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Pete remembers being 24. How could she not? It was one of the craziest years of her life. At 24 they had released Take This To Your Grave, toured around the country, she time traveled for the first time, and got pregnant for the first time.
One of those things was less well known than the others.
What she’s saying is, Pete isn’t surprised in the year 2025 when her 24 year old self wakes her and Patrick up by screaming, because she’s already lived this before.
Pete opens her eyes, takes one look at the terrified girl on their bedroom floor, and instantly knows she’s in for an eventful few days.
“What the fuck?! Where am I?! Who are you weirdos and how did you get me here?!” Young Pete shrieks.
“Dude, shut the fuck up. You’re gonna wake my kids.” Pete grumbles.
She looks over to her husband, and Patrick looks like he’s seen a ghost. Probably because he never knew this was going to happen.
“Don’t tell me to shut up, you-you kidnapper!” Young Pete huffs.
Pete sits up and glares at her younger self. “Bitch, if I was going to kidnap anyone, it wouldn’t be myself!”
Young Pete gapes and seems to really look at her for the first time. Horror washes over young Pete’s face as Patrick seems to finally find his voice.
“Pete? What the fuck is going on?”
“Me, welcome to 2024. Patrick, you remember me from 2003, right?” Pete introduces them.
She isn’t shocked as more screaming hits her ears.
An hour later, they’re all sat at the dining room table. Joe and Marie just left with the kids, and Pete texted her oldest child, who’s away at college (damn, where had all the time gone?), and told him to stay at the dorms this weekend as an emergency has popped up. Her younger self is curled up in her chair, holding her cup of tea like someone’s going to steal it from her, and Patrick won’t stop staring.
“I can’t believe you knew this was going to happen and didn’t tell me.” Patrick says for what must be the hundredth time.
“Quit it, Trick. I already told you, where was the fun in warning you?” Pete says, dismissing her husband.
Patrick pouts, then turns to Young Pete all gentle. “Are you okay, Pete? Do you want more tea?”
Young Pete looks up, but she totally ignores Patrick. She looks straight at her older self. “What the fuck is going on?”
“You time traveled.” Pete says simply.
“Thanks, genius.” Her younger self snarks. “Feel like telling me how the fuck this happened?”
Pete shrugs. “I don’t know. I kinda stopped trying to figure it out after a few weeks.”
Her younger self narrows her eyes. “Why? This seems kind of important.”
She shrugs again. “More important stuff came up.” Like finding out she was pregnant with her oldest kid, Rowan.
Patrick’s eyes flick to her, realization dawning on his face. Pete has a hard time suppressing her smirk. She knows he’s gonna give her hell for hiding something as big as this, but that was part of the point. Patrick was always at his most fun when he was punishing her.
“If you’re really me-“
“I am. You can stop trying to pretend you aren’t checking me out. We turned out hot.” She interrupts.
Young Pete’s cheeks heat up, but she continues like she was never interrupted. “Why do we have kids? We weren’t supposed to do that!”
Pete rolls her eyes. “Ugh, I forgot how annoying I was.”
“Was?” Patrick snorts.
She gives him the finger. “Listen, the first time you get pregnant you’ll understand.”
“Doubtful.” The little shit mutters.
Pete glares at her. “You literally just saw three of your kids pile into Joe’s car!”
“Three of? Don’t tell me you have more!”
“We have four.” Patrick says with an amused smile.
Her younger self’s eyes widen. “But only three went with Joe!”
“He doesn’t live at home anymore.” Patrick explains. “He’s going to college now.”
Young Pete looks like she’s going to be sick. “But-but that means I’ll get pregnant soon!”
Pete wants to laugh. Her younger self has no idea just how soon, but Patrick knows now too and is struggling to hide his amusement.
“Like I said, you’ll want him the moment you find out you’re pregnant.” Pete says.
Young Pete’s eyes are wide and wild, glancing around the room for some sign this is all a cruel joke. Pete feels for her because she has been her, literally. They sit in painful silence for a while before Young Pete says “how do I get back?”
Now, all eyes are on her. Pete bites her bottom lip because how the hell is she supposed to say it? She has to tell her younger self that Pete’s current husband, the much older version of Young Pete’s secret love, needs to fuck her, maybe (probably) get her pregnant, and that Pete’s gotta convince her life is worth living, for her to go home.
“Well, there’s some stuff we have to do.” Pete says.
“No shit.” Young Pete mutters.
“Do you want my help or not?” Pete demands, glaring at her younger self.
Young Pete sighs and Pete’s maternal side fights to the front of her brain, making her want to collect the younger woman in her arms and soothe her. She remembers thinking she was so grown up but feeling so young and naive at this age. She remembers the years spent between shitty boyfriends, shitty girlfriends, and suicidal thoughts. She remembers how this trip forward in time probably (definitely) saved her life.
