Amorous Goods: Time Does Stand Still at Christmas

An old watch and a demon can really screw up a family.

Based on a post by ShowTime8. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Prologue:

A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

Debbie hunched over the wheel of her Saturn. The wipers flashed back and forth, back and forth, back and forth; It was a perfect day to drive back to her dad's house. Dark, gloomy, the chance of snow - just awful. She didn't want to go back, but she really had no choice. College was over, but no job offers had come her way.

She had been so happy leaving home for college. Her dad had remarried after a particularly nasty divorce. Deb was happy for him, but she didn't really like her stepmom and absolutely detested her new stepbrother. He was everything she wasn't. Good looking, popular, and had a baseball scholarship to a major college. She was plain, overlooked, and had struggled to get into a reasonably successful minor college.

John was four years younger than Debbie but made her life hell. And naturally, his mom took his side. Her dad could see what was happening but tried to walk a delicate tightrope between the two families.

"I know it's hard for you, but try to get along with Johnny. He's only sixteen. He'll grow out of it." Brian, her dad, said in the early days of the invasion. He tried to soothe his daughter, but Debbie knew the type of asshole her stepbrother was. Six years later, nothing had changed.

And now she was going back to that hell hole. What was worse - if it could get worse, was her dad wasn't going to be there for the first couple of days. She was going to have to deal with the Johnny and Janey show by herself. She shuddered at the thought. Deb had looked for any other alternative, but she didn't have the friends or funds to stay away. Money for gas and a cheap meal or two was about it. Not even enough to buy her dad a Christmas card. She hoped a couple of applications she'd made to local businesses would yield something soon. Anything.

"Why does my life suck so much?" she rhetorically asked the world. A thought drifted into her head suggesting she was cursed. She told it to fuck off. She may be a Graphic Arts major, but she didn't believe in curses. Bad luck, poor choices, wrong genes, but not curses.

Rain. Heading towards sleet. Her stomach growled angrily at the remains of the early winter storm thumping the North East. She looked at the clock on the dashboard and calculated the time left to get home, then her finances. She figured she had enough for a cheeseburger and a decent coffee. Right on cue, the ubiquitous yellow and red burger sign appeared on the highway, so she pulled into the car park. Deb thought about just getting drive-through, but the need to pee was suddenly strong.

"Fine," she muttered, getting out of the car and slamming the door. "Let's eat a limp burger with a bunch of snotty teens pretending this is a cool place to hang out."

She ran to the door and looked for the bathroom. Nobody looked at her. That was normal. After finishing she ordered her meal and sat in a corner booth. The burger was average but the coffee was surprisingly good. She settled back and picked up a discarded local paper someone had left behind and started flicking through it. Debbie wasn't really interested in the news, but the composition was different from most current newspapers. It was set in a very unusual 1930's style - so odd she checked the date to make sure it wasn't out of a museum.

The date was current. Deb figured it was a marketing ploy to make it stand out from the rapidly dwindling competition, and kept flicking the pages. She stopped when she got to the classifieds and a small ad caught her eye.

Amorous Goods

Curios from Around the World

Open most days

12 - 8 pm

Deb shrugged and turned the page, but her mind didn't want to leave. She turned back to the advertisement and looked up the address using the free Wi-Fi. It wasn't too far away, and more importantly, visiting the store gave her an excuse to stay away from the JJ shitstorm a bit longer.

Memories of her actual family on vacation visiting antique stores came flooding back. Her dad loved old timepieces and Japanese art, while her mom loved porcelain animals. Deb was just fascinated by anything old and unusual. She finished her coffee, picked up the paper and quickly walked to the car. Mercifully the rain had tapered off to a mere drizzle.

She checked the address again on her phone and drove off. A short time later she parked outside an old mansion that had seen better days. In the gloom, it looked downright spooky. It seemed an odd place for an antique store, but Deb assumed it was part of a small business complex in the old building. The upkeep on a building this size would be horrendous.

Deb walked up the path and through the front door. The place looked so familiar, like many stores she had visited before. Glass cabinets filled with small items, miscellaneous furniture placed randomly on the floor and shelving around the walls with beautiful copperplate script notes generally describing the items on them.

"Good evening Miss, welcome to Amorous Goods. Can I help you with anything?"

She turned around from admiring a small Japanese woodblock print on a shelf and smiled at the speaker. "Hi, I'm just looking thanks. You have some wonderful items here, though. Like this print. I'd swear it was by Katsushika Hokusai, but he didn't do paintings of people in, umm, such intimate poses."

The man chuckled, "You have a very good eye, Miss. It is actually a Hokusai. The builder of this collection," he said, sweeping his arm and pointing at the room, "had a knack of finding highly unusual and rare pieces that had an erotic connection. Hence the name of the store."

He carefully picked up the print. "Vikki, my co-owner, believes this is one of three still in existence. How did you know what it was?"

Deb shrugged. "My dad loves Japanese art. He has some reproduction Hokusai prints, but so many books on him. I'd love to get a real one for his Christmas present, but I think that one would be way out of my price range."

"You're a nice daughter. What's your price range? Maybe there's something else we have."

"I doubt it. My budget is extremely low. Like non-existent."

"Oh. Well, there's no harm in you having a look around. You may see something you like, and we could hold it for you for a short time."

"Thanks, Mr.; I'd love to see what else you have."

"Dylan, just Dylan will be fine. So Japanese; There's a few items that may interest you."

Dylan walked around the shop, picking up items and describing them to Deb. She was amazed at the range of goods and Dylan's knowledge of each item. As he mentioned, each one seemed to have an erotic element somewhere in it's past. Even the razor sharp katana had been used by the Samurai protecting the virginity of the Emperor's daughter. It apparently had been quite successful in defending her honor. It was all fantastic, but nothing she could ever hope to afford.

Finally, Dylan stopped at a glass cabinet and picked up a large pocket watch with a felt cloth. He held it in his palm and passed it to Deb. "This is interesting. It's a Japanese pocket watch combined with a stopwatch. It's not that old, probably late 1960's, and is plated silver. The note with it said it was a prop in some early 70's; questionable movies. Unfortunately, we can't confirm its provenance so we're selling it at the typical price for such an item."

