What is expected of somebody who actually comes across this kind of might ? Of course you think about how the major power itself could be used for good, that's what the hero's in comics and moving picture do, but masses are rarely so selfless. My name is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to ensure time.

I grew up in a little town in California, far from the glide. I lived modestly with my female parent and quondam one-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 upset her.

My babe, Moriah, is a few years older than me. Her Father comes around every now and then when he's not deployed, and he seemed to always seemed 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 idea not knowing so often, but I was peculiar. Why wasn't my beginner around ? Did he empty me ? Did something fall out 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 geezerhood old and had made it this far in life without him, so it's not even that I want him to bring in a recurrence. I just have query. petty did I know, I'd be getting solution very soon.

I work to the full time at a warehouse in Ithiel Town, and attend weekend and nighttime classes at the local community college. It pays decently so that I can help oneself mom with the bills and have a tiny bit of fun money. Some week I'll put the fun money in my nest egg account. I'm saving for a car and I'd much rather get a new one. acerate leaf to say I walk to and from workplace and school day unless my mom lends me the motortruck.

Today I walk. I don't mind, the fresh air is estimable and I like to bring in my straits during the solo meter. I use the metre to plan what I would do for my natal day that night. I didn't have programme, I wasn't very social, not a ton of champion, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with black shoulder length hair's-breadth, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored skin and Brown optic. I'm kinda fit but far from an athletes build. I'm sure someone has thought I was cute at some point. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My earpiece buzzes in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my best friend. A gorgeous Filipino female child with inadequate stature and even shorter humour. She has glowering skin and thick rimmed glasses that go well with her unit of ammunition cheek. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"lineament"that are a bit big for her frame. DD nipple 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 clip. It's been too long though, it'd be weird. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the thought process from my mind and respond to her text edition

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright, weeb ttyl"

There we go, plans made. She done this every year since my 18th birthday. My mom got it in her head that I'm too old for birthday political party after I hit that age, which is fine, I kinda am. My mom usually gives me a giving and kisses me on the os frontale, while my sister wishes me a glad birthday without looking up from her speech sound and that's all I hear about it during the day. The repose of my family will broadcast letters some with cash and what not. These day the best component part of my birthdays are when I get to spend time with Gloria.

I walk into body of 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 smell and clock in. My shift goes relatively dim, 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 dart out the doorway as quickly as possible. While I'm walking, I decide to text Gloria that I'm on my way. I look down at my phone and shoot her a school text, not watching where I'm going. SMACK. I've run right into soul, falling to the soil. I look up and see a pretty girl looking down at me with her arm extended to help me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

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

She's cute, not really my type but red cent is she cute. She's about my pinnacle, super skinny athletic build with some tight try-on clothes. I take her hand and pull myself to my feet.

"You're Duncan James Corrow Grant right ? I was actually sent here to look for you."

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

"Your founder, sent me to feed you this."

She reaches into her jumper air pocket and pulls out a small gift box. I'm taken aback by what she just said. My father ? I extend my hired hand and shakily drive the box from her.

"Happy birthday Grant."



She walks away leaving me with a lot of dubiousness. I pocket the pocket-size rectangular box and psyche over to Gloria's place with my mind racing.

I knock on Gloria's doorway and she lets me in, and I try to keep my mind off the gift for now, I want to enjoy my natal day. The night is a lot of fun, we watch shows and eat solid food, just the two of us. She sings well-chosen birthday to me, and we have cake. While we're eating she plops a box on the counter.

"Open 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 stone unsuccessful person. At midnight, you squeeze it and put all your energy in it and it grants you a wish"

"I see, so you got me a report weightiness"

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 hired man brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and place it on the rejoinder. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a lip broad of cake.

"Who gave you that ?"

"Some little girl, 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 open the box. I pull the lid off of the box. interior is an oddly shaped ash grey remote with just three buttons, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and small screen. I gently pry the small device out of its container to test it

"Whoa, it's warm"

"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 ascertain some Weird Netflix anime for awhile until we're 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 right deal side and pick up the remote and hit pause. Gloria stops in her tracks, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You good Gloria ?"

No response.

"Yo ? What's unseasonable ?"

Still nix. I get up and walk over too her.

"Are you ignoring me ?"



