Consider your options first.

You impatiently drummed your fingers on the back of your phone case eyeing Ashley’s contact, her standing offer she made to you this morning.

It hung at the forefront of your mind right beside the fresh memory of your bitchy sister tongue dragging across her cum coated hand with sensual lanquidity cleaning her hand as if a delicious treat had spilled on it.

Swallowing your mouth felt dry as a desert as you took a deep breath as you imagined her irritating mouth filled with your cock, accepting your prick like Tsunade had done in the car, her face buried in your crotch to where her nose poked your abdomen. Knowing her you could imagine her looking up at you with her arrogent eyes demanding you face fuck her, as if you owed it to her to fuck her like that.

It sent a shiver of excitement chased by a wave of heat down your body as your cock stiffened fully recovered from the several rounds of sex you’ve had today already.

Thinking about when you’d made the incestous conspiracy on the female side of the family. Ashley wasn’t fundamentally different, she’d still been caustic yet her cheer and talk at the table sounded like extremely pent up sexual frustration.

From your web searches you knew that the notebook could quite extensively change the past adapting to or accommodating your changes.

Heh, now there was a fun thought. Maybe Ashley was such a bitch to you since she’s a pent up bro-con that’s had to bite her lip and restrain herself from having sex with you for her whole life, something you’ve made her believe is a vitally part of improving and maintaining familial relations with you.

Grinning you closed your eyes and recalled old memories, then to your momentary confusion you found two sets of memories. Those faded and patchy that you knew were your original ones of Ashley tirades she could go on about, and a second set vivid and fresh of those same moments that diverged as Ashley looked as if she was within an inch of jump you.

Those moments of her berating were far shorter than your original which often were quelled by Fuji. Aki’s oldest daughter interceding protectively between you and Ashley diffusing the tension, a stunning younger image chipped off the block of her mother that oozed sex appeal who’d lounging stretching suggestively on your family's couch in expensive clothes and jewelry that cost as much as a new car.

Some memories of Ashley diverged completely, the time you’d when you’d walked in on Ashley’s in the bathroom on accident where your original was a glimpse of her naked body before she chased you out. The new Ashley blocked the door preventing you from leaving and launched into a scolding tirade, all the while making no effort to hide her naked glistening wet body from your roaming eyes as you tuned her out in favor of ogling her, the lively motions of her hands calling your attention to her chest and pussy.

And consulting your memories, you could remember that after that day whenever Ashley showered the door was left a crack open.

It was neat to know you did have memories of your old past and the notebooks ‘new’ one was a fascinating and racy interpretation of Ashley, you wondered if you couldn’t explore her a little more as your fingers began typing.

Hesitation gripped before you fired off the acceptance of Ashley’s offer, as the thought of what else you could do tonight struck you and you began to explore your other options first.

Beginning with a group text from one of your buddies from college Martin.

Martin: Hey man, if you aren’t too busy in paradise. How about we see if we can’t one up last years birthday bar hopping? Who’s with us!

James: Wait, your girlfriend forgave you for last year? Wish my girl would let me off that easy.

Martin: I’ve told her Mister lucky might crash at our place this time!

Heh, last year was wild, you and the guys had gotten completely wasted and at the end you’d woken up on Martin’s couch to a glorious sight.

His beautiful petite busty ginger girlfriend leaning over on the kitchen counter at just the right angle to leave her pristine heart-shaped little ass and pussy on display to your hungover eyes ignorant of her exposure, until your hammering skull reaped a groan of pain. Fortunately she was laid back about the whole thing toward you.

But boy, was she pissed at Martin about it since she hadn’t known you were crashing at their place at the time.

Good times.

You released the nostalgia and returned to reading the conversation.

Rich: Must have remembered to leave yourself a note with how you’d forget your own funeral without one. But, not sure I can make it, might be busy with my girlfriend today.

Yeah, you were the odd one out among your friends as the only single guy among your friend group as they’d all snagged amazing girls.

However, mere good times could be amazing times, just a few adjustments to wherever you guys go and have a night to never forget. Or. your perverse mind went to their girlfriends, Martin’s girlfriend especially had featured in a number of fantasies.

