0 comments/ 64929 views/ 14 favorites Time Will Tell... By: edmead Kim had been staying with Sarah and me for a couple of weeks. She had caught her husband cheating while they were trying to have a baby. Kim's biological clock was ticking faster and faster, but her husband wasn't as excited about he prospect of having kids as Kim was. To be fair to Tim, Kim had gained a bunch of weight over the past few years. She was still attractive, but certainly not the hot piece of ass he fell in love with. The way Sarah and I figured it, Tim lost interest, but didn't have the courage to admit it. Kim was staying with us until she figured things out. The backstory isn't as interesting as what happened next. Sarah and I have a fairly exciting sex life. Sarah likes to experiment and her most recent purchase was a set of restraints for the bed. Soft, but secure, wrist and ankle cuffs. I had tried them out a few times, but Sarah really enjoyed being restrained during sex. To be honest I wasn't too interested in using them because I like Sarah on top. Nevertheless Sarah wasn't shy about showing them to Kim. Sarah had to work on Saturday, leaving me to sleep in. When Kim heard Sarah drive off she came into our bedroom and loosened the cuffs. She then proceeded to fasten each around my various limbs. I was fast asleep and didn't realize anything was amiss until she tightened the second leg restraint. At first I thought Sarah was playing around and moaned, "Not again, I am pooped." Kim hurried and tightened both of the wrist restraints and said, "We'll see about that." My eyes shot open as I realized I was NOT at Sarah's mercy, but her best friend Kim's mercy. I begged her to let me go. But she told me I might as well enjoy it. She used a pair of scissors to cut my underwear off, leaving my flaccid penis exposed. I watched as Kim climbed off the bed and began to undress. She wasn't unattractive, but she was big. Her breasts were huge, but her belly was so big it offset any sort of arousal I might have had. Once she was completely naked Kim climbed on top of me and said, "Sarah tells me you like being on bottom." She began rubbing my chest as her vagina rested on top of my penis. She was sopping wet, ready for sex. Kim then explained, "I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. If you don't want to make love we don't have to." She began sliding her vagina up and down my crotch, then she reached around behind her back and began massaging my balls. I started to get hard. I tried to argue, but Kim kept telling me to be quiet by holding her finger to her lips and saying, "shhhh". Kim could feel my arousal and she responded by saying, "That's it, I knew you wanted me." I couldn't help but get harder and harder as her lips wrapped around my shaft running up and down, her fluids leaking all over me. Kim leaned forward and began kissing me. I didn't kiss her back, but when she leaned forward I could feel the tip of my penis against her vagina. It was pressing into her, I could have wiggled away, but I didn't. I left it there, part of me wanted to feel inside of her. Just as I began realizing what I was doing I stopped pursing my lips and let her tongue inside of my mouth. She was kissing me and I began kissing her back. Just as the tip of my penis was at the threshold of her vagina and my tongue was in her mouth, I could feel her unfastening my wrist restraints. My arms were free before I knew it. I was still kissing her and the head of my penis was sliding farther and father into Kim. I grabbed her arms and began to push her away, but as I did I began to penetrate her. Kim arched her back as my penis slid farther and father into her. I could have stopped it, but I didn't. Once I was completely inside of her she leaned back and removed each of the restraints on my ankles. She then leaned forward and began riding my cock. I couldn't help but enjoy it. Her breasts were bobbing wildly over me and I could think of nothing more I wanted to do than hold them. I took each of them in my hands and squeezed. Then I lifted my body and began kissing them. Kim leaned forward and said, "I want you on top." She rolled off of me and for a split second I didn't know what to do. Kim said, "Please, make love to me." Without thinking about it further I positioned myself between her legs and began pounding her with my cock. She was so vocal, so appreciative I could barely contain my own excitement as I came inside of her. Kim looked satisfied and I laid down next to her. Kim propped herself up on her elbow and asked, "What do you think Sarah will think about that?" I was shocked, "But, I didn't..." Kim interrupted, "Didn't do what? Didn't have intercourse with me? You weren't restrained. Didn't cum inside of me? No one made you. Didn't impregnate me? Only time with tell on that one..." Time Will Tell Marvin did not feel well as he stepped down from the time travel capsule. There was something wrong with his vision. Everyone was naked for one thing and there were too many colors. The woman bent over to pick up a dropped paper was a royal blue for god's sakes. Even her asshole and pussy were blue. The man standing next to her was sea green. The young lady answering the phone was a beautiful teal blue. Marvin rubbed his eyes but it did not help. He shook his head but that just made him dizzy. He leaned over, looked at the bank of clocks on the far wall of the time capsule, and realized his mistake. It read 2225 not the 2025 that he had intended. He had gone two hundred years farther than he had ever meant to go. Thirty years was one thing but two hundred and thirty was something else altogether. Thirty years would have put him beyond all statues of limitations and made him a free man. Two hundred and thirty years was a nightmare with no way back. Time travel was a one shot, one-way deal. "May I help you sir?" A soft female voice asked from his left. He turned toward the voice and was eyeball to tits with a very tall beautiful rose red woman. "I.... Uh... I," he stammered as his eyes feasted on the delicate rose shades of her perky little breasts. "Who are you?" The sea green man asked. "And what the heck is that thing doing in my office?" "A better question is how did he get that thing in here." The royal blue lady said. Marvin had hoped to slip away quietly once he had negotiated time but it was not working out that way. His clothes were a dead give away, as was his natural skin color. What should he do now, he wondered as he realized that everyone was staring at him. "Why is he that color and why is he wearing clothes in public?" Someone else asked. "Pervert!" Someone yelled from the back of the growing crowd. "Hey now, there is no call for that," Marvin said as he backed up to the door of the time capsule. "I'm kind of new around here and I don't know the customs." "How odd," the rose colored lady said. "Isn't it just?" The blue lady agreed. "Someone call the protectors," the green man said loudly. "Protectors? Who