The girl in front of her does not look grown up. She looks like a kid playing grown up, which is how she felt at the time. Her short black hair is a mess, likely hasn’t been washed in a while to avoid having to straighten it. She’s got that raccoon look that comes from sleeping in your makeup, and she’s fidgeting with the ugly jacket she wishes hadn’t come with her from the early 2000’s.
For as much as seeing her old self throws her, she knows its worse for her young self. She’s got long blonde hair that’s been forced straight through the magic of chemicals. She doesn’t wear makeup at home anymore, unlike in Young Pete’s time when she wouldn’t even go to the kitchen without makeup on. She’s put on some weight, four kids does a lot to your body, and she’s got more tattoos than she did back then. Of course, Patrick looks much different than he did in 2003, too. His hair is longer, more reminiscent of how it was in 2005 than 2003. He’s got a beard now, something Patrick couldn’t do for years, and while he’s still got issues with his body, he carries his larger build with a gracefulness her younger self had never seen.
Pete remembers what a shock seeing them had been. She remembers how hot she found them both and the shame she felt from thinking that.
“I’m sorry.” Young Pete says finally. “I do want your help. Please.”
She reaches out across the table and takes Young Pete’s hands. “I’m going to help you. You’re me.”
“Since when have we ever helped ourselves?” Young Pete jokes.
Fuck, her heart aches for her past self. She doesn’t remember exactly what was happening in her life at this time. She knows it was shortly after her birthday, that they hadn’t been touring but getting ready to, and that she’d been seriously depressed. From her memories, she knows that she had been planning to kill herself. She had a plan and was writing her goodbye letters when she was thrown 21 years into the future. To know that the young girl in front of her wants to be gone that badly, it’s hard to not just throw her arms around Young Pete.
“We have for a while. It just takes time, therapy, people that love you, and sticking to your meds.” She says, giving her younger self a pointed look.
Young Pete glares. “Oh, don’t tell me you drank the fucking Kool-Aid. The meds suck!”
“Of course, taking meds sucks.” She huffs. “But they don’t work if you don’t fucking take them. Eventually we do find meds that work and don’t have side effects that make it not worth it.”
Young Pete looks skeptical. “Why should I believe you?”
“What’s the point in lying to you?” Pete asks. “What could I possibly get out of it?”
Young Pete looks down and her hand starts to tremble in Pete’s. She can feel her younger self start to pull her hand back, but Pete doesn’t let her. “When’s the last time you ate?”
Young Pete shrugs.
Patrick stands up, reminding them that he’s still in the room. “I’m gonna make us some breakfast.”
“You can cook?” Young Pete asks skeptically.
Patrick smiles, probably remembering 2003 when only Andy could cook. They’d mostly lived off takeout and leftovers from when they visited their families.
“Yeah. I learned when we had Rowan.” Patrick says, heading over to the kitchen.
“Who’s Rowan?” Young Pete whispers to her.
She smiles. “Our oldest.”
Young Pete stiffens. “Is… is Patrick the dad of all of our kids?”
This poor kid.
“Yeah, he is.” Pete says, looking fondly at her husband.
They have an open floor plan, so she can stare at Patrick’s ass as he bustles around the kitchen. Damn he looks good in those pants.
“So, we get with Patrick soon?” Young Pete asks hopefully.
She wants to grin, wants to tell herself that she’s gonna have Patrick’s dick in her in the next 48 hours. However, she’s sure that would just freak herself out. She remembers thinking she’d never get with Patrick, that she’d always be someone he saw as a sister. Coming here had been a mindfuck in a lot of ways for Pete 22 years ago. She learned that things she thought were fact were just her bullshit, that she had a future, a real one, and that maybe life was worth sticking around for.
Now, it’s her turn to make sure the Pete in front of her learns these things. It’s her turn to show Young Pete that she needs to stay.
“Yeah, we do.” Pete says softly.
“You aren’t gonna tell me about it?” Young Pete asks, frowning at her.
“And fuck up the time continuum? No thanks.”
Young Pete rolls her eyes but cracks a smile. They stay there, sitting in silence, holding hands while Patrick makes them breakfast. Things are pretty uneventful for a while. They have breakfast, Young Pete asks how their friends are doing, what happens with their careers, and any other question that pops into her head and they give vague answers. Eventually, Patrick sneaks off to their basement studio, leaving Pete alone with herself.
“So, what now?” Young Pete asks.
“I’m gonna have Joe bring the kids back.” Pete says.
Young Pete’s eyes widen and Pete swears she can smell her fear.