I walk in in front line of her. What the hell on earth ? It's like she's frozen. I wave my hand in front of her face, snap. nothing. I look in my hand and see the silverish remote control. I bring it up and await at the cover. ‘ Paused ’. I look at Gloria again.

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

I walk around her.

"Ok so, if you're really immobilize, you won't notice if I do this !"

I reel back and give her the difficult nip 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 back down. I hit bring on the silver remote control. Gloria yelps. And looks back at me. She's a deep red

"Grant what the infernal region ! ?"

"What ? I'm way over here."

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

"Ok ... just pause the display already"

I hit pause on the TV remote and she walks off. I look at the silver grey remote control and bend it over in my hand. Where the screwing did you come from ? I hit pause again and walk over to the lavatory. Doors lock but I reach up and get the key from the door skeletal frame and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the sewer, shorts around her ankle joint, elbows resting on her stifle. She looks like she was deep in thought. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my hand in front of her look again. She really is frosty. I get an idea and I can't assistance myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull her titmouse one at a time out of her army tank top. red cent, that's what they look like. I've always imagined but they're even in force than I thought. My putz is starting to harden as I stare and unbutton my pants. I run thumb across her soft sass and part her sass a little, while stroking my peter with my other hand. I press the tip to her lips and smear the precum across them like lip burnish before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting mouth. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her typeface. I get rich and deeper until my shaven mound is pressed into her nose. I put my hand on the back of her head and press her face finisher to me shoving my cock full down her throat. I feel a familiar tightening in my loins and my stage first to shake off a little. My pecker pulses as if it's about to burst before shooting rope after circle 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 toilet paper to pass over her lip and toss it in the chicken feed. I leave the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I unpause life-time when I reach the keep way and wait 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 concentre the repose 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 house and head home. As I'm walking I begin to feel like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half have a bun in the oven to see individual with a knife, or a gun, but to my surprise I see the mystery young lady from earlier walking towards me.

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

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

"How do you sleep with who my Father is ? Why would he gift me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must have respective dubiousness, but I'm not the one who can answer them all. I work for your male parent. He sent me before to present you the distant, and now to say you where he is. He would like to utter with you"

"What makes him intend I want to utter to him ?"

"He knows. You'll find him at River Valley community of interests 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 curb. Do I really want to talk to him ? After 20 years of silence on his end ? I know nothing about him, and I want answers but I'm unquiet. The hospital is only a few blocks away. I hit play on the remote. Staring down at my feet, I try and will them to make a motion. I slowly pick myself up and depart walking in the direction of the infirmary.

I step through the doors and up to the desk.

"Excuse me, do you know who's staying in way 301 ?"

"Let me see ... Looks like one Mr Grant Diego Rodriguez de Silva y Velazquez, but visiting 60 minutes are over."

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

I walk back out the door and hit pause again. I make my way back inside and have the stairs to the third floor. I imagine complex political machine and electronics don't work while the world is stopped. I find room 302 and hit caper. As I put my hand up to knock I hear a voice.

"seminal fluid in son, I know you're there."

When I step inside I see an aged man, around my female parent age. He smiles at me, but I don't smile 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 whole fucking life story ? I'm so fucking confused right now. I don't even know where to start."

"I'll assure you everything. Let me jump from the beginning.

He begins to tell me that he met female parent in in high spirits school. They fell in beloved but neither wanted to acknowledge it. They remained friends for several yr, in the time she fell in dear 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 history credits in college. His prof had all kinds of knick hang that were supposedly artefact from that clock time. While observing them one in a shabu case called out to him. A small stone that seemed to shimmer. When the class was clearing for the survive day of the semester, he approached the case, being trusted he was blocked by the crowd of students, and quickly opened the door and snatched the stone, shoving it in his pocket. His professor had noticed and asked to talk to him, but rather than being angry he seemed well-chosen to pass the stone on. He was old and no longer had any use for it. Claimed it was a gift from Loki himself. My father left the social class room and staring at the stone in his manus. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The stone work shift in shape into its current form, the remote. He quickly realized it controlled time and the wile began. At firstly it was pocket-sized thing, lifting shirts, stealing bras and panties, but it soon turned to more. He'd head start having sex with girls he found particularly resistless. After awhile my mother and her then husband moved back into the township he lived. They got in sense of touch and they got caught up over coffee at a local workshop. She had moved on, she was in love 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 unlike from other little girl. With other daughter 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 enough she'd get pregnant. A few months later, her husband returns, and she finds out she's pregnant. Her husband leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and hold for a response 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 melodic theme who it is, but I do now.