Debbie took the watch and carefully looked at it. The face was a painting of two Geishas attending a Samurai warrior. Around the edge of the face was kana script, so small it was barely legible. On the rear was a larger kanji engraving, which she roughly translated as 'Time will stop, but love is forever.'

"That's beautiful," she said quietly, "I've never seen something like that before. And the kanji. What a nice present." She shook her head. Holding the watch seemed to fill her with an unusual warmth. Just a flash, then it was gone. She handed it back to Dylan, who picked it up in the cloth again. "I probably can't afford it either, but I'm interested in its history. What movies was it supposed to be in? I may have watched them."

Dylan chuckled. "Possibly. I don't judge people's tastes. Some of them were 'Otoko wa tetsudō de jikan o teishi shimasu, Otoko wa taiikukan de jikan o teishi shimasu, Otoko wa jikanwotomete sararīman to sekkusu;�

Deb blinked at the last title. "Man stops time and has sex with office worker? Really?"

"Yes, I did say they were questionable movies. They were early Japanese reality pornography, the first in this particular genre. The premise was the male character had a watch that could stop time for anyone around him, and he would carry out sexual acts on them. It spawned a huge number of copycat movies, but this was supposed to be unscripted, real-life acts."

"Really? That's creepy." She looked at the watch again. "How much is it?" Deb asked. She didn't really like the tale, but the watch itself was something her dad would really appreciate.

"We have it at $85, mainly because of its age." Dylan shuffled his feet and looked at Deb hard. "Tell you what. Vikki prefers to see our special items go to those who will appreciate them. I think you would. I'll cut the price to $50, and how about we work out a modified layaway plan so you can take it home tonight? Consider it a Christmas present from us."

"Wow. Really? That would be awesome."

Dylan smiled and went behind the sales counter. He took down Deb's details and carefully placed the watch in a cloth lined box, then handed it to her. "Here you are. Be careful with it. It's completely sealed, and we can't figure out how to open the mechanism. Also, try and avoid touching it with your bare skin. It will react to your touch."

"What, like the plating will tarnish?" Debbie asked, taking the box.

"Something like that. Thanks for visiting Amorous Goods, and please drop by again. Have a Merry Christmas."

Debbie smiled broadly at Dylan, waved and walked back to her car. The rain had stopped and the sky had started to clear. Things were slightly better than they were; a couple of hours ago! She gasped as she looked at the time. Nearly two hours had flown by. On one hand, she enjoyed being guided around the store, but on the other, it was going to make a very late arrival home. She started the car and headed away from the old mansion. In the rearview mirror she caught a glimpse of the old building. It appeared to swell slightly, then shrink back. Almost like it had drawn a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

'I need some sleep,' she thought, shaking her head.

Two hours later she pulled into her familiar driveway. As expected, her dad's car wasn't there. Dipshit's Silverado truck wasn't there either. Debbie figured he'd gone out partying again with his college buddies or his cheerleading girlfriend. A lone light was on in the lounge. She hoped Jane was just being nice and left it on after going to bed, but a flicker of light from the TV put paid to that hope. Sighing, she grabbed her bag off the back seat and walked inside.

"Hi Jane, how are you?" she said in a monotone to the pneumatic blonde lying on the couch. Deb grudgingly had to admit, her stepmom looked pretty good for her age. There was enough of her dad's money going into gym classes and other "therapy" to hold her looks to the early-40's. Debbie didn't like it, but she really couldn't say anything. Just go with the flow, like she always did.

"Hi Deborah. Good to see you safe. I was starting to get worried," Jane replied, not taking her eyes off the TV. Deb gritted her teeth at being called 'Deborah'. Nobody had called her that unless she was in trouble, and Janey knew it. It was one of the small passive aggressive things the two assholes did to annoy her.

"Yeah, the rain was coming down pretty hard out east so I stopped for a while to let it blow over. I'm pretty tired, so I'll see you in the morning."

"Sure Deborah. I'll be at Pilates at six, but you know where everything is. Johnny's out with Cindy. He may be back tonight." Janey turned to look at Deb for the first time that night. "How's your college cheering team? Are you doing okay?"

"We're fine. We came second in the Regionals," Deb replied.

"That's nice. Good night." said Janey and turned back to watch 'The Real Housewives of Debbie Didn't Give a Shit Where.'

Another needle. She had enjoyed gymnastics and cheering as a young girl, but then her body conspired against that. By the time she was into puberty, it was obvious her body was going to be shaped like a brick. She was still reasonably athletic and was selected to be on the base of her High School cheer squad because of her strength. Again, she was average and never saw more trophies than the Regionals. That carried through to College.

She lightly ran up the stairs and into her room. She was happy to see nothing had changed. The thought had gone through her mind that her stuff would have been tossed out and the room used for another area for John to infect.

"Oh, fuck. Why is everything so shit?" she asked no one, tossing her bag onto the bed and sitting down. Sighing, she closed her eyes and fell back. Deb was just starting to doze off when a weight landed on her chest and a series of small needles started pressing into one side, then the other.

She smiled and opened her eyes to see a pair of yellow feline ones looking back at her. "Hello Sebastian," she said to the black cat. "Nice to see you."

Seb had come with the two J's, but he'd actually taken a shine to Debbie. Janey thought it strange as Seb usually avoided people he didn't know. Deb scratched him behind an ear, and the cat started purring loudly in response. "Well, I knew you'd be happy to see me."

Deb sat up and caught a glimpse of the box her watch had been packed in. She dropped Seb off her lap and grabbed the box. The cat looked impassively at her, then started cleaning himself.

"Don't shed too much hair on my bed," she laughed and opened the box. Looking closely at the face, she noticed that the Samurai appeared to have his hand deep under one of the Geisha's kimono, but the woman didn't have any reaction on her face. She hadn't noticed that before.

