Timestop – Day 4

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

I suggest you read prior parts before reading this. For those of you that read and enjoy this, I’m not sure where the story is going. If you 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). Thanks goes out to the several people who already wrote me with ideas – nearly every single sex scene in this installment is either directly or indirectly based off of a reader idea. I apologize to those who suggested ideas that I didn’t fit into this installment – I promise I’ll keep trying to work them into future installments. And I also apologize about the length, I got far more into writing some of the scenes (one in particular) than I was expecting too. I’ll try to keep future installments at more reasonable lengths (and thus get them out faster).

Day 4 – Saturday

The sound of the front door slamming woke Warren up. He looked over at his alarm clock. It was 6:43 A.M. – on a Saturday. Why was he awake? His mom never came home this early after her nights out.

Warren jerked his head towards his door as he heard the sound of the toilet from the bathroom he shares with his sister flushing.

Then the night before suddenly rushed back into his mind, and what he had set up between Joe and his sister. The sound of the door slamming must have been Joe leaving, not his mother getting home. He smiled as he thought about the night before, and smiled more as he thought about jerking off on his sister in the middle of the night. An idea entering his mind, Warren cringed and forced angry thoughts into his mind, setting off the sting in his forehead that stopped time.

Warren got out of bed and pulled off his boxers, the only article of clothing he slept in. Assuming his sister was going to go back to her room and go to sleep, Warren walked out of his room, closing his door behind him, and headed for his sister’s room. However, he only made it as far as the bathroom door before he stopped short.

Julie had opened the bathroom door halfway, clearly on her way out. Warren had half-expected her to be in the bathroom still, so that didn’t surprise him. What surprised Warren was that his sister was still completely naked. He figured she must still be completely out of it to have decided to walk to the bathroom naked, risking Warren actually seeing her. He couldn’t imagine her doing that normally.

But Warren’s mind soon got distracted from those thoughts as his eyes drifted down his sister’s naked body. He was briefly entranced by her sizable breasts. Her right breast was lifted just slightly towards her side as she pulled the door open behind her. Her left breast stood out perfectly from her body, with not the slightest hint of sag. The difference in positions between her breasts fascinated Warren, as all the other breasts he had seen had been in symmetrical positions. Beyond just the position of the breasts, Warren had trouble pulling his eyes away from the long dark nipples extending out atop each breast. He would swear they were harder than they had been when he had seen them the night before, the nipple itself now almost half an inch in diameter and sticking out easily three-quarters of an inch. Around each nipple was a small but dark areola, extending barely half an inch from her protruding nipples and covered in tiny bumps.

Unable to resist, Warren reached a finger out and gently traced circles around one of her areola, lightly moaning as he did so. After tracing a few circles around it, he let his finger trace down the upper end of her hard nipple, gently rubbing the tip, and then back down the bottom. He then dragged his finger lightly along his sister’s chest, tracing a ling from the nipple he had been working on, down the cleft between her breasts, up the opposite breast, and worked his ministrations on her other nipple.

When he finished with that nipple, Warren dragged his finger towards the center of his sister’s body, down her flat stomach, briefly sticking his finger into Julie’s bellybutton, and finally down her freshly shaven pussy mound until his finger reached her slit. He could tell from the smoothness of her pubic area that Julie must have shaved during her shower before Joe came over the night before. Practically ignoring that though, Warren closed his eyes as he pushed his finger into his sister’s slit, feeling her inner folds. He immediately brushed her clit, and couldn’t help but run his finger back and forth over it. Then he slowly worked his finger down farther, feeling the entrance to her hole.

Warren suddenly opened his eyes and jerked his finger back. What was he doing? This was his bitch sister! He had no problem torturing his sister, or getting off at her expense. But what he was doing right there was getting horny and feeling her up for no other purpose than his own pleasure.

Looking up and down her body, Warren tried to justify his actions. His sister was hot. Incredibly hot. She may be a total bitch, but that doesn’t change her sexy body. Her body was actually similar to Warren’s favorite types of bodies from the porn he looked at on the web – thin but not too skinny, pretty face, large but not freakishly large boobs with small dark nipples that stuck out a lot, a shaved pussy with lips hiding the inner folds. Julie practically had his ideal female body.

