0 comments/ 5262 views/ 1 favorites The Transgression Solutions By: Spinneret (Note; this story is a sequel to my earlier Restarted, parts one and two, and hence also belongs in the same series as Thanks for the Memories. You shouldn't need to have read any of them to understand it, but you might enjoy things most if you read stuff in order.) * Edgar's phone rang while he was having breakfast, sitting in the kitchen while still wearing just a short robe. He'd managed to find a ring tone which sounded close enough to the bells he remembered from his youth, and the sound jangled penetratingly across the apartment. He put his coffee down, found where he'd left the phone, and took the call. Then he chatted to the caller for a few moments before putting the phone down with a thoughtful half-smile. He finished his cooling coffee, then shrugged and went to knock on Ann's bedroom door. "Come in," she called, promptly enough that he guessed that she'd been woken by the phone. Indeed, he found her sitting up in bed with the bedside light on, the quilt pulled up to her chest. Her hair -- now more blonde than ash-blonde - was hanging free to her shoulders; she hadn't yet gathered it up into the practical bunch she favoured these days. "That was our great-granddaughter," Edgar said. "Oh, yes," Ann said with a thoughtful frown. "We've got one of those, haven't we?" "We've got a couple of great-grandchildren, actually. This one's the oldest." Ann pulled a comic face. "And what do we know about her?" she asked. Edgar shrugged. "Her name's Charlotte, she's twenty, and she's a student. Studying psychology, I believe." He smiled wryly. "She came to see us in the hospital a couple of times, actually, when the family decided to visit in a group. That was while your mind was still a bit hazy, though. I'm not surprised that you don't remember her." "Is she nice?" Ann asked with a raised eyebrow. "She seemed fine to me." Edgar perched on the edge of the bed. "A bit unsure what to say to us, but then, all the family were like that." "Still are." "Quite. But now she says that she'll be in town today, with her boyfriend, and she wanted to see us. So I invited them to lunch. I hope that's okay with you." "Fine, of course. Have we got enough food in?" "I'll go out and get something," Edgar said with a shrug. "You could get the shop to deliver, you know." "I prefer to see what I'm buying." Edgar stood up. "Anyway, if that's all okay with you, I should get dressed." "Actually..." Ann deliberately prolonged the word. "What?" "I could do with a brief fuck. If you wouldn't mind." Edgar sighed, and gazed at her. "I really don't see why you want separate bedrooms," he said. "I told you," Ann said, and threw the quilt aside, revealing that she had been sleeping naked, as usual. "That would be dishonest. We're not a couple, and I don't want to pretend otherwise. And it'd make it harder for either of us to bring anyone else back here." "Okay," said Edgar, "I get the message." "Oh, but you haven't got one of your painfully grateful divorcees in your room at the moment, have you?" Ann asked, actually sounding concerned at the possibility. "No!" Edgar said quickly, unfastening the belt of his robe as if to emphasise the point. "Good," said Ann with a smile, leaning forward as Edgar draped his robe over the back of a nearby chair, "so come here, please..." Edgar took a half step toward the bed. He was still wearing a pair of boxer shorts, but now he put his hands to the waistband and dropped them to the floor. Ann squinted at what was revealed. "Bother," she said, "I'm not having the effect I once did, am I?" Suddenly, she half-rolled toward Edgar and twisted to bring her face close to his groin. Then, she placed a series of small, soft kisses on his still-limp cock, tracing from the base toward the tip. "Mmm," she said as it swelled a little and twitched in response to the touch of her lips. "Ah, just a slight delay." Twisting down, she engulfed the first inch in her mouth, then briefly sucked, hard. Then she snatched her face away to breath, and smiled broadly. "That's good," she said, and lay back on the bed. "Damn hormones," Edgar muttered. "I'm sure that the doctors could find some way to wind them back a bit," said Ann, propping herself up on her elbows. "But would you really want them to?" Edgar said nothing, but knelt between her thighs, and took his hardening erection in one hand. Looking down, he noticed that her experiments in pubic topiary had become even more ornate than before, but he just smiled slightly, and carefully guided his cock to the entrance to her cunt. Then, suddenly, he pushed all the way into her with a single thrust. She gasped, then let out a cry of "Yes!" as she grabbed him with both hands, digging her nails into the sides of his buttocks. She held still for a moment as he pounded rapidly into her, remaining silent as he began to gasp, before suddenly bending one slim, muscular leg, and pushing deftly to throw Edgar onto his back with herself on top of him. Then, she raised herself so that she was sitting astride him, her knees either side of his waist, and began rotating her hips in small, steady motions, grinding her crotch against his. Making a quiet, happy moaning in her throat, she threw her head back with a distant smile, her eyes closed, and raised her arms high. This pulled her neat, pert breasts up, and Edgar reached up with both hands to fondle them. "God, yes!" Ann said again, then moved her hips rapidly for a second before giving an orgasmic groan. Her eyes opened, and she lowered her arms, resting her hands on Edgar's shoulders. He met her pleased gaze, and his hips bucked convulsively. They both felt his cock pulse inside her, and he answered her groan with one of his own, and then relaxed. For a moment, they were completely still, looking each other in the eyes. Then Ann raised herself off Edgar and almost leapt off the bed. Looking her up and down, Edgar saw a little of his semen trickling down her upper thigh. "Thanks," she said. "Now, I need a shower. You can join me if you like, but don't forget you have got that shopping to do." *** Charlotte and her boyfriend, who she introduced as Leslie, arrived at 12:30, and Ann settled them in as Edgar finished preparing lunch. "Thanks for this," Charlotte said as Edgar appeared holding a serving-dish. "That smells really good, great-grand... oh, look, what do you want me to call you? 