that, she plunged her mouth over the crown of my cockhead and started sucking like her life depended on it. One of her hands gripped my ass to hold me still while she threw herself into an extremely enthusiastic and vigorous blowjob, slurping and sucking like a practiced professional. Her free hand grasped hold at the base of my erection and gently squeezed in a slow, steady rhythm, occasionally stroking up and down while she sucked on the crown. A few times she tried to completely engulf my meat with her mouth, but couldn't get it all the way down. It didn't bother me a bit, though. Not even my wife could deep throat me, despite her best efforts. It had nothing to do with my size and everything to do with hers- both my wife and my daughter were simply too small to accomodate my size in their throats. That said, I'd never cum from a blow-job in my entire life... not for a lack of trying or opportunity, mind you, I just couldn't cum that way. With one hand bracing myself against the counter and the other carefully wrapped up in my daughter's curls of hair, I allowed myself to enjoy the sensations she gave me while I closed my eyes for a moment. A few seconds passed and I looked down, watching my beloved daughter hungrily suck on my dick, mesmerized at the sight of it. I just couldn't believe that this was happening. What had become of me? Of her? How had we gone, in such a short span of time, from a normal father and daughter to a couple of sex-starved, illicit lovers? And how could we bring ourselves to do this while my wife lay in a hospital bed, recovering from a gunshot wound? It just boggled my mind. And, in all honesty, I found it more amazing that my daughter was sucking my cock than I did that I could remove myself from the time-stream. Going Between seemed as second-nature and commonplace to me as breathing compared to this new reality we experienced. And while these thoughts ran through my mind, my daughter looked up at me, her mouth still full of her father's penis, the very thing which was so instrumental in giving her life in the first place, and the look in her eyes was one of pure, unadulterated, wanton lust. In those eyes there was absolutely no trace of my daughter. Rather, I saw a primal animal whose sole goal in life was to indulge her every fantasy. I had created a monster in more ways than one. And, as awful as it may seem to some, I never wanted it to end. Kelly pulled her perfect lips from my cock with an audible "pop" and said, "I could do this all day and night, Daddy, but I want something more." Her tongue snaked out to lick the slit at the tip of my dick. "A lot more," she added with a wicked grin and released her hold on my member, her grip immediately replaced by my own hand as I slowly stroked myself in front of her, totally enthralled in this tigress that my daughter had become. I could feel the wetness of her saliva on my throbbing meat as I stroked the shaft lazily under her watchful gaze. Kelly watched me for a few seconds, then reached under her skirt as she stood up and bent down at the waist to slide her panties off and step out of them, the whole process hidden by the skirt but entirely obvious at the same time. In the most seductive way, after she stood up, she let the underwear dangle from her crooked index finger and waved them in front of me. Her lust-filled eyes said everything as she let the garment fall to the floor between us. Then she turned around slowly, leaned over the counter and looked back at me with that same, naughty smile and a flash in her eyes. "I'm ready, Daddy. Are you?" And, with that, she bowed her back and raised her ass high in the air, still covered by that ankle-length skirt of hers. In response, I managed to kick off my shoes and pants from around my ankles, all arguments against this coupling completely forgotten. Emboldened by her invitation, I stepped up behind my daughter, leaned over her back, pressing my "monster" against her wet slit through the skirt, and slid my hands up the sides of her body until they reached her magnificent breasts. I gladly held her breasts in my hand, hefting their weight in my palms, and gently squeezed them, my fingers groping to find her hardened nipples through the powder-blue cashmere sweater that she wore. This, much to my delight, elicited a low, hungry moan from her throat. My mouth was right next to her ear, so I kissed the lobe as I squeezed both of her nipples roughly. "I'm more than ready, sweetheart," I growled into her ear quietly. My daughter sighed heavily under my touch and I felt her shudder slightly. "Ooooh, God, Dad!" she gasped. "Do it! Please fuck me! I can't wait any longer. I need it!" I ground my groin into hers from behind, her dress still separating us, and said, "Say it, Kelly-baby. Tell me what you know I want to hear. Tell me what you want from me." "I want you to fuck me!" she breathed. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" I gently bit down on her ear lobe again, which caused her to shudder once more, and said, "Your wish is my command." I then stood upright, grabbed her dress at the hips and started to pull the hem upwards, bunching the cotton material in my hands as more and more of her legs were exposed to the cool morning air. The first rays of dawn began to filter through the kitchen windows as I looked down and watched myself pull the dress higher and higher until, finally, all of her legs and toned ass were completely visible to me. I tossed the bunched-up material of her dress onto her back so that it would drape around her waist, and gripped my cock with one hand while the other hand held her spine in place. My cock was dripping pre-cum as I lined it up with her perfectly framed pussy, which was wetter than I could have imagined. Girl juice actually dripped off her clit, she was so excited by what was about to come next. I teasingly touched just the head of my cock to her pussy lips and worked it up and down while I watched with crazed lust as her engorged outer labia kissed her father's cockhead. "Stop fucking around, Daddy," Kelly hissed, "and put it inside me!" I didn't disappoint. With one, full stroke I pushed myself into her tight folds. The going was slow, but I didn't stop and just put steady pressure until my cock passed the threshold of her cunt with a silent pop. Once the head was inside, the rest was relatively easy-going. I still had to maintain steady pressure, but I watched with true amazement as my penis slowly invaded my daughter's willing pussy. We both let out a long, low groan of pleasure as I watched myself go deeper and deeper into my baby's body from behind. Finally, mercifully, I was completely seated inside her and my full length lay within my daughter's hot cunt. I flexed my groin muscles just slightly, causing the tip of my cock to strain within her tightness, and I once again felt myself brush up against the entrance to her cervix. With that subtle, unexpected motion, Kelly's ass twitched in response, forcing my shaft out by a couple of inches, like she'd been tickled from within. She was so tight, despite her wetness, that her inner labia clung to my shaft as I slowly pulled outward. My hands moved to her hips, holding them in place, as I pushed myself back inside her, a little more quickly this time but steadily so that she could feel every inch of me. "Is this more to your liking, honey?" I asked my daughter as I ground my groin into hers, feeling my balls ever-so-lightly graze up against her clit. "Do you really like feeling your dad's cock inside you?" Kelly whipped her head around to face me and I saw a burning fire behind her eyes. "Fuck yes!" she growled. "I've been waiting to do this for years, Dad! Now shut up and fuck me hard! No talking, no teasing. Just fuck me like you haven't had sex in years!" I didn't need to be told twice. I tightened my grip on her hips and did as I was told. I began to savagely thrust into my daughter's pussy like my life depended on it. The soft sound of my groin colliding with her perfectly toned ass, coupled with our heavy breathing, were the only sounds to fill the kitchen as we fucked wildly. Her small, short body rocked and bounced under my onslaught as I pounded into her wildly and, unexpectedly, she cried out with what must have been an earth-shattering orgasm. Her pussy clamped down tightly on my cock and she tossed her hair backwards. Her pussy clamped down on me so tightly, in fact, that I couldn't move for a few seconds as her body shook and shuddered in my hands. I felt her hips literally vibrate with the power of her orgasm as she came on my cock and called out for me, her Daddy. And, just as suddenly, her orgasm ended. Her knees buckled underneath her and she started to breathe laboriously, which left her hanging almost limply on my cock. I glanced down and saw, with surprise, that her feet did not even touch the ground anymore. The only thing that kept the lower half of her body in the air literally was her father's penis. After her breathing slowed a little and her pussy relaxed enough to allow me to move again, I once more held onto her hips. This time, however, I held her hips so high that even if she had straightened her legs to their full length, her toes still wouldn't have been able to touch the floor. With relentless lust to spur me on, I resumed my pounding into my daughter's cunt like a man possessed and pushed her forward on the countertop with each thrust. Kelly's hands tightly gripped the other side of the counter, holding the top portion of her body in place while I continued to plow into her from behind vigorously. I looked down again to watch with wonder as my cock rapidly went in and out of her body for several minutes until the familiar tingling within my balls began abruptly. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned her. "Do it, Daddy!" Kelly cried out. "Cum inside me! PLEASE cum inside me, Daddy! I need it! I need your cum!" After hearing that I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed myself as deeply inside my daughter's tiny body as I could, again feeling the entrance to her cervix bump against the tip of my throbbing cock, and I let loose with a massive torrent of cum, right at the very opening of her womb. I felt my body spasm and buck with each jolt as my balls emptied their contents into my daughter's well-used pussy. Each time I spasmed I watched the cheeks of her ass slightly ripple, which served only to elicit a few more slugs of cum from my swollen member. And each time my cum splashed against my baby's inner walls, I felt her cunt clamp down on me again and again in perfect response. After what seemed like an eternity, my orgasm subsided and I collapsed down over my daughter's back, pinning her against the countertop as we both fought to catch our breath. Even though my cock had finished spewing my cum inside Kelly's well-fucked pussy and was quickly softening, her orgasms continued to wash over her body in rapid succession, causing small amounts of her daddy's sperm to be pushed outside of her body and run down both of our legs. We were messy, sweaty and exhausted from the effort of just having had the most mind-blowing sex of our lives, but the father within me was still alive and kicking. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked her between gasps for air. She let out a soft chuckle. "N-no, Daddy. No. You didn't hurt me at all. And if you did, dear God, do it again as often as you like!" she said with a weakened but heartfelt laugh. "Holy fuck, that was amazing!" I kissed my daughter lovingly on the nape of her neck and brought my arms up to hold her shoulders, which were still pinned to the countertop under us, in a warm embrace. "You know," I said, "the clean-up is gonna be a bitch." She twisted her neck around and kissed my left hand. "Fuck cleaning up. I want to feel your cum inside me for as long as possible, Dad. God, it felt like you came in bucket-loads! And even though I'm not feeling it now, I'm worried that you might've bruised my ass. You were pounding me like crazy." I stood up slowly and reached for a roll of paper towels behind me. As I half-turned to grab the roll of towels, my softening penis slipped out of my daughter's cum-soaked pussy and I glanced at the opening. My cum damn near poured out of her now that my cock wasn't there to plug it up and I watched as it freely ran down her inner thighs. I unwound some towels and offered them to her to wipe up the mess I'd created down there, but she waved them off. Kelly turned to face me again, on weakened knees, and slumped down to the cool kitchen floor to rest for a minute while my babybatter oozed out of her in a small pool. I decided to use the towels she'd refused to clean myself up some, but was stopped by her touch. Our eyes were locked on each other in the morning light as she slowly leaned forward and once again sucked my cock into her mouth, this time while it was completely flaccid and she could fit it all inside. I felt the incredible sensation of her tongue as it travelled all around my shaft along with the pressure of her gentle suction while our eyes continued to stay affixed on each other. This went on for several seconds as she cleaned her father's cock with her mouth and tongue until she released it with a soft kiss, a job well done. "Mmm," she said playfully as she dantily dabbed the corners of her mouth with a delicate pinky. "I do believe that's breakfast. Tastes wonderful." I slumped down to the floor across from her, her back resting against the counter's wall and mine resting against the island cabinetry. I stared at my daughter in unabashed awe. "You're something else, you know that?" I asked her. She smiled sweetly and only said, "Thank you, Daddy. For everything that you've done and all that you do. Mom's really lucky to have you. And, now, so am I." Discovery of the Moment Ch. 04 Author's note: The last chapter didn't have as many comments as I'd hoped. Please, people, let me know what you think by not only voting but speaking up. Your comments are what drive me forward, for they reassure me that I really DO have an audience. This chapter will, hopefully, knock your socks off. To the best of my knowledge, it has a sexual act that has not, to date, ever been done before. Truly unique in the annals of eroticism. Enjoy! * I woke up the next day feeling the oddest mixture of well-rested and completely bombed out of my mind. As the midday light shone through my bedroom window, I took a slow, deep breath and let it out with a quietly contented sigh. I spied, out of the corner of my eye, the sleeping form next to me and smiled lazily at the crazy dream I'd had- the foiled robbery, Sarah getting shot, taking Kelly into The Between and then an ER doctor... for the most part, yeah, it was a nightmare, but what an ending! I'd dreamed about having sex with Kelly and it was so amazingly vivid, so pleasurable that I could've sworn it was real. I turned to look at the alarm clock, to see what time it was, and was pleased to see that, since it was Sunday, I'd been able to sleep in until just past one o'clock in the afternoon. I hadn't sleep that late in years, not since Kelly was a baby. Sleeping in on Sundays, though, had always been a sort of tradition with Sarah and me, but never this late. I guess whatever I ate at the restaurant Saturday night must've really sent me over the moon. I sat up in bed, careful not to disturb my wife on her side of the bed, and groggily started to stand up as quietly as possible. Just as I'd gotten to my feet, ready to slip off to the bathroom for a morning piss, I heard Kelly's voice. "Dad?" I glanced at the bedroom door, but saw that it was shut closed. That's odd, I thought to myself. I heard the bed creak slightly as Sarah, who must've been roused by Kelly calling out for me, sat up. Kelly said my name again, but this time the voice was unmistakably behind me. My blood ran cold as I slowly turned to face the voice and, as you might've already guessed, there sat my daughter, naked as a jay-bird, in the spot where my wife normally sleeps in our bed. And that's when the memories of the night before came rushing back in full, exacting detail. It was a nightmare, all right, but it was one that my family had actually experienced. My wife was in the hospital, recovering from a gunshot wound, and my daughter, who I'd had animalistic sex with in the kitchen, was now in my bed. I covered my mouth in surprise at the surreality of my life at that moment and muttered, "Holy fucking hell, it was all real, wasn't it?" Kelly's eyebrows knit in confusion as she wiped the sleepiness out of her eyes and then gave me a hard look. "Of course it was real, Dad. What... you thought it was all a dream or something?" Kelly didn't move to cover herself as she brushed her hands through her hair, drawing it back over her shoulders. I sat down heavily on my side of the bed and looked down at my feet, like they were suddenly far more interesting than the naked young woman who was staring at my back. "Uh. I... yeah, I guess I did." I turned my torso slowly to look at my diminuative daughter, who was still brazenly naked and seemingly unconcerned about it. "Would you, uh, mind covering yourself up for a moment, please?" Kelly glanced down at her exposed breasts, which looked absolutely lovely in the afternoon light, and then back at me with incredulity writ large upon her face. "Are you kidding me?" she asked. "Dad, after what you did to me a few weeks ago and did WITH me this morning, I hardly think that modesty is going to do either of us any good right now. Besides, our clothes are still down in the living room, remember?" The events after what occurred in the kitchen came back to me in a slow fog. Most of what we did could be described as "innocent" necking, provided the two people involved weren't a directly blood-related father-and-daughter couple, but I'm pretty sure it never went further than that. I had suggested that bed was a good place to be after we'd made out for several minutes and took off the rest of our clothes. Kelly had agreed and we made way to the master bedroom, where we quickly fell asleep. We'd fallen asleep spooning, me holding her in my arms, and totally oblivious to anything but our own exhaustion. And I suddenly felt an immense amount of guilt for having let my daughter take my wife's place in bed. Having sex with her was bad enough, even though I'd managed to agree to it, but this was unacceptable. What had I been thinking? "Kelly," I said slowly, "while this morning was... fantastic, I don't think it'd be a good idea for us to sleep in this bed together again. I should've said something about it before we went to sleep, but I guess I was just too tired at the time. I mean... that's your mom's side of the bed. It's just a little too... much. For me." Kelly looked around herself for a few seconds, taking in the sights from her vantage point and then shrugged. "Yeah," she said with clear resignation in her voice. "I guess you're right. It IS a little creepy. Okay. I'll sleep in my own bed, if that'll make you more comfortable." I half-smiled and half-grimmaced at my daughter. "Thanks," I said. "I appreciate that. It's not really sleeping together that bothers me so much," I explained. "It's just that-" Kelly shook her head. "No need to explain, Dad. I think I understand. This is your marriage bed. I can respect that. And will. By the way," she leaned over and kissed me chastely on my cheek, as if she wasn't naked in my bed or maybe as though being naked in my bed was the most normal thing in the world to her, "g'morning, Daddy. I'm gonna go take a shower and freshen up. Okay? And I'll have some breakfast ready by the time you come down." I nodded numbly as she hopped out of bed spryly and left me alone to collect my thoughts. One event had changed so much of my life in such a short span of time. I was still having a hard time coping with it. I wasn't sure if the guilt I felt was about letting Kelly sleep in Sarah's spot or if it was the fact that I'd agreed to fuck my own daughter so easily while my wife was stuck at the hospital. I'd barely protested when Kelly threw herself at me. I know that I'd realized that my moral compass was already somewhat damaged, having basically raped her a few weeks before while I had slipped between the seconds of Time, but I still had a duty to Kelly as her father. I should have put up more than just a token resistence, should've argued against it. But, honestly, I just couldn't bring myself to do it, to resist my daughter's magnificent charms. I had to be honest with myself, first and foremost- I'd wanted Kelly since she was a budding teenaged girl. Never, before all this business with The Between, had I laid an inappropriate hand on her. But now? Now it was like I was a kid again, ready to fuck her at a moment's notice. I glanced down at my groin as I replayed the events in the kitchen and saw, much to my lack of surprise, a happy, solid and ready erection. Hiya, buddy, wanna play? Oh, how crudely revealing a man's body could be where the Truth is concerned! I decided to table my misgivings for the time being. I was in for the proverbial penny, so I might as well go for that proverbial pound. I stood up and looked at myself in the dresser mirror. To my complete and utter surprise, I saw a man in the reflection who could not have been me. I mean, yes, it was me staring back in the reflection, but I looked healthier, stronger and more virile. Not exactly younger, but... how do I put this into adequate words? I was looking at a new me. I walked towards the mirror to look at this new me more closely. I didn't really look any different than I had the day before. The same lines in my face, the same gray hairs here and there, the same scars. Nothing was out of place, and yet I looked entirely different. Like- and I hope you'll forgive me if this sounds too absurd to believe despite the facts I've already presented- like my SOUL had somehow become younger while my body stayed relatively the same. Was this a side-effect of my newly discovered ability? Could this explain why I felt so energetic this morning, regardless of the rigors of the night before? Then I recalled something Kelly had said, just as we'd gotten home. She's said that she didn't feel tired, even though she knew she should have. And I felt the same way. Even as I stood in front of the mirror, just having woken up, I felt like I could move the world. Before that night I'd never stayed so long In Between. I added it up in my head and realized that I'd been there for just over four hours, all told, with the majority of that time being spent in Kelly's company. The longest I'd ever gone before that was thirty minutes. And I'd felt pretty jazzed after that thirty-minute stint, too, but I had simply chalked it up to my excitement at being able to go Between at all. It never occurred to me that I, personally, could be somehow affected by my adventures in the silence of time. I decided that, while having breakfast, I'd ask Kelly if she felt unusually energetic, too. I quickly took a shower, got dressed and went downstairs to join my daughter for what smelled like a damn good breakfast. I smelled eggs, sausage and hashbrowns as I got closer to the kitchen. When had Kelly learned how to cook so well, I wondered. I guess it had happened sometime between age 16, when the only thing she'd have for breakfast was a bowl of cereal, and 18. Somewhere between those two ages my daughter had learned how to cook and cook well, almost as well as her mother, who normally had this kind of breakfast ready for us every Sunday morning. I walked into the kitchen and decided to go Between for just a moment, so that I could savor the scene before me. Kelly stood at the kitchen stove, a pan filled with some sausage links slightly tilted over a plate. Beside the plate on which she was about to deposit the sausage links was another plate which was filled to the edge with scrambled eggs. I walked up to my frozen daughter, who wore a summer dress with a nice flower pattern on it, and saw that she had a warm, gentle smile on her face. She looked like she didn't have a care in the world and was perfectly happy with her lot in life. I couldn't resist the impulse to plant a small, fatherly kiss on her cheek, then went back to the kitchen's hallway entrance and let Time march on as it should. Kelly's hand immediately went to her cheek, where I'd kissed her, and held it there for a few contemplative seconds. Then she let the sausage links roll onto the plate and put the pan down on the burner with practiced ease. Without missing a beat, she picked up both plates of food and said brightly, "And good morning to you, too, Daddy," as she turned to place our breakfast on the table. "Would you mind getting us some silverware while I divvy up the food? Hashbrowns are already on the table." "Sure thing," I replied. Within moments our food was split between us as we sat down to feast, forks and knives in hand. Everything in the kitchen was just like it had always been every other Sunday with the exception that my wife wasn't there to enjoy it with us. "When did you become such an amazing cook?" I asked her after I took a savory bite of eggs and hashbrowns. Kelly waved the compliment off. "Oh, I helped Mom every once in a while. She taught me a lot, actually. I guess we just never got around to telling you about it." She smiled saucily as she said, "We wouldn't want you to start expecting it, would we?" She fired a piece of sausage into her mouth and continued between chews, "I spoke with Mom a few minutes ago, by the way. While you were in the shower. Had to ask her where she hid the sausage. She sounds good. A lot better than she did when we left." I nodded. "Good," I said. "I think, after this, I'll go over to the hospital and visit with her for a little bit. Did she tell you if the cops came back to question her some more or did they finally leave her alone." Kelly shook her head, her blonde hair looking wonderfully bouncy in the early afternoon light that came through the kitchen window. "Nope, didn't mention them," she said. "But she did ask that we bring her some clothes and some books. I wrote a short list for you. It's on the counter." I raised my eyebrows. "You're not coming with me?" I asked with surprise. "Nope," she answered nonchalantly. "I've got some errands to run. Life goes on, y'know? But I told her that I love her and will probably see her tomorrow. She sounded okay with it," she added with a shrug. I said nothing as I continued to scarf down my daughter's fantastically-prepared meal. As I ate, ruminating on my own thoughts, I realized that my daughter was, one day, going to make some man one very lucky son of a bitch. Smart, beautiful, sexy and talented in the kitchen- the man who caught her eye would have to be one magnificent bastard indeed, for she deserved nothing less. In the time being, I felt priveleged to indulge in my daughter's better attributes while I still could. I noticed, as we ate our breakfast in contented and happy silence, that Kelly's knee bobbed frantically to some unknown rhythm. "Nervous?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Hm? What? No. Why?" "Well, you've either had too much caffeine this morning or you're trying to send messages in Morse Code to the bugs under the house. Your knee is bouncing like crazy," I noted. Kelly regarded her bouncy knee for a long second, stopped it, and then looked up at me with a shrug. "I guess I slept better than usual," she answered with a sly grin. "Actually," I said, "I noticed that I seem to be feeling rather... jumpy, too. Not the nervous kind. More like... well, I feel kind of like a kid again." "Yeah," Kelly replied with a happy smile. "It's kinda cool, isn't it? Ya think it might have something to do with The Between?" Now that was completely apropos of nothing, I thought to myself. "Strange that you'd ask," I said cautiously. "What made you think of it?" "I dunno. I mean, I don't usually have a problem waking up in the morning, but I don't really feel so... peppy, like I did today. I thought that, maybe, it was the sex, but now I'm not so sure. I mean, I've had sex early in the morning and woke up a few hours later before, felt pretty good, but not this good. The only real difference is that, last night, we spent a lot of time Between. Just seems logical to me." I blinked at my daughter owlishly. God but damn was she smart! Her first sojourn to the Land Between, and she's cottoned on to it in no time. I guess younger people adapt to extraordinary situations better than adults. And the careful ease with which she mentioned our sexual tryst completely blew me out of the water. Was it signs of sagacious maturity or simply the youthful tendency to "let it roll?" Frankly, I didn't care which it was. I was just pleased as punch that she didn't make a big deal of it or make it the focal point of our conversation. "Well, I'm thinking you might be right," I said. "I can't quite figure it out, but if this IS some sort of side-effect of going Between, I can't say that it's a bad thing. I haven't felt this good in years." I put down my fork and leaned forward a little. "Seriously, I FEEL different. But in a good way," I said excitedly. "Stronger, sharper, healthier... like I somehow shaved ten years off. But the hell of the thing is that I don't look a bit different in the mirror. I looked. Physically, nothing's changed a single bit about me, but I'd swear that I could throw a bus right about now." "Hm," Kelly said through a mouthful of eggs and sausage. "Well, don't get cocky just yet, Dad. You never know: it might wear off. Just don't do anything crazy, okay? You might need that energy for later or something. Or maybe it's like a sugar-rush, y'know? We feel great right now, but in a few hours we might feel totally spent or something." I nodded in agreement. It had to be maturity, I decided. Idiot kids don't normally give good advice to their parents. "Maybe. Maybe not. I'll try to pay close attention to myself today. You do the same. If you notice anything drastic, call me immediately. If I somehow hurt you by taking you Between with me, I couldn't forgive myself." Kelly put down her own fork and placed her hand on mine. "Thank you, Dad. But don't worry. I'm going to avoid doing anything too rigorous today. I'll try to relax and stuff." She glanced up at the clock. "Oh, shit. It's almost two, Dad. Visiting hours end at three-thirty and don't resume until around eight o'clock. You better get going." I glanced down at the remaining food on my plate. To my surprise I saw only a few bites left. Apparently I had wolfed it down a lot faster than I realized. "You're right," I said. I quickly forked down the last few bites and jumped up out of my chair. I grabbed the keys to the Jeep off the countertop and stopped briefly to plant a quick peck on my daughter's cheek. As I strode through the doorway which connected the kitchen to the garage, Kelly called out for me to give her love to her mother. "I will," I called over my shoulder. "And you be good!" "Yes, Dad! Bye!" -------------------------------------- Sarah, it seemed, was well on her way to the road to recovery. She had full color to her face and was fairly animated, considering the ordeal she'd gone though. We talked for a short while about financial arrangements regarding the medical bills, legal issues regarding the shooting and about how we, as a family, were going to deal with the events of the night before. I assured her that, from all outward appearances, Kelly seemed to be taking it in stride. I was, too, really. We weren't at all in denial about anything; we just accepted things as they had come and resolved, as a family, to face it head-on. Kelly and I had the benefit of being proactive about the whole thing- I'd taken care of the thugs who did this to my wife and Kelly had participated in securing Sarah's safety. I couldn't divulge these things to my wife, but I truly believe that the experiences had by me and my daughter served to be extremely cathartic and helped us to put things into perspective. My wife, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky. She had to personally deal with and endure the aftermath of a singularly traumatic experience. When I carefully suggested that she see a shrink once her physical wounds had healed, Sarah quietly agreed. Granted, she wasn't enthusiastic about it, but she knew that if she didn't talk with someone trained in helping others through these kinds of ordeals, she might develop some serious issues later on. Unfortunately, we didn't have a whole lot of time to discuss these matters. When I realized that we had just fifteen minutes left to wrap things up I had briefly considered the idea of taking my wife In Between with me for a short while so that we could talk some more, but decided that doing so was too big a risk. She would undoubtedly notice that the clock wasn't working or that the hospital had suddenly grown very quiet. She'd had too many shocks to her system already without having to face some more. I couldn't do