"Huh, strange drawing. I guess it fits with the story though. Nice touch," she said to the cat, who ignored her. She tipped the watch onto her palm and closely examined the case. Dylan was right. It looked completely sealed. She turned it over and closely examined the script around the face under her bedside light. It was definitely Japanese, but it was beyond her basic knowledge of the language.

"Well, let's see if it works. Guess I wind it up with the crown." Seb looked at her, then started chewing on his front paw.

"Tasty?" Deb laughed as she wound the watch. She could feel the mechanism click under her fingers and the small second hand started to sweep around the smaller dial on the face, a barely audible tick coming from the case. A slight warmth went through her fingers and disappeared.

"Well, that's pretty awesome. Dad will love this. Guess I'd better check the stopwatch function." Seb had stopped chewing his paw and had started cleaning himself again. One rear leg was in the air, and his tongue busy licking the inside. He looked up at Deb, then continued his work.

Deb looked at the two buttons either side of the crown knob. One was probably the start and the other to stop the timer. She tapped the left button and a large needle started circling the face. She grinned at the watch, then looked over at Sebastian. He had stopped cleaning himself, his leg high in the air and tongue hanging out.

"Seb? You okay? Sebastian?" She poked the cat with a finger, and Seb didn't react. Worried, she looked closer at him. He looked okay. Moving her face close to his nose she thought she could feel a shallow breath.

"Well, that's a relief. What happened?" She looked at the warm feeling watch in her hand, and a sense of dread came over her.

"No; That's impossible; Nothing could stop; Fuck. Wow." She pressed the other button and Seb resumed his ablutions, completely unaware that he had been frozen in time. Deb tapped the start button again and Sebastian froze again. She carefully pulled his tail and straightened it out. She was surprised to see he was still supple. Just to make sure, she pushed his upper leg down flat and gently tilted his head back. Seb moved in the direction she pushed with minimal resistance. Deb pushed the other button and the cat licked the air.

Sebastian looked around with a confused look and jumped to his feet. He glared at Deb, flicked his tail in disgust and stalked out of the room.

Deb suppressed a chuckle at the indignant cat who obviously guessed she was to blame for his air lick. "Sorry Seb, but I need to check something."

She tapped the stop time button and Seb paused mid-step. Deb quietly walked to the top of the stairs, bending down to scratch him behind the ear as she walked by. Looking down, she peered at her stepmom to see if there was any movement. The TV still was on, but she couldn't tell if Jane was frozen or just asleep. Finally, Jane coughed and shuffled on the couch.

"Hmmm, so there's a limit. More than ten feet, less than fifty. Oh, sorry Seb." Deb tapped the go button and the cat started walking again.

"This is unbelievable. How could this work? Wow. Just. Mmmm. Maybe those movies were real. Huh."

She pulled out her laptop and searched for the titles Dylan mentioned. They were exactly as he had described. They were all fairly short and followed a similar format. A wobbly handheld camera panned around, then focused on a particular woman wearing a short skirt. The cameraman followed her until she was alone, then there was a shot of the watch Deb had bought and a finger hitting the pause button. The scene cut and changed as if the camera was now mounted on a tripod.

A hooded man walked up to the now still woman and ran his hand up her leg and over her butt. He then pushed a hand down her shirt and roughly grabbed her boobs and slobbered over her mouth. The man bent her over and pushed a finger under her panties and roughly finger fucked the woman. Finally, he pushed his pixelated cock into her pussy and rapidly fucked her, pulling out and shooting his load over the back of her skirt. The hooded man tidied up his victim and the final scene was of the confused woman looking around and feeling her bits where she had been assaulted.

Deb thought the movie was both repulsive and amazing. She found others in the series and watched them through. The later, much better video quality movies had two men fucking multiple women who were frozen. Deb got the impression that the second man was outside the initial 'time bubble' and could move freely through it once it had been set.

"I don't think I'd better give this to dad," she said to Sebastian, who had come back for another scratch. "But I'm going to check this out a bit more. Tomorrow." She placed the watch back in its box and closed her door. Seb looked at her. "I know, you don't like the basement. You can sleep here tonight."

She stripped down to her panties and a tee and jumped into bed. All things considered, it was nice to be home in her own bed again.

"Night, puss cat."

Deb woke up to someone pounding on her door. She momentarily was lost, then realized it was Johnny.

"Hi Debbie do, how are you? Just saying hello to my really big sister; Hello? Aren't you going to give me a bear hug?"

"And it starts;� sighed Deb, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She started to stand when she saw the watch.

"Now, this could be fun." She picked up the watch and tapped the time stop button just after John's hand had hit the door. The pounding and yelling immediately ceased.

"Sorry again Seb," she said to the now still cat.

Opening her door, she was confronted with her stepbrother. His mouth was open and his open hand was pulled back ready to slap the door again. She turned on the light and looked closely at him. He was definitely breathing, but very slow and shallow. Deb checked his pulse. Also faint, and very slow. She thought it was more like hibernation than freezing.

"You are a handsome asshole, aren't you Johnny? No wonder you get the top cheerleaders like Cindy. Never look at the ones on the base. Now, let's see what we can do."

She looked at his raised hand and smiled. "That'll work."

Deb closed her door and got back into bed. She pushed what she now thought of as the go button.

"De; Ow! My nose! What the fuck? Ow!"

"Night Seb."

The following morning Deb was sitting at the kitchen table with coffee and toast, reading the job classifieds on her phone. Janey had come back from her class and was standing at the kitchen sink tidying up when her son stomped in. Deb suppressed a chuckle at his red nose and blackening eye.

"Morning John," she said civilly, getting a grunt in return.

"Hi Johnny, I didn't hear you come in last night. How's my baby b; What happened? Did you get into a fight?" Jane had turned towards her son, and her face went from a smile to concern seeing the damage.

"It's nothing mom. A couple of guys tried to hit on Cindy, so I had to defend her honor."

Deb nearly spat out her coffee laughing. John glared at her and went to get his breakfast.

"Are you sure? I'll get you some ice. Aren't you such a white knight? Did you call the Police?"