'Great-grandfather' is far too cumbersome." "Edgar and Ann will be fine," said Ann, sitting down at the table herself. "It feels silly to go on about the ancestor thing, when we don't look it." "God, yes," said Leslie, glancing from his hosts to Charlotte and back again. "It's hard to believe. You look about our age." "A little bit older, I think," Ann said. "But we don't look much like Charlotte, do we?" "No," agreed Leslie, looking thoughtfully at the wiry, pale-haired Ann and Edgar and then at Charlotte, whose face and figure were both rather fuller, not quite chubby, and whose hair was dark, and hung in soft curls to just below her shoulders. He himself was clearly about the same age, a little stocky, with unkempt hair and a short beard. "It's not surprising, really," Charlotte said. "I mean, think about it -- you share half your genes with your kids, and a quarter with your grandchildren -- so I've only got one part in eight in common with either of you two. We're not very closely related -- exactly as close as cousins, strictly speaking." "You don't even look that, I'm afraid," Leslie said. "That's partly the Restart process," Edgar commented. "The doctors rebuild your body from scratch, and they're a bit minimal about it -- we both looked downright anorexic after they'd finished. Believe it or not, we've both filled out a bit these last few months." "Yeah, I guess you have, a bit," Charlotte agreed. "But they keep telling us to exercise, so our bodies rebuild properly," Ann said. "I still feel quite scrawny. But our faces are almost back how we used to be, I think. So Charlotte must have got a lot of her looks from the other side." "Still," Edgar said, "there's something about her reminds me of something." "I don't see it, I must admit," Leslie said, and Ann shook her head in agreement. Edgar, meanwhile, was serving lunch. "Moroccan tagine," he said. "Do you know, I'm not sure that I ever tried this, in ninety years? Stupid. But now I've got my sense of taste back. I can do some catching up." "Edgar's taken to cooking," Ann said. "So far as I can remember, it used to be impossible to get him to make a cup of coffee." "Wow," said Charlotte with a smile. "But anyway, how are you two doing generally at the moment? I'm sorry not to have been in touch since..." she trailed off. "That's okay," said Ann. "I know this whole thing was strange for the whole family. We're just pleased that you've visited today. And to answer your question, we're both fine. We're taking some home study courses -- getting the hang of the world again." "I just think that it's lovely, you two both getting Restarted at the same time," Charlotte said. "I mean, you've got, well, your married life back again." "Hah!" said Ann in an amused tone, while Edgar suddenly started studying his food closely. "I'm sorry?" Charlotte said. "Sorry," said Ann, "but I'm afraid it's not quite like that." "How do you mean?" Charlotte asked. "Restarting rebuilds your brain as well as your body," Ann explained. "And, well, I'd lost a lot before. We're really not the same people as we were, you know. I didn't know Edgar at all when I first saw him. I can only remember odd moments, even now. We aren't really back together -- not the way you mean." "Oh,"said Charlotte, looking thoughtful. "But you're living here," she added, indicating the small apartment. "Oh yes. That's convenient, especially as we are still legally married," Edgar said. "But we're really just good friends, I'm afraid." "Mmm," said Ann. "Mind you, that is friends with benefits, as they say." "What?" said Charlotte and Leslie together, looking startled. "Oh dear, sorry," said Ann, laughing softly, "but Edgar isn't the only one catching up on things missed out on for ninety years, I'm afraid." She looked at the two visitors with a smile as Leslie frowned and Charlotte stared, then reached out and patted Charlotte's hand. "Yes, dear girl -- I'm afraid that your ancestors are having sex again. And not just with each other." "Great-grandmother!" Charlotte gasped. "I said to call me Ann," Ann said calmly. "But anyway... Look, I don't want to shock you, but as the subject has come up... What do you know about being Restarted?" "A bit," said Charlotte. "I've been doing some reading. The rebuilt brains ... I'd read about that, but I didn't realise how much it might mean." "And the new bodies?" "Oh, yes. Oh..." Charlotte suddenly looked thoughtful. "Hormones, right?" "I'm afraid so, my dear. What I -- what Edgar and I have been doing -- it's self-indulgent, I suppose. But it's fun, I must say." "So you don't remember how you used to live and behave?" Leslie asked. "A little," Ann said. "Edgar remembers a bit more. But for somebody with the urges of a healthy teenager, that way of thinking just seems silly." "It sounds to me like you're reacting against it," Charlotte commented. "Getting all transgressive." "Perhaps," said Ann. "Transgression. Yes, I suppose that's a good word. Maybe we'll get over it..." "It does feel like we're growing up all over again," Edgar said. "But you shouldn't be in a hurry to grow up," said Ann, looking towards him, "not even the second time around." All four of them fell silent and simply ate for a moment. Then Leslie spoke. "So -- what parts of your, well, your first lives do you remember?" he asked. "Bits and pieces," Edgar said. "You must have grown up in the 1960s..." Leslie began. "Twentieth Century Cultural History is Leslie's big subject," Charlotte interrupted. "Don't let him interrogate you. I've told him it'd be rude." "I was just wondering," Leslie aid, "I mean, that was the time of the first big sexual revolution..." "For some people," Ann said. "Not everywhere. No, we're having our first sexual revolution at the moment, I'm afraid." Leslie and Charlotte fell silent, suddenly paying more attention to their food. "Sorry," said Ann. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." "It's okay," Charlotte said with a strained laugh. "Anyway, about granddad -- your son..." The rest of the meal passed in casual chat, and eventually, after coffee, Charlotte and Leslie declared that they had to be leaving, but promised to call again. After she'd closed the door, Ann looked at Edgar with a soft smile. "I like them," she said. "I just hope that we haven't shocked them too much." "They're young," said Edgar with a laugh of his own. "I reckon they were just surprised. I just wish that I could work out who Charlotte reminds me of..." *** It was two weeks and two days later, late in the morning, that Ann took a call, her phone emitting a soft burbling. She spent a few minutes in conversation, then signed off with a frown. After a moment's thought, she knocked on Edgar's door, and found him studying on his computer. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "You may have a small problem," she began. *** An hour and a half later, Ann found Leslie sitting on a bench in the city park. She sat down next to him. "So it's true then?" Leslie asked. "Charlotte and her ... and Edgar? They're having an affair?" "Yes, it's true." "God," Leslie said, "that's sick." "A bit weird, maybe," Ann said, "but not sick. Probably not as sick as you think, anyway. Not if you know those two people." But Leslie didn't seem to be listening to her. "We should go to the cops with this," he said, "get them arrested." "You could," Ann replied, "but I really don't think that you should." That caught his attention, and he looked directly at her. "Why not?" he snapped. "Well, for a start, it'd be traumatic for the rest of our family. They're not handling the Restart thing very well, I admit, but they don't deserve to see relatives dragged through the courts while the press -- sorry, it's mostly the blogs these days, isn't it? -- go crazy. Actually, you'd probably suffer as badly as the family. Girlfriend left you for her great-grandfather? Do you want to be known for that?" Leslie shrugged at that. Ann smiled wryly. "And then," she went on, "you can't be sure what the result would be. The law hasn't had to deal with the Restarted much yet, but as Charlotte said, they're only actually as close as cousins -- and a cousin isn't incest round here. The whole thing would get very drawn-out and messy, and I doubt that they'd be punished -- well, no more than the rest of us would be." "Oh, very transgressive," Leslie sneered, and Ann shrugged. "So you're saying I should let it go?" he asked. Ann didn't answer for a moment. "How did you guess, anyway?" she asked. "Lots of little details," Leslie replied. "Yes -- I have to remind myself about all the electronic trails we all leave these days," Ann said. "I've been caught out myself..." "It started a couple of days after we met," Leslie went on. "What, when she came to visit again? That was just to show us some photos, you know." "They were in the family archives -- online," Leslie said. "Why did she have to go round in person?" "She might have just been being friendly," Ann suggested. "But actually, no... It was funny. I came home to discover them sitting side by side on the sofa, looking at the pictures on our wall-screen. All perfectly innocent, but there was something odd in the atmosphere..." *** "Oh, hello," Ann said to her great-granddaughter. "What brings you back here?" "Charlotte found some family pictures," Edgar said. "You might find them interesting, actually." Ann perched on a chair as Charlotte used voice commands to riffle back through the photo collection. "We neither of us ever went in for photography," Ann commented. "Seems a shame now." "There are a fair number with you in here, though," Charlotte said, "family weddings and so forth." She pulled up a series of pictures to illustrate the point. "Mmm -- you look pretty good in that one," she said, as a stray image from a formal evening event in the 1970s appeared on the screen. "Classic sort of dress." "I wish I remembered it," Ann agreed, but before she could say anything else, Edgar raised a hand. "Charlotte, just a second -- could you stand up a moment? Stand by the screen there?" Charlotte looked puzzled, but obeyed, as Edgar directed her to stand in the same pose as the younger Ann in the picture. Then Ann gasped and laughed. "Heavens, yes," Ann said, "I see it now." "What?" Charlotte demanded. "It's probably just coincidence," Ann said carefully. "Oh, surely," Edgar agreed, "not much genetics in that. But Charlotte -- you've got the exact same build and figure as Ann when she was your age." "The first time around," Ann added, slightly pointedly. *** Leslie looked sharply at Ann as she told the story. "She looks like you used to?" he asked. "Her figure looks like mine used to." "And do you think that's why he..." Leslie's voice trailed off. Ann shrugged. "Maybe. Impossible to say, really. I think he used to like women to have bigger breasts than this --" she indicated her shape -- "but that was then. His tastes these days are broader. I don't think he's sleeping with her just because she reminds him of the old me." "Huh!" Leslie grunted, then fell silent. Ann looked at him, not unkindly. "Tell me," she said, "were you and Charlotte really serious?" "Pardon?" "Was she the one for you? Did you see the relationship lasting?" Leslie took a deep breath. "Not really, I guess, no. We weren't just friends with benefits -- at least, I didn't think we were -- but we weren't talking long-term or anything. Not yet." "Well," said Ann, "I'm really not very experienced in these things -- gosh, that sounds silly from a ninety-three-year-old woman, doesn't it? -- but it sounds to me like you need to put this behind you and move on. Put it down to experience. You had a girlfriend, but she found someone else -- so you should do the same. Get drunk if you like, I think that's traditional. But your life isn't over or anything." "Easy for you to say," Leslie sighed. Then he looked at her. "How long have you known?" he demanded. "So you can't leave it alone," Ann muttered. "But if you must know -- about a week, now. I didn't play detective or check the house cameras or anything. I just guessed the old-fashioned way." *** Edgar was still dozing in bed when Ann knocked on his door. He blinked and called for her to come in, and then saw that she was wearing a light robe of her own. "Good morning," she said, then "move over." He obeyed, and she flicked the corner of his bedclothes back, smiling when she saw that he had been sleeping naked. But she kept her robe on as she slipped in beside him, and then kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Good morning," he said, then smiled as she slid a hand gently down his chest. Then she giggled and tapped the medical implant display on his left shoulder three times with a fingertip -- the bit of modern etiquette which they'd both learned, which caused the device to show that the prospective partner was in good health with an active contraceptive system (or not). "You're interested ... oh," he said, as her hand moved from there to his cock. She caressed him with a couple of fingertips as he grew hard. The Transgression Solutions "Got a question for you," she said. "What's that?" "What are you doing with our great-granddaughter?" she asked, as she gripped his balls very precisely with her fingertips, her neat fingernails digging slightly into the flesh. "Ow ... oh," he murmured, staring carefully at what she was doing. "You guessed, then?" "You're no actor, my dear," she said. "I see the way that you two look at each other. And maybe it was my imagination, but there was a distinct waft of sex in the air when I got back to the apartment last night." "Okay," Edgar admitted, "we're sleeping together." "Not the modern term, I gather," Ann pointed out with an odd smile. "Okay, I'm ... we're fucking." Ann's hold on his genitals didn't relax, but nor did it grow any more painful. "And how is she?" she asked. "Pardon?" "Charlotte. What's she like in bed?" "Oh. She's fine." "Fine? Is that what you wanted when you got into something that weird?" "She's pretty good, okay? Enthusiastic. Throws herself into it." Ann smiled thoughtfully, then suddenly let go of Edgar. "Well, that's okay then," she said. "I'm sure that you can teach her something." "What?" said the startled Edgar, as Ann got off the bed. "You know your stuff these days," said Ann, and threw off her robe with a quick motion, leaving herself naked. "If you'd forgotten anything, or never known it, I think that your grateful divorcees have brought you back up to speed." She knelt on the bed and teased Edgar's erection with a single fingertip. "You're pretty good, really," she added, then suddenly turned and grasped his face with both hands and drew it towards her groin. "Remind me what you know," she commanded. Edgar moved a little to bring his mouth into play, then set to work. His tongue probed Ann's cunt, finding a way between the lips, and she gasped softly and wriggled her hips slightly. He worked steadily for a few minutes while she held herself in quivering tension, then suddenly she gasped, not quite orgasmically. "Damn," she said, "you know what I need." She pushed Edgar flat, straddled him, and grabbed his erection. Then she placed its tip between her cunt lips and sank down on it. They both drew deep breaths. "Damn," Ann said again. "I never... I don't think I ever knew how good this could be, back the first time round." "Well, now you do," Edgar said, moving his hips. "God, yes," said Ann, closing her eyes. "Deeper, lover." Edgar obeyed, pushing his hips up from the bed so that every millimetre of his cock was deep inside Ann. Within moments, she sighed, gasped, and slumped on top of him. "That turned you on, didn't it?" Edgar asked, continuing to move his hips in small, regular thrusts. "The idea of me fucking Charlotte." "The idea of fucking turns me on," Ann replied, looking him in the eye. "The thought of your cock is nice. Damn it, you know about me and that." "Hard not to," said Edgar, but then became increasingly distracted. Seconds later, Ann felt him pulse inside her. She lifted herself away after a few more moments, and wriggled her hips with satisfaction. "Okay," she said, looking down at him as she stood beside the bed. "Take care, and have fun." *** "God," said Leslie. "You people are so ... twentieth century." "Are we? I didn't think so," Ann said. "Anyway, why so hostile to the idea? I thought that was your specialist period," Ann replied. "It is. Doesn't mean that I have to approve of it. There was so much done wrong. So much selfishness. So many stupid decisions." "Isn't that true of every time in history?" Ann asked. "It's certainly true of the present." "Yes, of course it is," Leslie said. "I know that -- I'm not an idiot. But looking at your period, I get to study all the ugly details." Ann smiled at him. "Yes, well, I probably would have agreed with you about a lot of that, at the time. You're right that a lot of people were going in for transgression, and actually, I didn't approve of that then. From what I remember, I was quite straight-laced. But somehow, now, I find I want to try it." "You know," said Leslie, "the funny thing is, I wondered before I met you whether you'd be typical of that period in any way. But it's more complicated than that, isn't it?" "Of course it is," Ann almost snapped. Then she looked thoughtfully at Leslie. "I bet that it was your idea to come and visit us, wasn't it?" Leslie sighed. "Yes," he admitted. "I mean, Charlotte was feeling a bit guilty about how your family is holding off from you so much -- she didn't take much encouragement -- but I -- well, the idea of talking to somebody who lived through parts of the last century... Okay, I was fascinated." "And you got two people who can't remember much, and your girlfriend left you for one of them." Leslie grunted angrily. "Sorry about that," Ann said. "And how do you feel about all this?" Leslie challenged Ann. "Actually, I'm fine," Ann replied calmly. "I keep telling you -- I'm catching up on some transgression, remember? And frankly, this is being good for Edgar." "Good for him?" "Yes, really." Ann gazed at Leslie. "Look," she went on, "Edgar has been having his share of fun since we left the hospital, but these last couple of months, the women he's been bringing home have all been in their forties -- fifties, maybe, some of them. Perfectly nice, all of them, and I'm sure they've been fine in bed, but you could see that they were all terribly pleased with themselves at getting someone who looked half their age." "So?" "So Edgar seemed to be treating them as his type. And the women haven't been the only thing... Look, you've heard of older men trying to recapture their youth, right? Chasing young women, buying fast cars, all that nonsense?" "Yes." "Well, Edgar was turning into a young man who was trying to