that to her, not while she was in such a fragile state. As I was about to leave, Sarah asked me the damnedest thing, though. "How did you and Kelly sleep last night?" she asked me. I gave her a mirthless smirk. "Well, this MORNING, we slept just fine. I hope you don't mind, but she took your place in the bed. I guess we both needed the company because we slept like logs." Sarah smiled sweetly, totally unsuspecting of what else I and our daughter had done. "That's good," she said with an obvious air of relief. "I was going to suggest that exact thing, actually. I think, while I'm here, that it'd be a good thing if you and Kelly stayed close to each other. Right now, the two of you are all you have until I get fully recovered. I don't mind it if she sleeps in my spot while I'm gone. I want you two to keep each other safe, okay?" Discovery of the Moment Ch. 04 I didn't quite know how to take that. I mean, I knew that my wife wasn't suggesting anything even remotely sexual- she was referring to the innocent care of a father and daughter, not the illicit affair of an incestuous couple. But the unbidden images of me and Kelly fucking wildly in the bed that my wife and I had shared for almost twenty years felt like a cattle-prod to my psyche. I was, at once, both frightened and excited by the unforseen permission my wife had just given me. "I'll mention it to her," I said to my wife, careful to be as evasive as possible. The smile on Sarah's face was one of such sincere relief that I almost felt guilty enough to spill the beans about everything, but I kept myself in check as she nodded, looking significantly more tired all of the sudden. "Good," she said with finality. "That's one load off my mind. Now, the other thing is the matter of time. Doctor Washburn came up to visit a short while ago. He said that my recovery might take a week, perhaps longer. While I'm stuck here, you'll undoubtedly be stuck at home, dealing with lawyers and cops and doctors and insurance creeps. I'll understand if you can't make it here to see me every day, but you had damn well better call me once a day, no matter what. And, honey?" "Yes?" "Call work and tell them you're taking the week off. All of that shit will be hard enough without having to juggle your work schedule, too. I'm sure they can live without you for a week." I smiled at that. Yes, the radio station could definitely live without me for a week. I'd already spoken with the station director while I was on the way to visit with Sarah. "That's already been seen to, actually," I told her. "Dave told me to take the week, two if I need them. He can't cover the hours I'll lose, but I've got some money socked away for emergencies like this." Sarah arched her eyebrows in surprise, ready to inquire about that. I held up a silencing hand. "Believe me, honey, you don't want to know. And knowing will only give rise to more questions. Just trust me on this: money's good for as long as we need it, medical expenses included. Let's just say that I've managed to scare up a few bucks here and there without getting us into a bind. We're good on that front." Sarah looked at me for a long, quiet moment before she decided to just let it go and trust me. "You've never let us down before," she said tiredly. "Now you go home and give our daughter the love I know she probably needs right now. I love you both. God, I can't wait to get out of this damn place." At that I had to smile. That's the Sarah I knew all too well- she never did like being caged up like an animal, a trait that our daughter had definitely inherited from her. "You just focus on getting better, honey," I told my wife. "I love you and I'll see you soon." I closed the door behind me and closed my eyes for a moment. Somehow, even while stuck in a hospital bed, Sarah managed to be the rock I've always needed in my life. I gave a silent prayer of hope that she would mend quickly and come home. -------------------------------------- When I got home, I found a note that Kelly had left for me on the kitchen countertop. I picked it up and read it: Dad, You said that if I could think of solutions to all the problems related to my Request that you'd try it. Well, I've given it a lot of thought and I know that I've gotten everything done right. I had to use the credit card you gave me and got some supplies for you. I hope you don't mind. Here's the list: 1) Hygiene: I bought you an electric razor that uses batteries. I also bought a 36-pack of batteries to go along with it. That should easily last a few weeks. It has a beard trimmer, too. And we can cut your hair when you get back to Normal Time. I've filled your bathtub with water, so you can use a washcloth to clean yourself and dip a toothbrush in there if you need to brush your teeth. Deoderant is a no-brainer, too. Remember, Dad, that even though liquids don't flow when you're Between, they still retain their basic properties- that's what you told me. 2) Food: I bought lots of yogurt, protein bars, MRE's from the local army surplus store, a dozen packs of peanuts and if you need something to drink you can always grab a bottle of Propel and do a micro-second flip to bring it with you Between. I know for a fact that a 32 oz. bottle of Propel can last a full day if you use it properly. Mountain climbers go for months on less. 3) Bathroom breaks: We have three bathrooms in the house. Just use them in sequence, between flips. You can take a leak anywhere outside the house- who's going to see you while you're Between? 4) Entertainment: I realize that you'll be Between for a long time and I know how lonely that can get. I got you LOTS of books by your favorite authors. All the books are ones that we don't have, I've checked. But if that's not enough, I bought a really good laptop that has a DVD player and I've loaded it with all of your favorite MP3's. I've also loaded it with all of my favorite videos and stories. But I warn you, Dad, it's not the kind of stuff you'd want Mom to see! The laptop is really cool, too. It runs on its own power, with a hand-crank. Each charge is good for 8 hours of continuous use. Those Japanese guys built some really cool shit! I've got the razor, batteries, laptop, two bottles of Propel and MRE's packed in a backpack for you. It's at your feet. The food you can eat while you're Between. It should be all right. While we were at the hospital last night I found a candy bar that we didn't bring with us and ate it. It went down just fine, even if it did taste a little odd. I guess we can metabolize food even if it's still in Normal Time. Dad, you're good to go! Now. While you're reading this I'm getting ready for you in the living room. I am completely naked and already in position. All I need is you, Dad! I love you! Your evil little daughter, Kelly I looked down at my feet and there was the backpack Kelly had mentioned in her note. I just couldn't believe it. I'd left at two o'clock and it was now just past five o'clock. In three short hours my daughter had managed to acquire all of these "supplies" so that I could fullfill one of her sordid fantasies. She wanted me to fill her pussy to overflowing with my cum. I'd told her that such a task would take days of me being Between, possibly even weeks, and that I wasn't sure it was a safe thing for me to do. But every necessity I'd need in the effort to make this twisted desire a reality had been provided to me by her and, surprisingly, I couldn't think of any real reason why it couldn't be done. I looked at the note, read it carefully again and put it down on the countertop with a deep sigh. I couldn't weasel out of this. I had made a deal with her and she'd made good on her part of it. Holy hell, I couldn't say no to my little girl, no matter how depraved this idea was. I picked up the backpack, slung it over my shoulder and walked down the hallway connecting the kitchen to the living room. Even though her note told me how I'd find her, I still was unsure about what I would find when I got into the living room. When I got to the living room entrance, I slowly peeked around the corner and was amazed at what I saw. My daughter was once again completely naked, waiting for me in the most peculiar position. She was laying partially on the floor, with her head and shoulders taking most of her weight, while her back and hips were tilted upwards and resting against the front of the sofa. Her legs, well-toned and wonderfully free of clothing, were spread wide with her knees hanging almost directly over her head. The sight of her beautiful breasts absolutely sent me over the moon- instead of laying flat the way gravity would demand, her youthful, rounded tits were high and firm as they rose from her chest. What a fantastic sight! My wonderful, amazing daughter had transformed herself into the perfect and willing recepticle for my cum. While I read her note I had started to develop an erection, but when my eyes feasted upon this glorious, tawdry sight, I found myself at full mast and ready to rut like a horny bull. Kelly heard me walk into the living room and tilted her head at an awkward angle to smile at me. "Hiya, Dad!" she said cheerfully and glanced at the backpack on my shoulder. "I see you got my note. Are you ready?" I let the backpack slide off my shoulder to the ground. "I guess I am," I said as I started to unbutton my shirt and kicked off my shoes. "Were you waiting for me like that long?" I asked as I yanked off the undershirt and tossed it on the floor beside me. I then started to unbuckle the belt on my pants. "Nope," she answered. "I got here about twenty minutes ago and waited until I heard you pull into the garage. When I heard the door close, I got into position, though. So I've only been like this for about a minute or so." By that time I'd gotten both my pants and underwear completely off. "Whoa, Dad!" Kelly said appreciatively as she eyed my hardened cock, "It looks like you ARE ready!" I bent down to take off my socks. When I stood back up, I grabbed the backpack and walked towards her. When I stopped, I was standing directly over her head, my fully erect penis standing to attention as I looked down at her. "So how do you want to do this?" I asked. From her awkward position, Kelly shrugged. "The first time you do it I want it to be in Normal Time, please. Just come on around and stand over me. The rest should be pretty self-explanatory," she said with a smirk. I walked around her so that now I was standing over the sofa cushions and facing her. Looking downward I had a bird's-eye view of my daughter's perfect little pussy. I could see the wetness on her pussy lips as they glistened in the light and my eyes traveled further down her body, over her cleanly shaven mound, past her breasts, and stopped at her eyes. "Are you absolutely, one-hundred percent certain that you want to do this?" I asked. "Because once I start, I won't stop. For me it'll take a long time, but for you it'll only be about half-an-hour, maybe longer." Kelly frowned in confusion. "What? Why so long? Can't you just do it all while you're in Between?" I shook my head as I pushed the head of my cock at my daughter's tiny little entrance. I didn't insert myself into her young body yet, though, and just let it rest there, enjoying the heat rising up from her and the sensual contact of our genitals touching. "Nope. Think about it, honey. If I do that, you'll end up with almost a month's worth of cum inside you, which probably isn't healthy and cum has a nasty way of drying up pretty quick. But if I flip over to Normal Time just before I cum, you'll be getting a fresh load every time, which will take a minute or two with each load. Then I can go back Between to recoup for the next one. Also, you'll eventually get filled up to the point where I can't put it in anymore but there'll still be room left over, so you'll have to hold yourself open for me. And then I've got to factor in a few seconds here and there for things like flushing the toilet and getting fresh water or food. All of that will take seconds in Normal Time, but it'll add up." I started to lower myself down and the crown of my cock barely touched my daughter's pussy lips. "Wait a sec!" Kelly blurted. I stopped myself right at her entrance and looked at her quizzically. Could SHE be having second thoughts, I wondered? "What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't you want this?" Kelly smiled sweetly. "Of course I do, Daddy. You have no idea. But before we do, I wanted to ask how Mom is. I mean, I wanna know, but I think asking you while you're fucking me would be a little... weird." I graced my daughter with a loving, fatherly smile and stood back up, pulling my cockhead away from her pussy. "Your mother is fine," I said. "She's eating well and already has some mobility of her shoulder, but not much. They have her on Vicadin to ease the pain, but mostly she just complains about how the wound itches a lot. We talked about a few things, mostly stuff that deals with the business of lawyers and money. But we talked about us, as a family, too. She said that she wants you to take her place in bed while she's gone." Kelly's eyes went wide with shock and surprise, but I continued before she could get a word out. "She didn't mean that in a sexual way. She's just worried that you might not feel safe after the robbery so she wants you to stay with me in the meantime." Kelly's face softened with genuine affection. "Oh, that's so sweet of her!" My daughter gushed. For a brief second I thought it absolutely absurd that we were talking about something so touching as her mother looking after her emotional wellfare while I stood over her naked body, ready to literally fill her pussy with her father's cum. It was easily the most perveted sexual act I had ever performed on anyone, let alone my daughter. "So what did you say?" she asked. I smiled ruefully. "I told her that I'd mention it to you." "And that's all?" Kelly asked. "Like the decision is mine?" I shrugged. "Well, you DO have your mother's permission and, frankly, I wouldn't mind it so much. As long as we don't have sex in that particular bed, I'm okay with it." Kelly didn't hesitate with her decision. "Done!" she said eagerly. Then she kicked up her heels in excitement. "Now, let's do this! I've been waiting for this all day!" I laughed quietly at my daughter's exuberance and once again started to push my cock into her small body. But, again, Kelly stopped me. This time I gave her a look of mild annoyance, but said nothing. "I just wanna know, Dad... why are you doing this?" I blinked at my daughter owlishly. "Uhm... because you asked me to?" Kelly's eyebrows arched slightly and I think I detected a slight bit of disappointment in her face. "And that's it?" "Honey, I love you. Probably as much as I love Sarah, but I think you need to understand that I'm not IN LOVE with you. I will always be your father, whether we fuck like bunnies or continue having a normal father/daughter relationship. No matter what, I will always try to make you happy and give you the things you want and need." I didn't wait for a response, nor did I allow myself to be stopped any further. I slowly lowered my cock until the head slipped past her lips and my shaft started to sink into her warm, wet, velvety depths. "Yes, it helps that you're hot as hell," I said as I short-thrusted my cock into my daughter's body, sinking another inch into her on the down-thrust, which elicited a small gasp from her. "Yes, the whole taboo aspect of incest is one helluva turn-on," another inch short-thrusted in. "And, yes, I absolutely DO like having sex with you. But, at the end of the day, I'd give it all up just to be your normal, loving father, if you ever decide that's what you want." With that I slid the full length of my cock into Kelly's pussy and left it there, relishing the forbidden contact of her vaginal walls as they gently squeezed my shaft. Kelly let out a hearty yell of exclamation. "Oh, fuck! Yes!" "You liked that?" I asked her coyly. Kelly's arms were splayed out on the floor on either side of her, but that didn't stop her from gripping the shag carpeting as I slowly withdrew my cock, leaving just the head inside her entrance. "Oh, Dad, you have NO fucking idea how long I've wanted this! Fucking hell, I'm ten times more turned on than I've ever been and you haven't even cum inside me yet!" As though to underscore her claim, I felt her pussy walls clamp down tight around my shaft as I slowly inserted it again. "Ooooh, fuck that feels good, Dad. Don't EVER stop!" I then decided to just set a steady pace as I enjoyed watching my daughter squirm underneath me. "Stop? Babygirl, I'm only getting started." I grabbed her ankles to keep my balance and said, "Now, honey, I need to concentrate here, okay? Enough conversation and, as The King once said, a little more action is what's needed here. Let Dad do his work or we'll never get this done." I flashed a smile at her as my thrusts became steadily faster and deeper. At that point, Kelly just fixed her eyes on mine and made frequent mewling sounds when she wasn't moaning provocatively. I watched her as I fucked myself into her pussy for several moments and noted that her eyes kept drifting to the place where we were so lewdly joined. "You like watching your daddy fuck you, little girl?" I asked brazenly. Kelly could only nod her head awkwardly as I continued to pile-drive my member repeatedly downward into her core. "And you're sure you want me to cum inside you?" "Uh-huh," Kelly replied and bucked her hips. "I want you to cum inside me, Daddy. As deep as you can." I slipped my cock out of her, which caused her to groan with anguish, and playfully slapped the head against her exposed clitoris. I didn't even bother with being gentle as I slipped myself back inside her and resumed my steady thrusting. I followed her gaze and watched myself go in and out of my young daughter's cunt with complete awe. Never had I fucked a woman in this position. It was so patently domineering and clearly geared to make the woman as helpless as possible, exposing her most private of holes (both of them). I was mildly impressed to see that my daughter's asshole, just puckered up as tight as can be, was as devoid of hair as her pussy. I've never been much for anal. I tried it a few times with Sarah and while I can agree that it felt exceedingly good, there were some mental hang-ups I had about anal sex that simply made it impossible for me to truly enjoy it. A man's cock was made to be inserted into a woman's vagina. That's what The Design clearly indicated, right? Why go mucking about with Nature's plan? I understand that others enjoy it, some even more than vaginal sex, but I'm just not one of them. But I had vowed early in life to not knock something unless I tried it first- so I am speaking from personal experience when I say that, for me, anal sex just doesn't trip my trigger. All that said, I AM glad to see that my daughter's denuding of her pubic hair wasn't limited to just one place- that shows care and consideration. As though she was reading my mind, Kelly said, "Don't even think about going there, Dad. I've tried it once and it hurt like hell- and the guy who did it was a hell of a lot smaller than you are. I want you to bring me- AH!- pleasure, not- Mmmm!- not pain. You're getting deeper, aren't you?" she asked me. I merely nodded and let the sound of my balls slapping against her ass fill the room for a few seconds. "You don't have to worry about me taking you down there," I told her finally. "It's not my bag." "Co- oooo! Cool," Kelly replied. "So- ah! Yes- are you, uhm... are you getting close, Dad? Are you getting close to cumming inside my pussy?" I smiled at her and nodded as I picked up my pace. Between heavy breaths, I said, "I'm almost there, honey. Just hold on for a few seconds more, okay?" "Do it, Daddy. Cum inside me. Cum inside your daughter's pussy. It feels soooo good inside me. Fucking fill me with your cum, Daddy!" "I'm gonna- nng! Oh, fuck, here it comes, honey! I'm gonna cum any second now!" Kelly smiled sweetly at that and just watched with rapt attention as my penis flew in and out of her wet folds. As she watched, her breathing became ragged and I could both feel and hear the beginnings of her own impending orgasm. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." her voice started quietly and got progressively louder as the seconds passed. "Mmmmmmmmmm-m-m-my fucking GOD!" She screamed as her orgasm finally gripped her body and threw her into a wild abandon. When her orgasm hit, I couldn't hold back any longer. With a hard grunt, I shoved my cock as deep into my daughter's pussy as it would go and just let myself cum. I felt my body shake and buck with each ejaculation of my sperm into Kelly's body and fought to keep myself perfectly still. My penis felt like it was expanding well past its maximum point, reaching critical mass as it released the contents of my balls as far inside my teenaged daughter's pussy as possible. Discovery of the Moment Ch. 04 "I feel it, Daddy!" Kelly cried. "I can feel you cumming inside me! Oh, my God, it's so fucking good! Oooooh, FUCK!" Again, her body convulsed and shook violently as my cock continued to erupt inside her, right at her cervix. I quickly let go of her ankles and grabbed her quivering hips, pushing myself just an extra eighth of an inch deeper. My cock continued to spurt within her tiny body, but the contractions in my loins were becoming increasingly weaker with each successive time that my seed was ejected into her. We both just held our voices in check, along with our breaths, as our bodies fought to regain equilibrium. Finally, almost mercifully, my orgasm ended and Kelly's began to quickly subside. Her legs and hips twitched and spasmed gently as our euphoric sexual high came to an end, but I stayed right where I was, buried in her wanting, hungry hole as her pussy walls rippled and fluttered around my shaft appreciatively. When both our orgasms had completely ended and I began to soften inside her, I pulled out completely. I watched as the head of my dick once again came into view. A thick dollup of my cum still lingered at the very tip and the shaft was streaked with white lines of our combined juices. I reached down and tapped the head against her hairless pussy lips to dislodge that last drop and then looked down at my daughter's face. "Well," I said breathlessly, "that's one." Much to my surprise, there were tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked back up at me. "Thank you, Daddy," she said in a small voice, a voice that reminded me of times many years before when she was much more innocent and pristine. "Thank you." And then her face broke into a wide smile and her voice took on an almost animalistic tone. "But I want more!" I nodded and smiled at her beaming face as I pulled away from her body completely, breaking phyical contact altogether. I slipped the strap of the backpack over my shoulder and said, "Then that is what you shall get." "Wait a second before you go," she told me quickly. Then she reached under her backside and produced a regular watch and a stopwatch. To this day I don't really know where she was hiding them. Kelly handed me the watch. "I want to see just how long this takes on my end and you can keep track of time on the other side. We'll compare when we're done. See you in a sec," she said playfully as she hit the start button on the stopwatch. "Yep," I answered and then I went Between. The world was once again silent and I was its king for the next week or so. I looked down at my naked daughter, frozen in Time, and the sight was just amazing. She had a look of such contentment on her face, but it was mixed with an unmistakable gleam of excitement. Her cheeks were flushed, encapsulating a most wonderful and slutty smile. Her upturned pussy looked perfect and already inviting despite the fact that I'd just deposited one load of cum inside of it just moments before. I was sorely tempted to go get the digital camera and flip it Between with me so that I could take a picture of this auspicious moment in both our lives, but thought better of it. Taking pictures of one's naked daughter can be the first ingredient to a recipe for disaster. Plus, I wouldn't feel good about taking a picture without her knowing about it. But, oh, what a picture it would be! Perhaps, at a later date, I might ask, but for now this moment would live forever in my mind only. And, somehow, that felt more proper than anything. Still winded from my extraordinary exertions, I decided to move to the kitchen and set up the laptop on the table, to see what my sinfully wicked daughter had loaded on there. Within minutes I had the machine up and running. I began to peruse the folders that Kelly had created for me, idly checking out one video after another. Most of them catered to audiences with a creampie fetish, but some were badly acted, yet still exciting, videos with an incest theme- all of them, of course, focused on dad/daughter couplings. Just having watched a few minutes of each video, I already had a pretty solid hard-on, but I vowed not to jack off to them- any and all ejactulations would be given to my daughter. I closed the video folder and opened up the one simply titled "Stories." I had already guessed the theme of those tales, but I was curious just the same to read some of them. In all honesty, even though I had often fantasized about my beautiful daughter before all of this came to pass, I had never tripped upon the idea of reading incest stories or watching videos. I suppose that my imagination had been enough to satisfy me and I never really wanted for anything more. But now that I was being exposed to such materials, I found that they greatly exacerbated my dreams and fantasies. The first one I read, titled "My Daughter's Garter Belt" which had been downloaded from LitErotica.Com, got my pulse racing like mad. I read it from start to finish and found that my erection needed some tending to with a quickness. I slapped the laptop screen down, stuffed it into the backpack and went straight to the living room with the pack slung across my back. I got into position over my daughter's nude form, dropped the pack on the cushion next to me, grabbed her ankles, and immediately, slowly inserted myself into her moist folds. I pushed inch after inch inside her frozen opening with patient deliberation, wanting to relish every nuance of sensation as my cock invaded her small, tight body. The best way to describe it was pushing my cock into the softest yet firmest, tightest cup of pudding. Absolutely none of my previous load of cum came out of her as I thrust my cock into that most sensational cunt, probably due to the fact that my cum was now about as thick and viscous as tar. My mind kept repeating the last scene of that story I'd read and I felt my desire grow by leaps and bounds while I watched my penis become engulfed by my daughter's tiny hole. When I was finally seated to the root within Kelly's pussy, my testicles gently grazing her puffy lips, I smiled to myself and I imagined what Kelly might be feeling on the other side in Normal Time. When I had taken her in the bathroom weeks before she had orgasmed instantly, the second I returned to Normal Time. I supposed that she must be one of those rarest of women, a girl who is blessed to be stimulated both vaginally and clitorally. Well, she was about to get the slow fuck of her life right then and experience it all in the space of a second in time, a gift of instantaneous and pure pleasure. I worked my hips up and down slowly for endless minutes, playing back in my mind that story's last scene, imagining myself in the narrator's role, and reveled in the knowledge that my own experiences with my daughter far surpassed his by leaps and bounds. I kept thrusting into my little girl's pussy, heady with eroticism and wanton lust, until my second load of the day began to surge within me. With a nearly Herculean force of will, I staved off the inevitable orgasm I felt rumbling in my balls long enough to grab the backpack's handle and then flipped back to Normal Time while my cock was still ensconced within my daughter's tight pussy. Kelly was once again animated and alive with sensation, her hips bucking in response to the treatment she'd just gotten while I was Between. "OOOOHHHH MY FUCKING GOD!" Kelly immediately screamed and tensed up as her body tried to catch up. "Daaaaaaddeeeeeeee!" That did it. My testicles gave an almighty heave and, just like that, I was cumming for the second time inside my daughter. My cock jumped and twiched wildly in her tight confines, spewing what felt like much more sperm into her small body than the first time. I tilted my head back, my spine frozen in a torrent of impulses, and let loose with a hearty growl as I shot off again and again inside her. For timeless seconds we both twiched and convulsed involuntarily until our orgams subsided. "Jesus-fucking-Christ, Dad," Kelly said between heavy breaths. "That was fucking incredible! God, I hope I never get used to that feeling!" She reached up to where we were joined and ever-so-gently grazed the inch or so of exposed penis that wasn't still buried inside of her. "How long has it been for you since the first one?" she asked. I glanced at the watch she'd given me, now wrapped around my wrist. When I first flipped it had been five-thirty in the afternoon. According to my watch, it was now six-thirty in my subjective Time. "Only an hour," I said with considerable surprise. "Quicker than I expected." Kelly smiled happily at that news. "Not me. I expected it. After our discussion about how energetic we felt and how it might be some sort of side-effect of being Between, I figured that you'd recover a lot faster than normal. Looks like I'm right." I looked down at where we were joined and slowly withdrew myself from her body. As soon as my cockhead was out of her, Kelly's pussy immediately closed back up, almost as if it instinctively knew that Kelly wanted to hold as much of my cum as possible inside and not lose a single drop. I was breathing heavily from all of the activity and the powerful orgasm, but found that I wasn't anywhere close to as tired as I ought to be. "I guess you are," I said carefully. "But a body still has its physical limits and I'm going to need to rest eventually. I'll also need to get some fluids and protein to replace what I just deposited inside of you. So," I said with a quick kiss to her ankle, "I bid you adieu until I come back to cum some more." When I was sure that we were no longer touching, I flipped back Between and went to go make myself a sandwich. After that was a short nap, which left me feeling incredibly refreshed and ready for more action with my daughter-turned-Daddy's-personal-cum-dumpster. It would take far too long to recount each episode after that, so I won't even bother to try. But I will tell you this: Kelly was absolutely right. The more time I spent Between, the healthier and younger I felt. Still nothing changed about my appearance, but I felt every bit as virile and powerful as I had when I was her age. On that first day alone I came eight times, each as powerful and intense as the first, and Kelly was utterly delighted with each helping of cum that I left inside of her. The volume of cum that could be ejected from my balls, too, seemed to improve. Not outrageously so, but noticeably enough for me to realize that this whole exercise would probably go a lot quicker than I'd originally predicted. I went to sleep in my bedroom with the curtains drawn after my eighth time of cumming. I'd eaten a few protein bars and had completely emptied a bottle of Propel, but by the time my head hit my pillow I was completely wiped out. I didn't even bother to set the alarm on my watch because, let's face it, for a man who can pull himself out of Time's flow, a schedule is a totally moot concept. I would wake when rested and sleep when tired. Eat when hungry and fuck when horny. For the next indefinite amount of time, I would allow myself to be a complete and total slave to my body's wants and desires. It had to be the most fucked up vacation a person could ever go on, but it was undoubtedly the most exciting. I won't go into details about my visits to the bathroom and whatnot- suffice it to say that I had them and using the commodes in the house in sequence worked out well enough to suit my needs. On a few occasions when I flipped into Normal Time to cum inside Kelly, the toilet could be heard flushing in the background and during those times I would enjoy a few restful moments with my daughter in Normal Time and go Between when I was sure they had refilled properly. Eating was no problem and I was able to keep my stomach full the whole time I spent Between by eating protein bars, making sandwiches and drinking water. At some points I found myself wishing dearly for a nice, hot steak, but I considered it a worthwhile sacrifice for my beautiful and sexy daughter. I had also decided to limit myself to eight cums per day (a 24-hour cycle in my subjective