Copyright (c) 2006, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication: Tuesday, February 21, 2006 Republished at ASSTR.org: Monday, June 28, 2010 Author: Hardguy Title: As It Was Meant To Be Summary: In this prequel to 'It Began One Day At The Mall' we learn the fate of Danielle's father, who finds that his future lies in events long past. Keywords: M/g, ped, exhib, mast, rom, cons, 1st, oral, sci-fi The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the reader. It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal in much of the modern world. I do not condone or encourage any activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter the circumstances. Please realize that there is a line between being a pedophile and being a child molester. Any time that line is crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created. Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from those who cannot see that line. Thank you. Author's Note: This story is a prequel to 'It Began One Day At The Mall' and makes references to that story's characters. Although I believe that each story can be enjoyed independently of each other, you may want to read 'It Began...' first or reacquaint yourself with it if you have already read it before proceeding here. As It Was Meant To Be Written by Hardguy =Prologue= Danielle Nelson felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked out the window of the taxi cab. She was fairly certain it was due to the excitement and anticipation she'd had of this day, and not a result of the wondrous natural biological process currently occurring in her womb. She felt her husband's hand tighten on her own, and she looked over at Jack. "I'm ok," she said, giving him a smile. "I'm just anxious, you know?" "I know, honey," Jack said, lifting his recent bride's hand and kissing it. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" "I'm sure. I know you've been so supportive of me with this whole crazy thing, but if this really does have something to do with Daddy, I think this is something that just me and Mom should do together," she said, putting a hand to the small synthetic diamond she wore around her neck that she had a specialty company make from her late mother's ashes. "Plus I don't know how long this will take, so I don't want to keep you from doing other more interesting things." "Dani, there's nothing I find more interesting than you," he said, leaning over in his seat to kiss her. As their lips separated the cab stopped and Danielle took a deep breath. "Well, here I go. Meet you back here in a couple hours?" she said. "Sure. I love you, honey." "I love you too, Jack," she said, giving him a quick kiss and then opening the door. Inside the bank, she met with the manager, with whom she had talked earlier about her visit. He led Danielle down 2 flights of stairs and into a fluorescent lit climate managed room, lined with 1x1 foot compartments on the walls. They walked through 3 rooms that were laid out in a similar fashion before coming to a locked door. He asked for the old key that Danielle had found buried near her childhood home on a tip from an anonymous letter that she received 7 years ago. The manager inspected the key, handed it back to Danielle with a smile, and then unlocked the door. This room was similar to the preceding 3 rooms, though it appeared much less disturbed. The compartment doors were about half as tall, but just as wide and were behind a sheet of plexiglas, similar to a display case in a store. The keyholes on them appeared to match the style of the old key. She followed him to a section of the room where he unlocked the latch and slid the glass aside. "There you are, miss: Box 235," he said to her, holding his hand up to one of the compartments. Danielle took a deep breath and placed the key into the box and turned it. They both heard the old lock click as the small door opened. Inside was an old metal box, which the manager removed from the slot and handed it to Danielle. She looked at it as though it was some kind of sacred relic. "This way please," the manager said, as he finished securing the other boxes behind their protective glass. They walked back to the stairs and up one flight where there were a series of private booths with a table and chairs laid out for people to do what they wished with the contents of the deposit boxes. Unlocking the door to one of these booths, he let Danielle inside. "You can take a long as you want until we close at 6pm. Just press this button here if you need anything," he told her, gesturing at a small panel on the wall. "Yes, thank you," she said, stepping inside. The manager closed the door behind her, which automatically locked itself. Danielle had a seat at the table and placed the box in front of her. She felt her heart beating fast as she opened the box, almost afraid of what she would discover inside. Inside the box was a folded yellowed sheet of paper. Danielle delicately lifted the document from the box, terrified that she might accidentally destroy it due to its apparent age. She carefully unfolded it and read slightly faded words written in old ink at the top of the page. 'To my beloved daughter Danielle...' Tears streamed down her cheeks as she noticed another object in the box. It was an old faded color photograph of her and her mother, taken roughly 15 years earlier. "Oh my God...Daddy..." =1= Ken landed with a thud. Rather, his pod landed with a thud. He reoriented himself and checked his instruments. By all indications, it had worked. He had just become the first person ever to travel back through time. Kenneth C. Newman was a professor working for the U.S. Government, and had been in charge of their top secret temporal mechanics research laboratories, but to his wife of 5 years, 4-year old daughter, and friends he was a non-assuming insurance adjustor. He wasn't sure exactly what it was the government wanted with this kind of technology, as the risks involved with using it to tamper with the flow of past events were huge, but the money was good and he was able to provide well for his family. At the moment, however, all of that was meaningless unless he could return to his own time. The primary and secondary coolant systems appeared to be overloaded, and main power had failed, with the auxiliary power system at only 25% capacity. It appeared that he had miscalculated during the rodent and primate trials when it had come to scaling the system up to human capacity travel. While this did present him with a challenge, he wasn't entirely screwed yet. He shut the system down and looked around behind him for the period clothes and tools he had brought with him just in case he needed to interact with the locals. He exited the pod, which was about the size of a Volkswagen Bug, and inspected it for any external damage. It had gotten a little dirty from the landing, but as expected, there was no damage due to the materials it was made out of. Ken had his doubts as to the supposed Earthly origins of some of the parts, but as long as they did the job, he didn't question where they came from too much. He'd already seen too many of his scientist friends pulled from the project by being too curious. He undressed and started to change into the mid-19th century clothing he had brought with him. A dull ache in his scrotum reminded him of the mandatory vasectomy he had undergone in order to make this trip. It was just one of a dozen rules and regulations that had been written to prevent any travelers from altering the future too much, which included the introduction of "foreign genes" into the past. Once dressed, he draped an odd shiny tarp over the pod and activated it, causing the pod to vanish. Like the external material of the pod, he also wondered if the tarp had other worldly origins. He took a compass from his pocket to get his bearings, and set out towards the road that would lead him into the town that should be only a few miles away. He had only walked for about 20 minutes along the road when he spotted a person walking towards him. They were small, likely a child, and judging by the dirty overalls they wore, a boy. As they drew nearer, he saw that the child had two braided blonde pigtails, and was in fact a girl. She looked to be of Danish descent and had striking blue eyes. "Hello, sir," she said cheerily as they passed each other. "Hello, miss," he replied. She passed by him and continued on her way. Ken figured he should ask her for directions, as he figured a local person would know the area better than his 170 year old map would. "Excuse me, miss," he called causing her to stop and turn to him. "Could you tell me, which direction is the nearest town?" "That would be Charleston. It's about 5 miles opposite the way your heading." Ken noted he would have a word with the geology team when he got back. "Oh my, I guess I got turned around then," he said sheepishly. "Mind if I walk with you?" "Not at all, sir," she beamed. "I thought I would go mad from having no one to speak with much longer." Ken offered his hand and she took it, giving it a shake. "My name's Ken Newman." "Alice. Alice Mikkelsdotter, sir." "Pleased to meet you, Alice. How old are you?" "I'm eleven. You have a job, sir?" "I'm something of a doctor, Alice." This wasn't a total lie, as he did hold a Ph.D. in physics. "Oh...from a town other than Charleston? I already know the doctor there." "Yes, I'm from Portland." "Portland? Where's that?" Ken opened his mouth to honestly answer her but caught himself as Portland, Oregon had yet to exist in this time. He had no choice but to answer with the city's namesake. "It's in Maine, in the east along the coast." "Oh...you're awfully far from home then, aren't you?" "Yes. I've been traveling around the country for a few months now." "Where are you staying at, sir? A hotel or with a friend, surely." "I've been camping as I go. My camp site's not far from here, actually." "Isn't that awful lonely? I don't know if I could stand that." "I suppose it is at times, but I have a few books to keep me company." "You can read too?!" Alice asked with some amazement. Obviously literacy wasn't as widespread as Ken was used to. "Of course. You have to be a good reader to be a doctor." "I wish I could read. I used to go to school, but Pappa needed me at home on the farm too much, so I had to leave after my second year. He doesn't see any need for me to be able to read or write anyways, since I'm a girl." Gender equality also seemed to be something this time period lacked. "You live with your parents on a farm?" "It's just me, Pappa, and Sally, my little sister, sir. Mommy died of cholera 'bout 2 years ago and my brother Charles burned up in a fire last month." "Oh...I'm...sorry to hear that," Ken said, a little shocked at the grief this girl had gone through at such a young age. "It's ok, sir. Pappa and the pastor said they were with God now in Heaven, and I'll see them again when I die some day." The two walked in silence for a few minutes until Ken spotted a farm house. "That your farm, Alice?" "Yes, sir. That's Pappa there at the barn," she said, pointing out a figure moving around. "Sally's too little, so she doesn't work with Pappa much like I do." "What do you do on the farm?" "I help Pappa harvest the crops and I take care of the cows. Sally tends to the chickens and helps with the cooking. She's only 7. We used to have a nigger too, but he ran away so I had to quit school and help out because we couldn't afford another one." Her casual use of the 'N-word' and attitude towards slavery stunned Ken some, but he recalled that Missouri was a slave state, and the Civil War was at least 25 years off. "So what were you doing away from the farm today, then?" "I was running an errand for Pappa to the Jacobs farm. I make deliveries for him into town too." She was quiet for a moment, and then looked up at Ken with a smile on her face. "You should stay with us, sir! I'm sure you'd be much more comfortable with us than sleeping on the ground." Ken wasn't so sure. He needed to get the supplies that might help him return to the future, and staying with this family wasn't the way to go about doing that in a quick manner. "That's an awfully nice offer, Alice, but I don't think I could impose on your family. Besides, I'm practically a stranger." "You wouldn't be imposing at all, sir. We've got an extra bed since Charles left us, and you're not a stranger to me." "I really shouldn't, Alice. I need to go into town and get back to my campsite." "Could you at least have dinner with us? Spend the night? You won't be no trouble to us, I swear." Her eyes had such conviction and pleaded with Ken, that he found it hard to say no to her. "I suppose I could..." he said, somewhat defeated. The tone of his voice was lost on Alice however, as she laughed and hugged him around his waist in triumph. She took his hand, and with a jolt began to run, bringing him with her. "Pappa!" she called as they neared the farm house. Ken saw the figure turn and look at him and Alice before moving towards them. As they drew nearer to the man, Ken was surprised to see that he was very old, perhaps in his early-70s. Alice started speaking again, but this time in a language that Ken didn't know. He was fairly certain that it was Swedish, though. Although he didn't understand a thing she said, he did hear her say his name, and from the hand gestures she was making, he assumed she was introducing him to her father. Sure enough, the old man looked at Ken, gave him a weak smile and extended his hand. Ken took it and was met with a firm grasp on the other end. "How do you do, sir," Ken said. Alice's father said something, and Ken looked to Alice for the translation. "Pappa said, 'Hello, my name is Mikkel Ottosson,'" she translated. Ken looked confused by their different last names. Alice noticed the strange look on his face, and quickly added, "We have different last names because that's how it was done where Pappa comes from." It sounded to Ken like she had to explain that a lot to people. The man spoke again, addressing both Ken and Alice it seemed. "Pappa says you can stay here if you work on the farm. He's offering 2 days boarding for every 1 day of work that you do." "Oh, ok then. I probably won't stay long though. No more than a few days." Alice relayed that to her father and the old man smiled and placed a hand on Ken's shoulder, and began to talk, leading him towards the house. "Pappa says he hopes you feel at home here, and he promises not to hurt you too much with work." Ken looked warily at the old man, who gave a hearty chuckle at the expression on Ken's face. =2= Entering the building, Ken received a first hand look at how Alice and her family lived. The door opened onto a large rectangular room with rather sparse furnishings. To his right he saw a small desk with a stack of paper and an ink well on top of it. Near to it was a brick fireplace with a strong flame inside. A furry rug, which no doubt once belonged to some unfortunate animal, lay on the floor in front of the fireplace. Along the wall were three beds, all neatly made with a dresser between each of them. There was a wooden table with 3 chairs around it and an oil lamp on top. Near the table were an iron stove, a wooden counter, and a tub of water with a small blonde girl, about twice his daughter's age, wearing an apron over a dress standing on a step ladder peering into a steaming pot. Ken guessed that the girl was Alice's little sister, Sally. The girl turned and saw the three of them and hopped down from the step ladder. She looked very much like her sister with blue eyes and her hair held up on the back of her head in a bun. She regarded Ken carefully as she spoke to her father in Swedish. Mikkel replied to his youngest, and Alice added her thoughts to the conversation. Ken was completely lost until Sally's face brightened and smiled at him. "Hiya mister! I'm Sally Mikkelsdotter!" "Hello Sally, my name is Ken Newman," he said with a smile, glad that the little girl could communicate with him as well. "Dinner's almost ready, mister. I hope you like it!" she said chipperly. "It smells very good, Sally. I can't wait to try it," Ken replied, being polite. He hoped tonight's menu didn't contain anything odd by modern culinary standards. Alice and her father walked over to the tub of water and began to wash the grime from their hands. Ken noted that soap was absent from the process and the water wasn't quite clean. No doubt some of the food they were about to eat had also been "cleaned" with the same water. 