This realization just made Warren more angry. His bitch sister, who he had hated almost his entire life, practically the one girl he could never have, was his dream eye candy. Suddenly wanting to move on and torture his sister more, Warren turned and walked towards his sister’s room, hiding in her closet with the door slightly open, then started time.

It wasn’t long before Julie walked in. He watched as she walked slowly and awkwardly over to her bed. She was walking with her ass clenched, her crotch thrust the slightest bit forward, and her knees angled a little bit outwards. A couple times, she must have stepped in a weird painful manner as her back would jerk up straight and she stopped moving, causing her boobs to bounce a little. Warren wondered briefly how much her ass hurt from the night before, but didn’t spend much time on it, feeling no pity whatsoever towards his sister.

When his sister finally made it to her bed, she laid back against the headboard of her bed with her back on the pillow, brought her knees up in the air, then let them spread to either side of her, her feet staying together. She simply laid there for several moments, staring at the ceiling, her crotch spread almost as much as it could with her legs in the position they were in.

Then Julie announced to herself, “God I need to get off.”

Warren watched in awe as his sister brought one hand to a boob and her other dropped between her legs. She began pinching and twisting her nipple as her other hand rubbed circles around her open pussy. Soon Julie closed her eyes and her hands sped up.

It was Julie’s first moan that knocked Warren out of the trance he had fallen into watching his sister masturbate. He immediately stopped time, then shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He left the closet and approached his sister, frozen in the midst of her masturbation.

Planning to jerk off onto his sister’s face again, Warren climbed up on the bed, standing over his sister, and aimed his hard dick down at Julie’s face. Looking at her face though, Warren remembered last night with his sister, when she thought she imagined Warren jerking off onto her face, and then afterwards said, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

A new idea came to Warren’s mind which he thought would torture his sister even more.

He climbed off the bed and stood at the side, looking at Julie’s face. Smiling, he carefully reached down and lightly pulled her eye lids open. Warren looked at the directions her eyes were in. She seemed to be looking straight forward and down a bit. Warren laughed, thinking that was just about perfect. He then walked to the foot of the bed and started lightly jerking his dick.

Then he set off the sting inside his forehead.

There were a few moments of confusion as Julie initially continued rubbing her pussy and twisting her nipple as she stared ahead of her at her brother smiling and masturbating standing at the foot of her bed.

Then Julie’s body jerked up and her hands shot out towards the sides of her bed.

Warren had stopped time before her hands had reached the bed beside her. He moved back into her closet and started time again.

Julie quickly winced, one hand dropping behind her towards her ass. That wince lasted only a couple of seconds as she swung her head to look around her room. This lasted nearly half a minute before she pulled her hands up to her face, slowly running them forcefully up her face and back through her hair.

Through her arms, Warren heard her mumble, “Christ! Why would I think of that?”

Lowering her arms, Julie shook her head and laid back, returning her hand between her legs, but keeping her eyes open.

The instant her hand started moving, Warren stopped time again, resumed his position jerking off at the foot of her bed, and started time again.

Julie immediately stopped moving her hand, and Warren likewise stopped time. Before hiding in the closet though, he leaned forward and rubbed Julie’s clit a few times, hoping to get her to feel turned on, thinking she’s getting turned on thinking of him. Once in the closet he started time up. Then Julie would start moving her hand, and he would stop time, come out, jerk off, and start time. Then she’d stop, and he’d stop time, rub her clit and hide in the closet.

This happened four or five times, with Julie’s face getting more red and her pussy getting more wet each time.

Finally, Julie just didn’t stop rubbing her pussy. For nearly half a minute, she just stared at her brother masturbating while she did likewise. She was, however, rubbing herself very slowly, and Warren did likewise trying to match her pace. After that half minute or so, Julie suddenly announced, “Go away.”

She didn’t scream it. Rather, she said it as if she was talking to herself. But she continued rubbing herself.

“I don’t want to see this.”

But she kept staring ahead, as if willing the vision ahead of her away, not stopping her hands movements on her pussy.

Then, with no warning, Julie grabbed a pillow with her free hand and threw it at Warren. Warren stopped time just as one corner of the pillow hit his chest. He stood there for a moment, trying to figure out the best way around this. Eventually he decided to step into the closet, stop and start time momentarily, then resume his position with the pillow now in the air behind him, hopefully giving the effect of it having gone right through him.