recapture his old age. Watching old films, listening to old music, buying clothes that look like they came from the 80s ... He's been turning into, what's the word, an old fogey. I was beginning to worry about him." "But now..." "Now, he's sleeping with a woman who matches his physical age -- and with a touch of incest to keep him shocked with himself. I prefer him this way." "And what would the old you have thought of all this?" "From what I can remember about her, she'd have been shocked." Ann shrugged. "From her point of view, Edgar and I are behaving like stupid horny teenagers. She really, really didn't think much of transgression, if that's what you mean. But you know..." "What?" "That's the point. All I could say to the old me is something very rude and unkind." "And Edgar feels the same?" "I don't know what Edgar feels about the old him. I haven't asked." She smiled, suddenly more wolfish and less controlled than Leslie had seen her before. "But I know how he seems to feel when he's in bed with Charlotte. He's let me look at some recordings from the cameras in his room." "Oh, really!" "Transgression, dear boy. Voyeurism is just another part of it. And transgression seems to suit Charlotte, too. I'm afraid that this seems to have been her idea, from everything that Edgar's told me." "He's just justifying himself!" "Maybe. But I think he's telling me the truth." *** Ten minutes after Charlotte arrived at the apartment for her third visit, she kissed Edgar hard on the mouth. When she eventually broke away, he looked stunned, but before he could find words to protest, she kissed him again. "This is crazy," he eventually managed. "Yes," Charlotte said. "You complaining?" "Yes!" he said. "You're my..." "Cousin," she interrupted. "Think of it that way, if you really want. Me, I just think you're someone makes me horny. God, there's something about this, about you..." She grabbed him and squirmed up against him. "How do I make you feel?" she asked. "And Leslie?" Edgar asked, ignoring her question. "Oh, fuck him," Charlotte said. "Come on. This is your bedroom, isn't it?" She more or less dragged him through the door. Edgar looked like he wanted to speak, but couldn't find words. Instead, he let Charlotte kiss him again, responding more with each moment, then simply stood and watched as she began to strip off. "Good lord," said Edgar, gazing at Charlotte's naked breasts. A series of blue and white images -- something like waves from a Japanese woodblock print -- were chasing across them in animated motion. "Oh, that," said Charlotte, looking down with the air of someone who'd almost forgotten something. "Display tattoo. I had that done a couple of years ago. It was a fad back then. Silly, really." "It's... sorry, but I'm amazed... Am I showing my age?" Edgar asked sheepishly. "Maybe a bit," Charlotte laughed. "Actually, it's programmable. Just a second, I've got something else set up." She fiddled with what Edgar had thought was just a simple bangle on her left wrist, and the image on her breasts changed. Edgar gasped "Like it?" Charlotte asked. The skin of her breasts was now a pale cream colour, marked only by a collection of randomly moving lines of text, in different sizes but all in the same ornate handwriting script. Each line said the same thing. Fuck me great-grandfather. Fuck me great-grandfather. Fuck me great-grandfather... Edgar leaned forward as if to look more closely, but then suddenly placed a series of kisses on Charlotte's nipples. "Mmm," she said appreciatively. "I thought that you liked them. You kept sneaking glances." "Did I?" said Edgar, glancing up at her face. "Yes. You did. But I didn't mind." "Good," he said, looking at the moving text again. "Cousin?" he murmured. Charlotte sighed. "Just fuck me," she said, kicking off her shoes and then removing the fashionable asymmetric skirt she was wearing, then her socks and panties. Edgar had paused for a second, but he quickly followed her example. They stood naked and facing each other, and then each reached out and tapped the other's implant three times. "Okay," said Charlotte, "you are ninety-four." "And you aren't," Edgar said, and took her in her arms, finally initiating a kiss himself. Charlotte felt his erection swelling as he pressed against her, and reached round with both hands to clasp his buttocks, digging her nails in just hard enough to make his gasp. He responded by grasping her buttocks and squeezing for a moment. Then he broke the embrace, looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly pushed her backwards. She gasped as she fell backwards onto the bed, then giggled and opened her thighs wide. He knelt between them, and she sat up enough that she could reach forward and grasp his erection. She drew it to her cunt, then made a soft welcoming noise. He responded by pushing deep into her. She gasped again, then clamped her legs around him, and began rocking back and forth, murmuring "fuck ... fuck ... fuck" as she did so. He in turned let himself slump forward, freeing his hands to grasp her breasts as she pressed against him. "You like them?" she said, glancing down, "hold on..." With a twist and a push from one leg, she rolled both of them over, then rose above him so that he could reach up and fondle her breasts freely. Fuck me great-grandfather continued to scroll across her skin beneath his palms. "God -- oh god," he murmured. "What's up?" she asked, continuing to wriggle her hips. "Great boobs," he gasped. She laughed. "Skinny Ann not enough for you?" she asked. "Not her fault," he said, and raised himself to take one of her erect nipples into his mouth. His tongue set to work on it. "Fuck!" she yelled suddenly, and almost went limp. He took his mouth from her breast and looked up at her face. "What's up?" he asked. "Nothing," she said with a laugh. "God, that was good." "Still is," he said, lying back while continuing to fondle her breasts almost roughly, with both hands. His thrusts became slow but deep and hard, and after a while he gave a wordless cry and relaxed. "So," Charlotte said, leaning forward to look Edgar in the eye, "proud of your family?" "Very," he said. "Good," she said, and rolled off him. As he recovered his breath, she tinkered with her bracelet again. Now, a list of names in a plain font began scrolling