One Hour

They lied side-by-side then, and while Rich was catching his breath, Val was humming to herself softly. "I'm still on... right. Right." She reached down and ran a finger across her vulva, scooping up a drop of his seed. "Yes. It's fine." She sighed contentedly and rolled over to her side, soon snoring in that soft, cute way he loved. Rich followed her quickly after, falling asleep to thoughts on what a nice rich guy he was going to make.

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The next day, Benji was gone. She left a note taped to their bedroom door explaining that she couldn't stay there any longer. That she had too many ideas about what needed to happen, and that she would be back when the time was right. Rich was a bit bummed, since his sister always livened things up, but he was sure that Val would be just as happy, seeing as how they had never clicked. When he showed her the note, after her shower, she frowned, though.

"She's already gone?" His wife absently tugged up the towel she had wrapped haphazardly about herself as she putted through the bedroom. "She didn't have to... I would have let her do what she..."

Val sighed and turned towards her dresser, letting the towel drop entirely, and Rich froze. Am I finally going to see... Her bare back, he'd seen plenty of times. It was the front part that was the white whale... no pun intended. He craned his neck, trying to, as nonchalantly as possible, get a better view. Side boob... is that some areola...?

"Oops." Val reached down and wrapped the towel back around again. She looked at him and shrugged. "Thought my ass would hold it up better." She grabbed that selfsame derrière with one hand, squeezing the doughy flesh between her fingers. "There is a lot of it." She frowned. "Too much, in fact. I don't think I've ever really faced the truth of that." She turned to Rich again and smiled. "Sweetest, I... I want to buy some exercise equipment."

"...what?" Rich was completely nonplussed. In all the years he'd known her, she expressed zero desire to undergo any extra physical exertion, instead controlling her weight, to the extent she did, by not being a total pig when she ate. He didn't know how to respond to the sudden shift.

"Exercise. A treadmill... some free weights... probably a smith machine..."

"What the fuck's a smith machine?" Rich finally found something to say.

"...some resistance bands." She ignored the question. "We have more than enough money for it, and if we have to wait a year for Vic and Benji to get their updates ready, I want to spend it doing more than just grading undergrad papers." She smiled. "We can convert the garage we never use into a little gym."

"I... guess?" All he knew was, he had zero desire to join her in this endeavor. Pumping iron had never been even close to something he found compelling. "We can order it today if—"

He was cut off by a squeal of pleasure and a crush of fleshy arms as Val squeezed the life out of him with a girlish joy he'd never seen before. Wow, she's really enthusiastic about this idea from nowhere.

"It'll be great, you'll see. I know you're probably groaning at the thought of a dumbbell in your hand," she smiled mockingly, "but you can use the treadmill with me, right? Get some tone in those bones?" She slapped him on his skinny butt playfully.

"Sure." Rich smiled through his teeth. "I'll be running marathons in no time." Not freakin' likely.

Val was overjoyed at his agreement, and he was happy to see her that way. Plan set, torture implements ordered, garage cleaned out, and a couple weeks later there was shiny new gym attached to their house of leisure. One that was put to immediate use.

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To his credit, Rich started out with good intentions... ish. He'd actually convinced himself that he would at least use the treadmill, if not maybe that weird weight frame thingy too. That lasted about five minutes after the first day he woke up with every muscle in his body trying to stab him at once. Disappointed, but undeterred, Val just turned it into her own private getaway, leaving him to his first love; math.

Rich was back in the lab when he wasn't teaching classes, tinkering with ViCCI as much as he was comfortable doing, which actually wasn't a hell of a lot. He didn't know jack shit about the hardware that Val had built, or the software that Vic had wrote. He did, however, know about the underpinnings of the time dilation that was the heart of the whole thing, and was constantly tweaking his formulae and algorithms for optimum efficiency. He may not have been able to experience the world inside the machine, but his own little world was humming along just fine.

Day after day he would come home, his mind still lost in his equations, to find Val just coming in from a workout, draped in sweat-ringed, body-veiling track suits. She would kiss him hello, he would ignore the slimy feel of her slick skin against his, and she would head up for a shower. It became such a routine that he didn't even realize until a few months after the experiment that they hadn't been intimate since that day. Rich couldn't believe he'd been that absent minded. Val must have been burning up with frustration that she was too caring to voice. Well, we'll have to do something about that.