Julie stared forward and shook her head, her hand not stopping on her pussy. For a few seconds, she simply stared forward. Then she closed her eyes.

Having expected this much sooner, Warren was ready and immediately stopped time as Julie shut her eyes. He walked over, pulled her eyelids open again, and resumed his position jacking off at the foot of her bed, starting up time.

Julie’s eyes went wide, whether because he had pulled them open too far or because she was surprised she couldn’t keep her eyes closed, Warren didn’t know. However, she tried closing her eyes a few more times, but always to the same result.

After the last attempt, his sister announced almost pleadingly, “Damn it, I need to get off!” She continued rubbing her pussy at the slow rate she had been as she said this, not taking her eyes off what she no doubt thought was either a dream or an hallucination of her brother.

Then, with no warning, she announced, “Fine!”

Upon saying that, her hand at her pussy sped up drastically and her other hand finally returned to her chest. They seemed to be working at double time, as if trying to get off as fast as possible. But the whole time, Julie didn’t take her eyes off of Warren. Matching her new speed, Warren sped up his hand on his dick.

Barely a minute had passed before Julie started moaning, quickly approaching her orgasm. At the speed he was going, Warren was quickly approaching his as well. In fact, he soon felt his body begin to tense as he was moments from cumming.

“No!”

The yell had erupted from his sister, and the suddenness of it caused Warren to stop time. Before he could figure out what was going on, Warren came, spurt after spurt of cum shooting into the air, but stopping mid-flight before landing on his sister or her bed, instead simply floating above her.

When he was done, Warren finally opened his eyes to see what had happened. Taking in the scene, he wasn’t sure what had happened. Ignoring his cum floating above her, Warren saw that his sister had stopped masturbating, both arms in the air above her head, as if she was being arrested. Her mouth was open, having not finished saying “no” before he had stopped time.

Warren had no idea what had happened. But he was really pissed that he had cum before she did. He went to the bathroom to get tissues and carefully scooped his cum out of the air into it, bringing the end result back to his room and throwing it out. Then he returned to Julie’s room, immensely curious, and hid in her closet as he set off the sting in his forehead to start time.

“I can’t do it!” His sister’s response had been immediate, continuing to hold her hands above her. Her face looked racked with inner pain.

For some time, Julie stayed in this position. However, while she was like this, Warren could see her occasionally shift her hips, as if trying to either rub against something or hold something in. This led Warren to wonder just how close Julie was to getting off when she stopped.

Finally, Julie dropped her hands to her sides. She slid down her bed until her head was on the pillow, her knees both bent back up into the air. After some careful maneuvering, she pulled the sheets she was on top of over her. She then rolled to the side, her knees still bent, much as she had done the night before. Warren saw her mouth moving and could hear some mumbling, but couldn’t make it out. Stopping time, he opened the closet and laid down just at the bottom of the side of the bed Julie was facing, totally out of her sight but easily within audible range. As he started time, he heard Julie chanting to herself, “–get off to my brother, I can’t get off to my brother, I can’t get off to my brother, I can’t get off–”

Warren stopped time again and stood up. He could see the mental anguish his sister was experiencing all over her face. He couldn’t help but laugh as he stood up. When he first left his room that morning, he had just planned on jerking off on his sister’s face again. When he caught her masturbating, he had changed that plan to try and get his sister to get off while thinking of him. Instead, what ended up happening was that she stopped very close to her climax, and now refused to masturbate because of him. That was probably better than what he had planned! That must torture her even more! And he still got to cum over his sister’s naked body, even if his cum didn’t get to land on her.

Satisfied, Warren walked back to his room, started time, and went back to sleep with a big smile on his face.

The sound of the front door closing woke Warren up. Again. He looked over at his alarm clock. 1:12. That was definitely his mother getting home. He was shocked he had slept through that much of the day. Apparently his sessions with his sister in the middle of the night and then again that morning had taken a lot out of him. He still felt exhausted, lying in his bed having just woken up in the middle of the day.