"Nah, it's fine. They ran away, and I don't think we'll see them again. Look, I'll just grab a juice and hit the gym."

"No, you need something decent to eat. I'll make you some waffles after I get the ice."

Jane was bent over the bottom freezer rummaging around for some ice cubes. Dogbutt reached around her to grab the Orange juice out of the fridge. A slow smile spread across Deb's face and she tapped the stop button on the watch in her hoodie's pocket. She got up and walked across to the pair, looking into the fridge and freezer.

"So," she said to her stepbrother, poking him in the ribs, "you were protecting that blond slut's honor? Aren't you the Romeo?"

She turned to Jane. "Cold enough? Looks like the silicone is getting a bit frosty." Deb pushed the back of her hand against Jane's tit and laughed as it slowly swung. She wasn't surprised her stepmom wasn't wearing a bra after her shower. Jane was a bit of an attention whore, even at home.

"Let's do a bit more experimenting." Deb pushed her stepmom's shirt up, exposing her tits to the frosty air rising from the freezer. She knelt down and looked at Jane's slowly hardening nipples. "Wow. How does this watch thing work?"

Deb pinched a nipple and rolled it in her fingers. There was absolutely no reaction from Jane, apart from the nub getting harder. Feeling bolder, but a bit weird about playing with another woman's boobs, she squeezed the nipple hard and stretched it down as far as she could pull. Further, further, until it started to slip out of her grip. She relaxed slightly, then roughly twisted the nipple a full half turn. Nothing, apart from the long brown pokie demanding more attention.

Deb stood up and was about to pull her stepmom's top back down, then decided to leave it. She looked thoughtfully at John. "Ok, so what about you? What can we get the golden boy to do?"

She looked at the relative positions of her stepfamily and considered the various options. Tit grabbing, cock watching; She settled for moving John's hand onto his mom's ass cheek. "Subtle, but creepy. It really suits you, Johnny Applebrain."

She sat back in her chair and tried to recreate the position she was in before she froze the pair. Sebastian walked in and sat down. That answered one question. Only living things in the bubble when the stop button was pressed were affected. Apart from the watch holder.

On instinct, Deb took a photo of the scene, then tapped the go button. John grabbed the juice, unaware his other hand was grabbing his mom's ass.

Jane noticed though and yelled, "John Anthony, why are you holding my butt. And why are my boobs exposed? You little pervert! How did you do that?"

"What? Mom? I; I don't know. I didn't;�

"Get Your Hand Off Me Now!"

"Yeah, sure. Sorry mom. But I swear I didn't do anything!"

Jane stood up and her son's eyes dropped to her still bare tits. "You little shit. Keep your eyes to yourself!" she hissed as she pulled her top down. "I thought better of you. Get out. Now!"

"Yes mom. But what about breakfast?" John whined.

"I don't care. Just go. I can't believe my son would grope me. And in front of your sister." She looked at her stepdaughter for support.

"Terrible. Just shocking." Deb said sympathetically, smiling into her coffee.

The next couple of days were pretty good. John stayed away from the house as much as possible, and when he did arrive he scuttled into his room as quickly as possible. Any conversations he had with Jane were tinged with ice from her.

Eventually, things thawed slightly. Deb managed to catch fragments of a conversation between the two. Jane seemed to be worried that Cindy wasn't "giving him the attention he deserved." She thought that might be the reason for John's indiscretion.

Fuckhead tried to say that he was getting plenty of "attention", and he really didn't do anything no matter what it looked like. He said he didn't think of Jane like that, which actually made things worse.

"Oh, so you're saying I'm not sexy? I'm just an old cow with big, ugly udders that aren't attractive?"

To his credit, John knew he was in a losing situation so he just bolted for the gym. Deb padded back to her room and got changed for another interview.

The interview with a small sign making company was promising. The owner was an older man who had purchased a large vinyl sheet printer and wanted to get into wraps for vehicles and window signage. He really didn't understand the tech involved and needed an assistant who could carry out design work and use the equipment. Andy and Deb had more of a chat than an interview, discussing different ideas of what the printer could do. She was feeling pretty happy, and her mood lifted even further when she saw her dad's Explorer parked in the drive.

Brian, Deb's dad, worked for a national engineering group. When she was younger most of his projects were local, but he now accepted specialist work across the country. It did mean he was away for days, sometimes weeks at a time. When she was at college, Deb wondered what her stepmom got up to while he was away. So far it seemed to be split between spending time at the gym and watching shitty TV. She went through the front door to see her dad and Jane drinking coffee on the couch. Brian stood up and gave his daughter a huge hug.

"Hi Debbie, how's my little girl? I see you made it home okay?"

"Hi Dad. I'm fine. Things are; all right. I may have a job. I'll find out next week."

"Fantastic!" Brian embraced her in another hug.

"Thanks Dad." she murmured, hugging him back. He was still an attractive man. Wavy black hair, blue eyes, rugged looks from the time he spent outdoors. A great body that she could; Deb blinked and stood back.

"What's up, pumpkin?" Brian asked.

"Oh, ah, just remembered I have to send my college transcripts to the guy for the job. It's great to see you. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." She quickly walked to her room and closed the door.

'That was way beyond weird,' she thought. The thoughts she had while hugging her dad had drifted into a totally inappropriate direction. Deb didn't want to acknowledge she really had them, and slowly took some deep breaths to calm her racing mind.

"I really need to get laid. A toy's not doing the job anymore, I guess."

The weekend arrived with no more drama. Debbie tried to decipher the writing on the watch face, John had gone back to making sly digs at Deb, Jane was trying to make herself look busy, and Brian decided that he should take his wife out to dinner on Saturday night. He had asked the two kids if they wanted to come along, but they both said no. John naturally had a date with Cindy, and Deb didn't want to be a third wheel.

"You really should get out and meet some of your old friends. I'm sure they'd love to catch up with you." Brian had said, concerned about how much time his daughter was spending in the house.

"I'm fine, Dad. It's been a hectic year, so a bit of time relaxing is nice. I'll be okay. Have Netflix, will binge watch."

