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This story is about a guy who finds he has the ability to stop time. If you don't like the concept, don't read it.

For those of you still reading, this is very different from my usual stories. It actually was the first request for a story I ever got, right after I posted my first story some two and a half years ago. I think the request was to “write a story about some guy who can stop time and then fucks girls while time's stopped.” It wasn't my usual type of story, but I thought it was unusual enough a request to try it. I tried to come up with ways to write it several times, but never got anywhere. Then just recently, this idea popped into my head. A few things before it starts. There is next to nothing sexual in Day 1, that's why I grouped this story with Day 2. Day 1 is just an introduction to the character and situation, things I felt were necessary to make the story work – I tried to keep it as short as possible. Day 2 is where the fun stuff comes in. I have a Day 3 in the works, but I'm not sure where I'm going after that. If people like it, I'll keep adding chapters. If people don't like it, I won't. And if people have ideas about where the story should go or things that should happen, send me a message (I read comments, but I don't take them too seriously, I find PMs to be a better form of communication). That being said, I hope you enjoy the story.

Day 1 - Wednesday

Warren woke up to his alarm going off. He had been dreaming about Sarah again. He hated it when he dreamed about Sarah. He didn't even really like Sarah. They used to be friends in elementary school. In middle school, she had basically stopped talking to him. But now that they had been in high school a few months, she just tortured him. It was like her way to get into the cool crowd was to make fun of him. And apparently it worked, as she now hung out with some of the hottest, richest, and most popular girls in school, not to mention the guys that were usually around them.

Warren pounded his fist into the side of his bed as these thoughts ran through his mind. He then finally turned off the alarm and looked down at his morning wood. He slammed his fist into the bed again as he was ashamed that thoughts of Sarah were what probably caused it while he slept.

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, Warren sat up and tried to think about his day. He immediately cringed. He used to love his life. He had friends in elementary school, even in middle school. People he could talk to and enjoy life with. He still didn't know how it all broke off. He didn't think he had changed. Then again, maybe that was the problem. Now most his old friends were interested in sports or partying or just trying to get girls. Warren wasn't and didn't pretend to be. He hated sports, had no hand-eye coordination and didn't see the fun in watching them. He had been to a couple parties, but he never had anyone to hang out with at them and just found them awkward and didn't want to go to anymore. And as for girls, well, he didn't see any that were worth the time. Sure some were hot, but they just seemed to be huge bitches to him, and he really didn't want to deal with that. Warren was pretty much a loner. He had a few friends left, though all they did most the time was play online games together. Because of this, and the fact that he got really good grades, he was looked at as one of the nerds of his class.

Warren slammed his fist into the headboard of his bed, trying to stop thinking about all of this.

Then he worked up the determination to start yet another day. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. He pulled off his boxers and looked in the mirror. Briefly, it crossed his mind that he didn't know why he wasn't more popular, as his body wasn't bad. Roughly five foot eight, just a bit on the skinny side, but probably more muscular than most (he never knew where it came from, his mom said it was from his dad's side of the family, but there was no way for him to know about that), and an average looking face, definitely not bad. Hating when he judged himself like this and tried to figure things out rather than just accept them, he quickly jumped in the shower.

The shower was Warren's favorite part of the day. It was completely relaxing, the hot water washing away the rest of his life temporarily. And getting off in the shower is what actually gave him the strength to get through the day. It made him forget his problems and feel better about himself.

So he began to rub his still semi-hard dick as the hot water ran over him. He couldn't help but think of Sarah, as she was the last girl to be on his mind. He didn't always think about her, he thought about some of the other hot girls at school, and about movie stars and online porn stars sometimes, but right now it was Sarah. He had long since stopped caring who he thought about when he jacked off. It didn't really matter to him, it was just a means to an end.

He pictured pulling Sarah's shirt off. Fondling her tits. Slapping them with his dick. Then getting her on her knees and sticking his dick in her mouth. He felt his hips start to thrust as if he was thrusting into her mouth. He was getting close. He placed one hand in front of him, holding Sarah's imaginary head in place as he thrust his hips, whacking off with the other. He started quietly moaning and was just about to hit his climax.

His head spun at the sound of the door slamming open, “Stop wanking and get out of the shower, other people need to use it too!”

“Get the fuck out of here!” His scream had partially interrupted his sister, but it was pointless and too late. She slammed the door closed as soon as she finished. And before she had finished, Warren had felt his cum dribble down his hand. He had climaxed as he yelled. She had ruined the best part of his day.

Pissed off, Warren cursed and rushed through the rest of his shower, really pissed off that the bathroom door didn't have a lock. He dried off quickly, put his boxers on, and headed back out to his room. Julie, his bitch sister who was three years older than him, was waiting just outside the bathroom door in a robe. She gave him a glare with her eyes, but a smirk with her mouth. He ignored her and walked to his room as she slammed the bathroom door closed behind her.

Warren got dressed quickly and headed downstairs with his book bag before his sister had finished her shower. His mom was in the kitchen in a business suit eating her breakfast.

“Can you tell Julie not to walk in on me in the shower?”

His mom looked up at him. “I don't think she meant anything by it, she just wanted you to hurry up. Sometimes you use all the hot water.”

Warren felt his face turn red. “Are you kidding me? You yelled at me last year for accidentally walking in on her and she purposefully walks in on me and you say its okay?”

His mom gave him a stern look, “That was different, Warren.”

Warren threw his hands up in the air. “What the–,” he got out before stopping himself. Instead of finishing, he walked over and grabbed a packet of Pop-Tarts. As he walked towards the front door, he calmly shouted back, “Fuck you. I wish dad was here.”

He heard a “You get–” before he had closed the door. He wasn't sure if she was going to tell him to get back there or get out of there. Either way, Warren quickly walked down his yard and down the street towards the bus stop.

He was there early and knew he would be waiting for at least fifteen minutes. He thought about how stupid his last comment was there. His parents weren't divorced. And by their claim, they weren't even separated. They just lived in different places. But when one's dad has lived in Japan without coming back for eleven of the fifteen years one has been alive, he may as well be dead. Warren doesn't even know his dad. Maybe he wouldn't have helped in the situation. He just hoped that a male in the house would side with him. It seems to him like his mom always sides with his sister.

Like when he had walked in on his sister in the bathroom. It had actually been a little less than a year ago. He had no idea she was in there, the door wasn't fully closed, he just thought the wind had blown it mostly shut. He opened the door to go take a shower only to be greeted by his sister's naked ass. She was bent over pulling up her panties, her bra already on, so all he saw was her ass.

Warren quickly turned around and shut the door, apologizing profusely and genuinely embarrassed. But Julie didn't buy it. She thought he did it on purpose, cursed him out, and told their mother he was spying on her, which his mother believed, yelling at Warren and cutting off his online gaming for nearly a month.

And now his sister had purposefully barged in on him as he showered and she got nothing for it. In fact, he got scolded for taking showers that were too long.

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of a car coming up from behind him. He looked over just in time to see Julie smiling at him and flipping him off as she drove by.

Warren gritted his teeth and tried to stop all his thoughts as he waited for the bus.

When the bus finally arrived, he got on along with the few other people at his stop. As usual, a couple legs darted out and tried to trip him, but by this point Warren was used to this and was totally adept at noticing and stepping over them.

