Timestop Adventures
Copyright© 2026 by Dipsomaniac
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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 3 – Friday
Warren was fucking Ms. Burkhart. It was in her empty classroom, her hands were on the board, he was thrusting into her from behind, both were moaning in pleasure.
Then it all disappeared as Warren’s alarm went off. Warren slammed his fist into the side of his bed, pissed that his dream had been cut off mid-fuck. But only a moment after that, Warren smiled, thinking about how he could make that dream actually happen in a couple hours.
Still smiling, he sat up, turned off his alarm and headed for the shower. He was just walking into the bathroom when his sister leaned out of her room and started to yell at him.
“Don’t jerk–”
Julie cut herself off as Warren turned to look at her. He watched as she flushed a dark red. She was only there for a moment though, as she quickly turned back into her room, yelling behind her, “Just hurry up!”
Warren stood in the doorway of the bathroom for a bit smiling. He wasn’t positive what had just gone through his sister’s mind to cut her off, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the ‘dream’ he had given her the night before. He had only intended the dream as revenge, but if it had the effect of getting her unable to look at him, he wasn’t going to complain.
Getting into the shower, Warren’s hand out of habit went straight to his hard dick. He stroked it a few times, remembering his dream about Ms. Burkhart. However, as he started remembering his dream, he also remembered he could actually make this a reality. He decided to hold off on jerking off for the day, instead saving up for when he saw Ms. Burkhart.
Though he didn’t rush through the rest of his shower, Warren still finished much earlier than he usually did. In fact, it was the first time in ages he could remember walking out of the bathroom without having his sister outside waiting to come in. He wondered is his shower really was that much quicker, or if his sister just didn’t want to see him, but he didn’t wait around to find out.
After getting dressed, Warren went down to the kitchen. His mom was sitting at the edge of the kitchen table just finishing her breakfast. She gave him her normal smile as she walked in the room. Apparently she had gotten over whatever she thought happened the night before.
“How are you this morning, Warren?”
“Fine,” he responded simply enough. He gave her a brief smile, but kept walking by to grab a bowl of cereal.
“You work everything out with your sister last night?”
Warren couldn’t help but laugh, but he tried to cut it off responding, “Yeah, we figured it out.”
Apparently his mom took the laugh as a good sign. “You see, your sister’s not that bad of a person.”
Warren had turned towards her just as she said this, and he cringed in anger at the thought, and felt a sharp pain in his forehead. Things didn’t get figured out because of Julie, she hadn’t helped out in anyway. In fact, she was the one that had caused the problem in the first place by complaining about Warren’s friends.
Warren looked up to see his mother, finished eating, staring at him, not moving. Angry at her for again defending his sister, he decided to shut her up the same we he had the night before. He quickly stripped off his clothes, hid them behind the counter, and restarted time, then quickly stopped it again. He then put his clothes back on and started time up again.
“I don’t know, she seems to go out of her way to cause trouble for me,” he said, responding to the statement his mom made before he froze time.
He watched as his mom stared at him for a couple moments, her eyes again going wide as she quickly looked up and down his now clothed body. In a voice that was barely there, she replied, “Maybe you’re right.”
She sat in the chair for several seconds just looking at Warren. Then she suddenly jerked her head away. Getting up from her seat, she said, “I’ve got to get to work early today, do you mind doing my dishes for me?”
Warren chuckled to himself as he replied, “Yeah, no problem mom.”
His mother simply said, “Thanks,” and left the room. He heard the door open and close soon after. Warren then enjoyed his breakfast, knowing now he could shut his mother up whenever he wanted simply by making her think she was envisioning her son naked.
Getting on the bus later that morning, a leg darted out into the aisle to trip Warren. Having thought this out waiting for the bus, Warren purposefully tripped over the leg, freezing time as he did so. After freezing time, he backed up a bit, and then kicked the leg in the aisle as hard as he could. The leg actually got pushed back quite a bit, and Warren had to pull it back to where it had been, then he got back in the position to trip over it. Then he started up time again.
“Fucking shit!” The leg shot back into the seat as the guy that had stuck it out pulled it into his body and rubbed it. At the same time, Warren fell forward a couple steps as if he had tripped but caught his footing.
“Hey, watch the language!” The guy in the seat ignored the bus driver, rubbing his leg, his face clearly in pain.
Warren walked back to the guy. “Sorry,” he began sincerely, “I didn’t see your leg there.” He stood there for a second looking at the guy whose leg he had just kicked. It was a rather large eleventh grader. He was probably about six foot two and also big due to a combination of fat and muscle. And yet here he was in pain rubbing his leg because of Warren, who tried to keep his laughter in his head.
