What is expected of somebody who actually comes across this kind of power ? Of course you think about how the power itself could be used for proficient, that's what the hero's in comics and movies do, but people are rarely so selfless. My gens is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to control time.

I grew up in a small townspeople in California, far from the coast. I lived modestly with my mother and older half sister. My Father of the Church was never in the picture, and my mother never spoke about him. She insisted that she knew nothing about him, and I never pressed her too hard because it seemed to discomfit her.

My sister, Moriah, is a few age one-time than me. Her Father of the Church comes around every now and then when he's not deployed, and he seemed to always seem resentful of my female parent. Something happened between them but I was always to afraid to ask what, he's a scarey guy.

I don't mind not knowing so much, but I was rummy. Why wasn't my Father-God around ? Did he desert me ? Did something occur to him ? I don't even know whether I should be wild at him or sad that he's gone. I was 20 almost 21 long time old and had made it this far in life without him, so it's not even that I want him to make a payoff. I just have inquiry. Little did I know, I'd be getting answers very soon.

I work full fourth dimension at a storage warehouse in town, and attend weekend and dark stratum at the local community college. It pays decently so that I can assist mom with the bills and have a tiny bit of fun money. Some calendar week I'll put the fun money in my savings account. I'm saving for a car and I'd much rather get a new one. needle to say I walk to and from employment and school unless my mom lends me the truck.

Today I walk. I don't nous, the fresh air is good and I like to clear my fountainhead during the alone time. I use the time to be after what I would do for my birthday that dark. I didn't have design, I wasn't very sociable, not a ton of Quaker, no lady friend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with black shoulder joint distance haircloth, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored skin and brown center. I'm kinda fit but far from an athlete build. I'm for sure mortal has thought I was cute at some point. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My phone buzzes in my sack. Ah it's Gloria. She's my safe friend. A gorgeous Filipino girl with curtly height and even shorter humour. She has grim skin and midst rimmed meth that go well with her turn face. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"feature of speech"that are a bit big for her physique. DD tits and an ass that jiggles when she walks. If I hadn't known her since we were 7 I'd have tried my luck with her so very many times. It's been too long though, it'd be weird. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the thoughts from my mind and respond to her text

"Hey loser, you don't have plans for your birthday do you ? ?"

"Not with anyone. Just thinking about buying myself collation at the depot and crashing in my way later."

"Lame ass ! ! seminal fluid hang with me, I'll get you a patty, and we'll watch some anime or some shit."

"I don't knoooow, agenda prettty tight."

"Bullshit ! Just be at my place at 8 later, wonk"

"Alright, weeb ttyl"

There we go, plans made. She done this every class since my 18th birthday. My mom got it in her head that I'm too old for birthday party after I hit that age, which is very well, I kinda am. My mom usually gives me a gift and kisses me on the brow, while my sister want me a felicitous birthday without looking up from her phone and that's all I hear about it during the day. The balance of my mob will send alphabetic character some with cash and what not. These twenty-four hours the best parts of my natal day are when I get to spend time with Gloria.

I walk into workplace after finally arriving and stone's throw through the metal sensor. Something about the day feels off, like I'm being watched. I shake off the feeling and clock in. My shift key goes relatively slack, there's a lot of work, but I think I'm mainly excited to get out of there.

When my geological fault finally ends, I clock out and dart out the door as quickly as potential. While I'm walk, I decide to text Gloria that I'm on my way. I look down at my sound and shoot her a schoolbook, not watching where I'm going. SMACK. I've run right into someone, falling to the ground. I look up and see a fairly girl looking down at me with her arm extended to aid me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

"No, relieve me, I wasn't paying attention"

She's cute, not really my eccentric but red cent is she cute. She's about my height, super skinny athletic build with some tight fitting apparel. I take her hand and pull myself to my foundation.

"You're Grant right ? I was actually sent here to see for you."

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

"Your father, sent me to return you this."

She reaches into her sweater pocket and pulls out a humble gift box. I'm taken aback by what she just said. My Fatherhood ? I extend my hand and shakily take the box from her.

"Happy birthday Grant."



She walks away leaving me with a lot of interrogation. I pocket the small rectangular box and head over to Gloria's place with my thinker racing.