Hoping for an empty seat, but not finding one, Warren took the only other seat he knew he wouldn't get shit for taking – next to an eleventh grade nerd name Margaret. She was actually a couple inches taller than him, big frizzy blond hair, big ears, a slightly crooked nose, freckles, and a dorky smile covered in dental gear. She wore a plaid, knee-length skirt with a white-button down shirt tucked into it. She wore almost this exact same outfit nearly every day. She was just a little bit overweight, but that was probably okay given her over-sized tits. They looked best on the days she hid them, when she had a sweater or jacket covering them. On the days she didn't, they looked like they overfilled whatever bra she was wearing, which made them look unnatural. The girl was definitely fashion-challenged.

Margaret gave Warren what appeared to be a creepy smile as he sat next to her. Not wanting to ruin his only seat on the bus, he tried to smile back at her, but it came out totally half-assed. He quickly pulled out his iPod to distract him for the rest of the trip.

School for the most part wasn't as bad. He sat around and paid attention as the teachers taught. His least favorite part of the day was between classes, when he had to walk the halls. He wasn't a regular target of bullying, it wasn't like anyone directly targeted him, at least not usually, but if one of the upperclassmen felt the need to pick on someone, it was usually the so-called nerds like him that got targeted.

Luckily, the class Warren hated most was first period, so it was all uphill after that. It was his English class. Not that Warren disliked English, he actually had thoroughly enjoyed the subject over the years. He liked stories, something to escape into. However, he hated his teacher this year. Well, that's not entirely accurate. Ms. Burkhart was a fantastic teacher. She was really good at getting her students interested in the material and involved in discussions about it. And she was hot. She was 27, and would've looked younger, if she didn't dress and act so professionally in front of the class. She was shorter than most students at five foot four, she was a little on the skinny side, had probably B-cup boobs, and an ass that looked great in the business-style pants she wore most days.

No Warren didn't hate her. He actually really liked her. And he thought she was just as hot as the rest of the class. The problem was that the more popular kids practically laid claim to her. They would raise their hands most in class, get called on most, and they'd stick around and talk to her after class. She wouldn't throw them out to make the time for other kids, like Warren, who actually wanted to talk to her about the books sometimes, rather than just hang out with her because she was 'the cool teacher.'

Warren was ecstatic when the bell rang, nearly racing out of the classroom and moving on to his next.

He made it safely through most of the day, until the period before lunch let out. He was stopped at his locker when a tenth grader purposefully bumped into him. It really wasn't a bad push, but Warren's feet had just been in the wrong position as it happened and his legs fell out behind him as his head bumped into his locker. He had hit his head hard, but not enough to really bother him. The tenth grader just walked away laughing. This didn't really bother him. What bothered him is that Sarah, Val (short for Valerie) and Tammy – three of the most popular girls in the school – saw it and felt the need to add their two cents.

“Ooooohhhh,” Val began, “Someone got a boo-boo. Maybe you should go see the nurse!” She put an extra emphasis on the word 'see.'

Then Tammy added, “Yeah, you should really get down to the nurse – or maybe get up for the nurse.” She put extra emphasis on the words 'down' and 'up.'

Sarah laughed but added no comment of her own. Of course, she shouldn't necessarily be singled out, as just about everyone else in the hallway laughed too. But it was Sarah's fault everyone was laughing at the jokes.

In sixth grade, Warren had gone to the school nurse for a physical. While having his balls checked though, Warren got a boner. It was the first time that someone had touched his balls since he had started puberty and couldn't help it. Of course it didn't hurt that the school nurse was pretty hot. In reality, she was 34 at the time, though she looked closer to 26 or 28. Beyond her flawless face and hair, her ample chest and hips were too big to hide, despite how hard the nurse tried to hide them in conservative outfits.

The nurse didn't say anything, she just continued her exam then moved on. Warren never told anyone about it. And he actually guessed the same thing happened to some other boys too, given how attractive the nurse was. However, the problem came in the fact that the school nurse was Sarah's mother. At some point, who knows if it was back in sixth grade or just before ninth started, it doesn't really matter, her mom must have told her. And on the first day of high school, Sarah went around telling everyone, which had two effects. First, it got Sarah into the popular group, as they thought her story was funny. And second, it made sure Warren made no new friends in high school, as no one wanted to be associated with the kid with the hots for the school nurse.

Picking himself off the ground, Warren barely even turned red, he was so used to these comments. He cursed at Sarah under his breath. Of course it made it worse that Sarah's mom was the head district nurse, meaning that she traveled between the high school, middle school, and the elementary schools helping out with the major nursing stuff – like lice checks and physicals – so he still had to see her sometimes in the high school building. But still, that thing happened in sixth grade – three years ago – why couldn't they get over it?

Every time it got brought up, Warren wanted to tell Sarah how he thought her mom was hotter than her. Her mom's naturally beautiful face and hair was much hotter than Sarah's obvious (at least to him) make-up covered acne and overly-done hair. And her body was way too skinny with nearly no curves. It couldn't even hold a candle to her mom's! Or he could go to the principal and tell the principal that the district nurse disclosed that information, which would probably get her fired. Of course, he didn't have the balls to go do that.

So Warren did nothing. He knew anything would just make things worse. So he finished stuffing his bag into his locker and headed to lunch. He sat at literally the only table in the cafeteria with less than five people. The closest in numbers was a group of seven kids that were horrible dirtbags and smelled miserable, but apparently could stand each other's smell as they all sat together. Warren's table was just him and three other guys – Frank, Patrick, and Bob – almost always talking about the latest in video games. No one ever sat with them. In fact, people would often take the spare chairs from their table over to another already full table. At the beginning of the year, this had bothered him, but by now, he had just grown used to it. Pat invited everyone over to his place after school to play the latest game he had gotten. Warren readily agreed, pissed off at the day and not wanting to go home.

The rest of the day went by faster, perhaps because Warren knew he didn't have to go home immediately after school. He was slightly less depressed, but still pissed at his sister, his mom, Sarah, her mom, Ms. Burkhart, nearly all the kids in his school, and just generally pissed at life.

As soon as school ended, he caught a ride with Pat's older brother over to Pat's house. Warren took out all of his anger on the video game, yelling far more than usual. He stayed til seven, eating some of the casserole that Pat's mom made for dinner. Just after seven, Pat's brother drove all of his friend's home.

Getting out of the car and walking toward the house, Warren felt his anger at the morning flow back into him. It didn't help that the weather had turned to crap. It must have downpoured while he was at Pat's, as everything was soaked, and it was still lightly drizzling. He cursed as his foot fell into a hole where a stone was missing from the walkway up into the house, leaving a dirt hole that had turned into a big mud puddle from the rain.

Warren opened the front door. He started to take his shoes off so as not to track mud into the house, but then he saw there already were a couple muddy footprints on the floor inside the door, obviously from his sister's shoes. Assuming it had to be cleaned anyhow and wanting to get out of the drizzle, Warren stepped onto those muddy footprints and bent down to take off his shoes.

“Mom! Warren made the floor all muddy!”

Warren, still bent over, looked up to see his sister smiling at him from the end of the hall. He quickly finished taking off his shoes and was going to go yell at her when his mother stepped in from the kitchen. Before he could say anything, his mother started complaining.

“Come on, Warren! You know I hate it when you guys bring mud into the house. Now I'm going to have to mop the floor.”

