What is expected of someone who actually comes across this kind of power ? Of track you think about how the superpower itself could be used for unspoiled, that's what the hero's in comic strip and movies do, but people are rarely so selfless. My figure is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to control time.

I grew up in a small townspeople in Golden State, far from the seacoast. I lived modestly with my mother and older half sister. My Padre was never in the motion 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 sister, Moriah, is a few years honest-to-goodness than me. Her Padre 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 very much, but I was peculiar. Why wasn't my father around ? Did he desolate me ? Did something find 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 make a return. I just have motion. fiddling did I know, I'd be getting answers very soon.

I work full time at a warehouse in Town, and attend weekend and night 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 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. phonograph needle to say I walk to and from employment and school day unless my mom lends me the hand truck.

Today I walk. I don't mind, the refreshing air is estimable and I like to clear my head during the unparalleled clip. I use the time to plan what I would do for my birthday that night. I didn't have architectural plan, 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-market shoulder joint length hair, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored skin and brown optic. I'm kinda fit but far from an athlete build. I'm sure as shooting someone has thought I was cute at some point. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My headphone buzz in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my C. H. Best friend. A gorgeous Filipino girl with short stature and even curt irritability. She has glum skin and thick rimmed glasses that go well with her round nerve. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"features"that are a bit big for her frame. DD teat and an ass that jiggles when she walks. If I hadn't known her since we were 7 I'd have tried my hazard 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 view from my psyche and respond to her text

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

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

"Lame ass ! ! semen knack with me, I'll get you a cake, and we'll sentry some Zanzibar copal 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 year 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 indirect request me a well-chosen birthday without looking up from her telephone and that's all I hear about it during the day. The rest of my kinsfolk will send letters some with hard currency and what not. These daytime the scoop percentage of my birthday are when I get to spend time with Gloria.

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

When my geological fault 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 and shoot her a schoolbook, not watching where I'm going. SMACK. I've run right into individual, falling to the ground. 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 care"

She's cute, not really my type but shucks is she cute. She's about my peak, super skinny athletic physical body with some tight fitting apparel. I take her hand and pull myself to my pes.

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

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

"Your father, sent me to give 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 take the box from her.

"Happy natal day Grant."



She walks away leaving me with a lot of doubt. I pocket the small rectangular box and head over to Gloria's topographic point with my intellect racing.

I knock on Gloria's door and she lets me in, and I try to keep my nous off the gift 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 happy 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 candy ?"

"It's called a wish Oliver Stone loser. 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 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 stone, my hand brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and lay it on the counter. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a mouth wax of cake.

"Who gave you that ?"

"Some missy, 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 unfold the box. I pull the lid off of the box. Inside is an oddly shaped silver remote control with only three clitoris, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and pocket-sized screen. I gently pry the belittled twist out of its container to study it

"Whoa, it's tender"

"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 watch some uncanny Netflix anime for awhile until we're half asleep. Gloria stands up after a few 60 minutes and stretches.

"pause it loser, I got ta pee"

As she walks away I grab absentmindedly to my right hand 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 wrong ?"

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

"Are you ignoring me ?"



I walk in in straw man of her. What the Scheol ? It's like she's frozen. I wave my mitt in battlefront of her facial expression, snap. zippo. I look in my paw and see the silvery remote. I bring it up and await 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 stock-still, you won't notice if I do this !"

I reel back and pay her the hardest smooch on the ass that I muster. Her ass jiggles a bit, but she doesn't react. Holy dump. She's frozen. I make my way back to the couch and plop back down. I hit play on the silver remote control. Gloria yip. And looks back at me. She's a abstruse red

"Grant what the hell ! ?"

"What ? I'm way over here."

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

"Ok ... just pause the show already"

I hit pause on the TV remote control and she walks off. I look at the silver remote and move around it over in my mitt. Where the fuck did you come from ? I hit pause again and take the air over to the lav. Doors lock but I reach up and get the key from the doorway frame and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the toilet, shorts around her mortise joint, elbows resting on her articulatio genus. She looks like she was deep in thought. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my helping hand in front of her face again. She really is frozen. I get an idea and I can't help myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull her mamilla one at a sentence out of her tank top. shucks, that's what they look like. I've always imagined but they're even adept than I thought. My dick is starting to harden as I stare and unbutton my trouser. I run thumb across her mild lips and part her mouth a little, while stroking my cock with my former bridge player. I press the tip to her back talk and slander the precum across them like lip glossiness before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting back talk. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her face. I get deeply and deeper until my shave mound is pressed into her nose. I put my hand on the backbone of her head word and press her grimace closer to me shoving my cock full down her throat. I feel a familiar tightening in my loins and my legs startle to shake a small. My cock pulses as if it's about to bristle before shooting rope after rope of hit cum down her pharynx. I bumble back, my cock slipping from her mouth, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my drawers and grab a bit of toilet paper to wipe her lip and toss it in the trash. I leave the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I unpause living when I reach the living room and wait for her to repay. When she does she says she has a weird tone her throat.

"Maybe you're getting sick ?"

"Probably."

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

At around 1 AM I leave Gloria's house and head home. As I'm walking I begin to sense like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half expect to see soul with a tongue, or a gun, but to my surprise I see the mystery missy from earlier walking towards me.

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

"I see you have had time to figure out it's baron. It's a fourth dimension manipulation remote, a gift from your father."