are the protectors?" Marvin asked even though he figured they were the cops of this time and place. "They are the ones that protect and serve of course." The rose lady told him with a confused look on her face. "Everyone knows that." "Yeah, right. Only I know them by another name." Marvin replied as he turned and picked up his set of semi-automatic pistols. If he was going to have a run in with the cops, he was going to be prepared. He slipped a gun in each side of the waistband of his trousers and pulled his coat closed over them. Naked cops should not be much of a problem, he thought with a wolfish grin. "Is there a problem here?" A deep voice asked from the far end of the room. Marvin turned still grinning. His eyes searched the far end of the room for a second and then the grin disappeared as his mouth dropped open. What the fuck, was all his mind could say, as he took in the metal giant looming over everyone. "Yes! We have a strange person here that doesn't belong," the sea green man said as the protector advanced. "Please clear the room, danger is imminent!" The metal monster said as Marvin grabbed the rose colored lady and held her nude body in front of him. Marvin had not drawn either of his guns yet; he was waiting to see what the robot would do next. He did not like violence, especially violence involving women but he did not seem to have any choice. The protector held his ground until the room cleared. Once the last person was out of sight he seemed to slump a bit. Marvin was studying the machine trying to see if any weapons were evident. He could distinguish none. Time seemed to drag by. Ten minutes and then twenty went by with nothing from the protector. Marvin was worried about more of them arriving. Something had to give here. He needed to get clear of this machine and this building. He had to make an escape. He had not come all this way or rather across this much time to be back where he had been in the first place. The burglary of the science building had been stupid but at the same time, it would have been very fruitful if he had pulled it off. Someone had left a personal alarm in the main lab that was not connected to the main alarm. He had set the thing off without knowing it. The cops had surrounded him until he found the time capsule. He had seen some video of the thing on the news. He stalled the cops with several well-placed shots and a threat to burn the lab down while he tried to figure out how to make it work. Powering it up was the hardest part. After that, he had just set the clocks and pushed the start button. The clocks were his downfall. There were four of them and he had made a mistake. Now he was right back where he started, in trouble with the law. Marvin eased to his right pulling the hapless woman along in front of him toward an open glass door. He had only made a step or two when the door closed and he heard the snick of a lock. He looked around recklessly. There were no other doors except the one behind the protector. He thought frantically trying to formulate a plan. There were only two options. One was past the protector and the other was back into the capsule. It would not go anywhere but it had a strong door and he had a hostage. If nothing else, she had information and information was priceless, at the moment. The protector was still slightly slumped and that bugged Marvin. He could not understand why the cop was not talking to him. The robot should have been trying to get him to release the woman. Again he wondered if the thing was waiting for reinforcements or maybe even orders. Marvin backed toward the capsule door. It was a dead end he knew but somehow it felt better than trying to get past the metal monster. The protector had done nothing too or about Marvin but that only made the thing scarier in his mind. The woman did not resist as Marvin pulled her into the capsule and shut the door. In fact, she had not resisted at anytime and had not spoken a word or made a sound. Now that he had a second to think about it, it was strange. "What's wrong with you?" He asked the woman as he released her. She stood where he left her and seemed to be in some kind of trance or mentally shutdown state. Marvin walked around the woman looking at her from all sides. She was beautiful even if she was a strange color. Small cone shaped breasts, narrow hips, and a tiny waist. Her sex was hairless and she had a fabulous heart shaped ass. Long legs and narrow long feet added to her beauty. Marvin gave a shiver as he pictured her long tall lanky body in a soft bed with him. He had always loved tall lanky women. They were so flexible and seemed to fit with his short wiriness. The positions they could get in. "Hello! Anybody home?" He asked as he waved a hand in front of her face. There was no reaction. With a smirk, he reached up and pinched her right nipple. There was no reaction. He pinched the other nipple with the same result or lack there of. No one was home, seemed to be the answer to his question. So much for information from her, he thought as he sat down in the only seat. Well maybe not, he now knew that she was not painted as he had first assumed. The color was in and not on her skin. How had people gotten to be all colors? Pink, brown, red, yellow, black, white, those he could understand. This rose color he could go with maybe, but sea green and royal blue. "I sure could use some information here," he said to the woman. "How can I be of help?" She asked in reply but the voice was not the same as it had been earlier. It was deeper and had the same inflection as the protector. "Uh.... What's your name?" Marvin asked hoping he was wrong about the voice. "I'm sergeant 124 at your service." Came the reply. "You're the protector right?" Marvin asked with a groaning sound in his voice. "I have control of this body, yes." "Uh, yeah, ok. Exactly what does that mean?" Marvin asked as a cold chill ran up and down his spine. A cop that could control another body, why didn't he just take me over, Marvin wondered. Maybe he needed to be invited in or something. "It means I have moved Miss Young's memories, personality, and sample DNA to a safe place. I protect and serve." "Interesting," Marvin whispered to himself. "I'm glad you think so sir, I find it a little bothersome that I had to do it. Miss Young is being deprived of her rights as we speak." The protector replied. "You really didn't need to take her hostage you know." "No, I didn't know. I'm new here and you scared the hell out of me," Marvin said. "New? I do not understand how anyone can be new to a world they have lived in for what appears to be thirty-eight years if I read you right. In addition, why would hell be in you in the first place? This thing knew how old he was somehow, a scan of some sort maybe. Calling it a thing, with the lovely rose lady standing in front of him, seemed oddly distracting. But then again she really was not home at the present time it seemed. "I've lived that long alright but