“What? Why would you do that?!” Young Pete shrieks.
“There’s something you need to see.” Pete says.
“What? That kids are gross and sticky?” Young Pete snaps.
Okay, fair. Kids are sticky and gross, but those are her gross, sticky kids, thank you very much.
“Just trust me.” Pete says.
Young Pete gives her a dirty look but doesn’t say anything else. Pete makes a call to Joe and fifteen minutes later, Joe is helping her bring the kids into the house. He stares at Young Pete like he can’t believe she’s real, and the ghost of herself is giving him the same look.
“I told you.” Pete says flatly.
“Still. It’s so fucking weird.” Joe mutters, handing over her youngest.
Clementine is three and the clingiest of all her children. She wants to be held every second of everyday. It’s hard to deny her children anything, but especially Clementine who looks so much like Patrick. She has Patrick’s eyes, mouth, and the same shade of hair. She’s a sweetheart for the most part but like everyone, she has her moments that make Pete want to rip her hair out.
“Hey sweetie, were you good for Uncle Joe?” Pete asks, placing Clementine on her hip with a practiced ease.
Clementine nods as she smushes herself against Pete. “Uh huh.”
Aspen and Griffin lose their patience and start vying for her attention too.
“No, she wasn’t. She threw a tantrum.” Aspen says.
Clementine pouts and Griffin rolls his eyes. Pete sets Clementine down on her feet and isn’t surprised when her youngest grabs her leg.
“Um, I’m gonna go.” Joe says awkwardly. “Lemme know if you need anything.”
“I will.” Pete assures him.
Joe smiles and then says goodbye to his honorary nieces and nephew. Her kids say goodbye to Joe before finally seeming to see Young Pete. Young Pete is as stiff as a board, looking at the kids with wide eyes.
“Mom, who’s that?” Aspen asks hesitantly, taking a step closer to her mother.
She knows the kids are a shock to Young Pete. Even though she knew about the kids and saw pictures around the house, seeing them in person is different. Aspen is her second oldest. She’s 15 and a beautiful young lady. Like all of her siblings, she has her dad’s mouth. She’s got Pete’s facial structure, eyes, hair, and unfortunately, her attitude. Griffin is 11, and a better mix of his parents features than his older sister. With light, curly hair, Patrick’s nose and mouth, Pete’s cheekbones and eyes, and his personality is so much like Patrick’s. Aspen and Griffin fight like cats and dogs, but she loves her kids regardless.
“This is my cousin, Peyton.” Pete says.
Young Pete wrinkles her nose at Pete using her real name. She doesn’t go by Peyton, hasn’t since Andrew dubbed her “Pete” when they were kids.
“You guys have the same name?” Aspen asks.
“Yeah, it’s a family name.” Pete says. It’s not a total lie.
Aspen nods. “Um, hi.” She says to the younger version of her mother.
“Hi.” Young Pete says softly. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Aspen,” she says proudly. “That’s Griffin and Clementine.”
Her annoyance of her siblings is audible in her voice and Young Pete cracks a smile.
“It’s nice to meet you guys.” She says with an awkward smile.
“Are you okay?” Griffin, her sweet boy, asks.
“Yeah, I’m just not used to kids. I don’t wanna fu- I mean screw it up.” Young Pete says.
Griffin breaks into giggles at Young Pete cursing and Aspen smiles.
“You can cuss in front of them. They’re used to it.” Pete says.
Young Pete relaxes. “Thank fuck. Ugh, I cuss too much to try not to.”
Pete smirks at her. “I know.”
The kids and Young Pete stare at each other until Aspen asks, “why are you here?”
“Pen! That’s rude!” Pete scolds.
Young Pete isn’t phased though. “Honestly? I don’t know.”
Aspen seems satisfied with that. “Mom, can I go play video games now?”
Griffin’s eyes light up. “Can we, Mom? Please?”
She rolls her eyes with a fond smile. “Yeah, go play. Peyton and I are gonna take Clem to the park.
“Ok. Love you!” Aspen says and the two older kids take off, leaving the two Pete’s with just Clementine.
“Park?” Clementine asks excitedly.
Pete smiles at her. “Yeah, sweetheart. We’re gonna go to the park. Peyton, why don’t you get Clem into her car seat?”
Young Pete’s eyes widen. “How do I do that?”
Pete smirks. “You’ll figure it out.”
She can hear her younger self cursing at her as she walks away. It’s hard to contain her laughter until she’s out of ear shot but somehow she manages. She goes straight to the studio, knowing that 9 times out of 10 Patrick will be there. As she walks down the stairs to the studio, she hears Griffin and Patrick talking. She quietly pokes her head into the room, not so subtly eavesdropping.