I knock on Gloria's threshold and she lets me in, and I try to stay fresh my head off the talent for now, I want to enjoy my natal day. The night is a lot of fun, we watch show and eat food, just the two of us. She sings happy birthday to me, and we have cake. While we're eating she plops a box on the counter.

"out-of-doors it fucker."

"Aggressive."

I raise and eyebrow at her but do as she says. I peel the paper back and flip the lid off the box.

"Iiiits, a ... .. rock ?"

"It's called a wish Harlan Stone unsuccessful person. At midnight, you squeeze it and put all your energy in it and it grants you a compliments"

"I see, so you got me a newspaper publisher weight"

She punches me in the arm and laughs.

"Yeah I guess I did, but it's pretty ain't it ?"

I shrug. It is pretty. As I pocket the small stone, my hand brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and place it on the heel counter. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a mouth full of cake.

"Who gave you that ?"

"Some female child, she said it was from my dad ... I haven't opened it"

"Why not ? Maybe it actually is something from your old man."

I nod at her, figuring it couldn't hurt to afford the box. I pull the lid off of the box. interior is an oddly shaped silver remote with only three push, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and small screen. I gently pry the small-scale gimmick out of its container to examine it

"Whoa, it's quick"

"Like it's been used ?"

"Like it's alive"

"Weeeeeird"

I turn it over in my hand and shrug. I toss the box in garbage can and pocket the remote.

"Let's get back to the show."

We return to the couch and catch some eldritch Netflix anime for for a while until we're half asleep. Gloria stands up after a few minute and stretches.

"intermission it loser, I got ta pee"

As she walks away I grab absentmindedly to my ripe hand side and beak up the remote control and hit interruption. Gloria stops in her tracks, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You good Gloria ?"

No response.

"Yo ? What's wrong ?"

Still nothing. I get up and take the air over too her.

"Are you ignoring me ?"



I walk in in front of her. What the hell ? It's like she's frozen. I wave my hand in front of her face, grab. Nothing. I look in my hand and see the silver remote. I bring it up and attend at the screen. ‘ Paused ’. I look at Gloria again.

"You have to be trying to prank me ..."

I walk around her.

"Ok so, if you're really frozen, you won't posting if I do this !"

I reel back and chip in her the severe savour on the ass that I muster. Her ass jiggles a bit, but she doesn't react. holy place crap. She's frozen. I make my way back to the couch and plop back down. I hit play on the ash gray remote. Gloria yip. And looks back at me. She's a trench red

"Grant what the netherworld ! ?"

"What ? I'm way over here."

She looks confused for a moment, rubbing her ass where I smacked. She nods.

"Ok ... just pause the appearance already"

I hit pause on the TV remote and she walks off. I look at the silver remote and change by reversal it over in my hired hand. Where the screwing did you arrive from ? I hit pause again and walk over to the lav. Doors lock but I reach up and get the key from the door material body and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the toilette, shorts around her mortise joint, elbows resting on her knees. She looks like she was trench in thought. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my hand in front of her face again. She really is stock-still. I get an idea and I can't help myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and draw her tits one at a sentence out of her tank top. Damn, that's what they look like. I've always imagined but they're even better than I thought. My peter is starting to harden as I stare and unbutton my drawers. I run thumb across her delicate lips and office her oral fissure a trivial, while stroking my stopcock with my other hand. I press the tip to her sassing and smear the precum across them like lip color before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting mouth. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her face. I get deeper and inscrutable until my shaven mound is pressed into her nose. I put my bridge player on the back of her nous and press her face finisher to me shoving my tool broad down her throat. I feel a conversant tightening in my pubic region and my legs start to shake a little. My pecker pulses as if it's about to burst before shooting rope after rope of hit cum down her throat. I stumble back, my shaft slipping from her mouth, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my knickers and seize a bit of toilet paper to wipe her lip and toss it in the trash. I leave the toilet, locking the room access behind me. I unpause life when I reach the livelihood room and delay for her to return. When she does she says she has a weird feeling her throat.

"Maybe you're getting sick ?"

"Probably."

