The next morning, after I shower, I head downstairs for breakfast.
Dad's leaning over the island counter, munching an English muffin, reading the paper. He's still in the black t-shirt and sweats he wears to bed.
He's really a good-looking man. Fit from years of squash and cycling. Dark hair that sweeps to the side neatly. Dark eyes that give nothing away when he notices me come in.
"Morning, daddy." I head to the refrigerator to get the milk.
"Morning," he says gruffly.
"What are you up to today?" I ask innocently.
"Got a squash match against Bradley," he says grinning. "This'll break the tie."
"Get him, dad."
He laughs. "You know I will." He finishes his breakfast and cleans up after himself. "What are you doing today?"
I swallow. "I want to get over to the mall with Angela. She says they're having a big sale."
He nods, happily accepting the lie. "Good. Get some nice new things."
I sigh when he leaves the kitchen and manage to finish my cereal.
Then I head back to the lab.
Dr. Samuels is thrilled to see me. She already has another mission for me in the past. "This is trickier," she warns.
I wait, intrigued.
"I need you to steal something."
"Steal?" I frown.
"Don't worry, it's something that's rightfully mine anyway."
I sigh. I'll do whatever it takes to go back. "Tell me."
"February of 1995, my grandmother gave my little sister her Irish wedding band. It should have gone to the oldest, me, but sis got engaged first." The doctor frowns. "Not right is it?"
"Unfair," I humor her.
"She'll still be living with my mom, but all of us went on vacation the summer of 95 and I know for a fact she didn't take the ring on the cruise."
"So, break into your parent's joint, get the ring."
"Yes. And even though it's small, I still need you to mail it. I don't know what will happen if you try to bring it back with you."
She loads me into the time machine with more 90's clothes and bills and presses panels almost frantically. The power is really going to the Doctor's head.
There's the flash and I find myself on the bench outside the lab. 1995.
I head back to my usual hotel.
"Hi again!" the desk clerk says when she sees me. "I've got a room waiting for you."
She's not much older than me, so maybe she thinks we can be friends. I smile at her. "Thanks."
"I really like your style," she gushes. "So eclectic. Like, what you're wearing now? Where did you get that?"
I look down at my rainbow-striped, one-piece jumper. It's a few years old to me, but to her, it's futuristic. "Oh, my friend made it for me," I lie.
"Good friend!" She checks me out more.
She's seen me bring daddy back to the hotel twice. I wonder if she thinks I'm a slut.
I get in the room and swap my outfit. This time, the doctor's packed me a jean dress and a matching headband. I frown at it. I wish I had time to shop, but I just don't. Her current task will take too long and I need to see my daddy.
I sigh, my nipples tightening. Daddy.
You know, my dad is no stranger to breaking the law. I wonder how he'd like to help me with a little B&E.
I head for the alleyway where my dad hangs out with his thugs and I'm surprised to see him, leaning against a building, waiting for me.
My heart flutters. "Dad?"
He looks up with a pleased grin.
My heart thrashes. Is daddy falling for me?
He runs a hand through his thick, black hair. "What's up, princess?"
"I need your help, daddy."
He pulls me into a tight hug, obviously relishing the feeling of my breasts squashed against his chest. He inhales deeply in my hair. "Anything for you, baby."
Yess, I want to moan. He's into me. I'm immediately wet, ready for him.
I snap myself out of it. Suddenly, I'm wary. How will he react to my request? "I need you to help me steal something."
He pulls back to look at me and what I see in his eyes isn't offense but excitement. Not just thrill excitement, either. I can feel an erection grow between us.
Daddy's dirty. I blush as he grins. He knows I feel it.
"What are we stealing?"
We head to the address Dr. Samuels gave me and stare up at the gorgeous house.
"Act natural," he murmurs, and pulls me around back, through the gate and into the overgrown garden. As we walk through the plants, he reaches back and pinches my tit—the one he fucked yesterday. The memory floods me, making me gasp.
He turns his head and I see his wicked smirk.
Where was my future daddy when I got into the time machine? Where will he be when this memory hits him?
"I think it's working," I tell this young daddy. "I think we're making your future self think naughty thoughts about me."
He looks back to glare at me. It looks like jealousy in his eyes. "Oh yeah?"
I swallow. "He kept looking at my boobs."
He turns to shove me against a trellis. "He wants to fuck them," he growls nastily. "He wants to put his dick on my titties."
His titties? God, I'm wet. How is he so jealous of himself?
"Will you want to—" I swallow hard. "—do that twenty years from now?"
He grimaces, yanking hard on my dress. "I want to fuck that tit every day of my life until I die."
"I'll let you, daddy." I peer into his eyes, hoping future daddy pays close attention to this memory, wherever he gets it. "I'll let you put your dick anywhere."
He bites his tongue. "Promise?" He looks threatening.
I stare back, feeling cold on my neck. "I promise."
He nods, his mouth open. His eyes scan my body, searching for places to penetrate. "Yeah, anywhere. I like that."
I catch my breath. Now! I want his fat cock on me now!
His eyelids droop lustfully as he takes in my expression. "Such a naughty, little slut, Danielle. Craving your own sweet father's cock."
I lean into him with a needy moan.
He chuckles cruelly as he holds me back. "We have to steal this ring, or your scientist won't let you come back in time anymore, baby," he croons, mockingly.
"Dad!" I scold.
He just bares his teeth. "This way." He pops a screen out of the kitchen window and pushes up on the pane. He grins when it slides up easily. "Ladies first," he says, holding out his hands to boost me.
I step up and slide my top half through the window. I pull one knee up, pulling my dress up so I can spread my legs and step on the counter inside.
I feel my dad's face press into my panties. "Mmm," he hums, vibrating my pussy and ass.
I yelp and almost fall forward onto the counter, but he grabs me around the waist, holding me in place. He runs his hot tongue along my panties. "Oh my God," he murmurs. "You're leaking."
My arms wobble on the sill, but he doesn't let me fall.
"Why are you so wet, baby?" His lips move on my pussy the vibrations making me weak.
"Because of you!" I moan helplessly.
"What do you mean?" He croons innocently. His tongue darts out, nudging my clit with the tip.