The night after his shameful revelation, he and his wife were indulging in a rare evening just snuggled on the couch, watching something inane on t.v. Val was covered neck-to-ankle in a thick, wooly robe, and Rich had his arm around her while her head was on his chest. Seeing it as the perfect opportunity, he began inching his fingers downward, under the edge of the robe, brushing the tips against her soft skin. Val giggled lightly and laid back a bit, giving him easier access and a nice, obvious green light.

It was just as he felt one pebbled nipple, and her breath quickened, that the knock on the door jerked them both back to reality.

"Who the hell is that?" Rich growled in annoyance, actually giving serious consideration to waiting to see if their unwelcome visitor would just go away if no one answered. The second and third knock disabused that flight of fancy.

"Better go get it." Val sat up with a sigh, pulling her robe tight about herself once more. Cursing under his breath, he went to the front door and flung it open, ready to lay into whoever was interrupting his sexy time. Standing there in a tube top and miniskirt was some kind of high class escort, who looked at him with a big smile on her black-painted lips.

"I think you have the wrong... oh Jesus fuck." Rich's jaw dropped open. "...Benji?"

He could be forgiven for thinking what he had when he first saw his twin again after so many months. Benji was just... not Benji. Not anymore. Instead of the petite, lithely tomboyish, short-haired sister he had always known, before him stood a lean, toned, firm-assed woman with smoky makeup, long, glossy hair that must have seen the hands of an expert stylist... and a set of breasts that were about to pop out the top of the strip of cloth she was using as a shirt. She didn't have those the last time I saw her!

"Heya bro!" Benji flung her arms around him and planted a big kiss on his cheek. Rich could feel those new tits pressing on his chest, now jumped from B cups to Ds, easily, and he struggled to think of anything he could say back. It didn't matter, because Benji was already moving past him and into the living room. As he turned, he couldn't help but take in the sculpted ass under her painted-on skirt, swaying and bouncing hypnotically. That's new too. How many squats does that take?

She sauntered right up over to a nonplussed Val and took her by the hand, lifting her up off the couch to wrap her in another embrace. Amazingly, Rich's wife didn't push his sister away, and instead tepidly returned the hug, her eyes still wide in shock behind her lenses. "Ba... Benji..." Val swallowed, her palms flat on her sister-in-law's lower back. "I never thought you... you'd..."

Benji leaned back, her arms loosely draped around Val's neck. "Hey, I said I needed to get into fighting shape. I think I'm almost there."

"Almost?" Rich finally found his voice again. "Benji... what the hell else is there?"

His sister gave him a withering look, then patted her flat stomach and poked her thin arms. "Still too flabby. No tone. I need to dedicate some real time to making myself into something... worthy. My plastic surgeon did his part, now I need to do mine." She cupped her new fake tits and gave a wicked grin to Rich, then she flashed a genuinely friendly smile at Val. "I thought I could join you in your training. Make use of whatever set up you've built. We can motivate each other!"

"Wha... why do you think I'm doing any..." Val sputtered as she bunched the robe up more in front of her.

"C'mon. I know you pretty well." Benji winked. "Even if you want to deny it."

Rich barely knew what to make of any of this, but he was sure one thing; he wasn't getting any that night. "I, uh... I guess you can stay in the guest room again..." He waved vaguely upstairs. "You have any luggage?"

She didn't, claiming that she was living for the future now, and figured she could borrow what she needed from Val. Pretty audacious, and more than a bit illogical, but Val was still rocked back on her heels enough to let the comment slide. So with minimal conversation, the three retired for the night, opting to turn in early and sort things out better in the morning.

That night, Rich only slept fitfully. His head being so full of careening thoughts meant that even his dreams were jarring, and he would find himself waking sporadically through the night. Each time, next to him, he could tell that Val wasn't faring much better. She would be breathing heavy one time with her eyes squeezed shut, or wriggling jerkily another, presumably trying to find a comfortable pose to actually fall asleep in. Once, Rich woke to see Val actually sitting up in bed with both legs over the side, her back to him and oversized t-shirt scrunched up at her hips, while staring up at the ceiling like she was just fed up with the whole night. He even heard her whimper softly, and his heart went out to her, but he was drifting off himself then, and felt like it'd be better to just let her work through the insomnia naturally.

