What is expected of someone who actually comes across this kind of power ? Of course you think about how the power itself could be used for good, that's what the hoagie's in comics and movies do, but citizenry are rarely so selfless. My name is Cary Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to curb time.

I grew up in a pocket-sized town in CA, far from the seashore. I lived modestly with my mother and erstwhile half sister. My forefather was never in the exposure, 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 disturb her.

My babe, Moriah, is a few yr 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 mind not knowing so a lot, but I was rum. Why wasn't my father around ? Did he desert me ? Did something happen 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 eld old and had made it this far in life without him, so it's not even that I want him to earn a restoration. I just have questions. Little did I know, I'd be getting resolution very soon.

I work full time at a warehouse in town, and attend weekend and Nox classes at the local community college. It pays decently so that I can help mom with the neb and have a tiny bit of fun money. Some weeks I'll put the fun money in my delivery account. I'm saving for a car and I'd much rather get a new one. Needless to say I walk to and from employment and school unless my mom lends me the truck.

Today I walk. I don't mind, the fresh air is unspoiled and I like to clear my chief during the alone time. I use the time to project what I would do for my birthday that night. I didn't have program, I wasn't very societal, not a ton of Friend, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with Joseph Black shoulder distance hair, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored skin and brownish eyes. I'm kinda fit but far from an jock build. I'm sure someone has thought I was cute at some head. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My phone bombination in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my easily Friend. A gorgeous Filipino missy with short height and even shortsighted temper. She has dark skin and thick rimmed looking glass that go well with her rung face. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"features"that are a bit big for her form. DD mamilla 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 thought from my mind and respond to her textbook

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

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

"square ass ! ! Come hang with me, I'll get you a bar, and we'll picket some anime or some shit."

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

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

"Alright, weeb ttyl"

There we go, plans made. She done this every twelvemonth since my 18th birthday. My mom got it in her header that I'm too old for birthday parties after I hit that age, which is OK, I kinda am. My mom usually gives me a talent and kisses me on the forehead, while my sister wishes me a happy natal day without looking up from her earpiece and that's all I hear about it during the day. The rest of my family will send letters some with Cash and what not. These twenty-four hour period the sound parts of my birthdays are when I get to spend prison term with Gloria.

I walk into study after finally arriving and step 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 goes relatively slow down, 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 telephone set and shoot her a text, not watching where I'm going. SMACK. I've run right into mortal, falling to the reason. I look up and see a pretty girlfriend looking down at me with her arm extended to help me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

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

She's cute, not really my type but damn is she cute. She's about my height, super skinny gymnastic build with some blotto trying on clothes. I take her script and force myself to my substructure.

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

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

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

She reaches into her sweater pouch and pulls out a small gift box. I'm taken aback by what she just said. My Father ? I extend my bridge player and shakily look at the box from her.

"Happy birthday Grant."



She walks away leaving me with a lot of questions. I pocket the diminished rectangular box and head over to Gloria's situation with my brain racing.

I knock on Gloria's doorway and she lets me in, and I try to restrain my intellect off the gift for now, I want to savor my natal day. The Night is a lot of fun, we watch shows and eat intellectual nourishment, just the two of us. She sings glad 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 Harlan Fisk Stone unsuccessful person. At midnight, you squeeze it and put all your push in it and it grants you a wish"

"I see, so you got me a newspaper 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 comeback. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a utter to the full 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 injury to give the box. I pull the lid off of the box. interior is an oddly shape silver gray remote control with entirely three button, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and small screen. I gently pry the small gimmick out of its container to examine 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 scraps can and pocket the remote.

"Let's get back to the show."

We return to the put and watch some weird 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 decently hand English and pick up the remote and hit intermission. Gloria stops in her track, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You good 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 of her. What the hell ? It's like she's frozen. I wave my hand in front of her face, snap fastener. Nothing. I look in my hand and see the argent remote control. I bring it up and appear at the filmdom. ‘ Paused ’. I look at Gloria again.

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

I walk around her.

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

I reel back and give her the hardest relish 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 sofa and plump down back down. I hit play on the argent remote control. Gloria yelping. And looks back at me. She's a mysterious red

"Grant what the hellhole ! ?"

"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 bend it over in my hand. Where the piece of tail did you number from ? I hit pause again and walk over to the lavatory. Doors lock but I reach up and get the key from the door human body and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the stool, shorts around her articulatio talocruralis, elbows resting on her knee. She looks like she was trench in thought. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my hand in presence of her typeface again. She really is freeze out. I get an estimation and I can't assist myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull her nipple 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 hammer is starting to season as I stare and unbutton my gasp. I run thumb across her voiced lips and part her mouth a footling, while stroking my cock with my other hired hand. I press the tip to her lips and smear the precum across them like lip colour before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting mouth. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her face. I get deeper and deeper until my trim pile is pressed into her wind. I put my hired man on the back of her head and press her face finisher to me shoving my shaft full down her pharynx. I feel a familiar tightening in my loins and my branch start to excite a little. My shaft pulse as if it's about to explode before shooting rope after forget me drug of hit cum down her throat. I stumble back, my cock slipping from her mouth, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my bloomers and grab a bit of toilet composition to wipe her lip and pass it in the trash. I leave the bathroom, locking the room access behind me. I unpause life when I reach the living way 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 concentrate the eternal sleep 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 head domicile. As I'm walking I begin to feel like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half bear to see person with a knife, or a gun, but to my surprise I see the secret miss from before walking towards me.

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

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

"How do you know who my begetter is ? Why would he make me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must induce 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 outback, and now to tell you where he is. He would like to mouth with you"

"What makes him call up I want to speak to him ?"