“-please, Dad?” Griffin asks, his voice sounds so much like hers when she would try to sucker her parents into something back in the day.
“You already have a drum kit, Griff. You don’t need another one.” Patrick says calmly.
Griffin pouts. “But these drums are way better than mine!”
“It’s also a lot more expensive.”
“You’re rich, why does it matter?” Griffin scoffs.
“Because it’s your mother and I’s money, not yours.” Patrick says sternly. “I’m not gonna have my kid being some spoiled brat. If you want a new drum kit, you’re going to work for it.”
There’s something about when Patrick parents their kids, especially stuff like this, that really does it for her. Her younger self would be horrified to know that Patrick being a good father is one of the many things that get them turned on these days, but what can she say?
Responsibility looks good on him.
Pete knocks on the wall, getting both of them to look at her. Griffin’s got a scowl on his face that is all his dad and the bitchy glares he gave her back in the early days of the band.
“Mom! Dad’s being a jerk!” Griffin whines.
Patrick gives her an exasperated look. “How is telling you that you need to work for it if you want a new drum kit being mean?”
“Because he’s a spoiled nepo baby,” Pete says easily.
“No I’m not!” Griffin gasps. “I’m not spoiled!”
Pete and Patrick's eyes meet, both trying and failing to contain their amusement. Griffin groans loudly.
“You two are the worst!” He yells and stomps up the stairs.
The couple is only able to hold it together a minute before breaking into snickers.
“God, he’s just like you back in the day,” Patrick says.
Pete laughs. “Yeah, but he’s better than I ever was.” She plops herself in her husband’s lap. “You getting any work done?”
“Always. What’s up?” He wraps a beefy arm around her and she slumps against him.
Patrick has always made her feel safe, even when he was a tiny beanpole, mostly because it’s always been an emotional thing more than a physical thing. However, after all their years together, she swears being in Patrick’s arms is the safest place on earth. She leans her head on his shoulder and smiles as he presses a kiss to her hairline.
“I’m taking young me and Clem to the park.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want to do? People might recognize her…” Patrick warns.
Pete shrugs. “Maybe, but no one recognized her when I came here.”
Patrick wrinkles up his nose. “That’s so weird. This whole thing is so weird. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this!”
Pete’s smile drops. She honestly thought about telling him more times than she can count. She’d always been afraid he was angry behind the scenes, but when she went through this Patrick hadn’t known.
“You didn’t know when I landed though. I was afraid I’d like break the time space continuum or some bullshit if I did,” she admits. “I wanted to tell you, I really did. I just didn’t want to ruin everything. This had been like finding out Santa was real and I thought if I told you, I’d lose it all.”
Patrick’s eyes get all big and sad. “Oh, Pete.”
He cups her face with his big, calloused hands and kisses her softly. She happily returns it, leaning closer to him, trying to deepen it, but he pulls back before she can.
“You’re never going to lose me. We could die and you’d still have me right here with you. You’re my other half, I'm not going anywhere.”
Her heart melts.
“It’s just like you to say some sweet shit like that before I have to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She kisses him goodbye than goes back upstairs. She fixes her outfit in the mirror than goes back out to the car, where her younger self is singing along to Black Sabbath on the radio with Clementine.
“Why didn’t you tell me the rugrat has good taste in music?” Young Pete demands the second she gets back into the car.
Pete grins. “She’s my kid, are you surprised she’s amazing?”
Young Pete’s jaw drops open, probably shocked that she just complimented herself, but she says nothing. Pete doesn’t wait for her to unscramble her brain, she turns on the car and drives them off to the park. Their neighborhood park is beautiful, with tons of playground equipment for the kids. It’s far cooler than the parks she went to growing up, and her kids all loved it.
“Mama out! Mama want out!” Clem starts yelling as they park.
“Almost, baby. You just gotta give me a second,” Pete says.
She can see Clementine pouting in the rear view mirror, but more importantly, so does Young Pete.
“How the hell is she so cute?” Young Pete whispers.
Pete doesn’t answer, it’s better not to.
It doesn’t take her long to park the car and get Clementine out of her car seat. It takes no time for her youngest to run off to the jungle gym, shouting happily. She looks back to Young Pete, watching her stare at Clementine like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
“Why don’t we sit down and talk for a bit? Then we can play with the rugrat,” Pete says.
Young Pete nods, following Pete over to her favorite park bench. They sit together, watching Clementine.
“Why did you take me here?” Young Pete asks softly.
“Because I want you to see what our life could be like. Not just the nice house and Patrick, you already have that-”
“I live in a shitty apartment and Patrick doesn’t see me as anything other than a friend.”
“Oh bitch, please. You could move back in with Mom and Dad at anytime. C’mon, our childhood home was practically a mansion. You’ve always had nice things.”