not here," Marvin told the protector. "There is nowhere else to live, sir. That is unless you are an alien from another world and from my medical scans; you seem to be human enough. I'm accrediting the chemical imbalances in your brain to stress, of course." The protector replied. "Not another world, another time." Marvin corrected. "Sir, time travel is not possible." "Maybe not now but it was at one time in the past." "I see," the protector said after a long pause. "Then you must be the Marvin Hicks of the twenty first century." "Uh yeah, that's me," Marvin said and then sighed. "Why can't you people just let me alone. I screwed up, I know but now, I'm way out of my league. All I wanted is a fresh start." "I will have your trial date information in a moment." "Trial date? What the hell can you charge me with? There's a statue of limitations on burglary for god's sake," Marvin said as he rubbed his eyes and slumped in the chair. "You were made a precedence case since you used time to escape. A trial was started in your absence, and then put on hold until you were captured in the future. There can be no limitation put on a pending trail or the case before it." "What! What kind of legal mumbo jumbo is that?" Marvin asked standing up quickly. "Mumbo jumbo I don't understand sir but I assure you it is legal in all three countries of the world." "Three countries of the world? What the heck happened to the rest of them?" Marvin asked. "They were consolidated, sir, into the East, the West, and of course China." The protector told him. "Uh.... Where are we?" "The West, sir. "So now what?" Marvin asked as he shook his head slowly. "You give yourself up and surrender your firearms of course. That is the only sane thing to do." Marvin chuckled. "Sane? Who told you I was sane? I've been crazy and wild all my life." "We can now repair that, sir." The rose woman/protector replied. "What if I don't want to be repaired? What if I like being crazy, that it's normal for me." "Crazy is not normal, sir," the protector replied. "Crazy is a medical problem that can be resolved." "I don't want to be resolved, I want to be left alone!" Marvin said hastily and harshly. "After your trial this will be considered," the protector said. "Please surrender your weapons and open the door. You will not be harmed in any way, you have my word on that." "The word of a metal monster, what's that worth?" "I am as human as you are. I wear the body of a protector proudly and my word is my bond. I speak for the law and the law speaks for the people." The protector told him. "The law, now there is a joke. The man with the money can walk on anything, but a poor slob like me is fucked from the word go." "Times have changed, sir. The law can no longer be bought or sold with anything but the truth and justice." "Justice? Whose justice would that be? The justice that made my mother a drug addict and my old man a murderer. Or the justice that never let me catch a break in my life. How about the justice of my being on my own and on the streets since I was a little kid. Show me the justice in all that." "Like I said, times have changed, sir. There are no more drug addicts, no more murder, no more homeless or forgotten. Everyone has their place in this world and their freedom to do with it as they please." "Yeah, right!" Marvin said sarcastically. "And pigs can fly." "Uh, no sir, pigs never could fly, nor can they now," the protector stated in a deadpan voice. "A figure of speech, you dumb ass," Marvin shot back at him with a shake of his head. It was hard for Marvin to think of a him when the beautiful rose colored lady stood there naked in all her glory. Then a question from earlier came back. This time he asked, "Since you can control this young lady, why don't you just control me?" "You are in human form," came the reply. "Uh, say what? If she ain't human, then what is she?" "What you are seeing is Miss Young's clone body. Her street/work/out of the home, body. Her real body is much too fragile and precious to be allowed out in public. Accidents do happen." "So, if this ain't her real body, how can I be depriving her of anything?" "You are interrupting her work schedule and routine. She will not lose pay because your abduction of her is beyond her control but she is left with nothing to do as long as you have her clone," the protector explained. "Why doesn't she just use another clone?" Marvin asked quickly. "People only get one clone at a time and they are only replaced when severely damaged." "And you people call me crazy. You run around in robots and are too scared to get out in the real world. Talk about your nut cases." "Sir, clones are not robots. They are exact replicates of the owner's real body right down to the genetic code. In fact, they are made using the owners DNA." "Then why is she rose colored and don't tell me she's that color in person," Marvin said hotly as his temper flared. "No, sir, the color you see is a color she likes and it reflects the personality she has chosen to display." Marvin sighed and shook his head. "Like I said, you people are the crazy ones." "This is the sanest time in the history of mankind. There is no war, no hunger, no crime to speak of," the protector said slowly. "Then why are you a cop? No crime would mean no cops." "Any crime today is accidental in nature and not premeditated as it was in your time. Protectors are more arbitrators and investigators than what you knew as cops or policemen. We also help in emergencies and accidents." "Which am I, an accident or an emergency?" Marvin asked sarcastically. "Neither, sir. You are an anomaly." Marvin laughed and shook his head. "The best laid plans of mice and men always seem to go awry," he whispered. "Yes sir, and that is why we are here," the protector said. "Now, if you will open the door, release Miss young, and surrender your weapons, we can let the rest of the people here get back to their lives." Marvin slumped in the chair and sighed deeply. "I can't win for losing," he whispered and then asked, "How are the jails here?" "There are no jails, sir." "Then where are you going to lock me up," Marvin asked in confusion. "You will not be locked up. You will accompany me to protector headquarters, some paperwork will be filled out, and your trial will begin shortly there after. After the trial the sentence will be carried out and then you are a free man." "A free man? A free man with a tinkered with brain, you mean. That's not free, that's.... I really don't have a word for it." "Repaired and normal," the protector offered. "Like I said before, normal for who? Normal for you or normal for me? I don't want to be you, I want to be me." There was a long pause and then the protector said, "I think something can be arranged but you need to come out." "What kind of something?" Marvin asked quickly. The first ray of hope shining dimly. "I am working on that as we speak," the protector said. "A sanctuary for you. Your own space, so to speak. "Now