A Twist of Destiny Bk. 02

Holly2 rolled her hips in frustration. "Dammit, Daddy, stop fucking around and start fucking me! I didn't come all this way just to get teased!"

I unceremoniously pulled my cock out of Holly's mouth and then reinserted it back into Holly2's cock-hungry pussy- much more lovingly this time. "Very well," I said. "But after hearing the two of you chit-chat, I've come to the conclusion that neither of you will stay focused on the task at hand. So! New rule: until I'm done cumming, neither of you are to say a word unless directly spoken to. Moan and groan all you like, but shut up. Making babies is hard work and requires concentration. If you don't shut up, I might accidentally slip out at a critical moment or suddenly find myself back Home and giving it to your mother instead of you."

"She'd probably like that," Holly opined.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't!" Holly2 growled. "Okay, Dad! We'll shut up. Just don't stop fucking me, for heaven's sake, and don't forget to make yourself potent again!"

I again playfully swatted at her ass cheeks, gently this time, and said, "Of course I'm potent again, sweetheart. What do you think I am? Stupid?" There was no vocal reply except a pair of stifled giggles.

With that matter settled, I set myself to the task of having sex with my daughter's future self. I reached down with both hands to hold her hips steady as my thick cock methodically sank in and out of her depths for long moments which were interrupted only by Holly2's heavy breathing and Holly's occasional moans of pleasure (Holly2 had elected to lick Holly's pussy while I fucked her from behind). It was quite a sight, I must say, to bear witness. Holly writhed for endless moments while the future version of her licked, sucked and plied her pussy with wet, delicate fingers. I heard several soft gasps of orgiastic pleasure escape the lips of my daughter, which only spurred me on further.

Holly, for her part, wasn't completely idle, however. Between the waves of pleasure she experienced, she frequently tilted her head up so that she could return the favor and lick at the place where Holly2 and I were so sinfully joined. I felt her raspy tongue glide across the underside of my shaft when it was exposed and, from the sighs of pleasure that came from Holly2, she seemed to equally divide her attention to the clit that was above her.

"Does that feel good, baby?" I asked, not really caring which Holly thought I was talking to her. "Does she lick your pussy well?"

Both girls gasped out simultaneously and hissed out, "Yessss!" It was immediately followed by another short bit of light laughter.

"I feel myself getting close, girls," I told them. "I've told my balls to produce as much sperm as they could so that, when I cum, my naughty, sexy little daughter will most assuredly get pregnant. Do you want that, Babygirl?" I asked Holly2 as I increased the force of my thrusts.

"Yes, Daddy!" Holly2 whined. "Oh, please cum inside me! I want to feel it! I want to feel you make a baby, our baby, inside of me! Cum for me, Father!"

"I don't know," I said teasingly as I pulled my cock completely out of Holly2's hot cunt lips. "It's been awhile since I fucked my present daughter. A few days at least. Maybe I should sterilize myself real quick and put my cum inside of her instead?"

"You wouldn't da-!" Holly began to protest but was quickly silenced as I shoved the head of my penis into her mouth. Almost instinctively, she swirled her tongue around the crown of my cock and sucked hard on the tip. Holly2, meanwhile, mewled in sexual agony at being left empty so abruptly.

I pulled my hips back, withdrawing my cock from Holly's mouth with a wet pop, and waited for her to aim it back into Holly2's waiting hole. "On second thought, I have desperately wanted to breed my little girl for a long while now..." I said as my thickness once again filled her tight channel. On the in-strokes I could feel the tip of my penis stab at her cervix, but I still hadn't breached it yet. I was saving that part for when I actually did cum.

"I know you have, Dad," Holly said from below us as her hands began to lovingly caress my thighs and buttocks. "And now's your chance. I love watching you fuck from this angle! I can see everything from down here. It's so sexy to see my father's long, thick cock make a pussy bulge! And, when you cum, it's so sexy to see your balls clench as they spew out your seed. Only, now, it's going to be the real thing, isn't it, Dad? You're about to put your sperm inside of me and I get to watch it! Oh, shit, Holly, that feels good! Keep licking my pussy while our father gets ready to plant his seed inside of you! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!"