A retelling that glorious moment where instead of floundering in pain from the eye searing rays of the sun like a vampire. You instead came up behind her, running your hands up her derriere sliding under her camisole to grab her by the hips as you pressing your into her pink lower-lips that widened stretching her tight pussy to accommodate slowly slid your cock into her to a adulation surprised gasp.

It’s your birthday after all, why wouldn’t the guys be feeling generous and their girlfriends accepting to accommodating your birthday wish.

Speaking of generosity, your father came to mind next.

Nothing wrong with hanging out with your new number one wing-man willing to do anything or allow anything.

Oh, that gave you an idea as you typed up a text message.

You: Hey, dad. I’ve been thinking about something from chat this morning.

Dad: I’m here for you all the way. So lay out whatever is on mind sport.

Your lips tugged upward as he took the bait. Typing it all up, you couldn’t help feeling like you were holding a metaphoric laser-pointer to torment your father like a cat.

You: Well, I was thinking that it might be best to bareback it, but I remember you mentioning mom and my sisters. Is it alright that I do it raw with them? I’d kinda like to knock mom, Ashley and my sisters up, but is it really alright for me to do that?

There was a minute that past the symbol showing your father typing rapidly appeared, disappeared and quickly returned.

Dad: Son, when I said I wanted grandkids, I meant it. I’ll take them from any good woman, if you want to fuck your mother so hard you break our marriage beds to impregnated her or your sisters. Don’t sweat it, and do it! You can only make me a proud grandfather, and that with your sisters it means I’m getting grandkids from two of you in one go thrills me.

Another message followed.

Dad: However, don’t just look in the family! You’ve got to expand your horizons, let your eyes stray, never be content with one great set of tits and ass! It’s a shame Aki’s a lesbian, but her daughters are great catchs. Some looks from Fuji at you were totally ‘fuck me’ eyes and Ena’s always looked up to you like an older brother, how about making her see you as not a brother but a man. Like I said, knock‘em up tiger!

The surreal motivational speech of your father to get out and start knocking boots split your face so hard grinning it hurt. It was impossible not to push him to admit to pour out more of his desires.

You: Think we could trick mom? You get her ready for a fun night tie her up and blindfold her then we swap out letting me rock her world without her any the wiser?

Dad: Is that a special birthday night present your angling for there I’m hearing?

Your father’s response was nearly instantaneous as he pounced after the dot of the laser-pointer of your incestuous suggestions. It brought a palpable sense of power to you in how he didn’t hesitate in leaping at the chance to deceive his wife into being fucked by her own son.

You: Maybe, let me confirm my plans for tonight.

That brought you full circle back to who started this chain of thought with her birthday present.

As shown in the office, she’d bend backwards or her version of bending backwards to make it happen. Which drawing from your experience early would be proudly pulling her legs up so her ankles to her head and presenting her soaking wet pussy for you to fuck if that’s what it took.

You didn’t have to go on about daughter’s other than the glance at the nudes they’d sent to you and seeing the notification of new messages from both of them you thought it wouldn’t hurt to explore them as you looked at Fuji’s messages first.

Fuji: Make sure to treat yourself to a woman... or six this year, mom was so upset when she found out you’d only been cockteased last year. Wish I could be there today, alas show business calls with the premiere of my new movie tonight. But, if you want me. I’d take emergency leave in a heartbeat to render urgent sexual care. Though maybe entrance to the mile high club on mommy’s private jet might be more your speed. Oh, a little something for you tonight from a loving pet who’d love to go on a ‘walk’.

Following her message was a picture of her seated on the luxurious bed of a fancy hotel room, her voluptuous naked body framed artfully to draw the eye to her breasts, teasing peak of her pussy yet yielding the center of attention her playful smiling face slyly winking as the extended fingers of her elbow length silk gloved hand were blowing you a kiss from her luscious vibrant cherry red lips.

Her purple eyes inherited from her mother held an almost magical quality of their own to them, the light made them like precious gems that reflected her a sultry mischievous playfulness on their surface, that concealed a longing for you to be in that room with her that very moment.