The guy just glared back at Warren, who turned around, smiling, and went looking for a seat. Finding none empty, he again sat down next to Margaret.
Margaret turned to him, and in her lispy voice whispered, “Don’t feel bad, that guy tries to trip me every morning too.”
Normally, Warren didn’t respond to Margaret, as he didn’t really care for her, he just liked having somewhere to sit. But being in a good mood, he responded, “Yeah, well, I got him pretty hard today, we’ll see if he sticks his leg out again.”
Through her dental gear, Margaret gave him a smile that was a cross between happiness and surprise. “You mean you did that on purpose?”
A look of confusion went over Warren’s face as he responded, “Yeah.” The confusion was because as Margaret had turned to him, in her excitement, she had pulled the books on her lap into her. But it actually looked like she pulled them unnaturally deep into her stomach.
Seeing, and misinterpreting, the look on Warren’s face, Margaret frowned a bit and turned her body back to face the seat, turning her head to look out the window. While looking away, Margaret replied, “That’s so cool.”
Warren continued looking at Margaret for a bit, then turned to sit normally. His mind kept replaying Margaret pulling her books seemingly into her stomach.
After a couple minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore and simply stopped time.
Warren stood up and looked over towards Margaret. But the view out the window caught his eye. The bus had probably been going at least 55 mph when he had stopped time, and being on a highway, there were several other cars that were probably going even faster. Only now they were all stopped. There was a car just a little behind him out his window that looked like it was parked on the highway, but the driver still looked like he was driving, as he obviously just had been.
Interested, Warren walked to the back of the bus and looked out. As far as he could see on the highway, there were cars, simply stopped on the highway. It didn’t look like a traffic jam, as the cars weren’t as close as they would be in that situation. It simply looked like a bunch of cars had parked on the road.
“Cool,” Warren said aloud, enjoying the view. But after wandering around and looking out some more windows, Warren went back to his seat to return to the original reason he had stopped time.
Looking at Margaret, he picked up her books on her lap and placed them where he had been sitting. He then took a long hard look at Margaret’s body. She was wearing her usual white button-down shirt and plaid skirt. As usual, he could see the outline of her bra through her shirt, with her boobs seemingly overflowing her cups. Below her chest, her shirt pulled in an inch or two and went down to her lap. He had always assumed that her shirt and been pretty much pressed against her stomach, just a little loose, which made her look overweight. But when he had seen her shirt bend in as she had pulled her books into her, the first time he had ever seen her do that, they pulled her shirt in much farther.
Warren reached his hand out and pressed a couple fingers into Margaret’s stomach. Sure enough, his fingers sunk in about three inches past where her shirt hung before actually touching her stomach. As he did this, Warren mumbled to himself, “What the fuck?”
His curiosity getting the better of him, Warren unbuttoned Margaret’s entire shirt and pulled the sides apart. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed, as he pulled her shirt open.
Margaret was not overweight. She had a wide frame, that was definitely true. But her stomach was almost flat. He could even make out the bottom of her ribcage beneath her bra.
What shocked Warren the most about the girl’s stomach though, was that with it being so flat it made her chest look even larger. Her chest extended at least four inches out from the rest of her body, and that was with a bra that was obviously too small as her boobs were indeed overflowing the top of her very generic-looking white bra. Unable to resist, he put his hands over her boobs, quickly discovering that each boob was well more than a handful.
Once again, Warren’s curiosity drove him further. Carefully, he pulled Margaret’s body forward so he could reach behind her. Pulling her shirt out so he could look down inside of it, he tried to find the tag on Margaret’s bra. After some effort, he found it, but couldn’t read it from where he was. So he tried to unhook her bra. This took some time, as it was the first bra he had ever unhooked. Even with Sandy the day before, he had just pulled her bra up, not unhooked it.
After a lot of effort, he finally got it. He pulled the side with the tag up her back. 40DD! 40DD and it still wasn’t big enough for her! Carefully, Warren pushed Margaret’s upper body back against the bus seat and pulled the front of her bra up over her chest.
Then he just stared.
Margaret’s face may have not been much too look at – her big frizzy blond hair unable to hide her big ears, the freckles covering her face unable to hide her crooked nose, and oversized braces or some other kind of dental gear Warren didn’t know about that covered the insides of the girl’s mouth.