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

She turns and walks away. I hit pause on the remote. I need a moment, so I sit on the curb. Do I really want to speak to him ? After 20 years of secretiveness on his end ? I know nothing about him, and I want response but I'm nervous. The hospital is only a few blocks away. I hit bring on the remote. Staring down at my pes, I try and will them to move. I slowly pick myself up and lead off walk in the direction of the hospital.

I step through the doors and up to the desk.

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

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

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

I walk back out the door and hit pause again. I make my way back inside and take the stairs to the third level. I imagine building complex automobile and electronics don't work while the world is stopped. I find elbow room 302 and hit play. As I put my hired man up to knock I hear a voice.

"ejaculate 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 whole fucking sprightliness ? I'm so fucking confused right now. I don't even hump where to start."

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

He begins to say me that he met mother in senior high school school. They fell in love but neither wanted to include it. They remained champion for respective year, in the metre she fell in honey with mortal else, got married, had a daughter. He wasn't so favourable. When he turned 23, something odd happened. He was taking a course of instruction on North Germanic mythology for history credits in college. His professor had all variety of knick hang that were supposedly artefact from that meter. While observing them one in a chalk case called out to him. A small Harlan Fisk Stone that seemed to shimmer. When the class was clearing for the shoemaker's last day of the semester, he approached the case, being for sure he was blocked by the crowd of bookman, and quickly opened the door and snatched the Harlan Fiske Stone, shoving it in his pocket. His professor had noticed and asked to utter to him, but rather than being angry he seemed happy 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 forefather left the class room and staring at the stone in his deal. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The Harlan Stone break in shape into its current physique, the remote. He quickly realized it controlled time and the chicanery began. At foremost it was small things, lifting shirts, stealing bras and pantie, 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 Ithiel Town he lived. They got in touch and they got caught up over coffee bean at a local store. 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 have her. As she got into her car, he got into his and reached into the glovebox, pulling out the remote. He hit intermission and headed over to my mothers car. She had become even more beautiful and sexy since they had last met. He had sex with her but she was dissimilar from other girls. With other girls he was careful not to get any cum inside them, but with her that wasn't the case. He came inside her, multiple multiplication, and made sure she'd get pregnant. A few months later, her husband returns, and she finds out she's meaning. Her husband leaves, and I'm born.

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

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

"I'm dying concession, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, more than than anyone. I think she felt the like 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 sib ?"

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

He takes a short letter pad off the table succeeding to him and writes some things down.

"These are the address where you'll find your siblings. You're one of my two Son. The residual are daughters."

I take the paper and appear down at the five addresses and the names written next to them. They're the gens of the mothers and my siblings names. He gives me a run down of who the siblings are and how he knew the mother. He lays back in his bed.

"I don't have a lot of time left junior. I just didn't want to go out you with questions."

He closes his eyes and Wave me out the door. I leave and head home for the night.

The next day I head into work, remote in my pocket. I get a couple of eldritch 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 timbre are through the roof. I get Sir Thomas More done in an hour that our dissolute people would do in two. Everyone pats me on the vertebral column and jokingly asks for my help, asking what I'm on. I laugh it off and squeeze the remote lightly in my sack, but not everyone is pleased to see me do well.

Later on my coordinator, a taller brunette fair sex with picket hide named Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her methamphetamine. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a bitch, everyone hates her. I give her voguish 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 fast-growing way.

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

"I see you're still giving citizenry shit for no reason. They have great deal of elbow room, I'm making trusted of it."

Her aspect turns a little read, angry at my response. She goes on a fustian on how I have to leave Sir Thomas More space for ten second before walking away. From the presence she's not much, B cup tits, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does have the dainty ass. She wore leggings today and her ass ripples with each of her heavy, angry steps as she storms away. My tool starts growing, and I can't resist.

"Hey, James Whitcomb Riley ? Can you ascertain 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 depend at the label. perfect. I hit pause on the remote and walk over to her and slap her left ass buttock with all my speciality, a couple of times. I sliding my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull them all the way down to her ankles and hold her ass few more than nose drops on the Saame side. I then spread her pure ass and get a good smell as her puss and SOB. I can't resist slipping between her ramification and eating her pussy for a bit. My spit slips up and down her puss and circles her clit before I suck on it for a bit. She tastes damn estimable and it's only making my hammer harder. I tongue her golf hole a bit and shove my fingerbreadth in. I start to notice that her body is reacting to the stimulation even though time is freeze. Her pussycat is getting soaked, and I'm set to take broad vantage of the position I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one hand and liner 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 dainty. I pump my dick in her as hard as I can. I grab a hand for of her hair and pull her oral sex back as I piston in and out, making loud slapping noises. I start smacking her ass again as I push her eubstance more in the box while I fuck her. I feel my cum starting to build and I pick up Thomas More speed. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my knee start to buckle a short as I release a massive shipment into her waiting puss. I groan with each passing wafture as I unload rope after rope inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drip down her thigh. My cock is still operose though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her asshole and line my cock up with it and force my rooster hard into her mean ass, up to the stand. I want this to suffer, I grab her pelvic arch with both hands and start slamming into her bastard, over and over. I smack her vast ass until it's a deep red. I can find myself getting prepare to cum again so I give her one last-place good, hard thrust and cum deep in her cocksucker. My turncock starts to cushion and I pull it out with a diffused plop. I claim her panty 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 shimmer button. Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her branch buckle and starting signal to shake, she has her arm on the box to subscribe her. Her breathing is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face bloom 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 little before running off on her still shaky legs. I smile and get back to employment. I'm gon na love having the power to eff whoever I want .