Enki's Puzzle Pt. 30

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

With sixteen days left, Nick broke his ankle on purpose. While his sister was drinking his mother’s milk, he jumped from the tree again. The day progressed very much like the today before. In a fierce outpouring of motherly protection and sympathy, Kate gave him her pussy. But like the day before, he failed to close Enki’s deal. He was again left screaming into a pillow after his mother fled his bedroom.

The today after that was almost a perfect copy. The today after that, he jumped but didn’t break his ankle. He didn’t manage any vaginal sex. He broke his ankle the today after that, but again came up short. Nick was in a rut as pressure mounted. The days dwindled and he didn’t know what to do.

With a purple, swollen ankle, Nick rested in his sister’s arms in her apartment. There were only eight days left. On that particular today, his mother had hopped off and finished him with her mouth before he got close to seeding her. Failure hurt, but at least Kate wasn’t furious with him at the moment.

“It’s hopeless. Mom is going to forget us.” Nick’s voice broke the stillness in the room. He stared at flickering candlelight.

“Would it cheer you up to hear me tell Chris to shove it?” Alyson held him a little tighter, running her fingers through her hair. They were both naked. Cum dripped onto the sofa from her pussy. She didn’t care. This wasn’t the last today.

“Nah, you don’t need to.” Nick shook his head slowly.

“You really are upset. I was sure you’d want to hear that.” Alyson sighed. “It’s for the best anyway. I already did it. I called him after Mom and I did our thing this afternoon. I told him the wedding was off, and that he didn’t treat me right.”

“You did?” Nick twisted in her arms to look into her eyes. “Have you… been calling him every today?”

Alyson nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip. “I have.”

“But what happens if we get through? I mean I almost… you know… with Mom. It almost happened.”

“Exactly. What happens?” She placed her index finger on his forehead and tapped slowly. “Think about it, dummy.”

“So… you want to end it with Chris? This is for real?” The news did cheer Nick. His sister wanted his baby, and there would be no more fiancé to deal with. The more he thought about it, the better Nick felt.

“I’m done with him. It feels so good to tell him every day that he’s an asshole.” Alyson loosened her grip on her brother as he squirmed to face her, his heavy dick slapping against her tummy.

“Why the change?” He kissed her bare breast, working his way down to her nipple.

“I had an epiphany when we called him… that other today. Ooohhhhhhhhhh… you’re hungry again.” She cradled his head, feeling the weight of his cock against her thigh. She moved her hips a little, trying to angle it toward her pussy.

“Mmmmppppphhhhhhh.” Nick drank from his sister and lined his dick up. Her pussy was warm and tight, just like their mother’s. The two women were so alike in many ways. He hunched his hips forward and slid more of his cock into her.

“Chris would have… come between us… and I can now… ugh… see… ugh… ugh… that I had a blind spot… ugggghhhhhhh… toward him. He didn’t… treat me right.” She placed her hands on Nick’s back and spread her legs as his rhythm picked up.

Nick released her nipple and placed his hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the sofa. “Maybe… I’ll take a… gap year… and live here. Would you like… that?”

“Maybe…” Alyson’s eyelids fluttered. “Maybe… you can apply… to the U… and we can live together… while you work on your… undergrad, and I… ugh… ugh… ugh… work on my doc.”

“Maybe we can convince… Mom to live with us.” Nick laughed. “I’ll devote myself… to you and the babies… in my gap year. You won’t have to… take too much time… off from school.”

Alyson felt too good to return his laugh. She let the pleasure surge through her. “You’re going to be… the best dad… ever.” She thrust her hips and trembled out an orgasm.

Words left them and they rutted on the sofa with only the sounds of their grunts, moans, and the slapping of skin. When Nick came to his shuddering climax, Alyson held him tightly to her breast, gritting her teeth and soaring in her own pleasure. They panted in each other’s arms for a while.

“Should we go to bed?” Alyson ran her fingers down his back, feeling small, hard muscles flex as he shifted his position a little.

“I just want to stay inside you until the day resets.” Nick nuzzled her neck.

“How are we going to solve the puzzle? Only nine days left.” She tried not to think about failure.

“Only eight left.” Nick sighed. “I don’t know. We’ll try the same thing, I guess. Maybe one little detail is missing.” Nick went over the day in his head. “Mom wakes me up. We have lots of morning sex. That butters her up for the afternoon. I leave. You show up and… do what you do with her. Dad gets home. You take Dad out for lunch and a movie. I show up with a broken ankle. More sex with Mom. And then… what?”