time, of course) and, when I wasn't reading or eating or fucking Kelly, I would exercise. General calisthenics and running did me a world of good, I must say. And Kelly noticed the effects it was having on me, too- on the twentieth cum, she pointedly asked me if I was working out in my free time and seemed very glad to hear that I was. Kelly, for her part, took the entire experience quite well. Each and every time I came inside her, however, she would have an intense orgasm. At one point I had to stay in Normal Time for a few minutes longer just to let her recover and catch her breath. But those times were few and Kelly enthusiastically urged me onward as much as possible. One the thirty-sixth load, though, something extraordinary happened. I had flipped over to Normal Time and was cumming inside Kelly's perfectly tight pussy (which, I might add, had never lost its tightness during all of this), when Kelly's body sky-rocketed into what has to be the most intense and powerful orgasm any woman has ever had. Her legs went completely rigid and her body straightened out like an arrow. Unfortunately, I had moved her ankles into the crook of my armpits at the time, so the powerful force of her feet kicking upward literally sent me airborn. I felt myself lift up off the sofa and over as my daughter's voice wailed in erotic agony and, next thing I knew, I came crashing down on the floor next to Kelly's head. My shoulder struck the coffee table which normally sat in front of the sofa (Kelly had moved it to the side so that she could have more room), which resulted in a severe gash high on my arm, just below my right shoulder. With hardly a thought, I went Between, experiencing the most excruciating pain I'd suffered in many years. As I stood up to survey the scene I saw that Kelly's body was still stiff as a board, locked in Time, but everything else seemed relatively okay. I reached with my good arm at the wound and looked at the blood on my hand. The pain I felt quickly subsided to a dull and throbbing ache as I stood there, not really sure of what to do next or how to deal with this situation. I was naked, my daughter was naked, I was badly injured and there were no doctors available to help me- and the only one I trusted was miles and miles away. I sure as hell didn't want to go back to Normal Time looking like this because I was certain that it would scare my daughter to death and, besides, it might cause her to feel guilty. I decided to go to the bathroom and take a look at this wound in the mirror, to see just how bad it really was. When I got there I was surprised to see that the bleeding had completely stopped. I looked at the gash in my shoulder and saw, to my utter shock, that it was mending right before my eyes. It wasn't a quick process like you see in the movies and TV, but it was clearly evident as I stood there and watched. For nearly twenty minutes I just gaped in awe as my body healed itself at an incredibly accelerated rate. I could not, for the life of me, figure out why this was happening, but I had to accept the reality of it, for the evidence was right in front of me. The pain, too, started to dissipate until it was little more than a slight throb. After thirty minutes the wound had completely closed. I got a washcloth from under the bathroom sink, dipped it into the bath tub that was filled with "frozen" water, and began to gingerly wipe away the blood from my injured arm until it was all gone. By the time I'd finished cleaning myself up, the wound was now a rather garish-looking inch-long scar, but it had slowly begun to fade. A wound like this would have taken weeks, possibly months to heal in Normal Time. But here, in Between, it took less than an hour before it was completely gone with not a trace of it ever having been there in the first place. This amazing process, I decided, was not really coming from me. I think it was an affectation of being Between, like the way I felt stronger and more youthful. It was a side-effect. Time, I guessed, worked in a funny way there and threw out all conventional rules of physics and mechanics. Like water couldn't flow, but it still retained its wetness. Or Kelly's body, despite me having shoved my cock inside her pussy more than thirty times, was still as fresh and tight as ever. Odors which seemed unnoticeable in Normal Time were more pungent and richer. Everything having to do with the senses, really, seemed to come in louder, clearer and stronger than ever before while, at the same time, staying within the confines of Normal Time's limits. Fire was hot, but didn't flicker. Ice was cold, but didn't melt. Even gravity seemed to behave differently as things seemed to weigh less, even though I seemed to weigh the same. In a world where Time holds no sway, things simply work differently, including one's capacity to heal. And it was with this discovery that I realized what good I could do for my wife. When I was done with Kelly, I could stay in Normal Time long enough to let the sun go down completely and then I could go to the hospital. While my wife slept peacefully, I could bring her with me to the Between, where she could hopefully convelesce much more rapidly and still remain blissfully unaware of what her husband can do. With luck Sarah could be home and completely healed by the next day. But then, upon giving it more thought, I realized that I couldn't do any of those things. Not because I didn't want to- I desperately did- but because doing so would create more questions and give rise to more suspicion. It would draw undue attention to our family and cause more problems than we already had. It would be difficult enough to hide my improved physique from her without having to also explain everything else that had occurred lately. As terrible as it seemed, the right thing to do would be to let Sarah heal as she normally would and follow the natural course of things. During my visits to the hospital I could easily hide the changes I've undergone recently with baggy clothing and I could slowly introduce to her the idea of me working out while she was away- then, when she finally did come home, she wouldn't be so surprised to see me looking so differently. I went back downstairs to the living room where I'd left Kelly frozen in the throes of her mega-gasm. I couldn't help but marvel at the position she was in- feet and legs pointed straight upwards, arms splayed out and rigid, tummy and ass clenched, eyes tightly closed and lips drawn to a thin line... the poor girl looked for all the world like a human dart which had been shot into our living room's carpeting. A comical sight under normal circumstances, but a distressing one since I knew that, as soon as I re-entered Normal Time, she might injure herself next. I pulled every pillow from around the house and laid them underneath her so that they would soften her fall once she came back down. I also got a strong hold of her legs for good measure. Once I was sure that my daughter's immediate safety had been seen to, I flipped back to Normal Time and held on tightly. Kelly's body, if it was possible, went even more rigid as her nervous system overloaded every circuit in her body. Even her skin seemed to vibrate with barely-contained energy as I held onto her for dear life while several involuntary convulsions wracked her small body. Seconds later, however, she passed out and went completely limp and almost dropped from my hold. But I didn't lose my grip and gently laid her back down in something slightly resembling the position she'd been in before all of this. I placed her legs on the sofa cushions and knelt beside her, to make sure she was still breathing. Her nostrils flared slowly, which was a relief to see, but she didn't respond when I called her name. I softly tapped her cheeks with the back of my hand, trying to rouse her, until her eyes finally began to flutter open. Discovery of the Moment Ch. 05 Author's note: This chapter has absolutely no sex in it and is entirely story-driven. That said, the events which occur in this chapter are pivotal and important to the overall outcome. I have thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated all of the feedback and comments sent to me thus far. All of you have done a credible job of inspiring me to continue with this storyline. I shall do my utmost to give you the best that I can as long as you continue to keep a dialogue with me and let me know how I'm doing. Please vote and keep the feedback coming! ----------------------------- Woe! Lament! Heartbreak! If a soul could speak, these are the words that mine would have uttered on Monday, August 22nd, 2007. My wife, my lovely woman and vibrant friend and the other half of my heart, is gone. Never again will she be by my side, act as my guide and refuge when I know not where to go or what to do. I saw my love, the mother of my only child, expire from this world and move on to the Next with my own two eyes and, as you might expect, I broke completely in two. The day after my sordid and completely sinful day with Kelly, fullfilling her tawdry fantasy, I awoke in my bed. Again, Kelly was peacefully asleep next to me, breathing quietly as dawn's early rays began to fill the room. After our tryst the day before, she allowed me to recover and relax from my exertions while she puttered around the house and cleaned up almost a week's worth of my mess. In truth, there wasn't much to clean up since I had kept after myself while I was Between, but there were some odds and ends that needed looking to while I slept. And, true to her word, she respected my wishes about having sex in the bed that Sarah and I shared- when she crawled into bed with me late that night, she didn't lay a hand on me except to gently kiss me goodnight on my forehead and thank me again for making her dream come true. After that, though, she curled up next to me and went blissfully to sleep while I did the same. My time in the Between had been long indeed, as I said almost a week, but it had taken its toll on me. I wasn't necessarily tired, per se, but coming back to Normal Time, it seemed, took some adjustment on my part. My mind, I guess, had become accustomed to being in a perfectly still and quiet world and, when I came back to Normal Time, all the movement and activity of the outside world sort of taxed my mind a bit. My body was as fit as ever and I felt supremely better than I had in my entire life, but I was mentally drained and could think of nothing but sleep after I'd taken a nice, hot, long shower. It was strange, I must say, to work it out in my head that, while a week had passed for me, it had only been less than an hour for everyone else on Earth. Perhaps there's some sort of strange time-dilation effect that occurs on a mental level, like my bioligical clock needed to be reset before I could truly reintegrate with the rest of the world. I'm not entirely sure, but I was definitely keen on getting as much rest as I humanly could, almost like having jet lag. So I slept all that night and woke up early the next morning, feeling much better and more aware of my surroundings. The most amazing thing, though, was a change that I hadn't even really paid much attention to at the time: I'd quit smoking. It wasn't an act of will to quit, either. I just... quit wanting them and they never entered my mind anymore, like I'd somehow forgotten that I ever smoked at all. I glanced at the alarm clock next to me, sitting quietly and inobtrusively on the night stand table, and saw that it was only just after 6 AM. I'd gone to bed sometime around 6 PM the day before and enjoyed a deep, dreamless sleep. When I woke, however, my body began to send signals to my brain that could not be denied: bladder relief and hunger clamored in my head loudly, screaming for attention and priority. Not wanting to make a mess of things, I ambled into the master bathroom, leaving my beautiful and sultry daughter lifelessly asleep in bed, and did my first order of business. When I emerged, I regarded the messy bed in which I'd just left. Kelly was still in it, but she'd kicked off the covers to reveal a blessedly naked body. In that morning light Kelly glowed like a beacon and I felt such incredible pride for this amazing creature that Sarah and I had brought into this crazy world. So adorable in her slumber was she that I could not bring myself to wake her. Instead I quietly left the bedroom, not even bothering to get dressed (I was completely naked, too), and went downstairs to see if I could rustle up some breakfast. My stomach, it seemed, had begun to speak to me not just in one clear language, but in several- it would not be denied any longer. While both Sarah and Kelly are masters in the kitchen, I'm no slouch, either. Over the course of the next fifteen minutes I had constructed a rather impressive meal of pancakes, eggs, bacon, freshly-squeezed orange juice and the coffee was well on its way to percolating, sending out its odiferous siren song throughout the house. As I cooked, I happily grazed and nibbled on the bacon until Kelly came into the kitchen, still naked, her hair a mess and somewhat slouched over. As she slowly made her way towards me, I could see that she walked with a slight limp. She approached me and hugged me tightly. "G'morning, Daddy," she said sleepily. She looked past my shoulder and saw the food behind me on the counter. "Mmmm," she cooed, "that looks good. But there sure is a lot of it." I chuckled as I returned the embrace, enjoying the feeling of my daughter's soft skin beneath my hands. "What can I say, honey? I'm hungry. Your old man worked up one hell of an appetite yesterday. This is the first real meal I've had in almost a week, y'know?" Kelly released me from the hug and stood back looking a little surprised. "Oh, wow," she said. "That's right. From your perspective, you've been gone a long time. I'm sorry, Dad. I should've prepared something for you last night." I smiled down at her sweetly and said, "It's okay, Kelly. Last night I was more tired than I was hungry. I doubt I would've had the energy to wait. But now?" I turned and picked up the plate of eggs and bacon and handed them to her. "I could eat a bear." Kelly held up the plate of bacon. "Will a pig do?" "In a pinch," I said. Kelly took a step back and gave a long, low whistle as she surveyed my body. "Wow, Dad, you really DID shape up, didn't you? I mean, look at you: you've got six-pack abs. I don't think I've ever seen you in better shape." She raised a hand to feel my left pectoral muscle and nodded appreciatively. I just stood there as she examined my new physique, feeling a little self-conscious about it, but willing to let her admire for a minute. "Nice tone and definition, Dad. Seriously. There's guys my age who would kill to have a bod like yours." She gave me a stern look and added, "Now don't you dare lose that. Keep working out and eat lots of protein. Take it from someone who knows: if you let yourself go now, everything will be ten times worse and you'll gain more weight than before." I gave her a lopsided smile and said, "Sweetheart, if I didn't know better, I'd think that you want me to stay like this for selfish reasons." "Oh, I most definitely do!" she said with unabashed honesty. "I mean, Dad, girls DREAM of finding a guy like you. Wise, honest, kind, strong, well-built, dependable, caring, handsome... Dad, you are, officially, a hottie. And when Mom sees the new you, well... lucky Mom. And, until she does, hell, lucky me!" I gave my daughter a quick kiss on her forehead in thanks and then grabbed the stack of pancakes. After we set the table, I started to fill my plate up with food and said, "I notice you've got a bit of a limp. Are you okay?" Kelly blushed slightly, a sly grin emerging on her full lips. "I'm fine. I just got a bit of a charlie horse yesterday. Being in that position for so long is something that I wasn't really used to. I've worked most of it out, but I am still a little sore." "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby," I started to say, but she cut me off. "Don't be, Dad," she said quickly. "Listen, that was, hands down, the most incredible thing I've ever done in my life and I wouldn't give up a second of it. It's no big deal, really. I've had charlie horses before. And really, Dad, it's not like you were overly rough on me. I mean, of all the ways that I could have gotten a charlie horse, that's the best a girl could hope for. So don't worry about it. I'll be fine." She flashed a bright, supportive smile at me and all I could do was smile back. From that point on, we ate in relative silence, the only sound to fill the room being the clink of our forks on our plates. How this amazing creature managed to exude so much care-free confidence and joy was (and still is) a matter of great awe to me. As our plates became increasingly emptier, Kelly asked me what my plans were for the day. "Well," I said between bites, "I expect that I'll go visit with your mother some and then get on the phone with our lawyers and insurance company to make sure that everything is taken care of for her." "Can I go?" I shrugged. "Well, sure. I don't see why not. I think your mother would appreciate having both of us there. For once we get to mother-hen her instead of the other way around." Kelly nodded in agreement. Over the years, whenever Kelly or I had gotten sick, Sarah had always been the one to look after us with absolute care. Even if she, herself, was sick, she'd always made sure that we were comfortable. Blankets when we needed them, warm meals, prescriptions- the necessities were always provided by Sarah and she seemed to take it as a personal stake of duty. We'd sometimes protest, saying that we could manage on our own, most especially when she was sick, too, but she always insisted and often seemed offended if we protested too much. Now, however, the shoe was on the other foot. She was the one who needed our help the most and, by God, she was going to get it, whether she liked it or not. Kelly and I ate our breakfasts quickly and got dressed (in our own rooms). Both of us had put on some casual clothes, blue jeans and the like, but I had made quite sure to cover up my torso as much as possible. During my time in Between, I had done quite a bit of working out and it now showed very clearly in certain types of clothing, so I had chosen to wear a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a button-down shirt (unbuttoned, of course). Kelly, however, was dressed as well as ever to show off her incredible curves without showing off too much skin- tight blue jeans, a tank top and a form-fitting button-down green camisole with ankle-high hiking boots. As we met in the foyer, Kelly giggled a little at how dressed-down I was, joking at how "poor Daddy has to cover up the fact that he's now a hunk." When we got to Sarah's hospital room, my wife seemed fit to be tied. She absolutely loved it that both her husband and her daughter were there to visit with her. Her color was good and she seemed like she was more than ready to get out of that damned hospital bed. "It's just so boring here!" Sarah complained as she waved her hands wildly. "There's absolutely nothing to do here except watch TV and wait for the nurse to come in and check on me. Bitches. They don't even stay around long enough to carry on a decent conversation." I gave my wife a reproachful look. "Now, honey, don't be mean. You're not the only patient here, you know..." Sarah huffed in exasperation. "Oh, I know. I just get lonely here sometimes. I feel so... useless, like I've forgotten that there's something important that I need to do. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've crawled out of this damned bed just to pace around the room a little bit. And, of course," she added drily, "every time I do, some nurse walks in and tells me to get back into bed. They won't even let me walk around for Christ's sake!" "Honey," I said soothingly, "these people know what they're doing. If they tell you to get back into bed, it's for your own good. I mean, you were shot just two days ago. Don't push yourself so hard, okay?" Sarah waved me off dismissively. "Well, it's a moot point now," she said. "I've had a small headache in the last hour that's done nothing but get worse. I'm not sure I could get out of bed now without getting dizzy and passing out." I sat up promptly at that. "Have you told a nurse about that?" I asked with concern. Sarah made a face of distaste. "No. They'd just go tell a doctor and start testing me all over again. I'm tired of those damned tests. All I want to do is get out of here and get back to my life." I frowned at that. My wife, what for all her fire and inner strength, wasn't normally one to ignore her own health. I stood up. "I'm going to go get a nurse and let them know about this." Sarah started to protest, but thought better of it when I gave her a stern look and she snapped her mouth shut, fixing me with a gloomy, thin-lipped stare. Suddenly, she frowned and her hand quickly went to her forehead, indicating that the headache was indeed getting worse. She blinked a couple of times, as though to clear her vision some. "Okay," she said with some trouble. "Go get the nurse." "I'll keep her company, Dad," Kelly said calmly, but I could already see the alarm in her eyes. She knew that something was wrong, too. She scooted her chair closer to my wife's bed and smiled sweetly at her. As I began to walk hurriedly out of the room, I heard Kelly try to start a breezy conversation with her mother. Now I was extremely worried, but I couldn't quite figure out why. Headaches are common enough, not normally something to get worked up about. Perhaps it was the increasing intensity of them that bothered me, but something about the fact that she had a headache at all, even though she had a Morphine drip, seemed just wrong. I got to the end of the hallway, almost to the nurse's station when I heard my daughter cry out in alarm. I quickly ran to the nurse's station and told the young woman sitting at the desk to come to my wife's room, that something was wrong. I didn't wait around for questions and went back to Sarah's room at a full run. By the time I got there, Kelly was frantic. The heart monitor whined shrilly, signifying that my wife's heart was no longer beating. She was leaning over her mother and crying out, "Mom? Mom! What's wrong, Mom! Talk to me! Mom!" When she heard me come back into the room, the look on her face was one of utter terror. I could see, just past her shoulder, that Sarah's eyes had rolled back up into her skull and that she was shaking uncontrollably, lost in a fit of some sort as her body was wracked with convulsions. Blood poured out of her nose at an alarming rate, some of which got into Kelly's hands. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?!" Kelly screamed. I immediately went to my wife's side and grabbed one of her hands as it flopped uselessly of its own accord. "Sarah? Sarah! Can you hear me?" I glanced at Kelly. "What the hell happened?" Kelly's eyes were wide with fear. "I don't know!" she cried, tears already forming in her eyes. "I don't know! One second we were talking about you and, then, the next second she was like this. Dad, help her!" At that precise moment, two nurses and a doctor came into the room, followed by an orderly coming after them with a crash-cart. I pulled Kelly away from Sarah's violently shaking body and held her tight as the medical staff sent themselves into a flurry of activity. "BP's crashing, respiration ragged," the doctor announced as he held a stethescope to my wife's chest. He stood up quickly, dropping the instrument from his ears and looking pale-faced. "Full cardiac arrest! We've got to defib NOW!" he barked at the orderly, who was already plugging the machine into the wall while the two nurses pulled out trays of various liquids. "Ten CC's of adrenaline push prepped," one of the nurses announced. She grabbed a syrenge and, with amazing alacrity, filled it with a clear fluid and set it aside on the table. The needle looked both impossibly long and nasty. "Let's pray that we don't have to use it just yet," the doctor said. He produced a pen-light and peeled back one of my wife's eyelids. Her eyes were still rolled back in her head and he manually rolled one of them with his finger so that he could check the pupil dilation. "Fully dilated," he called as he literally ripped open the front of her gown. "She's not responding. Crank it up to 400," he ordered as the other nurse handed him the defibrilator paddles. He held them up for her to smear some sort of gel on them, turned to look at my wife and shouted, "CLEAR!" As he placed the paddles on my wife's chest, I heard the machine squeal loudly and then there was an immense THUMP as my wife's body jerked upward of its own volition. The heart monitor bleeped once loudly, seemed to half-start on its own, and then went back to its evil whine of alarm. One of the nurses pushed in to place a pump over Sarah's mouth and began to squeeze it repeatedly, forcing air into her lungs. The doctor glanced up at us and asked what had happened. "She complained of a headache, that it was getting worse and it looked like she couldn't see straight. I was going to get a nurse when I heard my daughter scream," I answered without hesitation. The doctor then glanced at Kelly, waiting for the rest of the story. Kelly stuttered for a second and then spit out, "I-I-I don't know. She just went into convulsions for no reason at all and the- then the blood. No warning. Just... oh, Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with her?!" She turned into me and began to sob uncontrollably into my shoulder. I held her there as I looked questioningly at the doctor. "A headache?" the doctor prompted me. "You're absolutely certain that it was a headache? No tightness in the chest, shortness of breath?" I simply nodded in reply, trying my best to console my daughter as Sarah lay on the bed, unresponsive and lifeless. I silently thanked God that the convulsions had at least stopped. The doctor then turned to the other nurse. "Get Turkin, stat. And Goyle. I want her in CAT five minutes ago!" As she ran out of the room, he grabbed the syringe filled with adrenaline and, without ceremony, shoved it to the hilt into my wife's chest, right into her heart, and sent the plunger home. He stared at her for a long moment and then got a far-away look in his eyes. "She should've responded by now," he said hollowly. The nurse who was forcing air into my wife's lungs didn't stop what she was doing, however. "Moooooooom!" Kelly howled when she heard that. She started to reach for her mother, but I held her back, not wanting her to get in the way of the doctor and his staff. "Get her out of here!" the doctor bellowed. "NOW!" I hurried my sobbing Kelly out of the room, almost dragging her, and refused to look over my shoulder as I heard the doctor say, "Crank it up to 500, I wanna try it one more time." When I got Kelly out of the room and into the hallway, she was already crying her heart out. I felt tears welling up in my own eyes, too, but did my best to hold them back, trying to focus my attention on my frightened daughter. "Noooo!" Kelly howled into my chest as I held her close. "She's NOT dead! NO!" She pounded on my chest forcefully in protest at what she already knew was the truth. There was absolutely no denying the fact that, at that moment, my wife was dead. Damn me, I couldn't think of anything to say or do. All I could do was hold onto my daughter for dear life, helpless to change anything and feeling totally powerless. I was scared for my wife, for my daughter and for myself, frightened out of my mind and at a loss for any explanation as to what had gone so horribly wrong in such a short amount of time. Discovery of the Moment Ch. 05 Seconds later, two more orderlies pushing a gurney came barrelling down the hallway and shot right past us into the room. We heard a few seconds of commotion in there and then my wife's body was wheeled out of the room so fast that I barely even saw it. The nurse was still squeezing the pump as she ran along with the gurney and the doctor was talking furtively into a cell phone. And, just like that, they were all gone out of sight as they rounded a corner. I continued to try and console my wailing daughter there in the hallway, stroking her hair gently, when the doctor came back to us, looking for all the world like the weight of Atlas's burden was on his own shoulders now. The doctor, his nametag read "Harper", approached us and waited patiently for us to collect our wits. "Your wife," he started, "seems to have suffered a radical cardiac arrest, but the headache is what's got me bothered. I don't think it was a normal heart attack." "Well what is it, then?" I asked pointedly. "Is she going to be okay?" Doctor Harper looked, at that moment, like he was made of granite. "At this point, I can't honestly say for certain, but I believe she threw a blood clot. Gunshot victims sometimes do that. Blood can congeal or clot inside an artery, which blocks off blood supply to the brain. That would explain the headache. When the clot breaks free, though, it can act like a cannon ball inside the brain, if that's where it's headed. The blood vessels in the brain are very small and fragile. If a clot gets up there, it can cause a rupture, what we call an aneurysm. When that happens, the brain starts to automatically shut down systems in the body, as a sort of defense mechanism, first among them, the pulmonary system. The brain literally induces a heart attack in order to lower the blood pressure as quickly as possible." "So what can be done?" I asked. "Is this... can you fix it?" Harper shook his head. "I can't, no. But I've sent her to the operating room for an emergency operation and Doctor Turkin is prepping, as we speak, to work on your wife. He is an extremely talented and well-trained neurosurgeon and, with any luck, he'll be able to save your wife's life." Harper glanced down at the floor for a second and then looked back up at me with real pain in his eyes. "Mr. Baker, the chances aren't good. In cases like this, there's almost no warning and treatment doesn't always work. A patient can die within seconds when something like this occurs and there's very little that anyone can do if the damage is too severe. You need to accept the strong possibility that your wife is not going to survive. Doctor Turkin will do everything in his power, but short of turning back the hands of time, there's not much that can be done now. I'm very, very sorry, Mr. Baker. I wish I could tell you better news." Kelly tightened her grip on me as she mewled like a hurt kitten. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity and then, suddenly, something within me snapped. "NO!" I growled low in my throat. I fixed my eyes on Doctor Harper, a cold hard gaze of outrage and unspoken power. "Where is she?" I demanded flatly. "Mr. Baker, there really isn't anything that you can-" I let go of my daughter and rushed towards the doctor, grabbed him by the lapels of his lab coat and snarled as I lifted him up in the air, his back flat against the wall, "If you don't tell me where my wife is RIGHT NOW I will break you in ways that you haven't even begun to imagine. Look in my eyes and tell me I don't mean it." Harper, completely caught off guard by my sudden move, looked into my eyes as he'd been told. I dare not describe what he might've seen within my gaze, but whatever it was had been enough to make him go pale as a sheet. "Second floor, O.R. 6," he answered without hesitation. I let him go without another word. I turned to Kelly, grabbed her wrist and went Between right there in the hallway. Kelly immediately gasped, fully aware of what I'd just done. "Dad," she exclaimed as I started to drag her down the hallway, "you just-" "I know!" I said gruffly. "And, frankly, I don't give a fuck right now. C'mon!" I made a bee-line for the stairs, knowing that the elevators would not work for us, and Kelly was right on my heels. As I kicked the door to the stairwell open, Kelly asked me what I planned on doing. I didn't answer her and just kept moving, my mind focused like an arrow and guiding me forward almost past the limits of my will. When we reached the second floor, I threw the door open and charged down the hallways until, finally, I found Operating Room #6. Kelly, the whole time, followed me, trying to get some sort of verbal response, but I never answered her. When we got to the O.R., I went in and stalked right past the frozen medical staff who were already crowded around my wife's lifeless body. I was gratified to see that Sarah hadn't yet been cut open, nor did she have any medical devices attached to her. I didn't say anything as I grabbed Kelly's wrist again, laid my other hand on Sarah's shoulder and then double-flipped us so that now the whole family was in the Between. I leaned over my wife's body, looking for any sign of life no matter how insignificant, and said, "C'mon, Sarah. C'mon..." "Dad?" Kelly said cautiously, not sure of herself right then or what I was trying to accomplish. "Dad? What're you doing?" I glanced at my daughter, who looked for all the world like a deer caught in headlights, and simply said, "My shoulder. Remember my shoulder? How it healed so quickly here, in the Between? Maybe the same thing will happen for Sarah. Maybe I can bring her back." I turned around to look at my empty shell of a wife again. "Come ON, Sarah! Come ON!" Kelly carefully approached me and laid a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Dad," she began, "Dad, I... I don't think..." "Shut up!" I snarled without looking at her and shrugged off her hand unceremoniously. "Shut up and don't you say it! She can heal, dammit. She can HEAL!" "Dad..." Kelly said again, this time in a small, gentle voice, "she's gone." "NO!" I shouted. "No! She... it'll fix her," I cried desperately. "It'll fix her like it fixed me! COME ON, SARAH, GODDAMN YOU! DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING LEAVE US ALONE! HEAL!" "Don't do this, Daddy," Kelly sobbed. "Please don't. Please! Just... just let her go, Dad. She's... oh, God, she's gone." I spun around to glare at my daughter angrily and unthinkingly said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The words had such a powerful effect on my daughter that it had been like slap to her face. She physically winced at my accusation and just stared at me in total, dumbfounded silence. She brought her hands to her tear-streaked face as she sobbed even harder and turned on her heels to leave. On her way out of the O.R., she stopped long enough to say, "I loved her, too." I watched my daughter go, crying her eyes out and felt utterly ruined. What had I been thinking? How could I have said such a terrible, hateful thing? I turned to regard my wife once more. Nothing about her had changed in the slightest. Her face was still a pale, blank slate, locked in a grimace of agony with blood drying at the corners of her mouth. I looked at her for a long, long time, praying that the Between would do for her what it did for me. After almost ten minutes, however, I finally had to accept the Truth: my wife was good and truly gone and nothing, not even the Between, could bring her back. Gone forever, never to return. I lovingly, reverently held her hand and cried there, in a frozen world, until I could do nothing but sob with dry tear ducts. My heart was completely and totally broken and I felt more alone than I ever had in my entire life. I never heard her come back in, but I felt Kelly's hand once again on my shoulder. I looked up at her with red, swollen eyes. "I'm sorry, Kelly. I'm so, so sorry. I never should have said that." My daughter offered me a wan, pained smile of reassurance and placed a loving palm on my cheek. "It's okay, Dad," she said quietly. "It's okay. I understand." "She's gone," I bleakly said, finally accepting it. Kelly nodded slowly and choked on her own sorrow. "Yes, Dad. She is." I grabbed her in a tight hug and held on as we both cried next to my wife's body for an unknown amount of time. Finally, when we were both completely cried out, we left the room, walked into the hallway and I took us both back to Normal Time. --------------------------------------------------------------------- We held the funeral for my wife four days later. Dozens of family members and friends were there to say their goodbyes to Sarah and to offer their condolences to Kelly and me. For those four days, and most especially on the day of the funeral, I felt like I was walking through a thick fog of unreality. Kelly, my poor and stricken daughter, was unconsolable the entire time and I, when I had my few moments of clarity, was simply dazed and numb. Sarah's sister Katherine, who lived just an hour away and was easily as emotionally strong as my wife, was an immense help during those four terrible days and somehow managed to pull me along while we put the burial plans into motion. It all seemed like a blur to me. To this day, I can't really account for everything that happened or was said, but when my lovely, dear wife's body was finally laid to rest, a strange sort of calm swept over me. When I finally faced the reality that she was gone, my spine straightened out and, suddenly, my only real concern was for my grieving daughter. Kelly took it so terribly hard. All of the joy and strength seemed to have just evaporated out of her, leaving her for that time in a state which only barely resembled her true self. But during all of it, she never was too far from me. I tried my best to be strong, for her sake, and not suffer another break down. When I needed a few moments alone to myself, I could always sense that Kelly was never far away, just on the other side of the wall and quietly watching over me, ready to give me support if I needed it. I gather that she was worried that I might go away, too, and leave her all alone. There were times when I caught her standing in a room, just standing there and staring off into space, and I would go to her, hug her tightly and try my best to assure her that we'd get through this, that we'd somehow manage to get along by ourselves. She didn't talk much, but she said ever so much with her actions. She felt alone, scared and, most touchingly of all, worried about how I was doing. Sometimes she came to me and would just hold me tight, telling me that she loved me. And in those moments when she would embrace me, those fleeting moments, I sometimes felt okay, like losing my best friend, lover and wife wasn't really the end of the world. Slowly, over time, Kelly and I learned how to move forward in life without Sarah there. For a while we both met regularly with a psychologist, who had been provided to us by Sarah's mother, and we were able to get past our feelings of loss. Eventually, we succumbed to the fact that, despite the pain of losing someone we love, Life does indeed go on. And, not surprisingly, we became each others' bedrock of support, always there to help the other up when depression seemed like it would overtake us. A week before school started back up, Kelly decided that she wanted to finish out her Senior year at home, with home schooling. The psychologist we met with actually supported this idea and explained that it was perfectly normal, that Kelly was, in some way, trying to compensate for the loss of her mother by actively trying to take on some of her mother's duties as the woman of the house. In order to do that, she would have to stay home and doing home schooling was the best way to achieve both goals of finishing her education AND assuming her mother's role as lady of the house. Little did the good mental doctor know, but Kelly had also taken to sleeping in the bed with me every night since the funeral. We never made love or had anything close to sexual contact of any kind, but she had taken up her mother's place in my life in more ways than one. My daughter, in her own need to never lose the memory of her mother, had defaulted to being my companion in Life as well as in my bed. ---------------------------------- I, too, made some significant changes in my life once I had finally gotten back to it. I quit my job. It wasn't exactly the hardest decision for me to make, really. I'd become disenchanted with the job years ago and had only stuck with it for the sake of my family. It offered a good benefits package and, as a family man, I couldn't have turned that down in good conscience. But now that Sarah was gone and Kelly seemed to be well on her way towards independence, I decided that I just didn't want to do it anymore. My soul had been drained enough with the loss of my wife and I just couldn't bear to work another day in that dreary radio station ever again. The station manager, naturally, wasn't too pleased with my sudden announcement, but it wasn't like he could keep me there against my will. They gave me an extremely generous severance package even though they didn't need to and offered to rehire me in a hot second if I ever changed my mind. Even though I knew I never would go back, I was at least gracious enough to say that I'd keep it in mind. But I had made my decision and it was final. Kelly and I both needed to move on, to take our lives in a different direction. We couldn't continue to stay in this holding pattern of depression, constantly being reminded of our loss, so I set my mind to figuring out a way for us to make a change without growing apart. A Plan had begun to form in my mind, one that I felt I could live with and possibly even enjoy. Working at the radio station, however, didn't fit into that plan at all. Working ANY normal job, actually, would simply get in the way. On the way home, I thought long and hard about what I was going to do and how I was going to it. I even made a stop on the way to see if I could actually do what I had in mind and make it work. I wasn't surprised to find out that, yes, my Plan was definitely worth pursuing. The biggest challenge, though, would be getting Kelly to accept and understand it. I got home from my last day at work and found Kelly sitting in the living room, watching TV. When I told her the news, she seemed even less enthused than my boss had been. She shut the TV off and looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "WHY would you do that, Dad?" she asked. "With Mom gone and you jobless, how in the hell are we going to pay the bills? For crying out loud, Dad, you're thirty-eight years old. Finding another job like that is just... it's crazy!" I knew that she would say something like that and was ready for it. "Kelly, I'm not going to look for another job. I'm retiring early. Look, if you're worried about money, don't be. First, there's the money we're getting from Sarah's life insurance policy. That's five-hundred thousand dollars, which can easily carry us for quite a few years. Also, there's money all over the place, just waiting for me to simply pick it up whenever I want it." Kelly's eyebrows knit in complete confusion. "What in the hell are you talking about?" "The Between," I said calmly. "With my ability to go Between, the world is my personal ATM, don't you realize that? A hundred bucks here and there, in places that aren't even related to each other... I could literally pick up ten thousand dollars a day, in cash, and no one would hardly notice. Hell, Kelly, I could knock over a bank and not even trip the alarms." I, of course, wouldn't actually rob a bank, but the delivery of the line and the smug look on my face when I said it felt amazingly good. My daughter's mouth dropped into a perfect "O" of shock and disbelief. "Have you lost your fucking MIND!?" she cried as she stood up from the sofa. "Dad, you're... that's STEALING!" "So what?" I said with an indifferent shrug, knowing that I had Kelly completely turned around now. "Businesses do it all the time. So does the government. The mafia's been doing it for centuries. The key to making money is to exploit your talents and put them to work for you. We both know what my only real talent is and, frankly, this is the best way I think I can make it work for me. For us." "But, Dad, it's... it's wrong!" Kelly said with disgust. "Wrong?" I retorted. "Wrong!? Coming from the woman who asked her FATHER to fill her pussy with his cum, the notion of right and wrong... well, not to put too fine a point on it, Kelly, but it rings a little hollow." "I don't believe I'm hearing this from you!" she cried in exasperation. "Who the hell ARE you?" "I'm the same guy I've always been, Kelly. And I'm tired. I'm tired of the rat-race. I'm tired of chasing my own tail, just to keep us afloat. I'm tired of waking up every morning to go to a job that I hate. I'm tired of feeling like I've always got to catch up. I'm tired of mourning my wife. And I'm tired of feeling helpless to do any good in this world while some boring fucking job takes up all of my time." "So this is your solution?" my daughter challenged. "Just give it all up and become a total crook?" She threw her hands up in the air. "Well why not? Why the fuck not, Dad? Sure. Okay. I guess this is just the next natural step, isn't it? You killed those guys, threatened a doctor to force him to work on Mom, threatened ANOTHER doctor just because he had the temerity to tell you something you didn't like... sure, okay, Dad. Fine. You go out there and take whatever you want. It's not like I can stop you, is it?" "Now you hold on right there, young lady!" I said hotly, pointing a finger at her. "Killing those men was... that was necessary. And I might have threatened to do all kinds of things, but I never did them, did I? Kelly, listen carefully: I will NOT use my ability just to be some low-life crook, okay? I'll only take money from the people who don't deserve it, like drug dealers and real criminals who intend to harm others. Would that put your concerns to rest?" Kelly actually let that one sink in and gave it some serious consideration. "You'd do that?" she asked cautiously. "Sure, I'd do that!" I replied. "I'd do it in a hot second. Listen, honey, I'm not talking about stealing simply for the sake of it, okay? I have absolutely no problems with stealing from cruel people who would only use money to cause more trouble. Hell, I could probably get MORE money out of them than I could from any other source anyway. And if some drug dealer gets killed over having lost a bank roll, well... good riddence. Justice served. If I can make a positive difference in the world AND make us rich, I'd do it every day with a smile on my face." "So, let me get this straight," Kelly began slowly. "You're not talking about walking up to regular, hard-working people and just taking their money?" "Hell no," I said. I reached into my pocket and withdrew a VERY thick roll of hundred-dollar bills. I'd already counted how much was there and it totalled up to sixteen thousand dollars. I held the immense roll of money in the air and explained, "I went down to the docks today, on the way home, and strolled around in the Between until I saw some very nice-looking cars all alone next to a pier. I literally stumbled into a drug deal and, frankly, it wasn't very difficult. These guys were LOADED, too. Very sharply dressed, very discreet, very nasty. Every one of 'em had a gun, which I disposed of. I tell you, Kelly, it was EASIER than taking candy from a baby. By the time I was done with them, they were stark naked, unarmed and broke. And the drugs? I tossed that into the water." Kelly's eyes focused on the large roll of money and her mouth again fell open in total shock and surprise. "Holy fucking shit!" she gasped. "How... how much is there?" Discovery of the Moment Ch. 05 "Sixteen-thousand," I said confidently. I tossed it to her, which she caught easily, and then took off my jacket, which I slung over the back of the sofa. "And that's just the beginning, Kelly. Seriously. With as much crime as there is in this city, I could clean them all out in less than a month and we'd be swimming in millions in no time. A month later, a whole new set of criminals start bringing money in. It's an endless supply of cash, courtesy of the mindless sleeze-bags who have destroyed countless lives. Either they will learn from their losses and stop doing business in this city or they'll keep at it and I'll keep taking their money. No matter how it swings, they lose." Kelly hefted the weight of the money roll and just marveled at it for several long seconds. Finally, though, she looked up at me with a look of concern. "But won't someone notice?" she asked. "I mean, won't someone like the Feds notice that we've got all this money but you've got no job? Won't they start, like, asking questions and stuff? I thought you wanted to AVOID attention." I shook my head. "They can't notice what they can't see, Kelly. That's the beauty of cash. It offers anonymity and buying power. I'm not dumb enough to deposit this in the bank, so the Feds will never know about it unless they physically set eyes on it, which will never, EVER happen. And it's not like the criminals I'm taking this stuff from will file a report with the police, is it? 'Excuse me, officer, but I seem to have misplaced several thousand dollars that was earmarked for a rather large shipment of cocaine.' Never happen." I sat down on the sofa next to my daughter and explained my Plan. "I can use the insurance money to pay our normal bills. I'll just put it in a separate bank account and arrange to have payments like mortgage and utilities paid out of that account automatically. Five-hundred thousand dollars can be stretched a loooooong way, if you handle it correctly, honey. And the Feds won't bat an eye because it's all perfectly legal. Or I can just buy us some land out in the middle of nowhere, build us a small house and get off the grid entirely. We stay low-key out there for as long as we want, keep the cash I get doing this-" I pointed at the wad of money that was still in Kelly's hand- "in a safe and no one is the wiser." I sat back and spread my arms like I'd just brokered the deal of the century. "So... what do you think?" Kelly glanced at the money roll, at me and then back at the money roll. "I think," she said, "I need to show you something." She handed the money roll to me and took several steps back so that she stood in front of the TV. I looked at her blankly, unsure of what she was going to do, and waited patiently. She closed her eyes and, next thing I knew, she was on the other side of the room. "It was only a few seconds, but it's a start," she said quietly. My daughter had gone Between on her own. ----------------------- Author's note: Again, PLEASE vote and make quick use of the feedback button! I may not respond to your comments individually, but I DO pay attention to what y'all have to say! Many thanks and I hope you've enjoyed all that I've produced so far! Discovery of the Moment Ch. 06 Author's note: So far this has been a VERY interesting and fun ride. There will most likely be one or two more chapters after this, but I will soon have to stop writing for reasons that I can't go into. With luck I will be able to, one day, pick back up where I left off. But, for now, I hope you'll enjoy all that I can manage to create. As always, votes and comments are more than welcome- the more, the better! And, now, on with the show... The depression that ensues due to the loss of a loved one is truly extraordinary. It can leave a person, for a time, in a state which is like a shadow of their former self. Anger, denial, doubt, fear, anguish... all of these things are intensely felt while grieving, to this I can personally attest. But there is something amazing that happens if one can come out the other side of such an abyssmal ordeal. Strength, fortitude, courage, faith and even freedom can fill the afflicted up like the coolest waters filling an empty vessel. The key to surviving, as you might guess, lies solely in the love of those who are left behind. Kelly and I had each other to look after when Sarah was gone from our lives. And despite our tryst as lovers, it was the love of a father and daughter that saw us through. There is nothing more powerful or more enriching than knowing that the person you can depend upon most is there, depending on you. My daughter and I relied upon each other for support and strength, for each others' sake, and that is what saved us in the end. The thing which was the catalyst for me, however, was when Kelly revealed to me the discovery of her own ability to side-step Time. It was such a bold, risky move on her part that I could do nothing but feel intense pride in her, as her father. I know, in the very depths of my being, that she didn't show me what she could do in an effort to brag or preen in any way. She did so because she realized that I had found a personal Mission in life and she wanted to help me. She wanted to participate and support me and contribute something good to the world around her. She had taken up my banner at my side and, without actually saying so in words, declared her determination to join me. Her choice was selfless and endearing, for now I knew that I would not have to go through Life alone anymore. Sarah, my lovely wife, may be gone, but part of her lives on in our incredible daughter Kelly. She would pick up where her mother left off and do so proudly and without fear. After her astonishing display I had decided that I needed some time to myself, to think things through for a bit. I politely excused myself so that I could retire the shower and Kelly volunteered to make dinner while I cleaned up. While I stood in that hot shower, in some way washing away all the pains and ills which had plagued me since Sarah's death, I bent my mind towards what we would do next. I wasn't foolish enough to think that we could immediately set out to become vigilantes, striking at the heart of the criminal element like a couple of half-baked comic book heroes. We needed to plan, to understand our enemy, to consider our options and figure out how to safeguard ourselves completely. And that last point of business was the sticking point in my mind: how would we protect ourselves against discovery and possible trouble in the future? How could we ensure our safety? I stepped out of the shower, turned off the water and turned to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. Staring back at me was a man who seemed like he'd just woken from a deep coma. I had bags under my eyes and looked completely bedraggled. Inwardly, though, I felt as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I felt stronger and more in control than I had in years. I tried to filter out the physical flaws I saw in my face, the lines of worry and the paleness which had come from having stayed indoors with depression for far too long, for three months solid, and peered deeply into my own eyes. And there, like seeing an old friend, I saw the flicker of passion and the fire of self-possession. I grabbed a hand towel and swiped the fog away from the mirror to get a better look at my own face, to see if I could peer deeper into my own soul. I can't quite explain it, but the man I had been just before Sarah died seemed to finally look back at me and the color in my skin appeared to miraculously come back. I smiled at the image reflected in the mirror. "Welcome back," I said to it. "You've been gone for far too long." I then set about getting dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a simple tank top and went downstairs to discover that Kelly had made a simple meal of spaghetti and garlic bread. The cooked meat which had been added to the sauce smelled wonderfully inviting as I entered the kitchen. Kelly somehow sensed my arrival and turned to smile at me happily. She too, it seemed, had undergone some sort of mysterious transformation while I had been in the shower. Her shoulders looked more relaxed and the special glow of youth was evident in her smiling face. I was gratified to see that she, too, had dressed down for dinner, wearing a thin-looking white chemise (no bra underneath) and a flowing cotton summer skirt. A quick glance further down revealed that she was barefoot. The male chauvenist in me marvelled at that fact that my daughter had taken on the prototypical role of woman of the house: barefoot in the kitchen, with dinner on the stove. You psychoanalysts out there can jeer all you like, but I felt that my daughter had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment. "Dinner's almost ready, Dad," she said airily and without a note of concern in her voice. "Mind getting some plates for us while I finish up?" "Sure thing, sweetheart," I answered and then set the table while she pulled the garlic bread out of the oven. As we sat down at the table to eat some moments later, with a bottle of red wine between us, I kicked off our conversation. "Okay," I said. "The way I see it, we need to get you trained as much as possible." I picked up the bottle and poured us each a glass of wine to the halfway mark. "Trained?" Kelly asked, looking somewhat perplexed. "In what? Martial arts?" She picked up her glass of wine and held it up in the air, waiting for me to join her in a quick and silent toast. Our glasses clinked gently as we each took a small sip to experience the flavor of it before eating. I shrugged after I swallowed the sip of wine and put my glass back on the table gently. "Martial arts? Sure. It wouldn't hurt, I suppose, but I was thinking more along the lines of your new-found ability. When I had my first real experience with it, I could only do it for a few seconds, too. It took me months to finally get to the point to where I could stay in the Between for indefinite periods of time. I had to learn how to control it and flip at a moment's notice." Kelly blanched slightly at this news. "Months? How many months?" "Well, to be fair, I'm still sort of learning about it. But you've got an edge that I didn't have, honey: someone to help you along and teach you how to focus. And that's the real key with this thing, Kelly. You've got to really learn how to focus your mind. In all honesty, that's the hardest part. But once you get that down, the rest comes pretty easily. And, with practice, it'll get to the point where you won't even really have to think about it anymore. These days I can flip as easily as I would tie my shoelaces." Kelly seemed a bit mollified to hear that, but I could tell that she didn't like the prospect of taking too long just to learn how to go Between when she wanted to. "Do I really need to have the level of control that you do?" she asked. "I mean, why can't we just do what we've been doing? You take me there and bring me back when we're done." I shook my head. "What if we get separated somehow?" I asked reasonably. "It's something that's always been a very major concern of mine, Kelly. It's an element of risk that I'd like to dispose of, and the sooner the better. You know what happens to things if I leave them in the Between. They stay there. As your father, I'd feel safer if I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you could get yourself back to Normal Time if an emergency arose. And in order to get back, you've got to be able to go there on your own." "So what do you propose, Dad?" she asked as she picked up a slice of bread and began to sop up some of the spaghetti sauce on her plate. "You want me to do those meditation exercises you did? I'm not too good at that kind of stuff. It goes against my grain. And what worked for you may not necessarily work for me. Shouldn't we figure out what would work best for me, first?" I gave that some consideration as I took a sip of the wine. "I guess you do have a point there, but as the person who has the most experience with going Between, I think it would be wise to at least follow my counsel." She started to protest a bit, but I held up a calming hand. "Listen," I said patiently, "I know you're ripping and raring to go out there and try to set this world right. I am, too, to be honest. But if we just went out there without a plan, then things might go south real quick. I don't want to put you in jeopardy. You're the only daughter I've got and, not to put too fine a point on it, but I'm not exactly equipped to make another. I don't want to lose you to some stupid mistake on either of our parts. What we're planning to do here is big. And we can't have ANY slip-ups. We've got to become absolute pros at covering our tracks, leaving behind not a single clue of our presence and generally being invisible. And we can't be invisible just to the criminals we intend to poach. We've got to be invisible to the police, too. And, now that I've had a bit more time to think about it, I'm figuring out that we'll need to pretty much fall off the radar entirely where the U.S. Government is concerned. I mean, what do you think would happen to us if the Feds figured out what we can do?" "They'd slice us up like lab rats," my daughter answered without hesitation. "Right," I said. "They'd poke and prod us and do their damnedest to figure out HOW we do it and then try to apply it to some stupid military strategy." I placed my fork beside my plate and looked at my daughter seriously. "Kelly, we represent a VERY powerful weapon here. We make time irrelevent. And our intentions are noble. But the path to Hell is paved with good intentions, as they say. The purest and noblest of Causes are absolutely worthless if they don't have a solid foundation of planning and safety in place. We need to learn how to act as a TEAM, rather than both of us relying solely on the other." "Dad, I'll always have your back. You know that." "I don't doubt it, honey, but teamwork is more than just knowing that your team mate has your back. It also means knowing that your team mate can do what they're supposed to do without fail. If we get split up, for any reason, no matter how impossible it may seem right now, then we NEED to be able to protect ourselves. And you being able to go Between with a simple thought is worth its weight in gold right now. I will NOT start this little mission of vigilantism until I am absolutely, one-hundred-percent certain that you can hold your own. If the Feds come knocking on our door, both of us has got to be able to flip without a second thought and get to safety. To say nothing of what we'd have to do if someone higher up the criminal food chain figures out that it's US who has been taking their money. And, right now, you can't go Between for more than a few seconds." "The Fold," Kelly blurted. "Huh?" "The Fold," she repeated. "That's what I call it. You call it The Between. I call it The Fold." I blinked owlishly at her for a second, my eyebrows arched high. "Why?" "Well, it seems to me that what we're really doing is folding time and space. We go in one second and come out the next, but we change location, too. If what I've heard in all those sci-fi movies is really true, then what we're doing is folding space-time. Take one end of the string and touch it to the other end of the string, right? Whatever is in the middle is sort of folded until the string is stretched back into a straight line again. Or is my concept of Quantum Mechanics totally fucked?" Again, I blinked at her in surprise. I regained my composure quickly, though, and shook my head. "No," I said, "you've got it pretty much nailed. Wow. I actually studied that shit and couldn't explain it better. Okay, then. 