upwards on her torso and breasts; Edgar didn't recognise any of them, until he saw Leslie's -- and then, a few lines later, his own, last of all. "What's that?" he asked. "My list, of course," Charlotte replied. "Christ. You want to be careful with that." "I'm careful," she said. "But anyway -- did you like them?" "Like what?" "My boobs, of course." "Yeah! I mean, yes. I said so. They're gorgeous." "Good," Charlotte said, and wriggled down to press those breasts against Edgar's crotch. "They have their uses." She used her hands to press her breasts together, with Edgar's half-erect cock between them. He gasped very softly, but she seemed to be concentrating on what she was doing, which was deft and skilled enough that his erection soon began to recover. "Oh, good," she said when he was hard again, and raised herself onto her knees. "They do work." Another touch on her bracelet, and the skin with her tattoo changed again. Now, it showed an explicit line drawing in 18th-century style of a couple having sex, the view showing the man's outsize erection half-way into his partner. After a few seconds, the words FUCK ME appeared across the image in pink lettering, and began blinking slowly. Edgar made a wordless growl in his throat and began to sit up. But Charlotte pushed him backwards, crawled forward, and then suddenly twisted round, putting herself astride him with her back to him. Then she grabbed his cock, and quickly impaled herself on him again. Now he sat up, grabbed her breasts by reaching round her from behind, and began to wriggle his hips, driving himself deeper into her. She reached down with both hands, using one to caress her own clitoris and the other to cup and fondle his testicles. She began gasping rhythmically, driving herself towards an unrestrained orgasm, which came with a last loud gasp. At that, Edgar pushed up into her hard and deep, clutching convulsively at her breasts, then collapsed backwards onto the bed. "Nice balls," she said, grinning back at him past her shoulder. *** "Okay," said Leslie, staring at his feet as he sat on the park bench. "So what now?" Ann looked at him, and decided that he suddenly looked diminished. "That'd be up to you, wouldn't it?" she said. "Assuming that you don't really want to make trouble for everyone -- well, it things may be over between you and Charlotte, but I'm sure that you've got a life to get on with. I'm sorry that you won't get much history from talking to me, but if you like, I'll introduce you to a few more Restart patients at the clinic. Some of them have a bit more memory than me -- or than Edgar, for that matter." "I'd like that, actually. Thanks." Leslie sounded genuinely interested. "If it's no trouble." "Oh, no trouble at all. Come on, let's take a walk." "To the clinic? I mean, I'd need to pick up..." "Oh, that can come later," Ann interrupted. "Let's just talk a bit more." *** A little over an hour later, they arrived together at the apartment. Ann led Leslie directly into her own room, and once they were there, he looked at her uncertainly. She ignored that, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth. "Look," he said, once he was able to speak again, "I still don't know..." "I do," Ann said. "You wanted to get to know someone Restarted, and I'm happy to help. In the biblical sense of know." "But why?" "Because ... oh good grief, it's really very simple. All that stuff about transgression is just theory. The fact is, I've found that I like cock. And I'm sure that yours is fine." She smiled cheerfully and began trying to remove his clothes. "Maybe I seem disgraceful to you, but you'll get some consolation fucking out of it, and I promise that Restarted bodies are good for this." She released her hold on him, stepped back, and stripped her clothes off with practised speed. He followed her example more slowly, and she smiled as she saw him gazing at her body. She leaned forward slightly, moved his unbuttoned shirt aside, and gently tapped his medical implant display three times, then smiled again as it showed a standard healthy display. Then, as Leslie seemed immobilised, she briskly triggered the same display on her own implant. "God..." he said softly, simply staring at her body. "What is it, lover?" "Tell me," he said, struggling a little with his shirt, "when did you lose your virginity?" "I could say it was a few months ago," Ann replied, "in a friend's home. It feels that way, really. But I suppose that you'd say it was seventy-four years ago. In a hotel, I think. The funny thing was, it was to Edgar both times." "He's been very lucky," Leslie said, dropping his pants and kicking them aside.. "Oh, now that's really sweet of you to say," Ann said, kneeling and then going on all fours in front of him. "Not that virginity is up to much. Experience is better. Still, for being so sweet..." She leaned forward to engulf his half-erect cock with her mouth, grasped the base, and began performing lengthy fellatio. He sighed as his erection grew large, hard, and upright in Ann's mouth, until she sat back with a distinct smirk. "Right," she said, "lie down." Leslie obeyed, and Ann lay beside him, toying with his erection with the fingertips of one hand as he fondled her breasts. "That's nice," he said. "I agree," said Ann, then rolled over, opened a small box on her bedside table, and extracted something from it. "Actually," she said, "you could say that I lost my virginity to one of these, the second time around. With the help of a good friend. And Edgar." She looked thoughtfully at the vibrator which she was now holding. "Another thing I think that I never tried for my first ninety years. Stupid of me. Though I gather that they're much cleverer than they used to be. Voice controlled, self-lubricating..." She smiled faintly, then holding the vibrator like a microphone, she murmured "Start" to it. The device began buzzing, and Ann traced it over her nipples. "Mmm," she said happily. Leslie reached out a hand, ran it down her belly, and then began fondling Ann's pussy. She opened her legs a little way, and he began probing her cunt with first one finger, then two. She sighed once, then a second time as he teased her clitoris with his thumb. She moved the vibrator down to the same area, and competed with him for access for a moment. Then