Jon suddenly took a deep breath, and seemed to hold it in for a long time. Bristol said "Uh, Jon? Hey, stepdad...are you okay?"
Jon looked at her...nodded quietly...then said "Look, Bristol...I've been playing at half-measures and wasting my time, but...I have to make a decision here...and it has to be the right one. First, I wish that Bristols baby wasn't mine..."
His stepdaughter looked annoyed for a second, then said "Of course it's not yours, Jon. What's tha matter with..."
"...and I wish Bristol and I had never had a sexual relationship. I wish Bristol Palin always thought of me as her stepfather first, and would never think of having sex with me."
Bristol trembled, but was suddenly wearing her clothes and standing before him fully clothed. She shook her head and looked around in some confusion, then went to him and hugged him, saying "Hey, daddy...I missed you."
He hugged her back, then sent her on her way. He looked down at the stone, and said a little prayer. Thank goodness Bristol had given him that little boost. She'd restored his self-confidence and given him the courage to...well, resist her. To look about at the world he'd created, and at least try ro fix the things he'd ruined. As grateful as he was to her...he now had the courage to resist her. To send her away. After all tjis time, he still loved Karyn...and now he had to think of a way to get her back. Or...at least as much of her as he could get back. Thanks to all their wishing, she was Sarah Palin now...47 years old...right wing as heck...but...maybe he could think of a way to...to...
It was the only thing he could do. It was the right thing to do.
"I wish..." he said aloud, thinking about the girl he'd known...and wanting to rebuild their relationship. He thought only of her, and didn't really think through what he was saying. "...that I loved Karyn just as she is right now, with all my heart."
He was trying to rebuild their relationship. He was trying to do the right thing. He was trying to get his girlfriend back.
He was...suddenly only attracted to women who were at least twice his age. It swept over him all in a rush. He...LOVED Sarah Palin. The fact that she was more than twice his age...her updo...the power suits...her glasses...the hair and makeup...her delicious, nasal accent. She was his dream girl. His vision. His goddess. He was suddenly hard for her, and he moaned aloud as he plucked a pair of her panties from the hamper and sniffed them. Quite suddenly...it was Sarah that he loved. The old Karyn seemed like a child. A fool. Only Sarah Palin could fill his void.
That night, Sarah was greeted at the door by Jon, his eyes flashing with a lust that she'd not seen before. He'd had Mammy Michelle prepare a fancy dinner for two, and as she chatted about her day she realised that he was hanging on her every word with genuine interest. She played at some mild flirting, and was pleased that he responded so well. He played footsie under the table, and finally crawled under the table and went to her. He pulled down her stockings and panties and while she ate her chocolete cheescake...he licked and stroked her velvet pie, bringing her to orgasim easily. Then he scooped hr into his arms and carried her to the bed, and there fucked her as he'd never even tried before. Their marrage had been ordered by his mother, and she'd never even pretended it was a sexual ralationship, but suddenly...suddenly he was obviously in love with her. He rang her bell three times that night, and when he fell asleep he curled up against her, on hand cupping her bosom and whispering "I love you, Sarah."
"I love you too, Jon." she said, kissing his forehead in a motherly way.
And that was how life went for the next few weeks. Hed wake and they'd enjoy a quickie before she had to be off to preside over the Senate. Then she'd be back for lunch, and again...they'd be at it. That night, a romantic dinner would always end in sex...sex...sex, as he explored every inch of her body with his hands...mouth...cock...loving her more and more. Every day he thought he'd get started on fixing the world, but he kept putting it off...and putting it off...