As he continued to lie there, he heard his mom come up the stairs, into her room, close her door, and start her shower. Deciding he had built up enough energy, Warren got up and headed downstairs. He went to the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast before heading into the living room to watch TV. Julie was already there lying on the couch and watching some chick flick. She turned as she heard him walk into the room, but quickly jerked her head back towards the TV.

“Hey,” Warren said, walking over to the recliner.

“Hey,” his sister muttered back.

Warren couldn’t help but smile. Normally Julie would’ve bitched at him as he entered the room, said something about not getting to change the channel or insult him or basically anything else that wasn’t nice. But now she was forcefully ignoring him. He could definitely get used to this!

Deciding not to push his luck, Warren didn’t ask to change the channel. He simply joined in watching the chick flick. However, he did chance the occasional glimpse over at his sister. She was wearing a loose pair of short shorts and an over-sized T-shirt – her usual sleepwear. Two things immediately stood out to him though. Well, three. Two were her hard nipples clearly poking through her shirt, obviously showing she wasn’t wearing a bra. The third was that she still had her knees bent and to the side. Apparently her ass still hurt.

Warren began wondering about his sister’s nipples. He couldn’t remember ever seeing them hard before, but the past couple days they seemed to be hard whenever he looked. Then again, he had never really looked at his sister in a sexual light before. Maybe her nipples had often poked out and he had just not noticed. Or maybe she was just really horny the past couple days. He didn’t know.

The movie ended soon and another one started up soon after. It was some political thriller, but much to Warren’s surprise, Julie didn’t change the channel, she just stared forward at the TV as if it was the only thing in the world.

A short time later, their mom came down and joined them in the living room. It was still the early afternoon, but she came down wearing gym shorts that went down nearly to her knees and an over-sized T-shirt – her normal sleepwear. It wasn’t unheard of for his mother to dress like this mid-day, but it was pretty unusual. She sat down at the opposite end of the couch that Julie was on, just barely having enough room beyond Julie’s feet.

“Not doing anything today, mom?”

She turned to look at Warren as he asked the question. “No, honey, just think I need a day off. Watch some TV, read some books, just relax.”

As she finished speaking, Warren stopped time. He stripped off his clothes, sat back in the recliner, started and stopped time, got dressed, and started time again.

“Cool,” Warren responded, turning back to the TV, but keeping a watch on his mom out of the corner of his eyes. His mother blinked her eyes at him a few seconds, her eyes seemingly aimed at his crotch, at least to the best he could tell without looking over at her. Then she also turned back to the TV, acting like nothing had happened.

Warren smiled. He had no reason to mess with his mother that time. She had done absolutely nothing to bother him. He just couldn’t resist. It was too fun!

About a half hour later, Warren heard his cell phone ring from upstairs. “Shit,” he announced, jumping up and running towards the stairs, mad he had left his cell phone up there. He usually carried it around with him.

The call was from Pat. He wanted to figure out what was going on for Jake’s party that night. Warren had completely forgotten about the party, and was really glad Pat had called. Pat sounded nervous as hell, but wasn’t trying to talk his way out of it. Warren spent some time calming him down, telling him to not worry about it, to just treat it like when them and their friends got together, that it wasn’t a big deal. He also made plans for Pat’s brother to pick up all the guys from their houses around 9:00 and drive them to the party, and also agreed to pick them up whenever they called, no matter how late it was. At the end of their conversation, they agreed to call the other two. Pat told Warren to call Frank, as he apparently didn’t want to go to the party, while Pat would call Bob, who seemed really excited about it. Warren got off the phone and called Frank. Frank openly admitted he didn’t want to go, but agreed that he would as he didn’t want to be the downer and be the only guy of their group that didn’t go. As Warren started explaining the details of how they were getting there and when they were being picked up, he heard the shower start up. He rushed through the last of the details with Frank, hung up, and cringed in anger, setting off that familiar sting just inside his forehead.

Warren walked straight to the bathroom. He found his sister naked standing outside the shower, her hand in the stream of the shower, checking the temperature of the water. Realizing he had gotten there too soon, Warren stepped just outside the bathroom, leaving the door the tiniest bit open so he could hear inside.

