What is expected of someone who actually comes across this sort of great power ? Of trend you think about how the power itself could be used for good, that's what the hero's in comics and moving picture do, but people are rarely so selfless. My name is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to control time.

I grew up in a small Town in California, far from the seacoast. I lived modestly with my female parent and Old half sister. My father was never in the picture, and my female parent never spoke about him. She insisted that she knew cipher about him, and I never pressed her too hard because it seemed to upset her.

My sister, Moriah, is a few years sr. than me. Her Father comes around every now and then when he's not deployed, and he seemed to always seem 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 thinker not knowing so much, but I was curious. Why wasn't my begetter around ? Did he empty 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 eld old and had made it this far in life without him, so it's not even that I want him to make a return. I just have questions. Little did I know, I'd be getting answers very soon.

I work full phase of the moon clip at a warehouse in town, and attend weekend and nighttime form at the topical anesthetic community college. It pays decently so that I can help mom with the Federal Reserve note and have a flyspeck 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 school unless my mom lends me the truck.

Today I walk. I don't mind, the invigorated air is honorable and I like to clear my oral sex during the unequalled prison term. I use the metre to design what I would do for my birthday that dark. I didn't have plan, I wasn't very social, not a ton of friend, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with smuggled shoulder duration hairsbreadth, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored skin and brown heart. I'm kinda fit but far from an jock build. I'm sure someone has thought I was cute at some full stop. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my best friend. A gorgeous Filipino girl with shortstop stature and even brusque temper. She has dark skin and thick rimmed specs that go well with her round face. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"features"that are a bit big for her frame. 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 Wyrd. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the thinking from my mind and respond to her texts

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

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

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

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

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

"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 fine, I kinda am. My mom usually gives me a gift and kisses me on the forehead, while my sister wishes me a well-chosen birthday without looking up from her phone and that's all I hear about it during the day. The rest of my category will send alphabetic character some with Cash and what not. These days the secure constituent of my birthday are when I get to spend fourth dimension 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 tactile sensation and clock in. My shift goes relatively slow, there's a lot of workplace, but I think I'm mainly excited to get out of there.

When my break 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 text, not watching where I'm going. scag. I've run right into someone, falling to the land. 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, rationalize me, I wasn't paying attending"

She's cute, not really my type but damn is she cute. She's about my altitude, passing skinny athletic build with some tight trying on clothes. I take her hand and perpetrate myself to my feet.

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

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

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

She reaches into her jumper air hole and pulls out a small natural endowment box. I'm taken aback by what she just said. My Fatherhood ? I extend my hand and shakily take the box from her.

"Happy natal day Grant."



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

I knock on Gloria's door and she lets me in, and I try to keep my psyche off the giving for now, I want to enjoy my birthday. The Nox is a lot of fun, we watch display and eat food, just the two of us. She sings happy natal day 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 theme back and flip the lid off the box.

"Iiiits, a ... .. Rock ?"

"It's called a want pit 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 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 pit, my bridge player 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 mouth fully 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 suffering to open the box. I pull the lid off of the box. inside is an oddly shaped silver remote with only three release, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and diminished silver 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 animated"

"Weeeeeird"

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

"Let's get back to the show."

We return to the cast and learn some Wyrd Netflix anime for awhile until we're half asleep. Gloria stands up after a few hr and stretches.

"Pause it loser, I got ta pee"

As she walks away I grab absentmindedly to my decently paw face and pick up the remote control and hit pause. Gloria stops in her lead, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You expert Gloria ?"

No response.

"Yo ? What's untimely ?"

Still zip. 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, snap. zilch. I look in my deal and see the ash grey remote. I bring it up and look 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 placard if I do this !"

I reel back and give her the hardest savor 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 plop back down. I hit wreak on the silver remote control. Gloria yelp. And looks back at me. She's a deep red

"President Grant what the Inferno ! ?"

"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 control and she walks off. I look at the silver remote control and turn it over in my hired man. Where the ass did you occur from ? I hit pause again and walk over to the lav. room access lock but I reach up and get the key from the room access frame and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the crapper, shorts around her ankle joint, elbows resting on her genu. She looks like she was abstruse in cerebration. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my handwriting in movement of her face again. She really is immobilise. I get an idea and I can't avail myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull her tits one at a time out of her tank top. darn, that's what they look like. I've always imagined but they're even serious than I thought. My cock is starting to harden as I stare and unbutton my pants. I run thumb across her soft sass and section her oral cavity a trivial, while stroking my hammer with my other hired man. I press the tip to her lips and slander the precum across them like lip burnish before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting mouth. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her face. I get deeper and recondite until my shaven hillock is pressed into her nose. I put my hand on the cover of her oral sex and press her face closer to me shoving my dick full down her pharynx. I feel a familiar tightening in my loin and my legs start to rock a little. My hammer pulses as if it's about to burst before shooting roach after rope of hit cum down her pharynx. I stumble back, my shaft slipping from her rima oris, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my drawers and grab a bit of can newspaper to wipe her lip and toss it in the wish-wash. I leave the privy, locking the door behind me. I unpause lifespan when I reach the keep room and wait for her to return. When she does she says she has a uncanny feeling her throat.

"Maybe you're getting sick ?"

"Probably."

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

At around 1 AM I leave Gloria's house and heading dwelling. As I'm walking I begin to feel like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half expect to see somebody 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 thing ?"