Brian kissed Deb on her forehead. "Well, okay. But we'll all go out together soon for Christmas."

Deb smiled back at her dad. "Sure thing." She then ducked into the kitchen and pulled the watch out of the back pocket of her jeans. It had become very warm for a short second when her dad had kissed her. It was cool now, and she wondered if she had imagined it.

Deb was watching "Lucifer" on Netflix when Brian and Jane left in an Uber for their dinner around six. Johnny was preening himself in the hallway mirror and called to Deb, "Cindy suggested you call up Scott and go out with him."

"Scott? Scott who?" asked Deb, curious about his sudden concern.

"Scott Nofriends. Who else?" John replied, laughing. "Well, I'll leave you here with Seb. Don't wait up."

'Arrogant prick.' Deb thought, her eyes narrowing. Johnny and Cindy made a good pair. Both were always part of the popular crowd. Good looking, athletic, cruel...

She tapped the pause button as John turned away from the mirror.

Deb stood in front of him and crossed her arms. "You two feed off each other. You weren't quite so shitty until you met that skank. So what should I do to break that cycle?"

She took a step back and tapped her nose with a finger. "Hmm. Something surprising. Something you won't notice straight away. Yes. That's perfect. Don't go away Johnny boy."

She raced upstairs to Jane's en suite and found her favorite lipstick, then returned to her brother. "I think you'd look good with a bit of your mom's red. Now, to business."

Deb undid John's pants and let them drop to the floor. "Nice briefs. Guess you're thinking you'll get a bit of action tonight. You probably don't care, but I know your girlfriend has had more hotdogs inside her than sold at Fenway Park in a season."

She pulled down his briefs to expose an ass cheek. Deb was about to start to use the lipstick on herself when another thought arrived. A lipstick kiss on the ass may not be noticed. It had to be seen. It had to be conspicuous. It had to be on his cock.

"Yes," she whispered. "Like someone had given him a blow job. A ruby red lipstick mark on his tip, around his balls, and on his ass. Cindy may not see it, but she'll taste it. Oh, she will freak out and you'll be deep in it. Too bad, so sad."

The briefs went down further. Deb dropped to her knees and cradled her step brother's genitals. She rolled his balls in her hand, then gently tugged. John had taken to shaving that area, for which she was grateful. The lipstick would be much more noticeable. She pinched his sad-looking flaccid cock and gave it a stretch. "Not very impressive Johnny boy. Jane's nipple got hard. Maybe I can get a rise out of you."

She methodically started working on her stepbrother - stretching, rubbing his tip and finally, licking and sucking. Deb had never been interested in the asshole's prick before, but it was all in a good cause. And it was something she liked doing. The partners she had been with loved her oral work. She was pleased to feel him react to her mouth. A gentle swell, more filling in the mouth and a hint of precum.

She let him go and looked at her work. "That's better. Need a bit more. I've had bigger, but I guess yours is okay. As long as you know how to use it properly. Bet you just slam it into Cindy's box and think you've done her a favor. Oh;� Deb looked down in surprise. Her free hand had wandered to her own groin and was gently massaging her clit through her jeans. She hadn't realized looking at her step brother's cock would have that effect. In general, she was repulsed by him. As her fingers kept working, she sighed and admitted to herself that maybe, on a deep subconscious level, his looks did do something for her.

She shifted her hips and pulled the watch out of her back pocket. It was definitely warm. The Samurai on the face seemed to be looking at her now. A chill went through her as if a draught from the dark winter's night had found its way to the nape of her neck. She shuddered and put the watch on the floor.

Deb looked back at John. "Oh bro, you've gone soft. So, can't keep it up without attention? Doesn't surprise me." She shuffled over and started bobbing her mouth over his schlong. Deb concentrated on the dick and only the dick. A swirl of the tongue over his glans, a tug with her teeth. It was actually really enjoyable performing oral sex without the usual fuss of the guy just wanting to fuck her pussy.

Deb took a deep breath and pulled his hips towards her, forcing his fully expanded cock deep down her gullet. She realized she had made a mistake as John twitched in her throat. "No no no no no...' she thought, wildly looking around with her eyes for something, anything to catch his imminent ejaculation. Sucking his dick was one thing, swallowing his sperm was not. Deb groaned to herself when she couldn't see anything handy.

'Well, you caused it. Put up with the consequences.' She massaged his balls and went back to her work. Sure enough, there was a final twitch and her mouth was full of his salty fluid.

'Not. On. The plan;� she crossly thought, making sure every last drop was swallowed. Deb ran her fingers from the base to the tip along the raphe like she was squeezing an empty toothpaste tube. She wanted to make sure there would be no telltale signs of leaks on John's underwear.

'Oh, well. Time for the painting.' She dried John's dick with the bottom of her shirt and quickly applied the lipstick. A big red kiss was applied around his shaft, another around his balls, and a perfect kiss on his butt. Deb was particularly pleased with that one. Definitely worth a photo. She took a shot, pulled up John's pants and tucked his shirt in.

"Looking good Johnny. Give Cindy slut my regards," Deb laughed as she jumped back on the couch, sweeping up the watch as she moved. When she was settled, John gave a harsh laugh to finish his insult and walked out.

"Bye Johnny. Don't freeze your ass off."

Deb was chuckling as Lucifer Morningstar showed his true face to one of the villains when John slumped in and fell in the chair next to her a couple of hours later. He didn't look good. His face was as white as the snow that had started to fall.

Deb was actually concerned about him. "You okay? You don't look well at all."

John slowly looked up at her, then dropped his head. "Umm. No. It's fine. The night didn't really go as planned."

"Ok. Must be the time of year. Christmas makes people do crazy things."

They both stared at the TV. Deb could see John wrestling with his thoughts, looking up at her then quickly away. It was the most he'd ever looked at her without making a snide remark. She was glad she had remembered to wipe the lipstick off. That could have been hard to explain.