Warren staring at his sister said, “The floor was already muddy from her, I just–”

“Warren, don't try to blame this on your sister. You already tried to blame your long showers on her today, take some res–”

“Shut the–”

Warren stopped mid-yell as he interrupted his mom. His face had cringed in anger as he yelled and after that second word, he felt a sharp sting just inside his forehead. It wasn't a horribly painful sting, just unexpected, and like nothing he had felt before. He had stopped yelling out of surprise rather than pain.

He looked up, surprised that neither his mother or his sister had said anything in the brief silence. He saw both standing perfectly still. “Great,” he said, starting to walk away, “give me the silent treatment. That's the best thing you could possibly do.”

As he stepped by his mother, Warren stopped. He took a step back and looked at her. Her hand was partially raised, and she was still staring at where he had been standing. Not only that, but her hair, which had bounced a bit while she had scolded him was slightly up in the air, seemingly frozen.

Confused, Warren looked down the hall a bit to his sister. She stood their, smiling, arms crossed, but also seemingly frozen. Then looking around, Warren saw nothing else was moving. Out the window in the front door, he saw a few rain drops suspended in the air. And he noticed there were no sounds. Nothing.

“Weird,” he said to himself. He moved until he was standing directly in front of his mother and waved his hand in front of her face.

No reaction.

He poked her shoulder.

No reaction.

Then he smiled to himself. He concluded he must be in some kind of dream. And in the mood he was in, there was only one thing he wanted to do. Slowly, Warren pulled his arm back, and then whipped his hand as hard as he could against his mother's face.

No reaction.

Well, not totally, her head had twisted slightly to the side, but besides that, she looked the same. But man did his hand sting. And Warren could do nothing but smile. All his aggression came out in that one swing. He turned away from his mother and looked towards the door again.

He went over to it and, careful not to step in the mud, pulled the door open. He could see lights on in other houses, but he couldn't see movement. Through the frozen raindrops, he could see silhouettes frozen in windows. Trees were slightly leaned as if they were blowing in the wind, but they weren't moving. And there was no wind.

“Cool,” Warren announced. This was the best dream he had ever had.

Warren closed the door and turned around. His eyes immediately locked in on his smiling sister. Staring at her, he felt anger pour through him. He was going to have some fun with this dream! As he began to step forward to approach his sister, he couldn't help cringing his face with all the anger he was holding in towards her.

And then he felt that sharp sting inside his forehead again.

Then his mother screamed and fell to the floor. Julie ran over to see what wrong with her mom. And Warren freaked out. Suddenly his dream had ended. And it no longer felt like a dream – it felt like stone cold reality. He had slapped his mom as hard as he could and now she was feeling it. Freaked out, Warren rushed down the hallway and upstairs to his room.

Trying to avoid thinking, he started up an online game on his laptop.

And surprisingly quickly, he forgot what had happened. He put it off to some kind of ridiculous daydream. He figured if something had really happened, his mom or his sister would have come up here to yell at him or something. Shortly after 11:00, he shut down his laptop, stripped to his boxers, and went to bed.

Day 2 - Thursday

Warren woke up to his alarm going off. He had no recollection about what he was dreaming about. He felt his usual anger towards life and the beginning of the day, but nothing extra, which generally was a good sign for him. He shut off his alarm and got up to head to the shower.

When he was in the hallway just about to get in the bathroom, he heard his sister shout, “Don't jerk off today, I need some time to do my hair after I shower!”

Suddenly, memories of the day before flooded back into him. Julie had burst in on his shower. His mom had not only not yelled at her, but blamed him for it. Getting pushed over in the hallway and made fun of for liking the nurse. His sister blaming him for the muddy prints she left behind solely to get him in trouble.

Warren slammed the door and started up the shower. 'Don't jerk off' he thought to himself, 'right.' His hand started rubbing up and down his quickly hardening dick. 'Well, I'm definitely going to jerk off now, and not only that, I'm going to jerk off to thoughts of you!'

This wouldn't be the first time Warren jerked off to thoughts of his sister. But it wasn't something that happened a lot. He didn't do it because he wanted to hook up with her, he did it because, in his mind, he thought it would really piss her off and disgust her if she knew he did that. It gave him a strange satisfaction to be doing something she would hate if she knew it was happening.

And so Warren started rubbing his dick, imagining the time he had walked in on Julie, bent over pulling up her panties. He imagined rubbing his dick through the tight crack in her ass he had seen. Then he imagined slowly pushing his dick into the tiny asshole he had only gotten the slightest view of.

It didn't take long before Warren was approaching his climax. He imagined Julie kneeling in front of him, complaining, not wanting him to shoot his load in her face, but also doing nothing to stop him. As one hand continued to rub his dick, his other hand reached out to hold Julie's imaginary, pleading head. And then rocket after rocket of sperm shot out, in Warren's mind coating Julie's bitchy face, but in reality soaking the far wall of the shower.

After coming down, Warren quickly finished his shower, dried off, and put his boxers on. As he was leaving the bathroom, Julie was again waiting by the doorway.

“About time,” she complained.

Warren looked at her, but instead of saying something back, he merely smiled as he envisioned his cum covering Julie's face.

“What makes you so happy this morning?”

Warren did not respond and simply turned back towards his room. He heard Julie mutter “sick-o” before she closed the bathroom door.

'If only you knew,' he thought to himself, before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

In the kitchen, Warren saw his mom standing by the toaster rubbing her cheek.

In the good mood he was in, he asked, “You okay?”

His mother nearly jumped, turning around and dropping her hand, revealing a slightly reddened cheek that she tried to cover up, unsuccessfully, with makeup. “Oh, yeah, I just, I don't know what I did yesterday, but I must have brushed my face against something or a bug bit me or something. I remember complaining about you not taking care of your muddy shoes, and then my face just suddenly hurt a lot.”

Warren's daydream from the day before came back to him, but he quickly brushed it away. 'No,' he thought to himself, 'that couldn't have happened.'

Looking at his mom, he just said, “Weird.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “it is weird.”

Then Warren poured himself a bowl of cereal.

Later on the bus, Warren was continuing to have a good day, managing to find a seat to himself, giving him the room and time to do all of that day's homework on the ride to school.

Then things started to go downhill. In first period at school, Ms. Burkhart was holding a class-wide discussion about the book they were reading, having just hit the halfway point. Warren had finished the first half a few days earlier, having really gotten into the book, and was looking forward to this. But all of the popular kids in the class started raising their hands and wanted to say what they thought of the book. And they had the stupidest things to say about it, totally missing the social commentary about rich snobs that Warren had taken from it. He kept trying to raise his hand to bring it up, but she just wouldn't call on him.

At one point, when Ms. Burkhart was trying to discuss the actions of the characters, Tammy raised her hand, which Ms. Burkhart of course called on immediately, and said, “Well, I think it's just good that they're having fun.”

Warren immediately closed his eyes, trying really hard not to yell. In the story, the rich characters were doing many things that amused themselves at the cost of the lower economic classes, hurting some people directly, and here Tammy thought it was 'just good that they're having fun?'

As he thought about her comment again, blocking everything else out, Warren felt himself cringe. This was followed quickly by a vaguely familiar stinging just inside his forehead.

Warren's eyes opened immediately. The entire classroom had stopped. Ms. Burkhart had her mouth open, mid-word, and was frozen looking at Tammy. Tammy must have been playing with her hair, which was now frozen around her finger. There were several hands up in the air, but none were moving in the least, just stuck in place.

'No way,' Warren thought. 'This can't be real.'