Young Pete rolls her eyes, but her cheeks go a little pink. “Whatever.”
“Anyway, as I was saying, this is the part you haven’t had before. Being a mom is hard, it’s fucking exhausting, but look at her. Isn’t she perfect?”
Young Pete is quiet for a minute, watching Clementine go down the slide happily.
“Yeah, she is.”
“That’s because she’s yours,” Pete says simply. “Kids are hard, can be a serious pain in the ass, but this is the moments that make it worth it. Getting to see them happy and carefree, the times where they acknowledge all you’ve done to give them a good life. Those are the moments that really make parenthood worth it.”
Young Pete nods slowly. “But we’re screw ups. We ruin everything we touch!”
“That’s not true,” Pete snaps. “I know things have been hard lately, but you have to stop letting other people tell you who you are.”
“If I need to stop letting other people tell me who I am, why should I listen to you?”
Pete looks at her like she’s stupid. “Because I’m you, dumbass.”
Young Pete blushes. “You’re a dick, you know that?”
“Well, you are what you eat.”
That gets a smile from Young Pete, but not much else. Pete looks over to where Clementine is running around and has an idea.
“C’mon, let’s play with her.” Pete says.
“Seriously?” Young Pete grumbles.
“Just do it!”
She grabs the younger woman’s hand and pulls her along to Clementine.
“Can we play too?” Pete asks her.
Clementine beams. “Yeah!”
They spend the next two hours running around the play ground, going up and down the jungle gym, taking turns going down the slide with Clementine, pushing her on the swing, and playing in the sandbox. Then, to top it off, Clementine demanded “Peyton” be the one to cuddle with her when she got tired and snuggly. The way Young Pete’s eyes widened when the little girl squished their cheeks together will live rent free in Pete’s head for years.
“Do I have to put her in the car seat?” Young Pete asks as they pack up. “Can’t she just sit in my lap?”
Pete knows she should say no, but she doesn’t. The pride that burns in her chest at watching her younger self fall in love with their daughter is addicting.
“Fine, but you better hold her tight.”
Young Pete nods seriously. By the time they pull up to the house, Clementine is asleep. Pete shows Young Pete Clementine’s bedroom, the pink bedroom full of toys and books, with a princess bed sitting proudly. Young Pete’s eyes were wild, drinking in everything like she’s trying memorize the room. It wouldn’t surprise Pete if she is. She remembers the awe, the way she had fallen in love with Clementine so quickly and wanted to stay with this child forever. Young Pete gently places Clementine in her bed and tucks her in.
Pete puts a gentle hand on her shoulder and leads her out of the room.
“How are you doing?” She asks softly.
“This is so weird,” Young Pete admits. “I just met her and I already love her. I… It’s like when I met Patrick. I was obsessed with him instantly and now…”
Pete nods in understanding. “Yeah, I get it. Trust me. It’s the way with each child you’ll have. It’s motherhood, dude. It’s fucking weird, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
Pete nods slowly.
“They make living worth it,” Pete says, giving her younger self a very knowing look. “Patrick, our kids, our friends. I know things are hard for you right now, but living is worth it. It’s always worth it. Look at the life we built. We’re so happy, Pete.”
Her hot whiskey eyes are bubbling with tears. Patrick once told her that she’s unfairly beautiful when she cries and now, she understands.
“How do I get here?” Young Pete chokes on a sob. “I want this. I want this so fucking bad. What do I need to do?”
Pete pulls the younger woman in for a tight hug. “You’re not gonna believe me.”
Young Pete laughs into her shoulder. “I’m twenty-two fucking years in the future, hugging myself, after tucking in my future daughter. It can’t get any more fucking weird.”
“Wanna bet?” Pete asks with a smirk.
“Hit me.”
“You’re gonna get pregnant while here.”
Young Pete pushes back, eyes wide and looking like she might throw up. “What? That’s not funny!”
“Who’s joking?”
“But… but you said Patrick is the dad of all of our kids!”
“He is.”
Watching herself figure it out is pretty damn amusing. More than she thought it would be.
“Like… like now?” Young Pete whispers.
“After dinner,” Pete says. “You’ll have fun, I promise. You like threesomes and trust me, you like Patrick’s dick.”
Young Pete’s cheeks flush bright red. “Wait, you too?”
“Of course me too. You think I’d give up the chance to fuck myself?” She jokes.
Young Pete snickers. “Okay, that’s fair. Uh, yeah. Let’s do it then.”
Getting through the rest of the day is both a breeze and a challenge. Knowing what’s going to happen tonight has her horny, thinking back on what she can recall, and rubbing her thighs together as discreetly as she can.