Starting time, he soon heard the rings of the shower curtain drag along the rod as Julie closed it. He waited a few seconds, then stopped time again. Opening the shower curtain, Warren found his sister standing at the back of the tub, her knees slightly bent out, one hand spreading her pussy lips. She had apparently just started peeing, as there was a frozen barely yellow stream coming out of her, but it had not quite reached the floor. Closing the curtain as he had done the day before with just his head inside, Warren started time again.

Things went almost the exact same as they had the day before. Shortly after time started up, Julie brought a couple of fingers down into her piss stream. Leaving them there for a few seconds, she brought them up to her face and sucked on them, though Warren couldn’t see that from behind her. Then she bent over and brought her hand down and splashed her pee up onto her body. As her pee stream finished, she stepped forward into the spray of the shower and started to turn around.

Warren stopped time as his sister began to turn to face him. He was still amazed at what he was now guessing was his sister’s daily ritual at the beginning of her showers, but not as shocked as he had been the day before. However, Warren tried to let that slip his mind, as that was not why he had come to the shower in the first place.

Letting go of the curtain, Warren moved to the other side of the shower, the side his sister now had her back to, and peaked in, holding the curtain closed around his head. Then he started time.

For what seemed like a few minutes, Julie just stood in the shower. Occasionally she would dip her head back into the spray of the shower, or would run her hands through her hair or down her sides, but mostly she just stood still.

She finally broke that pattern by bending over forwards. She bent so that her entire upper half was upside down and she was looking backwards between her legs, her hands around her ankles. Warren had to stop time so as to not get caught. Before moving, Warren took advantage of the view his sister was giving him, her ass cheeks spread as she was bent over, her red asshole slightly open and her puffy pussy lips slightly colored and squeezed together through her legs. He was surprised that her asshole was more red than pink, like he had seen in most porn, but didn’t think much of it.

Moving to the other side of the shower again so as to not get caught, Warren held the shower curtain closed against his face and started time. As Warren watched, Julie inched her feet forward slowly until she got right where she wanted.

“Oh god, that feels good!”

Julie then reached her hands up to her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. It was as she did this that Warren realized what she was doing. She had positioned herself so that the majority of the shower stream focused on her asshole, the hot water running over her cheeks and asshole, apparently soothing the pain she still felt. It then hit Warren that maybe her asshole was red from being fucked the night before, and that wasn’t its natural color. As she continued to stand in this position in the shower, she started talking to herself.

“I never should have let him put it back in my ass.” Pause. “Why couldn’t I suck it up and just suck him off?” Pause. “I shouldn’t’ve even let him cum, just thrown him out.”

She stood like this for several minutes, occasionally talking to herself and running her hands over her ass cheeks. In fact, Warren had stopped time at one point and peeked around the other side of the curtain, risking getting caught although his sister’s eyes were closed, while she traced a single finger around her asshole, gasping when she touched what were obviously either more sensitive or sore spots. She even pushed her finger in up to the first knuckle and twisted her finger, gently pushing out at the sides in all directions.

Eventually Julie stood up. Warren still behind her, saw his sister quickly look to each side, as if to check if someone was watching her, though she didn’t look behind her. He then smiled as he watched Julie raise both her hands to her chest. He heard her gasp as he guessed she started playing with her nipples. She was at this for less than a minute before he saw one hand work its way down between her legs.

Warren stopped time.

He went around to the other side of the tub. Sure enough, his sister had two fingers pressed directly into her clit, her eyes closed. This was what Warren was hoping for! He knew he masturbated in the shower all the time, which gave him the idea that his sister might also, judging by how desperate she had been to get off when she had stopped that morning. He was hoping she had not gotten off during the time he had been asleep. He had no way of knowing whether she did or not, but was guessing if she was getting herself off now, she probably had not, unless she regularly got herself off in the shower – which was a distinctive possibility.

Not wanting her to get off without being tortured by the thought of him, Warren took off his clothes. First, he opened her eyes, followed by gently moving Julie’s fingers aside and rubbing her clit quickly for a bit, hoping this would give her an extra boost of sexual energy when she saw him. After replacing her fingers, he climbed up so that he was leaning against the wall his sister was facing, one foot on either side of the tub, making his dick roughly level with Julie’s boobs. He was already nearly hard from the show he had received from his sister, not to mention diddling her clit, but he jerked off some more until he felt he was as hard as he was going to get.

