The Timepiece Traveler
Copyright© 2021 by Meteoguy
Chapter 8
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Richard's love of antiques has unexpected consequences. This is the start of a series that I anticipate will have many chapters! Comments are appreciated.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft mt/mt Teenagers Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Aliens DoOver Time Travel Genie Cheating Incest Brother Sister Interracial Black Male First Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts
I decided to shelve my desire to arrange another threesome with Leah and Britney. Although the thought was very exciting, I was more focused on my recent encounter with Paula. I wanted to ask Leonardo again what he had to say about reliving and changing the past. I imagined the Mona Lisa painting; a swirl of vapour formed, and he appeared, showing me fucking Paula.
“Oh my,” he said. “Really, your sister! You are one of the horniest keepers of the timepiece that I have ever had to deal with. Well, I can see that you were both enjoying it. Who am I to be your moralizer? I can tell you lots of stories about what I did and who I did, when I was alive. But I digress. What’s on your mind? Oh yeah, I can read it. I thought we covered that. There are consequences when you change the past. Remember when I told you to keep it small. Catching that ball and being the hero doesn’t sound like a huge change in the scheme of things, but it affected all your teammates, family members, and friends. That is unfortunate about Carl. However, in this world, when something good happens, something bad must happen to balance it.”
“But did he have to die?” I pleaded.
“It seems rather drastic, but that is the way of the universe. The conservation principle works for everything. Think of Newton’s third law - ‘For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.’ He was talking about objects, but it also applies to everything in life.
“You could, of course, go back and change it to serve yourself. But that doesn’t mean that something bad won’t happen again. Carl might not die this time, but something else will happen that you will likely find unpleasant. Once again it comes down to your choice. Get it?”
“Yes, I understand, but I really feel guilty about him dying.”
“Well, you know what to do to fix that. Gotta run, have fun with Paula, you horny goat!”
The swirling vapour showed a horrific car accident scene on the left, Paula lying on the bed, her legs spread, beckoning me to join her on the right.
As the cloud gradually dispersed, I was conflicted. Should I go back in time and try another fix, knowing now that even though it would still benefit me, someone else would suffer from it? Why is life so fucking complicated?
I wasn’t completely happy with my decision, still feeling some guilt, but I decided to leave the outcome of the big change in my life alone for the time being. It could always be changed later.
Horny goat eh? I thought. I guess he’s right. Might as well admit it. My cock twitched and started to grow, thinking about what it would be like to fuck my sister again. But, with a tremendous amount of willpower, I put my carnal desire on the back burner and decided to go back home to see if there were any changes after my history rewrite.
I pressed the red button on the timepiece, and immediately I was transported back to my downstairs den. I walked through the house; nothing major seemed altered. There were subtle changes, different furniture and artwork, but that was it.
I thought back to the last thing that Rachel said before she left: “Wow, that was some kiss, and you have quite the bulge in your shorts. Is that for me, or are you still fixated on Michelle’s boobs?” she said, with a big grin. “No problem with fantasizing. To be honest, she turns me on a bit too!”
As I was getting excited thinking about the possibilities, I saw a note taped to the door. ‘Don’t forget, Michelle is coming over for supper tonight.’
What the fuck. I thought this was only a fantasy! I hurried downstairs to check out my journal. The most recent entry said this: ‘We had another great meal at the restaurant this evening. Rachel suggested it, saying that she loved the food and atmosphere there, but what really made it special was Michelle. When we got there, Michelle greeted us warmly. Rachel spontaneously hugged her. It turned me on to see the two of them embracing. Throughout the meal, Michelle was very friendly with us. However, it was even more so with Rachel. Whenever she came to the table to serve us, it was obvious that an attraction was developing between the two women. Just before we left, Rachel asked Michelle over to our place for dinner the following night. Michelle said sure, it was her night off.’ Well, this could turn out to be a memorable evening!
I went down to the bookstore to work for a few hours. I had a flexible schedule that allowed me to choose my hours. It wasn’t very busy there, especially during the week. There were only a few customers. I had lots of time to think about what might happen with Michelle. Maybe nothing. I was full of anticipation, though! I left around 4 pm and went to the supermarket. Rachel had texted me to pick up a few things for supper. She wanted it to be special for Michelle. I got home around 5 pm.
Aside from my thoughts about Michelle, I was thinking a lot about what Leonardo had said about changing the past. Before the fun started with Michelle, I wanted to give it one more test to see if it always worked the way he said it had to.
When I was nineteen, I had a summer job after my first year in university at an isolated fish hatchery. There were about thirty of us there, raising salmon in large ocean nets. It was a well-paying job that really helped me out with my finances at the time. It was a great group of young guys and women. The food was very good, and we had lots of fun in the evening, drinking and socializing.
There was a combination of single and married quarters. One young couple, Kirk and Janea Thomson, were the exception. They kept mostly to themselves, and it was common knowledge that they were having marital problems. One day I was talking to Kirk, who really opened up to me about their issues. He told me how depressed he was since she started talking about leaving him. I listened to him for a while, but I figured that they were young and would probably work things out between them. How wrong that was!
One evening, after we had supper and were relaxing in the lounge, Janea came running in. She shouted to us, “I need help; Kirk is on the floor, and I can’t wake him up. I found an empty bottle of pills next to him.”
We rushed over, and the first aid guy did everything he could to revive him, but it was too late. He started to turn blue, and he was gone.
I went down to my den and powered up the timepiece. I checked my journal for the date and time of our talk, entered the location coordinates, and pressed and held the green button. After the usual roar and hurtling through space, I landed on the pier and saw my younger self walking next to Kirk. I willed myself into his body and directed him to have a long talk with Kirk, trying to console him. To make sure, I had him go to his room, open the bottle of pills, and flush them down the toilet. I stayed there for a couple of days. They had joined the rest of us and seemed happier together. When I was satisfied that I had fixed things, I time-travelled back home.
I went straight to my journal. The entry about the suicide was gone! I felt good about this until I skimmed forward a couple of months. Seven weeks later, there was an item that really shook me: ‘A fire of suspicious nature levelled a senior’s care home. Many people died as firefighters couldn’t get inside to save them.’ Two days later: ‘Kirk Thomson has been arrested and charged with arson resulting in the death of seven people.’
Fuck, I thought, this is the last time I try to fix anything ever again. I had just made it worse! I really needed something to help me forget about this. And I knew exactly what to do about that!
I went upstairs and was preparing a salad when Rachel crept behind me, reached around, and grabbed my crotch! I jumped, almost cutting myself with a paring knife!
“Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to startle you. Oh my, you seem glad to see me,” she said, my cock responding to her touch. “I really want to play with it, but Michelle will be here shortly. I have been thinking all day about what fun we’re going to have with her this evening. I have a strong sense that she feels the same way.”
We spent the next hour preparing and cooking one of Rachel’s favourite Italian dishes. When the doorbell rang, Rachel went to let her in, while I took some wine glasses out of the cabinet and placed them on the island next to an expensive bottle of Chianti Classico.
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