Chapter 9: A Special Tool

James Davies

I groggily rose from sleep, unable to ignore my bladder any longer. I thrust off my blanket and sat up, blinking, the world a blur without my glasses. I groaned, wanting to slip back into sleep. It was Saturday. I was up late drawing. I almost finished the next panel of my comic. I glanced at the wall, at the drawing of my two girls.

Orihime and Ruri.

Even without my glasses, I could tell them apart. Orihime was all curves, her stance flirty and open, wanting to love me with her sweetness. Her orange hair swept around her face, her blue eyes almost glowing. Ruri stood slender and aloof. Remote, hiding her feelings beneath a cool mask. Her light-purple hair fell in pigtails, her purple eyes hovering on the edge of disdain and longing, her true emotions peeking through.

I grabbed my silver-rimmed glasses and pulled them on. The world sharpened into focus. I drew in a breath, my toes curling. The house sounded quiet. It was ... after ten in the morning. I blinked, surprised my sisters, especially Sam, weren’t up and making a racket. Maybe it was because Mom was visiting her friend in Vegas.

I stood up and stretched. My bladder demanded I do something about it. My stomach rumbled. I grabbed a discarded t-shirt, pulling it on as I stumbled to the door, scratching at my balls through my plaid boxers.

It felt good to piss and relieve myself. As I did, I became more and more awake. My stomach rumbled. I needed breakfast. I headed downstairs. The house was just so quiet. There was no one up at all. I frowned at that, shaking my head as I wondered where everyone was. It looked like no one had woken up. The lights were off.

Weird.

I poured myself a bowl of cereal. I yawned again, dumping milk over the marshmallow goodness. I clutched the bowl and headed back to my room, taking the stairs with care so as not to slosh my milk around. I was eager to get back to my comic. I was so close to the naughty bits. Ruri was going to finally show her affection. She was unable to hide her feelings behind her outbursts of emotion.

I reached the second floor and...

Becky was slipping out of our parents’ bedroom in her nightgown. She froze at the sight of me. My older sister, her auburn hair falling loosely about her round face. The seventeen-year-old girl swallowed as she stared at me. Her large breasts, as big as our mothers, rose and fell in her nightgown.

I shivered. Her nipples were hard. My dick began hardening in my boxers. She was my sister. I shouldn’t get turned on by the sight of her. My cheeks warming, I didn’t know what to do as she stared at me.

“Morning!” she squeaked, always shy, and darted for the bathroom. She vanished inside.

I shook my head, not sure what was up with that. Adjusting my cock, I headed for my bedroom. I slipped inside and glanced at my drawing of Orihime. Big and busty, like Becky, with a round face. I set down my cereal bowl on my desk.

Becky might have turned me on, but I was sixteen. Everything turned me on. It would be Orihime I thought about later. I smiled at her. She and Ruri were almost real to me. When I was drawing, it was almost like they were with me.

I smiled. We would definitely have some fun today.

Becky Davies

My heart was still beating fast when I emerged from the bathroom. I should have just used the master bathroom, but I wasn’t thinking right. I was so used to this one. I stared at James’s room. Did he think it was weird that I emerged from our parents’ bedroom? Did he have any idea that Daddy popped my cherry last night?

My entire body trembled. James couldn’t know about us. He wouldn’t understand. Just because Mom and Dad understood that Sam and I had incestuous desires for our father, didn’t mean James would. Maybe he would just think I was talking to Dad. I mean, it wasn’t weird to go into our parents’ bedroom to talk to them.

Right?

He didn’t say anything. He just stared like an idiot at me.

I glanced at the door to Daddy’s room. Should I risk it to go back in there? Would James realize it? Would he ... hear anything? Music thudded from his room. He must be drawing. He always listened to beats while drawing. He’d be lost for a while, drawing those pervy anime girls of his.

I wanted to return to Daddy. Last night was magical. I loved him so much. It was fun playing around with Sam, and I would totally do things with Mom, but it was Daddy I loved. I was his now. Sam and I would share him with Mom and be so happy. A kinky harem underneath James’s nose.

I wished my brother could understand things.

I slipped back into Daddy’s room and ... smiled.

Sam was kneeling beside him, her short, fiery hair swaying about her face as she bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down Daddy’s dick. He groaned, awake, enjoying my sister’s mouth. She looked so cute, her body trembling. Her hips wiggled from side to side as she blew him, her hand busy between her thighs, rubbing at her shaved pussy.