"Why notch it on now ? You're still pretty untried"

"I'm dying Ulysses S. Grant, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, Sir Thomas More than anyone. I think she felt the same too, she did name you after me after all. That is why you get the remote over any of the others."

"So do I have other siblings ?"

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

He takes a note pad off the table succeeding to him and writes some thing down.

"These are the speech where you'll find out your siblings. You're one of my two sons. The rest are daughters."

I take the newspaper publisher and seem down at the five name and address and the names written next to them. They're the names of the mothers and my siblings names. He gives me a run down of who the sib are and how he knew the mother. He lays back in his bed.

"I don't have a lot of sentence left junior. I just didn't want to impart you with questions."

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

The next day I head into workplace, remote in my pouch. I get a pair of unearthly look 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 ceiling. I get more done in an 60 minutes that our quick 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 distant lightly in my pocket, but not everyone is pleased to see me do well.

Later on my coordinator, a taller brunet fair sex with wan tegument named Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her methamphetamine hydrochloride. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a bitch, everyone hates her. I give her voguish ass answer. I shouldn't lecture back to her but I can't help it. She's discharge pissed off that I'm getting positive and is trying to knock me down a peg in her own passive fast-growing way.

"I see you've been flooding the conveyer all day. Not trying to give room for your partner to plunk ?"

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

Her face turns a piddling read, angry at my response. She goes on a rant on how I have to leave More distance for ten minute before walking away. From the front she's not much, B cup knocker, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does receive the nicest ass. She wore legging today and her ass ripples with each of her heavy, angry steps as she storms away. My cock starts growing, and I can't resist.

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

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the transporter swath and leans over the box to seem at the label. perfective tense. I hit pause on the remote and walk of life over to her and slap her leftover ass cheek with all my strength, a duad of times. I sliding my fingerbreadth into the waistband of her legging and overstretch them all the way down to her ankles and give her ass few Thomas More smacks on the same side. I then spread her perfect ass and get a commodity feeling as her pussy and asshole. I can't resist slipping between her pegleg and eating her cunt for a bit. My tongue slips up and down her slit and circles her clitoris before I suck on it for a bit. She tastes damn good and it's only making my rooster harder. I tongue her kettle of fish a bit and shove my fingers in. I start to notice that her body is reacting to the stimulation even though times is stock-still. Her kitty-cat is getting soaked, and I'm quick to postulate replete advantage of the situation I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one hand and lining my turncock up to her dripping wet hole with the other. I slam into her as hard as I can, I'm not trying to be nice. I pump my cock in her as hard as I can. I grab a bridge player for of her hair and commit her head back as I piston in and out, making gaudy slapping noises. I start smacking her ass again as I push her body more in the box while I fuck her. I feel my cum starting to build and I pick up more than pep pill. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my stifle start to buckle a little as I release a massive load into her waiting pussy. I groan with each passing waving as I unload rope after rophy inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drip down her thigh. My tool is still operose though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her asshole and railway line my cock up with it and lunge my tool hard into her tight ass, up to the base. I want this to hurt, I grab her hips with both bridge player and start slamming into her son of a bitch, over and over. I smack her Brobdingnagian ass until it's a deep red. I can feel myself getting set up to cum again so I give her one last good, backbreaking thrust and cum deep in her asshole. My cock starts to soften and I pull it out with a soft plop. I claim her step-in as a prize then pull her legging up. I can see wet spots where my cum is leaking out of her, I chuckle and straighten myself up. I make surely I'm back where I was standing before and hit the bid clit. James Whitcomb Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her stage warp and showtime to shake, she has her arm on the box to back her. Her breathing is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face thrill show and everyone stares at her. She's visibly confused, as she looks around.

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

She try's to get her calm back a footling before running off on her still rickety stage. I smile and get back to workplace. I'm gon na enjoy having the magnate to have it off whoever I want .