"Ok John, what's up? You look like you've seen a ghost, and you seem to want to talk to me. Whatever it is, say something or get lost. I'd much prefer to watch Tom Ellis than your sorry ass."

John glared at her, but it faded. He sighed deeply and blurted, "Cindy dumped me. Said I'd been cheating on her. But I hadn't. I love her. She understands me."

"Too bad. So the town rumor mill got you. Don't you just hate that?" she replied sarcastically. Debbie had been on the receiving end of many false stories and she was sure the main culprit was sitting in the room with her.

"No, no. It wasn't that. Cindy discovered; something that shouldn't have been where it was."

"Oh?" said Deb, feigning interest. "Like what?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just; impossible. I don't know. I think I'm going crazy. First Mom, then this. Goodnight Deb."

"Night." Deb chortled. She thought the holidays were looking better already.

Deb had watched six episodes of Lucifer when her dad and Jane stumbled in. She really wasn't interested in the show when it first came out, but it now seemed to be a good fit for the night. The Devil had decided to leave Hell because he was bored and unhappy with his lot. Deb could relate.

"Hi Pumpkin, how's my little girl? Have a good night?" Brian slurred.

Deb smiled at her elders. She really didn't like thinking of Jane as her parent. "Been a good night, thanks. How was dinner?

"Wonderful, just; gorgeous. Like your dad." butted in Jane. "C'mon hot potato, let's get upstairs. I need to lie down for a bit before you;�

"Shush; Not in front of the children," whispered Brian. Loudly, he said to Deb, "We've had a bit to drink. Better sleep it off. We'll see you in the morning. Maybe afternoon."

Deb smiled and shook her head, rolling back to watch Tom. She was happy that her dad was happy, but she still didn't trust Jane. A quick search of her phone might be interesting. It needed a fingerprint to open it, but she had the right tool in her pocket to help with that. She watched a couple more episodes, nervously playing with the watch. She really, really wanted to get upstairs and check.

Finally, she acted. Deb had a quick look around the ground floor for the phone but figured Jane must have it in her handbag. She lightly ran up the stairs, Sebastian watching her go with his inscrutable feline eyes from the kitchen door. He raised one paw, then walked back into the kitchen with his tail high. He looked like a very happy cat.

Deb carefully walked forward until she was standing between the old folks and Johnny's bedrooms. She figured the coverage would catch all three and she could search uninterrupted. What she didn't expect was the loud noises coming from Jane.

"Huh huh huh, oh God Brian, I've missed this. Fuck, you're big. C'mon, harder. Split me. Fuck me." Jane growled. Deb had never heard her like this, so animalistic. She was getting turned on just listening to her big titted stepmom fuck her dad. Jane did have nice tits. The nipple she squeezed was nice and supple, so delectable. Deb was regretting not giving it a nibble. After all, they were all family now. Should be a bit more friendly.

�Your amazing dildo replica is an engineering marvel, Brian. I love the pulse action, but there�s just nothing like your real, meaty, beast of a cock, to satisfy my lusty cunt!� Janey gushed her praise for the device Brian had worked on for her birthday gift, last month.

Her dad spat back at Jane, breaking the spell, "Well, work that ass bitch. You want to ride me, just fucking get on with it. And get your tits down here. I didn't spend a shit load of money just to watch those luscious puppies wave at me."

Brian started to let fly with a string of obscenities at his wife, but he was suddenly muffled. Deb guessed he was now choking on a boob. The slap of Jane landing on her dad was still loud and seemed to be more intense. Deb licked her lips. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to see the action. Suddenly there was silence as the house was paused. 'Better check on Johnny no cum ever first.' she giggled.

Deb tapped on John's door and opened it when there was no answer. Her stepbrother was sitting naked on the bed with one hand stretching his cock tight, and the other using a washcloth on the lipstick. He looked really sad and confused.

"Fuck you, asshole. You deserve some shit in your life." She was tempted to try something else, but the lure of the other room was too strong. She quickly took a few photos and left. Seb was now sitting at the top of the stairs watching her intently, tail slowly flicking. It looked like he was smiling, but that was probably due to the light.

Nervously, Deb opened her dad's door. Entering his bedroom was always taboo. Entering while he was having sex was not something she had ever considered doing, but the thought of watching him fuck Jane was intoxicating. And she had to check the phone. Had to remember that.

Deb flipped on the light and sharply drew in a breath. The heady perfume of sexual release filled the air. She had never seen anyone else fucking in real life, but the sight of Jane with her head thrown back while Brian was gorging on her tit almost caused her to cum there and then. She took a photo and slowly walked to the end of the bed. Unconsciously she undid her jeans and stepped out of them.

"Oh Dad, that is magnificent. I guess that's why Jane waits for you. Makes Johnny's dick look like a little smokie."

Jane's ass was high in the air and her dad's cock just about to exit her pussy. Brian was big. Mesmerized, Deb stretched her thumb and little finger apart to roughly measure his length. She then closed her fist around his glistening shaft. He had to be at least eight inches long and over two inches diameter.

"Damn. I'd really like to ride that." She took a few close-ups of him, then examined her stepmom's stretched cunt. She was fully shaved, which didn't surprise Deb. "You've got a nice twat, Jane. Dad sure likes it. Johnny would love to get in as well. He's not going to get anything else for a while."

Deb glanced towards her stepbrother's bedroom and considered fucking the asshole, but the large, gorgeous, so wonderful cock of her father dragged her attention back. She carefully grabbed Jane's hips and pulled down. Brian smoothly impaled his wife up to the hilt.

"Well, you've got a deep fuckhole. I guess dad's the first guy that could really fill that cavern." Deb laughed. She stepped back and chewed a knuckle, trying to figure a way to get that wonderful piece of meat into her increasingly wet cunt. She slid her hand down the front of her panties and groaned in frustration. She was more than a little wet. The material covering her cunt was saturated and hindered her frantic attack on her hole. Her underwear came off and was tossed towards the door.

Then Deb saw the tip pf a cock sticking out of her nightstand drawer. She reached over and pulled out an exact replica of her dear dad�s 8 inch monster.