'When in Rome,' thought Ken, and added the dirt from his hands to the water. Ken and Alice sat down at the table, while Mikkel retrieved a fourth chair from the desk. He sat down in it, and addressed Ken, then making a gesture at the bed nearest to them. "Pappa says that will be your bed," Alice translated. "Usually that's the one I sleep in, but I'll share with Sally while you stay with us." "Oh. I'm sorry for the inconvenience," Ken said, feeling a little guilty. "It's ok," said Sally from over at the stove. "I like when Alice sleeps with me because I don't get as cold then at night." "She usually crawls in bed with me at night anyways. Says it reminds her of sleeping with mommy," Alice added. Ken noticed a change in her voice when she spoke of her mother. Obviously even after 2 years Alice had not quite gotten over her mother's death. Mikkel spoke again, and Alice replied. Ken managed to pick out the word 'doktor' from her Swedish. "Pappa wanted to know what you do," she explained. Again her father spoke, and Alice answered, this time her reply contained 'Portland, Maine.' "Pappa wanted to know where you were from," she told Ken. Mikkel spoke a third time, punctuated with a chuckle. Alice giggled as well. "Pappa said he thinks I know you better than you know yourself." Ken laughed as well at this, and felt very at ease in this place that was incredibly different from his own time. A small hand placed a clay bowl in front of him with what appeared to be some kind of stew in it. Ken followed the arm to a smiling Sally. "I hope you like it, mister!" she chirped. She then served her father and sister and sat with a bowl herself. They bowed their heads and Mikkel began to pray in Swedish, eventually speaking a familiar 'amen' marking the end of the prayer. "Eat up, mister!" Sally said as she dug into her own stew. "Thank you, Sally," Ken said and dipped his spoon into it. It contained pieces of meat, which looked either a little raw or a little burned, carrots, corn, and potatoes. Ken sampled it and found the gravy to be a little gritty as well. No doubt it was made from some of the same water that was used to wash the vegetables. He noticed Alice and Mikkel didn't seem to mind too much and were enjoying their dinner. Ken shook off his 20th century inhibitions and tried not to think about what else besides dirt he might be eating in this meal. As they ate and talked, Ken learned, through Alice and Sally's translations, more about Mikkel and his family. Born about 1764 into an upper class family in Stockholm, Mikkel was 1 of 8 children. Mikkel married at the age of 18 to a childhood friend named Mikaela and moved across the Gulf of Bothnia to a farm just outside Helsinki, where the couple raised 3 sons and 2 daughters. Their children married and moved away, he and Mikaela lived quietly on the farm until she died in 1800 from smallpox. Mikkel came to America in 1809 after the region of Sweden he lived in came under the control of Russia as the Grand Duchy of Finland. He worked for a time as laborer on a farm in Virginia, until he eventually married Anna, the daughter of the farm owner, in 1819. Charles was born a year later, and was followed by another son named Lars who died in infancy in 1822. Alice was born in 1824, then Virginia in 1826. Shortly after Virginia was born, they moved to Missouri. Ann was born in 1827, but died along with Virginia in a flu outbreak which very nearly took Alice and Mikkel as well. Sally was born 2 years later in 1829. After Sally's birth, which was a difficult one, Anna became bedridden and passed away in 1834. Charles died 2 years later, just a month before Ken arrived, in a fire at the blacksmith's shop where he apprenticed. Ken could see the hurt in Mikkel's face when he spoke of his son's death. Alice and Sally were also near tears as they interpreted for Ken's benefit, though Alice hid it better. Sally rubbed at her eyes to clear the tears and collected the dishes, nearly dropping one when a distant clap of thunder echoed outside. Alice got up and looked out the window. She then spoke to her father, who just nodded at her, and then got up and went to the bookshelf before selecting a book and settling into a chair in front of the fire. Alice came back to the table and sat down next to Ken. "Weather getting bad?" he asked. "Doesn't look bad, but it'll probably rain tonight. The storm is far off on the horizon." "Oh...so...what do you usually do after dinner?" "Sometimes Pappa reads to me and Sally from the Bible, but he hasn't been doing that much lately so we just play together until we get sleepy or until he says it's time for bed." "How about reading?" "No, sir, I can't read," Alice said. Ken then recalled her surprise at his literacy earlier. "Would you like to learn how?" "Really?! You'll teach me?!" she asked excitedly. "Sure. I'll teach Sally too if she's interested," he said looking at Sally who was washing the dishes. Sally smiled and nodded her head in agreement. "Lemme change out of these dirty clothes first, and we can begin," Alice suggested and moved over to a dresser between the beds. Ken got up from the table and perused the books on the bookshelf. Most of them looked to be written in Swedish, but there were a few English language books here and there. Ken selected a few of them and then turned back towards Alice. She had removed the overalls and was unbuttoning the long johns she had worn underneath. She shrugged the top off her shoulders and pulled her arms free, baring her chest. Ken gulped and looked away quickly, but realized Alice didn't seem to mind undressing in front of him. He realized then that with no walls between beds she had probably seen her father and brother undressed several times, and they had seen her as well. Ken slowly turned around again and watched Alice push the long johns down her legs and step out of them fully nude. Her nipples stood erect at the center of her pink areolas and puffed out slightly in testament to her entering puberty. Her waist and hips were slim and still boyish in nature. From where he stood in the darkening room, Ken could not tell if her pubic hair had begun to grow in yet. Her legs and thighs were slender, but muscular, no doubt a result of her work on the farm. Ken hadn't seen many girls her age nude, but found himself attracted to and aroused by her. He glanced over at Mikkel who was oblivious to the free show happening behind him. Sally wasn't paying much attention either, though at her age, Ken was certain the sexual nature of the moment would be lost on her if she had been. He watched with rapt attention as Alice scratched at an itch on her inner thigh, causing her to open her legs a little and the hooded peak of her clitoris to catch the light from the oil lamp on the dresser. She returned her attention to the dresser and pulled out a night shirt. As she bent over, gravity tugged gently downward on her developing breasts, making them seem larger. So entranced by what he was seeing, Ken did not notice for nearly a minute that Alice had stopped going through the motions to dress herself and was now looking at him, trying to figure out what he was looking at. He looked at her face and their eyes locked. Ken looked away quickly, feeling very guilty. He glanced back at Alice, who had now pulled the nightshirt over her body and was letting her hair down. She would occasionally glance over at Ken, as if to see if she could catch him looking again. Alice went back to the table and sat down. Ken took a deep breath and joined her after taking the paper and ink well from the desk. Now closer to her, he saw that her cheeks had a faint blush to them. Sally joined them, and for the next few hours Ken used phonics to introduce the two to reading. Both girls were bright and by the time Mikkel told them to go to bed, they each managed to read some short simple words. Faced with spending his first night in this house, Ken undressed only down to his long johns. He had undressed with his back to the others and when he turned around he saw Alice looking at him from her bed. Just the other side of her bed, Sally was putting on a repeat performance of her sister's earlier strip tease. Beyond her, old Mikkel had gone entirely nude and was settling into bed before he snuffed out the lamp by his dresser. Ken looked back to Alice and saw her eyes were not on his face, but were much lower on his body. No doubt she had expected Ken to sleep nude like her father did. Ken got into bed, ruining her stare, and Alice settled down as well. Within minutes, a steady chain of snores came from the other side of the room, indicating that Mikkel was asleep. 'Oh great,' Ken thought to himself. His college roommate often snored as well and ruined many nights of sleep for Ken. He heard rustling from the girls' bed and looked over his shoulder at them. Alice's angelic sleeping face was all he saw in the dim glow of the lamp and he turned back and tried to shut the snoring out of his mind. He had nearly succeeded and felt sleep begin to take him, when a noise like a soft whimper perked his hearing. At first Ken passed it off as just Sally making noises in her sleep. His own daughter did the same sometimes and the noise was pretty similar. The noise came again. He rolled from his side to his back, so that he could turn his head from side to side without much noise. He looked at the ceiling and heard the sound repeat a third time. He looked towards Alice and saw her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, breathing heavily. He noticed her lower body moving under the covers and figured out pretty easily what she was doing. Her eyes opened and she looked at him, her mouth dropping in shock at being caught. She smiled weakly at him and pulled the covers up over her head. Ken just chuckled and rolled over, settling into sleep. =3= "Ken! Ken!" the nude little blonde girl cried with a hand between her legs, and the other pulling at her small tit. Ken pumped harder on his cock and felt the base of his shaft begin to pulse as his balls emptied, flinging streams of cum onto her face and body. The girl thrust her hips into the air as she came, plunging her fingers into her body. Ken felt the bed shake with her body as she continued to call his name. He heard an old gruff voice speak Swedish and felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look and... His eyes opened with a start. Disoriented, he felt a hand on his shoulder rocking him. He turned and looked up to see Alice's smiling face looking down at him. He blinked a couple times as he recalled the previous day's events and remembered where, and when, he was. "Wake up, sleepyhead," Alice said with a giggle. "Mommy always used to say that to me," she said. Ken sat up and felt a patch of dampness in his long johns, and swore silently. He hadn't had a wet dream in years, and here he was having one about a girl, who in some respects, was old enough to be his great-great-great- grandmother. He looked around the room and saw it was only himself and Alice in the house. "Where's your dad and Sally?" "Pappa's outside and Sally is getting water. It's my day to keep house. Pappa told me to send you out to him once you woke up and he'd put you to work." Ken noticed she was wearing a dress with an apron over it. Alice left his bedside and moved over to the washbasin where she began to scrub her overalls from the previous day. Ken took the momentary privacy to check how bad his mess was, and was relieved to see it wasn't too visible, but it was still rather uncomfortable. "Um, Alice, does your father have a pair of long johns I could borrow for today?" The girl nodded and pointed towards her father's bed. "Yes, sir. Middle drawer in Pappa's dresser." "Thanks." Ken got up from his bed, and found a clean pair in the dresser. Returning to his own bed, he noticed Alice was making frequent glances in his direction. He turned his back to her, and began to unbutton his damp clothes. As he neared the bottom, he felt a wave of embarrassment about the fact that Alice seemed to be very interested in seeing him naked. He glanced over his shoulder and caught her quickly looking away from him. He closed his eyes and told himself that it was no big deal. In a week he'd be long gone from here, and Alice would be little more than a century old gravestone. It was a macabre thought indeed, but before he came here, that was really all that she had even been in the world that he knew, and that would sadly be all that she would be when he went back to his time. Ken pulled the undergarment off and heard what sounded like a bar of soap dropping into water. He couldn't help but chuckle and quickly dressed in the clean underwear and put on his clothes from yesterday. He turned his head again and caught Alice's long hair swirling from her sudden head movement. She seemed to be staring intently out the window as she worked, as if to make Ken believe she had been the entire time. "Don't worry about washing my clothes, I'll take care of them myself," he told her. "Oh, ok." She sounded a little disappointed. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked, only to mentally kick himself afterwards since such a room didn't exist in this house obviously. "Bath...room?" Alice said a little unsure, and perhaps a bit flustered. "If you want to bathe, you have to do it by the well." "I uh, meant your outhouse. We, um, call it a bathroom where I'm from." He hoped she'd buy that, since the concept of bathing in the same place that you made your waste would probably be an incredibly strange one in her time. "Oh, it's outside to the right." "Thanks." Ken found it easily, did his business and returned, glad that it was only his bladder that was full, as the only toilet paper appeared to have been a stack of newspapers sitting outside. Alice presented him with a cup of coffee when he returned. He sipped it, and found it to be sweet, perhaps Alice's own preference for the drink. "Um, sir?" "Yes, Alice?" "Uh, about last night...I, um...I was..." Alice seemed to be searching for words or a situation that would be passable. Ken couldn't help but smile at her embarrassed naivet‚. "...I...um...there was...there was a spider in the bed, and...and...it bit me, on the leg, and so, I...I was trying to get it out and, um..." a very blank panicked look came over her blushing face as she tried to think of where to take this tale of hers. "Alice?" "Yes, sir?" "It's ok. I understand." "Oh. Oh! Oh..." Alice said quietly, feeling very guilty at being caught. "Do, uh...do you think I'm a sinner?" "It's not my place to judge you, Alice," Ken said, not exactly calming her fears about damnation. "What I can tell you though, is that I think it's a very normal thing for a girl your age to do." "Mommy told me it was bad," Alice said, her eyes downcast. "She'd catch me when I was little and she'd slap my hand. She told me that God would be angry with me, and that it was a bad thing to do." Ken immediately felt sorry for her, because it was obvious the source of her distress was that she felt she would never see her mother again because of her own natural urges. "Sometimes, before mommy got sick, I'd secretly watch her and Pappa at night when I was supposed to be sleeping. At first I didn't know why he was moving on top of her like that, but then the covers fell off them, and I saw his thing going between her legs. It made me feel funny down there, and when I touched, it felt really good. So I kept touching for a few days, and then mommy made me stop. Then later, when she got sick, I felt it was my fault. God was punishing me by taking my mommy away. Pappa and the pastor say she's in Heaven, but I think God took her and sent her to Hell because of me." Alice was crying intensely as she told all this to Ken. He felt angry that she thought this way, but had nobody to blame. This was a conclusion Alice had come to herself, and must have carried this guilt for several years. He now understood that when she looked sad speaking of her mother, it was not only because she had died, but because Alice felt personally responsible for her death. Ken got up from his chair, and embraced Alice from behind. She collapsed backwards against him, taking comfort from his arms, and shook from the power of her sobs, letting her confession to Ken release her from her guilty conscience. Ken stroked her hair, and tried to comfort her. "Alice, it's not your fault. It was just your mother's time. She loved you and Sally, and if she was here right now, she'd tell you it wasn't your fault at all. It was just her time." Alice looked up at Ken, her lower lip still quivering, eyes red and brimming with tears that had not yet fallen. "Really?" "Yes, really. It's not your fault, at all. Wherever your mother is now, I'm sure God put her there based on her actions, and not your own." Ken couldn't quite believe he was saying some of this, as he wasn't really religious at all, but he was glad that he could use her faith to quiet her fears. "Do you think, maybe, that I'll go to Hell because I touched?" she asked, no doubt intent on confirming the fate of her eternal soul. "No, Alice. I don't think you will. I think you'll be just fine." She hugged Ken tightly and a smile broke on her face, the cloud of guilt and worry having lifted from her mind. She pulled back from him and laid a kiss on his cheek, and then returned to her wash before Ken really had a chance to react to her affection. "Pappa's outside waiting for you, sir. Breakfast will be on in about an hour." Ken finished his coffee and headed out the door, stopping to look back at Alice, who was happily scrubbing, perhaps with renewed vigor. 