Holly2's ministrations on Holly's succulent pussy became more intense as I continued to pummel her rippling mound with my hard shaft. Her body shook and shuddered with the onslaught of my efforts, but she never faltered even for a second. It was like her mouth was glued to Holly's genitals and they wouldn't come off until we'd all gotten the satisfaction we so desperately needed and wanted.

Hearing Holly encouraging me to cum inside of Holly2 nearly sent me over the edge, but when Holly2's tight pussy walls suddenly clamped down on my shaft, I felt myself on the edge of losing all self control. I pushed deep into that damp tightness, felt the tip of my penis kiss the entrance to her cervix, and applied steady pressure.

The effect on Holly2 was immediate and she started to cum even harder. "YES!" she cried out. "Oh, yes, Daddy! I feel it! You're about to cum! Do it, Daddy! Fuck your baby into me! Make me pregnant with our son!"

Even as I felt the tip of my throbbing monster finally slip past the barrier of Holly2's cervix, I gasped out, "Did our boy fuck you like this?"

Holly2 craned her neck around to look at me. Her eyes were wild and filled with passion. "Yes!" she answered. "AH, FUCK YES! And you know what, Daddy? He's every bit as good as you! Now do it! Give our son life and fucking cum!"

"I'm cumming!" I shouted as I pressed myself as deeply into Holly2's body as I could, pushing my groin flush against the soft swells of her ass, and felt my cock throb powerfully one last time. I clenched my teeth, felt my muscles tighten and, as though I'd been hit by a tidal wave, my orgasm was upon me and I was helpless to stop it. Coherent thought ceased entirely as my testicles heaved and seized like mighty pistons, churning out my pent-up sperm in long, steady bursts. The sheer volume of cum that I produced in that moment of time I cannot imagine, but it seemed never-ending as the cannon between my legs bucked and belched out more and more greasy salvoes of sperm-laden seed. My body shook with the potency of my orgasm and it took almost every last ounce of self control to not grip my daughter's quivering hips too tight.

Holly2 screamed out her own orgasm as my seed flooded her deep chamber and thrashed her hair about wildly. Her fists pounded on the floor of our apartment while the rest of her body shook violently in synchronicity with my climax. We shared that moment as no one else could on the face of the Earth. Our orgasm, that fully mutual event which signified the bonding of flesh and the creation of life, was every bit as awesome as watching a star go supernova.

Holly, poor neglected Holly, watched from below in awe. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I registered the fact that she kept reverently saying "Oh my God" over and over while my cock poured out its virile payload into Holly2's fertile body. Soon, however, she stopped using her mouth to talk and employed it towards drinking the torrent of excess sperm that was being forced out of Holly2's well-fucked cunt. At some point, though, she found the task to be a futile one and simply lost herself in the throes of a sympathetic orgasm of her own, drowning in the abyss of expectation and knowledge that, some day in her personal future, she would be on the receiving end of my orgasmic onslaught.

Finally my peter petered out and I slumped back in exhaustion. As my body fell away from Holly2, the entrance to her most sacred of places became unplugged and even more of my warm, white fluid flowed from her body and into Holly's waiting mouth. My daughter drank down the concoction with relish and seemed eager to get as much as she could down her greedy gullet. Holly2, however, rolled off her younger counterpart onto her back and raised her hips high into the air so that what remained of my sperm could perform its intended purpose. She clasped the swollen lips beneath her distended mound and whispered, "Take root, baby. Take root!"

Holly, meanwhile, contented herself for a few moments with licking cum from her fingers and from around her mouth, scooping up whatever she could that had spilled out onto her neck, chin and breasts. Soon she had collected all that she was able and laboriously roused herself up until she was hovering over Holly2. No words were spoken, but Holly's intent was clear: Holly2 opened her mouth and, within seconds, a steady stream of thick, viscous fluid- my cum, mixed with Holly's saliva- flowed out past Holly's lips down into Holly2's waiting mouth. With that part of the ritual complete, Holly leaned down to passionately and lovingly kiss her future-twin.

When their lips parted, my daughter gently, reverently stroked Holly2's soft, glowing skin with careful caresses until her hand stopped over Holly2's cum-filled tummy. With her palm resting gently there, she kissed her "sister" again and said, "Thank you." A few seconds later she lay down next to Holly2 and visibly relaxed.