First, he raised his hand.

No reaction.

Then waved it around.

No reaction.

Then he stood up and yelled, “Ms. Burkhart!”

No reaction.

Then he jumped on his desk and shouted, “Fuck all you guys!”

No reaction.

Warren jumped off his desk and was about to go towards the front of the room when he remembered the night before. Time had suddenly stopped, but just as suddenly it had started again. And his mother still had a mark from where he'd smacked her. He wasn't sure if this was real, if this was a daydream, or what the fuck was going on, but he was suddenly terrified of being caught if this was real and time suddenly started again.

He quickly got back in his seat. He sat there, quietly, while everyone else was frozen in place, waiting for time to start again. While he did this, he tried to figure out not only how it had stopped, but how it had started the night before. He remembered the stinging inside his forehead, as if the front most part of his brain had gotten a very quick electric shock, and figured that had started, but he wasn't sure how he had caused it.

As for it stopping, he didn't have much in the way of ideas. He concluded that it must have just stopped after a certain amount of time. This explanation didn't exactly make sense to him, but neither did the fact that time had stopped at all.

After what seemed like several minutes, Warren starting getting pissed off. He could've fucked around with so many people in that time! But he was terrified the second he moved time would start again. So really all he wanted was for time to start. He looked up at the clock on the wall for a bit, though it wasn't moving. As the anger built up inside him, he suddenly shouted, “Start!” As he did so, his face cringed, and he felt that sharp pain inside his forehead again.

And the class was continuing as if nothing had happened.

Warren, however, was ignoring it. He had forgotten he had felt the pain when time had started up again the night before, he only remembered it when it stopped. So, somehow, Warren was in control of these stops that were happening. He was stopping time, then starting it again. But he didn't know how.

For the remainder of the period, Warren tried to stop time again. He tried everything he could think of. He tried thinking 'stop.' He tried wishing it to stop. He tried focusing on that part of his forehead where he felt the stinging. He tried mouthing the word 'stop.' He even tried cringing, because he remembered that had happened each time. And he tried combinations of several of the above.

Yet none were working. And other people in the class started looking at him weird. But he didn't stop.

Less than a minute from the end of the period, Warren was getting frustrated and really pissed that it wasn't working. In his last ditch effort, he tried staring at the clock trying to force his thought 'stop' onto it while cringing and focusing on where he had felt the stinging.

It failed. In his frustration, Warren cringed and thought, 'Damn!'

And then he felt it again.

Warren looked up and the class was stopped. Most the other kids had been talking amongst themselves for the final minute, so they were looking every which way, but not a single one was moving. Ms. Burkhart was turned around facing the board, one arm raised writing something.

At first, Warren was just ecstatic he had pulled it off again. He began thinking about what had just happened, and figured that the stopping and starting must have something to do with his frustration or anger. The first time it stopped when he was angry at his mom and cringed, then started when he had cringed while angry at his sister. Then it had stopped when he cringed in anger at his classmates' stupidity. Then it started when he cringed in anger that it wasn't starting on its own. And now it had stopped when he cringed in anger at not being able to stop it.

Warren was about to test his theory and try to start time again when Ms. Burkhart caught his eye. Her ass looked incredible the way she was standing! She was slightly leaned in and up writing on the top of the board with her butt the tiniest bit pointed outwards with her pants the slightest bit up her ass, showing a tiny hint of her ass crack.

Thoughts raged through Warren's mind as he contemplated his dilemma. He doesn't fully understand how this power he seems to have works, he could set it off by accident and start time. On the other hand, he knew he would hate himself the rest of his life if he didn't go up and feel Ms. Burkhart's hot ass.

While he thought about this, Warren continued to stare at her ass. It was probably that fact above all others that led him to finally say, “Fuck it!”

Warren stood up and slowly walked to the front of the class. He turned to look at the rest of his classmates – none had moved. Pretty confident that time was going to stay stopped, Warren turned around merely a couple feet behind Ms. Burkhart. For a few seconds, he just stood there staring. Then, he slowly reached forward and placed his hands on her ass. At first he didn't squeeze, he just stared at his hands resting on Ms. Burkhart's ass. After admiring that for several seconds, Warren suddenly closed his eyes and squeezed hard.

Her ass mushed in his hands. It wasn't a big ass. In fact, it was rather small. But it felt incredible to Warren, who had never touched a girl in a sexual way before, and his only experience even seeing a half naked girl was accidentally walking in on his sister. He rolled her cheeks in his hands, squeezed each cheek alternately, even pushed her ass cheeks together and pulled them apart through her pants.

Eventually, her ass just wasn't enough for him. Keeping his eyes closed, he slid his hands up her sides then around to her chest. Here, he repeated what he did to her ass, squeezing, rolling, cupping, pushing, pulling. While doing this, he bent his knees a little, pressed his crotch against her ass, and began lightly humping her.

Soon, Warren's hands were wandering again. They went down Ms. Burkhart's frozen body until both were between her legs. He was turned on at first, but soon realized that, despite his hands being over her pussy, he really couldn't feel anything. Moving quickly, Warren maneuvered himself into a squatting position in front of Ms. Burkhart, making himself at face level with her crotch. He saw a very small zipper on the front of her pants and pulled it down. He pulled the sides of the zipper apart, and they stayed apart without his hands, frozen where he placed them, revealing a solid beige panty through the hole. Warren stuck two fingers in and rubbed what he could see. He could tell immediately that Ms. Burkhart shaved, as he felt no hairs through the panties. However, he also couldn't feel her slit. Slowly, he pushed his fingers down until they ran into first a crease underneath the panties, then a bumpy spot where something was coming out of her slit.

Warren had seen enough porn to guess that Ms. Burkhart's inner lips stuck out of her outer lips and that was what he was feeling. He brought a hand down to his rock hard dick and started rubbing it through his pants as he traced his fingers as far down Ms. Burkhart's slit as he could through her pants, and then back up. He simply rubbed her slit and rubbed himself.

Soon enough, Warren felt himself coming close to his peak, and he suddenly realized he was about to come in his pants. His initial reaction was to cringe–

But he stopped himself, suddenly realizing what could happen if he did that. The terror of getting caught in front of the whole class with his hand in Ms. Burkhart's pants quickly killed any lust Warren had been feeling. Not only did he not cum, but he went limp in what seemed like seconds. He pulled his hand out of her crotch and zipped up her pants. He moved to the side to stand up, and while standing up noticed that Ms. Burkhart's shirt was still indented where his hands had been on her chest. Scared of getting caught, Warren tried his best to straighten out her shirt, pulling at the sides. He couldn't make it look natural, but it didn't look like hand prints. He had to do the same thing with the ass of her pants, as he had left hand prints there too. Her pants weren't nearly normal looking in the back, they looked flat and slightly pulled out – and floating unnaturally, but it was the best he could do.

Terrified at what would happen, Warren rushed back to his seat. He waited quite a bit to catch his breath. When he felt normal, he cringed and focused anger on the inside of his forehead.

“Oh!” Ms. Burkhart jumped at the front of the classroom.

“You okay Ms. Burkhart?” One of the girls in the class had asked.

Ms. Burkhart turned to face the student, revealing a blushing face. She quickly stroked her ass, as if either straightening her pants or wiping something off of it. “Yeah,” she responded, “I just,” she paused, apparently at a loss for words, “I just didn't feel right.”