'The Fold' it is." Kelly smiled triumphantly at that, glad to have finally contributed something to our long string of discoveries that was actually useful. "Cool!" Let this be a lesson to you: the best of all science comes from the alacrity of simple thinking. Complexity is for those who have the time to waste on it. And, in truth, empirical study is usually the best kind in any scientific discipline- it's purer and more informed than anything you'll get out of a book. This is why studying physics was always such a joy to me, because it focuses on the things that we can all experience: the physical reality. I found myself, for the hundredth time, wishing dearly that I could somehow share our expanding knowledge of The Fold with the outside world. If not for the personal risk of doing so, I daresay that anything we learn about the nature of the world within The Fold could qualify as the greatest of discoveries that Humanity may ever know. Alas, I could not expose these amazing realizations, at least not yet. My story must suffice, chapter by chapter, as a sort of syllibus from which any and all physicists might learn from. Something new is revealed with every new experience... and the adventures I have shared with my daughter while in The Fold are rich with such experiences indeed. Yes, there's sex. Yes, there's drama. Yes, the very mysteries of Life itself are recounted. But if you get any one thing from these tales, please let it be the knowledge that the world we know is richer than any of us could solely imagine. I looked at my daughter, who seemed quite pleased with herself, and marvelled at how so many things can be wasted on the youth. She had no concept of how important our sojourns into The Fold really were and I, being older and more experienced, could only boggle. Amazing, isn't it? I didn't realize just how deeply I was lost in my thoughts until Kelly called for my attention. "What?" I said dazedly. "I said," she replied, sounding somewhat annoyed that I'd missed it the first time around, "that I think all I need is simple practice. I can concentrate well enough to get into The Fold. The hard part for me is staying there." I nodded sagaciously at that, though I wasn't feeling too wise just then. "Tell me, Kelly. What happens to you when you go into the Betw- The Fold? How do you feel?" "I feel... I dunno. I guess I feel strong, in a weird sort of way. Like I've just gone for a really long run without putting out the physical effort, but still getting that endorphine high, y'know? Totally juiced. And I get so wrapped up in that feeling, the excitement of it, that I just sort of lose my concentration and then, poof, I'm back in Normal Time." "I see," I said. "I felt the same way, when I started out. But the more often I did it, the less excited I felt about it. I guess I became desensitized to it in some way." Kelly nodded in agreement. "That makes sense," she said off-handedly. "The more you get exposed to something, the less it impresses you." "So how many times have you actually gone there?" I asked her. Kelly shrugged. "About a dozen times, I guess. I wasn't really counting." I sat back from the dinner table for a moment, lost in thought and staring off into the distance. Finally I refocused my gaze on my daughter and asked, "You feel like trying something a bit risky?" Kelly, excited though she was to be able to share this amazing gift with her father, became very somber. "How risky are we talking here?" "Well," I said slowly, "we can both go into The Fold at will, right? I can take you there with no trouble at all and no extra concentration. All I have to do to take something or someone with me is just touch it and off I go. I'd like to see if you could do the same thing, starting with small, inanimate objects and working your way up to bigger things. People." "People?" Kelly repeated. "Like who?" "Well, the safest bet would be me, wouldn't it? After all, it's not like it'd be a surprise or anything to me." Kelly picked up her fork and gazed at it for a moment. Suddenly she was gone, along with the fork, and then reappeared next to me. She still held the fork in her hand. "Okay," she said calmly, "that was about ten seconds. I was going to put the fork on your plate just before I came back, but I lost my cool." She walked back over to her side of the table and placed the fork on her plate, her meal temporarily forgotten. She began to look around until her eyes fell on the glass of wine. She picked it up without a word and disappeared once more. This time, when she came back, she was standing beside me and her wine glass was empty. I saw the empty glass and looked up at her with a bemused expression. "I see you emptied it. Felt like celebrating, did you?" I asked with a smirk. She simply smiled back and nodded at my own wine glass, which was now filled to the brim with red wine. "Kinda." I leaned forward to inspect the filled wine glass and saw that there were tiny swirls dancing within the liquid. If I'd have to guess, I suppose that my half-filled glass had exhibited the properties which were typical of all liquids that hadn't been brought into The Fold- it had probably been thick and viscous. When my daughter had added her own wine to my glass and then returned to Normal Time, my wine and hers had comingled into a fuller volume. As I watched this with happy interest, a thought came to me: why did the wine she poured into my glass not stay in The Fold, as most things usually do when they are left there? When I killed those thugs who had shot my wife, I left them in The Fold and there they stayed when I came back to Normal Time. Was there a significant difference between simple wine versus a human body or was something else at play? I decided to test a small theory out on my own then and there. "Hand me your glass, please," I said to Kelly and held my hand out as I stood up from the table. She didn't ask what for and simply handed over her empty glass. I poured some of the wine in my own glass back into hers and went into The Fold immediately. I didn't even pay attention to my frozen daughter as I refilled my glass. Then I stood back and rejoined her in Normal Time, my eyes locked on my once again full wine glass. Much to my surprise, the glass remained full. "What the fuck?" I breathed in mystified doubt. Kelly didn't fully appreciate this new discovery of mine. "What?" she asked. "What were you expecting, Dad?" I put her empty glass back on the table and pointed to my own. "I expected the wine that I poured into my glass while I was in The Fold to disappear, like those thugs did when I left them back there. But it didn't." "So what? Is that important?" I turned to look at my daughter and said, "Hell yes it's important! It means that we have control over things outside of ourselves while we're in The Fold. Every time I took something with me, it disappeared once I came back, right?" Kelly nodded imperceptibly at me. "But this time, the wine came back with me, even though I wasn't touching it. Why?" Kelly looked puzzled. "You're asking me?" I shrugged. "Sure, why not? At this point, your guess is literally as good as mine." Kelly pondered the question for a moment while looking at the glass blankly and then she looked up at me. "Because you expected it to?" she answered feebly. Discovery of the Moment Ch. 06 And, just like that, she had once again left me feeling like a mental midget. Of course! It was so utterly simple that it actually fit. I unconsciously expect any liquid to increase in volume once it's been added to another liquid. It's something that I simply can't reconcile against my earlier life experiences. In the past, when I had accidentally left some inanimate object in The Fold, I had put it down and forgotten about it. When I came back to Normal Time, the item stayed there because I wasn't concentrating on it. I had mistaken my own forgetfulness as a property of The Fold and misunderstood how it really worked! This time I tried it with my own fork. I picked it up, went into The Fold, put it down on the table, and came back to Normal Time while staring at the fork. Sure enough, there it was when I came back. I looked at Kelly again, this time with real confusion on my face. "So what happened to the thugs' corpses?" I asked. "Why did THEY stay behind that night?" Again, Kelly shrugged as though it was beyond her reckoning and suggested, "Maybe it was because you killed them, figured that they were dead and useless and didn't really want them to come back with you." I then thought back to the first time I had sex with Kelly, back in the bathroom. I had cum inside her, went back out into the hallway and THEN re-entered Normal Time. But when I came back, the cum I had deposited within her pussy came back, too. Why? Because I, on a subconscious level, had expected it to. That's what cum does, right? You cum inside a woman and that's where it stays. How could I have missed that? I grabbed Kelly by both shoulders, feeling total exhilliration at this discovery, and said, "Do you have ANY idea how important this is?" Kelly just stared at me, dumbfounded, and shook her head. "It means that we might be able to SEND things into The Fold without actually touching them. Maybe not now, but with enough experience and time, maybe someday in the future we'll learn how." Kelly looked a little skeptical. "But how does that help us?" I smiled wickedly. "It means that we can send things there in times of need. Let's say that someone is pointing a gun at you. All you have to do is look at it, concentrate on it and, then, it's gone. The gunman is disarmed." Then a dark look crossed my features. "I guess that also applies to people, doesn't it?" I fixed my daughter with a most serious gaze as I let go of her shoulders. "Sweetheart, if we ever do unlock the ability to send things into The Fold at will, we must NEVER send people. Not while they're alive, at least." "What?" Kelly asked. "Why not?" "Because that most certainly would be murder." "No it wouldn't," she countered instantly. "They'd just live out the rest of their natural life, locked in The Fold." I considered that for a fraction of a second and then shook my head. "Which might be worse, actually. If it's a bad person, stuck in The Fold between one second and the next, who knows what kind of damage they could cause to the rest of the world? No, sweetheart. We can never send someone there if they're alive. Never." "Oh," she replied quietly, realizing the truth of my statement. "I hadn't thought of that." She looked at the fork I had placed on the table for a few seconds and then said, "What happens if we both go into The Fold but only one of us comes out, leaving the other person behind?" "I don't know, really," I answered. "But I'm willing to bet that, since we both can go in and out on our own, the other would do so when they're ready." Kelly frowned at that. "But what happens in Normal Time, then?" I smiled. For once, this was a simple question that I knew I could answer. "From the outside observer, it would seem like both of us came out of The Fold at the same time. You might have come out ahead of me, but when I eventually came back, it would still be at the same time." "That doesn't make sense... does it?" I shook my head dismissively at her. About this I felt absolutely certain. Einstein's General Theory of Relativity, if it was as iron-clad as we believed, had already dictated the outcome of this experiment on a theoretical level. If you drop a ball from a moving train, the ball will seem like it's falling away from you. If someone watched you drop that ball from outside the train, it would seem like the ball was slowing down before it hit the ground. And if someone were flying over the train when you drop the ball, it would seem like the ball just dropped straight down. The act of dropping the ball happened at the same moment but, depending on the viewer's pespective, the result is slightly different, relative to their position. That's the Theory of Relativity, in a nutshell. But, as I said before, the best science is done empirically. I took my daughter's hand and brought us both into The Fold without a word. Nothing in the room was moving which might have indicated our move to The Fold once it stopped, but we could both tell that we were there from the sudden dead silence of the world around us. Subtle things like the sound of the air conditioner pushing air through the ventillation system and the hum of electricity within the light bulbs around us fell silent. I glanced at my watch, which was working perfectly, and showed it to Kelly. "It's seven-thirty-nine PM," I said. "You go ahead and go back. I'll follow in one minute." Kelly closed her eyes in concentration and, suddenly, she was completely frozen, back in Normal Time. I walked behind her, watched the seconds tick by until a full minute had passed and then joined her in Normal Time. "Boo!" I said in her ear. Kelly spun around to face me, surprised. I showed my watch to her as proof that a minute had gone by. "Holy shit!" she breathed. "That, I have got to say, was totally fucking weird!" I chuckled at her reaction and asked, "Okay, so what happened from your perspective?" "Well," Kelly said uncertainly, "I came back to Normal Time and, poof!, there you were behind me at the exact same moment. No loss in time whatsoever from where I was standing. First you were in front of me and then you were instantaneously behind me." I could barely contain my excitement when I heard that and exclaimed, "Fantastic!" Kelly giggled just a little bit at that and placed a gentle hand on my cheek while looking up at me with loving eyes. "There you are," she said quietly. "I've missed you." She moved forward just a touch and kissed me gently on the lips. When our lips parted I looked down at my daughter in astonishment. "What was that for?" I asked. Kelly turned and started to clear the table. It was obvious, now, that we had lost our interest in eating for the moment. As she busied herself while I watched, she said, "Since Mom died you've been so withdrawn and lifeless... it's just wonderful to see you smile and excited about something again. I was wondering when I'd get my dad back." I helped her clear the table by grabbing some plates and, when I met her at the sink, I placed them on the countertop and gathered my beautiful daughter up in a loving embrace, which she returned as she wrapped her arms around my waist tightly. As I held her there for a few moments, genuinely enjoying her in my arms, I kissed the top of her head and said, "Thank you, honey, for giving me my space and time to heal these last few months. You've been so wonderfully patient, don't think I haven't noticed. I can't honestly say that I'm completely over your mother's death-" "And I wouldn't expect you to be," she interjected. "She meant as much to me as she did to you. We'll both miss her, Dad. But our lives are moving forward again and that has made me very happy." She tightened her hug just a little. "I'll never be able to take her place, Dad, but I'll always try my best to care for you as well as she did. All we have is each other now and seeing you happy makes me feel like things are turning at least a little back to normal." She looked up at me with a sincere smile on her face and I couldn't help but lay another kiss on my daughter's lovely lips. When we parted again, still holding each other in front of the sink, we held each others' bedazzled gaze. How had I gotten so lucky to have such an amazing daughter? I wondered at that in silence and stroked her hair for a few moments. All my cares and concerns, the details of our planned adventures, the hardships of recent months... all of it faded away from my consciousness and my whole world was the incredible young woman I held in my arms at that moment. I smiled again at her and said, "It does feel good, doesn't it?" Kelly nodded without saying a word and again leaned into me for a warming hug. "I've wanted to reach out to you for so long, Dad," her muffled voice said as she held herself tightly to my chest. "I just didn't know if or when it would be the right time to..." She fell silent, not knowing the right words to say, but I understood her meaning. "I'm sorry, honey," I told her. "I've missed you, too. And having you beside me in bed has been a real help. Not once did I feel alone, this whole time. I'd be lying if I said that I haven't thought about us a few times lately, but I didn't feel the time was right yet, either." Kelly looked up at me searchingly. "And now?" I bent my head down and our lips met yet again, this time more deeply and sensually. God, did I miss the taste of my daughter's lips on mine! All at once, my body became inflamed with desire for my daughter's attention. Nothing else in the world mattered, right then, except for being with her again. I felt no shame or remorse as my hands began to seductively slide down her backside and our kiss became more intense. I felt her hands, too, start to explore my body and, when she felt for my groin and the hardness that was contained within my sweats, her hand deftly slipped past the elastic waistband to find my shaft. Already there was a small amount of pre-cum which had dribbled from the head of my penis and she adroitly smeared it around as she slowly stroked me. I moaned throatily and tightened my grip on one of her ass cheeks in response. "God, I want you," I said huskily. Kelly looked up at me, her steel-blue eyes locked onto my own, and slowly kneeled down in front of me, pulling my sweats down along with her. My cock sprang out from its confines right in front of her beautiful face and I watched as she grasped the shaft and started to stroke it lazily. "I want you, too, Daddy," she said as she licked her lips. She then leaned forward just a bit and sucked forcefully on the head for a few seconds, which caused my hips to jerk slightly. Her mouth came off my member with a pop and she said, "I've been waiting for so long for this. I don't think I can wait any more." I gave my daughter an imperceptible nod and watched with lust-filled fascination as she began to give me a most welcome blowjob right there in the kitchen, the dishes and our conversation completely forgotten. I held onto the edge of the countertop in a death-grip with one hand while the other hand gently stroked her hair as she worked over my organ. She didn't go at a fast pace, taking her time as she sucked down as much of my cock as she could into her mouth. Kelly, it seemed, was in no hurry to bring me off and was perfectly content to merely ensure that I would not lose my erection just yet. While one hand held onto my shaft in a gentle but firm grip, she held onto my balls with the other and manipulated them gracefully. She licked and sucked my shaft for a few minutes before standing up, still holding onto my throbbing member, and kissed me hard. Already I could taste my own pre-cum on her lips and tongue. After a few seconds of this, she stepped back and pulled her chemise off herself, allowing her wonderfully full and youthful breasts to bounce free, and dropped it to the floor next to us. I needn't have looked but was not at all surprised to see that her medium-sized nipples were hard as buttons in the open air. With a withering, sultry look on her smooth face, she hooked her fingers around the band of her skirt and pushed it down past her hips, revealing her perfectly shaven and already wet pussy. Once the garment was past her hips, she let it go to slide the rest of the way down her thighs into a pool of cloth at her unshod feet. Now that she was sufficiently nude, she approached and helped me pull my own shirt off with ease. We embraced again, our hands moving wildly over our naked bodies and kissing passionately, for a few moments until her hand once again found my cock. With another firm squeeze, she gasped as one of my fingers lovingly slipped inside her soft, soaking cleft, "I've GOT to have you now, Dad. Please, please take me. Right here, right now." I wordlessly guided her to turn away from me so that she could face the counter, bent her forward and took up my position behind her. I held onto my daughter's hips with one hand as the other gripped my cock at its base. I gently rubbed my oozing cockhead against her moist slit a few times and then carefully began to push it within her incredibly tight folds. With excruciating reserve, I continued to push myself into her small, shaking body until I was mercifully buried to the hilt inside her. I held myself there, not moving, as Kelly quietly gasped in a mini-climax. "Ooooooh, fuck," Kelly moaned. "Welcome home, Dad. This is where you belong." She pushed her ass against me slightly and then moved forward, drawing herself off my cock by only a few inches and then sent her hips crashing back to me forcefully. "I'm so on edge, Dad, so close. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need it so badly!" How could I refuse my only daughter? I grabbed on tightly to each side of her hips and began to rhythmically thrust into Kelly's silken wetness, revelling in the sound of our groins slapping together. My pace remained steady while I wordlessly fucked my tiny baby girl from behind for several minutes and then my hand began to wander across her back, stroking her shoulder blades and the base of her neck. I leaned forward enough so that my mouth was right next to her ear and said, "God, I missed doing this with you, sweetheart." Kelly turned her head just enough to kiss me awkwardly while I continued to pound into her soft pussy. "I miss it, too, Dad. I almost thought that I'd never get to feel you inside me ever again." Her hips rolled when I changed my angle slightly and my daughter cooed appreciatively and bent her head downward. "Oh, yes! Like that!" With my revised angle I was able to push my cock into Kelly more easily and leaned back, again holding onto her hips for dear life. The view, when I looked down, was as exciting as ever. I watched my thick cock slide in and out of her moist lips, mesmerized at the sight of it. Seven inches of my flesh, methodically slipping into her folds and wet with my daughter's pussy juice. Each time with Kelly was just as thrilling and amazing as the first. Just being there, knowing that my daughter was being filled with the same cock that made her, knowing that I was soon going to unleash another large load of cum inside her, was enough to bring me close to the very edge. Kelly squeezed her pussy muscles around my shaft pleasurably each time I pushed inside far enough to fill her completely. And aside from the wonderful sensations her love canal gave me, I thrilled at the feeling each time my cockhead bumped up against her cervix. "You feel so fucking good, Kelly," I told her. "It's just amazing to me that we're doing this. I mean, look at this! Your father is fucking you!" Kelly laughed gaily as she thrust herself back at me, grinding her pussy onto my cock. "I know!" she gasped. "So... do you like fucking me, Dad? Do you like fucking your little girl?" I smacked one of her ass cheeks playfully and answered, "You know that I do, honey." "And do you like cumming inside me? I'm still taking my birth control, but there's still a chance that you could... get me pregnant." She reached under herself to rub her clit with one hand while tugging at a nipple with the other. "Mmmm! Fuck, you feel so good inside me, Daddy!" I felt myself getting closer to the edge at the suggestion that I might get her pregnant and my cock swelled in response. "Would you like that, Kelly? Would you like us to make a baby?" Kelly looked back at me, her eyes locked on mine as I continued to fuck her hard. Then she smiled wickedly, "Maybe one day. But not right now. I'm having too much fun with the way things are. I'm not ready to be a mother just yet, Dad, but someday... maybe someday I'll stop taking those pills and ask you to knock me up." "Ahhh! Fuck!" I growled as my hips spasmed involuntarily at that comment. "What do you think our baby would look like, huh?" "She'd be beautiful!" Kelly exclaimed, her own climax beginning in earnest. "She?" I asked as I picked up my pace. I could feel a tingling sensation in my balls, a sure sign that I was just seconds away from shooting off inside my small, sexy daughter's pussy. "Of course," Kelly gasped again. "Yes! We'd have a beautiful baby girl and, when she was old enough, I'd teach her how to please her dad, just like I'm doing now! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Daddy! I'm gonna cum!" "Me, too, baby!" I groaned. "I'm... almost... there!" I slowed my thrusts down to draw out the exquisite agony just a few seconds longer, feeling my penis thicken even more as I pushed deeply inside her. "Oh, YES!" Kelly cried out. "Yes! Cum inside me! Cum inside me, Daddy! I- AHHHH! FUUUUUCK!" And then, suddenly, I saw nothing but white as my cock erupted inside her tightness. My knees were weak and shaking and my hands had her hips in a death-like grip as I felt myself fire salvo after salvo of sperm into her depths. Both of us wailed incomprehensibly in the throes if ecstacy, nearly gutteral howls of erotic release, while my balls emptied their contents inside her. Kelly's hips bucked uncontrollably and her back arched in response to the wild jolts of sexual energy that ran up and down her spine. All I could do was hold on for dear life as I felt my hips jerk repeatedly with each spasm of orgasmic bliss, my cum filling my daughter's very core and splashing up against the entrance to her womb. After several seconds of this incredible agony I finally fell limp over her back and we both just stood there, my cock still plugging up her pussy, while we fought valiantly to catch our breath. A minute or two later, when our breathing had almost returned to normal, I stood up and slowly withdrew my member from my daughter's cum-filled pussy and watched with morbid delight as my thick, white cum immediately started to run down her inner thighs in rivulets. Kelly stayed where she was, though, and continued to breathe heavily, not yet interested in moving. I reached over her shoulder, grabbed a dish towel and began to lovingly wipe my cum from her exhausted body. The task took a bit longer than I expected as her pussy convulsed slightly in after-shocks every few seconds, which caused more and more of my sperm to spill out of her. I repeatedly dabbed at her well-fucked lips until the convulsions died down altogether and the flow of cum ceased entirely. When I was done, Kelly stood up, turned around and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I gladly, gleefully returned the kiss with as much vigor as I could muster. When the kiss was over, Kelly looked up into my eyes and said, in as tender a voice as I'd ever heard from her, "You have no idea how much that meant to me. Thank you." I kissed her chastely on the lips and said, "Thank you, my dear. You've been a world of good to me and you just keep getting better." That brought a definite smile to my daughter's lips, which pleased me to no end. She grabbed the towel from my hand and knelt down in front of me. First she sucked my softened cock for a few seconds, I presume to get the last dregs of my cum out, and then started to dry me off. When she was done, she tossed the cum-sodden towel behind her into the sink (without looking), stood up and bussed me once more with a quick peck. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower," she informed me. "Wanna join me?" Discovery of the Moment Ch. 06 I smiled easily and said, "Wild horses couldn't keep me away. We'll finish cleaning up in here later." The shower was not at all quick, I'm glad to say. We made love again under the water, a first for both of us, and did so with less fervor. Despite the slippery conditions, our sex in the shower and slow and steady. While our orgasms were still powerfully good, they weren't as explosive as they had been in the kitchen just a short time before. There was something tender and gentle in the way Kelly moved while we were in the shower and I took special note of it. When we were dried off and laying quietly in my bed to recover, I asked her about it. "I don't know," Kelly said thoughtfully. "I guess I just sort of view being in the shower as a really vulnerable place, y'know? Like, we're not just naked, but we're cleansing ourselves, too." "And doing The Dirty in the process," I quipped. Kelly giggled at that, but went on. "Well, yes, that's true, too, but I don't see us having sex as being dirty or anything. I mean, I know there's the taboo element of incest and all, but that's just society's hangups, not mine. For me, having sex with you is... love. And I feel it, in all its forms, y'know? There's the love you have for me as your daughter. There's the love you have for me as your lover. And we're friends, too, which helps a lot. It isn't forced or conditional. We just love and enjoy each other. For me, that's the most special part of it. I feel closer to you in a way that goes way past the actual sex." I was silent to that amazing confession. From any other woman's lips, that would sound like the prelude to... something we couldn't actually have. After a moment I said, "The Greeks define love in three parts. First, there's 'philos', which is the kind of love two friends might share. It has absolutely nothing to do with the body or sex or even romance. It's just a special kind of love that's based on trust and experience, like the kind of love that best friends would share. It's the easiest to come by. And then there's 'eros', which is almost entirely sexual and physical. But it isn't like lust, which is just rutting and having sex for the sake of having sex. It's more like making love, but deeper and more meaningful. And then there's the last, the hardest one to find: 'agape.' And that... that is the true meeting of souls, like what a married couple have. There's promise and care and sharing and all the amazing things that come with a relationship, and it's all wrapped up in that single word, 'agape.' When you find that, you hold on to it and do your damnedest to never let it go." Kelly rolled over onto her side, still blessedly naked beside me, and leaned her head on her hand, which was at the end of an exquisitely bent elbow. She pondered my statement for a long time and then asked, "Is that what you had with Mom?" I nodded and turned my head to look at her. "Sarah was, simply put, the other half of me. I know it's clichéd and trite, but that's the best way to describe it. In the areas where I was at my worst, she was at her best. And vice-versa. She was my balance in everything. When I got annoyed by something, she was the one to help me to understand it and put it into perspective. And when she felt helpless about something, I was the one who helped her to find her focus and strength. In every sense of the word, I loved your mother." "Philos, eros and agape?" I let out a slight huff of brooding laughter and stared back up at the ceiling. "The holy trinity of love. Yes. She was all three to me." "Daddy," my daughter said quietly. "Look at me." I looked at her and saw full, wet tears in her eyes. "That's what I feel when I'm with you." She leaned down and kissed me in such a way that I could feel the very fullness of her sorrow, fear, love, courage and awe. She placed a loving hand on my cheek and added, "I know I'm your daughter and that we can't actually have children or get married or anything, but... for now... aside from loving you as my dad, I love you more than life itself. I DO know how much Mom meant to you, so I won't try to be what she was. But is it okay if, even if it's just a little while, if I just... love you?" I smiled sweetly at her, feeling for all the world like I'd been given the most valuable thing on planet Earth. "For a while, sure, honey. But believe me when I tell you: one day you'll find a better man." Kelly smirked at that. "I doubt it, Dad. You're the first man I've ever known. Every other man I'll ever meet is going to have some mighty big shoes to fill. But if I somehow, some way, manage to find one who comes close, I'll snatch him up in a heartbeat. And that's a promise." My lovely daughter planted another gentle kiss on my lips and said, "But until then, Dad, you're my guy." Hearing that just filled me up with such incredible pride and joy that I couldn't have hidden it if my life depended on it. I beamed a huge smile at her and said, "And you're my girl." Discovery of the Moment Ch. 07 Author's note: In this chapter there are some elements of nonconsentual sex, but it all works out for the best and no one is hurt by it. Understand that the main characters are changing and their morals are shifting, too. Please keep in mind that this is all a work of fiction. Incest, rape, stopping time- these are all figments of an overactive and feverish mind. They do not reflect Reality and I would NEVER suggest that anyone attempt any of these things in real life. Your votes and comments are, as always, what keep me going. If you want more, TELL ME. Even suggestions for moving the story forward are welcome. Public comments, especially, are deeply appreciated. I hope all of you are enjoying this series and continue to enjoy what I can provide in the future. Just please remember to vote and comment! ----------------------------------- As I walked into the dark Italian restaurant, dressed in blue jeans, a white button-down shirt and a pair of hiking boots, I felt like I was the luckiest and best-dressed man in town. The reason for this juxtaposition is the beautiful creature who was hanging from my arm, my daughter Kelly. Simply dressed as well in a cream-colored pleated dress that came down to her mid-thigh with an open back and simple sandals, Kelly looked positively radiant in her understated but self-confident way. When we stopped at the main entrance to survey the other clientelle in the restaurant, it was clear that Kelly was exuding some sort of mystical and non-verbal message to everyone there that, yes, she was most definitely with me. Her shoulders were back, her bountiful breasts showed lots of cleavage and her arm crooked into mine in a sort of possessive way. In truth, I felt like I was on top of the world. Indeed, there were lots of people there, the place being at about 3/4 of capacity and all of them much more nicely dressed, but not a one of them, male or female, could have felt as comfortable as we did at that moment. I guess you might say that the most important accessory either of us wore that evening was each other and clothing was a mere redundancy of social mores. The hostess approached us within seconds with a slightly stiff air about her. She looked like she couldn't be much older than Kelly and might have disapproved that such an older man was out with such a young lady. "I'm sorry," the hostess told us, "but the wait for a table will be about forty minutes." I took a better look around the place and saw that there were still plenty of tables available. I nodded to one in particular that was empty and asked, "What about that one?" As soon as the hostess turned to look at the table, I flipped Kelly and I into The Fold. Kelly looked at me quizzically as I went to the hostess station and quickly jotted down our last name in the reservation book, which I noted had only a few names written in it. In my earlier years I had taken a keen interest in art and could fairly well render just about anyone's signature. The penmanship in the book was easy to copy. I went back to Kelly's side, exactly where I had been before I flipped, and reinserted us into Normal Time. The hostess, unaware of our second-long disappearing act, turned back at me with a disdainful look. "I'm sorry, sir," she replied, "but that table has been reserved." I cocked an eyebrow