Then he started time.

The only noticeable response from Julie seeing her brother jerking off less than two feet in front of her was that her eyes went wide, her forehead wrinkled, and her eyebrows sloped down to the side. She looked incredibly depressed and disappointed that she was again seeing her naked brother jerking off as she masturbated, but nonetheless she didn’t stop, her one hand still pinching at her nipple, the other rubbing her pussy. Her eyes didn’t even look away, instead glancing back and forth from looking up at Warren’s face to slightly down at his dick.

Warren felt himself laugh internally, but worked hard to maintain his composure, simply smiling and saying nothing as he jacked off.

This went on for a couple minutes as Julie’s hands slowly sped up on herself. Likewise, Warren sped up his own hand. Then, without warning, Julie quietly yelled out, “No! No! No!” She then took the hand from her chest and slammed it palm first forward and towards Warren’s lower stomach.

Warren, terrified, stopped time as soon as he saw her hand shoot forwards. When he looked down after opening his eyes from the cringe, her hand was less than an inch away from his body. However, when he looked at Julie, her other hand was still on her pussy. He wasn’t sure if she was rubbing it or had stopped moving while she slammed her hand forward, but it was definitely still there. Warren stepped out of the shower, started time just long enough to hear Julie’s hand slam into the wall, then stopped it again. As he looked into the shower, her hand was slightly pulled back, but still in the way of where he had been standing. He bent her arm slightly back towards her, leaving just enough room for him to retake his position without her touching him. Then he restarted time.

“Shit,” Julie exclaimed, closing her eyes and bringing her hand to her mouth and sucking on her palm which had slammed into the wall. Impressively though, her other hand stayed pressed against her clit, though not moving. As Julie continued to suck on her hand with her eyes closed though, she began rubbing her cunt again. Likewise, Warren began stroking his dick.

Almost as soon as he had started, Julie opened her eyes.

“Fuck!”

Both her hands dropped to her side as she cursed. Warren quickly stopped time, got out of the tub, and walked around to peek in from the other side before starting time up again.

He watched from behind as his sister made a fist and slammed it into her leg.

“Why can’t I stop thinking of him? Why can’t I get off?”

She simply stood there for a few moments before muttering out, “Fuck,” again and reaching forward for her shampoo.

Thinking his work was done, Warren stopped time, got dressed, and went back to his room before starting time up again. He smiled, thinking about how much he was messing with his sister. Part of him was surprised that he didn’t feel bad at all about what he had done. Another part however wasn’t surprised, as she had tortured him for years, and what he had done really wasn’t that bad, save maybe for making Joe fuck her ass.

Happy with himself, Warren walked back downstairs.

As he walked back into the living room, Warren’s mom turned to ask, “Who was that?”

Warren was confused for a second, then remembered rushing up for his phone earlier, though that was now nearly forty minutes earlier. He was about to answer when he walked by the end of the couch his mom was sitting at, her legs now curled up to the side next to her as she leaned a bit over the edge.

Unable to resist, Warren stopped time. His mom’s face was less than a foot away from his crotch the way he was standing. Smiling, he stripped off his clothes, Got in the position as if he was walking by, his boner sticking out strong in front of him right in front of his mother’s face, then started and stopped time, putting his clothes back on and resumed the position he had been in, starting time up again.

“Oh, that was Pat. I’m going to go out with him, Frank, and Bob tonight. Pat’s brother is going to pick me up around 9:00, that okay?”

He had started talking the second time had started up and was sitting in the recliner by the time he finished. His mom was looking at him, her eyes slightly wide. She didn’t immediately respond. Again unable to resist, possibly because he was so horny from jerking off in front of his sister but never getting off, Warren stopped time again, stripped and sat in the chair, started and stopped time, reclothed himself, then started time again.

His mother continued staring at him. Not really looking bothered or anything, just staring.

“That okay, mom?”

“What?”

His mother shook her head out of a daze as she responded.

“It okay that I go out with my friends tonight?”

His mom smiled at him. “Of course, honey. Go have some fun!”

Warren gave her a big smile. “Will do, mom. Definitely will do.” She didn’t know the half of it!

“Good.”