The bell rang as the girl started to say something more. Ms. Burkhart went to sit at her desk. Some students came over to talk, as usual, but she waved them away, saying she had work to do.

Warren left the class smiling. Not only was he sure he could control the stopping and starting of time, but he had felt up Ms. Burkhart, and beyond that, she seemed to be sexually aroused from it. It was like when he had smacked his mother. Apparently people he touch don't feel anything while time is stopped, but they feel it when time starts up again.

After going to his locker to change books, Warren went to his next class, ready to practice his new skill.

For the next several periods, Warren simply practiced stopping and starting time. He checked to see how fast he could stop and start it, and how quick he could go from starting it to stopping it once again. He found that he could do it nearly instantaneously. He found this out most clearly due to an accident. He had tripped over someone's foot while time was stopped, and grimaced in anger as he fell forwards, accidentally starting up time. Catching what was going on immediately though, he stopped time just as quickly. When he got back to his seat and started time again, a few people blinked and stared at the spot he had tripped, as if they had seen something, but couldn't figure out what. Eventually, they just ignored it and forgot about it.

Warren also experimented with moving stuff around when time was stopped. He found that anything stayed however he last left it. One of his first experiments was lifting a girl's shirt up above her midriff and leaving it in the air when he started time again. The shirt immediately fell down, but the girl was clearly confused as to how her shirt suddenly jumped up. This was quickly followed by finding girls wearing skirts in his classes and lifting them up above their legs while they were sitting. It took him awhile to get used to the fact that he could lift the skirts into the air, leave them up, and they would stay up, as if there was no gravity. While he enjoyed looking at the various girls' panties, he eventually moved on to experiment more, finding that he could take objects, place them in the air, and they'd stay there.

In one class, he kept moving one of the jock's pencils from one side of his desk to the other. The guy was completely confused but kind of ignored it. Later, Warren started placing his pencil in the air just an inch above the desk. When he started time again, the pencil would fall, and the jock would stare at it, like the pencil had bounced up from the desk and fallen somehow. In the meantime, other people started telling him to stop tapping his pencil. After several goes at this, the guy apparently thought something was wrong with him and actually left to go see the nurse, telling the teacher he had a really bad headache.

Warren spent most the day just messing around with his newfound skill, not really using it for anything worthwhile. However, just before lunch, an opportunity to really use it came up.

As he was putting his bag in his locker, the group of Sarah, Val, and Tammy walked by. Nothing had happened this time, but apparently Val couldn't hold back a comment about the day before, announcing, “Did you get to see the nurse yesterday?”

She said it loud enough that people turned to laugh at him, but he quickly realized most people were looking at Val, as she made the comment. Warren took advantage of the moment and made an angry grimace, getting the stinging inside his forehead, and then smiled. He looked up and down the hallway. There were a lot of people in the hall, and while not nearly most, several were looking at the group of girl's after Val's comment.

Warren looked the girls over and announced, “Let's see how funny you think this is!”

One of the first things he had noticed about the girls was that they were all wearing skirts. It was something he had picked up on noticing throughout the day, as skirts gave him some fun things to experiment with. Sarah's and Tammy's skirts went down to mid-thigh, if not a little lower, but Val's cut off at upper thigh. Smiling he grabbed each girl's skirt and pulled it up in the front, exposing the front of their panties. He was disappointed to find that Sarah only had a generic pair of white panties on, but he wasn't disappointed with Val and Tammy. Val had a gray thong on that had the word 'Pink' written over her pussy, while Tammy had sheer pink panties on, clearly showing her shaved pussy through it. And while Tammy's pussy was obviously shaved, Val had clearly put off shaving hers for several days, as short pubic hairs were exposed out the sides of the V-shaped front of her thong.

Deciding it was not enough to flip their skirts up, Warren decided to give each of them a mean camel toe. He started with Tammy, pushing her panties up into her slit, and then pushing her pussy lips together. He then did the same for Val, and then for Sarah. He had a little trouble with Sarah, as when he went to push her panties into her slit, he found a resistance, as her pussy didn't seem to be shaved at all. But after a little wiggling, he got it in between her lips and pushed them together. The hair ended up making her pussy stick out a little more, allowing her to end up with the worst camel toe of the three.

Then Warren walked back to his locker where he had been standing when he stopped time, and restarted it.

The reactions were immediate.

Val shouted, “Oh my god!”

Sarah gasped.

Tammy yelled.

All three had thrown their hands down, flipping their skirts back down and covering themselves. All three also had turned red, either from embarrassment or from the delayed feelings of Warren having touched their pussies. Warren wasn't sure which.

While it had only been a couple seconds they were exposed, the several people who had been watching had gotten a clear show. Warren, having had this all planned out, immediately wolf-whistled.

Then a couple other whistles erupted down the hall, followed by some cheers. Interestingly, it wasn't just guys that were cheering, some of the girls were too. Apparently Sarah, Val, and Tammy weren't as well-liked as Warren thought they were.

This had all happened in a matter of about ten seconds, if that. Sarah was the first to start rushing down the hall, but Tammy and Val quickly followed, with all three eventually shoving their way into the girls' bathroom. It took several seconds for the cheers to finally die down as people went back to their normal business. Even Warren, who had enjoyed watching the spectacle he created play out better than he had ever expected, went back to shutting his locker.

As Warren turned around though, he was surprised to see a guy he recognized as a football player standing next to him, smiling.

“Now that was quite the show, huh?”

“Fuck yeah,” Warren responded, confused as to why this guy was talking to him.

“I knew you liked it, you were the first to whistle.” The guy then raised his hand to give Warren a high five. Warren gave him the high five, then started walking towards lunch.

“Hey wait up!” Warren stopped and turned around.

“Man, you don't want to talk about that? You see that one girl's cunt? It was like bursting out of her panties!”

“Which one?”

“The one with the white panties! How could you miss that?”

Warren couldn't help but laugh. He ended up walking to lunch with the football player, talking about the show they had both just witnessed the whole time. The guy even got in line to buy lunch next to him. As they walked into the cafeteria, Warren started to walk towards his normal table, which was on just about the opposite side of the cafeteria. Before he got too far, the football player grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

“Hey, you're not bad. My parents are out of town a lot and I throw a bunch of parties. I'm having one this Saturday, you should drop by, you'll get a kick out of it.”

Warren was shocked that a football player had just invited him to a party, solely because he had made fun of a few girls with him. “Sure, yeah.”

The football player slapped him on his back. “That's what I like to hear, man!” He started to turn away, then turned back, “The name's Jake by the way. What's yours?”


“Alright, see ya around Warren!”

Jake then walked over to his table as Warren went to his. His friends were already there, and had seen the exchange, and Warren had to explain to them everything from seeing the three girls' skirts lift up, to making fun of the girls with Jake, to Jake inviting him to his party Saturday.

“You'd actually go to that party?” Frank asked the question like it disgusted him.

“You know, yeah, I would. You guys should come too. It could be fun.”

“I'm in!” The quick response from Bob took the whole table by surprise. He was usually the quietest of the group.

“I don't know,” Pat responded.

“Yeah,” Frank added, “are we even invited?”

Warren thought for a second. “I think so. I'll check with Jake tomorrow and make sure.”

That ended the conversation. They moved on to talk about video games.