'The guys in the lab would never believe any of this,' he thought to himself wryly, and stepped out the door. Outside, he found Mikkel milking a cow in the barn. Though the two couldn't really communicate, Ken was able to understand enough to get more smiles and nods from Mikkel than frowns and annoyed head shaking. The farm was primarily a dairy farm, selling milk, butter, and cream to shops and restaurants in town. There was also a chicken coop and a medium sized garden adjacent to the grazing pasture that grew corn, peas, carrots, and potatoes. Mikkel set Ken to work on feeding and mucking the farm's two horses. The work was easy, but rather unpleasant. Despite that, it seemed to Ken that hardly any time had passed before he and Mikkel heard the meal bell ringing. Sally joined them outside the barn with a bucket of fresh clean water in each hand. The three entered the home and were greeted with hash browns, eggs, dried beef jerky, and pancakes. Following the meal, Ken accompanied Sally on horseback into town to purchase or trade for whatever supplies and foods they couldn't make themselves on the farm. He also took this opportunity to make note of the supplies he would be able to gather later to attempt his return in the time pod. Ken and Sally loaded up their purchases and returned to the farm, but not before being caught in a downpour. They got the horse into its stall in the barn and raced back to the house. Once inside, Sally tore out of her clothes, not a bit shy about doing so in front of Ken and her family and sat down by the fire with a dry blanket to warm up. Similarly, Ken also was forced to undress and sat next to Sally to dry by the fire. Though he had the blanket primarily on his lap, it didn't keep Sally from lifting it up suddenly to take a look at his penis. "You're bigger than Pappa!" she said giggling, which Ken saw nearly gave Alice whiplash as she turned quickly to look herself. Mikkel who was sitting nearby and saw his daughter's sneak peek, spoke to her in an admonishing tone. "I'm sorry, mister. That wasn't polite of me," Sally said under her father's gaze. She then stood up, the blanket falling from her and hugged Ken apologetically. Ken felt his arm pressed between her legs, the smooth lips of her vulva kissing his skin. Though Ken initially didn't find her 7-year old body sexually appealing at all, the contact gave him an erection, which in his current state of undress, wasn't easily hidden. Thankfully, both Mikkel and Alice were behind him. Sally, however, was right next to him, and 5 seconds after she released him from the hug, she was sitting on his lap with his hard-on pressed between her little buns. He felt her wiggle on top of him, and turned her head to give him a mischievous smirk. Ken probably wasn't the only man in the room she'd done this to before, as she apparently knew just what was pushing up against her bottom. Ken didn't much like the position he was in here with Mikkel just a few feet away, but Sally's subtle movements certainly felt nice. He noticed she'd pause occasionally before squirming again. She was probably accustomed to her father moving her off his lap, and these pauses were out of expectation of Ken doing just that. She made occasional glances back at her father to see if he was paying attention, and finally took the bold step of bouncing on Ken's lap. Ken felt a sudden pressure on the sides of the head of his penis, and looked down between the little girl's legs to see the puffy bald lips of her sex spread slightly by his blanket draped glans. Ken decided this had gone too far, in more ways than one. His shaft was throbbing gently, and Ken didn't think he could take too much more of this. He put his hands on her sides and lifted her off of him. Sally feigned a sad expression before grinning and streaking off to get some clean clothes from her dresser. Ken, on the other hand, was in no shape to stand up yet, less Mikkel judge him a pervert. Luckily for Ken, Mikkel got up from his seat and went to the window. He spoke to Alice briefly, and exited the building. Ken waited a few minutes for his swollen member to relax and got up to dress himself as well. Only problem was, all his clothes were wet. As he stood there wondering what to do, he noticed Alice glancing at the subtle bulge under his blanket. Sally, who was now dressed, snuck up behind him and whipped the blanket off of him suddenly, before laughing and racing out the door. Ken was too surprised by this to grab the blanket right away, and gave Alice's wide eyes a good look at his semi-erect cock. Calmly, albeit rather embarrassed at being exposed, Ken walked over to where the blanket was and picked it up and held it rather than wrapping it around him. "I, um, need some clothes," he said to Alice. "S-sure..." she said, doing her best to look at his face, not the fleshy tube that hung between his legs. She bit her bottom lip and walked past him, her eyes darting to the side to get a look as she passed. She went to her father's dresser and took out some clothes and brought them to him. Ken felt incredibly turned on by the attention she was paying to his lower body, and was reminded of the passionate nights he and his future wife had after they had met. He watched her eyes widen as he went hard in front of her. "Wow..." was all she said as she looked over his 7 inch shaft. Ken decided she had gotten what she wanted so badly, and began to dress. Alice returned to the stove to check on the food inside, and would occasionally look over at him while he put his clothes on. "Pappa told me you don't have to work any more today," Alice said as she brought him a warm mug of coffee. "Thank you," Ken said and sat down at the table and sipped it slowly. He figured this might be a good time to check on the time pod. Hopefully it hadn't been discovered by anybody. He watched Alice work as he sat there, and thought about how different life was for girls her age in the time he was from. In many ways, he admired her more for the work she did, when compared to the life of luxury that most 20th century 11-year old girls lived in. Though in return she was missing out on an education and didn't seem to have any friends. Ken's mind wandered from this comparison to memories of a tomboy he knew from summers spent at his grandparents' farm. She had been visiting her grandparents as well and lived about a mile down the road. They'd met when they were both 8 walking back from the local swimming hole where several kids would gather each day. Though they both wore swimsuits out of the house, they usually stripped those off once they got to the pond as very few of the other kids there wore any. Ken and the girl had thought nothing of their naked bodies for years until one day when they were both 11 and were also the only children at the pond that day. Ken had been fascinated by her new little breast buds and had become erect at the sight of them, much to the girl's amusement. They allowed each other a feel of these developments before diving into the water to escape the hot sun. As they played in the water that day, Ken got several more moments of contact with the girl's body, which kept him erect nearly the entire time. Though he hadn't realized it at the time, later remembrances of that day revealed several instances in which the girl had intentionally pressed her body against his, including an awkward moment where they came face to face with his little hard-on pushed against her bald pussy. She didn't return next year, and Ken's grandparents sold the farm shortly after that. Ken had been so rapt in remembering those days that he didn't notice Alice joining him at the table. Her arms were folded on the table, and her head was resting sideways on them. She was just quietly watching him with a dopey grin on her face. He looked at her, prompting her smile to widen a little more and her cheeks to flush. "And what are you looking at?" he asked with a wink, recalling her previous interest in his erection. "N-nothing..." she answered with a shy giggle. She turned her head upright, but averted her eyes from his. "Sally was right. Yours is bigger than Pappa's," she stated. "Alice, I...I don't know if I should have done that earlier, and I...I don't want you to get the wrong idea about why I'm here," Ken explained, feeling a little uncomfortable now that it was more obvious that Alice had a crush on him, and was possibly considering something she might regret later in her life. "Does that mean you won't let me look at it again, sir?" she asked with a tint of disappointment to her voice. "I don't think it would be a good idea to do it again, Alice. If your father saw what I did-" "It's ok. Pappa shows his thing all the time to me and Sally," she said matter-of-factly. Ken shook his head. "No, Alice, it's not the same as just getting dressed or undressed in front of each other. It's like the difference between touching yourself between your legs to feel pleasure and wiping yourself there after you use the outhouse. Do you understand?" Alice cocked her head to the side as she considered the differences between the acts. "So does that mean you felt really good when I watched your thing grow?" Ken wasn't sure if she really didn't get it, or if she was just playing dumb. "Yeah, I guess it felt good a little, but..." he trailed off as she stood up from her seat, rounded the table to stand in front of him, and lifted her dress, showing him her bald sex. "A-Alice, wh-what are you doing?!" he asked, shocked by her boldness. "Seeing if it feels good when you look at me. I saw you looking yesterday. My bump tickled a little when I saw your eyes." "Alice, you shouldn't be doing this..." "Why? Don't you like to look at it?" She continued to hold her dress up with one hand as her other began rubbing her pussy lips. Ken couldn't help watching the girl masturbate, and found himself erect and throbbing at the sight. Alice noticed the prominence in his drawers as well. "Your thing is standing up," she giggled, followed by a moan. "I see your girl place, Alice!" came a voice from behind Ken. He turned around and saw Sally standing in the doorway, her mouth open and her finger pointed at her older sister. Alice quickly moved her hand away and let her dress fall to cover her. Ken nearly stood and then remembered his hard on, which admittedly was not quite as hard now that he'd been caught looking. Alice spoke rather harsh Swedish at her little sister, who shot back in an equally firm tone. Ken sat helpless as the two fought, and hoped the girls' father didn't pick this moment to join them all. He heard Sally say "Pappa" and she hurried into the room. Alice spoke in a pleading tone to her sister, and Sally nodded at her in agreement. Mikkel entered the house, and Sally and Alice acted as though nothing had happened. Ken could only assume they had come to some kind of agreement regarding the incident, and felt like he had just dodged a bullet. He breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back in his chair. Alice looked over her shoulder at him and winked with a smile. "Will you teach us more about reading later, mister?" Sally asked Ken. "Sure I will. After dinner, just like last night." "Thanks, mister!" she said and hugged him around the neck. As she pulled away from him, she planted a hand on his crotch to support her weight and gave Ken a firm squeeze. She also winked at him, like her sister had earlier, and then bounded away to join Alice in the kitchen. Ken noted daylight was fading, and decided he had better get a move on if he was going to reach the pod and return before it got too dark. "I'm going to check on my campsite," he announced as he got up. "I should be back before too long." "But dinner..." Alice started. "Go ahead without me. I'll eat when I get back." Ken noted Alice looked a little disappointed at his intention to leave. It probably reminded her that he wasn't going to be around too much longer. "Oh...ok..." she said, resigned to his absence. "Can I go with you, mister?" Sally asked him. "I'd really prefer to go alone," he said a bit bluntly as he headed for the door. He didn't want to be impolite or rude, but it was easier than the girls seeing his 20th century technology. "Come back soon," Alice called to him as he left. He turned and winked at her, which caused her to giggle and blush a little. Ken smiled back at her, but his mind was already worrying more about the problem of getting home than what to do about this relationship he was getting into here. =4= Ken found the time pod easily, and there were no signs that it had been discovered by anybody. A quick systems check showed that power levels had remained constant from where they had been when he arrived, indicating no signs of a leak. This boded well for his attempt to return that was to come in a few days. Ken fished out the small bag of silver and gold from under the seat inside the pod that he was to use to purchase the supplies. He looked through it for a small enough piece to get by for now, as he would be able to live rather handsomely if he was to cash in the entire bag. He had thought about stealing what he needed, as he could probably get away with it easily, but no matter the century he was in, he disliked being a criminal...a criminal, like a child molester. This thing with Alice and Sally was getting just way too far out of hand. What the hell was he thinking exposing himself like that to two young girls? Hell, if it wasn't for that blanket, he'd practically have been fucking a 7-year old back there...and then there was Alice. What was going to happen with her? She was one horny little girl, and suddenly she has this man living with her who wasn't a relative showing her his cock. If Sally hadn't walked in, who knows where it might have led with Alice. Hell, he could have been balls deep in her little body right now. He tried to shake that thought off as soon as he felt his pants getting tight, but all he could see in his mind was her bald slit opening up and her virgin hole inviting him in. "Oh fuck it," he muttered and pulled out his hard-on. It wasn't long before his seedless cum fell to the ground. He slumped back against the pod and sighed, feeling much more relaxed and clear minded. He pulled his pants back up and turned to secure the pod, and saw the picture of his wife and daughter that he had brought with him on the test run. He felt tears come to his eyes as the chance that he might never seem them again rose in his mind. No, he couldn't think that. Not yet anyways. Not until he had attempted to make his return. He closed up the pod door, activated the invisibility tarp, and walked back to the farm. His stomach was growling by the time he arrived back. Mikkel was in his chair, reading, and looked up giving Ken a nod. Alice and Sally were playing with dolls in front of the fireplace, already dressed in their night gowns and both jumped to their feet to greet him. "Hi mister!" enthused Sally as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Alice just stood nearby smiling politely with a rosy hue on her cheeks. "Would you like some dinner, sir?" she asked, not really waiting for an answer as she moved to the stove. "Yes, please Alice," Ken answered. He felt a small hand on his crotch and looked down at Sally, who most definitely was groping at his manhood. "What are you doing, Sally?" he asked her, keeping an eye on her father, who wouldn't be able to see what she was doing anyways as her body blocked his view. "Alice said you'd let us see it later," she whispered to him. "It feels like it's getting hard." Ken certainly didn't remember promising anything like that to Alice, though he had a feeling she had told her sister that in order to keep her from telling their father about Alice's pre-dinner exhibitionism. "Does it really go inside my girl place, mister?" the curious little girl asked, giving the tough ridge a squeeze. "Sally!" scolded her older sister, which prompted a turn of the head from Mikkel, who was a split second too late as Sally's hand flew away from Ken's freshly molested genitals. "Let Mr. Newman eat. You can play with him later." She couldn't help staring at the front of Ken's pants as she set a plate on the table for him. Ken had a seat and dug in while the girls went back to their dolls. Watching them play reminded him of his daughter, who had received a doll from her grandmother the previous Christmas. As he had done on other trips in the past (as opposed to trips to the past), he started wondering what she was doing now. Of course, this thought was a little absurd since his daughter was currently divided up among her ancestors' sex cells. How strange it was to think of his little girl as being predestined, when to him and his wife she had been a complete surprise. He pondered what destiny would hold for her...and if he'd even be a part of it. "Uh, hello?" said a small voice as a hand waved in front of his eyes, snapping him out of his reverie. He looked at Alice and Sally who were both standing next to him, looking at him curiously. "You not hungry, mister?" Sally asked him, indicating the half eaten plate of food. "Oh, no, I was just thinking about something," he said, smiling at her and then stabbing his fork into some carrots. "Were you thinking about mine and Alice's girl places?" she asked innocently. Ken hoped the Heimlich maneuver had been invented, as he nearly choked on his food. Alice's face flushed at the suggestion. "You sure were staring at us, mister," Sally stated. "I was...just, uh..." Ken stammered, not wanting to say the wrong thing and have the girls tell their father about it. Even for an old man, Mikkel still seemed the type to deliver a decent punch. "...I was just thinking about my family, back home." "Family? Are you married? Do you have any kids?" Sally asked him. Ken noticed a slight look of disappointment in Alice's expression. He wasn't sure really how to answer Sally. He didn't want to flat out lie to her, but at the same time his even being there in their house was built on not being honest with them about where he really came from. He decided to stick to his cover story, with some embellishments. "No, I'm not married," he said. "There is a little girl that might be mine though..." he said slowly, watching their reactions. The meaning of what he said registered with Alice who blushed, but Sally seemed a little lost. "But if you're not married, how can you be a daddy, mister?" she asked, confused by what she'd been raised to believe about parents and their children. "He means," Alice began, explaining for Ken, "that he put his...boy thing into a woman and made a baby inside her." Sally still wasn't grasping