She was so kinky.

Daddy glanced at me, smiling. His dark hair was mussed after a night of passion. He was so fit and handsome. I shivered as he stared at me. My nightgown felt so heavy on my body all of a sudden. My nipples ached and throbbed. I ripped it off, exposing my naked body to Daddy’s gaze.

His eyes flicked up and down my body. My pillowy tits swayed as I squirmed. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Sam’s wet sucking echoed through the room. She slurped as she worked her mouth up and down his cock, her hand massaging his balls.

“James saw me, Daddy,” I said, my hands rubbing at my stomach.

“Oh?” he asked, voice throaty.

“What if he ... wonders why I was coming out of here?”

Sam’s mouth popped off Daddy’s cock. “He won’t realize anything,” she said, shaking Daddy’s cock. “James is dense. So come on and let’s enjoy breakfast.”

I bit my lip.

“It’ll be fine,” Daddy said. “I’ll talk to James tomorrow.”

His words were so confident. Of course, Daddy could handle things. I shivered as I drifted to the bed, eager to share his cock with my little sister.

Steve Davies

Becky crawled onto the bed, her large breasts swaying. They were as big as Linda’s, big and pillowy. Becky’s auburn hair swayed about her body. She looked good with her hair loose, but she also was sexy with her hair in a braid. My seventeen-year-old daughter had a big smile on her round face. Her blue eyes twinkled.

James could wait for tomorrow. When I had my next three edits on the phone. I would make him so happy he wouldn’t care I was fucking both his sisters.

Sam held my cock to her sister. It was so great to see them get along. They weren’t jealous over their crushes on me, but happy that they both could love me knowing that I would care for them as much as their mother. I remembered the true past, not the edited reality where Sam and Becky cared for each other. Loved each other.

Shared their passion with me.

Becky’s head leaned down. She licked and lapped at my cock. Her tongue dragged up my shaft. She brushed the tip of my cock. I groaned. My toes curled as she danced her tongue around the spongy crown.

Then Sam joined her. Their tongues both swirled around my cock. I groaned, my dick throbbing and twitching. This was an incredible sight. Both my daughters pleasured me. They fluttered their tongues up and down my tip, brushing each other. They licked and caressed me. Their lips nibbled and kissed at the sides as they fisted me.

“Damn,” I groaned as my two daughters loved me.

A set of blue and green eyes stared up at me, their cheeks rubbing together. Becky’s hand found my balls. She kneaded them, massaging my cum-filled nuts as the two sisters sucked on the edges of my dick’s tip, their lips meeting, almost kissing around the crown of my cock. It was incredible. My balls twitched. My toes curled.

It was incredible to experience this.

All thanks to Anael and this mysterious app. Why would God give me this power? To let me indulge in my perverted passion. I should be using these abilities to help people. I was being tested and ... and...

My daughters were sucking on my dick.

Becky’s lips slid over my cock as Sam pulled away. My youngest flicked her green eyes up to me, a mischievous grin on her face. Becky’s lips slid up and down my cock, her heavy tits swaying back and forth as my eldest daughter loved me.

“That’s it,” Sam purred. She licked her sister’s ear. “Mmm, just love Daddy’s cum and get us some yummy breakfast. Cum’s full of all that protein. A breakfast any slutty daughter should enjoy.”

Becky moaned about my cock. The humming buzz made my dick throb. My shaft twitched as Sam fisted me. Becky sucked harder, bobbing her head up and down my cock. The pleasure spilled through me.

“Yes, yes, get Daddy to cum all over our faces so we can lick each other clean. That’ll make him hard.”

“Damn, you are naughty, Sam,” I groaned.

She flashed me another grin, stroking my cock faster.

Then Becky popped her mouth off and smiled at Sam. “Your turn!”

“It’s so good to see you two share,” I groaned as Sam engulfed the tip of my cock. My youngest swallowed my shaft with skill. She sucked with an enthusiasm that made my toes curl.

“Why wouldn’t we share, Daddy?” Becky asked. “We both love you.”

Those words made my cock throb in her hand. I groaned as Sam took more and more of my cock. My dick brushed the back of her throat. My balls throbbed in Becky’s hand. Sam’s tongue swirled around my cock, teasing me.

“Yes, yes, Sam,” Becky said. “We’re going to have cum for breakfast. That’s so naughty.”

