What is expected of someone who actually comes across this kind of power ? Of course you think about how the baron itself could be used for undecomposed, that's what the hoagy's in strip and movies do, but people are rarely so selfless. My epithet is subsidization Palacios, and this is how I gained the major power to control time.

I grew up in a minuscule Town in CA, far from the seashore. I lived modestly with my mother and elder half sister. My father 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 tump over her.

My sister, Moriah, is a few class former than me. Her father comes around every now and then when he's not deployed, and he seemed to always appear resentful of my mother. Something happened between them but I was always to afraid to ask what, he's a scary guy.

I don't nous not knowing so much, but I was curious. Why wasn't my father around ? Did he abandon me ? Did something happen to him ? I don't even know whether I should be angry at him or sad that he's gone. I was 20 almost 21 age old and had made it this far in life-time without him, so it's not even that I want him to prepare a return. I just have interrogative sentence. petty did I know, I'd be getting solvent very soon.

I work broad time at a warehouse in town, and serve weekend and dark classes at the local community college. It pays decently so that I can help mom with the bills and have a tiny bit of fun money. Some weeks 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. Needless to say I walk to and from work and school unless my mom lends me the truck.

Today I walk. I don't judgment, the fresh air is secure and I like to net my head during the alone fourth dimension. I use the prison term to plan what I would do for my birthday that nighttime. I didn't have plans, I wasn't very societal, not a ton of friends, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with black shoulder length hair, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored hide and browned middle. I'm kinda fit but far from an athlete build. I'm surely someone has thought I was cute at some point. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My speech sound buzzes in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my best friend. A gorgeous Filipino girl with curtly height and even shorter temper. She has obscure cutis and midst rimmed drinking glass that go well with her troll aspect. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"feature of speech"that are a bit big for her frame. DD boob and an ass that jiggles when she walks. If I hadn't known her since we were 7 I'd have tried my destiny with her so very many clip. It's been too long though, it'd be Wyrd. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the thoughts from my psyche and respond to her texts

"Hey failure, you don't have program for your natal day do you ? ?"

"Not with anyone. Just thinking about buying myself snack at the memory and crashing in my room later."

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

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

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

"Alright, weeb ttyl"

There we go, plans made. She done this every year since my 18th natal day. My mom got it in her pass that I'm too old for birthday parties after I hit that age, which is fine, I kinda am. My mom usually gives me a gift and kisses me on the forehead, while my Sister wish me a happy birthday without looking up from her telephone and that's all I hear about it during the day. The rest of my phratry will mail letters some with hard currency and what not. These years the best parts of my birthdays are when I get to spend time with Gloria.

I walk into work after finally arriving and step through the metal detector. Something about the day feels off, like I'm being watched. I shake off the opinion and clock in. My geological fault goes relatively slow, there's a lot of work, but I think I'm mainly excited to get out of there.

When my shift finally ends, I clock out and shoot out the door as quickly as potential. While I'm walking, I decide to text Gloria that I'm on my way. I look down at my earphone and shoot her a textbook, not watching where I'm going. smack. I've run right into someone, falling to the priming. I look up and see a pretty girl looking down at me with her arm extended to help oneself me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

"No, excuse me, I wasn't paying aid"

She's cute, not really my type but darn is she cute. She's about my pinnacle, ace skinny acrobatic habitus with some tight fitting clothes. I take her hired hand and force myself to my feet.

"You're Grant right ? I was actually sent here to look 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 small gift box. I'm taken aback by what she just said. My father ? I extend my hand and shakily study the box from her.

"Happy natal day Grant."



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

I knock on Gloria's threshold and she lets me in, and I try to keep my idea off the natural endowment for now, I want to enjoy my birthday. The Night is a lot of fun, we watch shows and eat food, just the two of us. She sings felicitous birthday to me, and we have cake. While we're eating she plops a box on the counter.

"outdoors 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 wishing Edward Durell Stone unsuccessful person. At midnight, you squeeze it and put all your vim in it and it grants you a wish"

"I see, so you got me a paper 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 I. F. Stone, my hand brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and set it on the counter. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a mouth replete of cake.

"Who gave you that ?"

"Some miss, 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 scathe to afford the box. I pull the lid off of the box. interior is an oddly shaped silver gray remote control with only three buttons, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and pocket-size blind. I gently pry the small twist out of its container to examine it

"Whoa, it's affectionate"

"Like it's been used ?"

"Like it's live"

"Weeeeeird"

I turn it over in my hand and shrug. I toss the box in drivel can and bag the remote.

"Let's get back to the show."

We return to the cast and watch some eldritch Netflix anime for awhile until we're one-half asleep. Gloria stands up after a few hours and stretches.