we're talking," Marvin said with a grin. "We have been talking, sir." Marvin shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Again, a figure of speech." "Yes sir, if you say so sir. Now will you open the door?" Marvin got up and walked over to the rose colored lady. "Do you just control this body or do you feel what it feels?" "I just control it sir." Marvin reached up and put a hand on each shoulder of the rose colored body. His hands caressed their way down her arms and then back up to the shoulders. "She has a fine body here," he said softly. "It is one of the best we can make at this time," the protector replied. Marvin moved his hands down to cup and then gently squeeze the small breasts in front of him. He leaned forward and licked one nipple and then the other. He sucked on one nipple and then released it. He sighed and shook his head. "It would be much better if she could feel that and react to it." As a thought crossed his mind, Marvin asked, "If people stay in the privacy of there homes, what do they do about sex?" "Sex is for procreation and is limited to only a few to keep population numbers under control," the protector replied. "The low death rate dictates that." Marvin's eyes narrowed. "No sex ever for most people? Is that what you are saying? If so, then why don't they have sex with the clones or in their clone forms? That's what I would do." "There is no need for sex," the protector stated flatly. Marvin laughed and squeezed the rose ladies tits again. He released her breasts, ran his hands over her belly, and then caressed her hips. "Only someone who has never had sex would make such a statement," Marvin whispered as he moved around behind the rose ladies clone body. "The same chemicals, hormones, and endorphins can be stimulated directly in the brain today," the protector said. "There is no need for sex." Marvin put his hands on the clone's shoulders again and sighed as he ran his hands up and down her back. "What happened to human contact? For me, there is nothing more wonderful than the feel of a woman's body. Then there is the soft and sometimes not so soft noises she makes as I caress and arouse her." "Human contact causes conflict," the protector said. Marvin chuckled as his hands caressed the lovely ass in front of him. "Yes, human contact is what makes humans, human. We are what we are and eventually, there will be disputes as you called them. It's what makes the world go round and how we improve ourselves." There was a lag in the conversation again, so Marvin took the time to run a fingertip up and down the cleft of the rose ladies ass. He felt the crinkled ring of her anus and paused the fingertip to tickle and tease it. It felt real enough and felt hot and tight as he probed it gently. He moved back around in front of the lady and knelt down. His eyes were on level with her sex. He brushed the backs of his fingers over her mound and then did the same to her plump outer lips. There was no sign of inner lips or a clit at the top of her slit. The slit itself was tightly closed. "Does this thing actually work?" He asked a moment later. There was no answer for several minutes and then it came, "Yes sir, everything works. It is an exact duplicate of Miss Young down to the finest detail." "And Miss Young feels everything the clone does?" Marvin asked. "Yes, sir," came the answer. Marvin used a fingertip to part the outer lips and ran it up and down in the silky smooth folds covering her slit. He found the bundle of nerves above where her clit should be and moved it back and forth slowly. He really hadn't felt her clit as such. Time Will Tell With a grin he asked, "I wonder what Miss Young would think and feel as I played with her pussy. I wonder if she would consider it better or worse than the direct brain stimulation you talked about." "I have no way of knowing, sir," the protector replied. Marvin reversed his finger and wiggled it lower to find Miss Young's opening. He was surprised to find it damp and slippery. He probed the opening and was even more surprised to find the hymen still intact. "I wonder if hers is also intact?" Marvin whispered aloud. "Most probably sir, unless she had an accident that ripped it," the protector said. "So almost everyone is a virgin, then. How about you sergeant, are you a virgin?' There was a pause and then the protector replied, "Yes sir, I am." Marvin stifled a laugh and whispered, "In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is king." "Sir?" the protector asked. Marvin did laugh this time and shook his head as he stood up. "Never mind, just a wandering mind." He was thoughtful for a second and then asked, "Will there be a memory of me exploring Miss Young's clone available to her when she returns?" Again, there was a pause. A minute later came the reply. "I honestly don't know." Marvin nodded. "And I think you are a very honest man," Marvin said as he pulled the two pistols out of his waist band and laid them on the console of the time capsule. "Thank you, sir," the protector said. Marvin grinned as he turned back to the rose colored lady and suck one nipple delicately and then the other. With a sigh and a smile he said, "I hope she does find the memory." Then he turned and opened the door. "Time to pay the piper," he said as he stepped outside. ***** Everything the protector had said went like clockwork. The paperwork was a snap, the trial short and sweet, and the sentence... well, it was a little weird. Marvin was released into his own little private world. He had a house, a yard, and a female companion. She was not a clone; he had been informed right off the bat. She, like him had refused treatment of any sort. Her name was Velvet and as frisky as a puppy. She wasn't tall, just the opposite in fact. She was short and wiry like he was but that didn't seem to matter. They could and did get just as tangled up as he ever had been with a tall lanky woman. Life was good and life was easy. The only thing that stuck out from the ordinary, was the rose colored lady that came to the edge of his enclosure and stood staring in. Marvin knew exactly who she was but had a hard time explaining her to Velvet. Over time, Miss Young was not the only one to visit, which made him wonder if word of mouth was spreading something that some might not want spread. Oh well, that was the way of human nature. People are never satisfied with what they have. Maybe except for Marvin that is. He was free and happy and that was all he ever wanted. Time Will Tell Pt. 01 This tale is borrowed from the story written by NaughtyVisions' "Meeting Daddy in the Past" as I, being a romantic, saw a slightly different angle to take that I thought might be fun. I won't claim originality and thank Naughty for sparking this idea. ***** My name is Adrianna, I'm 19 years old and something of a nerd in a movie star's body. Well, at least that's what my daddy, John, says. I prefer not to talk about myself, but to give you an idea, I'm built kinda like