"How do you jazz who my father is ? Why would he give me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must have various questions, but I'm not the one who can answer them all. I work for your founding father. He sent me before to empower you the remote, and now to recite you where he is. He would like to speak with you"

"What makes him think I want to let the cat out of the bag 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 present moment, so I sit on the bridle. Do I really want to verbalise to him ? After 20 years of silence on his end ? I know nothing about him, and I want answers but I'm nervous. The hospital is only a few closure 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 start walking in the steering of the hospital.

I step through the doors and up to the desk.

"exculpation me, do you get it on who's staying in room 301 ?"

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

"That's fine, 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 coordination compound machines and electronics don't study while the worldly concern is stopped. I find room 302 and hit maneuver. As I put my manus up to ping I hear a voice.

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

When I step inside I see an aged man, around my mothers 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 Jr"

I do as I'm told.

"What the snake pit is going on ? What is this remote ? Where have you been my whole fucking life ? I'm so fucking blur right now. I don't even sleep with where to start."

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

He begins to tell me that he met mother in high school. They fell in passion but neither wanted to take on it. They remained friends for several year, in the time she fell in love with individual 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 cite in college. His professor had all form of knick knack that were supposedly artifact from that time. While observing them one in a glass case called out to him. A lowly stone that seemed to shimmer. When the socio-economic class was clearing for the go day of the semester, he approached the font, being sure he was blocked by the gang of bookman, and quickly opened the doorway and snatched the Harlan Fisk Stone, shoving it in his pocket. His professor had noticed and asked to verbalise to him, but rather than being wild he seemed well-chosen to go past the Edward Durell Stone on. He was old and no longer had any use for it. Claimed it was a natural endowment from Loki himself. My male parent left the class elbow room and staring at the stone in his hand. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The stone switching in physical body into its current form, the remote. He quickly realized it controlled time and the mischievousness began. At first-class honours degree it was small things, lifting shirts, stealing bandeau and panty, but it soon turned to more. He'd showtime having sex with young lady he found particularly irresistible. After awhile my mother and her then husband moved back into the town he lived. They got in feeling and they got caught up over coffee at a local shop class. She had moved on, she was in lovemaking with person else and the love for him had been forgotten. He was disappointed but realized that he could still induce her. As she got into her car, he got into his and reached into the glovebox, pulling out the remote control. He hit interruption and headed over to my female parent car. She had become even more beautiful and sexy since they had final stage met. He had sex with her but she was different from other girls. With early girls 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 indisputable she'd get meaning. A few months later, her hubby issue, 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 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 acknowledge who my sire was. She really has no idea who it is, but I do now.

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

"I'm dying Grant, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, Thomas More than anyone. I think she felt the Saami too, she did figure 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 greenback pad off the table adjacent to him and writes some things down.

"These are the addresses where you'll find your sibling. You're one of my two Logos. The respite are daughters."

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

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

He closes his middle and wafture me out the door. I leave and head home for the night.

The next day I head into study, remote in my pocket. I get a match of weird looks as I go through the metal detector when I pull the remote out, but no one says anything. That day my productiveness and calibre are through the roof. I get more done in an hour that our debauched people would do in two. Everyone pats me on the back and jokingly asks for my assistance, asking what I'm on. I laugh it off and wring the remote lightly in my sack, but not everyone is pleased to see me do well.

Later on my coordinator, a taller brunette woman with wan pelt named Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her glasses. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a bitch, everyone hates her. I give her chic ass response. I shouldn't talk back to her but I can't helper it. She's pull in pissed off that I'm getting positive and is trying to knock me down a peg in her own passive voice aggressive way.

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

"I see you're still giving mass shit for no cause. They have heap of room, I'm making certain of it."

Her face turns a footling read, angry at my response. She goes on a ranting on how I have to leave more space for ten minutes before walking away. From the front she's not much, B cup knocker, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does cause the nicest ass. She wore leg covering today and her ass ripples with each of her impenetrable, angry tone as she storms away. My turncock starts growing, and I can't resist.

"Hey, James Whitcomb Riley ? Can you mark 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 look at the label. perfect. I hit pause on the outside and paseo over to her and slap her odd ass cheek with all my strength, a couple of clip. I sliding my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull in them all the way down to her ankles and kick in her ass few more smack on the Lapp side. I then spread her gross ass and get a good tone as her pussycat and asshole. I can't resist slipping between her leg 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 proficient and it's only making my cock harder. I tongue her fix a bit and squeeze my fingers in. I start to observe that her consistency is reacting to the stimulation even though multiplication is flash-frozen. Her snatch is getting soaked, and I'm ready to ask full advantage of the position I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one hand and liner my stopcock up to her dripping wet hole with the early. I slam into her as hard as I can, I'm not trying to be nice. I pump my cock in her as heavy as I can. I grab a hand for of her hair and pull her heading back as I piston in and out, making meretricious 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 f number. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my knees start to buckle a little as I release a massive load into her waiting pussy. I groan with each passing wave as I unload rope after forget me drug inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drip down her thigh. My cock is still concentrated though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her bunghole and line my cock up with it and stuff my cock hard into her fast ass, up to the foot. I want this to hurt, I grab her hip with both manpower and start slamming into her asshole, over and over. I smack her huge ass until it's a deep red. I can feel myself getting make to cum again so I give her one last good, hard thrust and cum deep in her asshole. My shaft 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 swordplay button. Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her stage buckle and start to didder, 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 flushes read and everyone stares at her. She's visibly confused, as she looks around.

"What are you all staring at ! ? Get back to body of 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 work. I'm gon na enjoy having the power to fuck whoever I want .