Warren was completely happy. He went through lunch and the remainder of his classes without playing with his ability to stop time. It didn't even cross his mind. Throughout the day, a few other guys who had witnessed the skirt flipping stopped him briefly and asked him how awesome he thought it was, announced their love for sudden breezes, and mentioned how jealous they were that he was closer to the girls when it happened than they were. Others who hadn't seen it even came up to him to ask about it, and Warren was more than happy to share.

Apparently that event, which he didn't think was that big of a deal, was the kind of thing guys talked about and didn't let go of. The fact that he was one of the few that witnessed it gave him some weird man-connection with the other guys that saw it and had other guys jealous of him. He was suddenly cool because he had witnessed the strange event he had created.

It wasn't the goal he had set out for when he did. He just wanted to humiliate the three girls. But he wasn't going to complain about it either.

After his last class, Warren was walking to his locker when he finally decided to use his time stop again. He saw Sandy, a girl in his grade who he used to like in middle school walk into the girls' bathroom. She wasn't one of the more popular girls, or even a very attractive girl. She was normal in every sense of the word, save maybe a bit above average as far as intelligence goes. She had caught Warren's eye, and he decided he wanted to do something with her. He wasn't sure what, but something. So he rushed into the guys' bathroom next door and shut himself in a stall. He then immediately created that sharp sting in his forehead.

It was strange hearing the sound of a flushing toilet stop mid-flush.

Warren walked out of the stall, out of the guys' bathroom, and strolled right into the girl's bathroom. There were several girls in front of the large mirror in front of the sinks, doing their makeup. But Sandy wasn't there. He walked over to the first stall and went to push it open. The stall was of course locked, so he couldn't push it. Instead, he grabbed the top of the door and pulled up to looked over the top.

There was a girl sitting on the toilet, her pants and panties around her thighs, her legs pushed together, obviously peeing, but checking out her nails as she did so. Even though he couldn't see anything because the girl's legs were pushed together, Warren was slightly turned on, knowing that he could push her legs apart and see the girl's bare pussy. But it wasn't Sandy, so he moved on.

Warren went to the next stall, again locked. He pulled up and looked over the top. And just as quickly, he fell back nearly hitting a girl behind him, but catching his footing before he did. At first Warren was disgusted, but then he started laughing hysterically. He climbed up to look over the door again. In the stall was Nina, a very popular senior cheerleader who happened to be good friends with his sister Julie, who also was a senior cheerleader. What was funny was that she was in her cheerleader outfit, her panties around her ankles, her body bent forward, her head twisted up slightly, and her face bright red and all sorts of contorted. She was very clearly having trouble taking a shit. Warren couldn't stop laughing. He pulled out his cell phone and tried to take a picture of Nina's face. Unfortunately, as he discovered, the camera didn't work when time was stopped. 'Oh well,' he thought, shrugging it off and moving to the next stall.

The next stall opened right up, revealing an empty toilet. Moving to the next stall, he found the door locked. He climbed to look over the door and found a slightly interesting sight. In the stall was what he was guessing was a tenth or eleventh grader. She really wasn't the most attractive person, but that didn't really matter at that point in time. What caught his attention was that she had her pants and panties around her ankles and was peeing with her knees bent apart, giving him a view straight through her legs down into the toilet. She didn't have what he considered to be a very attractive cunt, very hairy with big inner lips popping out. But that wasn't what he was looking at. Rather, he was looking at the stream of pee frozen in time between her legs, connecting her hairy cunt to the toilet water. Warren cocked his head as he stared at it. It didn't really turn him on, he just thought it was... interesting.

After staring for a bit, Warren moved onto the next stall. The door was locked,so he pulled himself up to look over.


And was it ever! What he saw over the top was the top of Sandy's head. She was bent over in the process of pulling her pants and panties down. She currently had them just above her knees, her hands still holding either side. Her naked ass was stuck out behind her, apparently ready to sit down in mere moments. Warren couldn't believe his luck – he couldn't have timed that better if he tried!

Warren quickly got down, realizing he wanted to be in that stall with her. His first thought was to climb under the stall, but after looking at the bottom for a bit, he realized how complicated, not to mention dirty that would be. Instead, he went back to the empty stall, climbed onto the back of the toilet, then carefully climbed over that stall wall onto the back of the toilet with the girl with the frozen pee stream, and then over the next stall wall so he was on the toilet behind Sandy.

He climbed down, and without wasting time, he ran his hands over her out-bent ass. While her ass may have been somewhat on the big side, it was incredibly smooth and Warren found himself quickly getting hard.

Soon, her ass wasn't enough for him, and he slid a hand down and between her legs. His fingers then ran over the first pussy he had ever touched. He thought at first she was completely shaved, but as his fingers continued pressing forward, he found a large mound of pubic hair above her slit, apparently Sandy just shaved her lips. Warren ran his finger once through the inside of her slit before he decided he needed to see it.

Spreading his legs carefully over the toilet Sandy was about to sit down on, he sat himself down on it, and had to lower his face a tiny bit more to get eye level with her pussy through her legs. Her lips were separated a tiny bit from running his finger through it. He pushed her lips together so it was just a single line. None of her inner folds stuck out through them. Then he did the opposite, pulling her lips as far apart as they would go. Leaving them spread apart, he pulled his hands back and admired her pinkness for a bit. Sandy had very tiny inner lips, but had what looked to him to be a sizable clitoral hood at the top of her hole.

Warren brought a finger up to her clit and rubbed it back and forth, and even just petted it lightly for awhile. After that, he traced his finger down to her vaginal hole. While her lips were spread apart, her hole was still tightly together. He wondered if Sandy was still a virgin, and decided there was only one way to find out. Warren began lightly pushing his finger into Sandy's pussy, waiting for some sign of resistance. Having never had sex, or never even having fingered a girl before, he wasn't sure where the resistance should be, he just knew it should be there. However, after pushing his finger in as far as it could go and finding no resistance, he concluded she was not in fact a virgin.

For some time, Warren just twisted his finger around inside of Sandy, exploring the feeling of her tight pussy on his finger and discovering what a woman's insides felt like. Before long, he wanted to see more. He stuck in a finger from his other hand. When that finger was as deep as it would go, Warren pulled his two fingers apart, spreading her hole, then pulled his fingers out. He stared into the open hole in front of him, entranced. In truth, there wasn't much to see. He could see into her about an inch before the hole just turned black. Nonetheless, to Warren it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he immediately knew what he wanted to do.

Warren stood up and got to one side of the toilet. He pulled off his shoes, quickly followed by his pants and boxers. Immediately, his hard dick stood out in front of him. He wasn't huge, 6 1/2 inches on a good day (he had of course measured), but he felt he was probably thicker than most guys. He stepped back over the toilet, and tried to lower himself so his cock was level with Sandy's pussy. His dickhead dragged down her ass as he lowered himself. Finally, he got low enough where he could aim his dick towards Sandy's cunt. He lined it up, and quickly thrust in.

Warren moaned in pleasure as he lost his virginity to a girl frozen in time. He could feel his dick moisten with Sandy's wetness. He could feel it rub against her insides, sliding along her walls, his head rubbing against her innermost parts. And while it felt incredibly tight to Warren, that was just because he had no basis for comparison. As soon as he had thrust his dick into Sandy, her hole had spread to accommodate it, but her cunt muscles did not tighten back around it, as they were stuck in the place he had forced them into. But Warren didn't realize this, and it probably wouldn't have mattered if he had. He just continued thrusting into her.

Soon Warren wanted more.

