Lying in her bed, Adrianna's mind fantasized about John, her daddy. At the same time one hand lightly teased the outer lips of her pussy; the other lightly rubbed on the nipples of her 34C breasts.
She was back in time and was eavesdropping on her much younger daddy. God he was a hunk! She noted the thick dark hair, his long tanned legs and how succulent his butt looked in a pair of cut-off blue jeans. As she focused in on his muscularity and his smile, her breathing deepened and oxygenated blood flowed to her crotch. The first hints of arousal caused her to spread her legs slightly. Fingers explored her womanhood and a sigh slipped out her mouth.
She imagined approaching him ... but how? Would he have found the notes she planted telling of her arrival, telling of who she is/was/would become? Would he believe those or just think them a sick prank by his older, jealous brother or a friend? If she did in fact meet him, 20 years ago, would she upset the Time Continuum and be unable to return to her own current reality?
Despite these thoughts, she moaned as her fingers got busier. Sleep was fading fast as her insistent fingers pinched her nipples sending jolts through her body. Her other hand continuing to caress and explore the outer reaches of her pussy, then two fingers, now wet from the juice within, eased inside as she proceeded to finger fuck herself, reaching for the especially sensitive spots within. She quickly moved toward a climatic wakefulness when her dream vision turned in an odd angle.
She found herself looking down a repeating corridor as if she were standing between opposing mirrors. What exactly was her dream trying to tell her? Even as her brain wrestled with this vision, physically she felt hurried like the message better come quick. She felt as if she were on a knife's edge and could either learn something huge or miss it entirely.
Her body was building toward a fever pitch as her fingers thrust more urgently into her honey hole. Both hands continued to ignite deeper pleasures within as she alternated strumming her clitoris and pinching her nipples. Her shapely ass lifted off the bed, while fingers blurred as she frantically frigged sensitive pussy.
Through a growing haze of desire, she looked again deeper into the mirror. She saw, marching off into infinity, duplicate reflections of herself and the scene around her.
The Answer!
"I KNOW WHAT TO DO!! JOHN!!"
Even as she shouted out those words, a blinding orgasm wrenched her body in ultimate release while she desperately tried to stay connected and aware of what the dream taught her. She continued to scream out her climax, riding the wonderful waves that flashed through her body.
Her body descended back to the mattress as the sweet post-orgasmic bliss set in. A drowsy smile showed on the corners of her face, to smile more was just too much effort after that brilliant cum.
Good thing she lived in a very big house with her parents far off and not within earshot. The last thing she needed right now was Carol, her poor excuse of a mother, to come bursting into her room inquiring what was wrong.
Nothing was wrong, mommy. I've found a way to make your husband - my lover - happy!
Course if it was her daddy ... MMMM!!
Snuggling into her blankets, her mind reviewed the just revealed Answer. It supported her conclusion of what she suspected about time travel, though wasn't able yet to properly understand or explain.
Until this moment, everyone believed time existed along a narrow, single track. All hypotheses supposed that even if time travel was possible, it could only result in alterations to the future in response to changes to the past. Go ahead, change your past, but do so knowing the risk will change your future or even you can't return to that future because you no longer exist.
Adrianna had already proved a time jump was possible when she sent a strangely dressed frog into her daddy's past. She even wheedled that reality out of her father by "innocently" questioning him about his recollections as a young man. But, as the idea burned in her mind - that time wasn't one-dimensional - she concluded tests would have to be done to verify this and to find out how to enter, or perhaps even create, alternate realities.
Is there a Grand Central Station, a hub, from which new realities could sprout? Or, does one only find an alternative when one walks into it, and that becomes its own separate reality? If so, how was that done?
Short jumps back a few weeks or months provided the answers, though it came slowly over most of the second half of her 19th year. At first she stayed within the machine moving slowly observing the environment her craft "moved through." She became aware of an energy field surrounding the time machine not unlike how sci-fi depicts wormholes in space. Unknowingly, at least on a conscious level, Adrianna's brain was controlling the rate of acceleration backward. But then, the human brain was capable of so much more and it only stood to reason a young woman who had grasped as much as she had concerning physics and time travel might be exercising her brain in new ways.
Time marched on as six months dwindled to four, then two.
She tried to push the urgency aside that the window to jump into her past only had only a couple months or so left.
Again, creeping along, she noticed rather than fire or electrostatic discharges, moments of her past life slipped by as her craft moved along the corridor.
Stopping the craft at a random point, she found herself opening a new route ... a new wormhole ... again, her brain provided the necessary effort to open a new route for exploration!
Later, having returned to her "home," Adrianna felt a sense of relief - so it was possible!
"Daddy, I've found the way!" she said as she leaped into her John's arms.
Caught slightly off guard, John was glad he wasn't holding his coffee mug. Even if it was the cold leftovers of yesterday's batch, it would have made a mess between them.
"Hey Sugar, what way?" He was then pleasantly greeted by another sensuous kiss by his daughter. That kiss alerted him to the fact that 41 was much to young to be holding his beautiful daughter and not become aroused. Despite her whimper, he set her down. Carol could be nearby, and though he was growing hard, that confrontation could be far harder to deal with.
"Darling, tell me what happened? I assume you mean with time travel, but what's so significant?"
"Daddy ..." she began again, "time isn't a one-way street. If anything time is a router or a hub ... like ... imagine time as the center of a bicycle wheel. Each spoke radiates outward and represents a new Continuum reaching to its own infinity."
"Hmm, OK. I see your idea, but how do you prove that?"