and said, "Indeed? Perhaps it's reserved for us. I made a reservation this afternoon. The name's Baker." The hostess' eyebrows knitted in slight confusion. "I'm sorry, sir, but we do not have a reservation under that name." I smiled calmly, completely unperturbed. "Please indulge me and look again." She rolled her eyes blatantly, went back to the book and gave it a cursory glance, "As I said, sir, there's no-" Then she stopped when she saw, in her own handwriting, my name staring back at her. "Uhm... what the... how could I have-? Well, Mister Baker, I guess you're right." She glanced up at me with an almost pained expression, her mind racing as it tried to reconcile how she could have missed seeing my name all night long. "Please give me a moment to, uh, prepare a table for you." I quickly got her attention before she could leave, produced a fifty-dollar bill and nodded towards a darkened corner of the restaurant where I wanted us to be seated. The hostess, being nobody's fool, snatched the fifty out of my hand and sped away to get a table ready for us. Seconds after the hostess scurried away, Kelly leaned into my ear. "You, Dad, are an evil man." I looked at my daughter with a blank expression, as though I had no idea what she was talking about, and said, "Only when I need to be." The hostess came back quickly, two menus hugged close to her chest, and said, "Mister Baker? Would you and your wife please come with me?" "My daughter and I," I corrected with a gentlemanly nod to Kelly, "would be pleased to." "Oh, I'm sorry," the hostess said with a slight blush of embarrassment on her cheeks. "Please forgive me, then. My mistake. Uhm, right this way, please." Moments later we were seated at a corner booth, somewhat removed from the other customers, and our drinks were on order. Kelly was all smiles when she said, "I was kinda hoping that you wouldn't correct her. When she called me your wife, I got a tingle down my spine." I grinned ruefully at her. "I'm sure you did," I replied. "But I have a feeling that she would have disapproved." "Who cares?" Kelly retorted saucily. "Her problem, not ours." "You've never worked in a restaurant," I said evenly, "but I have, when I was about your age, actually. I worked as a bus-boy in a place not very different from this. The hostesses were all bitches and all of them took a sort of evil delight in passive-aggressive behavior. When they saw a couple they didn't like, they'd invariably give them a small table, instruct the waiters to make small mistakes or even be so bold as to spit in their drinks. A word to the wise, my dear: never piss off the host or hostess. Otherwise, your entire evening can quickly turn into a disaster." Kelly's eyes sparkled with indignation. "It's terrible how some people can be so cruel for absolutely no reason," my daughter bristled. "I'd never do something like that to someone." I shrugged. "Some people don't teach their kids good manners. Now excuse me for a moment while I enjoy a small amount of pride at having taught you so well." Kelly blushed slightly and her cheeks dimpled in a demure smile. "You know," I said happily, "you do look quite nice tonight." Her blush deepened at the compliment and seemed to glow. "Thank you, Dad. You do, too. It's not the clothes, though. It's the happiness I see in your eyes. I don't think I've ever seen you so relaxed and comfortable." The hostess returned to our table and inobtrusively placed our drinks in front of us. I had a glass of wine while Kelly chose to have some iced tea. The hostess, I might add, didn't say a word to us and was gone almost as quickly as she'd arrived with our drinks. I smiled wistfully at my daughter once I was sure that the hostess was well out of earshot and said, "Well, how could I not? I'm sitting in a four-star restaurant with the most beautiful girl in town." At that precise moment, a reasonably attractive young woman came up to our table holding a small notepad and a pen. I glanced up at her and realized immediately that she was not one of the staff. "Exuse me," she said politely and addressing Kelly directly, "but... uhm... could I have your autograph?" Kelly's eyebrows nearly shot off her head as she looked at me in surprise. Then she regarded the young lady. "I'm sorry, but I think you might have me confused with someone else." "Well, you certainly look like her." "Who?" Kelly asked. "That girl on that TV show, Heroes. The cheerleader? If it wasn't for the hair, you could be her twin." "Hayden Panettiere," I offered. I was a fan of the show and knew exactly who she was referring to. And it was true, Kelly did bear a remarkably uncanny resemblence to the young actress, though my daughter's hair was indeed a bit darker and her breasts were considerably larger. Those two differences aside, Kelly was the spitting image of Ms. Panettiere. I'm surprised that Kelly hadn't been told that before by someone else. I never mentioned it simply because, well, Kelly is my daughter. Comparing one's daughter to an actress isn't really something that comes up very often and I had always assumed that Kelly's friends had pointed it out to her. The young woman seemed to realize that I was there for the first time. "Yeah," she said, "Her." Kelly smiled kindly at the young woman and said, "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not her." The young girl smiled back pleasantly but did look somewhat embarrassed and crestfallen. "Oh. Well, I'm sorry, then. Sorry to interrupt," she said to both of us. "Have a good evening." "Thank you," I said. "We will. And I hope you do the same." The young girl flashed as small smile at me and then left us alone. I looked at Kelly and asked, "Is that the first time that's happened to you?" "Yeah," she answered, looking somewhat nonplussed. "Weird, isn't it?" "Perhaps a little, yes," I replied. "But she's right, you know. You could be her twin. I can't believe nobody's mentioned it before." Kelly shrugged indifferently and said, "Well, I guess there's a first time for everything." We fell into a short silence for a moment as we sipped our drinks and then Kelly said, "So... she was cute." "Who? That girl?" "Yeah," Kelly said. "Actually, there's a lot of pretty ladies here." I looked around the restaurant again, this time to take in the female sights. I guess old habits die hard. Over the years I had trained myself to not look at other women when I was out with someone. Seeing other guys do that always struck me as being disrespectful. But now that Kelly had mentioned it, I couldn't disagree- most of the women there, both staff and customers alike, were fairly attractive. There were certainly a few that I wouldn't look at a second time, but the fair majority of them were definitely appealing to look at. "I guess so," I said cautiously. "I hadn't noticed." "But now you do." I eyed my daughter carefully, not entirely sure of where she was going with this. "Yeees. Any particular reason you bring it up?" Kelly's eyes seemed to dance with a strange sort of impish glee that I hadn't seen since she was a little girl. "Well, I was thinking," she began. "With all these beautiful women around and with your ability to go into The Fold, it's amazing to me that you don't... you know..." My brow furrowed at this. I didn't understand what she meant. "What?" Kelly rolled her eyes balefully, exasperated with the fact that I wasn't on the same page. "Check them out." I arched my brows a bit and regarded my daughter with a new sort of interest. This was surprising, even from her. "Check them out? What, like go into The Fold and see who's wearing panties and who's not?" "Sure, I guess," Kelly said. "I mean, aren't you at least a little bit curious?" I leaned back in my chair for a moment and then said, "Well, honestly? No, not really. I've been devoted to Sarah for so long that it never really occurred to me that I might... well I guess it's not really cheating, but it is an invasion of other people's privacy. But that doesn't mean I haven't done something like that before. When I was first getting used to going into The Fold, I'd walk around streets and play around a bit. Sometimes I'd go into people's houses and see what was going on behind closed doors, when they didn't think anyone was looking." "Really?" Kelly asked excitedly and with keen interest. I shrugged. "Yeah. Most people are just boring, to tell you the truth. They do pretty much the same things you and I do when we're alone." "You mean they have sex with their daughters?" Kelly said cheekily in a low voice, her eyes smiling brightly at saying such a thing in a public place. I gave my daughter a reproachful, withering look. "Behave," I said sternly. "Of course not. But, you know, people mostly do the OTHER things we would do when we're alone. Watch TV, surf the web, masturbate, cook, talk on the phone... everyone's got their little secrets, of course, but very little of it is really alarming or worth getting worked up over." "Like what?" "Hmm," I hedged, not sure if I should be airing out other peoples' dirty laundry. Then I realized that, now that Kelly could go into The Fold on her own and her times were getting longer, she'd find out about some of these things on her own anyway. So there really wasn't any use in holding anything back from her. "Like the Cowers, down the street from us. While they don't have any children of their own, it turns out that they aren't strangers to incest." I then quickly described how I discovered Francine and Delilah, listened in on their conversations and learned about Joe's involvement. "Wow." Kelly gasped in surprise. "Wait, you mean BOTH of them? With his sister?" I nodded and Kelly got a far-away look in her eye as she took in this scandalous bit of news. "Holy shit! I mean, WOW. Y'know, I used to watch them making out sometimes, in their back yard. I knew they were a hot couple, but wow. His own sister. Shit. Two instances of incest on the same street. What're the odds of that?" My smile turned wolfish. "Actually, there's three instances of it," I told her. "You know that bachelor down the block and across the street, the one with the Porsche? His mother moved in with him a few months ago. Apparently her husband was sleeping around on her with some of the younger girls at his office, interns and the like, so she left him to go live with their son. Well, it turns out that she decided that she wanted a younger man in her own life and started an affair... with her son." "No fucking way!" Kelly blurted, almost loudly but quickly muted her voice to a hoarse whisper. She glanced around the restaurant to make sure that no one heard her and then leaned closer across the table to talk. "No way! But he's, like, in his thirties. That's got to put her somewhere in her fifties, doesn't it? How in the hell did you find this out, Dad?" "Pretty much the same way I learned about the Cowers," I answered. "Honey, it's like I said: everybody has their secrets. And they deserve to keep them. Most of the secrets are small and meaningless, but a few will sometimes surprise you. Some people, though, keep them pretty well hidden. You will find out some of these secrets on your own, I'm sure," I said seriously, "but you can never tell anyone about them. Except maybe me. But you can't tell anyone else, not even the people who have these secrets. People would want to know how you found out and some might get mighty upset that you know about them at all." "True," Kelly said thoughtfully. "So," I said conversationally, "it seems to me that you brought this topic up because you're curious, too. Aren't you?" "Curious?" Kelly said. "About what?" I smiled playfully. "About who's wearing underwear and who isn't. You brought it up, so I figure that you want to know." Now that she was put under the spotlight, Kelly gave a mirthless smirk. "Am I that transparent?" she asked. If there's one universal constant about all teenagers, regardless of their gender, it's that sex is always on their minds. As a man in his late thirties, I knew this to be true. I grinned at my daughter warmly. "It's okay, sweetheart. I guess it's natural. But I'm kind of surprised that you mentioned only the women here. I'm even more surprised that you mentioned the attractive ones." I watched Kelly carefully for her reaction when I asked, "Would one of us happen to be a closet bi-sexual?" Kelly tried to take the demure approach in her answer. "Maybe," she answered with a slight shrug. "I mean, it's not like I'm a total lesbian or anything, but I've tried it a few times." I narrowed my eyes at Kelly for a few seconds and then said, "Okay. I can accept that." Part of me wanted to grill her right there and then for details, names and dates, but I chose instead to respect her privacy. After all, I did just get done saying that some people have their secrets and deserved to keep them. If she wanted to tell me more then I guess she would have. "So what about you?" Kelly asked. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." I cocked a single eyebrow at her. "Me? Bi-sexual. Sorry, honey, but no. I can look at a guy and readily agree if he's handsome, but I've never been interested in anything but women." Just then the waiter appeared at our table. It didn't take long for Kelly and I to give our orders, since we're both creatures of habit and usually know what we want from any menu before it's handed to us. I chose Fettuccini Alfredo and Kelly chose the Linguini. We handed our menus over to the waiter and he sped off quickly to the kitchen. Once we were alone again, Kelly said, "I'll be right back." At first I expected her to stand and head off for the ladies room, but instead, she suddenly disappeared from sight, having gone into The Fold. I'd seen her do this a number of times already, so it wasn't a shock to see anymore, but I was surprised that she'd go without telling me what she had in mind. A second later she reappeared with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on her face. "How long this time?" I asked her immediately. It was part of her training, which we had started a few days earlier, for me to inquire about how much time she was able to stay in The Fold on her own. With each successive trip, her "Fold Time" had gotten longer. So far she had been able to stay there for just shy of five minutes. "Sorry," she said, "I didn't count this time. But I wasn't gone long, maybe three minutes or so." "So what'd you do?" Kelly's grin widened. "I did some looking around, of course. You see that girl over my left shoulder, the blonde one with the blue dress?" I casually looked over my daughter's shoulder and nodded. "Commando," Kelly told me and then added, "And shaven." "Indeed?" I asked. I regarded the young woman a second time and noticed the young fellow sitting opposite to her. I supposed that he was going to be in for quite a surprise before the night was out. Then I fixed Kelly with a stern gaze. "Y'know, Kelly, I'd really prefer it if you'd warn me before you do something like that. You know your control goes out the window when you get excited." "Which is precisely why I didn't take long," Kelly quickly responded and then continued. "I'm not a total idiot." I briefly closed my eyes and bent my head downward, knowing where this was headed. "Oy," I muttered. "Oh, come on, Dad. Relax a little and have some fun. It's harmless and it's not like they'll ever know." Kelly's enthusiasm began to show clearly now as she said, "Think of it as a training exercise for me. At home we're in a controlled environment, so there's no real pressure for me to stay focused. But out here, in public, I have to be more careful. And the more careful I am, the more focused I'll be." Before I could respond, she said, "Be right back," and then disappeared again. She came back a second later looking a bit more flushed. "Okay, now that was unexpected." "What was?" I asked, almost wishing that I hadn't. This game of hers was making me nervous. I hadn't intended to let her test her abilities in "real world" situations just yet and this felt a bit premature. That said, she did show a lot more confidence in herself and I wasn't about to shoot that down. Confidence, I had learned, was an important key in learning how to control how long she could stay in The Fold. "You see that couple over there, in the opposite corner?" Kelly slyly pointed to a young man and woman who were seated in a corner booth similar to ours. They were sitting very close together and seemed to be lost in each other's eyes, totally oblivious to the world around them at that moment. Their attention on each other was so absolute that it looked like they might share a very passionate, inappropriately obscene kiss at any moment. "She's giving him a hand-job as we speak," Kelly whispered. "She actually has it out and is stroking him right now. And she's probably going to go down on him, too, just as he's about to cum. Right here, in front of everybody, and no one's going to know but us." It was pretty dark where they were, but I narrowed my eyes at the couple and focused on them more intently. Now I could barely see that his hands, too, were moving, gently stroking the sides of his companion's left breast as he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Kelly smiled wickedly at me and said, "Pretty hot, huh? I'll bet you never would've guessed if I hadn't told you." Discovery of the Moment Ch. 07 I couldn't help myself anymore. My daughter had started a game and she was effectively throwing down the gauntlet, challenging me to find something even more daring. That was a mistake on her part. When I play, I play to win. I wagged a finger at Kelly and said, "You, young lady, are about to be upstaged." With that I flipped into The Fold, leaving my daughter frozen in time, her devilish smile beautifully locked onto her youthfully radiant face and looking for all the world like she'd beaten me in some sort of strange, erotic contest. I got up from our booth and took a leisurely stroll around the restaurant, taking my time in admiring all of the attractive women there. Unlike my daughter, I could stay there indefinitely and had all the time I wanted at my disposal. I initially took a head-count of how many women were actually in the building. Twenty-six. Of those twenty-six women, I found nineteen of them to be considerably attractive, including Kelly. Of those nineteen, seventeen of them were clearly between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three (the other two were thirty-six and twenty-nine... I had taken the liberty of looking into their purses and finding their licenses, which is an eggregious invasion of privacy, but what the hell, right?). Of those seventeen, ten had decided to not wear panties for their dates (Kelly included, the little minx) and four of them were wearing garter belts. A secondary count told me that only four of all the women, including my daughter, were not wearing bras. By the time I was done with this survey I was, as you might guess, sporting quite an erection. There was one young woman, however, who had definitely caught my attention. She was standing up, getting ready to leave with her date, and she looked absolutely ravishing in a black, open-backed velvet dress that just barely covered her white, creamy thighs. Her shoulder-length brown hair was straight and smelled of strawberries and cream (which is, to me, the best scent in the world for a woman's hair). Closer inspection of this young woman yielded the following information: she was twenty-two, her name was Susan Carliss, she stood five-feet and eight inches tall, she was not wearing panties, she shaved her pussy completely, wore a thirt-six-D cup bra (yes, I had lowered her dress to check, but put it back so as not to cause alarm later), had a tattoo of a fairy just above her ass and wore a perfume that I couldn't identify but made her smell absolutely irresistable. Susan's purse was still on the table, sitting close to the edge, so I moved it even closer to the edge, leaving it to precariously hang there so that it would fall if the table was jostled in the slightest bit. Her companion was frozen in the action of getting up from the table, too, and I couldn't miss the fact that his hip was about to bump into it. I then went back to Kelly, flipped back to Normal Time and laid a hand on Kelly's shoulder. Kelly, now reanimated, glanced up at me in surprise as I watched Susan's companion bump the table, as I expected, which caused the purse to fall to the floor. Susan reflexively bent down to pick up the purse and, as she did so, I took Kelly back into The Fold with me. I took in the sight of Susan bending over and appreciated how her small ass, while bent, served as the corner of the L-shape that her body made. Her legs were straight and perfectly taut while her hands reached downward, almost touching the floor. I looked down at Kelly, who was still seated, and said, "Come with me." Kelly got up from our booth as I walked away. "What are you up to, Dad?" I said nothing as I made my way to where Susan Carliss was bent over at the waist to pick up her purse, perfectly frozen in time. The hem of her black dress had hiked up just the slightest bit, enough to show just the barest hint of her ass cheeks to anyone who might be looking. And I was definitely looking. Kelly, I knew, was several feet behind me and could already tell what, or in this case who, had my full attention. I flipped up the hem of Susan's dress and revealed her pussy, which was framed by her slender thighs, to my daughter's watchful gaze. The backs of her long, beautiful legs were smooth and utterly flawless as I gently rubbed my palm over her left butt cheek. "Dad?" Kelly asked, her tone somewhat nervous. "What in the hell are you doing?" I unzipped my fly and looked at my daughter evenly as I pulled my fully erect cock out from its confines. "I'm going to take this young woman," I informed her matter-of-factly. Kelly gasped in surprise at my unexpectedly lewd behavior. "Are you fucking serious?" she asked incredulously. "That... that's..." Her voice fell silent, clearly at a loss for words. So I finished them for her. "Hot?" I stood there, in the middle of this very posh Italian restaurant, with my dick in my hand and stroking it in front of literally dozens of people, all of whom were totally unaware of what was about to transpire. Kelly came to my side, concern etched on her features, and placed a hand on my arm. "Wrong," Kelly said reproachfully. "Dad, that's just so fucking wrong! How can you do that?" I positioned myself behind Susan's up-turned ass and rubbed my cockhead against her pussy lips while my daughter watched in complete shock. "I did it with you," I said callously. At that point didn't care at all that what I was doing was wrong. I felt justified in the knowledge that, when it was all over, Miss Carliss would experience a sudden, mysterious orgasm in a room full of people and most likely give her companion the fucking of his life shortly afterward. "I told you that you were about to be upstaged." I stopped myself, my cock snugly held against this strange woman's pussy, and looked at my daughter with, I must say, sheer animalistic lust in my eyes. "Kelly, I AM going to fuck this young woman, right here and right now. Are you going to watch or not?" I didn't wait for a response as I slowly pushed the tip of my cock into Susan's soft folds, luxuriating in the sensation as I did so. Kelly just stood there in absolute, stunned surprise, her mouth hanging open, as she watched her father's penis slowly slide inside this strange woman's cunt. "I can't fucking believe you're doing this," she breathed. "Holy fucking shit, Dad, I just can't believe-" I pushed a little harder, forcing the rest of my shaft into this new pussy and said, "Good Lord, she's tight!" Once my meat was fully inserted, I glanced at Kelly and asked, "Have you ever seen someone get fucked before? Right in front of you?" Kelly looked down at where my member was fully ensconced inside this woman's entrance and then looked up at me. She wordlessly shook her head no. I smiled fiendishly and said, "Then pay close attention." I held onto Susan's hips and began to rhythmically fuck her from behind. Her body, frozen in time and hands dangling downward to reach for her purse, swayed gently in response to my thrusts, but there was no other reaction from her as I set my pace with slow, steady thrusts while my daughter watched on in rapt silence. "She feels good," I told Kelly as I watched my cock slide back and forth in Susan's pussy. I saw a faint sheen of pussyjuice every time I pulled out, leaving just the head inside her, and added, "Not as tight as you, but damn close." Kelly grabbed a chair as I continued to slowly fuck this hapless young woman and straddled it the way a guy would while she watched me. "This is so wrong, Daddy," she said, her breath clearly labored, "but holy fuck is it hot." She looked up at me, her eyes wide with wonder, and said, "Do you realize what you're doing, Dad?" I didn't stop thrusting myself into Susan's pussy, my hips softly slapping her ass cheeks, as I looked down at my daughter. Kelly's cheeks were flushed with excitement and I could see, from my bird's-eye view, that her nipples were hard as rocks under her dress. "Yes," I answered. "I do. I'm going to give this young woman an incredible, instantaneous orgasm. I'm sure you're familiar with the sensation." I locked my eyes on my daughter and said nothing more, the only sound in the world at that moment being our increasingly ragged breathing and the fap-fap-fap sound of my groin colliding with Susan's. Kelly broke our gaze and watched me fuck Susan for several long seconds in thoughtful silence. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that one of Kelly's hands had, surreptitiously and probably without her even realizing it, begun to gently stroke her pussy, which was on prominent display due to the way she was seated on the chair. Then she looked up at me and asked, "Are you going to cum inside her, Dad, like you did with me?" "Do you want me to?" I asked her as a wicked grin played across my lips. I could feel that my balls were beginning to tighten, a signal that I was close to cumming. "I'm almost there." Kelly shook her head slightly. "No, Daddy," she said quietly. "I don't." I nodded to the table behind her, my hips still thrusting as I fucked Susan. "Bend over that table and hike up your dress," I told her. Kelly did as she was told and, when her dress was bunched up around her waist and her pussy was completely exposed to me, she asked, "What are you doing to do?" I looked at her, watched her glance at the two frozen people sitting opposite from each other at her table, and said, "I don't like to waste my cum. Cum was meant to be inside a woman's pussy. If I don't do it inside her, who else is there?" "There's always me, Dad. Always," Kelly replied as she snaked a hand under herself and spread open her pussy lips with a seductive, wanton look in her eyes. I thrust my hips forcefully a few times more into Susan's extremely tight cunt, pulled out at the last second and then swiftly turned to slip inside my daughter, one hand holding tightly onto her hip and the other pushing on the center of her spine as I drove myself home. "Daddy's good little girl," I growled as I let loose and unloaded inside my daughter's already wet pussy. Kelly let out a cry of surprise and excitement as she felt me explode inside her, bathing her womb with my sperm, and her pussy muscles clenched tightly around my shaft convulsively. "Aaaah," I said throatily. "Yes! Take it, Kelly! Take your father's cum!" "Oh my God, yes! Thank you!" Kelly wailed. "Fucking cum inside me, Daddy! I can feel it! Oh, God, that feels so good!" My hips bucked and jerked with each spasm as I filled my daughter with my cum, the both of us in the middle of a large group of frozen people. I pushed myself as deeply as I could within Kelly's tightness as my cock spat out a few more bolts of greasy cum and then I held myself there, breathing hard while Kelly gently rolled her hips in an effort to milk her father's cock of the last dregs of its cum. "Ooooh, Daddy," Kelly mewled. "I can't fucking believe we just did that!" she exclaimed as I leaned down to kiss her on the back of the neck. Her body shuddered involuntarily when my lips met her skin and she sighed contentedly as my cock slowly began to soften within her body. "Pretty fucking wild, eh?" I asked rhetorically, my breath hot on her earlobe. I stood up straight and reluctantly withdrew myself from her heated pussy. As I took a step back and shoved my cum-coated cock back inside my jeans, I watched my cum spill out of my daughter's pussy and down her thighs with relish. Kelly stayed put for a moment while I put Susan's dress back the way it was before all of this started. When I was done with Susan, Kelly stood up and turned around to lean on the table she'd been bent over, her dress still bunched up around her waist and showing off her cum-filled, shaven mound. She deftly cupped her groin to catch my cum before it could fall to the floor. I watched my cum pool into the palm of her hand and she brought it up to her mouth and licked it all up while eyeing me as she did so. "Mmm!" she moaned. "I'll never get tired of your taste." Then her throat bobbed as she swallowed. I smirked. "You know, you really shouldn't have your dessert before dinner." Kelly let out a short guffaw of laughter as she pushed herself away from the table and fell into my arms for a warm embrace. I held her there for a few seconds and then leaned down to kiss her on the lips lovingly, not at all minding the taste of my own cum on her lips- I'd tasted it many times before already, after all. "Speaking of dinner," Kelly said softly, "I'm still pretty hungry. Our orders should be ready in a few minutes." She looked up at me with that infectious sparkle in her eyes and smiled. We broke our embrace and went back to our table after making sure that everything in the restaurant was as it had been before our little adventure. When we were once again seated, we both turned to watch how Miss Carliss would react and held hands as I returned us to Normal Time. Almost instantly, Susan stood bolt upright and let loose with a sound that was somewhere between a cry of surprise, a gasp and a sensual moan. We could only see her from the back, but we could easily tell that her body had tensed from the sudden and unexpected onslaught of sensations that coursed through her body, causing her shudder uncontrollably on her feet. Her companion's eyes went wide with shock and confusion as he watched her arms wiggle just the tiniest bit while she stood up on her tip-toes. And then, just as suddenly, her body went limp and she almost fell to the floor. Fortunately, her male companion was swift on his feet and managed to catch her at the last second. While he held her in his arms, we heard him ask what was wrong with genuine concern in his voice. Susan, for her part, seemed just as baffled as she replied, "I... I don't know. I was just bending down to pick up my purse and... and... I don't know. I guess I pulled a muscle or... something." She glanced around to see that many of the other diners had stopped eating to look on with interest at this strange spectacle. The floor manager, a middle-aged man who was smartly dressed in all black, showed up at their table a second later, having also witnessed Susan's peculiar behavior, and seemed positively flustered. "Miss? Are you okay? Do we need to call an ambulance for you?" Susan regained her composure quickly and stood upright once more, this time a bit more steady on her feet. "No," she replied casually, "I'm all right. I've just, uhm... been under a lot of stress lately and I guess I got a little dizzy for a moment." "Dizzy?" her companion interjected incredulously. "Sue, you damn near had a-" "A wonderful evening," Susan finished for him, not wanting him to say what she knew he almost certainly would. She was embarrassed enough already and didn't want to compound matters more. She regarded the floor manager with a kind smile. "Really, though, I'm fine. The manicotti was spendid, please give my compliments to the chef. I think I just need to go home and rest a bit or something." She looked at her gentleman friend meaningfully. "Home, yes?" The young man blinked twice at her and then simply nodded. They quickly left without fanfare and the floor manager bid them a good evening with a flair of obvious relief that they weren't going to sue him or do something equally awful. When they were gone, however, he leaned close to the hostess and said something which left both of them laughing heartily. Kelly turned back to give me a stern look. "You, Dad, are an evil, evil man." "Is that a complaint?" I asked coyly. Kelly's soft cheeks dimpled. "Nope. Not at all." I should say not. She got the best part of that young woman's amazing surprise: my cum, which was still probably oozing out of my daughter's pretty little pussy. Our waiter then returned to our table, laden with a large tray which held our food. With a quiet efficiency