Watching her younger self interact with her older kids and get that sparkle in her eye fills her heart with joy and, of course, the family dinner is as fun and lively as it always is.
After dinner, the kids go off to do their own thing and they put Clementine to bed. As soon as the toddler is down, Young Pete is trying to urge them along to their room.
Patrick looks so amused. He pieced it together sometime during the day, she didn’t tell him but she thinks he knows that he almost definitely is going to get her pregnant. Sure, Young Pete is going to hook up with Young Patrick only a day or so after she gets back, but Pete still thinks this is why she came here.
“Alright, alright,” Patrick laughs as he finally lets Young Pete pull him to the bedroom. “So eager for it.”
Young Pete’s cheeks heat up. “Well, duh. I’ve wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you in 2001. I’m tired of waiting.”
Patrick smiles and looks over to Pete. “How are we doing this? Are you watching or joining us?”
“Joining, duh.” Pete throws her shirt off, smirking at them.
Young Pete stares at her. Her eyes are zeroed in on Pete’s tits. They aren’t as perky as they used to be, they sag more and have stretch marks from her four pregnancies, but her tits are still nice. They’re b-cups with dark pink nipples and scars from her nipple rings back in the day. Ones she knows young Pete still has.
“So beautiful,” Patrick sighs. He pulls her in for a kiss, hands instinctively cupping her little tits. “Even after all these years, you’re still gorgeous.”
Pete’s heart melts a little. She might be the poet between the two of them, but her husband has a way with words. She tugs at his shirt, grinning as he takes it off. His pale, freckled skin reminds her of the night sky and his fair body hair looks good on him. Patrick has always been gorgeous but the current version of her husband has always been the one she finds most sexy.
“Fuck, I need in on this,” Young Pete says before pushing her way in and kissing Patrick.
Patrick goes with it, turning his face towards her and capturing her chapped lips in a kiss. Young Pete sighs, putting her hands on Patrick’s chest and letting her twirl a finger in his chest hair. They make quite a sight, one that makes her pussy throb and remember how hot they look to her past self.
Pete takes off Young Pete’s shirt, watching Patrick’s eyes land on her pierced nipples. “Fuck.”
Young Pete blushes. “You like it?”
Patrick nods eagerly, leaning his head down to suck one in his mouth. She gasps, pushing her tits into Patrick’s face even more. Pete continues to strip herself, watching as Patrick’s hands roam her younger self’s body. His hands are demanding, roaming every square inch of her. He undoes her jeans, seemingly ignoring the little gasp. Pete helps pull down the skin tight jeans.
“If I knew I was gonna get laid I’d be wearing cuter panties…” Young Pete grumbles.
She’s in an old, comfortable pair of granny panties. They aren’t cute like the lingerie she knows her younger self hoped to seduce Patrick with, but neither of them care.
“Caring about that shit is for men pickier than Patrick.” Pete says.
Patrick chuckles but doesn’t disagree as he continues to strip the young woman in front of them. Once Young Pete is completely bare, Pete really takes in her appearance. Her cellulite, stretch marks, lots of tattoos and even scars are missing. It feels like looking at an incomplete painting and knowing all the details already.
“Haven’t seen this in a long time,” Patrick says softly, finger lingering on where her c-section scar will be one day.
“Still hot?” Young Pete asks hopefully.
Patrick’s eyes soften. “Oh Pete. You’ve always been gorgeous, of course you’re still hot.”
Young Pete blushes. “I just… I didn’t think you liked me.”
Patrick laughs. “Really? I thought it was obvious that I was in love with you? Andy said I was eye fucking you all the time.”
Young Pete’s lips tilt up. “Good. I’ve always wanted you.”
Patrick smiles and kisses her again. This one is more tender and loving, making Pete feel sentimental. Patrick pulls away and continues stripping, prompting Pete to quickly take off her clothes and dump them in the hamper.
“Fine,” Young Pete sighs. “Pete, do you wanna be involved?”
Pete smacks a kiss to her lips instead of answer. The two women make out for a moment before turning to Patrick. It doesn’t take long for all three of them to be naked, making out in bed. It’s sloppy, it’s disgusting, and it makes Pete so fucking wet.
Patrick must be getting worked up because he pushes Young Pete down and climbs between her legs. Pete’s close enough to hear the young woman’s breath hitch as Patrick kisses down her body. Young Pete’s waxed everywhere and it makes Pete wrinkle her nose. She can’t believe she used to do that and she’s so glad she doesn’t anymore.
Patrick spreads Young Pete’s legs further and dives right in. One of Pete’s favorite things about her sex life is how much oral she gets. Patrick loves her pussy, loves her large pussy lips and her shy little clit. He loves making her cum again and again, and she knows her younger self isn’t used to men like that.