Charlize Theron, except I got a bit more up top. I'm not huge by any means - a 34C - but combined with my curly blonde hair and blue eyes daddy says I could star in movies if I wanted to. But, that's not the life I'm seeing down the road. I'm nearing graduation with a physics major at a major university thanks to a stellar homeschool program daddy put me on early in life. I could have graduated high school way back when I was 11 or 12, but daddy didn't think that would help me socially. That was the story he told me before I turned 18, though it took another year to realize daddy and I would take a different social path than most people. Anyways, I know I'll be in school a bit longer as there's graduate school then a PhD program. I've already incurred a few looks of disdain from professors trying to steer me away from what I believe to be my life's work: perfecting time travel. I don't say this to ring bells and proclaim to the world of my amazing discovery when in reality it wasn't that hard a problem to solve. I really have to be careful who I reveal this to, but I've made some discoveries that include planetary alignment and peak gravitational forces that can alter the Earth's orbit of the sun. This isn't a regular occurrence, but something I worked through and realized when I was 13. I mentioned it to a homeschool friend, but he laughed and said I was just experiencing my first period. I didn't care, because I knew it to be true and knew also the distortion would reappear every three years. By age 16 I had built a functional, though simple time machine. With it I transported a frog in a pink knit sweater back 20 years to where I lived then, and now. Daddy received the house as an inheritance from his mother so I knew he lived in it all his life. I talked to daddy one day and brought up the frog in a pink sweater, not telling him what I did mind you. Just talking silly to see if it stirred up anything in his memory. Sure enough! He mentioned a time 20 years ago when he saw this strange looking frog sitting on the dresser in his bedroom one morning and how it remained motionless for about 20 minutes. That strangely clad frog then went POOF! It disappeared as he was looking at it and trying to decide what to do with it! He talked with such animation in his voice - mom scoffed at him and said something about how my daddy spent too much time as a young man experimenting with drugs. I knew better, and besides, I liked that look in daddy's eyes when he told the story. To be honest, I thought he looked cute. But then I was always drawn to daddy's good looks - I got his blue eyes, though my fair skin and blonde locks come from mom. Daddy was dark complexioned, his family originally lived in northern Italy before immigrating to the United States. Daddy was about 6-foot, 2-inches, around 180 pounds; solid though not hugely muscular. In fact, I'd joke with him and suggest he would be the leading man if I were ever in the movies. "Farrah darling, I'll be your Lee Majors anytime you're ready to dazzle Hollywood with your good looks," he would say to me. I'd blush at the thought of being swept up into his arms and kissed, though I wasn't ready to admit it to him. Yeah, I liked daddy a lot, and later that feeling turned into a deep romantic love. As I said before, I'm in my 19th year, and I think the biological clock was ticking in mom's head. She began to get very bitchy; dad couldn't do anything to please her, to the point she was constantly putting him down. Mom was a good looking lady, but she had the brain of a turnip. I was lucky, I got her looks and daddy's brain. Daddy would confide in me of how stressed out he was. Money wasn't an issue, though he worked as a highly successful architect, the inheritance made life easy and predictable. "Sugar, I don't know what to do with your mother, I think she's just sticking around devising a way to take me for whatever she can get." Daddy said he made her sign a pre-nuptial agreement years ago, and though they fought about it, he had to insist as his standard of living was far above what she came from. Over the years, daddy showered mom with money, jewels, vacations and beautiful clothes. But, none of it mattered. Mom came into daddy's life from who knew where and maybe she was trying to fill that hole in her heart. To make things worse though, she completely cut off communication with any family she might have had - we never met anyone nor exchanged cards at Christmas. It was as if mom decided to hang all her hopes on dad that she could erase her past and live care-free the remainder of her days. To further compound her growing misery, her bitchy ways had pretty much alienated her from the people who might pass as friends to her, to the point where the past year she was pretty much a loner. "Why can't she be sweet and beautiful like you Darling?" I remember the day he asked me that and how it hatched a thought - a reason for my life's work! "Daddy, I'm sorry you're hurting and that mom is being so mean to you. I've never told you this before, well, not like this, but I love you - like you love mom or perhaps how you did years ago. I'm so proud of you and ... if it's OK I say it, I think you're cute." Even with his Mediterranean good looks daddy couldn't hide the blush. "Thank you Sugar, it sure feels good to get such a sweet compliment - it's been a while for me." We had the house to ourselves that evening as mom was out playing bingo. Daddy snickered for a second saying that's how she sought to improve her brain power. "Daddy, you know my life's ambition and I appreciate you don't tell me time travel can't be done, like everyone else does. But one thing I've never told you before ... remember that frog?" "The one in the pink sweater?" "Yes, daddy. I'm sorry if this shocks or hurts you, but I planted that frog in your past when I was 16 to see if I was on the right track for time travel." It did shock him - "wait a minute Sugar ... are you saying ... that ..." "Yes, daddy, I wanted to test my machine and needed a subject who I knew well - someone I care about so I could check the results." "Where exactly are you going with this research Darling?" "I'm to the point where I'm tweaking and adjusting tiny parts of the machine, and thanks to the centrifuge you donated to the university, I believe I'm ready to make a test jump back in time to prove my calculations correct." Oops. As I said, I'm kind of a nerd and don't always judge how someone might respond to my intellectual musings. Daddy fainted and fell like a sack of potatoes. Thankfully, we were sitting on the couch and he landed in my lap. When he came to, daddy was embarrassed and tried to get up, but I held him still for a moment. "Daddy, I know this is going to sound weird, but thanks in part to you holding me back from college years ago and insisting on my homeschooling, I've been around you a lot. And ... over the years I've developed a crush, at first, and later ... well ... like I said