of a man who'd been doing this job for years, the waiter placed our meals before us, offered to douse our plates with parmesean cheese and left with a brisk step after telling us to enjoy. We ate quietly and found it quite easy to follow our waiter's order- the food was delicious and we savored every bite of it. Of course I was the first one to finish, so I resumed an earlier conversation while Kelly finished off her plate at a leisurely pace. "Remember when I suggested that we should find a way to hide from the police and Feds?" Kelly nodded and said around a mouthful of Linguini, "Yeah. You shaid we needed t'cover our tracksh." "Right. Well... I've been thinking. With this venture we're going into, we'll find ourselves with a lot of liquid assets. Cash. Actually, a shitload of it. If the IRS ever decides to audit me, they'll see that I'm not employed and yet I'm still able to afford to keep us in a comfortable house, pay the bills and all the other stuff that ends up costing money. They'll wonder where all the money is coming from and the insurance money from Sarah won't satisfy their curiosity." Kelly swallowed her food and took a sip of her drink. When her mouth was clear, she shrugged and said, "So we set up another account and put the money in there. Set it up in my name." I shook my head. "But where would YOU have gotten that kind of money from?" I asked. "Think about it, Kelly. You're just about to graduate from high school and you've never had a job. I know for a fact that banks have to report it to the FBI when their customers make major cash deposits into their accounts. I think it's something like ten thousand dollars and over. Honey, we'll be netting ten times that in a week. Red flags all over the place." Kelly put the fork down and stared off into the distance for a second while she considered another option. "Okay," she said quickly, "well how about this: we buy a safe. A good one, all the bells and whistles. Install a good security system, too, so that no one can break into the house. We put the money in the safe. No banks see it, no Feds know about it. Completely untraceable." I thought about it for a moment and gave a slight nod. "Okay... but there's still the matter of me not having a job. The insurance money won't last forever, you know. We have about two hundred thousand left to pay on the house before the mortgage is settled. If we use the insurance money to pay off the mortgage- which is the most common and wisest thing to do with such a massive windfall- that cuts it in half. I can realistically use the remainder to pay bills for several years, but there's other expenses: college tuition for you next year, living expenses, gas, food, entertainment, medical, dental and auto insurance, a car for you... all that stuff adds up pretty quick and it'll eat up the remainder of the insurance money a lot faster than you think." Kelly heaved a sigh. "Okay, Dad. So what do you suggest we do?" I looked at her eyes to make sure that I would be able to guage her reaction. "Sell the house. Disappear completely." Kelly looked back at me for a long moment and said nothing. I waited silently for her reaction and I could see that the wheels in her mind were already turning at an incredible speed, clicking along with a thousand thoughts and possibilities, emotions and opinions. I could see that she was, at first, not too terribly pleased with the idea, but she continued to tumble it around in her head as an objective puzzle. Then her eyes got that far-away look again as she let her imagination run down a few ideas of her own. A few seconds later, my brilliant daughter re-focused her gaze on me. "Like Keyser Soze." "Huh?" I replied stupidly. "You know," Kelly prompted, "that movie with what's his name, uh, Kevin Spacey. The Suspects or something. There was this guy they kept talking about, some bad ass guy who was, like, this invisible criminal kingpin. Scared everybody senseless. Everyone wanted to know who he was. Who's Keyser Soze? Remember?" Discovery of the Moment Ch. 07 "Oh," I said numbly, still not catching on to why she'd mention him now. "What about him?" "You want us to disappear like him. Take our vengeance out on the worst criminals in the world but be invisible. They don't fear God, but they'll fear us. Like Keyser Soze." She tossed another bite of food into her mouth, now feeling more animated and getting into the spirit of things. "Okay. I can understand that. It even makes sense. But why do we have to sell the house? I mean, that's our house, Dad. I grew up there. It's our home. We've got so many good memories-" Then she put the fork down when I didn't say anything. She was right, it was our home and she did grow up there and there were so many memories attached to it. She watched me and the look on her face softened to tenderness. "Oh, Dad, I'm sorry. God, how I could I have been so stupid? It's killing you, isn't it? That's exactly why you want to move. It's got to be driving you nuts, not seeing Mom around anymore. Everything is still pretty much the way it was when she was alive and, even if we changed every stick of furniture, there's still the memories of her. Every room, every picture... God, Dad, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize..." Her hand reached out to mine and held it there in the center of the table. "Yeah," I answered meekly as I stared at our hands. "That pretty much covers it." When I looked back up at her, Kelly's eyes had begun to tear up in sympathy. "You know what?" she said with a loving smile on her face. "Let's do it. Sell the house, Dad. Sell everything. We'll start completely over and put the past behind us. Just you and me. Clean slate. I'll ask around and see if there's a way that we can change our names or something, get totally new identities. I think I know of some friends who can help us and keep quiet about it. We'll disappear and start fresh. And, if anybody comes looking for us, they'll find that we've just dropped right off the planet, destination unknown. Fuck 'em all." ------------------------------ Author's note: Again, your votes and comments are CRUCIAL to me! Please take a quick moment to provide either or both. The more feedback I get, especially in the Public Comments section, the more likely I am to work that much faster on the next chapter. Thanks for taking the time to read and I hope you enjoyed what I've done so far! Discovery of the Moment Ch. 08 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many thanks to all of you who submitted comments in the public comments section of each chapter. I know all of you have been waiting for this story to continue and I am desperately sorry that it took so long. Many changes and events in my own life made it difficult and sometimes impossible to write, but Life is calming down for me now and I am able to focus on my creative endeavors more. I hope that this newest chapter in the DoM series will make up for the lost time and that another will get written soon. I might also suggest that you read from the first chapter up to this point if you're new to the series. Comments, suggestions and constructive criticisms are always welcome! Please provide your comments to the Public Comments Section so that we may all see them and, perhaps, learn from them! Thank you and, again, I'm sorry this took so damned long! And now... on with the show... * The night in the Italian restaurant when Kelly and I decided to jump ship and leave our old Home behind was the beginning of a painful, arduous process. It wasn't a simple matter of just packing our things up and going to points unknown. Oh, no. We had a Home. We had a history there, a full cache which represented the lives of three people. Some might argue that if I wanted to simply let my late wife Sarah go, to finally put her in my past, I could have just gotten rid of all of her belongings. But it isn't that easy, is it? How can you sterilize a building which has been pock-marked by more than 18 years of someone else's tinkerings? The lattice work on the back porch, the small victory garden in the back yard, the kitchen appliances, 80% of the furniture, the section of roof that she re-shingled on her own just to prove a point ten years ago... great and small things that had been touched by her hands which were absolute fixtures in our home, things that I couldn't just post up at eBay. Every stick of furniture in the house could be disposed of, but I'd always see the off-lavender paint on our bathroom walls (admittedly, I could always paint over those walls, but I rather liked the color Sarah had chosen and, besides which, I'd always know that lavender paint would be there, just under the surface of the new paint). Or the spackled patches in the hallway where her desk had done wonders to the walls when we tried to bring it into the house five years ago. Or the parquet wood flooring in the dining room, which she picked out and somehow convinced me to put down instead of paying two guys $1,600 to do it for us. Take all of that stuff out, cover it up, replace it- I'd still know it was there or had been there because I could remember those things clearly. And for that reason alone, I began to hate that house. I couldn't walk ten paces in any direction without being reminded of how Sarah had changed something and made it her own, or our own. Without her there to share those memories with me just quite simply felt like hell. A place I had come to love and feel comfortable in now felt like an alien planet, filled with a foreign past that clearly belonged to Someone Else. My opinions about why moving was so traumatic, in light of these new realizations, had significantly changed. For me, leaving the home I had made with my wife and daughter was about as easy a task as sawing off my right hand with a butter knife- it hurt like a four-alarm bitch and I resented it, despite knowing that it was necessary in order to move forward in Life. My daughter Kelly, however, seemed to weather the storm much more easily. She helped me a great deal, of course, but her youth tended to compensate for the experience by forcing her to look at it like the first step of a Grand Adventure. People in their late teens are already spoiling to get out of the chicken coop. When the hen is gone or unable to keep the chicks inside, the younglings split at their first opportunity; for Kelly, moving was an inevitability that had merely come at an unexpected time. For me, however, it was like digging my wife's coffin out of the ground and then burying it again with nothing but a spoon to do all the hard work. I swear, though, that I tried my four-square best to hide the turmoil I was going through from my daughter. But I think she had cottoned on to my miserable state when, despite her best efforts to seduce me into the sack (and she applied herself thoroughly and quite capably to the task!), she went largely ignored by yours truly. It wasn't that I wasn't interested or that I didn't appreciate her attention. I just didn't have the spiritual energy for it just then. We snuggled, hugged and even kissed on frequent occasions during the whole Process (when no one was around to catch us, naturally), but there was nothing even remotely sexual about my end of the bargain. My poor daughter gently complained only a few times about the lack of attention, but backed off when I couldn't seem to be cajoled one way or the other. I tried my best to explain things to her, how I felt, by lying through my teeth. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'm just too tired right now. I mind is willing, but the flesh is weak. Rain check?" And, being the loving daughter that she is, she naturally accepted those rain checks, probably a few dozen of them before it was all over, bless her. I'd found a rather decent realtor who was only too happy to get the house sold for us at an almost criminal mark-up. Two million dollars, to be exact. Sarah and I had bought the house in 1988 for $300,000 (and tack on another $50,000 for interest on the mortgage, which got paid off pretty quick, thanks to my job at the radio station). That, my friends, is an important lesson to learn when it comes to real estate. Consider it carefully. I was able to provide quite well for my family, but selling that house had made me richer than I ever expected it would. The realtor kindly took only 2% for her fee, which was generous on someone's part, but I still can't figure out who. In the meantime, Kelly and I worked like the Devil's own to sell off every scrap of non-essential items in the house through a series of four massive yard sales. In total, we netted just under $8,000 from the yard sales alone. The rest of the stuff was either donated to charity or, yes, sold on eBay (Kelly handled the eBay stuff since I just couldn't bring myself to do it and I was only too happy to let her keep the proceeds). The new home owners were scheduled to start moving in at a fixed date and Kelly and I had managed to clean most of the house out with minimal fuss. We didn't bother to tell any of our friends or my former co-workers at the radio station about the move- we wanted a clean break from our old lives and didn't want anyone to know where we were headed or to start asking questions about why. Kelly and I had worked this out to the last detail: we were going to do as thorough a job possible of erasing ourselves from the world we knew so that we could start absolutely fresh, complete with new identities (which were amazingly easy to acquire but weren't cheap by any means... and I still don't know exactly how Kelly managed that or who she knew to make it happen, but it was done in less time than it took to find Miss Luther, just under a week). When it was all over, John Baker and his daughter Kelly would merely disappear. In their place were John and Kelly Fuller, a recently married couple (with a scandalous age-gap, of course) from Bakersfield, California. And we had the Works Package, too- credit cards, a bank account in Zürich, birth certificates, social security numbers, college transcripts (Kelly would never need to go to college now, unless she wanted to, of course), driver's licenses and even an authentic-looking marriage license. Look, I know what you're thinking, okay? And the decision to make us newlyweds was not our idea. Neither of us had asked for it, but when the guy simply known as Poppy had started the work on our new identities, he made it clear that making us newlyweds would be ten times easier for us to hide from the Authorities... or anyone else who might be looking for us. Poppy, a gray-haired hippie with strange habits, did not question us about our motives for getting these new identities, but it was clear that he had a great deal of experience on the subject and we ultimately deferred to his judgment. "You don't have to ACT like newlyweds or even like lovers," he told us crisply, "but if you want your new IDs to work and fool everyone, you want this. They'll be looking for a father and daughter, not an old guy who's robbed the cradle. And, hey, if you want to get a divorce in a few months, once you've settled down wherever it is you're headed, it's no hoo-hoo, man. Old guy, young girl- divorce? Who's gonna question it?" So seventy-five thousand dollars and three weeks later, I had a new name and I was married to my daughter. Life, I tell you, can be a goddamned whirlwind of what-the-fuck sometimes. My late father had left me some land when he died years ago with no explanation as to how he came to own it. I never did anything with the land, had never even set foot on it, but now was as good a time as any to put it to good use. I had liquidated virtually all of my assets except that small patch of Tennessee grass and, through some tricky paperwork, sold it to John Fuller for a respectable sum of $10,000. I'm sure that whoever the county big-heads might be in that area were probably pissed blind with rage when they got the paperwork on the change in ownership, but it was air-tight legal and I figured that they would manage to lick their wounds in good time. After all, John Fuller had committed himself to building (in writing, of course- we had to keep the two Johns as faceless as possible) on that land in due course. Rich men building new houses could only mean good news to a south-of-the-Mason-Dixon-Line country town- jobs aplenty and property taxes galore. I had always wanted to have a subterranean home, long before I ever married Sarah. As John Baker, I was never able to afford it and Sarah and I had grown accustomed to our home with Kelly in it, never really seeing any need for change. But as John Fuller, a severely rich man with an unrecorded mass of wealth, I could do pretty much as I damn well pleased. John Baker's liquid assets mounted up to roughly... well, the sum total, quite frankly, left me stunned- a man never really does know what he's worth until he breaks it down to hard, cold cash. My few stock holdings, my cars- everything that could be liquidated and turned into real money was transmuted as quickly as possible, much to the consternation of my former accountant. John Baker, former radio station marketer, had earned an average annual after-expenses-and-bills income of $120,000 per year over a fifteen-year period. Throw in some the inheritance money from my father ($200,000), the life-insurance money from Sarah's death ($400,000) and Sarah's own income for the last few years ($90,000), offset that by the mortgage on the house ($350,000) and we came up with some major fuck-you money. I had just over $4 million in cash. And I didn't waste a minute to anonymously deposit every penny of it to John Fuller's Swiss bank account in Zürich. Within days John Baker was dead broke while John Fuller was now king of some unseen Tennessee hill. For interim lodgings, we decided to book a room in an extended-stay hotel for an indefinite period of time at the outskirts of the town where our new home would be built. Kelly and I, by the end of the month and two days before the new home owners were set to move in, had just about cleaned out our house entirely. All that was left were some easily-towed personal belongings and some camping equipment so that we could stay the last night in the house without being entirely uncomfortable. I had suggested that we get a decent hotel room, but Kelly wouldn't hear of it. "Everything's gone but us, Dad. We're leaving it pretty much as you and Mom found it. Mom's not here anymore, but I am, and I want to be here until the very end." I didn't argue the matter. That last night we had set our sleeping bags side-by-side with a bottle of wine between us. The lighting, once the house had been emptied of furniture, was really strange. Everything seemed brighter, our voices echoed strangely and the air was cooler. It was eerie to know that, for one night, my daughter and I would be staying in a place that was truly little more than a shell of what it once had been. And that was the most alien experience of all. In my mind's eye I could look at a corner of the living room where we decided to bed down and see where the sofa was supposed to be. I could easily recall where everything was on that day when Kelly had coaxed me into fulfilling her weird fantasy. I could glance over my shoulder at the walls and know where the paintings and pictures should have been, but no longer were. Everything was gone, but the memories persisted and I'd never be quit of them until I was good and truly gone from the place, once and for all. Sarah's ghost, it seemed, loomed in every corner and room. She didn't haunt me in the classical sense, really. And, frankly, I don't believe in ghosts in that way. The the ghost of her memory, the experiences of her that I had bottled up in my head, were inescapable. The wine that Kelly and I shared in our private farewell party seemed to only make matters worse. It wasn't even close to time for us to sleep yet, and neither of us were tired, but I was growing more and more morose and sullen with each passing moment. Closing my eyes made me feel like the empty living room was spinning and opening my eyes made seem unfamiliar. The only familiar thing I could focus on was my daughter, and she had me fixed with the most peculiar gaze, one which made me feel quite uncomfortable, like I was being scrutinized in some new way. And, in truth, I was. I couldn't really bring myself to return her intense gaze, so I just kept glancing about the room and hating myself for doing so. I didn't want to be there, especially not when it was so empty. Not when these memories were haunting me, forcing me to concede the fact that these empty rooms shouldn't be so damned empty. I did briefly glance at her from time to time, gave a small, wan smile, but not much else and sipped my wine casually. While our bodies weren't ready for sleep yet, our minds had been completely wrung with the effort of the last month and a half. There wasn't much to talk about that we hadn't already discussed, not in practical terms anyway. We knew what The Plan was for the next day, where we were going, how we were going to get there (I had bought a rather large pick-up truck with a portion of John Fuller's new-found fortune in cash) and talking about anything else just didn't seem to be worth the effort just then. At least, it wasn't for me. But teenage girls who are looking forward to a Grand Adventure, on the other hand, are excited just enough to want to talk about damn near anything rather than simply enduring the silence. Dressed in a simple teddy-bear nightie, her legs stuffed into her sleeping bag, Kelly looked at me with a curious stare for several long moments, her plastic wine flute now forgotten. "Are you okay, Dad?" she asked me. I shrugged with an air of indifference, the sound of my own sleeping bag ruffling with the moving sounding much louder than it actually was. I was naked inside the sleeping bag and could already feel the comfortable warmth of my own body being contained by it. "I guess," I said glumly. "It's just hard to see these walls so... barren. It's like looking at a place where you know something should be, but it isn't. An S.E.P. field has taken over our house," I added with a mirthless grin. "A what?" "An S.E.P. field," I repeated. "It's from a series of books by Douglas Adams, the guy who wrote 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. An S.E.P. field is exactly how I just described it- you're looking at it, but it's not visible to you because you're not meant to see it. It's Someone Else's Problem, S-E-P. And since most everyone in Earth prefers to ignore the problems of others, anything that is inside an S.E.P. field goes unseen." "....and you think our house is in an S.E.P. field?" "Well, it doesn't really exist, honey. It's just a metaphor. But, yeah, after tomorrow all of this will be in the hands of someone else. We'll never have to see it again." Kelly frowned at that and looked pensive. "I'm not sure I like that," she said carefully. "You make it sound like we're running away from something." I looked around the room and waved my arms in a long, sweeping motion for effect. "When you get right down to the brass tacks, sweetheart, we are. Or, at least, I am. Everything about this place just... runs me down, when I think about it. All the memories are like ghosts that do nothing but haunt me here. Frankly, I'd rather just leave them behind." "But didn't you always tell me that no matter where you go, you carry your troubles with you? You can't just forget about this place, Dad. You can't forget about Mom. I won't." The look on her face now as one of genuine concern. What for all her youth, my daughter has an amazing talent for saying some pretty grown-up things. I remained studiously silent at her remark, but it didn't deter her one iota. "Dad, WHY do you want to forget about Mom? I thought you loved her. You said that she was her best friend, along with everything else." I looked at my daughter for a long moment in silence and then looked down at my hands, which were empty and offered nothing extraordinary. "Since the day Sarah died I haven't been able to shake the feeling that I could have saved her." Kelly was quick on the up-take with that. "What, by bringing her into The Fold?" She scooted closer to me, still wrapped up in her sleeping bag. "Dad, I thought we went through this already. There was no way to know what was going to happen. And even if you had taken her into The Fold when... when it started, it was already too late. Her brain was shutting down by then. The damage was already done. There was simply no way to know about it, even beforehand. Even the doctors said as much." "Dammit, Kelly, I KNOW all that, but it doesn't change how I FEEL. I feel guilty as hell. I have this ability and I couldn't use it to save my own wife. I didn't even TRY. Why didn't I at least try to save her?" "Because, deep down, you already knew that there was nothing you could do. Believe me, Dad, I played that moment back in my head a thousand times. There was nothing either of us could have done. That clot was there long before it got dislodged, so even if you did take her into The Fold, it still would've been there like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. So you have nothing to feel guilty about," she placed a loving and gentle hand on my knee in an effort to calm me, but I pushed it off. "I have plenty to feel guilty about," I said through gritted teeth. "I mean, look at me! While my wife was sitting in the hospital with a gunshot wound, what was I doing? I was fucking my own daughter! Oh, and let's not forget our first wondrous adventure where I fucking raped you! What kind of husband, what kind of father am I?" Kelly's concerned frown shifted quickly into a deep and angry scowl. "Now hold on just a second, Dad!" she snapped hotly. "First of all, Mom was in that hospital for only two days and you were there for both of them. And SHE sent you home to get rest on both those days. As for that rape-thing, I TOLD you that I'd forgiven you completely. I didn't and don't feel violated in any way, not by you. At most I felt angry that you'd taken so long to tell me the truth, but the fact of it wasn't that big of a deal for me, Dad. And I think I made it pretty fucking clear that I already found you attractive before that. Under a completely different set of circumstances I'm willing to bet that we'd still have ended up having sex eventually, so that dog won't hunt either. So what else do you have, huh? What else could you possibly feel guilty about?" Discovery of the Moment Ch. 08 Fuck, I hated it when she did that. In a fraction of time she had managed to take a sledgehammer to all of my issues, a trait that she definitely inherited from her mother. I let my shoulders drop in defeat, feeling oddly resentful that she'd robbed me of my pity-party so deftly. "Nothing," I said hollowly. "And, yet, I do." Kelly sat bolt upright and squared her shoulders back. "Well, then, it's about fucking time that you get over it, Dad. Because if this is how it's going to be for the rest of your life, I'm pretty damned sure that I'll get tired of it real quick. It's bullshit, Dad. It's Life and, if there's nothing else you've taught me better, it can majorly suck sometimes, no matter what you do." She paused for a beat and then asked, "Do I have to keep myself away from you in order for you to get over this shit? If that's what it takes, then I'll do it. I'll fucking hate it because you're the only thing I really have left in this life, but I'll do it if I knew, even for a second, that it would help you to heal. Dad, I love you. You're MY agape." I looked up at my daughter sharply at that, my mouth hanging open in surprise. But I shouldn't have been. Not really. With a fair bit of soul-searching I could justifiably say that, in Sarah's absence, Kelly was my agape, too. She was the better half of me in this world once Sarah was gone, both literally (since she shared half of my genetic code) and figuratively. The worst, most miserable outcome that my mind could conjure up was going through life without Kelly for any extended period of time. We were each others' anchor in a maddening sea of chaos and if we drifted apart, for any reason, it's not difficult to imagine that we'd both be terribly lost. I opened my mouth to respond. "I....." And, for once, I couldn't say a thing. We held our gaze in each others' eyes for a long, breathless moment and then I broke it by pulling my hands to cover my face as I began to sob uncontrollably. At that point I was completely hollowed out with hardly anything left and all the pain and misery and guilt... everything that had been simmering in the back of my mind just fell out in between my gasps for air, the tears that rolled down my face and the soul-wracking spasms of my shoulders. Kelly said nothing as I sobbed in front of her and crawled next to me, pulling her loving arms around me as I let it all go. Her touch, God bless her, was the most comforting, maternal embrace I've ever had and it filled me up with love even as my heart unburdened itself of its pain. For a very long time, I don't know how long really, my daughter just held me there and cooed soft, incoherent words into my ear as I hugged her back with all my might. We didn't go into The Fold, but it was one of those truly isolated experiences where the world really did seem to come to a screeching halt just for us. Finally, though, I had cried it all out of my system and I took a long, cleansing breath to regain my composure. Kelly continued to hold me there and we just quietly enjoyed each others' presence until my breathing returned to normal. I let go of my daughter and leaned back just a bit to take in the beauty of her. I gently, almost reverently stroked her left cheek with my palm and said, "You are absolutely amazing, do you know that?" I leaned forward to kiss her right after I said, "Thank you." The kiss was heartwarming and loving and gentle and full of promise, but there was not a hint of sexuality to it. It was what some might call a "soul kiss", a kiss from so deep within you that it most probably came from the essence which keeps you alive. When the kiss broke, Kelly smiled at me with so much love that it felt like my own heart would burst. "I meant it, Dad. I love you." "I love you, too, Kitten," I said honestly. Until then, though, I don't think I ever really appreciated just how true it was. I would always love her as my daughter, the way that a father should, but now there was a deeper love that was separate and apart from my paternal love. A lop-sided grin appeared on my face as I added, "And I ought to: you're my wife, now." Kelly giggled at that, knowing how absurd and naughty it was to say that to my own daughter, but it was the truth after all. "You know what?" she said. "I have a feeling that, if Mom really is looking down on us right now, she'd be perfectly okay with this. With us." I bussed her again with a quick kiss and said, "God, I hope so." "So... are you okay now?" she asked, looking deeply into my eyes and searching for any sign of the pain I held just moments before. I closed my eyes and searched my own soul, looking deep within myself. What I found was nothing but Kelly and the love she felt for me. The pain, the sense of loss, the confusion, the self-loathing... all of it was completely and utterly gone. And as I did this, I found that I had entered into a state of absolute clarity. Each thought and emotion came to me, pure and undiluted, without the filters I had before. I opened my eyes and stared back at those perfect, slate-gray eyes of hers and nodded slowly but with conviction. "I do believe I am." Kelly slipped into my sleeping bag with me as easily as a snake slides into a hole and cuddled up next to me. She heaved a sigh of relief as I wrapped my arms around her lovingly. "Good," she said into my neck as she nuzzled into it. "Now let's get some sleep, okay? We're both tired and tomorrow's gonna be a big day." I kissed the top of Kelly's head in thanks and heaved a big sigh of my own. In a matter of minutes I had gone from guilt-ridden remorse to utter contentment. Only the love of a daughter could do that. "Thank you, sweetheart," I said quietly. Kelly hugged me tighter and then released her hold on me some. "Anything for you, Dad. Anything." It wasn't long before we fell asleep in that big, empty house, holding each other in our arms while warmly ensconced inside my sleeping bag. ----------------------------------------------------------------- I woke the next morning with our arms still wrapped around each other as the first rays of sunlight began to flood the emptied living room. For a long time I just watched the top of my baby's head with a happy smile on my face while she dozed quietly on my chest. The last time I had my daughter fall asleep actually lying on my chest was when she was just a little girl of maybe five or six years old. She had been so innocent then, so unaware of the troubles the world could assail her with. Her tiny arms back then had been splayed over my chest in complete trust and