Chapter 8

Thanks to Scalia for editing

Once again all seemed right in the world. Maggie was my wife again, acting like she had before I began these sexual time excursions. But I had changed. The experiment my pretend daughter Sissy had conducted between me and her friend Joy, had changed me forever. That experiment had taken Joy and me extremely close to intercourse. Then Sissy stepped in, completely naked, to revel the true purpose of the experiment. My own daughter wanted to fuck me! Even though I wanted to fuck someone, anyone, incest was going too far even for me. Therefore, imagine my anxiety when my real daughter Felice brought home her friend Hermana, who looked identical to Sissy. And both of them deliver crotch-tenting kisses. This was real-time, as opposed to a flashback time, and the silver time clock definitely wasn't happy about incest under these conditions. I'd felt its power and knew what it could do when it got upset

It was easy to ignore the young women on the second floor. Then Maggie came in, sniffed and held her nose: "You stink, mister. Go on up and take a shower."

"I showered this morning, before I went to work." I gambled that this was a workday, a five out of seven chance.

"I don't care. Sleeping in that bathrobe has given you a body odor I don't want in my bed tonight."

I snuck upstairs, entered the hall bathroom and got into the shower. The images of Joy and Sissy naked kept me hard. I was tempted to beat myself off, but what I really wanted was sex with Maggie, for the first time in what seemed like years. Then I felt a chill. Someone had opened the door. "Hello?"

"It's just me Mr. Norris. Washing my hands." Hermana was on the other side of the shower curtain. I wondered if my body was visible. The curtain was frosted, and there was no light in the ceiling above the tub, so I figured I was safe. Until Hermana pulled back the curtain. The jig was up, and so was my cock.

"Oh, Mr. Norris. It's so beautiful!" Hermana dropped to her knees and grabbed my erection, rubbing it on her face.

"Please, no. You can't do this!" I put my hands on her shoulders in a losing cause to get her to stand up.

And then she stood wrapping her arms around my neck. The spray got both of us wet. Her shirt and bra were soaked, and I imagined her nipples through the two layers. She lifted her skirt so my cock could experience the gap between her thighs. "I want you so bad. Will you be my first lover?"

I was wobbly in the tub where rinsed-off soap had made the surface slick. I held onto Hermana. Okay, I'll admit it. I could have chosen a place other than her ass to grasp. It was instinctual, I swear. "I don't know if that's a good idea." And it was my bad habits that put my lips on hers, kissing her back with the same urgency that she'd demonstrated with me. My head was spinning, holding Hermana but kissing Sissy.

And then the clock struck. My legs slid out from under me as I fell into the tub. I had the good sense to let go of Hermana, rather than pulling her down with me into the tub. I heard footsteps coming down the hall. Hermana had the sense to pull the curtain shut, but there was still the matter of her soaked shirt.

I felt another draft and heard Missy's voice. "What happened?"

"I came in to wash my hands and get a drink of water," said Hermana. "I heard Mr. Norris shout and accidentally spilled water all over myself."

Not bad for a shoot from the hip lie.

"Charlie, are you okay?" asked Maggie.

"Slipped on the soap. I'll have a black and blue mark on my butt."

"I'll get an ice pack for you after you get out. Come on, girls, the show is over."

Girls? Evidently Felice had joined the crowd. The open door had cooled the room considerably. I had goose bumps but no erection, thank goodness.

The girls left me alone for the rest of the evening. I imagined them plotting to get Maggie out of the house so they could pounce, taking turns bouncing up and down on my cock. No such luck. The silver clock would have caused some interruption anyway. At the end of the evening, Hermana prepared to leave.

Felice accompanied her to the front door and called to me: "Daddy, why don't you give Hermana a ride? She shouldn't walk home alone."

Hermana seemed to like the idea but Maggie had other thoughts. "Felice can walk you half way, up to the school. You should be fine the rest of the way."

Neither of the girls were happy about Maggie's suggestion, but my hip was still hurting, and I was already in my pajamas.

"Be careful," admonished Maggie.

I didn't dare contradict my wife that driving Hermana home would have been the safest choice.

A few minutes later, Felice broke through the front door, screaming. "Call the police! He - he - oh god, I shouldn't have run away." She turned as if she was going to run out the door she'd just entered.

Maggie threw her arms around her, preventing her departure. "What happened?"

"Some guy jumped us. He grabbed me, but I got away. We ran in opposite directions, and he went after Hermana. Oh God! What if he got her?" Felice shoved Maggie away and ran out the front door.

So much for walking home being safe. The girls had been accosted. God knows what is happening to Hermana ... I handed Maggie a phone:"Call the cops. I can fix this." I left Maggie standing there alone and ran upstairs. The silver clock was waiting, expecting me. I held it tight against my chest, closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.

I was standing behind a tree near the street alongside the ball field at Felice's school. The winning season banner was back up, as it had been before anything had changed. The two girls walked along, their chatter a buzzing, sharing secrets. Maybe Hermana was telling Felice what my cock looked like when erect. Probably not. And then I saw him. He'd been crouching behind a set of outdoor bleachers. In a baseball hat, varsity jacket and some kind of handkerchief over his nose and mouth, he practically leaped at the pair. Just like in Felice's story, he grabbed her arm. She stepped back and delivered a roundhouse kick to his head. Probably a version of a cheerleading move. He left go and staggered backwards. Felice ran home. When she'd get there, she'd find her mother and me. Hermana ran in the other direction, across the field. Perhaps afraid of another blow, the guy went after Hermana.

On a patch of gravel, Hermana fell. The guy caught up with her, rolling her onto her back. Her skirt was easily brushed aside. He was keeping her down with his knees on her arms. She was trying to escape. I was witnessing yet another assault. Would saving Hermana mess things up again? I didn't care. I couldn't let her be raped. I ran over and knocked him off of her. He'd already ripped her panties off. He stood up and I took his fist in my face. I saw his penis jutting out, ready for the dastardly deed. So I kicked him in his nuts. He fell to his knees. I pushed him down, face first and climbed on top. For the first time, I was happy I was carrying a few extra pounds. His arms flailed to strike me, so I grabbed his wrists behind his back and held them. Hermana stood nearby, her hands covering her mouth. I yelled:"take my belt off!" Hermana did as I asked. She had to squat down to get my belt off.

With her help, I wrapped my belt around his wrists. "Oww, that's tight!"

I had the same thought about Hermana's pussy. "Just shut up, okay." Hog-tied like the pig he was, he struggled but couldn't escape. His makeshift mask slipped down to his neck. I saw the flashing lights before I heard the siren. Two cops approached, guns out.

"Put up your hands. Both of you." They weren't very gentle as they pulled me off him.

I tried to explain what was happening, but the cops were treating us equally. Hermana ran to the one of the officers and ratted the rapist out. "That's the man who tried to rape me," Hermana pointed at the molester, his ball cap on the ground.

The other cop replaced my belt with handcuffs. As the cop led him off the field, one of the ballpark lights illuminated his face. It was Roger! Roger the quarterback, older but no wiser. He looked up and saw me. "You? Again?" He shook his head. "But - but -"