I can't sharpen the quietus of the evening. I feel satisfied for now, but I'm wondering what I'm going to do with this power that I now hold.

At around 1 AM I leave Gloria's family and nous home base. As I'm walking I begin to feel like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half expect to see someone with a tongue, or a gun, but to my surprisal I see the secret girl from earlier walking towards me.

"You again ? Hey, what the hell is this thing ?"

"I see you have had clock time to image out it's power. It's a time manipulation remote, a talent from your father."

"How do you have intercourse who my father is ? Why would he reach me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must consume respective questions, but I'm not the one who can answer them all. I work for your Padre. He sent me before to gift you the remote, and now to tell you where he is. He would like to speak with you"

"What makes him think I want to verbalize to him ?"

"He knows. You'll find him at River Valley residential district Hospital, room 301. He will be waiting"

She turns and walks away. I hit pause on the remote control. I need a present moment, so I sit on the curbing. Do I really want to talk to him ? After 20 days of secretiveness on his end ? I know nothing about him, and I want answers but I'm skittish. The hospital is only a few blocks away. I hit diddle on the remote. Staring down at my invertebrate foot, I try and will them to move. I slowly pick myself up and start walk in the direction of the hospital.

I step through the door and up to the desk.

"exculpation me, do you make out who's staying in room 301 ?"

"Let me see ... Looks like one mister Grant Velazquez, but visiting hours are over."

"That's fine, I just wanted to ask"

I walk back out the room access and hit intermission again. I make my way back inside and take the stairs to the one-third floor. I imagine building complex machines and electronics don't oeuvre while the world is stopped. I find way 302 and hit play. As I put my handwriting up to knock I hear a vox.

"Come in son, I know you're there."

When I step inside I see an older man, around my mothers age. He smiles at me, but I don't grin back. I'm just confused.

"I have so many questions."

"I know you do, sit down Jr"

I do as I'm told.

"What the hell is going on ? What is this remote ? Where have you been my whole fucking life ? I'm so fucking confused right now. I don't even have it away where to start."

"I'll enjoin you everything. Let me start from the beginning.

He begins to enjoin me that he met mother in high schoolhouse. They fell in love but neither wanted to admit it. They remained champion for several class, in the clock time she fell in lovemaking with someone else, got married, had a daughter. He wasn't so lucky. When he turned 23, something odd happened. He was taking a class on Norse mythology for account credit in college. His professor had all kinds of knick knack that were supposedly artifacts from that metre. While observing them one in a chalk pillowcase called out to him. A minor I. F. Stone that seemed to shimmer. When the grade was clearing for the last day of the semester, he approached the case, being trusted he was blocked by the crowd of students, and quickly opened the threshold and snatched the Lucy Stone, shoving it in his pocket. His professor had noticed and asked to verbalise to him, but rather than being angry he seemed glad to egest the Edward Durell Stone on. He was old and no longer had any use for it. Claimed it was a gift from Loki himself. My sire left the class room and staring at the endocarp in his hired hand. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The stone shift in form into its current variant, the remote. He quickly realized it controlled time and the guile began. At low gear it was small things, lifting shirts, stealing bras and scanty, but it soon turned to more. He'd beginning having sex with girls he found particularly irresistible. After awhile my mother and her then husband moved back into the town he lived. They got in jot and they got caught up over coffee at a topical anesthetic shop. She had moved on, she was in love life with someone else and the love for him had been forgotten. He was disappointed but realized that he could still consume her. As she got into her car, he got into his and reached into the glovebox, pulling out the remote. He hit pause and headed over to my female parent car. She had become even more beautiful and sexy since they had last met. He had sex with her but she was different from other girls. With early girls he was careful not to get any cum inside them, but with her that wasn't the case. He came inside her, multiple times, and made sure she'd get meaning. A few calendar month later, her husband tax return, and she finds out she's fraught. Her married man leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and hold for a answer but I have nothing to say. It's not that I don't believe him, I'm holding the remote. I think for a import. This explains why mom always claimed not to know who my father was. She really has no approximation who it is, but I do now.

"Why pass it on now ? You're still pretty young"

"I'm dying assignment, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, more than anyone. I think she felt the same too, she did public figure you after me after all. That is why you get the remote over any of the others."

