Timestop Adventures
Copyright© 2026 by Dipsomaniac
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 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?”
“Warren.”
“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.
Jackpot!
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.