the non-marital part of the act. "But he's not married, so how-" "He just can, ok?" Alice said, a little short with her sister. Sally looked back to Ken quizzically. "But I thought God only gave babies to married people," she stated. "It doesn't always work like that," Ken told her. "You see Sally, sometimes God gives people babies before they get married, and sometimes he gives them to people who aren't getting married at all." That gave Sally enough ideas to mull over that Ken was able to finish his dinner, with little further questioning on the topic from her. The trio had barely settled into Ken's reading lesson when Mikkel announced it was time for bed. The girls shared a look and managed to get Mikkel to let them stay up for the lesson. The old man agreed and went to bed, leaving the three of them awake. As soon as Mikkel's snores began to rise from his bed, Alice and Sally looked at each other again, then at Ken. In unison they put their fingers to their lips and led Ken outside and into the barn. Ken couldn't see a thing, but soon a match was struck and applied to an oil lamp. He looked at his little kidnappers, both of whom were grinning and giggling as they looked back at him. "So...what are we doing out here..." he asked, pretty sure he knew what they wanted. "We'd like to see it, sir," Alice said, confirming what Ken already knew. "You girls know I never said I'd do that," he said. "But Alice promised!" Sally whined. "Please, sir. We won't touch it or anything...we just want to look." Ken sighed. Although he doubted there were many laws on the books in this time against it, he felt every bit the criminal as he started to undress. The girls tittered with excitement as he exposed himself to them in the flickering light. He was in a soft state still, which wasn't surprising since he was doing this against his better judgment. "Make it bigger, mister," Sally demanded. Alice turned to her sister and whispered something in her ear, her eyes staying on Ken's floppy 4.5" tube. Without a word between them, the girls pulled off their nightgowns and stood in front of him. Biology took over and Ken's cock began to rise. Alice started to rub her hairless lips as she watched. Sally, like her sister, was rapt with attention as Ken's member grew. "Wooooooow," she said. "So, uh...is this all you girls wanted to see?" Ken asked them, hoping Mikkel wasn't prone to waking up and taking evening strolls through the barn. "I want to feel it," Sally said eagerly, stepping forward, "Sally, no, I said we wouldn't," her older sister said. "I mean, you won't let us, right, sir?" she asked Ken, in the hopes that he'd consent. She noticed Ken's eyes were on her own mid-section and stopped in embarrassment. "Sorry..." she said, quietly. "No, no, it's ok. I shouldn't have been staring," Ken said, trying to keep his eyes from straying no lower than her neck. "You're right, it wouldn't be good for you girls to feel my...penis." Ken felt his own cheeks warm saying that word in front of them. "Is that what your thing is called, mister?" Sally asked, pointing at it. "Yeah. It's called a penis," he said, not really surprised they didn't know its proper name. "What's that thing hanging down there under it? ... Why is it darker than the rest of you? ... Why did your penis felt really hot when I was sitting on your lap earlier? ... Why was it small first and then got bigger? ... Will my girl place get bigger so it can go inside me to make a baby? ... How does the baby get inside?" Sally was virtually exploding with questions, and Ken did his best to answer every one of them. It wasn't long though before the little girl's yawns became more frequent than her queries. "I'm gonna go sleep now," she stated and pulled on her nightgown and left Alice and Ken alone in the barn. "So...do you have any questions?" Ken asked Alice. She had gotten quite the earful as well during Sally's interrogating. "Um, well, can you make your penis feel good like I make my girl pl-I mean my vagina?" she asked, correcting her speech to use the new word she'd learned. "Yes, I can," Ken replied. "It's called masturbating, and everybody does it." "Everybody? But I've never seen Sally or Pappa do it," she said, a little confused by Ken's broad statement. "Well, Sally is kind of young to really like it and want to do it lot, and your father...he's kind of old, so it might be hard for him to do..." Ken explained. "Oh...so...does your thi-I mean penis get wet when you masturbate?" she asked. "Sort of, I guess...you remember when I was telling Sally about how sperm comes out of the penis when it's inside a vagina?" Alice nodded. "Ok, well, when I masturbate, the sperm comes out of my penis." "Oh...can I see?" she asked, looking at his now only half rigid manhood. "See? You want to watch me masturbate?" "Yeah...is that not ok, sir?" she said, a little afraid that she might have said something wrong. "Well, Alice, masturbating is something that you do by yourself..." he said, trying to get out of it. "I won't do anything, just watching," Alice insisted. Ken felt his cock rising up again at the thought of being able to look at Alice's nude body as he stroked for her eyes only, but he was afraid where that might lead, and he didn't want her to get too attached to him if he was going to be gone soon. "I'm sorry Alice...I just don't think it's something we should do," he said finally. "Did I make you mad? I'm sorry, sir, I didn't want to make you mad," she said with tears brimming in her eyes. "No Alice, I'm not mad at all, I'm just not comfortable doing that with you watching." "But you watched me! Last night, and and before dinner and just a little while ago! You were really watching me and it got your penis all big!" she argued, trying to change his mind. "I know I did Alice, and I shouldn't have, but it wasn't on purpose and..." he watched her as she began rubbing between her legs intently. "See! See, you're watching me do it! Please, masturbate with me!" she begged as she pressed both her hands between her thighs. Ken resisted the urge growing within him to start pumping his cock, and instead gathered up his clothes. "It's late, Alice. We should get some sleep," he said, turning his back to her and dressing. He could hear her crying behind him as he pulled his clothes on. Once dressed, he turned back to look at her and saw she was still at it, as tears ran down her face. He figured he should do something, as he was the cause of her unhappiness. He came up to her slowly and embraced her, his hand rubbing her bare back. He felt her arms stop their motions and wrap around his waist as she pressed her body against his. Ken grimaced as he felt his still hard, yet now confined cock push up against her tiny bare breasts. He hoped she wouldn't rub herself against it much, as his head had become sensitive from the nearly constant arousal. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried into his chest. Ken stroked her hair and did his best to calm her, recalling several times when he'd comforted his own daughter in this way when she had been upset. A few tears escaped his own eyes in the process. When he felt her body relax, he released her from the embrace and picked up her nightgown, offering it to her. She took it from him and pulled it on, ending her exhibition. "Let's go back inside," he said, taking her small hand in his. It was still wet from her masturbating, but Ken did his best to ignore that and walked with her, hand in hand, back to the house. When they got in side, he led her to her bed, where Sally was already sleeping soundly. Alice let go of his hand and climbed into bed and Ken did the same. Although his back was turned to her as he lay in bed, Ken could hear a gentle rhythmic squeaking coming from Alice's direction. The panting of her breath grew over the span of a couple minutes before he heard what sounded like her turning over followed by muffled moans. Left with only the silence of three sleeping people after that, Ken got up from his bed, went outside and spilled his seed on the ground thinking of Alice for the second time that night. =5= "Wake up, mister, wake up!" chirped the voice of a young girl in Ken's ear. "Nnnnnh, let daddy sleep, Danielle," he said thinking it was his daughter back home. His brain quickly brought him up to speed on his surroundings and he sat up suddenly in bed. "Danielle? Who's that, mister?" Sally asked him. "Oh, Sally...it's nothing. Just a dream I was having," he said. "You called yourself daddy...is she your little girl back home?" "Uh, something like that, yeah," he said. Looking around, he saw that he and Sally were alone in the house, much like he had been yesterday morning with Alice. "Where are the others?" he asked. "Pappa is out in the field and Alice is taking a bath. Pappa said for you to go ahead and do what he showed you yesterday after you have something to eat." Ken nodded and Sally went back to the kitchen to get Ken his breakfast while he dressed. Unlike yesterday, Ken's breakfast discussion with the lady of the house was not as emotionally heavy or as sexual. Sally seemed to have forgotten all about last night's show and tell, or at least it wasn't present on her mind. The little girl was very knowledgeable about things on the farm and her sense of responsibility seemed greater than it should have been for someone her age, at least by Ken's late 20th century standards. She talked very little about playing, or even about having friends her age. It wasn't surprising that she had little experience there since she'd been needed to work on the farm as soon as she'd been able to and as a result had little time for making or visiting playmates. Ken couldn't help feeling a little sorry for her childhood being taken away like that, but she seemed happy with how she was living. Ken finished his breakfast and headed for the barn. Before he could get there though, he had to pass by the well. Standing next to the well was a young naked girl, who was drenched from head to toe. Ken recalled what Alice had told him yesterday about having to bathe at the well, and here he was getting a first hand look at how to do it. She hefted a bucket full of water over her head and poured it over her body. Her blonde hair was wet and matted to her neck and shoulders. The nipples at the tips of her breast buds were pointed and erect as the air chilled her wet skin. The water cascaded over her stomach and flowed to either side of her bald sex, its path following the v- shaped contours of her pubic mound. Between her legs, water dripped from her puffy lips to the muddy ground. In fact, because of the water, her feet were a muddy mess. "G-good morning, sir," she said, a little bashful not only because of her nakedness, but because of last night as well. "Good morning, Alice," he said, doing his best to maintain eye contact. He passed by her, continuing on to the barn to do his work. Although Ken seemed disinterested on the outside (well, most of the outside), he was reminded of how he and his wife used to make love on the weekends in the spa in their backyard. It had been there that they'd last mated before he left on his "little business trip." She'd even shaved herself fully for the event, and that didn't help much as Ken was seemingly surrounded by hairless vulvas here in 1836. "Uh...sir?" called out Alice, causing Ken to stop and look back at the dripping girl. She had half turned towards him and presented her body in profile. "What do you need, Alice?" he asked her, unable to keep from glancing repeatedly at her small breast, which interrupted the otherwise flat vertical line of her upper body. "I uh...my feet, I need to wash the mud off of them...Pappa usually helps me, but he's busy...could you?" Ken wasn't sure what role he'd be playing in helping Alice, but he was starting to envy Mikkel's day to day life with these two girls more and more. "I guess. What do you need me to do?" he asked. He couldn't help grinning a little at Alice's surprise that he had agreed to her request. After last night, she probably thought he had wanted nothing to do with her. "Uh uh...well, you...um...come over here...and uh..." she struggled to explain what she wanted him to do exactly, and Ken got a little suspicious as to if Mikkel ever actually had helped her in doing this. "You, uh, need to pick me up and put my feet into the bucket." Ken looked at the bucket on the ground next to her. She could certainly easily step in it herself, but he figured he should do something nice for her since she had been so upset after last night. He started to approach and Alice took about a half step back, mostly in surprise that her little plan had worked. Ken stood behind her and placed his hands on her torso, just below her eagerly erect buds. He could feel her trembling a little, though he did not know if it was from the coldness of the water on her nude body or in excitement of his touching her. He lifted her up and placed her feet into the bucket. When her feet made contact with the bottom of the bucket, his hands slipped upwards on her body and his fingers rolled over her swelled nipples. Alice gasped and moaned from this mutually surprising groping. Ken responded by quickly withdrawing his hands, though that brief feel sent electric pulses straight to his manhood, which perked it up some. Alice blushed and composed herself enough to stomp up and down in the bucket getting much of the mud off her feet. She then looked up at Ken again and blushed once more as she thought about the next step of his assistance. "C-can you carry me inside now?" Ken looked at her for a minute, and then swooped her up into his arms, catching her very much by surprise by how swiftly he moved. Even more surprising was that the first place he supported her lower body was right between her legs. Alice gave a little yelp as his fingers pressed up against her folds. "Sorry..." Ken said simply, moving his fingers from the sensitive private spot to a more neutral position. "I-it's ok..." she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. He carried her into the house, where Sally turned to look at them. "You got him to do it?!" Sally exclaimed as Ken put Alice down. Ken was now very sure this was an act that was unique to him. "Sally!" Alice hissed at her sister, who just giggled. Alice looked back at Ken, her expression rather embarrassed at being caught in her little scheme. "Sir, I...Pappa really helps me do this, really, I mean it!" Ken couldn't help chuckling at her and mussed her wet hair. Though he had been manipulated into carrying her around in the nude, Ken had to admire Alice's cunning. Plus, it seemed he gave her a little more in the deal than she had expected. He amusedly shook his head as he left the house to tend to his work in the barn. **** "Ohhhhhh, man..." Ken moaned, straightening up. Manual labor didn't agree with his back too much. He heard the barn door creak and he looked up to see Alice coming inside, dressed in work clothes and her hair braided up in twin pigtails like when Ken had first met her. She looked at him and flashed a shy smile before tending to her own reasons for being in the barn. Ken (and Ken's aching back) decided he'd finished his job, and went to see if she needed any help. Alice had climbed a ladder to the loft, some 20 feet higher and Ken could almost track her movements by the sound of the floorboards she was walking on. Ken wasn't fond of heights, but drew up his courage and went up. He found her cleaning up some tools that had been left just laying around. Without a word he joined her and between the two of them, they had it cleaned up in no time, though Alice had mostly finished by the time he had gotten up there. "Thank you, sir," she said, giving him a sweet smile before heading for the ladder. Just as she was about to start her climb down, the floor they were standing on shuddered. Ken and Alice looked at each other. "Were you doing that, just now?" she asked him. "No...I though you did-" Ken started to say, but was interrupted as the floor under him lurched. He stumbled forward towards Alice, who was in the midst of losing her own balance close to the edge of the loft. Ken reached out and managed to grab hold of the back of her overalls just as she started to flail her arms, almost falling off the side. He pulled her to him and found a sturdy beam for them to stay next to as the shaking continued. "What's going on?!" Alice cried, trembling in Ken's arms. "I don't know...it feels like an earthquake," he said. Ken knew they were right in the middle of the New Madrid Fault region, but before coming back there had been checks made to determine if there had been any seismic activity in the area, and there had been none recorded. It appeared now that somebody had made a mistake. He felt Alice's arms tighten around his waist and he looked down and saw tears in her eyes. "It's ok, it'll be over soon..." he hoped. Almost as suddenly as it had begun, the shaking stopped. Ken had to almost pry Alice's arms off of him to move. They went to the edge of the loft where they had come up and found that the ladder had fallen away from the side, leaving them stranded up there. Ken looked at Alice and was about to comment that he guessed they were stuck there for a while when he realized, he might have saved her life when he pulled her away from the edge. Going over the moment in his mind, there was no doubt that she was on her way to a 20 foot drop when he had grabbed on to her. Had he just changed the future? "Sir? What is it?" Alice asked him, noticing the stunned look on his face as he looked at the fallen ladder. He looked