Sam popped her mouth off my dick with a wet plop. “It’s more than naughty! We’re going to be such sluts for Daddy, Becky! Sluts!”

As she re-engulfed my cock, Becky shivered. She glanced up at me, her blue eyes dewy. “Do you want us to be your sluts, Daddy?”

“Yes!” I groaned, the pleasure flowing down my cock. “I would love for you to be my slutty daughters. I love you so much!”

Becky smiled. “We’re his sluts, Sam!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, my dick throbbing in Sam’s mouth. My youngest sucked with such enthusiasm, her incestuous passion surged through me. My cock twitched and throbbed in her mouth. “Damn, I’m going to cum.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” Becky said, rubbing her cheek against her sister’s. “Cum on our faces so we can lick it off each other. Won’t that be naughty, Daddy?”

“So naughty!” I groaned my balls tensing beneath Becky’s massaging hand. “Just a little more, Sam.”

The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. Sam’s sucking mouth brought me closer and closer to exploding. Her green eyes twinkled in delight as she loved me. She slurped on my cock, drool leaking down my shaft to her stroking hand.

“Just cum on us, Daddy!” Becky cried out, her voice throaty. Her blue eyes begged, her round face pressed against her sister’s. “We’re your slutty daughters!”

“Yes!” I growled, my balls twitching. I was almost there. “Sam!”

Sam popped her mouth off my dick. Her hand flew up and down my shaft, massaging the tip of my cock. Their cheeks pressed together, Sam aiming my cock right at them. The pleasure surged up my cock to the tip. I was almost there and...

“Yes!”

My dick exploded.

My incestuous cum erupted from my dick. It splashed across their faces. Ropy lines of taboo passion painted their expressions. From Sam’s elfin features to Becky’s youthful delight. I sprayed their cheeks. Their foreheads. My pearly spunk dribbled down their faces as I grunted. Every blast of jizz sent a bolt of rapture through me.

I groaned, the bed creaking as my body shuddered. My balls unloaded. More and more cum erupted from my shaft. It coated my daughter’s faces. Becky massaged my nuts, working out all my jizz. Sam stroked my cock with her milking grip.

“Fuck!” I grunted. My body spasmed one final time as the last spurt of jizz spilled over Sam’s hand.

With a moan, Becky turned her head and licked first. My shy, older daughter lapped up my jizz from her younger sister’s face. It was so exciting to watch. Her pink tongue gathered up that pearly spunk. Sam whimpered, her eyes fluttering.

Then they attacked each other.

I watched in awe as my two daughters enjoyed their salty breakfast. Their tongues flicked and fluttered, their naked bodies trembling. I grinned at the hot sight, their lips meeting, kissing. They snowballed my jizz back and forth, the two sisters sharing this delight. They moaned, whimpered. Sam’s hands kneaded Becky’s soft tits.

“You two are just so beautiful,” I groaned, smiling at them.

They broke apart, drops of cum still beading on their faces. “Thanks, Daddy!” Sam said. “Mmm, that was good.”

“Yeah,” I said then my stomach growled.

“Oh, no, Daddy needs his breakfast, too!” Becky said. “Come on!”

She jumped from the bed and darted naked to the door. She reached it and gasped, her cute, curvy rump clenching as she whirled around. She pressed her back to the door, her cheeks a mask of scarlet. Sam burst out into laughter.

“Forget to get dressed?” Sam asked, reaching off the bed to snag her own nightgown. She wore nightgowns now. I changed her from preferring pants to skirts, a minor change that I didn’t think would turn her into preferring feminine sleeping attire instead of her PJs.

“I was just ... excited,” Becky said, her large tits rising and falling.

The girls darted into the bathroom to wash their faces before dressing and heading downstairs. I followed them in boxers and a t-shirt. I leaned against the wall, watching them cook pancakes and bacon, giggling and laughing.

It was surreal. For years, the pair had been fighting. Ever since puberty, the pair did not get along. And now they were so close. They kept glancing at each other, sharing giggles and wicked smiles. Becky’s hair danced loosely about her shoulders, tousled by our night of passion.

She looked so much like her mother had when I first met Linda. My dick hardened in my boxers, remembering the first threesome. It was incredible to relive my memories from this edited timeline. There were other threesomes I’d enjoyed with my wife. I could sink into them whenever I wanted.

Interactive porn starring my wife. How kinky.