Deb laid down next to her father on the bed and looked at his entranced face while taking his replica cock into her mouth. She lovingly licked and sucked the head. She reached a hand down to where dad�s hot glistening cock was turgidly extended up to his entranced wife�s dripping cunt. Wrapping her open hand around his mid-shaft, she was stunned to notice the rod was actually closer to 3 inches in diameter.  She gave dad�s cock a firm tug and it flopped out of Janey�s cunt. Now Deb knew without doubt that Dad made this didlo as a stand-in for his out of town business absenses.

Bringing her wet hand back to the magnificent dildo, she confirmed the perfect recreation, right down to the very position of the veins which circumvent the beautiful phallus.

Deb�s venturing hand felt up her stepmother�s perfect tit job. The forties bimbo chest had enough pendulous sway to look very realistic. The consistency and transition was so slight that Deb was unable to find where the bag began, high on her perfectly tanned chest.

Reaching to Janey�s pussy, Deb found a rather large clitoris poking out. It was hard as stone and looked like a small replica of Johnny�s Vienna wiener dick.

Getting back to business, Deb began stroking her own cunt while lavishing fantasy love on the dildo image of Daddy�s magnificent cock. She decided to go deep on her dad�s dildo image, but try as she would, her lips simply could not stretch open far enough to host the event. Suddenly the shaft began to pulse. The scotum sack, which had been of a loose silicon pliancy, began to draw up and shrivel into a quite textured round form.  The internal circuitry evidently had a heat sensor which triggered a timer, to replicate a natural ejaculation pulsing action.  She felt the blast of; Olive oil? �Wow! Dad�s an amazing engineer! I hope he got this thing patented.� Deb thought to herself.

The fantasy fuck was more than enough. Deb gushed, no; sprayed juices as she climaxed.

"Oh yes. That is good dad. So good. Wish I had known before. Why mom left you, I have no idea." Deb moaned.

"Ok, okay. Get it together Deb. So your cunt isn't as big as Jane's. That's fine. Enjoy the ride. Oh, hi Seb. Come to watch me do it human-style?"

Sebastian had jumped onto the end of the bed and had curled up. He was purring loudly and seemed to be watching the three intently. A flash of red passed across his yellow eyes, but Deb didn't care. A faint thought flickered on, telling her this was all wrong, having sex with her dad was wrong, blowing her stepbrother was wrong, caressing her stepmom's ass was wrong. She shrugged and the voice was snuffed out. Nothing that felt this good could really be bad.

Sebastian uncurled himself and rubbed his cheek against Deb's thigh. She looked down at him in surprise and scratched him along his back. "You're very affectionate tonight Seb. Most unusual."

She gently rubbed Jane's ass and sighed. Really, it wasn't fair that she wasn't getting any attention. Brian liked her, and Deb did push her off his cock. She figured she should do something nice, like give her pussy some attention. It also made sense to keep her moist so Brian's monster could easily slide back in. She gently pushed three fingers into Jane and curled them up.

"Jane, that is one hell of a hole. No wonder you can easily take dad's soda can." Deb said admiringly. She leaned back and moaned as her father's cock moved, then focused on Jane's pussy. It did look nice. A prominent clit, a nice shaped hood, and smooth. Deb licked her lips at the sight, but it wasn't possible for her to taste the sweet-smelling juice that had recommenced leaking out of Jane. She pulled her fingers out and stared at the moisture coating them. Hesitating for a second, she licked them clean.

"Oh, that is nice. Licking you off Dad was good, but pure Jane? Awesome. Can I have a bit more? Why thank you;� Deb shoved four fingers inside and rotated her hand so her fingers could caress Jane's front wall. She found a little bump that she immediately recognized from her own vaginal excursions and started furiously rubbing it while working her own clit. She didn't know what to expect, but Jane felt warmer than a burst of hot juice coated Deb's hand. Feeling Jane come caused Deb to have her own intense orgasm. She gasped and fell forward, resting her head on Jane's back.

"Oh wow. Thanks, and you're welcome. My first lesbian experience. Does it count though if I'm riding a replica cock? Guess it doesn't matter, we all enjoyed it."

Deb let out a contented sigh and fell forward again. Sebastian, who had curled up directly behind the trio, got up and with a happy flick of his tail wandered back downstairs.

"That was a huge phallus, Dad. Thanks. I really needed a good fucking." She reluctantly sat up and slowly lifted herself off the bed. A large dollop of her juices fell out of her vagina and landed on the sheets. Deb ran two fingers around her insides and sucked the goo off.

"Nice. I'd love you to actually fuck my throat. That would be so awesome. Anyway, better get you back inside Janey before you soften up. Not that I'd mind doing this again. So good;�

Deb lovingly kissed her dad's cock and carefully guided it back into Jane. She readjusted the pair to roughly the positions they were in before she paused them and got off the bed.

"Well, a couple more photos for posterity. Oh, Jane's phone!" Deb put on her underwear and stuffed her shirt in them to catch any drips. The phone was on the dresser and a touch of her stepmom's thumb opened it. She quickly scanned the various messaging and email apps, but it all looked like boring suburbanite stuff.

"Well, good to know. You like Dad for his cock. I can understand that now. Well kids, have fun." She had one final look around before turning off the light and closing the door. Debbie rummaged around in the armful of clothes trying to find the jeans pocket that held the watch.

She tapped the go button and smiled with affection at the watch. Her smile faded rapidly, and a shiver went down her spine that had nothing to do with the weather. The samurai was now facing directly towards her and had on a demon kabuki mask. He was also holding his very large stylized cock. If it were to scale, it would have had to be about three feet long.

"What are you?" Deb whispered, a feeling of terror rising from deep inside. She ran into her bedroom and threw the watch into its box. She found her old cheerleading baton and pushed the box into the back of her closet then jumped onto her bed and hugged her knees.

"What did I do? Why did I do that? Oh, fuck;� she moaned rocking back and forth, staring at the closed door.

Sebastian came in. He looked at the closest, then at Deb. He turned and raced back downstairs. Deb was sure he was laughing.