We all three rested where we lay for a few quiet moments until I broke the silence. "So... you actually met him? Our son?"

"Adam," Holly2 replied casually. "I know, I know. I shouldn't be telling you this, but screw the rules. You would not believe some of the stuff I've got floating around in my head by now. I've been visited by so many incarnations of myself that it's impossible to keep track of it all."

"And you really had sex with him?"

Holly2 laughed lightly at that question. "Dad, he really is every bit the lover that you are. Yes, I had sex with him. He's cum inside me, like, three times already. There's a future version of myself who is already pregnant with his baby."

I sucked air in between my teeth when I heard that. "Sweetheart, that's an awful lot of inbreeding. It can cause problems that you can't even imagine."

Holly2 leaned up on her elbows to face me. "It is an awful lot of inbreeding, Dad. And it's all intentional. Believe me, we know what we're doing, okay?"

I gave her a stern, reproachful look. "Evolution is a very dicey thing, Holly. It's unpredictable. There's no way to tell how it'll turn out."

Holly2 smiled at me sweetly. "Isn't there?" She said nothing more and left me hanging for a few moments so that I could chew on those two simple words. With a woman who can travel through time, I suppose that the very idea of random chance kind of went out the window.

Holly2 looked at Holly and said, "I really hate to conceive and leave, but I really do have to get back. Take care of him, please him and be patient, okay?"

"I got it," Holly said confidently. From their body language I could tell that they had already discussed a hell of a lot more than making babies before I got home. Part of me desperately wanted to pry and ask questions, but the more rational part of me took it for granted that, as a time-traveler, Holly would be prone to keeping a lot more secrets than any human could imagine as her own timeline went on.

A second later, Holly2 simply vanished from the room. The only evidence of her having been there at all was a small puddle of semen and pussy juice that had formed while she'd recovered from our sexual congress. Almost as promptly, the phone rang. It was Kathy calling us from the States.

I picked up the phone with a smile on my face and Holly repositioned herself so that she could cuddle up in my arms. "Hello, my love," I said into the phone.

"That was fucking incredible!" my pregnant wife said enthusiastically. "Seriously! I couldn't stop cumming just from watching the three of you! Our poor baby's probably wondering just what the fuck is wrong with me right now." There was a pause, which was followed by, "Holy shit, did I cum!"

I chuckled lightly and Holly, who could hear her mother's voice clearly, giggled. "I'm sorry you weren't able to be here and join us," I told her. "So... I've got some good news."

"So do I, actually," Kathy said brightly. "Wanna come home for a short visit? No sex. I promise. We just need to talk about stuff."

Holly sat up, kissed me on the lips and said, "Go ahead and go, Dad. I'll clean up here while you're gone. Besides, I already know what's going on anyway. Hi, Mom!"

"Hi, honey! Girl talk later, okay?" Kathy said loudly enough to be heard. "So? How 'bout it, stud?"

I laughed again and got to my feet. "I'll be right there, my love."

Chapter Twenty-Four: Home

"I swear to God, honey," Kathy said as she hugged me in warm greeting when I 'ported home, "I never thought I'd see anything hotter than the video of you knocking me up with Holly, but what I just saw tonight beats anything in my wildest dreams!"

"I'm glad you liked it." I kissed her happily and gently patted her swollen abdomen. "How's the baby doing?"

Kathy scowled and regarded her stomach. "He's being a nuisance! If he keeps moving like he has been all day I'm gonna do a belly-flop in a pool to get the little bastard back!" As though in reply, we watched a tiny bulge form from within her womb. "See?"

I soothingly caressed her tummy in sympathy and nodded. "He's probably just gotten worked up by all of your excitement lately. It's been a big day, hasn't it?" My eyes met hers with a bright, questioning gleam.

Her face broke into a huge grin that was nothing short of glorious to behold. A pregnant woman is a lovely thing to see, but a pregnant woman who's genuinely happy is a rare vision. "We're rich!" she said in an excited whisper. "They just announced the numbers a little while ago!"

Her excitement was infectious and I couldn't help but smile back at her. "And the hits just keep on comin'!" I said. "I've got a curious little story to tell you, too." I quickly told her about the situation with The Guardians and how I was soon going to become a solo act for a short while.