With that, his mom turned back to the TV. She had obviously changed the channel since both he and his sister left, now watching one of the gazillion crime-solving TV shows that she so loved but Warren so hated. He guessed the movie they had been watching had probably ended, but wasn’t sure. Ignoring his dislike of the TV show, he sat back and watched.

Some time later, his sister came down in the same shorts and T-shirt she had been wearing before, having not changed into something new after her shower.

“Mom, my skin’s really dry again. Can you lotion my back for me?”

The request in itself wasn’t unusual. Warren had heard his sister ask her mom for that many times, though usually it was at the end of the day before she went to sleep, not in the afternoon.

“Sure, Jules. I’ll be up at the end of the show, there’s only about five minutes left.”

“Okay, thanks mom.”

Julie didn’t seem too happy as she turned and walked back upstairs. Their mom, however, simply turned back to the TV show.

Five minutes later, as the credits just began to roll, Warren stood up and said, “I’m gonna go play some games until dinner.”

“Okay, honey,” his mom responded, also standing up. “Tell Jules I’ll be right up, I’m just going to go get a drink first.”

Warren rolled his eyes for show, responding, “Sure, mom.” He then headed upstairs as his mom went to the kitchen.

As soon as Warren closed the door to his room, he stopped time and went to the closet in his sister’s room. She was standing in front of a mirror staring at herself, a worried look on her face. Warren ignored it and started time as soon as he had closed the closet door enough to hide himself.

Warren was a bit confused when he started time. Julie didn’t move, still staring at herself in the mirror above her dresser. He was worried he somehow hadn’t started time back up again. Luckily, he soon heard his mom coming up the stairs, proving time had started, that his sister was just not moving.

He heard the knock on the door.

Julie’s whole body jumped, the knock apparently catching her by surprise and pulling her out of wherever her mind had been. “Come on in, mom.”

The door opened. Warren could just barely see his mother come in then turn around to close the door. When he looked back towards his sister, he was surprised to see her shirt off and on the floor. She was wearing no bra, leaving her just in the short shorts and panties she had on. In her hand she had the bottle of lotion she used. Her nipples, in no surprise to Warren anymore, were hard and sticking out.

At first, Warren was shocked that his sister was suddenly topless in front of their mom. He wasn’t sure why, he just found it strange. He quickly brushed it aside, assuming it was normal for a mom to see her daughter topless, or even naked.

“Sorry about this, mom. I’m just feeling really itchy.”

The talking knocked Warren out of his thoughts.

“It’s not a problem Jules. I’m always here when you need me.” There was a brief pause as she took the bottle of lotion from her daughter. Then his mother added, “Are you cold?”

His sister looked confused. “What?” Then while saying that looked down at her chest. “Oh!” She laughed, seemingly not embarrassed at all, much to Warren’s surprise. “No, just can’t seem to get them down today. You know how it is.”

Her mom laughed in response. “Yeah, I certainly do.”

Julie proceeded to walk over to her bed and laid face down on it. Her mom sat down on the bed next to her, squirting some lotion into her hands, then rubbing them together before leaning over her daughter’s back and starting to rub it in.

Julie gasped at the first touch of her mother. Turning her head in the opposite direction of her mother, she muttered out, “Oh god, that feels great.”

Her mom laughed. “You must’ve been really dry for it to feel that good!”

“Yeah,” Julie responded, “I’m also really sore, so I think that’s adding to it.”

There was a pause for a moment, Julie’s mom rubbing more lotion into her daughter’s back. Then she asked, “Do you want a massage while I’m at it?”

Julie turned her head towards her mom, smiling. “That would be great, mom. Thanks!”

Her mom smiled back at her. “No problem.”

Warren was standing in shock in the closet. First off, he was shocked that he was getting very aroused watching his mom rub lotion into his topless sister’s back. Second, he was shocked that his mom was about to give her daughter a back massage while topless. He remembered when he was younger his mom used to give both him and his sister shoulder and back massages. They were fantastic! But that had stopped when he was around ten or eleven. Well, at least they had stopped for him then.

As he continued watching, Warren saw his mother stand up and climb onto the bed. She straddled her daughter and sat down on the backs of her thighs. Then she leaned forward and started working her hands over Julie’s shoulders.