back at her as she wiped at her tears, and suddenly felt compelled to push her off the edge, just as he surmised would have happened had he not been here. He took several steps back away from her, as if to put distance between them so that he didn't take any rash actions. After all, he had no reason to believe that his being in the barn and her coming in to clean up were purely coincidental. Maybe she had come in just to be near him. That was possible, right? Sure, she had a crush on him, and so she followed him into the barn because he was there. "A-Alice...were you...did you come in the barn because I was here?" he asked her. She looked at him confused by the question. "No, sir...Sally reminded me about the mess up here. I didn't even know if you were inside or if you were with Pappa in the field...why?" Ken's mind spun as he went back over everything that had happened so far in the day. He had carried her into the house...that had to have saved her a little time. His time saving help in cleaning and the pause and look between them just before the quake hit...Alice had been on her way to the ladder...if he hadn't been there... If she had been a minute later in her actions up here, Alice would have been on the ladder when the quake hit, rather than just near the edge. Ken went back to the edge and looked down at the ladder once again. The upper part of the ladder where Alice would have been when it fell was laying atop the business end of a turned up pitchfork. Ken couldn't recall touching it at all since he had gotten here, so it's position and presence there was not due to anything he had done. He had done it. He'd saved Alice's life and now... The lucky girl was staring at Ken, wondering just what was going on that might have him so bewildered. "Are, you ok, sir?" she asked. "You look a little stricken..." "I...I...I'm ok...just that..." he gestured at the ladder. "You were so close to getting on it..." "Yeah...I guess we're stuck up here," she said, sitting down and dangling her feet over the edge, not realizing what Ken was getting at. She also had no idea the kind of moral conflict that was raging inside Ken's head. In order to restore the future, he had to kill her. He had to prevent her from having a future from this point onward. There was no telling what her continued life could alter. What any possible descendants of hers could do or become, the countless lives they would affect just by existing. Ken didn't feel any different though, despite this. Some theories on time travel suggested that he wouldn't and that he would remain the same, while the world around him would change. Others claimed that his own memories would be altered to match whatever changes had occurred. Whatever was to happen, he hadn't vanished as a result of it...but did that just mean that he was going to 'take care' of Alice in the near future? Ken couldn't believe he was thinking like this. He was not going to kill her. It just wasn't going to happen, not by his hands anyways. For all he knew she would be a victim of some other tragic accident later in life before she could bare offspring. But still...could her being alive and possibly being courted by young men keep them from finding whatever loves and lives which had shaped the past for millions or even billions of people? Ken had to assume that everything was still as it should be...even if Alice had been impaled below she could have survived that... Ken put his hands up to his head, and felt it start to spin. All these what-ifs were giving him a headache. He sat down next to Alice, dangling his own feet over the edge. She looked at him again. "You sure you're ok, sir? You look really uncomfortable..." "I'm fine, really," he told her, putting his arm across her shoulders. Some doomsday thinking part of his brain screamed at him to just push her off and he quickly withdrew his arm. Alice looked at him and was about to ask what he was doing, when they heard a voice speaking Swedish outside the barn. Alice called out in the language, and Mikkel came to the barn, breathing heavily as though he had run all the way to them. Alice pointed out the fallen ladder to her father, who put it back into place, allowing her and Ken to climb down. Mikkel wrapped his daughter in his arms as Sally appeared in the doorway, crying. She ran to her embracing father and sister and threw her arms around them. Although Ken was touched by this loving family moment, he knew it wasn't supposed to be happening at all. =6= The house was undamaged by the quake, though it had scared Sally quite a bit since she had been all alone in there. Ken excused himself again after lunch to check on his "campsite." As expected, Alice asked for permission to go along with him. Ken was about to refuse her, when he noticed a knife lying on the counter. A chance to set things right, by some twisted kind of logic, presented itself. Although it chilled him to think of actually committing such an act, he knew it was what he had to do, for the good of the future...for what he truly believed was Alice's historical destiny. He consented to her request, and before the two of them left, he pocketed the knife when nobody was looking. They set out walking, Ken trying to act normal despite the gruesome task he had on his mind. He found himself unable to make eye contact with her for fear of losing his resolve. Whatever Alice was saying to him, Ken was barely hearing any of it as his mind was deep in thought on what events lay in her immediate future. Mostly he just nodded his head at the things she said or agreed with her, no matter the topic. Alice seemed to catch on, and fell silent after a few confusing minutes for her. Approximately halfway to where Ken had arrived, he directed Alice off the road into the woods. He led her in about a quarter- mile before slowing his steps and stopping. He turned around to look at her. She was obviously confused by where he had taken her and was looking around for signs of his being there previously. "What are we doing here, sir?" she asked him. Ken looked down at the ground, away from her and then reached into his pocket and pulled out the knife. He heard her gasp a little at the sight of the weapon. He looked up at her and saw some fear on her face. "Alice..." he said, looking at her with a very guilty expression on his face. He raised the knife and took a step towards her. Alice took a step back and stumbled over some brush, falling to the ground. "W-what are you doing..." she asked, her voice now panicky and tears in the corners of her eyes as Ken loomed ever closer to her. "I-I'm sorry Alice, but you can't...I can't let you..." he started to say, knowing sadly that he was making this girl's last moments terrifying ones. "You need to...I can't let you..." he stammered, hesitating as he felt the full weight of what he was about to do on his shoulders. He closed his eyes tightly as if he could muster the will to go through with this plan by doing so and opened them to see tears streaming down her cheeks. He noticed the crotch of her work clothes had darkened as the moment's fright had caused her to lose bladder control. "Please, sir, no..." she pleaded. Ken raised his arm as if he were going to strike and saw her cringe in anticipation of the blade. She was visibly shaking. Ken hoisted his arm a little higher, and then slowly brought it down. He couldn't do this. The future be damned. "Run," he said to her. She looked up at him and saw him standing there, his arms hanging limply at his sides, his face looking off to the side, away from her. "Wha-" "RUN!" he yelled at her. He spun around and hurled the knife into the trees letting out a primal yell, mostly in anger at himself and what he'd just put her through. He dropped to his knees and sobbed. "Run away Alice," he cried. "Back to your father and your sister. Just away from me...dear God..." he wept. He heard her get up and after a moment of silence, he was shocked to feel her chest pressed into his back and her arms go around his neck. "Alice..." "I forgive you, sir," she said and tightened her hold on him. "Whatever your intentions...whatever your reasons, you stopped. You did the right thing, and I forgive you." He felt her lips on his cheek and turned to face her. She was smiling at him, crying as well. Ken took her into his arms and held her, the two of them crying together. "I'm sorry Alice, I'm so sorry," he said, kissing her cheeks over and over again. The tension of the moment flowed away from them with their tears and they calmed down, each of them brushing away the other's tears as they sat, her cradled in his arms, in the middle of the woods. A kind of strange, happy peace came over them as they just looked at each other. The mood took another shape entirely from the event which had put them there, and without thinking, Ken's lips met Alice's. The preteen's eyes nearly popped out of her head as her failed would-be assassin gave her her first kiss. Ken withdrew from her lips as he felt her body stiffen against his. "I-I'm sorry, Alice...I shouldn't have done that...especially considering..." he said, turning his face away from hers in shame. "I-its ok, sir," she said, a deep red blush spreading over her cheeks. "You just surprised me...twice..." She fidgeted in his lap a little and then looked up at him. "Can we do it again?" Ken back to look at her, and she didn't wait for an answer. She sat up and met his lips with hers. Ken went with the moment and didn't resist her. His hands roamed over her small back to her front, where he pressed against her chest, making her moan on his mouth. One of his hands headed south, only to reflexively pull back when he reached the urine soaked patch between her legs. Alice withdrew from his mouth in embarrassment. "I guess I kind of peed myself..." she said. "Sorry about that," Ken offered sheepishly. "Should we, uh, start heading back?" he asked her, breaking the awkward silence. "But your campsite..." she reminded him. "Oh...well...I guess I can do that later," he said. Alice looked at him a little annoyed. "Why don't you want me to go there, sir?" she asked him. "Was the only reason you said yes this time so that you could get me alone and..." she didn't finish that question and Ken understood why. "I'm sorry Alice, but there are reasons why I need to go there alone. I don't think I can really explain it further than that." "Ok," she said and got up from his lap. She looked at the wet spot on her clothes for a moment. Ken got onto his feet as well. "What are we going to do about that?" he asked her. "I have an idea," she said and grabbed his hand leading him back to the road they had been walking on. They crossed over the road to the other side and went through the brush there. About half a mile of walking, they came upon a small pond. Alice smiled at him, squeezed his hand and started to pull Ken into the water with her, them both still fully clothed. "What are you doing?!" Ken asked once Alice was half submerged and the water was mid-shin on him. "We're accidentally falling in the lake so our clothes get all wet!" she said with enthusiasm for her plan to mask her unfortunately caused accident. She gave Ken a tug and thanks to the mud under his feet, he went sliding forward and landed on his ass in the water as his feet went out from under him. Alice giggled and went further out a few more steps before holding her breath and going under briefly. She popped back up and grinned at Ken who was still sitting in the shallower water on the shore. "Why do I have to get wet? You're the one that had something to hide," he complained. "Punishment," she said as she strode past him and began to strip and hung her clothes on a tree. "C'mon, sir, your clothes need to dry off," she said as she exposed her bald sex to Ken for the second time today. Ken was about to protest, but just sighed, as his being naked was no longer much of a mystery to Alice anymore, and this was no doubt part of his punishment as well. Alice giggled as he stripped his clothes off, her eyes never leaving his lower body. Ken strode up to her in his birthday suit and draped his clothes over the tree alongside hers. When he turned his attention to her once more, she was absolutely transfixed on his semi-erect member. After about a minute, she glanced up at him and realized she'd been caught ogling him. "So...I guess we wait for them to dry out, huh?" he asked her. Ken felt like Captain Obvious when he said that, but he had a feeling Alice had other things on her mind. "Yeah...want to swim, sir?" she asked, heading towards the water. Ken couldn't help admiring her bare ass. It was so small and round, and the way it moved as she walked breathed some new life into his cock, which rose up. Alice looked back at him since he hadn't responded and saw that he was now at attention rather than limply pointing forward. She smiled at Ken and waded into the water. The nostalgia of swimming with that girl in his youth hit Ken like a ton of bricks. He had arrived just as she'd finished stripping down and his first look at her nude body was from behind as she waded into the water. He felt an ache (actually more like a throb) to relive some of his youth and went to the water. Alice had already swum out some, and had turned over, floating on her back. Though normally in that position her breasts would sink back some into her chest, the cool water and the gentle breeze had pulled them upwards sticking out of the water. Her stomach was only barely submerged but her puffy bald mound rose above the surface as though it were a third budding breast. Ken had instant relief as the water flowed over his erection, forcing it back to a barely hard state. He swam out to Alice and dove down before reaching her. Alice giggled to herself as she fully expected Ken to pop up under her or to pull her down with her, as her brother had done that many times to her when they would swim together. But Ken didn't come back up. She started looking around to see if he had surfaced somewhere else. Then she felt a hand on each of her ankles and something thick press up between her legs which quickly pushed her upwards. She put her hands down to steady herself and found a mass of hair. Rising out of the water, she realized she was sitting on Ken's shoulders. He turned his head to look up at her, and she whimpered as his neck rubbed on her smooth pussy lips. "Did I surprise you?" he asked her. She hit him lightly on the head in response. "You really scared me, sit. I thought you might have drowned," she said, twisting her hips against the back of his neck. She shuddered happily, and fought to not grind madly on him. Ken wasn't oblivious to her movements, and swiveled her around his neck, giving himself a split second look at her young slit before she fell backwards off of him and into the water. She righted herself and swam up to him, putting her hands on his shoulders. Ken felt the head of his buoyantly free floating penis rub on her legs, most likely her mid-thighs considering their height difference. "That wasn't nice," she said before pressing her body against his and kissing him. The pond was just deep enough here for Ken to stand comfortably on the bottom with his shoulders just above the surface, so it was no problem for him to support her once he felt her legs wrap around him. The lips of her sex rubbed on his stomach as she earnestly kissed him. He put his hands under her, supporting and rubbing her small firm ass. "Touch me, sir," she moaned. "Touch my girl place-my vagina!" Alice couldn't help giggling as she used the word Ken had taught her last night. It just felt so embarrassing and dirty to call her privates by an official name. Her mother had always called it her 'girl place' but her father would sometimes call it her 'fitta' which would bother her mother somewhat. Come to think of it, her father would refer to her mother's girl place as a 'p„lsbiff' which hadn't made much sense to Alice since that meant a furry- Ken ruined her musings on Swedish names for genitalia by cupping her between her legs. Alice didn't think he'd actually do what she'd asked since he'd been refusing her physically every time she tried. She moaned as Ken pressed his palm against her sensitive spot at the top of her girl place. She abandoned all modesty and humped his hand as though she was possessed. She felt a soft warm object brush along her bottom as she thrust against Ken. She figured it must be the tip of his penis, but that didn't really interest her as much as the finger Ken was now using to touch the pink insides of her girl place. Ken didn't know how far the little nymph would let him go with her body, but he figured it was probably a good idea if he was going to finger her that it be done outside of the questionable quality of the pond's water. He started walking to shore, and Alice noticed immediately the chill of the air on her wet back. It caused her to shiver and stop her motions against his hand. She also felt much heavier as they emerged from the water, although Ken did not stop to put her down until they'd reached the shade of the tree from which their clothes hung. He laid her out on the grass and stepped back to look at her. Her cheeks were red and her chest was heaving as she lay there rubbing her cunny looking back up at him. He knelt down in front of her and spread her legs apart. She took her hand away, letting him see the inside of her lips for the first time. He moved his face closer and she suddenly felt very shy having him look so closely between her legs. She covered herself with her hand and he looked at her. "What's wrong?" "N-nothing...it's just...sort