Breakfast was almost as good as Linda’s. My wife had a magical touch in the kitchen. Becky had it, but Sam, even in this edited timeline, was hopeless. The bacon was burned at the edges, but I nibbled around it. I didn’t say anything because she was just so happy to serve me.

I left the girls to clean up and took a shower, feeling refreshed. I came downstairs in a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. I was thinking about diving into another memory of fun with my wife when my phone rang.

My wife’s smiling face appeared on the screen. I grinned and swiped the screen, wandering away from the kitchen.

“Hey, honey.”

“Hey, stud,” she said, a throaty quality to her voice. “Both our daughter’s cherries? In one night? Are you still alive?”

“I feel amazing,” I said. After reliving that memory of Linda embracing her bisexual side and sharing her love with me, I felt more comfortable with this conversation. I still remembered my life where Linda hid the truth from me, disgusted and ashamed of her lesbian desire for her friend, Marissa. “They were ... eager.”

“I bet they were,” Linda moaned. “I am so jealous that I missed it.” She let out a sigh. “Why did they have to wait until I was out of town?”

“Sam started it,” I said, lying. Should I tell my wife about my phone? Could I even convince her of what I could do? How? I couldn’t edit her ever again. Once I changed someone, that was it. “Maybe she just wanted me all to herself. You’d have to ask her.”

“I did. She just said it felt right tonight. Like she just knew it was time.” She sighed. “Becky, too.”

“Sorry, honey,” I said, sitting down on the couch in the living room. “But you’re having fun in Vegas. You looked happy with Evaline and Marissa.”

“Mmm, she’s a vixen,” my wife said. “Still ... I’d kinda rather be home right now.”

“Our daughters aren’t going anywhere,” I said, surprised by this strange twist of guilt. I should be angry at Linda. She’d been cheating on me since we started dating, hiding her relationship with Marissa. But ... it was me she chose, and ... I cheated on her today. And thanks to my changes, well, she never cheated on me in this timeline.

That Linda no longer existed.

That made my head ache.

“You can play with Sam and Becky on Monday. They’re eager for you to come home.”

“I know,” Linda said. “My phone is full of texts from Sam. She’s snapped me so many naughty pics of her pussy. She captions them with things like: ‘Can’t wait for you to lick this pussy, Mom,’ and, ‘Imagine your face between my thighs.’ Stuff like that.”

“Good thing you have two women to lick your pussy and calm you down after getting those pics.”

My wife gave a throaty laugh. “Good thing. Though they’re sleeping at the moment. We were up late last night.”

“Me, too,” I said. “Our daughters woke me up with a blowjob.”

“Lucky stud,” she said. “You’re getting so much pussy this weekend. I’m glad. I always feel a little guilty when I go on these trips knowing you’re home alone.”

I shifted, swallowing. “You ever wonder what would have happened if you hadn’t told me about Marissa. That you ... were too ashamed to admit you were bi. That you were hiding it from me.”

“Why are you asking that, Steve?”

“No reason,” I lied, feeling my phone in my hand. It grew so heavy. I had so much power in it.

“I don’t know. Probably miserable trying to hide it. Marissa would hate me.” She shuddered. “She’s never really forgiven me that I chose you over her.”

“So you think it’s better this way?”

“Than denying myself? Or course. Just like it’s good that our daughters don’t deny their love for you.”

“Yeah, it is,” I said, my dick throbbing. I adjusted myself in my jeans. “So, what are you three doing today?”

“Going to a strip club, I think. After seeing a few shows. I’m going to buy Evaline a lap dance and see how she reacts.”

“That sounds—”

“Daddy,” Sam said, appearing before me wearing a short skirt. It was such an alien sight to me, her lithe legs on display. She had an old shirt on that fit tight to her petite body, molding to her small breasts. “It’s time to work on the car.”

“Our daughter is standing before me in a short skirt,” I said. “She looks insistent.”

“I bet she is,” Linda said. “Old perv, just staring at those young legs.”

“Yeah,” I said, my dick throbbing as Sam grinned at me. “I love you, Linda.”

“Love you, too, stud. Enjoy!”

“We’re just going to go work on the car,” I said.

“Riiiiiight.” I pictured her smiling. “Later.”

The phone went dead as Sam took my hand. She had a naughty grin on her face as she pulled me from the couch. My dick throbbed. All those times my daughter flashed that smile at me and stared at me with this eager look I now knew it was her flirting with me. I was just too dense to realize my fourteen-year-old daughter had the hots for me.