Timestop Adventures
Copyright© 2026 by Dipsomaniac
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - In a quiet suburban home, 15-year-old Warren discovers he can stop time with a single surge of anger — a power he first uses for petty revenge against his tormentors at school. But when the ability turns toward his cold, beautiful older sister Julie, what begins as cruel humiliation spirals into something far darker and more intimate. As Julie's mind fractures between shame, denial, and growing obsession, her resistance crumbles — until the line between dream and reality disappears completely.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian Fiction Fan Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Teacher/Student
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.
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