of embarrassing letting you see inside..." she said. "Do you want to stop?" "No! N-no, sir," she said and took her hand away. Ken put his hand on her mound and caressed it slowly as his thumb slid into the top of her slit and rubbed at her clit. "Unnnnnnh!" moaned Alice as she raised her hips. "It always feels best there, sir," she said. Ken moved his hand away and puts his hands on either side of the little girl's Venus and spread her apart wide with his thumbs. Alice whimpered and instinctively tried to close her legs and hide herself as Ken put his face right up to her body and kissed her tender little spot. "Oh my!" she gasped as Ken's tongue bathed her. She tasted mostly like water at first, but that was quickly being replaced by the sweet fluids of her aroused body. Ken held her hips down as he pleasured her, and found at times that she was able to lift them still due to the intensity of the wonderful new feelings she was now experiencing. As he licked and sucked on her clit, he began to swirl a finger around the little virgin's hole, getting it nice and wet with her own moisture. He slowly put the tip of his finger into it and earned an uncomfortable sounding whine from Alice. "That hurt, sir," she said. Ken kissed her cherry in apology and turned his attention back to her clit. He focused his attention and knew things were happening quickly in her nervous system from the feel of her hands pushing his head into her crotch. "Ohh...ohhh...ooohhh my, oh my!" Ken could feel her thighs squeeze on either side of his head and twist as she attempted to enact her habit of covering her mouth with her pillow when she would orgasm in bed. Alice found nothing but grass and dirt though, and was forced to vocalize her joy for the first time in years. "Yes yes, oh my, sir, yes!" she gasped and moaned as her hips bucked. The lack of swearing and thanking a higher power for her climax only served to drive home to Ken just how innocent she really was. That was almost hard to believe as he licked up the wetness that was running out of her cunny. He'd only ever had one sex partner who had produced near this amount of pussy juice, and she had been 25-years old. He felt Alice's hands fall away from his head and her legs widen as her waist settled down. He kissed her cunny one last time and then looked up at her. She had dozed off as the afterglow settled over her body. Ken was tempted to caress her little tits, but it didn't seem right to do so since she was resting peacefully. He also pushed away the urge to jerk off all over her naked body, thought he didn't suppress his own need to cum. He sat down next to her and in no time fired his spermless semen towards the pond's shoreline. Guilt flooded his brain as he thought about his wife. He'd just cheated on her...with a girl that was either much younger or was over a century older than her, depending on how you looked at it. He knew he absolutely couldn't say anything to her about it to her when he got back. Never mind that she didn't know a thing about his time traveling gig, but she'd never accept that he'd eaten out a preteen girl. Not only would she certainly leave him, but she'd never let him see their daughter again. He realized there wasn't much sense in agonizing over what had happened. What's done was done and was now in the past (no pun intended). "Nnn, sir?" said a groggy voice next to him. Alice sat up and blushed. "I guess...it wasn't a dream..." she said, grinning shyly. "Nope, it was real alright," he responded. He saw her look at his limp cock. "Your thing isn't sticking up anymore," she said. "Don't you want to feel good too, sir?" "I took care of it while you were sleeping," he said. A look of disappointment crossed her face. "I wanted to see..." she pouted. "I'm sorry, Alice. I didn't know how long you'd be asleep, and if I didn't do it quickly, I'd start to hurt," he explained, expecting her next question. "Hurt? I thought it felt good like I do," she puzzled over what he had said. Ken then explained to her the horrors of blue balls, as well as several more vocabulary words for what resided between their respective legs. For the next hour Alice picked his brain on everything she could think of that was related to sex and anatomy. The entire time Ken hoped that he wasn't giving her information that hadn't yet been discovered in this age. Once her curiosity had been satisfied, she got up and checked on their clothes. They were still pretty damp, but they would have to do as the two of them should be heading back to the farm soon. They got dressed and started the walk back, their relationship having been made much stronger from an afternoon neither would forget. =7= Ken's planned few day stay at the farm became a week...and then 2 weeks, 3, a month, a month and a half. Although he still intended to return to his own time, he didn't see any reason to hurry. He'd gotten away to check the pod regularly and found it consistently undisturbed, except for a few spider webs here and there around it. His relationship with Alice had stayed unchanged from the day at the pond, though she had finally seen him ejaculate during a private trip into the barn the next day. She stroked him off daily, and was always amazed by the force with which it shot out and the distance it would fly. She'd also been sneaking into his bed regularly after Sally and Mikkel had gone to sleep. There they would kiss and feel each other until they orgasmed and then she would return to bed by Sally's side. Sally was not included in all this, and she didn't really seem all that interested either. Ken suspected she knew a great deal about what he had been doing with her older sister, but the younger girl's sex drive just wasn't there as it had been with Alice at that age. As comfortable and settled as he had become in this new life, Ken found his mind turning more and more to his family waiting back home for him. Every time his lips touched Alice's, he thought of his wife. Every time he heard Sally laugh, he was reminded of his own daughter's sweet sounding laughter. Mikkel was starting to rely on him more and more as well, and Ken didn't want to have his hosts become too dependant on him, as he knew his stay was limited. He had gathered up what he needed to engineer his trip back home, and decided that night he would leave after Alice had gone to sleep. Ken made sure that their restrained form of love making was intensely passionate that night, not only because it would be their last time, but to ensure that Alice slept soundly. He fought back tears as she came on his hand, her face turned into his pillow as she moaned. They kissed with intensity as her hand wrapped around his shaft and milked him into orgasming on her stomach, where she would usually direct him to do so. Before she slipped from his arms that night, she said in a trembling voice what only made it that much harder for Ken to leave her. "I love you, sir." Another quick kiss, and she was gone to the bed she shared with her sister. Ken waited 20 minutes before getting out of bed. He paused in the doorway of the little one room house and looked at the larger of the two sleeping forms in the middle bed. "I love you too, Alice," he whispered and then left, without another look back. **** Ken had long since wiped the tears from his eyes by the time he got to the pod. He focused on his work and felt confident about the result. This particular problem was one that he had been told would likely happen if anything were to happen and so he'd repaired it many times over during his training with a 95% success rate. Of course, that was all simulated, this was the real deal and the pressure was very much on him to succeed, or else he'd be stranded in the past. Hours passed as he made the repairs. The chronometer inside the pod indicated that it was just past 3am once Ken felt confident that he was done. Climbing inside, he pulled the picture of his wife and daughter from the spot where it was taped to the wall and kissed it. Although they would only have been a weekend without him, for Ken it had been nearly 50 days. He closed the hatch and strapped himself in. Checking the read-outs, coolant levels were good, though he was only running on the auxiliary power supply which had recharged itself using solar power. He trusted that would be sufficient to get him back home, or close to home anyways. Into the computer he put his destination time and place, and the monitor returned a good result based on the current state of the pod. He hesitated as his finger hovered over the button that would fling him 161 years forward to where he belonged. He closed his eyes and heard Alice's declaration of love for him echo in his head. Surely her heart would be broken when they found his bed empty in the morning, but he knew she would go on and lead a fulfilling life...a life that he had saved and spared despite what might mean drastic consequences for the rest of the world's future. His eyes opened and he pushed the button. As it had done when he left, he felt the pod vibrate with energy and then seemed to lift off the ground. With nervous anticipation, he watched the power level start to drain as it fueled the pod's time traveling engine. Equally being drained was the primary coolant system as it fought off what would otherwise be intense heat generated by the engine. The engine was at 90% as the countdown to the jump entered its final 10 seconds. 10...9...8...7...6, 95%...5...4...3...2...blackness. Ken was thrown forward as the pod crashed to the ground, though his straps saved him from any real injury, he was sure they'd leave a mark. Something had gone wrong and inside the cockpit all instrumentation was dead, the lights were off, and what had only seconds before been a humming floating miracle of modern science was now a very big paperweight. Ken didn't know what he'd find when he opened the hatch. Either he'd stayed in one place and time, or whatever happened may have put him elsewhere and elsewhen. He readied himself for anything and opened the hatch. It was daylight outside, and it appeared to him that he was in the same spot in the woods where he had started from. Time had passed, that much he was sure of, since it had been the middle of the night when he had attempted to go back, but he didn't know how much time. Was it hours, days, months...years? He had no way of knowing, other than to find somebody and ask. Whatever their answer was, he doubted it would matter, as his inspection revealed he wasn't going home to 1997. Inspecting the pod's exterior, he found a large hole burned in the back. Looking inside he could see...something...what it was he wasn't sure, but it was blackened and some kind of a toxic smelling vapor was drifting out of the hole. This sort of damage was beyond Ken's ability to repair and the technology was so foreign to anything that any average person in anytime would know that his hope of ever seeing home again was gone. He salvaged what he could from the inside, taking care to take with him only what would not be strange to others. He was about to seal the pod and initiate the destruct mode of the cloaking blanket when he saw the picture of his smiling wife, Ellen, and his beautiful little girl, Danielle. The picture was in color, and he knew such a thing would be an oddity if he was still in the 19th century, but he had already snubbed the future once by letting Alice live, and decided to break regulations one last time. The blanket made quick work of the pod and itself, leaving only some scorched ground behind. Ken put the picture into the pouch with the gold and silver nuggets. He looked at his clothes and hoped he wasn't too far off from 1836, or else he'd look rather strange to those he met. He grabbed his things, took one last look at the smoke coming up from the ground and set out on the road to find his new future. **** Ken came upon the farm, which looked just as it had when he left. It didn't look run down or abandoned, so he figured Alice and the others must still be living there...but he still didn't know how long it had been since then. He thought briefly about going there, but would they accept him back? He had just vanished from their lives one night without a word. Also there was the problem of not knowing how long he'd been away. For all he knew Alice and Sally could be in their 30's now and one of them was living there with her husband and family. He had no way to explain how he'd remained the same and they'd aged. No, going there just wasn't an option for him. Ken looked longingly at the house and continued on down the road. He'd barely gotten 50 feet when he heard the distinct sound of young voices screaming from inside. He dropped his bag and ran to the door of the house, flinging it open. Alice and Sally, both still young girls, stood over Mikkel's body on the floor. They stared at Ken with tears in their eyes and their mouths open in shock. "M-mister?!" Sally asked, her voice cracking as she started to cry. She ran to him and clung to his legs. "Help Pappa, mister! Help Pappa!" For her part, Alice was torn between the distress over her father and Ken's sudden reappearance at their door. Ken pried Sally off of himself and went to the old man. He knelt down and felt for a pulse. It was weak, but Mikkel was still with them. "Help me get him onto the bed," he told the girls, and together they got their father onto his bed. "You two, go get the doctor. I'll stay here with him." "Y-yes, sir," Alice nodded at Ken as her lip quivered and tears rolled down her cheeks. She took Sally's hand and they ran out of the house. Ken didn't know what to do really. He had no idea if this was a heart attack, or a stroke, or simply old age taking its toll on poor Mikkel. He decided that the best way to start at least was to talk to him, even if they didn't speak the same language. "Mikkel, it's me, Ken. The girls have gone to get the doctor. Can you hear me, Mikkel?" It seemed that Mikkel was beyond hearing Ken, as he repeated this several times. Just as he was about to give up, he saw Mikkel's tired old eyes open slowly. He looked at Ken curiously, probably thinking the same as the girls had when they saw him. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he recognized the man by his side. "Ken..." he said slowly. "Yes, Mikkel. It's Ken," Ken reinforced, taking the old man's hand. Mikkel responded by lightly gripping it in return. "Alice...Sally..." "They've gone to get the doctor...DOC-TOR, do you understand?" Ken asked, hoping that 'doctor' was an English word Mikkel knew. "You...you take...care...Alice...Sally...take care..." he told Ken. Not getting an immediate response, he summoned a little more strength and said more loudly, "Take care!" "You...you want me to take care of them?" Mikkel nodded as he felt assured that Ken had understood what he'd said. He closed his eyes, and spoke something softly in Swedish. Ken caught the name 'Anna,' that of Mikkel's wife and the girls' mother, just seconds before he felt the dying man's grip loosen on his hand and saw his chest fall and not rise again. It was almost 30 minutes later when the girls arrived with the doctor. Sally broke down sobbing upon seeing the sheet covered form on the bed. Alice cried as well, but remained strong for her sister, comforting her and leading her to pray by their father's body. The doctor stayed only shortly to confirm the death. He let Ken know that he would inform the pastor and the undertaker and then left. Ken sat on the bed just behind the girls and was immediately set upon by Sally and then Alice as a source of comfort. Under other circumstances, Ken was sure that he'd be in the middle of Alice and Sally interrogating him as to where he'd been, but for now they were too overcome with grief to care. An hour passed before they heard horses and a wagon outside. The three of them, each girl holding one of Ken's hands, went to the door and greeted the pastor and another man who Ken assumed correctly to be the undertaker. Ken left the girls with the pastor to pray over their father and assisted the undertaker with taking the simple wooden coffin off the wagon. They waited outside until the pastor and the girls came out, and then went in to prepare Mikkel for his final journey into town. With the speed of a professional, the lid was nailed shut, and the two of them carried the coffin out and loaded it onto the wagon where the pastor and the girls were waiting. Ken knew it must have been a lot for those two, knowing that their father, whom only 2 hours ago had been alive, was now inside there. The five of them got onto the wagon and rode into town to the church. The ceremony was very simple. A few others from the community stopped in once they'd heard the bells ringing, but for the most part it was just Ken, Alice, and Sally at the funeral. After the service, Ken discovered the source of the metal on metal clinking sound that he'd been hearing since they had arrived. The undertaker was chiseling Mikkel's vitals into a slab of stone as two other men dug the grave. In a neat row with the open grave were 5 other headstones. Lars, Ann, Virginia, Anna, and finally Charles. Something caught Ken's eye as he looked over the family plot. Anna had been born in 1808...Charles, the oldest child, was born in 1820...that was only 12 years. Mikkel had married Anna when she was only 11 or 12! Such a thing certainly wasn't unheard of in this time period, but it was a great surprise to Ken nevertheless, and got him thinking. Alice and Sally each went to the markers of their lost family members and kissed the tombstones, pausing only to say a short