Gotta get what sleep I can. With Benji here, things should be taking off. We have a lot to get done. We can't get complacent.

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After that night, things evened out in the Reid household. Benji was full to bursting with plans for what she would create inside ViCCI. She began by trying to connect it to what Rich was doing, but it soon became apparent that the math and the fantasy were not exactly walking hand-in-hand together. Benji's work was much more dependent on the limits of the hardware, which meant she had a far greater need to collaborate with Val. Apparently, the two of them decided to put their traditional animosity aside, hammer out the upgrades for ViCCI, and then present a finished package to Vic, who presumably would eventually be in contact again.

That meant that the days fell more or less into the same old routine; Rich earning money for them to live off of at the university and perfecting his math, while his wife and sister worked their butts off at home. Literally.

Benji had been telling the truth about joining Val in her newfound quest for a hardbody. Every day he would come home to find his sister toweling sweat off her lycra-sheathed form after having spent hours in their humble little gym. God, and what a form it was. Rich was constantly, constantly, having to remind himself that this busty goddess was, in fact, that same sister he'd grown up with, but it was damn hard. Gone was the short hair and tomboy allure, replaced by lush curves and a robust, silky mane that she kept in a loose ponytail during her workouts. Combined with the definition she was getting in her abs, arms, and legs, and it gave her such a base, primal look that he had to force himself to stop staring, every time.

Val, for her part, was more dedicated, starting her workout earlier in the morning than Benji, and showering before her partner. It went this way for weeks, until one day random chance shook things up. Rich had come home a bit early due to an admin day at the university. He opened the door to his humble abode to the sounds of the shower already going, and had the reasonable, and naughty thought that he might surprise his wife.

He crept up the stairs and to the half-closed door to the bathroom with a leering smile on his face, just in time for the curtain to be pulled back to reveal the shocked eyes of his twin sister, water streaming down her fake, but exquisitely real-looking, tits.

"Oh... wow." The only words he could think to say, though his internal voice was a bit more eloquent, in that a full sentence could be formed. Her plastic surgeon was a goddamned artist.

Benji pulled the curtain back with a surprisingly high-pitched cry, and from across the hall, Val strode over with a smile on her face. "Heh, you sound just like Frankie used... what the hell?" She stopped at the sight of Rich. "Wha... what are you doing here?"

Rich gulped and tried to speak. Then he tried again. "I... early day, and I wanted... I thought it was you..." He paused, and a couple things occurred to him then. Val was in her robe, which was untied and hanging open, and her hair was still completely soaked. Benji must have jumped into the shower seconds after Val. Does she not use hot water?

Then there was the second thing. "Who the hell is Frankie?"

Val's eyes went from incredulous to veiled in an instant. "He's..."

"She's one of my ex-girlfriends, Mister Peeper." Benji scowled at him from behind the curtain she had wrapped around her like a suit of armor. "A squealer, if you must know. I was telling Val about her the other day."

Rich opened his mouth, but Val cut him off. "Yeah. They broke up because of boundaries." She eyed him imperiously. "Sounds like a big issue, right?"

"Aw, c'mon, this was an honest mistake." Rich shrugged and tried to smile.

"Oh... wow." Benji quoted him mockingly. "Seems like a little more than a mistake." She looked over at Val. "You know what, I think my bro here needs to learn a lesson in territory." She bloomed a shit-eating smile then. "If I were you, Val, I'd make him sleep on the couch for... I dunno, a few days at least."

Both Rich and Val spoke at once. "What?"

Before he could say anything else, though, Val raised her chin, her cheeks flushed. "Maybe... maybe that's not such a bad idea." She looked at Benji, then over at her and Rich's bedroom across the hall. "Break things up a bit. Get us all out of our ruts." She smiled at Rich then, trying to show that she wasn't truly angry. "Sweetest, you have to admit that things are getting a little too comfortable if you can just walk in on your sister like that. Not that I think you had any sick little fantasies or anything, but... well, I think a few nights won't hurt."