"Well that's perfect!" Kathy said with glee. "You can pick and choose your battles now and take off as much time as you want while we get started on building our dream house!"

My grin grew wider. "I can do better than that, actually," I said with a casual air. "All we need to do is buy the lot of land we want and I can make our house in no time." I wiggled my fingers in the air for effect. "Magic fingers, remember?"

Kathy's eyes widened as she realized what I meant. She flung her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. When our lips parted, she sighed. "You really are the best husband a woman could ever hope for!"

"Even though I just got our daughter pregnant?"

Kathy scoffed and giggled. "Hell, I might be the first woman in history to think you're wonderful because you just got our daughter pregnant!" She looked down at her belly. "You hear that, you cute, little creep? You're gonna have a... what is it... nephew? Brother?"

I shrugged. "Why not both? A bro-phew."

Kathy laughed at that and shook her head. "We've got to be the craziest people on Earth, but I love you."

I smiled warmly at my wife and hugged her close again, careful not to put too much pressure on the baby growing inside of her. "I love you, too, Kathy. Now... we should probably get to planning, yes? I can create a few small models of our soon-to-be dream house and we can tweak it however we want. Tomorrow morning we'll go collect our winnings, find a nice piece of land and, by day's end, we can start moving into our new place."

"You can build it that quickly?" she asked with surprise.

"I can excavate in a matter of minutes and I can create pretty much anything I want as long as I have some base material to work with. Once I've gone the excavation, I'll have plenty of base material."

"But a house is a hell of a lot bigger than a sword or a gun, honey. Won't that be too much strain even for you?"

I shrugged indifferently. "Then I'll take my time and be sure not to burn myself out. While it's true that I've never tried to create something on that scale before, I have a good feeling that it won't be that much of a problem for me."

She regarded me skeptically. "And to think, there was a time when I wouldn't have trusted you with a hammer and nails."

At that I smirked sardonically. "To be fair, what I'll be doing is a far cry from hammering a few nails into some wood. As long as my imagination is working, it'll be fine. If I have to, I'll do it in segments rather than everything at once."

"What about furniture?"

"What about it?"

"Well, we'll need some, won't we?"

"Naturally," I conceded, "but the same rules still apply. Get online and find some good pictures of what you want. I can work off those and let my imagination fill in the blanks."

Kathy shook her head in wonder. "I still don't get exactly how that works, anyway. You're able to produce gadgets that use technology that doesn't even exist yet, let alone that you understand. I mean, imagination can take you only so far. I just don't understand how you do it."

"Doctor Lamb puzzled over that one for awhile, too," I told my wife. "Through her studies she learned that the alien DNA sort of boosts the human brain to raise it to its fullest potential. While my imagination is certainly key in deciding on what I want, the knowledge of how to create it comes from... well... everyone." Kathy gave me a blank look of incomprehension. "You've heard stories of passengers refusing to take a plane flight and, lo and behold, the plane ends up going down, right? Well, some studies were done on that phenomenon."

"Collective consciousness," my wife supplied understandingly. "Okay. So... what? Your brain works as some sort of antenna that picks up on the whole collective consciousness vibe and, when you need to know how to make something without understanding it, you just sort of... tap into the knowledge of everyone else until you can come up with the answers?"

"More or less, yes," I answered. "It's not a conscious thing, though. It all happens on an unconscious level and I'd be helpless to explain how it works except for me to say that it just does. It's like an instinct, more than anything. Like breathing."

"Interesting," Kathy mused. "And all of your abilities work on the same principle?"

"They do for all of us, even you, honey. When you use your horticultural ability out in the garden, do you really understand what you're doing or do you simply have an idea of what you want to happen and then just sort of let it happen?" Kathy pondered that for a moment and then sighed. "I guess you're right. I just never really gave much thought to it."

I smiled. "You're not supposed to, honey. It works a lot better and comes a lot easier if you have faith in it and in yourself. Doctor Lamb realized that part of the reason each person manifests different abilities is because, when those abilities do manifest, it's easier to use them if they compliment a person's mentality. I'm a creative person by nature and I have a natural instinct to want to protect others. Therefore, the talents I developed reflected those character traits. You're very much into plants and growing things, so it's perfectly natural for you to lean in that direction when it comes to your abilities."