prayer over each one. They went back to Ken and tightly held onto him as they watched their father be laid to rest. They stayed until the burial was complete and the tombstone was put in place. From the date on the stone, Ken deduced that he had only gone about 4 months into the future before the pod had failed on him. As it turned out, he had been taken to a moment in time where he was greatly needed by two orphaned girls. =8= They had taken up the pastor's offer of eating there at the church that night before returning home. Sally was sapped, emotionally and physically, and Ken had carried her half-way home. He laid her down on her father's bed and he and Alice settled down together on hers. "Why did you leave us, sir?" she asked, wrapped up in his arms. "I felt it was time for me to go, Alice," Ken told her. "I'd already stayed far too long and I felt like I was being a burden on you guys." "You didn't said good bye," she said, driving a metaphorical nail into Ken that he couldn't easily pull out. "I know...I'm sorry, Alice. I just...I'm not good with good- byes." "Do you remember what I told you, sir, that night...just after we..." For Ken it had been less than 24 hours since she expressed her feelings for him. "I do," he answered stroking her hair. "In some ways, I think that's the reason I came back." "I cried really hard. Sally too. We both looked all over for you the next day. Pappa got really mad at us because we didn't do our chores, and we both got spankings." "I'm so sorry, Alice. It was selfish of me to just go like that. I couldn't stop thinking about you though." "Really, sir?" "Yeah, really." Ken felt her snuggle up closer to his chest and sigh. "What happens now?" she asked. "Pappa's gone...me and Sally can't work the farm ourselves." "Well...just before he passed, your father told me to take care of you two." "Pappa did?" Alice said, her voice cracking with emotion over her father's last words. "Yeah. I, uh...also did some thinking...and...well...would you marry me, Alice?" Ken had found it hard enough when he proposed to his wife, but this, proposing marriage to an 11-year old...was a hell of a bit of social conditioning for him to overcome. "M-marry you, sir? I...but I'm only...do you mean it?" "Yes, Alice, I really mean it. Didn't you notice how young your mother was?" This had Alice at a pause as she counted backwards on her fingers. "You mean Pappa and Mommy...when Charles was born...Mommy was my age?!" "That's right. I was thinking, we could get married, sell the farm, and then you, me, and Sally could move somewhere else." "You don't want to live here, sir?" "The farm really isn't for me, Alice. Also, I've got some money so we could live a lot better than this, and you and Sally could go back to school." "Where would we go?" "There's this little city I visited up north, named Chicago. It seemed like a nice place. So, what do you say? Will you marry me, Alice Mikkelsdotter?" Ken asked again. Alice thought silently for a moment and then sat up to kiss Ken's lips. "Yes," she simply replied. "I'll marry you, sir." "Call me, Ken, Alice." "I'll marry you, Ken," she said, smiling, tears running from her eyes. Ken brushed away her tears and felt them begin to well up in his eyes as well. Although he was committed to this young girl now, he couldn't forget about the woman he had been committed to for the last 5 years and the small child that he had loved so much. The full impact of losing them finally hit him now as he was forced to look at his future here, 131 years before he was even born. He started to weep and Alice was there to kiss away his tears for him. "What's wrong, Ken? Is it something I said? Something I did?" she asked, remembering the reason why he had cried before her the last time. "No, Alice, it's not," he said, composing himself a little. He knew there were going to be some things he just couldn't hide from her for the rest of their life together. "I haven't been entirely truthful with you, I'm afraid..." he started, getting a worried look from her. "I...I used to be married." "You were?" she asked. "But, I remember you saying that you weren't...but that you had a little girl with someone." "I know...I just...I'm not allowed to see them anymore, so in a way, I guess...I didn't think it would really matter at the time, and I knew you'd wonder why I was here with you, and not with them. It was just easier for me to say I wasn't. I'm sorry, Alice. I never meant to trick you, if that's the way you feel." "I don't feel tricked...just...sort of confused," she said. "Why can't you see them anymore?" "They...uh...they were taken away...far away, and I don't know how to get back to them." "Is that sort of why you left? Were you looking for them?" "Yes, kind of. Once I realized that I wouldn't be able to find them, I came back here because...because I loved you." "Oh Ken..." she sighed, and kissed him. He felt her hand move onto his crotch. "W-when we're married...you'll put this inside me, right?" she asked him, eager, but also a little timid at the thought. "Yes...if you want me to." "I do! Oh I do, I do!" she replied, very enthusiastically, but then appeared a little reserved. "But...I don't know if I'm ready to have a baby." Ken winced inwardly as he knew that with him, she never would have a child. "Well...we'll see how things go with that..." he said, feeling a little guilty about his forced infertility. They kissed again and Ken began to feel between her legs. He felt her stiffen as his fingers felt their mark, but soon she was pushing his hands away. "What's wrong?" he asked, knowing how she had loved their nights together. "Can we...wait?" she asked him. "If you want to, sure," he said, not wanting to push her where she didn't want to go. "When you left, I didn't do it myself...well, maybe once, but I kind of stopped because it didn't feel the same without you...and now, we're...I just think we should wait," she explained. Ken was a little surprised by her chaste streak, considering what a horny little nymph she'd been since that first day. "We can sleep together though, and rub on each other and stuff," she added quickly, not wanting to lose the physical contact with him quite so fast. "Ok, Alice. I don't think I could let you get away from me anyways," he joked, kissing her nose. She giggled and snuggled close to his chest. "So...um, when?" she asked him. Ken looked at her, a little confused. "When what?" "When are we getting married?" It seemed that no matter what century, women were always impatient for their big day, Ken mused. "Well..." Ken looked around the room thoughtfully. He had no family to invite, and Alice and Sally were orphans now, so there was really nobody for them to invite. "Maybe we could go into town tomorrow and do it then. Do you think the pastor would do it for us so quickly like this?" "I guess...he's really nice...and I've got a nice dress I could wear. You can wear Pappa's best clothes..." she suggested, starting to tear up thinking of her father. "Do you think Pappa would have let us?" she asked Ken. "He asked me to, Alice. His dying wish was that you be with me, so I think he'd be really happy," he assured her. "Yeah..." she murmured before yawning. The day had taken a toll on her as well. Ken held her as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, and he joined her soon after. =8= Ken was woken up by the feeling of a small body moving around on his backside. Alice was still in his arms, but Sally's bed was empty. Looking over his shoulder he saw that it was Sally who had curled up next to him. He reached behind himself and rubbed her back, as he had done to his own daughter when she would crawl into her parent's bed on the weekends. Sally was not asleep, and looked up at Ken. "Why are you and Alice sleeping together, mister?" she asked pointedly, sitting up. "Uh, well..." he started to say and then felt Alice stir against him. She raised her head groggily and looked first at Ken, and then at her little sister who was peering over her fianc‚ at her sleeping form. "Alice, why are you sleeping with Mister Ken?" she asked. "Because," Alice said, sitting up, "we're getting married." "YOU ARE?!" Sally said with the kind of exuberance that seemed to be reserved for only the young. She quickly started bouncing on the bed with excitement. "When?! When?!" "We're gonna do it today," Ken told her. "Oh wow! Is he gonna put his thing in you too?" Sally asked her sister, who turned red at the question. "Uh...well..." she looked at Ken for help. "Hey, girls, why don't the two of you go out and get cleaned up by the well, while I make us some breakfast, ok?" he suggested, which nicely tugged Sally's attention from her sister's pending loss of virginity. "Ok!" said the little girl, who bounded off the bed and out the door. Alice looked to her future husband with embarrassed relief. "Thank you, Ken," she said, kissing him before getting off the bed herself. She headed for the door, but then paused halfway and shed her clothes. She smiled as she saw Ken looking at her puffy breasts and lightly downed mound, which had been bald as the day she was born 4 months earlier. She couldn't help stroking her sex briefly before turning her lovely backside to him and going to join her sister. Ken let out a long appreciative whistle and adjusted his hardened member before getting up to fulfill his part of the bargain. After the girls came back from bathing, they ate and Ken went out to wash himself while they got dressed for the day's big event. He came back to find some of Mikkel's best clothes laid out on his bed, and Alice looking like a dream. By late-20th century standards, the light blue dress was nothing special, but for a simple farm girl living in the 1830's, it was like being royalty. Ken got dressed, and hand in hand in hand, the three of them set out on the road for town. At the church, the pastor took note of their clothes almost immediately. "What's the occasion?" he asked of them. "Me and Ken, we uh...we want to get married," Alice said to him. The pastor raised an eyebrow. "Is that so... Alice, may I have a word with you, in private, my dear?" he asked her, before leading her away from Ken and Sally. Ken couldn't hear what they were saying, but figured it was just the pastor's way of verifying that this was something that Alice wanted to do and not something he was making her do. Apparently satisfied with Alice's answers, the pastor led her back to Ken and asked simply, "Do you have a ring?" "No, I'm afraid we don't, Father," Ken said. "I was planning on taking care of that later...that's not a problem, is it?" The pastor was about to insist on there being one present, but once he saw the look on Alice's face as she held tightly on Ken's arm, he just waived his hand in dismissal. "I suppose we can overlook it just this once," he said, causing a broad smile of relief to spread over Alice's face. Like the funeral the day before, the service was brief, and stuck to the basics of God and love and all things eternal. Ken fought tears as he silently apologized to his wife and child and said 'I do' to his young bride. Alice didn't have quite the same control over her emotions and she cried openly while pledging her life to Ken. Finally, for the second time in his life, Ken was told, 'you may now kiss the bride.' Putting his hands under Alice's chin, which had become wet with tears, he tilted her head up to face his and pressed his lips to hers. Sally's cheers echoed throughout the empty church, as Ken felt his new wife's lips tremble against his own. "Oh Ken," she said, wrapping her arms round his neck. "I love you so much," she cried. Ken got down on his knees and held her in his arms as the pastor put his hands on their shoulders briefly before leaving the newlyweds to their new lives together. **** Alice had been so overcome with emotion in the church that she had cried for nearly 5 minutes straight. As they had done the day before, they dined with the pastor and his family that night. Now, it was just the two of them as they returned home, the pastor's wife offering to have Sally stay with them for the evening. The reason for this was not lost on either Ken or Alice, as they both felt their faces flush while convincing Sally to stay behind. It didn't help either that the little girl knew what kind of a show she'd be missing. Just outside the door, Ken surprised Alice by sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her inside. He put her down by the bed and she sat down, staring at the floor. Ken sat next to her, and waited for her to her thoughts into words. She looked up at him after a few moments, and took his hand. "You want to...now...right?" she asked him, her voice trembling a little. Ken squeezed her hand. "I want to when you are ready. It wouldn't be good if I forced you to do this." She turned her eyes down again for a moment and then with some determination in her eyes looked up at him. "Let me see it." Ken kissed her cheek and stood up from the bed. He removed his outer clothes, and saw her staring at the cylindrical shaped mass under the front of his underclothes. He undid the buttons down the front of his chest, and as he crossed over his abdomen, her hands pushed his away and finished the job for him. The last two buttons sat along the warm shaft, and Alice felt her blood race, pulsing through her fingers which fumbled as she exposed the red-purple head to the air. It wasn't, of course, her first time seeing it, nor was it a new thing for her to touch it, but she was in awe of it nonetheless. She undid the final button and Ken shrugged his shoulders out of the long johns as Alice pulled down on the legs. She wrapped her hands around it, squeezing it, making Ken grunt approvingly. She let go, and then, to Ken's puzzlement, she put her thumb and forefinger around it, and slid them off the shaft, keeping the 'O' shape with her fingers. She pulled back her dress, spread her legs, and put the 'O' up against her crotch. "It's so much bigger than my little hole is," she marveled. "I don't think we can until I get bigger..." she said, sounding disappointed. Ken squatted down in front of her to match her eyelevel. "Alice, all girls are small, especially when they haven't had sex yet, but your vagina can stretch big enough to let a baby come out of it, so if you want to, we can try," Ken told her. Alice looked up from her musings on her virgin canal, and bit her lower lip. "It's gonna hurt, isn't it? I can't even bear one of my little fingers..." she said, holding up her index finger. "Yes, it'll hurt. Probably a lot, but it does for every girl the first time," he confirmed for her. She looked down at her lap again, almost as though she was going to cry. Ken tilted her chin up to look at him, and took her hand in his. "No matter if we do it now, or in two years, it's going to hurt, Alice. But, we can make it not hurt as much by going slowly and gently. You know I love you, and I don't want to cause you any pain, so if you choose to give yourself to me now, I will do all I can to make it a pleasant experience for you." Alice studied her husband's face and recalled all the pleasure he had brought to her months ago, and how he always had been careful to focus on what made her feel good, and avoided what she said did not. "Let's try it," she said, her voice wavering just a little. "You sure?" he asked her, noting the touch of fear that she still had. "I'm sure. I love you Ken, and I want to do this with you," she said, sounding more confident. "Please, make love to me, like I used to watch Pappa do with Mommy." She slid off the bed and put her arms around Ken's neck and kissed him. Alice turned around and pulled her hair to the side, so that Ken could see the buttons on the back of her dress. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. Ken could feel her body shaking with anticipation as he moved down her back. The dress had a mini-corset built into it and Ken couldn't help chuckling as Alice sighed in relief when he loosened it. "Feel better?" he asked her. She smiled and nodded at him and pulled her arms out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. She turned to face Ken, her tiny tits bared to him, the lower half of her body still covered by the pantalettes she had worn. Ken kissed each breast, rolling the nipples between his lips briefly, causing Alice to sigh appreciatively. He planted a trail of kisses down the center of her chest as he pulled at the laces on the waist of her undergarments. He timed it right and they fell do the floor as his lips reached them. He reached around Alice and gripped her bare little ass as he kissed her mound and the apex of her pre- teen slit. "Oh Ken...unnh..." she moaned, pushing her hips forward. Ken moved his mouth a little lower and stroked at her hooded joy spot. Alice gasped and spread her legs wider. Ken gently guided her backwards to sit on the bed. She sat at the edge, her legs hanging over the side and then lay down, with her wet puffy sex fully accessible. She raised her head to look at Ken, who was staring at his child wife's most intimate parts as though it was his first time ever seeing what lay between a woman's thighs. He looked at her and smiled before getting down to business. With a single broad stroke of the tongue, he tasted her from bottom to top, eliciting a series of pleasured cries from Alice. As always, she had gotten wet quickly and her taste was as sweet as ever. With his thumbs, Ken spread her pussy lips open and licked at the small pink orifice that was tonight's guest of honor. He felt her body tense as he passed over it with his tongue. He could feel very well from his probing that her hymen covered much of her vaginal entrance and that there was likely plenty of room for him once he got past the barrier, but he also knew that it would hurt tremendously for her. The best thing he could do for her before attempting to penetrate was to get her to relax and make her as wet as he could. Ken put his full attention onto her clit, bathing it with his tongue. His hands traveled up her body to her small tits, tweaking her stiff nipples as her chest heaved underneath. Alice moaned and writhed in pre-orgasm for what she had claimed was the first time in 4 months. As such, it wasn't long before she was lifting her hips in rapid fashion, cumming under her new husband's attentive mouth. Ken didn't let up once she came, and was able to count at least 3 more separate orgasms that flowed through her body. A quick swipe with his tongue indicated to him just how wet she had gotten, and he stood up from his kneeling position by the bed. Alice watched him with her eyes glazed over, and though she looked like she was ready to fall asleep then and there, knowing what was next gave her a shot of adrenaline. "Are you going to put it in?" she asked him. "Uh-huh. Just relax and don't fight it, ok?" She nodded her response and Ken moved her on the bed so that she was laying lengthwise on it. He had her pull her legs up to her body and then laid down on top of her, his achingly patient cock laying vertically on her slit. He could see that she was scared, but she did her best to hide it with her bravest face. He reached down between them and rubbed the pre-cum smeared head of his cock against her lips, easily parting them. She grimaced a little when he settled the slippery tip of his penis into her opening. "I'm going to push in now," he told her. She nodded in acknowledgement and opened her mouth to speak, but Ken beat her to it. "I love you, Alice." "I love you too, Ken!" she said back to him, her voice pitching upwards on his name as he made his first attempt to penetrate. For Ken it was a little like pushing his cock on a soft warm wet brick wall, and it seemed almost hopeless. Alice had closed her eyes tightly with an unhappy look on her face. "Do you want to stop?" Ken asked her and she shook her head from side to side, not opening her eyes. Ken pushed on her virgin entrance again with more force this time, which drew a cry from Alice. The head of his cock started to move forward into the tight ring, the spongy material of his glans squeezing through. Ken pushed the head inside and felt her squeeze down on it as the ridge of his head popped inside. "It hurts, it hurts!" Alice cried. Ken was fairly sure he hadn't torn her hymen yet, and was probably just inside its rim. Any further movement on his part would change that, however. He held his position with the thinnest part of his cock just at her threshold and felt her inexperienced vagina flex and squeeze for the first time on a foreign body inside of it. She opened her eyes and looked at him first before lifting her head to look down her body at the cock shaft that was hanging outside of her. "It's...ok now. Put more in," she told him. She watched as her husband's shaft started to move, and was suddenly blinded by pain as she felt what seemed like her body splitting in two. The ruptured maidenhead took Ken by surprise as 5 inches of cock suddenly thrust into his child wife's warm body. He felt sudden guilt for the screams that were coming from his love's mouth, because to him the feeling was wholly the opposite experience. He pulled out and laid beside her, taking her into his arms. "It's all over Alice. It won't hurt anymore. It's ok now, baby," he said, rubbing her back. "Why did you stop?" she sobbed into his chest. "I wanted you to do it inside of me like Pappa and Mommy." "I know you did, honey, but it was hurting you so much. I love you too much to keep you in that kind of pain." "Are...are you going to put it back in?" she asked him. "Yes, if you want me to." She didn't answer, and instead rolled away from him onto her back and pulled her legs up. Her pussy lips were a bloody mess, giving her a scare. "I'm bleeding!" she yelled, before looking to his erection, which was coated red from the tip down to where it hadn't gone into her. "It's ok, Alice," he said. "Every girl bleeds her first time. Do you want to continue?" "Y-yeah..." she said. She pointed at his blood stained cock, indicating the extent of the stains. "You...you put that much of it inside me?" "It was kind of an accident," he said. "I was pushing so hard, and then your cherry broke suddenly, so I-" "Cherry?" Alice was trying to wrap her mind around the idea of a cherry being hidden inside her body. "Oh...that's uh...what some people call it when a girl bleeds the first time she has sex..." he explained. "Oh. So it won't hurt anymore now when you put it back in?" she asked. "Well, right now it will still hurt some, but after a few days it won't hurt as much." "Oh...I still want you to do it," she said. Ken nodded and got in front of her as he had done before. "No stopping this time," she added pulling her legs back. "No stopping. I promise, Alice," he said, putting his cock to her reddened hole. She cringed at the stinging feeling from her tattered hymen which gradually settled into a kind of dull pain as Ken pushed into her for the second time. "Ow...ow...ow..." she whispered as he filled her body with the 5 inches it provided room for. "It's so big inside me," she said. She let go of her legs which Ken was laying against, and rubbed her hands over her lower stomach and mound, trying to feel him through her body. "I'm going to start moving now," he told her. "O-ok...moving?" she asked him, not sure what he meant. "I'm going to slide my penis out a little and then push it back in." "Oh. All the way out?" "No, just...like this..." he said, figuring that a demonstration of the act was easier than explaining it. He slid back, making Alice grit her teeth from the friction on her sore entrance, and then pushed in. "Ow..." "Was that ok?" "Yeah...just kind of strange...feeling it move inside me...are you going to squirt sperm now?" Her frank somewhat innocent manner of asking about his orgasm, nearly made Ken have one. The tentative squeezing she was doing on him wasn't helping either. "Soon, honey. I need to move more to try and make you feel good too. You can rub your clit while I'm doing that too." "Ok," she said, and started stroking her upper cleft. Ken got into a rhythm pumping in and out of Alice, slowly melting the icy numbness of the pain that she had experienced. She matched her manual stimulations to his movements and cooed softly with each filling move he made. "It feels so nice now," she sighed. Ken decided it was time to pick up the pace and doubled his speed. Alice noted the increase in tempo and kept up with him, her pleasant sighs growing into small gasps. "Oh...oh Ken...oh my...oh my!" Ken felt her tight walls ripple around him and his own control start to slip away. Alice stretched her legs out on either side of his body and wrapped them around him, pushing him from behind into her as she experienced her first orgasm during intercourse. Her pelvis humped at him, trying to put him as deep as possible inside of her. "In me, shoot it in me!" she gasped to him. Ken did as his wife asked, and groaned loudly as the tip of his cock exploded into her birth canal. "Oh Alice, I'm...oh God, can you feel it?" he asked her. "I do! It's so hot inside me," she said, bearing down on his squirting shaft. Ken thrusted inside his pre-teen spouse until he ran dry and then collapsed on top of her, panting. He felt her lips kiss his chest as she milked his slowly softening erection with her vaginal muscles. He pushed himself up with his arms and looked at her. Her hair, face, and eyes were filled with sex afterglow. She looked absolutely radiant, just as his first wife had on their first night together. "Wow," she said, unwrapping her legs from his body and laying them apart on the bed, letting Ken withdraw from her body. He moved off of her and lay on his back beside her. A few minutes passed as the two lovers lay side-by-side, reflecting on what they had just shared. Ken broke the silence. "Well, what do you think?" he asked her. "It hurt really bad...and I was kind of scared when we had stopped that it would keep hurting, but you made it really nice...and it felt amazing when you started to squirt inside. I didn't know it could feel so good," she said. Ken smiled. "I didn't mean the sex, darling," her told her, putting a puzzled look on Alice's face. "I meant, what do you think we'll have to do about Sally wanting to watch us next time?" Alice giggled and playfully hit him. "Uh...I don't know...I don't really care, I guess. I caught her a few days ago touching herself, so I think she's old enough to see us...you aren't thinking of putting it in her too, are you?" Alice asked, a little jealousy in her voice. "No," Ken said. "I made a vow today to be yours alone, and I intend to keep it." He rolled to his side and kissed her, stroking her small breast. Alice moaned appreciatively, and turned her body to face his. She winced a little as she changed positions for the first time since her maidenhead had been broken. "I want to do it again," she told him, taking hold of his flaccid, but still firm member. It slid about in her grasp from the fresh sex juices coating it. Ken opened his mouth to tell her once again that men needed a small break before being able to ejaculate again, but her small warm hand combined with the smell of sex that was lingering about them pepped his little buddy back up. Ken put his hands on her rear and started to pull her leaking sex to his when she stopped him. "What is it?" he asked her, confused by her words not matching her actions. "Uh...you know how you put your mouth on me...can I do that to you?" she asked him. "Yeah...sure you can," he said, a little surprised. Alice had never before brought up doing such a thing, despite having been eaten out by Ken many times before. Ken turned onto his back and Alice sat up, moving slowly as she still felt a little sore. She got onto her knees beside her husband and suddenly froze. She looked down at her legs and saw pink tinted cum dribbling down her thighs. "Is it supposed to do that?" she asked Ken, who was also watching the erotic sight. "Yep. Do you want to stop and clean up?" he asked her. "No. It just surprised me...feels kind of neat..." she said, rubbing her finger in it. She looked at it for a moment before wiping it on the bed, and then bent her head over Ken's resurrected erection. "Uh...do I just put my mouth on it?" she asked him, a little clueless on how to begin. Ken was about to tell her of the old 'popsicle' metaphor, but wasn't sure if they had been invented yet; lollipops either, for that matter. "Yeah, do it like you do with your hand, moving up and down on it with your mouth, but try not to bite it," he told her. She nodded in understanding and lowered her lips onto the head of his cock. She kissed it once, like Ken would the top of her mound, and then opened her mouth and enveloped the head. Her teeth brushed the ridge at the bottom and Ken grunted uncomfortably. "No teeth," he reminded her. She apologized to him with a swirl of her tongue across the tip. Alice worked her mouth down most of the shaft until she accidentally gagged herself with it. She gave Ken a look at seemed to ask, 'further?' "Don't force yourself...you're doing great, honey," Ken told her. She mumbled something that sounded like 'ok' and started to bob her mouth on him. Ken moaned his approval, which might have stopped a more innocent girl to ask if he was ok, but Alice knew her man was happy. She set a rhythm similar to what he had done to her during intercourse, pausing only occasionally to lick her lips before sliding them down his cock again. "Oh god, Alice, like that...just...oh god that's so good, baby," he encouraged her. He swore he could feel her smiling broadly as she sped up. Ken had never cum a second time in anything less than 30 minutes, but Alice appeared able to help him beat that record. He reached out and moved her blonde hair out of the way, as it had fallen around his crotch, hiding his wife's intense actions. Alice turned her head to the side to look at Ken and felt herself get wet just watching her husband gasp and moan with joy. "Alice, I'm...oh god!" is all the warning the pre-teen got before feeling a thick warm substance splash into her mouth. She pulled her head back in surprise and received two shots to her mouth and chin. Ken grabbed his cock and stroked himself to a finish as Alice sat back and rolled the goo around in her mouth before ultimately swallowing it. She then licked her lips clean as the remainder that she could not reach with her tongue rolled down her neck onto her chest. "It tastes funny," she said. "It's not really bad though." She cuddled up to Ken, not bothering to clean the ejaculate from her chest. "Did I do a good job?" she asked him with a smile, already knowing the answer. "You did an amazing job," he told her, kissing her cum flavored lips, and holding her tight. As he held her body to his, Ken's mind turned to the future they would share together. Although he had lost more than Alice would ever know, he felt that somehow, they had been destined to meet and remain together for the rest of their days and beyond. It was almost as though that was just how it had been for all time... =Epilogue= Ellen Newman sighed and lifted her 7-month pregnant body out of the car and got to her feet. Her eyes scanned over the graveyard at the rows and columns of headstones. Her mother came around the car and the two of them joined the procession to her great aunt's final resting place. She had come alone to the funeral, her husband, Ken, was unable to get away from work. She wasn't sure what there was about insurance rates that couldn't wait a day or two, but he had seemed pretty insistent that he be at work instead of honoring her great aunt. Truth be told, Ellen didn't want to go either, but did so at her mother's insistence. As they walked, Ellen looked around at some of the stones they were passing. Many of them were old, going back into the late 1800's. It was all somewhat romantic to the young mother-to-be. Here were all these people who had been together until the end and even after that, they had been laid to rest together and were still there to this day. She put a hand to her round stomach and wished the same would be for her unborn daughter some day. Her mother made a comment about the weather, and as Ellen turned her head to respond, an inscription on a stone that her mother was passing caught her eye. An eerie feeling came over Ellen, who stopped and looked at it. "What's wrong, honey?" the aging woman asked her daughter. "Look at that, mom," she said, pointing at the slab of granite. Her mother turned and looked as well. "My, that is peculiar honey. I'm sure it's a coincidence, though," she said of the words chiseled into the rock. "Yeah, but...it's not just the name, mom. The birthdate is even the same," Ellen pointed out, as she went over to the marker. "Speaking of birthdates, look at hers," Ellen's mother said of the date inscribed on the neighboring grave. "If that's his wife, he was certainly something of a cradle robber," she commented. "Oh mom," Ellen said, doing the math herself. "For all you know they met when she was 20." "Not in those days. You know your own great-grandmother was 13 when she had my dad," her mother related. Ellen just shrugged, letting it go. "I like her name. Alice Danielle...Alice Danielle..." she repeated it to herself. "You and Ken still haven't decided on a girl's name?" her mother asked. Ellen and her husband had decided not to know what they were having until the baby was born. "No, mom. Ken just really feels it's going to be a boy, so I haven't really been thinking about any girl names. I kinda like Danielle though...maybe Alice as a middle name..." Ellen said, giving the first headstone another long look. "C'mon, Ellen," her mother said, giving her daughter's sleeve a tug. "Aunt Genevieve isn't going to bury herself." "Ok, mom," Ellen said, giving the pair of grave markers a final look over her shoulder. Although she knew rationally, that her husband was alive and well back home, for the rest of the day those headstones reading 'Kenneth Christopher Newman; b. Oct 6 1806, d. Aug 15 1881' and 'Alice Danielle Newman; b. Oct 8 1824, d. Jan 14 1906' remained on her mind. The End Author's note: Story number four, finally done. I've been on this one for almost a year since the idea first popped into my mind. Originally, it wasn't meant as a prequel to 'It Began...' but as a story about a man who goes back in time to take advantage of the hysteria "epidemic" that seemed to be sweeping across Europe in the 19th century to fondle young girls. Sex history buffs may recall that victims of hysteria, all of whom were women, were often "cured" by having a doctor cause them to orgasm. Obviously, I decided to take the time travel thing in another direction while I was writing 'It Began...' I think this is probably my best researched story, as I looked up all kinds of historical things from the history of Sweden to what they used for toilet paper in 1836. Anyways, I hope this is as well received as 'It Began...' was, since I know this is another long story and is its companion tale. Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome. Hardguy 8=====>~~~ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.