"I see you have had time to enter out it's force. It's a meter manipulation remote, a natural endowment from your father."

"How do you get it on who my father is ? Why would he chip in me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must take 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 remote control, and now to tell you where he is. He would wish to verbalize with you"

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

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

She turns and take the air away. I hit pause on the remote control. I need a moment, so I sit on the curb. Do I really want to speak to him ? After 20 years of muteness on his end ? I know nothing about him, and I want answers but I'm spooky. The hospital is only a few blocks away. I hit make for on the remote control. Staring down at my ft, I try and will them to move. I slowly pick myself up and start walking in the steering of the hospital.

I step through the door and up to the desk.

"self-justification me, do you know who's staying in room 301 ?"

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

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

I walk back out the doors and hit pause again. I make my way back inside and take the stairs to the third floor. I imagine complex machine and electronics don't work while the domain is stopped. I find elbow 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 sure-enough 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 Hades is going on ? What is this remote ? Where have you been my whole fucking living ? I'm so fucking bedevil right now. I don't even lie with where to start."

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

He begins to tell me that he met mother in high shoal. They fell in love but neither wanted to hold it. They remained admirer for various year, in the time she fell in love with soul 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 credit rating in college. His professor had all kinds of knick hang that were supposedly artifact from that time. While observing them one in a glass case called out to him. A small I. F. Stone that seemed to shimmer. When the class was clearing for the last day of the semester, he approached the case, being sure he was blocked by the crowd of educatee, and quickly opened the door and snatched the stone, shoving it in his pocket. His professor had noticed and asked to speak to him, but rather than being tempestuous he seemed happy to clear the stone on. He was old and no longer had any use for it. Claimed it was a gift from Loki himself. My founder left the class elbow room and staring at the gem in his hired man. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The Isidor Feinstein Stone transmutation in shape into its flow form, the remote control. He quickly realized it controlled time and the mischief-making began. At first it was low affair, lifting shirts, stealing bras and panties, but it soon turned to more. He'd jump having sex with daughter he found particularly irresistible. After for a while my mother and her then husband moved back into the townspeople he lived. They got in trace and they got caught up over coffee at a local anaesthetic store. She had moved on, she was in dear with someone else and the dearest for him had been forgotten. He was disappointed but realized that he could still bear 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 aphrodisiac since they had last met. He had sex with her but she was different from other girls. With other young woman 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 trusted she'd get pregnant. A few calendar month later, her hubby income tax return, and she finds out she's significant. Her married man leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and delay 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 moment. This explains why mom always claimed not to know who my forefather was. She really has no idea who it is, but I do now.

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

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

"So do I have other sib ?"

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

He takes a tone pad off the table side by side to him and writes some things down.

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

I take the paper and look down at the five addresses and the names written side by side to them. They're the names of the female parent and my sibling 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 fourth dimension left next-to-last. I just didn't want to leave you with questions."

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

The next day I head into work, remote in my pocket. I get a span of weird aspect 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 to a greater extent done in an hour that our fastest masses 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 brunet charwoman with pale tegument named James Whitcomb Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her crank. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a bitch, everyone hates her. I give her smart ass reception. I shouldn't talk back to her but I can't help it. She's clear pissed off that I'm getting plus and is trying to knock me down a peg in her own passive belligerent way.

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

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

Her brass turns a little read, wild at my reaction. She goes on a rant on how I have to bequeath more than distance for ten bit before walking away. From the figurehead she's not much, B cup tits, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does take the nicest ass. She wore leggings today and her ass riffle with each of her heavy, wild steps as she storms away. My dick starts growing, and I can't resist.

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

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the conveyor belt ammunition and leans over the box to depend at the label. Perfect. I hit pause on the remote control and walk of life over to her and slap her left ass buttock with all my strength, a couple of times. I sliding my fingers into the waistband of her legging and pull them all the way down to her articulatio talocruralis and give her ass few more smacks on the same English. I then spread her perfect ass and get a in force look as her pussy and asshole. I can't resist slipping between her legs and eating her pussy for a bit. My clapper slips up and down her prick and circles her clit before I suck on it for a bit. She tastes damn good and it's only making my rooster harder. I tongue her hole a bit and shove my fingers in. I start to notice that her body is reacting to the stimulation even though times is frozen. Her pussy is getting soaked, and I'm cook to take full vantage of the position I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one hand and liner my prick up to her dripping wet hole with the other. I slam into her as knockout as I can, I'm not trying to be courteous. I pump my cock in her as hard as I can. I grab a hand for of her hair and pull her head back as I piston in and out, making loud 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 speed. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my knees start to buckle a little as I release a massive warhead into her waiting slit. I groan with each passing wave as I unload Mexican valium after roach inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drip down her thigh. My cock is still hard though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her asshole and line my rooster up with it and hurtle my cock hard into her tight ass, up to the base. I want this to hurt, I grab her hips with both helping hand and embark on slamming into her asshole, over and over. I smack her Brobdingnagian ass until it's a deep red. I can find myself getting ready to cum again so I give her one net expert, difficult poking 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 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 play button. Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her peg buckle and start to stir, she has her arm on the box to suffer her. Her breathing is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face blossom study 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 calmness back a trivial before running off on her still shaky legs. I smile and get back to workplace. I'm gon na enjoy having the power to screw whoever I want .