His hands had been holding Sandy's hips as he thrust into her, but he soon decided to slide them up her body, pulling her shirt and bra over her chest. He grabbed and squeezed her boobs, molding them in his hands, playing with her nipples. It seemed strange to him that her boobs didn't bounce as he fucked her, they just stayed in whatever position he placed them. But again, that didn't really matter to him, he was having sex!

It wasn't long after he started playing with her chest when Warren felt a familiar feeling begin to rise from his balls. He started moaning and thrusting faster in Sandy. Then he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed as hard and far as he could into her. He felt as his cum shot out from his body and into Sandy's. He screamed at the incredible feeling. It felt like the longest cum he had ever had.

Then, for some time, he just stayed there, his dick buried in Sandy's cunt.

After his orgasm fully subsided and he regained some strength, Warren pulled out of Sandy. His dick was already half-limp. Curious, Warren sat down on the toilet again and looked up into Sandy's cunt. Her hole was spread wider than before, in the perfect shape and width of his cock. He could see a little bit deeper into it, and even thought he could see some of his cum in her. He was actually kind of surprised it wasn't dribbling out her open hole.

After staring for a bit, he stood up and inched his way around to the front of Sandy for the first time. His eyes first caught on her chest. The last thing he had done was squeeze her chest back. And her boobs were frozen in such a way that he could see where his fingers had been squeezing, as those areas of her boobs were depressed while the areas that had been in between his fingers stuck out. Deciding to play with them a little, Warren pushed her nipples in as far as they would go, which pushed the surrounding breast meat out. Laughing at how they look, Warren finally pulled Sandy's bra down over them, trying to line it up right beneath her boobs and around her back, but not really knowing the right way to do so. He then pulled her shirt back down over her.

The last thing Warren noticed was Sandy's face. He may have just fucked her, but she looked just like she did walking down the hallways normally. Her face was staring at the back of the stall door as her hands were still around her panties. Looking at her face, Warren couldn't help but run his finger over her lips. Then he had one final idea. Looking down at his now nearly completely limp dick, he saw one final drip of cum resting at the tip. He wiped that off with his finger, then brought that up and ran that finger along just the inside of Sandy's lower lip.

Completing this last act, Warren felt it was time to go. He carefully maneuvered his way around Sandy's frozen body, pulled his boxers and pants up, and put on his shoes. He then climbed up the back of the toilet, over the stall wall into the stall with the girl with the frozen piss stream, and finally over the next wall into the empty stall. He then left the girl's bathroom entirely and went back to the stall in the guy's bathroom where he had stopped time. Then he cringed and focused anger on the inside of his forehead. Then he felt the sharp sting.

Even from the neighboring guy's bathroom, he could hear the sudden sound from the girl's bathroom. It sounded like a cross between a scream and a moan. He wasn't quite sure what had happened to Sandy, or what she felt, but the sound was enough to know she felt something.

Warren quickly left the bathroom and waited just outside the bathroom. He wanted to see what Sandy looked like when she came out.

As it turned out, he had to wait awhile. Every other girl he had seen in there came out first, and even some he hadn't seen. They must have been in the stalls past Sandy. Warren couldn't help but laugh as Nina came out, having seen what she had looked like in there.

By the time Sandy came out, there were very few people left in the hallway as the buses would soon be leaving. Upon leaving the bathroom, Sandy quickly looked in both directions, and for a bit locked eyes with Warren. He freaked out, thinking she somehow recognized him, that she somehow knew what he had done. But instead of yelling at him, Sandy turned beet red and turned to quickly walk in the opposite direction from him.

Warren couldn't help but laugh to himself. To the best he could figure, Sandy had moaned from sexual pleasure in the bathroom, not screamed from pain. He guessed she came out last in hopes that anyone that might've heard was gone. And the reason he thought she turned red was a combination of embarrassment from thinking he heard her moan and left over sexual arousal.

Enjoying the fact that he had gotten away with it, Warren followed Sandy towards the buses, though she was walking much more quickly than him. As he got outside, he saw Sandy quickly step onto her bus, and he quickly rushed down to his as he saw the first bus in the line begin to pull away.

His mind raced with thoughts of what he could do on the bus ride home.

Yet upon arriving home, Warren didn't play with his new skill at all. He just went to his room, laid back on his bed, smiling. He thought about his day, replaying every moment so he would remember it forever.

When he got bored of that, he simply went over to his computer and played some games. But unlike other days, when he played games out of frustration and they were his source for venting, this day he simply played them for fun. He was doing much worse than he usually did, probably due to a lack of focus, yet he was enjoying the activity more than he had, at least in recent memory.

Later in the evening, his mom called him down for dinner. Both his mom and his sister could clearly see he was happier than usual, but when pressed, Warren simply said he had a good day. His mom actually seemed happy for him, though he thought his sister only wanted to know why he was happy so she could find a way to ruin it.

At the end of dinner, while his mom picked up the dishes and walked over to the sink, she announced that she was going out with some friends Friday night. Julie's response came before her mom had even finished talking.

“Mom, can you tell Warren not to have his dorky friends over? Whenever you're gone they come over and they play their games ridiculously loudly and it's the most annoying thing in the world.”

Warren internally laughed off the complaint, but got pissed as his mom turned around to look at him. He knew she was going to side with his sister and tell him not to have his friends over. As his mom began to speak, saying, “Warren...,” he felt himself cringe and felt the sharp pain go off in his forehead.

He hadn't meant to stop time. But he decided to try and figure out something to do with it. His mom's mouth was open as she was mid-word, and his sister was still looking at his mom, smiling. Strangely, he was more angry at his mom than his sister. He kind of expected Julie to be a bitch. But he thought his mom should be more reasonable and not always side with his sister. He wasn't worried about messing with his sister, he'd have plenty of time for that later. So he tried to think of some way to mess with his mom.

But he couldn't really think of anything. The dishes were already in the sink, and he couldn't think of anything to do with them. She was holding a dish towel, but he couldn't think of anything to do about that. He didn't want to actually do anything to her that could hurt her, he just wanted to find a way to shut her up.

And then an idea came to him.

Warren stripped off all his clothes, placed them in another room, and then sat back down where he was sitting, naked. He thought about fucking Sandy and stroked his cock until it was visibly hard. Not as hard as it could be, but it was kinda weird doing it in front of his mom and his sister, even if time was stopped.

Then, quickly as he could, he started time up, then immediately stopped it again. He ran and got his clothes back on and sat back in the chair, resuming his position when he first stopped time. Then he started it up again.

His mom's eyes went wide, then changed into a confused look. Her mouth just hung open as she had abruptly stopped talking.


Warren turned to look at his sister. She was no longer smiling and still staring at her mom waiting for her to say something.

His mom shook her head and looked at Julie. Then she spoke.

“You guys are old enough to work this out on your own. I'm,” she paused her for a bit. “I'm not feeling well. I'm gonna go to bed early, could you two finish the dishes for me?”

“Sure, mom,” Warren responded quickly.

His mom put the dish towel on the counter and walked out of the room. Julie had been in a state of shock, but as their mom left the room she shouted, “Mooooooom!”

But there was no response.

Julie turned to yell at Warren. “Look what you've done now!”

Warren wasn't sure what she was blaming on him, but he ignored the comment.

“Tell you what,” he began, “You do the dishes tonight, I won't have my friends over tomorrow night. Problem solved.”