“Fuck,” gasps Young Pete as Patrick sucks on her clit.
“Fuckin’ love how you taste…” Patrick mumbles before sucking harshly on her clit again.
Pete watches greedily, her pussy drooling hungrily as she watches her young self experience her husband’s head game for the first time.
“I know, he’s so good with his mouth. You’ve got so many orgasms in your future,” Pete snickers, lazily playing with her counter part’s nipples.
“If I’d known he was this into eating pussy I would have jumped him years ago.” Young Pete groans.
Patrick hums loudly, making Young Pete gasp. He’s got two thick fingers in her and Pete’s pussy clenches in jealousy. Her husband’s talented in many areas of his life, and his ability to finger fuck her is no different. It doesn’t hurt that he knows her body like the back of his hand.
“Oh my god! That’s- Trick! Trick, that’s my g-spot,” she cries.
If Patrick’s tongue wasn’t busy coaxing Young Pete towards orgasm, he’d be smirking. Hell, she isn’t convinced he isn’t smirking. Pete pinches her pierced nipple, watching those hot whiskey eyes roll back.
“No wonder you’re always making me cum, Trick. I look hot like this,” Pete says.
Young Pete’s too lost in her own pleasure to dignify it with a response. Watching Young Pete speed towards orgasm is making her jealous, so Pete sticks her hand between her legs. She slips two fingers into herself but her fingers are too short, too thin. Her pussy is used to Patrick’s calloused fingers and their knowledge. It’s not enough.
“Trick, I need attention too,” Pete pouts.
Patrick laughs breathlessly, making Young Pete gasp. He pulls away, face drenched in her juices and goes right for Pete. He’s got his tongue inside of her before she can even get into a comfortable position. She sighs happily, ignoring the younger woman’s pout. Patrick’s still got his fingers in the younger woman, it’s not like she’s being totally deprived. It’s easy to get lost in the pleasure, in the sensation of his thick lips and hot tongue. The sound of wet pussy and moaning is the hottest sounds she’s ever heard.
When Young Pete cums, it makes her cunt clench. The girl next to her is gasping, moaning, back arching and gasping out “Trick” like it’s the only word she knows. As the girl next to her comes down from her high, Patrick’s wet fingers switch over to her. It’s exactly what she needs, thick and perfect.
It doesn’t take long for her to tip over the edge.
Patrick is still hard and needy.
“Poor baby,” she coos. “You need a nice hot cunt to fuck don’t you.”
Patrick looks at Young Pete and lays down on his back. He pats his lap. “C’mon, I want you on top.”
Young Pete scrambles towards Patrick, the want in her eyes making her look like a predator. She can remember it so clearly, how badly she wanted him. She watches Young Pete straddle Patrick, greedily lining up her husband’s long, thick cock with her leaking cunt and sinking down on it. Her breath hitches and Pete rushes to her side. She puts her head in the crook of the other woman’s neck.
“You can do it, just take it slowly. It’s a stretch but fuck you’re gonna love it. There won’t ever be another cock for you. No one else will satisfy you,” she purrs.
Both Patrick and Young Pete moan. The other woman slowly works her way down the monster cock inside of her while Patrick breathes heavily.
“Fuck, you’re strangling my dick,” Patrick groans. “Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”
Young Pete looks like she might hit him. “You pull out and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”
Pete giggles. “She just wasn’t prepped enough, Trick. Give her time.”
It takes a few minutes but finally, Patrick bottoms out. Young Pete’s hair is starting to curl from all the sweating. She’s glowing, the sweat on her perky little tits making her look like something out of a painting.
Is this what she looks like now? Is she that beautiful still? Is this what Patrick sees when they fuck? Damn, she hopes so.
“He’s so big,” Young Pete whimpers.
Patrick groans. “You don’t need to say that. My ego doesn’t need stroking.”
Pete smirks. “No, but your dick does.”
He rolls his eyes but the girls are already snickering at him. Patrick’s eyes flutter close at the feeling of the other woman’s cunt fluttering around him.
She came so recently, that she almost considers not touching herself, but it’s hard not to. She slips her hand back between her thighs and starts rubbing her clit.
Young Pete watches as she starts to move, slowly rolling her hips. “Can we change positions? I wanna taste you.”
Pete moans, nodding furiously. “Of course you can.”
They have to reposition with Pete on her back and Young Pete between her legs on her hands and knees. Patrick kneels behind her, lining up as Young Pete licks hesitantly at Pete’s slit.
“It’s okay, baby. It won’t bite.” she teases.
“God, am I always this insufferable? No wonder everyone hates me.”
“No one hates you,” Patrick says firmly, then slams into her to end the argument before it starts.