But going down her body, it got a lot better. Her freckles went down her neck, faded over her shoulders, and finally disappeared down the top of her enormous boobs. Her boobs were still held up in the air as if in a bra still, the line where the bra cup cut into her boobs where they began to overflow clearly visible. Reaching forward, Warren gently pressed her boobs down, trying to see what they would like like if they were hanging naturally. He found he could get them to hang down nearly to the bottom of her rib cage. He also discovered that her boobs were very full and soft. He was also impressed with the large areola covering her boobs. They were very light in color, just slightly darker than Margaret’s very white skin, but were easily two and a half inches in diameter. In the center of each was just the slightest hint of her nipples, barely sticking out. He wondered what they would like like hard, but also knew he couldn’t make that happen while time was stopped.
After spending some time staring at her chest, Warren let his eyes drop to her nearly hidden flat stomach, and continued tracing his eyes down to her crotch through her skirt. ‘What the hell’ he thought, reaching down to her skirt and pulling it up. Quickly, Warren saw two signs that the girl did not take care of herself downstairs. First, there was hair coming out the sides of Margaret’s generic, slightly loose fitting white panties. Second, even with the slight looseness of her panties, the crotch area was visibly pushed out by a sizable mound of hair.
Normally, this would have been a turn off to Warren, he hated hairy pussies in porn. But the hair sticking out the sides of Margaret’s panties was a dirty blond color, only slightly darker than her hair. Warren had never seen a blond pussy before, except for obviously bleached ones in porn. Reaching down, he hooked a finger in the side of her panties and pulled it as far as he could to the side, revealing a huge blond bush. Due to the light color of the hair, he could also just barely see through it, seeing a long slit, bigger than any he’d seen the day before, and large puffy pussy lips.
Staring at her pussy, Warren reached a finger down towards it. As his finger touched the blond hair, he felt his dick jump.
And then he stopped.
Warren stood for a few moments thinking, but quickly decided he wanted to save up for Ms. Burkhart. He could play with Margaret another day. He moved her panties back into place the best he could and then pushed her skirt down on her legs. He pulled her bra back down over her boobs, then leaned her forward to hook her bra together, which actually took more time than unhooking it. When that was done, he pushed her body back against the seat again and buttoned up her shirt. He then put her books back in her lap, placed her arms as best he could remember where they were, and sat back down where he had been sitting.
Then he started time.
He felt the seat shake as Margaret jumped next to him. She didn’t say anything, but the jump had knocked her books on the floor. She looked around slightly confused for a moment, then reached down to get her books. Warren reached down to help.
After handing Margaret her books, she looked at Warren, said, “Thanks,” then turned to look out the window. He thought she might have been lightly blushing, but it was hard to tell through her freckles. But he didn’t worry about it, and simply smiled, enjoying the rest of the trip to school.
It seemed to take forever to get to school, and then even longer for the first period bell to ring. The second he had sat down in Ms. Burkhart’s class, Warren started paying sharp attention. He planned to wait for her to write something on the board, so that her arms would be against the board like in his dream, then stop time, strip her, and fuck her.
But the class wasn’t going as he had hoped. She had been sitting at her desk until the bell rang with some other students hanging around talking to her, then she stood up and taught the class while either standing or walking back and forth in the front of the room. She never went to the board.
Warren slowly got more annoyed as the class period went by. All he wanted to do was stop time and fuck Ms. Burkhart, but she wouldn’t get in a position to do it. He’d had a boner since the beginning of the class and it was starting to hurt in anticipation.
About ten minutes from the end of the class, she wanted to open up a group discussion, having the students talk to each other and debate the points she had just brought up. As she called on the first student, she backed up to the front of her desk, jumped up and sat on it.
Warren wasted no time, cringing and setting off the sting in his forehead as soon as Ms. Burkhart had sat on her desk.
For a moment, Warren just stared, smiling, at Ms. Burkhart on her desk. She had just hopped up on it, she was leaning forward slightly, her head cocked a bit to the side, her mouth open as she had just been talking, her shoulders were slightly hunched forward, her hands resting on the edge of the desk, her knees spread a little more than shoulder width apart. It wasn’t the position from his dream, but Warren thought it might be even better.
After admiring his handiwork for a bit, Warren got up and headed towards Ms. Burkhart to do what he had wanted to do since he woke up that morning.
The first thing Warren did was untuck and unbutton her shirt. Then, pulling her straight arms off the table and into the air, he pulled the shirt up and off. This was followed by her bra, which he got off slightly faster than he had with Margaret earlier. Warren was surprised to find that she wore a padded bra, which made her boobs seem bigger than they actually were, given he thought Ms. Burkhart usually tried to hide her figure to make herself seem more professional. But after pulling it off, he thought he might understand why, as her nipples, albeit small, were rock hard and sticking out half an inch. He figured if her nipples got hard a lot she might wear padded bras to hide them.