“Maybe you need me to be there when you and Mom do it?” Alyson felt silly even suggesting it.

“That would be amazing. But it would never fly.” Nick was tired, his ankle throbbed, but he didn’t want to move from atop his sister. “Maybe I stay after morning sex and we both drink at the same time from her?”

“That wouldn’t work. Mom and I talk about Chris and Dad during that time. She always brings it up, so I think it’s important. It wouldn’t happen with you there. But we could try that again after the todays are over.”

Nick murmured his assent. That sounded wonderful. “So, what do we do differently?”

“You could compliment her more.”

“I do that a lot already. Any more and she’d think I was angling to get something from her.” Nick’s cheeks warmed with shame. “Which I am.”

“Make her squirt first?” Alyson shuddered, trying to picture her mother’s ecstasy while her pussy erupted in a geyser.

“Done that. I’ve read the room. I’ve gotten really good at it. I honestly don’t know what else I can do.”

“You’ll think of something. We’ll think of something.” She clenched her pussy around his cock in an oddly reassuring gesture and purred when she felt him flex his dick in return. She did it again, and they carried on that back-and-forth for several repetitions.

“I don’t know. I just wish we had more time.” Nick held Alyson tighter, knowing they were about to be separated by the reset. His internal clock could sense its approach. “Maybe we should try and explain it to her. We know what she’s going to do. Remember how I first explained it to you? Well, you don’t remember that because that day reset, but you remember one of the times I explained it to you. We could -”

The world turned to blackness. Nick slowly opened his eyes. He was in bed and his mother was doing the same thing she did to start every today, getting ready for anal sex.

“Time to wake up, Nicky.” Kate put a bottle of lube next to his phone on the nightstand. She couldn’t help noticing that he had unread messages from his sister. She reminded herself that she trusted them and ignored the phone. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulled down his covers, and kissed his exposed cheek. Like most teenagers, he was sleeping in the most awkward position, his face half-buried in the pillow.

“You’re about to say ‘I wish I could still sleep like that.'” Nick sat up in bed.

“Well, good morning, sunshine.” She smiled at him. “How did you know what I was about to say? You’re right, by the way.”

“If I hadn’t interrupted you, you would have told me that ‘These days, if I don’t use my knee-pillow and sleep on my side, I’m not able to walk the next day.'”

Kate laughed. “That does sound like me. Anyway, your father is playing golf right now. So, if we’re going to be smart about all this, we should use our time wisely.”

“… going to be smart about all this, we should use our time wisely,” Nick finished in sync with his mother.

“What’s going on, Nicky?” Kate frowned. “Is this some sort of prank?”

Nick tried valiantly to explain Enki, the puzzle, and his repeating days. He watched as her expression hardened little by little.

When he finished, she picked the lube up off his nightstand. “I don’t like this joke, Nick. I had something special planned for this morning, but maybe I’ll take a raincheck. Think about how others feel before making fun of them.” She quickly headed for the door.

“I’m not joking. Wait… Mom.” Nick slumped back to his pillow when the door slammed. He looked over at the window. Written in condensation, quickly fading, was the number seven. “And now today is fucking ruined.” He got up, brushed his teeth, and tried to talk to his mother, but she wasn’t interested. The look in his mother’s eyes told him that this today was toast. He would have six more days to figure it out. He left the house and headed to his sister’s apartment.

~~

“Time to wake up, Nicky.” Kate put a bottle of lube next to his phone on the nightstand. She couldn’t help noticing that he had unread messages from his sister. She reminded herself that she trusted them and ignored the phone. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulled down his covers, and kissed his exposed cheek. Like most teenagers, he was sleeping in the most awkward position, his face half-buried in the pillow. “I wish I could still sleep like that.”

“I don’t feel well, Mom.” Nick slowly uncoiled and sat up. He blinked at her beauty.

“Oh, no.” Kate sat on the edge of his bed and put her hand to his forehead. “You don’t feel hot. Your father is playing golf right now. I came in here thinking that if we’re going to be smart about all this, we should use our time wisely.” She nodded at the bottle of lube. “But if you’re not well, maybe we can do something more lowkey. We can always have some of our special hangout time another day.” She kissed his cheek.

“Sure. If you don’t forget.” Bitterness entered Nick’s voice.

“Oh, I wouldn’t forget something like that.” The familiar vertical line in her forehead formed, and her eyes were full of worry. “You sound like you need some rest. I’ll make you something nice for breakfast. When you’re feeling up to it, come on down.” Kate kissed him again, retrieved her lube, and left the room.