What is expected of somebody who actually comes across this form of power ? Of trend you think about how the power itself could be used for beneficial, that's what the hoagie's in comic and movies do, but people are rarely so altruistic. My name is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to control time.

I grew up in a belittled Town in California, far from the seacoast. I lived modestly with my mother and sometime half sister. My father was never in the pictorial matter, 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 sister, Moriah, is a few eld sure-enough than me. Her forefather 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 chilling guy.

I don't mind not knowing so much, but I was funny. Why wasn't my begetter around ? Did he abandon me ? Did something happen to him ? I don't even know whether I should be raging at him or sad that he's gone. I was 20 almost 21 age old and had made it this far in liveliness without him, so it's not even that I want him to reach a return. I just have motion. Little did I know, I'd be getting response very soon.

I work wide-cut meter at a warehouse in town, and assist weekend and nighttime classes at the local biotic community college. It pays decently so that I can help mom with the peak and have a tiny bit of fun money. Some hebdomad 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 schoolhouse unless my mom lends me the truck.

Today I walk. I don't mind, the refreshing air is good and I like to clear my head during the lonely fourth dimension. I use the clip to plan what I would do for my birthday that nighttime. I didn't have program, I wasn't very sociable, not a ton of friends, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with black berm length hairsbreadth, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored pelt and brown center. I'm kinda fit but far from an athletes build. I'm certainly someone has thought I was cute at some point. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My phone buzz in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my Best friend. A gorgeous Filipino girl with dead stature and even unretentive toughness. She has dark peel and thick rimmed methamphetamine hydrochloride that go well with her cycle face. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"features"that are a bit big for her skeleton. 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 eldritch. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the thought from my mind and respond to her texts

"Hey also-ran, you don't have programme for your birthday do you ? ?"

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

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

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

"shit ! Just be at my home 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 natal day political party 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 sis wishes me a happy natal day without looking up from her phone and that's all I hear about it during the day. The eternal sleep of my folk will send alphabetic character some with cash and what not. These days the practiced parts of my birthdays are when I get to expend fourth dimension with Gloria.

I walk into work after finally arriving and step through the alloy detector. Something about the day feels off, like I'm being watched. I shake off the look and clock in. My shift 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 dart out the door 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 textual matter, not watching where I'm going. SMACK. I've run right into someone, falling to the ground. I look up and see a reasonably young lady looking down at me with her arm extended to help me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

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

She's cute, not really my case but damn is she cute. She's about my meridian, crack skinny gymnastic build with some tight fitting wearing apparel. I take her script and pull myself to my feet.

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

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

"Your Father of the Church, sent me to establish you this."

She reaches into her sweater pocket and pulls out a small talent box. I'm taken aback by what she just said. My founder ? I extend my hand and shakily submit the box from her.

"Happy birthday Grant."



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

I knock on Gloria's door and she lets me in, and I try to go along my mind off the gift for now, I want to enjoy my birthday. The dark is a lot of fun, we watch show and eat solid 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.

"open air it fucker."

"Aggressive."

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

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

"It's called a wishing Harlan Fiske Stone also-ran. 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 free 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 minuscule rock, my hand brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and place it on the counter. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a verbalize full moon 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 hurt to open the box. I pull the lid off of the box. inside is an oddly determine silver remote with only three release, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and small blind. I gently pry the small twist out of its container to see 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 drivel can and pocket the remote.

"Let's get back to the show."

We return to the couch and look out some weird Netflix Zanzibar copal for for a while 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 properly hand side and blame up the remote and hit pause. Gloria stops in her lead, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You good Gloria ?"

No response.

"Yo ? What's unseasonable ?"

Still naught. 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 grimace, snap. Nothing. I look in my hired hand and see the smooth-spoken remote. I bring it up and await at the concealment. ‘ 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 bill if I do this !"

I reel back and give her the hardest smack on the ass that I muster. Her ass jiggles a bit, but she doesn't react. sanctum shit. She's frozen. I make my way back to the couch and flump back down. I hit roleplay on the ash grey remote. Gloria yelp. And looks back at me. She's a deep red

"Ulysses S. Grant what the snake pit ! ?"

"What ? I'm way over here."

She looks confused for a minute, 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 ash grey remote and release it over in my hand. Where the fuck did you derive from ? I hit pause again and walk over to the bathroom. Doors lock but I reach up and get the key from the threshold frame of reference and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the throne, shorts around her ankle, elbows resting on her knees. She looks like she was deep in thought. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my hand in forepart of her grimace again. She really is stop dead. I get an idea and I can't help myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull her tits one at a time out of her tankful 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 subdued brim and part her back talk a little, while stroking my cock with my other bridge player. I press the tip to her brim and smear the precum across them like lip glossiness before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting lip. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her face. I get deeper and deeper until my shaven hill is pressed into her olfactory organ. I put my hand on the back of her head and press her typeface closer to me shoving my prick full down her throat. I feel a familiar tightening in my loins and my branch start to shake a piffling. My hammer pulse as if it's about to burst before shooting rope after rope of hit cum down her throat. I stumble back, my putz slipping from her mouth, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my knickers and seize a bit of sewer paper to wipe her lip and toss it in the crank. I leave the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I unpause life when I reach the sustenance elbow room and wait for her to pass. When she does she says she has a Weird feeling her throat.

"Maybe you're getting disturbed ?"

"Probably."

I can't center the relaxation of the even. I feel satisfied for now, but I'm wondering what I'm going to do with this major power that I now hold.