he removed his hand, and she probed her own cunt for a second or two with the vibrator as he placed himself between her open thighs. Then she moved it out of the way as he found his way into her, sliding in gently, a centimetre at a time. "Fuck," Leslie murmured softly, as his balls finally came into contact with her buttocks. "Yes, lover," Ann said beneath him. "You're having a woman from the twentieth century." She smiled at him. "Perhaps I should have worn some flowers in my hair, or spiked it and worn a stud through my nose. Is that what you wanted? A hippie, or a punk?" "How about an old Generation Y-er?" "Pardon?" "Nothing. Bad joke." Leslie muttered. Ann was still holding the vibrator, and he gasped appreciatively as she traced it down his spine. He gave a series of slow, steady thrusts, holding himself above her and looking down as she looked at him. "Yes, lover," she said, "this is history. You're inside it." Leslie began to sigh softly, then gasped, as Ann slid the tip of the vibrator between his buttocks. The Transgression Solutions "And it's inside you," she added, pushing gently but firmly to penetrate him. He paused for a moment, looking confused, and then began to thrust harder. Ann laughed, using the vibrator to goad and provoke him. However, he retained control, moving in steady circular motions until she gasped, first softly, then loudly as she dropped the vibrator and grabbed his hips. Her first orgasm was marked by a wordless, happy cry, and they both smiled. Leslie lowered himself to lie flat on top of Ann, although his cock was still firm and inside her. "Ah," she said, "you see this as a competition, don't you? You won't let go any sooner than you have to." "Just being polite," Leslie said. Ann smiled at that. "Maybe," she said, "and I'm not ungrateful. But you don't want history to win, do you?" Leslie shook his head. "It's not a competition," he said. "If you say so," said Ann, then raised her voice. "Come in, Edgar," she called. Leslie twisted round to look when the door opened a moment later, but Ann's hands firmly gripping his hips kept him atop and inside her. Still, Leslie was able to see Edgar enter the room. "Now here's a thing," said Ann. "I knew that Edgar would be home, and I told him to stay in his room if he heard me come back with company. But I knew he wouldn't be able to resist listening at the door." "You were planning this?" Leslie said, almost making to break away but still being held firmly in place by Ann. "I had hopes for you," Ann replied. "And I've got hopes for Edgar. He needs to try some more transgression, I think. And I know that he finds the idea interesting. But how about you, Leslie darling? How much have you tried?" "A few things," Leslie admitted. "Mmm. Well, Hope that you two don't mind, but there's something I'd like to try. Do come over here, Edgar darling. When you're ready." There was a rustling, and Leslie guessed that Edgar was getting undressed. Then he felt the other man's hands resting on his shoulders. "How does this look, Edgar darling?" Ann asked. "Interesting, I guess," Edgar said. "You've put that lovely cock of yours in a lot of cunts now, but maybe you need to try... Gosh, you two are both looking thoughtful." Ann said. "Lots to think about," Edgar said as he knelt closer behind Leslie, pressing his chest against the other man's back "Transgression," said Ann dreamily. "We had a very ordinary first life, I think. We both really must catch up. And I think that you want to get close to your pet subject, Leslie darling." "You okay?" Edgar murmured in Leslie's ear. "Fine," said Leslie. "Do it." Edgar's cock had grown hard against Leslie's back. Now, Edgar eased backwards a little, using one hand to position its tip. Leslie's anus still had some lubricant left behind by the vibrator, and when Edgar pressed forward, he slid in quite smoothly. Both men moaned slightly, and then Edgar began moving, slowly and carefully. "You know," said Ann, as Leslie's erection was pushed harder into her by the force of Edgar's thrusts, "I probably ought to try something with my bottom some time. Would you like that, Leslie darling?" Suddenly, Leslie gave a louder moan, and Ann felt him surging inside her. A second later, he collapsed on top of her, although Edgar was still moving inside him. Ann gasped, then laughed out loud. "Gosh," she said, "I know exactly what you think about our century now. But how about you, Edgar love? How are you finding this?" "Interesting," Edgar murmured, still gently thrusting, "but I think that I prefer pussy." Ann laughed lightly. "No problem, in due time." She wriggled. "But do finish what you started." Edgar reacted with a series of thrusts of increasing strength, while tracing his lips over Leslie's shoulders to move toward Ann for a brief, strained kiss. Meanwhile, Leslie began to writhe slightly between the other two, eventually finding an action and a rhythm that stimulated both of them -- and himself. Ann sighed happily, building to a second orgasm, while Edgar drove himself to a juddering climax. Then Leslie closed his eyes and moved in a way that suggested that he, too, had found more pleasure. "That's good," said Ann, "but you can get off now. Being fucked by two men is good, but having two men lying on top of me is a bit much." Edgar and Leslie obeyed the suggestion, all the while not quite looking each other in the eye, but both finding themselves gazing appreciatively at Ann's nakedness. "Well," said Ann, "that was interesting, but I imagine that we all need a shower now. You two care to join me? The shower room's big enough." The two men followed her, and the shower room did indeed prove big enough for three, given a lot of brushing and touching. They took it in turns to soap down and lather up, with Ann insisting on helping to clean both men's cocks, at enough length that they both began to swell and harden again long before she was done. They both seemed fascinated by her body, its lithe, muscular lines picked out by hard light shining on its damp surfaces, her blonde hair slicked back close to her skull. Once they were all well showered, Ann embraced Leslie, kissing him at length, then turned to Edgar, who was standing behind her, and repeated the process with him. Reaching down one hand with a small smile, she toyed with