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Thanks to Scalia for insightful edits.
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When the room stopped spinning, I fell out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Maggie was eating a bowl of cereal. She looked up at me and gave me a loving smile. "Can I take you up on that rain check tonight, or aren't you feeling well enough?"
"I'll be fine. I just need some rest." I didn't tell her that I'd fallen in her sister's bathroom after having sex with our niece.
"Good, because I'm more then ready." She licked her lips, and then took another bite. Before I could position myself to kiss her, the damn phone rang. I picked it up from the cradle and tossed it to her. She caught it and answered: "Hello?" "What's up?" "Yes, he's here. Why?" Maggie pressed the speakerphone button and put one finger to her lips. I kept quiet. "What was that, I didn't catch what you said."
I listened to Natalie's voice. "I said, Peter and I had the same dream last night. We both dreamed that Charlie had sex with Zoe in our shower."
I'd always wondered what memories my sex partners and others in the vicinity had after I jumped back to real time. Natalie's rendition satisfied my curiosity.
"He did?" Maggie stared at me.
I shrugged, feigning ignorance and surprise with a single gesture.
Natalie prattled on. "Peter and I were out somewhere, I don't remember that part, and we came home and heard noise coming from the bathroom. We both went in and pulled back the curtain. There he was, taking Zoe from behind."
Maggie tilted her head, seeking some non-verbal response. I tried to maintain a shocked expression. "So what did you do? In the dream, I mean."
"Well, they didn't stop until they were done. God, it was crazy, watching our child have sex with Charlie. Then after he pulled out, we had some kind of conversation. I don't remember precisely what was said, except that I commented on Charlie's extraordinarily large penis. Bigger than real life, I imagine."
Maggie smiled at her sister's comment. "Oh, Charlie's is pretty big."
"He is? Well, anyway, Peter attacked him but Zoe and I got Peter to stop. Then suddenly I woke up. Peter must have as well, because he doesn't remember anything past that point either. But the same dream: how is that possible?"
"Did Zoe have the same dream?" asked Maggie.
That was a great question. I wanted to know that as well, as preparation for the next time Zoe and I were in the same room. Only for defensive purposes, mind you.
"I was afraid to ask her," said Natalie. "I mean, the two of us having the same dream was freaky enough. But before she left the house, Zoe asked when we'd be seeing you guys again. So, what do you think?"
Maggie smiled and beckoned me closer. When I was within range, she ran her fingers up and down my crotch. There was no hiding my erection. "I think I need to keep you and Zoe away from Charlie. Really, sis, having dreams about my husband, naked?"
"It's not like I caused the dream. Although maybe-" There was a pregnant pause. "You know, I'd been thinking about Zoe and her first sex. I'd even considered asking Peter to be Zoe's first sex partner, but now I've had second thoughts," said Natalie. There was another long pause. "Do you think the dream was meant to suggest an answer? To Zoe's condition, I mean?"
Maggie's face reddened. "I know what you're about to suggest, and the answer is no." Maggie gripped my cock as she chastised her sister. "Charlie is not in the business of introducing young women to sex. So Charlie won't be flying or driving out to take care of Zoe. She's a big girl. She'll take care of herself."
Including picking her first sex partner? I was skeptical, but maybe it was because I'd been there.
"Well, maybe. But first thing, I'm putting her on birth control, just in case."
My cock throbbed at the thought of Zoe being unprotected. Maggie probably thought it was her continued stimulation.
Natalie's heavy sigh sounded like she was blowing into the phone. "I just pray she'll have it better than my first. It was awful. I don't even want to think about it."
So Natalie had bad sex her first time too? Was there no end to young women whose initiation was messed up? My latest clock jumps were for relatively recent incidents. So far, they'd had little or no impact on my life with Maggie and Felice. Jumping back to Natalie's first experience would put my desirable status quo in possible jeopardy. Nope, Natalie's experience would have to stand as is. Or as was. Time jumping was so confusing.
"I had no idea," said Maggie. "I'm so sorry. That's something that we share, sis."
I'd already messed up fixing Maggie's first. Going back and letting things transpire as they had originally returned things to normal. If not normal, then historically accurate, to keep Maggie as my real time wife.
Natalie's voice was gentle, needy. "Maybe we'll come out so you and I can chat, in person?"
"Any time."
I hoped she would bring Zoe. Oh yeah, I'd almost forgotten. I was limited to sex outside my marriage only in time jumps.
"Okay, well, thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Say hi to Charlie and Felice for us. Bye."