Young Pete yelps, head falling down into Pete’s pussy again. If Young Pete was considering not returning to eating her out, it never shows. She gets right back to it, lapping and swirling her tongue. It doesn’t take her long to start sucking on Pete’s clit like it’s a dick. Patrick’s pounding into her from behind. She can tell it’s hard and deep by the way Young Pete’s thighs shake and eyes roll back.
“You should see her face, Trick.” Pete can’t look away. “You’re fucking her so good. I can hear it, hear her greedy pussy taking your dick. Fuck her harder, make her take it.”
Patrick doesn’t hesitate, just adjusts her legs and starts thrusting faster. Young Pete is whining into her pussy like a whore. It’s the best porn she’s ever seen and she couldn’t be quiet if she tried. However, she wants all of them to be enjoying themselves as much as she is. So, she goes for Patrick’s weakness: his breeding kink.
“Fucking breed her,” Pete eggs him on. “Fill her full of your cum. Get her nice and full of your cum. Do it. Mark her as yours forever.”
“I’m gonna,” Patrick warns. “Gonna fucking fill her with my cum. Knock her up. You’re excited aren’t you? You can’t wait to carry my baby, like the eager slut you are.”
It’s true, Pete can remember the emotions easily.
Young Pete pulls away from her counter part’s pussy but slips three fingers into her so she doesn’t feel too neglected.
“Yeah, Trick. I’m your slut. Yours forever,” she says.
Patrick brings his hand down and smacks her ass. Pete’s pussy clenches as Young Pete cries out.
“Oh my god!” She gasps.
“Fucking take it,” he growls. “Take it, take my cum. Take it all. You wanna be my slut? My girl? You’re gonna have my baby. Prove you deserve it.”
Patrick truly has her number. The breeding kink, the need to prove herself, the humiliation and degradation. She’s so glad she never settled. It means she gets fucked just right whenever she needs it.
“Show him what a good whore we are,” Pete urges. “Show him how badly we need to be his.”
Young Pete is fucking herself back on Patrick’s dick like her life will end if she doesn’t get a cream pie.
“Trick, please. I need it,” she whines. “Need your cum, need your baby!”
Patrick moans, smacking her ass. “It’s coming, Panda. I promise.”
Young Pete dives back into Pete’s pussy, licking and slurping, swirling her tongue and doing everything she can to get the older woman over the edge. Pete’s had threesomes before, hell she’s had a few recently, but none have been as hot as this.
Her thighs clamp down around the younger girl’s head just as Patrick reaches around to start rubbing at Young Pete’s clit. The younger woman yowls into her pussy and suddenly, Pete’s cumming.
Her back arches, thighs quivering, gasping like a fish. It’s the hardest orgasm she’s had in a while.
Young Pete licks her through it, and soon Pete is laying there, watching her husband fuck her younger self. She feels like she’s floating on cloud nine. She can see everything, the way her thighs ripple when Patrick pounds into her, the sweat dripping down Patrick’s face.
The best part is Young Pete face, though. Her mouth is hanging open, drool dripping down to her chin, her pink tongue that must still taste like her slick is hanging out. Pete surges forward and captures her lips in a kiss.
She was right, the other girl’s mouth still tastes like her pussy. It’s so hot, so erotic. It must be for everyone else too because Young Pete whines loudly into the kiss and begins to shake. Pete holds her, still kissing the other woman’s slack mouth. Only a few moments later, Patrick follows her over the edge.
“Fuck! Pete!” Patrick’s thrusts look sloppy even from here but they look hard and needy. It’s enough to make Pete jealous.
Slowly, they come back to themselves. She can practically see the gears turning in Young Pete’s head as Patrick pulls out and the girl flops down next to her.
“You did it, you came in me,” Young Pete whispers. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
Patrick smiles, trying to join them in laying against the pillows. Pete scoots over and drags her husband down next to her. She curls up to his soft hairy chest and watches as her counter part does the same.
For a while it’s quiet, peaceful, and then the girl in their bed is gone.
“Holy shit!” Patrick cries.
But Pete isn’t worried, because she remembers it. She remembers returning home and finding Patrick and confessing her feelings. She knows that it turned out good in the end, because here she is.
“That was surreal,” Patrick says, looking at her. “How was it for you?”
“Like seeing an old friend,” Pete says and to her shock, she means it.
Patrick nods, gently rubbing her scalp. "It was nice to see you like that again, you know?”
She does, she gets it more than she wants him to know. “Yeah. It’s kind of a mindfuck though.”
Her younger self is scrambling right now, but she knows it’ll turn out okay. She looks at her husband and thinks of how fortunate she is. None of this would have been possible without the time travel. She’s never been more grateful.