his half-erection. "Okay, Edgar darling," she said, "you can have what you prefer. But my way." She took his cock fully in hand, and caressed it a moment, and it soon grew fully hard. "Oh," she said, "isn't it amazing, how beautiful these can be? And I love the way they grow like that.... Now, bend your knees a little." "Okay...." Edgar said, as Ann straddled him and guided the tip of his erection between her cunt lips. Then he partly straightened his knees, and she gasped as he penetrated her. "Mmm," she said, "fucking's lovely, every way..." Edgar leaned forward and tongued her nipples as she sighed appreciatively. Then, as he moved slowly inside her, she grabbed a bar of soap from its dish on the wall, then glanced back over her shoulder at Leslie, who was watching the other two with a thoughtful look. "Now, Leslie," Ann said, "I'm going to let you do what you want to the twentieth century, but you're a big boy, so I'll need some lubrication." She looked at Edgar, and who appeared slightly startled. "And don't get jealous, Edgar darling," she said to him, "you got to deflower my ... cunt ... twice over the years; let someone else have first go at my ... at my bottom." She grinned suddenly, and reached around to work the bar of soap around her anus, quickly making it slick and slightly foamy. "C'mon, Leslie," she crooned, "bugger me..." Leslie obeyed immediately, and Ann gasped as she was lifted slightly up from the floor of the shower cubicle by two men thrusting inside her. "You okay?" Edgar asked. "Yes, lover," said Ann, still gasping. "Amazing, isn't it? Two of those lovely cocks in me... God, it's weird... What're you feeling?" "A sense that I'm not alone in there," Edgar said. "Oh," Ann gasped, "those cocks feel each other?" "Yes," said Leslie over her shoulder, as he put both of his hands on her breasts and squeezed, slightly more than gently. ""Just a little." Ann laughed, then wriggled a little as the two men squeezed her between them and began taking turns to make short, firm thrusts inside her. She was still holding the soap, and she traced it down Edgar's spine. Then he gasped as she pushed it a short way into his anus, which set off a series of small, frantic moves from all of the three. Afterwards, none of them would have been able to say who reached orgasm first; all of them became lost in intense sensations, eyes closed, voices raised in wordless gasps. "Gosh," said Ann as the two men extracted their softening cocks from her and moved apart, and she put one hand on the wall to steady herself. "Just when you think that you might be getting bored of it... Oh!" Edgar had half-crouched in front of her and taken one of her nipples gently between his teeth, while Leslie knelt behind her, removed the last of the soap suds and his own semen from her anus with a soft sponge he'd found somewhere, and then began teasing the area with his tongue. After a few moments, she turned around, and stood with Edgar kissing her neck and fondling her breasts while Leslie used his mouth on her pussy to bring her to another small orgasm. "God," she said afterwards, steadying herself with one hand on the wall, "I need a rest now." A few moments later, Ann was lying on a large towel on the bed, the two men either side of her, her hands resting gently on their limp cocks. "Oh well," she said, "I guess that's the young corrupted by the old." "Ha!" said Edgar. Ann looked at him. "What does that mean?" she demanded. "It means that I talked to Charlotte," Edgar said. "And?" "She came here determined to seduce me, remember. Didn't that tell you anything?" "Well..." Ann frowned. "And didn't you wonder why she and this fellow were drawn to each other? From what she told me, they share a lot of tastes." "Oh," said Ann, as Leslie raised himself on one elbow, looking uncomfortable. "Yes," Edgar went on, "apart from the screwing ninety-year-olds part, I don't think that we've just introduced him to much new." Ann looked at Leslie. "Is this true?" she asked, but with a smile. "Look," Leslie said, "sure, I'll try things. But I haven't been lying to you about anything." "You acted all shocked about Edgar and Charlotte!" Ann said to him, making the words an accusation. "I was fucking shocked," Leslie snapped. "Trying things doesn't mean trying everything." "Actually, Charlotte thought that he'd be annoyed if he found out about her and myself," Edgar admitted. "Apparently, he kept talking about us like we were his parents. The idea of her with a father figure would really annoy him, she thought." Ann looked at Leslie, who was looking uncomfortable. "Oh," she said, "all very Freudian." "Don't tease him," Edgar told Ann. "Charlotte says that he's got his reasons. But Leslie -- Charlotte says that you've got a very, very open relationship with her. Does any of this have to end it, if you don't want it to?" "I don't know," Leslie said quietly. "Maybe not." "So this wasn't consolation sex after all," sighed Ann, "just sex sex." "Sorry," muttered Leslie. "Oh well," said Ann, and began wriggling down the bed between the two men. "Fortunately, I do like fucking." She reached the level of the men's groins, and stopped. "Actually, I think I only like transgression because it gets me more cock." She gazed at Leslie's cock, then kissed it. Then she glanced up at his face. "So why do you despise the twentieth century, do you think? Really? It doesn't sound like you disapprove of much." "No," Leslie said, "but my parents are from that century, and they disapprove of everything I do. Fucking hypocrites." "Oh dear," said Ann to Leslie, "youth revolt? Bit old-fashioned I'm afraid, darling." "I think that our grandchildren are pretty straight-laced too, actually," said Edgar. "Charlotte doesn't think that they like how she lives, and reckons it would be a bad idea for them to find out too much about you and me." "Oh, well," said Ann, "perhaps this young man isn't going to feel obliged to revolt against all his elders now. And perhaps we can learn from each other." She squirmed a little way back up the bed, and kissed Leslie low on the chest. "Now, let's see what his elders can do for him." She used her hands to press her breasts against Leslie's cock, and began gently massaging it with them. "After all, there must be something that he hasn't tried..." //END//