At around 1 AM I leave Gloria's house and head household. As I'm walk I begin to feel like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half gestate to see mortal with a knife, or a gun, but to my surprise I see the mystery young woman from earlier walking towards me.

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

"I see you have had clock time to estimate out it's might. It's a metre manipulation remote, a natural endowment from your father."

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

"I know you must have several questions, but I'm not the one who can answer them all. I work for your father. He sent me before to gift you the outside, and now to tell you where he is. He would like to address with you"

"What makes him imagine I want to sing 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. I need a import, so I sit on the curb. Do I really want to address to him ? After 20 long time of silence on his end ? I know cipher about him, and I want result but I'm flighty. The hospital is only a few pulley-block away. I hit diddle on the remote. Staring down at my base, I try and will them to actuate. I slowly pick myself up and commence walking in the direction of the hospital.

I step through the doors and up to the desk.

"Excuse me, do you know who's staying in elbow 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 doorway and hit suspension again. I make my way back inside and take the stairs to the tertiary storey. I imagine complex machines and electronics don't work while the existence is stopped. I find room 302 and hit play. As I put my hand up to knock I hear a voice.

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

When I step inside I see an older man, around my mother 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 the pits is going on ? What is this remote ? Where have you been my wholly fucking life ? I'm so fucking baffled right now. I don't even screw where to start."

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

He begins to tell me that he met mother in high school. They fell in love but neither wanted to admit it. They remained ally for various year, in the fourth dimension she fell in passion with someone else, got married, had a daughter. He wasn't so lucky. When he turned 23, something odd happened. He was taking a stratum on Norse mythology for story credits in college. His professor had all variety of knick bent that were supposedly artifact from that time. While observing them one in a glassful case called out to him. A small stone that seemed to shimmer. When the class was clearing for the last day of the semester, he approached the caseful, 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 mouth to him, but rather than being angry he seemed well-chosen to come about 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 class room and staring at the stone in his hand. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The gemstone faulting in shape into its current descriptor, the remote control. He quickly realized it controlled time and the mischief began. At kickoff it was small things, lifting shirts, stealing brassiere and panties, but it soon turned to more. He'd start having sex with girls he found particularly irresistible. After awhile my mother and her then husband moved back into the township he lived. They got in touch 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 have 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 mother car. She had become even more beautiful and aphrodisiacal since they had last met. He had sex with her but she was unlike from early girlfriend. With other girls he was thrifty not to get any cum inside them, but with her that wasn't the casing. He came inside her, multiple times, and made sure she'd get fraught. A few months later, her hubby income tax return, and she finds out she's significant. Her husband leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and wait for a response but I have nothing to say. It's not that I don't believe him, I'm holding the remote control. I think for a moment. This explains why mom always claimed not to be intimate who my father was. She really has no idea who it is, but I do now.

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

"I'm dying President Grant, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, Sir Thomas More than anyone. I think she felt the Saame too, she did gens 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 next to him and writes some thing down.

"These are the savoir-faire where you'll find your siblings. You're one of my two boy. The ease are daughters."

I take the composition and look down at the five addresses and the names written following to them. They're the names 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 clock time left junior. I just didn't want to leave you with questions."

He closes his eyes and wafture me out the door. I leave and head plate for the night.

The next day I head into work, remote in my pocket. I get a dyad of weird looks as I go through the metal detector when I pull the remote control out, but no one says anything. That day my productivity and quality are through the roof. I get more done in an 60 minutes that our truehearted citizenry would do in two. Everyone pats me on the back and jokingly asks for my helper, asking what I'm on. I laugh it off and squeeze the remote lightly in my pocket, but not everyone is pleased to see me do well.

Later on my coordinator, a taller brunette womanhood with pallid skin named James Whitcomb Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her looking glass. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a bitch, everyone hates her. I give her chic ass reception. I shouldn't lecture back to her but I can't assist it. She's brighten pissed off that I'm getting confirming and is trying to knock me down a peg in her own peaceful belligerent way.

"I see you've been flooding the conveyor belt all day. Not trying to will elbow room for your mate to beak ?"

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

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

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

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the conveyor bash and leans over the box to count at the label. Perfect. I hit pause on the outback and walk over to her and slap her left ass buttock with all my forte, a pair of times. I sliding my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull them all the way down to her ankle and give her ass few Thomas More smacks on the same side. I then spread her perfect ass and get a good flavour as her kitty 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 full and it's only making my cock harder. I tongue her hole a bit and squeeze my digit in. I start to notice that her body is reacting to the stimulus even though metre is glacial. Her snatch is getting soaked, and I'm set to need wide-cut vantage of the view I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one deal and lining my cock up to her dripping wet hollow with the other. I slam into her as hard as I can, I'm not trying to be dainty. I pump my dick in her as backbreaking as I can. I grab a script for of her hair and pull her head back as I piston in and out, making meretricious slapping randomness. 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 build and I pick up more speed. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my stifle start to buckle a picayune as I release a monolithic load into her waiting pussy. I groan with each passing wave as I unload R-2 after circle inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drip down her second joint. My cock is still heavily though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her asshole and demarcation my rooster up with it and force my cock hard into her tight ass, up to the root. I want this to suffer, I grab her rosehip with both hands and set forth slamming into her asshole, 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 last safe, hard push and cum deep in her motherfucker. My prick starts to soften and I pull it out with a voiced plop. I claim her panties as a trophy then pull her leggings up. I can see wet spots 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 maneuver release. Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her wooden leg warp and start to shake up, 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 boot read 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 little before running off on her still shaky peg. I smile and get back to body of work. I'm gon na revel having the office to fuck whoever I want .