before I'm in love you with you daddy and wish things could be different between us." "Sugar," daddy started then leaped to his feet. "I'm sorry if I ... I didn't mean to lead you into something destructive ... I thought I was being a good father ... I ... what do I say?" "Daddy," I got up and shushed his lips, first with my finger, then for the first time in my life, with a soft, though brief, kiss to his lips. Needless to say that kiss and the tender way I held him got his attention. "Sugar, thank you so much for loving me ... except ... well there's mom and then there's the law or at least moral statutes. Are you really saying what I think you're ..." I didn't let him finish as I leaned in again and kissed him longer this time, I opened my mouth and poked his lips with my tongue. I felt daddy exhale as he gave in to love, the pure love I felt for him. Was it wrong? Is love ever really wrong when it involves two people who are passionately in love with each other? "Adrianna darling, listen to me," daddy said as he pulled away from me. "I love you too, but ... I know you believe your machine will work, but transporting a frog is a lot different than ..." Daddy broke down in tears, and I knew where he was going. "Nothing will happen daddy, my calculations are correct. I know this will work." Still, there was one more matter to resolve. This one could be tricky as it involved a third party. "Daddy, I've got an idea for you to consider - I know mom is making you miserable, in part because you still love her, or at least who she once was. What would you say if I could fix your situation and guarantee your wife would love you for the rest of your life?" "You can do that Sugar? How? Your mom is getting more withdrawn and sullen practically from one day to the next." "Daddy, you've told me how you and mom first met and how I was the result of your third date. But consider if you'd never met her before." "But Sugar, if I'd never met your mom I wouldn't be holding you now." "That's not entirely true daddy." My hands rose to his face as I pulled him close for the deepest, passionate kiss yet. Once again he responded as I fell back on the couch and he covered me with his strong, masculine body. I even felt a hint of arousal from him, though he quickly shifted to where he was lying there beside me outstretched body. "Sugar, I need to know what you have in mind." "Daddy, I can calculate a trip back in time to coincide with the day before you met mom. I've studied the causal effects of time distortion and have determined I could go back in time and replace mom as your girlfriend/lover. If that trip is successful, when I return you will be in the arms of your loving wife - me!" "But, Darling ... what of ... you're my daughter ... would we?" "Yes, daddy. I could conceive the day before you were to have met mom. If that happened, our daughter would be the child of a mother and father who live their lives deeply in love. She would be blessed by two parents of high intelligence, but more importantly two people with big hearts full of love. "If I didn't conceive right away ... well, we would have a lifetime together to practice!" "And your mother ... would she?" "Mom would miss that third date and her life would take a different turn. Maybe better, maybe not. I think you can agree she isn't happy where she's at as she can't think of a way to connive any of your inheritance away from you." "When does this need to happen?" "Well, I'll be 19 for four more months so there is a window still available, though the distortion happens every three years so it would be best to go soon. I'm confident I can get everything ready by this weekend when mom goes in for her daylong spa treatment." "Sugar, I ... it's hard as I feel guilty at the thought of what would happen to your mom ... but ... OK, it really seems the best option, and one we're fortunate to have. I know you know what you're doing and I see your love for me - that in itself is so reassuring. And, I love you too - would you be my sweetie?" "Time will tell daddy," I said as we returned to holding and kissing each other. Time Will Tell Pt. 02: A New Life Lying in her bed, Adrianna's mind fantasized about John, her daddy. At the same time one hand lightly teased the outer lips of her pussy; the other lightly rubbed on the nipples of her 34C breasts. She was back in time and was eavesdropping on her much younger daddy. God he was a hunk! She noted the thick dark hair, his long tanned legs and how succulent his butt looked in a pair of cut-off blue jeans. As she focused in on his muscularity and his smile, her breathing deepened and oxygenated blood flowed to her crotch. The first hints of arousal caused her to spread her legs slightly. Fingers explored her womanhood and a sigh slipped out her mouth. She imagined approaching him ... but how? Would he have found the notes she planted telling of her arrival, telling of who she is/was/would become? Would he believe those or just think them a sick prank by his older, jealous brother or a friend? If she did in fact meet him, 20 years ago, would she upset the Time Continuum and be unable to return to her own current reality? Despite these thoughts, she moaned as her fingers got busier. Sleep was fading fast as her insistent fingers pinched her nipples sending jolts through her body. Her other hand continuing to caress and explore the outer reaches of her pussy, then two fingers, now wet from the juice within, eased inside as she proceeded to finger fuck herself, reaching for the especially sensitive spots within. She quickly moved toward a climatic wakefulness when her dream vision turned in an odd angle. She found herself looking down a repeating corridor as if she were standing between opposing mirrors. What exactly was her dream trying to tell her? Even as her brain wrestled with this vision, physically she felt hurried like the message better come quick. She felt as if she were on a knife's edge and could either learn something huge or miss it entirely. Her body was building toward a fever pitch as her fingers thrust more urgently into her honey hole. Both hands continued to ignite deeper pleasures within as she alternated strumming her clitoris and pinching her nipples. Her shapely ass lifted off the bed, while fingers blurred as she frantically frigged sensitive pussy. Through a growing haze of desire, she looked again deeper into the mirror. She saw, marching off into infinity, duplicate reflections of herself and the scene around her. The Answer! "I KNOW WHAT TO DO!! JOHN!!" Even as she shouted out those words, a blinding orgasm wrenched her body in ultimate release while she desperately tried to stay connected and aware of what the dream taught her. She continued to scream out her climax, riding the wonderful waves that flashed through her body. Her body descended back to the mattress as the sweet post-orgasmic bliss set in. A drowsy smile showed on the corners of her face, to smile more was just too much