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Sexual nephew conquers his aunt, ready to do same to cousins.

He called for backup for a Bloomington police officer to book Marco in.

The older man had been holding his nose like the younger one. There was a significant gash in the younger man's nose; a similar scar on the older man's. They looked like a father and son who had suffered the same injuries, decades apart.

"Oh my God," Vicki said as she held her husband close. "Look at this," she whispered. "An old man with a new scar."

"Felt so weird. Like it's brand new. But like it's almost always been there," he responded.

Victoria rushed to her savior, Marty. She didn't know what they were talking about -- about the older man fucking some girl. But Vicki didn't seem freaked out by it, so she decided she didn't need to be. Not yet, anyway. She had to take care of her boyfriend whose nose had been bashed.

As they police car arrived and the cuffed suspect was put in the backseat of the car, the officer opened up the man's backpack. It was a vicious rape kit, with strong tape, a binding and nylons. There was a homemade torture devise -- a battering ram that Vicki now vaguely remembered being used to strike her abdomen. It had destroyed her uterus.

But she felt her uterus was still there. The future was now the past.

What were the odds Marco was the boyfriend of Janet? Not one in a million, but definitely one in a lot. The two couples, old and young, looked at one-another. Time had been slightly changed. A day of cheating. An evening of hell. They were silent with one-another. It was a time of celebration. A time of confluence. A time of quiet.

They gave their statements to the officer. The older couple gave false names, but got their statements on the record. Hopefully, police would be able to connect Marco to other crimes and he'd be in prison for a long time.

Marty refused medical attention. He just wanted to walk to his favorite eatery with his girlfriend and their future selves. They sat quietly eating, taking in the events. They all felt heroic, but thrown off. It was a stressful day, rearranging time. Avoiding sex. Avoiding rape. Being attacked and having a scar to show for it. The bridge of Marty's nose was gashed, but he didn't care. He slowly ate a cheeseburger and was pleased with his reaction. Even if it looked like his scar would never heal.

"So, what will really push me into time travel?" he quietly asked his older version.

"Oh, an experiment that you do at CERN."

"CERN?"

"Yes. It's a super collider in Switzerland."

"We're going to Switzerland?" Vicki asked Victoria.

"Yes. And he's a super collider in Switzerland," she snickered. "He's always turned on when he's right. And he's also romantic."

Marty was awestruck by the horniness in his girlfriend and his future wife. Talking about sex in public. But he liked it. He wanted to time travel and do other cool science things ... but he also wanted to cum today. He'd heard enough about the sex he never had with Janet -- a stripper known as Candy -- and he figured Vicki and Victoria had been talking about sex today, just because they still were.

"Anyway," Martin said, "you'll figure it out by checking the pulses of a black hole near V 4641. That's not found for another decade, though. Anyway, by using those details, you're able to solidify the theory and design FluX."

"FluX?"

"Foreign Light Unlimited, Experimental. Time is like waves of light, and we can surf it by using reflections of time off V 4641 with our own solar system. We sent rubber ducky encased in concrete encased in a metal case back to the near the top of Pikes Peak in Colorado to the year 2,000 B.C. We buried it nine feet down. We found it in 2022 and carbondating showed it had been there about 4,000 years. But we'd only let it go a day earlier."

"Wow," Victoria said. She was loving all the science talk, even though she wasn't sure how it worked.

"FluX is our surfboard," Vicki said, holding out the device.

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