"Pause it loser, I got ta pee"

As she walks away I grab absentmindedly to my in good order hand side and pick up the remote control and hit pause. Gloria stops in her racetrack, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You estimable Gloria ?"

No response.

"Yo ? What's wrong ?"

Still nothing. I get up and walk over too her.

"Are you ignoring me ?"



I walk in in front line of her. What the perdition ? It's like she's frozen. I wave my hired hand in straw man of her fount, snap. Nothing. I look in my hand and see the silver grey remote. I bring it up and search at the screenland. ‘ Paused ’. I look at Gloria again.

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

I walk around her.

"Ok so, if you're really block, you won't placard if I do this !"

I reel back and give her the heavily smack on the ass that I muster. Her ass jiggles a bit, but she doesn't react. Holy shit. She's frozen. I make my way back to the couch and plump down back down. I hit play on the silver gray remote. Gloria yelp. And looks back at me. She's a deep red

"Ulysses S. Grant what the hell ! ?"

"What ? I'm way over here."

She looks confused for a bit, 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 grow it over in my hand. Where the fuck did you come from ? I hit pause again and walk over to the bathroom. Doors lock but I reach up and get the key from the door physique and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the toilet, shorts around her articulatio talocruralis, elbows resting on her stifle. She looks like she was cryptical in thought process. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my script in front of her typeface again. She really is freeze down. I get an idea and I can't aid myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull out her bosom one at a time 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 dick is starting to harden as I stare and unbutton my pants. I run thumb across her soft lips and role her mouth a little, while stroking my cock with my other hand. I press the tip to her rim and blur the precum across them like lip glossary before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting mouth. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her boldness. I get deeper and cryptic until my shaven mound is pressed into her nose. I put my hired hand on the back of her head and printing press her face closer to me shoving my cock total down her throat. I feel a familiar tightening in my pubes and my legs beginning to agitate a small. My cock pulse rate as if it's about to break before shooting circle after rope of hit cum down her pharynx. I stumble back, my cock slipping from her mouth, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my pants and grab a bit of pot paper to wipe her lip and toss it in the trash. I leave the bathroom, locking the doorway behind me. I unpause liveliness when I reach the keep way and waiting for her to return. When she does she says she has a uncanny belief her throat.

"Maybe you're getting puke ?"

"Probably."

I can't focus the rest of the evening. I feel fulfill 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 theater and header rest home. As I'm walking I begin to finger like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half expect to see someone with a knife, or a gun, but to my surprise I see the mystery girl from other walking towards me.

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

"I see you have had time to figure out it's major power. It's a time use remote control, a giving from your father."

"How do you know who my father is ? Why would he contribute me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must cause several doubtfulness, but I'm not the one who can respond them all. I work for your Padre. He sent me before to empower you the distant, and now to assure you where he is. He would like to talk with you"

"What makes him imagine I want to talk to him ?"

"He knows. You'll find him at River valley biotic community infirmary, room 301. He will be waiting"

She turns and walks away. I hit pause on the remote. I need a mo, so I sit on the kerb. Do I really want to speak to him ? After 20 class of silence on his end ? I know nix about him, and I want reply but I'm nervous. The hospital is only a few blocks away. I hit fiddle on the remote. Staring down at my feet, I try and will them to move. I slowly pick myself up and start walking in the commission of the infirmary.

I step through the doors and up to the desk.

"alibi me, do you eff 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 door and hit suspension again. I make my way back inside and take the stairs to the third floor. I imagine coordination compound political machine and electronics don't work while the world is stopped. I find elbow room 302 and hit manoeuvre. As I put my hand up to criticise I hear a vox.

"seminal fluid 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 grinning back. I'm just confused.

"I have so many questions."

"I know you do, sit down junior"

I do as I'm told.

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

"I'll secern you everything. Let me come out from the beginning.

He begins to separate me that he met mother in high school. They fell in love but neither wanted to admit it. They remained protagonist for various year, in the clip she fell in love with someone else, got married, had a girl. He wasn't so favorable. When he turned 23, something odd happened. He was taking a course of instruction on Norse mythology for history credits in college. His professor had all kinds of knick knack that were supposedly artifacts from that time. While observing them one in a glassful case called out to him. A small gem that seemed to shimmer. When the course of study was clearing for the survive day of the semester, he approached the fount, being sure enough he was blocked by the crowd of students, and quickly opened the door and snatched the stone, shoving it in his pocket. His prof had noticed and asked to speak to him, but rather than being raging he seemed felicitous to pass by the pit on. He was old and no longer had any use for it. Claimed it was a gift from Loki himself. My father left the class room and staring at the stone in his hired hand. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The stone switch in physique into its current mannequin, the remote control. He quickly realized it controlled time and the chicanery began. At first it was lowly matter, lifting shirts, stealing bras and panties, but it soon turned to more. He'd start having sex with daughter he found particularly irresistible. After awhile my female parent and her then hubby moved back into the townspeople he lived. They got in touch and they got caught up over coffee at a local shop. She had moved on, she was in love with somebody else and the love for him had been forgotten. He was disappointed but realized that he could still take 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 mothers car. She had become even more beautiful and sexy since they had in conclusion met. He had sex with her but she was different from other girlfriend. With early girls he was deliberate not to get any cum inside them, but with her that wasn't the guinea pig. He came inside her, multiple times, and made certain she'd get pregnant. A few month later, her husband returns, and she finds out she's pregnant. Her husband leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and waits for a response but I have cypher to say. It's not that I don't believe him, I'm holding the remote. I think for a second. This explains why mom always claimed not to know who my begetter was. She really has no estimation who it is, but I do now.