Warren watched with intrigue as his mother’s hands moved over Julie’s shoulders, rotating between pressing, squeezing, kneading and twisting. They started around Julie’s neck, then worked out towards her arms, and then back to her spine. Then her hand would inch lower down Julie’s back, again pressing, squeezing, kneading and twisting, slowly working their way towards Julie’s sides, then back towards her spine again.

Warren lost complete track of time watching as the process continued for several minutes, his sister letting out a moan or a compliment of her mother’s massage skills every so often, her mother mostly silent, sometimes mentioning how tight her daughter’s muscles were and that she needs some stress relief.

When his mother’s hands were going to his sister’s sides at about chest level, Warren could swear he could see his mother’s fingers rub along the swelling sides of Julie’s boobs. However, Julie never commented or reacted when it happened, so he thought he must just have a poor view.

At one point, when his mother was reaching her daughter’s lower back, she apparently went to far down, causing Julie to yelp and bend up beneath her mother, clenching her ass cheeks.

“Oh sorry,” their mom said, though her tone was clearly of confusion at what set her off.

As Julie laid down again, she responded, “It’s not your fault mom. My butt’s just really sore. I did a really long workout yesterday, and I think I overdid it.”

Unable to hold back, Warren cringed in anger and stopped time. The second time was stopped, he opened the closet door and fell onto the floor laughing. If only his mother knew what Julie’s “long workout” consisted of! Warren was on his back laughing for quite awhile. Holding everything back for so long, being so quiet while watching everything between his mom and his sister, had taken its toll on him, and now he couldn’t stop laughing.

After some time Warren calmed down. The excuse was actually viable. He knew that Julie did work out a lot, so for all her mom knew, while she wasn’t home the night before Julie could have been exercising and doing something that hit her glutes. Warren had the sudden urge to tell his mom exactly what Julie did that had hurt her ass, but realized there was no way he could do it, as theoretically he shouldn’t know what had happened.

Calmed down, Warren got off the floor and took a step back towards the closet. After the single step though, he realized time was already stopped and he might as well take a closer look at his mom and sister.

He walked to the far side of the bed as that was the direction his sister was facing. She looked completely at ease. Her face was calm, eyes closed, mouth partially open. Her naked back was still just a bit shiny from the lotion his mother had rubbed in. The sides of her boobs were very clearly bulging out from beneath her. Looking at them, he noticed that all the visible area of the boob was shiny too. At first, he thought this definitely meant that his mother had rubbed the sides of Julie’s boobs. But as he looked down Julie’s body, he saw that her entire sides were also just that tiny bit shiny too, and he didn’t think he saw his mother’s hands down her entire sides. Maybe Julie had lotioned the rest of her body before her mom had come up.

Warren then moved onto his mother. Her hands were resting at her sides and she was sitting straight up straddled on her daughter’s thighs. She looked perfectly normal, save for one thing. Her head was looking almost straight down at Julie’s ass. Her eyes were dead on it, looking as if they were taking it in. Warren tried to defend it, thinking maybe she was just staring at it because Julie had just finished talking about it. But he couldn’t help but think that if that was the case then she would have a different look in her eyes. He also couldn’t help but think about his mom massaging Julie’s ass. He could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it.

Warren pulled himself away from staring at his mom atop his sister for a moment and let some thoughts run through his head. He didn’t know how his mom was going to react when time started up. The way she was staring, maybe she would offer to massage Julie’s ass for her. It certainly wouldn’t surprise him after having watched the interactions between the two. Julie looked like she didn’t care about anything and while she probably wouldn’t request it, it looked like she would accept anything without question. So his mom had to be the one to offer. He suddenly wished he could somehow force the question into his mom’s mind, but knew that he had no such power. He already had the ability to stop time, no need to be greedy!

So Warren thought of ways to make his mom offer to massage Julie’s ass. But he couldn’t make her. He could only think of ways to make her more likely to offer. Or more accurately, one way.

He had to get his mother aroused.

As the thought took control of his mind, Warren started seriously looking at his mother. He was pretty sure she 43, but not positive. He knew for sure she was in her low forties. And she did look her age, maybe high thirties at best. But she certainly didn’t look older than she was. She had slight wrinkles around her eyes and a couple at the corners of her mouth, but no more than that.