Warren could see Julie staring at him, trying to figure out his angle. She was clearly thinking for quite some time, but apparently couldn't figure out any plan he could have.

“Fine,” she responded, “but if you have your friends come over anyway, I'm going to tell mom and you'll definitely get in trouble then!”

Warren got up to leave, telling his sister as he walked away, “Don't worry, I won't.” After all, he was sure he could think up much more interesting things to do then.

Warren headed up to his room and continued playing some video games. His mom never came out of her room for the rest of the evening. He wasn't sure if she had planned to let them work out their argument on their own the whole time, or if she just said that to get out of the room because she thought she had just imagined her son naked. There was no way of knowing now, and Warren wasn't complaining about how it had worked out.

Just before he was going to go to sleep, Warren walked out of his room to go to the bathroom. At about the same time, Julie walked out of her room for the bathroom, and being as her room was much closer to the bathroom, she got there first. Just outside the door, she turned to scowl at him then closed the door.

Warren stopped at the door and waited just outside, assuming she was just going to the bathroom. Then he heard the sink faucet turn on. He stood waiting for several minutes as his sister continued to seemingly just kill time in the bathroom. After some time, he got annoyed enough to shout, “Hurry up in there!” However, he knew that that would probably do more harm than good.

His sister just shouted back, “Now you know how it feels when someone hogs the bathroom when you want to use it!”

Warren simply shook his head. He remembered his sister yelling at him that morning, and then he remembered what he did in the shower as his pseudo-revenge. An idea came to him, and he couldn't help but smile. He continued to wait outside the bathroom in silence.

Eventually, he heard the steady stream of his sister's pee hitting the toilet water. Another idea quickly came to him, and he immediately set off that sting in his forehead.

With time stopped, Warren opened the door. Sure enough, his sister was sitting on the toilet, her panties and the shorts she slept in around her ankles. Her legs were slightly spread, showing off his sister's shaved pussy and the stream of pee coming out. Warren felt his dick jump a little at the sight of his sister's undeniably hot pussy. He kind of wished she had a messy pussy, with all her inner folds sticking out like he had seen sometimes in porn, but blew that thought off. He wasn't in there for that anyhow.

Rather, he was in there simply to move his sister. He pulled her a few inches forward, so her cunt was lined up with the front of the seat, rather than the toilet itself. Then he turned around, closed the door, and resumed his place standing in the hall just outside as he started time again.


Warren couldn't help but laugh as he pictured his sister pissing all over the toilet seat, which would probably then spill onto the floor, which she would then have to clean up. He also wondered what his sister would think happened that caused her to do that – maybe that she had accidentally slipped forward, or maybe dozed off a bit on the toilet? He didn't really worry about it. He just continued waiting. Soon enough he heard her pee stream hitting the toilet again. Then the toilet flushed. Then the faucet started again. It was several more minutes before Julie finally came out of the bathroom.

“You took long enough in there,” Warren mockingly said as she left. “You fall off the toilet or something?”

He watched as Julie's face turned red. Then she simply turned towards her room and yelled behind her, “Shut up!”

Warren laughed as he finally got into the bathroom.

When he was done and got back to his bedroom, Warren turned his regular alarm clock on, then set his cell phone alarm, which was significantly quieter, for two in the morning, then went to sleep to great thoughts of a wonderful day.

Warren woke up in a confused state when his cell phone alarm went off. Then he remembered what he had set it for and smiled. He sat up, pulled off his boxers, and stopped time. Then he walked naked into his sister's room. She was asleep on her back, her body mostly under her sheets, her legs clearly spread at some weird angle.

His first mission was to find a way to wake her up in a subtle way. The first thing he tried was just turning her head to the other side. He started time for a moment to see if it worked, but Julie was still totally asleep. He tried moving her legs around, her arms, but found that simply moving her around did nothing. He tried flicking her ear, but that simply got her to turn her head when he started time. Finally, he hit her foot pretty hard through the sheets. That did the trick. When he started time, her eyes had just barely begun to open when he stopped time again. Now it was time for the real part of his plan!

Warren climbed on the bed, putting a leg on either side of his sister's torso, but careful not to touch her – he didn't want her to feel him when he started time again. Then he started jerking off. He closed his eyes and imagined sex with Sandy again. He was hard in no time, but it took him quite awhile before he felt ready to cum – probably due to the fact that he was in an awkward position to jerk off in and that he was doing it over his sister.

As he felt that first spurt about to come out, Warren aimed his dick at his sister's face and started time.

Julie opened her eyes as the cum began to shoot out of Warren's dick, hitting her on the forehead, on the cheek, and one even landed on her lips. Then she began to shout, “What the–”

Warren took this as his sign to stop time again, but even as time stopped, he continued shooting off onto his sister. And since she had lifted her head a bit and started to talk, the first spurt after time stopped traveled the couple inches from his dick to Julie's open mouth and landed on her tongue.

He pulled back after that, and the next few spurts out of his dick shocked him. What happened was they shot out of his dick, but after traveling three or four inches in the air, they froze, floating in the air. Apparently once anything left his body while time was stopped, it froze.

When Warren finished jacking off, he played with his floating cum – catching it with his fingers, pushing it to one side. He could even arrange it on his sister's face, and drew a smiley face of cum on the cheek that had not been hit.

It wasn't long before Warren got back to work. He left his sister's room and went to the bathroom to get some tissues. He wiped all the cum off his sister's face, even some that had gotten in her hair and the little bit that had gotten on her tongue. Then he went back to the bathroom, put the tissues in the garbage, and returned to Julie's room.

He went into her closet and closed the door enough to conceal him, but also open enough to see his sister.

Then he started time.

“–fuck,” he heard his sister finally finish as she sat up in her bed. She suddenly looked totally confused and rubbed her hands over her face, then held them out in front of her, looking for signs of cum. She made a few weird noises with her mouth as she did this.

“Christ, what a fucking nightmare,” she mumbled aloud. “I can taste it – that's disgusting!” She went back to making weird smacking noises with her mouth for a bit, then added aloud, “Why the fuck would I have a nightmare like that?”

That was the last thing she said. She sat up for a couple minutes, running her hands over her face, through her hair, as if she kept expecting to find something, but she was clearly disgusted, which had been Warren's goal all along.

Eventually, she laid back down, this time on her side, and she pulled a pillow over her head as she tried to go back to sleep.

Warren figured this was his cue to leave. He stopped time, closed her closet, and went back to his room, put his boxers on, and laid back in his bed, starting time again. He laid there satisfied, knowing he had gotten a great revenge on his sister, and she hadn't even known he had done anything. She thought it was her own fucked up nightmare. He went to sleep to thoughts of what he would do tomorrow, both at school and at night after his mom left.

anonymous readerReport

2013-06-09 22:12:17
I CAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anonymous readerReport

2013-05-08 10:04:12
Sci-fi is defined as Science having an integral part in the story/plot or setting. The ability to control time is not necessarily either Fantasy or Science Fiction; therefore, it is up to the author's discretion as to whether Warren's power comes from a scientific experiment or if it is simply a (happy) freak accident of nature (ie: Fantasy)

anonymous readerReport

2013-02-27 15:38:22

anonymous readerReport

2012-09-22 01:43:25
i have the same name, warren, and often fantasize about doing exactly that to several, i thought you must have been spying on me, absolutly great story though, heres hoping for more

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-11 19:40:59
apyFBc Comrade kill yourself.

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