Rich felt like he was under a surprise attack. "I didn't... fuck. Okay, fine. Whatever. Three nights won't kill me." It wasn't like he was likely to break their dry spell anytime soon after today's shenanigans anyway.

And just like that, it was settled. Blankets and pillows awaited him on the sofa that night, and Rich prepared himself to be ready for groggy drudgery at work the next few days. As he tried to drift off at bedtime, he couldn't help but wonder how quick it would take Val to get lonely, sleeping without him. They'd been together every night since their senior year of college.

Well, unless you count the three nights she spent in another world. Rich smiled, and began to nod off.

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It probably wasn't the first, in retrospect, but one of the loud thuds coming from upstairs finally jerked him awake. Half-sleeping worries of Val falling out of bed and hurting herself drove Rich off the sofa to plod up the stairs to see what had happened. With a wide yawn and a rub at his eyes, he shuffled over to his bedroom door, closed to nothing more than a crack, passing by the guest room where apparently his sister hadn't heard a thing.

Rich gently opened the door, peering into the room that was actually fairly well lit by moonlight streaming in through the window. "Love, are you all—"

"Nnnnggg..."

The groan drowned out the cut-off question in its tracks, and Rich had no ability to try a second time, seeing as all the breath left his lungs.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh..." The repeated syllable was a drumbeat in his head as he took in what he was seeing. On the bed, his bed, Val was lying prone, naked, with her knees bent and the blanket down at her waist. Any other time, Rich would be having a meltdown at finally seeing his wife's breasts, but it wasn't happening because there was something in the way.

That something being Benji's back. Also bare, also under the blanket. Encircled by Val's arms, she was bracing herself on her elbows as she hovered over his wife. When he craned his neck, he could see his sister and wife's more than full breasts flattened on each other, nature and science gifted perfection melding into one protruding, fleshy mound.

As Rich watched in mute paralysis, Benji was rhythmically thrusting her whole body forward, causing the headboard to make yet another thud against the wall, and eliciting more and greater sounds of appreciation from Val. "Haah, haah, haaaaahh..." Longer and longer. Breathier and breathier.

Rich couldn't tell exactly what was happening under that blanket, beyond the clues given by the obvious shape of Benji's firm ass bobbing up and down, back and forth between Val's knees. Dully, he couldn't help but analyze it. A strap on? Some kind of grinding? It didn't matter, but his brain provided both pictures to him dutifully. Either way, both women were enjoying it immensely, and their moves got faster and faster, with Benji dropping her head right down next to her sister-in-law's as her hips picked up more steam.

Before long, but with what felt like an eternity, one of Val's legs shot up off the mattress from under the blanket, shapely and smooth in the moonlight. "Jesus! Aaaahhh!" Val cried out and squeezed her arms tighter around her lover, threating to break the ebon-haired woman's back as she rode out her climax. "Holy shit Baby... you were right..."

"Mmmm." Benji was vibrating herself, quivering from head to toe in post-orgasmic aftershocks. She poised herself fully on her knees then and locked her elbows, letting her long, loose hair tickle Val's sweaty golden tresses. "Told ya. Fucking on a bed in a situation like this... it changes things." She bent down and planted a firm, deep kiss on Val's smiling lips.

When they separated, Rich's wife began running her fingers through his sister's hair. "We did fuck here once, technically." She smiled shyly. "That first night..."

"That doesn't count. You had to stay quiet and shit because he was right there. Though I gotta say, that did make it kinda spicy in its own right."

"Well, get that thought right out of your pretty little head." Val craned her neck up for another kiss. "We have three days to... to be together like this. Then things get back to normal."

Benji separated herself from Val then, sliding out from under the blanket. No strap-on or dildo or anything of the sort to be seen, Rich noted absently as his sister reached down to shimmy into a pair of discarded panties that looked like they had come from the personal collection of a supermodel. His sister stood there, looking delicious and well-fucked, and gave an unreadable look to Val, who had already re-covered herself with the blanket.