effort after that brilliant cum. Good thing she lived in a very big house with her parents far off and not within earshot. The last thing she needed right now was Carol, her poor excuse of a mother, to come bursting into her room inquiring what was wrong. Nothing was wrong, mommy. I've found a way to make your husband - my lover - happy! Course if it was her daddy ... MMMM!! Snuggling into her blankets, her mind reviewed the just revealed Answer. It supported her conclusion of what she suspected about time travel, though wasn't able yet to properly understand or explain. Until this moment, everyone believed time existed along a narrow, single track. All hypotheses supposed that even if time travel was possible, it could only result in alterations to the future in response to changes to the past. Go ahead, change your past, but do so knowing the risk will change your future or even you can't return to that future because you no longer exist. Adrianna had already proved a time jump was possible when she sent a strangely dressed frog into her daddy's past. She even wheedled that reality out of her father by "innocently" questioning him about his recollections as a young man. But, as the idea burned in her mind - that time wasn't one-dimensional - she concluded tests would have to be done to verify this and to find out how to enter, or perhaps even create, alternate realities. Is there a Grand Central Station, a hub, from which new realities could sprout? Or, does one only find an alternative when one walks into it, and that becomes its own separate reality? If so, how was that done? Short jumps back a few weeks or months provided the answers, though it came slowly over most of the second half of her 19th year. At first she stayed within the machine moving slowly observing the environment her craft "moved through." She became aware of an energy field surrounding the time machine not unlike how sci-fi depicts wormholes in space. Unknowingly, at least on a conscious level, Adrianna's brain was controlling the rate of acceleration backward. But then, the human brain was capable of so much more and it only stood to reason a young woman who had grasped as much as she had concerning physics and time travel might be exercising her brain in new ways. Time marched on as six months dwindled to four, then two. She tried to push the urgency aside that the window to jump into her past only had only a couple months or so left. Again, creeping along, she noticed rather than fire or electrostatic discharges, moments of her past life slipped by as her craft moved along the corridor. Stopping the craft at a random point, she found herself opening a new route ... a new wormhole ... again, her brain provided the necessary effort to open a new route for exploration! Later, having returned to her "home," Adrianna felt a sense of relief - so it was possible! "Daddy, I've found the way!" she said as she leaped into her John's arms. Caught slightly off guard, John was glad he wasn't holding his coffee mug. Even if it was the cold leftovers of yesterday's batch, it would have made a mess between them. "Hey Sugar, what way?" He was then pleasantly greeted by another sensuous kiss by his daughter. That kiss alerted him to the fact that 41 was much to young to be holding his beautiful daughter and not become aroused. Despite her whimper, he set her down. Carol could be nearby, and though he was growing hard, that confrontation could be far harder to deal with. "Darling, tell me what happened? I assume you mean with time travel, but what's so significant?" "Daddy ..." she began again, "time isn't a one-way street. If anything time is a router or a hub ... like ... imagine time as the center of a bicycle wheel. Each spoke radiates outward and represents a new Continuum reaching to its own infinity." "Hmm, OK. I see your idea, but how do you prove that?" "Daddy" she paused again quickly looking around to notice they were alone before tenderly kissing John again. "I've already proved it - I've done it. I just stopped at a point in my recent past and stepped out of the machine. My brain triggered the new route and it began to open before my feet." "So ... I think what you're saying is ... a person who goes back in time doesn't change the future if she chooses another path?" "Yes, Daddy. There's no threat to me or to mommy and you continuing this life ... but ... if you'd like to try ... I could meet you ... say when you're 21?" The full force of this option hit John with a tremendous force, and it left him feeling a bit dizzy. While he admitted his marriage to Carol was far from perfect would he be committing adultery by beginning a New Life with Adrianna? And, for that matter, was it incest because the two of them would be only a couple years different in age? "Sugar ... wow ... I ..." Words were hard to string together. Adrianna sensed this and snuggled close to her daddy, her hand reaching into his bathrobe to caress his chest hair. "It's OK Daddy ... I'm not asking you to decide anything now ... or ever ... well ... kinda I guess." John appreciated the intelligence of his daughter and how the two of them connected on a deeper level. He nuzzled her neck and gently kissed her lips. "Let me think a bit on this Darling." "Daddy, just remember what I said about the window of opportunity. I'll turn 20 in two months so if we're going to do this it should probably be soon ... just in case something doesn't work right and we have to try again." Reality crept back in as they heard Carol opening the silverware drawer to get a coffee spoon only to find her husband hadn't bothered to make a fresh pot. "Johhhnnnnn! You know I NEED my coffee in the morning," she whined. "Why couldn't you make a fresh pot?" Caressing his daughter's soft thigh, John rolled his eyes and arose with a grunt, off to appease his ... wife? Why he married this bitch, he wondered but then corrected himself when he thought of Adrianna. "Coming Carol" he replied shuffling past the dining room table where a despondent Carol sat, parched coffee cup waiting her daily fix. John noticed how his wife was aging practically before his eyes. They were still rather young, but her attitude was so ... shitty lately ... it was really crumbling the beautiful exterior that years ago resulted in their marriage. He was young and horny, driven by the hot honey he lusted for. That lust fueled him rutting with her in the back seat of his car at the drive in. That union led directly to their marriage, but more importantly it produced Adrianna. In minutes, a steaming pot of java in his hand, John dutifully poured the brew into his wife's cup. He poured slowly as his mind considered what Adrianna offered. Returning to the kitchen, "It should probably be soon" he could hear Adrianna's voice echoing in his mind. This marriage was going nowhere. Divorce loomed and though he didn't fear losing half his estate - the pre-nup fixed that - he did know he would be nice to Carol and give