faith that I would protect her while she slept. And I did, every time. Actually, I never stopped. From birth right up till now I have devoted myself to keeping my priceless daughter safe from harm. No matter what papers we carried or how we loved each other physically, she would always be my little girl in need of protection and the strength of her dad. A few minutes later Kelly began to stir to wakefulness and cuddled up even closer to me. As close as we were and as naked as I was, I could feel Kelly's body practically molded to mine. I started to stroke her lower back gently as I said, "Good morning, baby girl. Did you sleep well?" I noted with absolutely no surprise, as my hand moved lower down her spine, that she was not wearing any underwear beneath her nightie. Kelly moaned appreciatively and curled a naked thigh up mine until it bumped against my member, which had already begun to harden in response to the close physical contact. "Mmm, yes. I slept like a baby." I let out a small chuckle at that. "Interestingly enough, that's exactly what I was thinking of just before you woke up." "Hmm?" my daughter replied sleepily. "I was remembering the last time you fell asleep on my chest like this. You were just a little girl back then," I said with a smile as she looked up at me with big, blinking eyes. Her gray irises held me with a loving gaze. "Not so little anymore, am I?" she asked rhetorically and with a playful smile on her perfect lips. I felt her hand pull away from the side of my rib cage and slide down towards my groin. "Your innocent little girl wouldn't have done this back then, would she?" she asked seductively as her hand wrapped around my now-hardened cock. Kelly squeezed my shaft. "Looks like we're not the only ones awake right now." My daughter tilted her head up and kissed me on the lips. When our lips parted I said, "Dear god, girl, is that the only thing you ever think of?" Kelly squeezed my cock again and rubbed her thigh against mine a bit more intently. "Are you kidding me?" she asked. "I haven't gotten a rise out of you in a month. I'm sure as hell not gonna let this thing go to waste now!" In a deft move, she rolled over on top of me, trapping me under her while the two of us were still inside that infernal sleeping bag. Her thighs now on either side of mine, I could feel the smooth skin of my daughter's flat stomach resting on top of my fully engorged penis. Apparently her nightie had ridden up much higher than I thought while we slept. "Mm.. good morning, Daddy," she cooed sexily as her hands pulled my face down to meet hers for another kiss. I didn't resist her in the slightest this time and kissed her back. While our tongues danced happily for several seconds I took the opportunity to unzip the sleeping bag so that our bodies could move more freely. Once completely unfettered, my hands found a happy resting spot on her ass cheeks while we kissed deeply. "What? No foreplay?" I asked coyly. Kelly's body glided forward on top of mine until her naked and shaven pussy rested over my drooling cock. "Not on your life," she growled as she slid herself backwards so that the tip of my cock rested just inside her wet lips. "I've got you right where I want you, Dad, and I'm not letting you go until you give me at least one load of cum." "Just one?" I asked playfully and hitched my hips up and towards her waiting pussy. My cock slid home within her folds, but only the first two inches of it. I pulled her ass cheeks apart slightly and felt the lips of her pussy tighten just the tiniest bit over my cockhead. Kelly forced the sleeping zipper down as she sat up, still keeping just those two inches of me inside her wonderfully warm and wet cunt, and pulled her nightie completely off, exposing her luscious breasts to the morning light. As her hands pressed down on my chest while mine continued to hold her ass, I drank in her lovely sight. "Well," she said as she lowered herself even further down my shaft, "if you happen to have more than that, of course I'll be more than happy to accept it." She smiled wickedly as she rolled her hips and my cock sank further into her depths. She leaned her head back, her back arched and her breasts high and proud, and let out a satisfied groan. I visually feasted on my lovely, beautiful daughter, straddling my hips with my cock buried inside her as the early sunlight transformed her into a goddess before my eyes. "I can't make any promises," I warned her. "After all, it IS a bit early." Kelly pulled out of her wondrously seductive pose and regarded me with a serious gaze. "Well let's just see what we can manage, shall we?" "Yes," I agreed gladly, "let's." My gorgeous daughter began to rise up and down in a steady rhythm on my cock. I just laid there, letting her use me, and appreciated every movement she made. Up and down she posted on me while I held on for fear of ever letting her go, the sound of her ass slapping against my thighs with each downward thrust. Her tempo increased slowly but surely until she was fairly bouncing on top of my groin, grinding her increasingly wet pussy lips against my balls every few seconds. "Oh, God, Dad," she cooed. "You feel so good inside me. Just like this." "You like that?" I asked her and mischievously slapped her buttocks. "You like fucking your Daddy?" Kelly looked down at me with a full heat in her eyes as she rubbed her inner walls all over my shaft. "Oh, fuck, yes!" she gasped. "Yes! I LOVE fucking you, Dad! Oh my fucking God, you feel so BIG like this!" "Hold still," I told her and held her hips in place on the upstroke. Without a word of warning, I began to quickly and forcefully thrust myself into her tight pussy. Her response was immediate, a deep and guttural moan of ecstasy while my cock pummeled her slick honeypot in short rabbit-like strokes. "OH FUCK!" Kelly cried out. "Yes! Just like that, yes! Yes!" I continued thrusting upwards for a few seconds as quickly as I could but stopped abruptly to rest. When I stopped, my daughter looked down at me with wild, puzzled eyes. "What the fuck did you stop for?" she demanded. "Turn around," I gasped breathlessly. "Reverse cowgirl." She started to pull off of my pussyjuice-coated shaft, but I held her in place. "Oh, no no no. Just turn. Slowly, without falling off. Spin." Kelly cocked a curious eyebrow at me but complied wordlessly with my order. The sensation of her cunt slowly spinning on my cock was incredible for both of us, eliciting moans of excitement from both our mouths. When she was completely turned around with her back to me, I said, "Okay. Time to ride, Kelly." "With pleasure!" Kelly said and did exactly that. Within seconds she returned back to the pace she had set a few moments before. She bounced freely up and down on my cock like it was a pogo-stick and I watched with relish as her pussy repeatedly swallowed every inch of it. "Do you like this, Dad?" she asked me. "Do you like watching your cock slide into your daughter's tight, wet pussy?" I sat up so that I could grab hold of her perfect breasts and tweaked her stiffened nipples. As she arched her back in response, I gently bit down on the nape of her neck, right where it connected with her shoulder blades, and clenched my PC muscles, causing my cock to twitch inside her. "You know I do," I growled into her ear and then sucked forcefully on the lobe as I pinched her nipples harder. Without warning, Kelly pulled herself off of me and crawled forward. Like a cat, she leaned forward, her arms outstretched and her ass pointed high up in the air. Her pussy glistened in the morning light with her juices and looked simply wonderful. I reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks as I immediately shoved my face into her waiting pussy and began to run my tongue up and down her slit. Nothing, I tell you, absolutely NOTHING tastes as good as my daughter's pussy juice. And that's not just a father's pride talking, either. After just a few licks, though, my daughter pulled herself away just enough to prevent me from licking further. "Uh-uh," she said playfully and looked back at me. "I said no foreplay, Daddy. Now common I want that cock back inside my pussy now!" I didn't have to be told twice. I jumped up on my knees behind her, my hands slipping down to wrap around her waist, and lined my cock up with her waiting lips. In a single thrust, I watched my cock plunge inside her and disappear, which caused us both to moan again in appreciation. From this position, when I was fully inside her, I could feel the entrance to her cervix bump against the tip of my cock, which is exactly why it was my favorite. I looked down as I pulled out, leaving just the head in, and watched in never-ending wonder as my daughter's incredibly tight inner pussy lips clung to my shaft, the pinkness delightfully contrasted against the white of my cock. "Ooooh, yes, honey. God, what a perfect sight!" I exclaimed. Kelly looked back at me over her shoulder. "Don't just stare at it, Daddy. Fuck me!" I obliged gladly and pushed my throbbing meat back inside her wet folds. I could feel my balls grind against her mons as I pushed in all the way, my cockhead once again tapping on the entrance to her womb. "Tell me how you like it, honey," I said as I started to push in and out of her from behind. Kelly reached down between us with one hand and began to play with her clit while I fucked her mercilessly. "Oh, God, I love it!" she said. "I love feeling my Daddy's cock sliding inside me like this. I love feeling you knock against my cervix, fucking me like the slut that I am. And I am, Daddy. I'm your slut. I'm your fuck slut. Daddy's little cum dumpster," she gasped unexpectedly as I started to really hammer myself into her. "That's it, Daddy! Fuck your daughter. Fuck your baby girl blind! Fuck my pussy, Daddy! FUCK ME HARD!" "Oh, fuck, honey! Keep talking like that!" I hadn't heard her talk like that in ages, but whenever I did, it drove me completely wild. It wasn't like I could ever forget that I was fucking my beautiful, sexy, blonde, petite, large-breasted daughter, but hearing her say it always brought me off like mad. "Are you close, Dad?" she asked. "Are you close to cumming?" "Yes, baby, I am," I answered, my hands now locked in a death grip around her waist. "I'm gonna fucking cum any minute now!" I warned her. "That's right, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me hard! I want you to cum inside me, fill me up and never stop, Dad! Fucking cum inside your little girl's cunt!" I couldn't hold back anymore and felt my consciousness dwindle to almost nothing as my balls surged with cum. I held on for dear life as my body spasmed and shook with the force of my orgasm, slamming my hips against her ass cheeks forcefully with each jolt, bucking and writhing in beautiful agony as my mind shut down and instinct took over. The only thing I could think to do at that moment was to push as deeply inside my daughter's pussy as I could so that every jet of cum that shot forth from my cock would be sent straight towards her cervix, as deep as it could possibly go. I knew, in some distant recess of my mind, that Kelly was on birth control and couldn't get pregnant, but the animalistic thrusts of my hips seemed be to be driven by some remote directive that knew nothing of contraception. Finally, blessedly, my orgasm abated and I fell away from my daughter's cum-filled pussy in a gasping, sweaty mess. I closed my eyes and could see small flashes of light behind the lids as neurons fired wildly within my brain as it tried to cope with the onslaught of pleasure and intense passion we'd both just experienced. Kelly, for her part, fell to the floor where she'd been kneeling on all fours, her limbs splayed out uselessly as she, too, recuperated from our sexual explosion. When I opened my eyes a few seconds later, to make sure that she was okay, I saw that her own body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her breathing was slowing down to something close to normal. My baby girl had passed out from sensual overload. And, finding nothing else better to do at the time, I did, too. We came to some time later and then cuddled atop the mass of sleeping bags for a short while. Before long, though, the business of leaving the house came to mind and we quickly began to clean ourselves up and pack our remaining items. It didn't take long for us to get everything into my new truck and we soon found ourselves standing arm-in-arm in front of our empty house. The feelings of resentment and depression were no longer within me. I could now sense what Kelly had been experiencing all this time, that we were about to set out for a Grand Adventure. Our old lives were behind us now and we had new lives ahead of us, far east in Tennessee. A new future, a new home and a new way of living awaited us well past the Rocky Mountains and all that remained was for us to get out there and meet it head-on. Kelly knelt on our front lawn, brought her fingertips to her lips and planted a kiss on the ground. Without a word between us, we got into the truck and left, never to return again. -------------------------------------------------------- "Dad?" "Yeah, sweetheart," I answered as I pulled my daughter's nude body closer to mine. Discovery of the Moment Ch. 08 Kelly returned the cuddle warmly, gently pushing her perfectly-formed rear end into my groin. "Can you believe that we actually pulled it all off?" I smiled into the darkness and her soft hair. "We put plenty of thought into it, honey," I answered. "More than a year, really. And I like to think that we considered every angle. New names, new home, new lives... Jonathan and Kelly Baker, for all intents and purposes, have fallen off the face of the earth. Now we're just an unorthodox couple, lost in the rural suburbs. John and Kelly Fuller, beautiful younger woman married to a handsome older man. For all the world knows, I was born with a massive trust fund and married a hot trophy wife who had the good sense to fall madly in love with me. No one here knows us, we're far enough away from California that we'll never run into the people we knew and, as far as Johnny Law is concerned, it's all legal." It took two months to lose our old identities and lives, eight months to build the new house and an additional four months to truly settle into our new lives in Tennessee, but our new earth-berm home on a large plot of land with no one around us for miles helped to make up for the inconvenience. It was worth the wait and provided us with plenty of time to get comfortable in a new town. At first, people tried to engage us in conversation, trying to learn as much about us as they could (small-town people are like that, I guess), but we managed to evade them all while remaining polite. After awhile the locals lost their interest in us and just accepted the fact that we were there. Even when the house was completed and we moved in, no one seemed to take much notice and left us alone, which was just fine by Kelly and me. "I can't think of anything we overlooked." Kelly cooed happily. "Neither can I, Dad," she said. "So... now that we've got everything squared away here, when do we begin my training? I've been feeling myself get stronger lately and I haven't had much opportunity to use it. I feel The Fold calling me and I wanna start soon." "We can start tomorrow," I told her. "You've already got some of the basics out of the way, really. All you need to do is learn how to better control it and make it last. Get that down and we move on the Phase Two." Phase One was to get our personal lives situated so that our old identities could be left behind and our new lives could be firmly settled. Phase Two was to start hitting the criminal elements inside the city- starting off with small gangs and then moving on to bigger game like the mob and drug cartels in the local area. The main goal was to get the gangs and criminals to fight amongst each other until they either left town completely or wiped each other out. Either result would be acceptable to us. It was criminals who took Sarah away from us and it was criminals who would suffer the consequences; location was an academic matter of chance, as far as we were concerned. We'd resolved to go after only the big guys- drug dealers, killers, rapists, crooked politicians and other major criminals. Lesser criminals like petty thieves and thugs would be left for the police to take care of. We figured that if we got down to the root of the problem, "organized crime", then the rest would take care of itself. Phase Three was the simplest of all: retirement. We understood that we couldn't eliminate ALL crime, but we were certain that we could make a pretty sizable dent in it and give criminals everywhere considerable cause to avoid the nearby city we'd chosen to protect like the plague. Kelly snuggled in a little more tightly against me and wrapped her soft arms around mine. "I love you, Dad," she said softly. "I love you, too, sweetheart," I replied and then kissed her lovingly on the back of her neck. "Now... we've had a long day getting everything into place around here. Let's get to sleep and see what tomorrow brings." Shortly thereafter we both drifted off to sleep, father and daughter in each others' arms. ------------------------------------- The next morning came much as any other in recent months. I woke, once again, with my lovely daughter naked beside me, with a prayer of thanks on my lips. The sun's rays drifted through our ceiling window and graced us with care as the day began its regular routine. I got out of bed to freshen up in the bathroom and, as usual, by the time I was coming out, Kelly was already on her way to the shower and making herself beautiful. By that point clothes had become a happily forgotten memory around the house (we each had bath robes hanging in the closet by the front door, just in case somebody came by unexpectedly), so we very rarely wasted time on getting dressed except on special occasions. Breakfast was quick and simple oatmeal and, when we'd finished eating and putting the dishes away, Kelly was bright-eyed with anticipation. "So what's the first exercise in my training?" she asked as we settled onto the living room sofa. "Right," I said, happily noting how her nipples were stiff and crinkled in the brisk morning air. It wasn't cold, thanks to the built-in insulation provided by the earth heaped around the house's outer walls, but the temperature was enough to give us goose-pimples sometimes. "First, we focus on your concentration." "How's that?" I held up the remote to the sound system. "With this. I'm going to turn on the stereo as loud as possible, so loud that we can't hear ourselves talk, and when I give you a nod, I want you to try and concentrate on going into The Fold." Kelly gave me a skeptical look, but shrugged. "Okay," she said. "Sounds a little mundane to me, but I'm game. But first, I'd like to know how this exercise is going to help." "Fair enough. The world offers all kinds of distractions- noises, sensations, movement. Part of what we do requires us to concentrate. If we can't focus, then we can't Flip. You have to learn how to filter everything out." "Okay," she replied. "And what then? Once I learn concentration, what comes next?" I wagged a finger at her. "Ta-ta," I said warningly. "One step at a time, my dear. If I tell you what comes next you might start focusing on that instead of the task at hand, which only proves my point: you need to concentrate." Kelly crossed her arms under the bountiful breasts, making them jiggle slightly with the effort, and pouted. "Spoilsport." I chose to ignore that while my cock, ever vigilant to respond to anything even remotely erotic these days due to my youthful exuberance inspired by The Fold, stirred at the sight of my daughter's bosoms wobbling softly. I chose to ignore that, too. "And so we begin," I said without fanfare. With the press of a button, industrial "music" filled the room. I'd already cranked the volume knob up, so the sounds coming out of the speakers were so blaringly loud that we both jerked with surprise. Kelly immediately cupped her ears with her hands, her eyebrows knit in frustration, and tried to say something to me above all the racket. It was no use. Sitting just two feet away from her, I couldn't hear a word she said. Again, she tried to say something, but I simply looked at her and gave a nod of my head. Her mouth opened up once more in protest, but she snapped it shut as she realized that saying anything would do her no good. I watched her for a few seconds as she tried to tune out the din that was blaring from the surround-sound speaker system. Finally, after about a minute, she disappeared from sight and tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I quickly turned off the "music" and smiled up at her. "Very good!" I said. "Now sit down next to me again and we'll try it some more. When you can do it within a few seconds we'll move on to the next step." It took seven more tries before she finally got it down to two seconds between me turning on the stereo and her going into The Fold. When she sat down after the seventh time, she said, "Okay. So what's next?" I pressed another button on the remote, moving to the next disc in the CD changer, and said, "More of the same," as I pressed the Play button. The look on her face at that was priceless and I'm glad that I couldn't hear what she was saying because I'm certain that it was far from lady-like, but she resigned herself to the situation and managed to go into The Fold despite the loud outpourings from Tori Amos. Five attempts earned her an earful of Vivaldi. Eight attempts earned her Van Halen. And just two attempts brought us both some blessed silence. By the time we were done, two hours had elapsed and Kelly seemed to have a fairly good grasp on the concentration-through-noise exercise. It took about a week of testing her reflexes (throwing a basketball at her), physical discomfort (tickling) and multi-tasking (running and then going into The Fold in mid-step) before I declared her fit to work on her own. But her training wasn't complete until I was absolutely certain that she could bring, at first, inanimate objects into The Fold with her and then other lifeforms (insects first and then mice that I'd bought at the local pet store). By the time we were completely through, almost a month later, Kelly could perform at the same level of expertise as me and could even bring me along with her. She kept railing against me the whole time, questioning every exercise that I could devise, but she never gave up, which kept me proud of her. The days were spent getting her prepared for The Big Game (that's what I called our first foray into criminal ass-kicking) and the nights were consumed with limitless amounts of sex and love-making. The sex, I must admit, was always good. I oftentimes felt like running out into the streets and shouting at the top of my lungs, "I'm fucking my daughter and we both love it!" Naturally, I never actually followed through with that impulse, but it was frequently there. The funny thing about our arrangement was that, while I never once stopped considering her as my daughter, our "cover" as husband-and-wife began to take on a very real life of its own. She cooked for me, I provided security for her; she cleaned and I tinkered around the house; she nagged after me to do things and I studiously ignored her nagging (while still doing the things she asked of me, of course)... and there was a level of intimacy that developed over time that only a married couple can know. Subtle things, like knowing what drink your spouse will order when the waiter comes and they're in the latrine or how to maneuver around their personal quirks in the morning routine. She still called me "Dad" or "Daddy" and I still thought of her as my daughter, the beautiful baby girl that I'd changed diapers and mended wounded knees for, but under it all was the unspoken love that two people share for each other which is aside from the love of a father and daughter. Even our lovemaking changed over time to something less than eager lust and more than fleeting romance. There was a sense of permanence to our relationship now and I found myself never wanting to lose it. Practically speaking, I knew that I was significantly older than her and that, eventually, I wouldn't be able to keep up with her, but I never got the sense that she cared about those things. In her mind, it seemed, I was her Man and she needed to be with me, no matter what. I occasionally pointed out younger handsome men when we went out, but she barely registered them and seemed not to care. She only had eyes for me, her father, and didn't seem to be in any hurry to change things. On the one hand, this flattered and humbled me a great deal, but on the other, it gave me pause. I was concerned that my little girl would find herself alone, sooner rather than later, and wouldn't allow herself to grow as a normal woman should in Life. I never spoke of these concerns to her because, frankly, I didn't think she'd appreciate them, but they still niggled at the back of my mind some nights. At the end of the day, however, I only wanted Kelly to be happy and, for that time, she appeared to be utterly blissful with joy and peace. Our forays into crime-fighting, too, were rather mundane in the grand scheme of things. Of course we were jazzed with our first few outings, and the money we netted was spectacular ($200,000 in less than a month is nothing to scoff at and by the time we were through we'd amassed another $2.6 million with our vigilante proceeds), but after a few weeks of our adventures, it began to feel less like an adventure and more like a job. The news services got wind of what was happening, with no explanations I might add, and that satisfied us a great deal. Things cranked up a notch when we started to focus our attention on local politicians and corrupt civil servants, naturally. Word began to spread that our city was to be avoided for the criminal elements, which was our ultimate goal. But despite every victory and flawless triumph, things still seemed to ring a bit hollow. Months passed, crime rates dropped like a rock and we suddenly found ourselves both financially richer and paradoxically less busy. Crime had dropped so low in our area that, for all intents and purposes, we were left with virtually nothing to do or combat except our own boredom. On the one hand it was a blessing to be rid of such prevalent crime in our area, but on the other it was a bit of a let-down. Politicians resigned, crime bosses left town, corrupt police got imprisoned... everything we could have hoped for and more, really, resulted from our efforts, but it left us wanting in the long run. After almost a year of crime-fighting and baffling everyone on the planet, we decided to initiate Phase Three: retirement. By then Kelly was twenty-two, but neither of us really looked our age because the effects of The Fold kept us young and vital. And even the decision to retire had an undercurrent of lack-luster enthusiasm. Instead of going out to a posh restaurant for celebration, we elected to stay at home and cook dinner for ourselves. The meal itself was nice and it was elegant, in a homey sort of way, but it wasn't anything to write home about. December 13, 2010 was the day that we retired from making the lives of every criminal in our area miserable and, in the end, it was destined to end in elation. As we finished consuming our desert that evening (cheesecake that had been imported from New York which, admittedly, was a bit of a splurge), Kelly said in an manner as though she would announce that she wanted to get a new shirt, "I think I want to have a baby." She got up from her seat, dessert plate in hand, came over to my place at the dinner table and retrieved mine for me. "I'll take these to the sink and be back in a few minutes." And there she left me, for the longest five minutes of my life, to ruminate on this bombshell that she'd just dropped on me. My mind was awhirl with all kinds of conflicting emotions and thoughts on the matter. She wanted to have a child? I considered the problem in as detached a manner as I could manage at the time. Okay. Let's face it: she's not getting any younger and probably doesn't want to wait until she's thirty to start having kids. That's reasonable and perfectly natural. But I presumed that she meant that she wanted to have a child with ME, which was a bit of sticky point. Intellectually, I knew that it COULD be done; lots of other people in the past have had incestuous children before with no maladies or deformations at all. Statistically speaking, the chances of having a healthy baby with my daughter were upwards of 90%, if the geneticists were to be believed. But why me and not someone closer to her age who could keep up with both her and a child? By the time the child turned 18 I'd be well into my sixties, for crying out loud! But, then again, why NOT me? I was the only significant male in her life (unless you count the post man and he'd barely exchanged ten words with us since we moved into our new home), I have proven countless times that I love her, I have just as much vested interest in keeping her time-stopping ability a secret as I do about mine, and I was wealthy enough to provide a comfortable life to our child. The whole incest issue, from a societal point of view, was nothing to worry about- we'd indulged in incest for so long that, by now, we weren't worried about it and no one knew that she was my daughter anyway so nobody could cry foul. So the only negatives to her proposal were the potential health risks to the baby and my age (which, honestly, really wasn't that much of an issue thanks to the rejuvenating effects of going into The Fold). I thought about it a bit more. Was it worth the risk, just to make my daughter happy and give her a baby? Children with congenital health problems are born to non-related couples often enough- Parkinson's Disease, Downs Syndrome, hemophilia, hemochromotosis... those were all common genetic disorders which appeared in "normal" babies all the time. Being her father, I knew that Kelly suffered from no such disorders and neither did anyone on my side of the family tree. So I guessed that the chances are very good that any child I sired with my daughter would be healthy and fit as can be. Kelly came back into the living room and took a seat caddy-corner from mine. She took one of my hands in hers and said, "Of all the people I know, Dad, you're the best man I've ever met. Any guy I ever meet will always be compared to you, consciously or unconsciously. We've had this wonderful relationship for almost three years now and I know that I can trust you in every possible way. So why go looking for water when I'm standing right next to the well, right? Dad... will you be the father of my children?" My back stiffened and I fixed my daughter with wide eyes. "Children? Plural?" A wisp of a smirk formed on her beautiful lips. "Well, a girl can hope, can't she?" I took a deep breath and focused on calming my heart, which was racing considerably at the notion that I may be a father yet again. "Are you absolutely SURE that you want this?" I asked her. The sly grin spread quickly into a full smile and my heart melted at the sight of it. "Listen, Dad, as far as the outside world knows, you're my husband. Don't husbands and wives end up having children eventually?" "Well, sure, but-" "What?" she cut me off. "Are you worried that we'd make ugly babies together?" She leaned over to me and planted a soft, loving and yet deeply passionate kiss on my lips which, for a fleeting moment, left me feeling whimsical and dreamy. I shook my head, however, and found my wits. "Of course not, Kitten. Any child that you and I produce will undoubtedly be beautiful and a true gift to the world." "Then why hesitate?" she asked reasonably. At that I looked down at our hands, which were still intertwined on the dinner table, and found that I didn't have a good answer to her question. So I looked back up at her, a smile on my face, and asked, "So when do we begin?" Kelly squeal liked a little girl but quickly got herself under control. "That's my daddy," she whispered with joy on her face. I could literally feel the love flowing out of her hands and into mine as she said it. But, suddenly, she seemed to draw up short and grew somber. "What?" I asked. "What is it?" Her look became bashful and she wouldn't look me in the eye anymore. "Dad, I have a small confession to make. But, in light of our decision, I hardly see how it makes any difference now..." As I studied her, I felt a growing unease develop within my gut as realization began to dawn. I then suspected what she was about to tell me. "Ohhhh, Kelly... you didn't." "Well, the thing is, Dad, I kinda guessed what your reaction would be, so... yeah... uhm... I stopped taking my birth control about two weeks ago." She slowly brought her eyes up to meet mine again and said, even more softly, "Right about now I should be fertile as a turtle."