"So do I have other siblings ?"

"Probably one C, but only a few that matter."

He takes a note pad off the table adjacent to him and writes some matter down.

"These are the destination where you'll retrieve your siblings. You're one of my two sons. The quietus are daughters."

I take the paper and look down at the five address and the names written next to them. They're the public figure of the mothers and my sib names. He gives me a run down of who the sib are and how he knew the female parent. He lays back in his bed.

"I don't have a lot of fourth dimension left junior. I just didn't want to bequeath you with questions."

He closes his eyes and moving ridge me out the room access. I leave and head home for the night.

The next day I head into work, remote in my pocket. I get a twain of weird expression as I go through the metal detector when I pull the remote control out, but no one says anything. That day my productiveness and quality are through the roof. I get Sir Thomas More done in an hr that our libertine people would do in two. Everyone pats me on the back and jokingly asks for my help, asking what I'm on. I laugh it off and squeeze the remote control lightly in my pocket, but not everyone is pleased to see me do well.

Later on my coordinator, a taller brunette woman with pale skin named Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her chalk. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a bitch, everyone hates her. I give her smart ass responses. I shouldn't public lecture back to her but I can't help it. She's clear pissed off that I'm getting positive and is trying to ping me down a peg in her own passive voice aggressive way.

"I see you've been flooding the conveyer all day. Not trying to depart room for your better half to pluck ?"

"I see you're still giving people shit for no reason. They have passel of room, I'm making sure of it."

Her font turns a little read, tempestuous at my answer. She goes on a rant on how I have to leave more space for ten minutes before walking away. From the front man she's not much, B cup tits, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does cause the nicest ass. She wore leging today and her ass riffle with each of her heavy, angry steps as she storms away. My cock starts growing, and I can't resist.

"Hey, James Whitcomb Riley ? Can you stop that box there ? The label might be wrong."

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the conveyor belt and leans over the box to look at the label. Perfect. I hit pause on the remote and manner of walking over to her and slap her go forth ass brass with all my strength, a couple of times. I sliding my finger into the waistband of her leging and pull them all the way down to her ankle and generate her ass few Sir Thomas More savor on the same side. I then spread her perfect ass and get a good look as her pussy and asshole. I can't resist slipping between her peg and eating her pussy for a bit. My tongue slips up and down her slit and circles her clit before I suck on it for a bit. She tastes damn skilful and it's only making my dick harder. I tongue her hole a bit and shove my digit in. I start to detect that her eubstance is reacting to the stimulation even though clip is quick-frozen. Her pussy is getting soaked, and I'm fix to take wide advantage of the posture I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one script and liner my cock up to her dripping wet muddle with the other. I slam into her as gruelling as I can, I'm not trying to be nice. I pump my cock in her as hard as I can. I grab a hand for of her hair and pull her drumhead back as I piston in and out, making loud slapping stochasticity. I start smacking her ass again as I push her consistence more in the box while I fuck her. I feel my cum starting to construct and I pick up more speed. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my knees start to buckle a little as I release a massive load into her waiting pussy. I groan with each passing wave as I unload rophy after rope inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drop down her thigh. My stopcock is still hard though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her SOB and air my cock up with it and lunge my cock hard into her tight ass, up to the understructure. I want this to bruise, I grab her pelvic arch with both hands and initiate slamming into her asshole, over and over. I smack her vast ass until it's a deep red. I can sense myself getting ready to cum again so I give her one last ripe, heavily poke and cum trench in her asshole. My rooster starts to soften and I pull it out with a soft plop. I claim her pantie as a trophy then pull her leggings up. I can see wet topographic point where my cum is leaking out of her, I chuckle and straighten myself up. I make certainly I'm back where I was standing before and hit the play button. Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her ramification buckle and first to stimulate, she has her arm on the box to support her. Her breathing is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face bang read and everyone stares at her. She's visibly confused, as she looks around.

"What are you all staring at ! ? Get back to work !"

She try's to get her composure back a trivial before running off on her still shaky pegleg. I smile and get back to body of work. I'm gon na enjoy having the power to fuck whoever I want .