her a fair start to the rest of her life. And then what? Who? Would he marry again? Date? It had been so long. Adrianna ... He thought of his daughter - Carol's blonde hair and height, she was about 5'6", his blue eyes, smile and brain. Were he to see Adrianna, better yet talk to her when he was a young man ... yeah, he would have definitely be interested. So Carol and I will continue with this marriage or will we? If Adrianna leaves and doesn't come back ... no ... that's not right according to what she told him. This Continuum would go on as it always had - John would meet Carol, knock her up near instantly and Adrianna would arrive nine months later just as he was starting graduate school. Mulling over the last two decades, he recalled what a darling baby she was. He instantly fell in love with her, as father's do. His mind replayed favorite moments - playing tea party with her, listening to her first piano recital, and of course, the frequent talks about physics and time travel. She was like a lot of young girls, but she was also different in that her intelligence grew exponentially it seemed. That seed, time travel, somehow was planted many years ago, not unlike a tiny tot who dreams of becoming a pilot or a professional athlete and then does it later in life. It really wasn't a difficult decision ... Breakfast ended as abruptly as it began with Carol disappearing with little word to her husband. She was off to an appointment with her shrink. His words helped a lot, but his cock didn't hurt either she admitted. Lot of good therapy was doing, John briefly thought then shook it off. He really didn't care what the bitch was doing. She was the cranky one, he tried to reach out to her, but he suspected that pre-nup and her insecurities were responsible for the wall she built to shut him out. He dismissed any further thought of her as he knocked at Adrianna's bedroom door. "Come in Daddy" she called, it wasn't a surprise to her as Carol rarely came to her room lately. John entered noticing his daughter back in bed, the covers pulled up but not covering her breasts. "Young lady, you aren't trying to seduce your father are you?" "Of course not Daddy, I know you're a smart man, I hardly have to seduce you, unless you think it would help?" He agreed with her logic, his bathrobe sliding off his body as he stood erect in both senses before slipping into bed with her. "Daddy!" Adrianna exclaimed finally seeing John naked. Passion came quickly as he kissed his daughter fervently, "Yes, Darling. That's my answer ... let's do this!" Adrianna knew instantly though her body was distracted as delicious thoughts swept through her. Hands and fingers caressed and cupped flesh. Lips joined and tongues danced. Thankful his wife wasn't due back anytime soon, John thought of the two possibilities of his life. Stay married to Carol while making love to Adrianna or meet Adrianna and live a full life of love with her ... in another time. His hips rose up as she spread her legs reaching for his engorged cock. Right or wrong ... incest ... none of that really seemed to matter anymore. In one reality no one would ever know, in this one who knows if Carol would even notice. Adrianna lined up her daddy's stiff cock on her opening, "Daddy, please fill me ... make love to me ..." she whispered to him from below. John slid right in. This wasn't a porn show, he wasn't hung like a horse. Instead, they fit well together. "Oh Daddy, yes! Oh your cock feels so good inside me ... stretching me ..." They proceeded their dance of love, John thrusted into her lush interior feeling her tight walls caressing his sensitive cock head. One hand tweaked her nipples while they French kissed. "I love you so much Adrianna ... I just want you to know I'm so happy ... that's so strange ... I haven't felt this way in ... it seems like a long time." "I love you too Daddy" as she relished their bodies linked together. This connection cemented their relationship in this time, she knew it even as she contemplated the thought he might have already impregnated her. Though technically a virgin, she broke her hymen a couple years ago exploring and pleasuring herself. Otherwise, she never dated as there was only one man she was interested in - physically, emotionally and intellectually. It had been months since her 41-year-old dad had emptied his balls. Sex with his wife no longer happened and he felt too empty to just jerk off. "Daddy, I want you to cum inside me ... I want to feel what it's like ..." The continued piston moves of his sensitive cock escalated his arousal as John too quickly was too far gone to consider pulling out, though he did. For a moment. Shifting up on his haunches, John put his daughter's ankles up on his shoulders then sunk his cock back into her steamy pussy. Even with the slight pause he knew he wouldn't last long. "MMMmm! Oh Adrianna, oh you feel so good. I'm about to ..." "YES Daddy, keep going, make me your woman, your lover!" Though he probably wasn't aware of it at first, John kept hitting her magic spot in the back of her pussy. That became apparent though as he heard his daughter's breath hasten and her moaning grow. "Yes Daddy, YES! Right there, don't stop, oh .. fuck me Daddy ... FUCK ME HARD!" That was the first time either had used such strong language, and it's effect was near like shifting into over-drive. He pounded down and into her giving her all he had as he felt that surge up the length of his cock ... the explosion was imminent! He slowed down as Adrianna whimpered in frustration, "Don't Daddy, keep going!" "I ... aaahhh ho ho" breaths came out forcefully as he fought to contain his orgasm just a bit longer ... just a bit ... "Oh BABY, Daddy's gonna CUM!" Hearing those words triggered Adrianna, giving her what she needed as her own climax fired off from her pussy to all extremities. "AHHH! DA-DEEEEEEE!!" "YEAH, HO!" John bellowed as he felt his cum rocket out of his cock jetting deep into her quivering pussy. He continued to roar out, the intensity of his first orgasm in ages, his first ever ... Into his daughter's tight gripping snatch! After shocks began to wrack his body as smaller spurts added to the pool of sperm-rich semen coating the walls of her maternal nest. Were there eggs in there, even now bathed in the rich, warm pool of his semen? His hands caressed his beautiful daughter as he eased down atop her basking in the moment of pure bliss. Below him Adrianna glowed inside as she linked with the man of her dreams. Yes, her father, her daddy, here in this time, but in the time to come things would be different. Still, she too sensed this union would change lives in this future. Who knows what this household will consist of ... in nine months? Longer? Breathing eased, the sweet relaxation that follows passionate sex ensued as John gazed deep into Adrianna's eyes. "Oh Darling" he said as their lips met, their bodies melded together with the knowledge between them of shared destinies together.