Every second you stared at it, the area of your focus expanded taking more of the picture in exposing it as far more than a simple nude selfie, but a carefully constructed scene as more details popped out.

First was that it wasn’t a cellphone snap as both her arms were in the picture; in a mirror you could spy that the camera was in fact a sleek futuristic mini-drone hovering in the room.

Sparkling around her neck was a choker that linked together with an extravagantly gem studded clasp shaped as a pair of handcuffed hands in bondage offered in supplication with your initials imprinted on them. If that was not enough of a hint to her inclinations, then the dog collar and leash her other gloved hand rested on displayed your ownership by clearly spelling out her mother’s influence on her.

Taking in the intoxicating her calculated titillation made it so it was with **** that you swiped the picture away allowing you to release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you opened ‘your’ text conversation with Aki’s youngest daughter Ena that had ticked up its unread message count in your distraction.

Ena: Yo! Mom has me helping out working over the swim team for you, I’ve got some appetizers of what you’ll get. Oh! There a good one!

A picture of one of the girls from Aki’s projection bending over with her swimsuit halfway on showing off her lean athletic butt in her tight swimsuit bottoms.

Ena: Oh, oh man I can’t wait. It’s going to be so cool when you just came up behind her, grabbed her butt while jerking yourself off groping her like the rightful property she is then blow your load all over her! Then she’ll stutter or blush as your hot cum runs down her leg. It’s going to be AWESOME! I can't wait to see it.

Her fangirlish energy was so strong it felt like it emanated from your phone as her texts and pictures rolled in rapid fire succession, one picture at the tail end that popped in of her posing tugging at her tube top with a cheek to cheek with a topless girl caught your attention.

Aki’s youngest daughter looked like she’d jumped out of every tomboy fantasy, her blue hair was shorter than her sister or mother, her eyes shone with overflowing enthusiasm as she posed in her selfie throwing a cheeky salute with the other girl who was at ease despite her nudity. Her companion utterly ignorant of the fact this picture was given over to your roaming eyes to feast.

Ena’s chest was lovely modest handfuls that would fit in the palm of your hand compared to the massive pairs her mother and sister possessed, they were also the pedestal which a similar amulet as Aki possess rested, though it had clearly been modified. Her body was the sporty and toned form of a track and field athlete, the defined muscles of her stomach completing her tomboyish look. Your new memories nagged at you telling you that she was far, far faster, stronger and tougher than she looked.

Ena: Whatta think? I think she’d look cute with your cock in her mouth.

Shifting to the apps photo gallery candid shots of the girls changing rooms and other moments of nudity from slumber parties, sporting events and more, nearly all of them sent to you by Ena and older ones that had a professional photo shoot quality to them were from Fuji.

You: Do they know you’re sharing these?

Ena: Nope! And I can’t wait for them to understand your rightful ownership! Would make it so much easier to get good pictures, takes forever to get a good one. Urgh, why did Fuji have to be the artistic one. Wait! Are you doing your own thing again this year? I could come along as your date or as side entertainment if you want.

You: That you’re a high school girl wouldn’t be suspicious at all? Suuure.

It may not carry in text, but you tried to convey your driest unimpressed tone.

Ena: Nah, not a problem with my inventions, Mom’s always said I have a knack for the exotic and esoteric. Oh! I could show you all the stuff I’ve been working on that’s ready for in the field use and you’d have fun using.

Mulling it over from Aki’s tech in the office and what you’d read about, if Aki considered something exotic then it was sure to be interesting. There were certainly worse ways to spend a birthday than playing around with super-tech with a girl nerding out as she explaining whatever zany thing you could do with it.

You: I’ll think about it, I’ve got time left in my workday to mull over what I want to do.

Ena: Well whatever you chose, happy birthday!

On that cheery note you came to the final idea for the moment of how to celebrate your birthday.

Your new co-workers, a menagerie of sexy women of all body types and looks eager, willing and looking to give you any excuse for you to jerk off to them or fuck them. They covered every sexual fantasy related to schools, teachers or faculty you could imagine; that wasn’t a very short list.

Choices, choices you were spoiled with them as the birthday boy could have anything he wanted.