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

"I'm dying Grant, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, Sir Thomas More than anyone. I think she felt the Lapplander 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 former siblings ?"

"Probably century, but only a few that matter."

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

"These are the computer address where you'll notice your sib. You're one of my two sons. The rest are daughters."

I take the composition and look down at the five destination and the name calling written next to them. They're the public figure of the mothers and my siblings names. He gives me a run down of who the sibling are and how he knew the mother. He lays back in his bed.

"I don't have a lot of time left Jr. I just didn't want to lead you with questions."

He closes his eyes and wave me out the room access. I leave and head family for the night.

The following day I head into piece of work, remote in my air hole. I get a distich of Weird facial expression as I go through the metal detector when I pull the remote out, but no one says anything. That day my productivity and quality are through the roof. I get more done in an hour that our fastest multitude would do in two. Everyone pats me on the vertebral column and jokingly asks for my service, asking what I'm on. I laugh it off and squeeze the remote lightly in my air hole, but not everyone is pleased to see me do well.

Later on my coordinator, a taller brunette woman with pale cutis named Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her glass. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a gripe, everyone hates her. I give her fresh ass reception. I shouldn't lecture back to her but I can't help it. She's clear pissed off that I'm getting irrefutable and is trying to criticise me down a peg in her own passive aggressive way.

"I see you've been flooding the transporter all day. Not trying to leave room for your partners to pick ?"

"I see you're still giving hoi polloi shit for no reason. They have stack of way, I'm making trusted of it."

Her face turns a niggling read, furious at my response. She goes on a rant on how I have to leave More space for ten minutes before walking away. From the front she's not much, B cup tit, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does give the nicest ass. She wore leg covering today and her ass ripples with each of her heavy, angry dance step as she storms away. My stopcock starts growing, and I can't resist.

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

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the conveyer belt belt and leans over the box to look at the label. Perfect. I hit pause on the remote and pass over to her and slap her result ass cheek with all my durability, a twain of times. I sliding my digit into the waistband of her leging and pull them all the way down to her ankle and pass on her ass few more smacks on the same side. I then spread her perfect tense ass and get a good look as her puss and asshole. I can't resist slipping between her legs 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 good and it's only making my pecker harder. I tongue her muddle a bit and shove my fingerbreadth in. I start to detect that her consistence is reacting to the stimulation even though times is frozen. Her pussy is getting soaked, and I'm ready to use up replete advantage of the posture I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one hand and lining my cock up to her dripping wet hole with the early. I slam into her as hard as I can, I'm not trying to be overnice. I pump my cock in her as hard as I can. I grab a hand for of her hair and pluck her head back as I piston in and out, making tacky slapping noises. I start smacking her ass again as I push her physical structure more in the box while I fuck her. I feel my cum starting to make and I pick up more speed. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my knees start to buckle a niggling as I release a monumental loading into her waiting slit. I groan with each passing wave as I unload R-2 after rope inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drip down her thigh. My cock is still toilsome though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her asshole and ancestry my dick up with it and push up my pecker hard into her mingy ass, up to the base. I want this to pain, I grab her articulatio coxae with both manus and start slamming into her son of a bitch, over and over. I smack her huge ass until it's a deep red. I can feel myself getting ready to cum again so I give her one stopping point safe, difficult push and cum deep in her asshole. My cock starts to soften and I pull it out with a soft plop. I claim her panties as a trophy then pull her leggings up. I can see wet spotlight where my cum is leaking out of her, I chuckle and straighten myself up. I make sure I'm back where I was standing before and hit the play clitoris. James Whitcomb Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her leg buckle and showtime to shake, she has her arm on the box to substantiate her. Her breathing is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face flushes show 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 equanimity back a little before running off on her still wonky leg. I smile and get back to work. I'm gon na delight having the power to fuck whoever I want .