Sunday was a non-event. Deb couldn't sleep and had gone downstairs to sit on the couch. Lucifer had lost its appeal, so she decided to watch SpongeBob. She continually played with her stretched pussy, wondering why she had decided to fuck her father.

John came down mid-morning. He still looked pretty awful but didn't say anything to Deb. She offered to make him a coffee, which he nodded acceptance.

Brian and Jane staggered down mid-afternoon. Brian just had on a pair of boxers, and Jane a pair of white briefs and a loose tee. Both kids blushed at the sight of their barely covered parents and tried hard not to stare.

Sebastian had found a warm spot near a window and was watching them all in the typical nonchalant feline manner.

"Who's up for Waffles!" declared Jane, throwing her arms in the air and causing her loose boobs to sway under her shirt. John turned white and bolted upstairs.

"What's wrong with Johnny? asked Jane.

"Not sure. Had a fight with Cindy. Probably drank too much." said Deb, shrugging her shoulders. She could understand John's reaction. The desire to reach out and fondle those mounds was almost overwhelming. It took an enormous amount of self-control not to leave either.

"Huh. Poor kid. Oh well, These things happen. Needs to harden up a bit." Brian said.

"Like you again?" laughed Jane, slapping his ass. Deb could feel the bile rising in response.

Andy called Deb early Monday morning and offered her the job, which she gratefully accepted. She threw herself into learning about the printer and started producing large, ornate Christmas window decorations which Andy then installed. Soon they were working long hours to keep up with the demand. Deb really wanted to investigate the watch further, but earning a wage was much more important. Consequently, it had stayed in the closet.

After two weeks she had enough cash to settle her bill with Amorous Goods. Debbie had wrestled with her conscience, split between crushing the cursed device and keeping it. She was still wavering when Dylan answered the phone.

"Oh, hi Debbie! Happy Holidays. I'm glad you called. A co-worker has done a bit more investigation and has come up with some - interesting information. But first, she would like it returned. If you want to. You'd be amply compensated for your travel, and your choice of a replacement gift."

Deb still had the photos on her phone of the night with her family. At the logical level, it appalled her, but her deep emotions wanted it to go further. "I don't know Dylan. It is a nice timepiece. It is very; unusual."

Dylan sighed, "Well, okay. May I ask if you discovered its unusual properties? Or would you like me to tell you what Morgana discovered?"

Deb bit her bottom lip. She didn't want to admit to a shop assistant what had happened, but she really wanted to hear what had been discovered. She decided to avoid his question. "Well I'm interested in its history so please, tell me what she's found."

Dylan went on to say that every item had high-resolution photographs taken of it, and Morgana was a cultural expert specializing in 'interesting objects'. Her job was to assess the collection and recommend which items could safely be sold. Initially, she thought the watch fell into that category, but a premonition soon after Debbie left caused her to review her notes.

The writing on the face was an ancient Japanese script - Jōdai Nihon-go and was dated around the 8th Century. It described the timepiece as a Tsukumogami - a tool that had acquired a kami, or spirit. In this case, it was possessed by an Oni known as an Amanojaku. Dylan said they were small demons able to provoke a person's darkest desires and persuade them into carrying out wicked deeds. The script also described this Oni being accompanied by an Obake, a shapeshifter that could also possess living creatures.

Deb went pale, "Like a cat?"

"Well, I guess so. This is pretty hypothetical. Most of our items need to connect with a human before they release their power, then they just need to be close to that person. After a while, the connection fades and needs to be renewed. That's why I didn't touch it. I've seen some unusual sights here, and I don't need more complications."

Dylan's word's swirled around her head. It made sense. As strange as it seemed, it all made sense. "But what about the kanji on the case? I thought it said;�

Dylan broke in, "It actually says 'Time will stop, and lust is eternal.' An easy mistake in the translation."

"Oh," said Deb. "So; say I did discover its features. What can I do?"

"Don't touch it. Bring it back. The Oni will get into your head and you will not be able to refuse its desire. The tsukumogami seems to have the ability to remold itself into a different shape to suit the time period. That's why it looks like a cheap watch. Next week it may look like a phone. We don't know, but we need to make sure it stays contained."

Deb drummed her fingers on the table, trying to think. Her pussy started to feel warm and thoughts of her fucking her dad started to force their way up out of her subconscious. They weren't as strong as a week ago, and they now unnerved her.

"We can offer you the Hokusai as a straight trade; It's safe." Dylan said as if reading her thoughts.

"No, c'mon. We can have so much fun together!" a tiny voice in her head pleaded.

"Sold. I'll be down tomorrow. And Dylan, thanks." blurted Deb before she could change her mind.

She heard Dylan slowly exhale. "Great, I'll make sure the print is nicely wrapped for your dad. And thank you. You've made a wise choice. The guy in the movies eventually went insane. He couldn't control his sexual desires, and had to be locked away for everyone's safety."

Debbie closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Japanese demons, shapeshifters, possessed animals. It was all straight out of a fantasy, but the truth was there in glorious color on her phone. She rummaged under the sink and found a plastic bag to put the watch in. Grabbing a broom, she went up to her room. Sebastian was sitting in front of the closet, tail flicking and a low growl coming from deep in his throat. If she needed confirmation that something was wrong, his attitude confirmed it.

"Alright, Amanojaku. Too late. You've had your fun, so leave. Now."

Seb just glared back.

"I know what you are. You either let me get to the watch now, or it can stay there. Either way, I'm not touching that thing again."

Seb blinked slowly, then walked over to her purring. She was sure the demonic influence had left her cat. Deb quickly pulled the box out of the closet with the broom and pushed it into the bag. "Right Oni. Smart choice. Goodbye, and thanks for a bit of fun."

"It's a Hokusai! Where did you find a Hokusai? How could you afford a Hokusai?" Brian spluttered as he unwrapped his present.

"Devil is in the detail, dad." smiled Debbie.

To be continued, in the series, Amorous Goods; a collaborative storyline for Literotica