While his initial approach had been to get Ms. Burkhart completely naked before doing anything, he could not help but spend some time kissing, licking, and sucking on her nipples before moving on.
When he was ready to move on, Warren unbuckled and pulled off Ms. Burkhart’s belt. He then unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Then, after pushing her legs closer together, he carefully lifted her up and pulled her pants down to her ankles. He was surprised to find Ms. Burkhart unnaturally light – lifting her was as simple as lifting a cup, which led him to believe that anything weighed less while time was stopped. He didn’t think about that for long though as he continued pulling her pants down her smooth legs. Before pulling her pants off, he pulled off her shoes, followed by her socks, followed by her pants. He then lifted Ms. Burkhart up again and pulled her panties down and off. Finally, Warren spread her legs apart again, then stood back and admired his naked teacher.
Ms. Burkhart was frozen on her desk, her arms straight above her head, her legs spread, totally naked. Well, not totally. Warren noticed she still had a watch and a necklace on, and proceeded to take those off just for good measure. Looking at her again afterwards, he figured Ms. Burkhart could not weigh more than 110, 115 pounds at most. She was short, at five foot four, had a small frame, and was on the skinny side at that. Her relatively small boobs, barely B-cups, certainly didn’t add any extra weight to her. He would’ve guessed she weighed even less, but he noticed she had well-toned abs and legs, and guessed that muscle must weigh something. And, as he had guessed the day before when he had touched her through her panties, Ms. Burkhart was in fact completely hairless. Not just around her pussy, but her legs must have been shaved just that morning, which he noticed pulling down her pants and panties and had touched her incredibly smooth legs. Ms. Burkhart’s outer pussy lips were tiny, with her inner folds easily sticking out from within, especially with her legs spread as they were, which exposed everything she had. He noticed that Ms. Burkhart’s clit was significantly bigger than Sandy’s was, his only real basis for comparison, but it didn’t look too big. When watching porn, Warren preferred pussies with big outer lips that hid the inner folds, but he was too turned on to care right now.
Before doing anything with her, Warren wanted to see what she looked like from the back. He walked behind the desk, and saw the tops of Ms. Burkhart’s ass cheeks sticking out the tiniest bit from her back. The rest of her ass was flushed flat against the desk. There was a tiny cave created between her ass cheeks against the desk. Entranced, Warren felt the need to push his finger in it. Not far in, her felt her asshole against the top of his finger. He twisted his hand around so his finger could rub around the ring of her asshole. While he greatly enjoyed this, Warren realized he had better things he could be doing.
He walked around to the front of Ms. Burkhart’s desk and stripped off all his clothes. His dick was harder than he ever remembered it being, a combination of lust for Ms. Burkhart, having seen Margaret’s near-naked body, and having not jerked off that morning. He approached the desk, pulled Ms. Burkhart right to the edge, lowered her arms onto his shoulders, then lined his dick up with her cunt.
Warren moaned in extreme pleasure as he thrust his dick into her. After the first thrust, he paused, holding himself inside her and enjoying the feeling of her pussy surrounding his dick. When he was ready for more, he began repeatedly thrusting into his teacher, starting slow but quickly getting into a rapid pace. He soon was thrusting so hard that he was physically pushing Ms. Burkhart backwards onto the desk – he had to hold her hips to keep her on the edge so he could keep fucking her. When that got old, he lifted her up, bouncing her on his dick as he stood still. On one hand, he wished that he could start time and see her small breasts bounce as he fucked her, rather than just stay in the position they were when he froze time. On the other, there was something incredibly sexy about seeing his teacher keep a normal face, as if nothing was going on, while he fucked her brains out.
It wasn’t long before Warren was regretting his decision to not rub one off in his morning shower. After what seemed like just a few short minutes, he was ready to cum in her, and he couldn’t hold himself back. He put Ms. Burkhart back on the desk, holding her hips steady, and began thrusting as fast as he could into her.
A scream escaped Warren’s lips as his first shot went off into Ms. Burkhart. Lesser screams continued as with each following thrust, he shot more and more into her. Finally, he thrust one last time, letting the last of his cum escape into the insides of his teacher as he dropped his head onto her shoulder, suddenly completely spent.
He stayed like this for awhile, resting on his teacher, his dick deflating inside her, trying to regain his strength and energy, having spent all he had on fucking his frozen teacher.
When he felt strong enough to move again, Warren pulled out. Remembering what had happened to Sandy, he squatted down so his face was level with Ms. Burkhart’s cunt. And just like with Sandy, after he pulled out, Ms. Burkhart’s cunt muscles stayed spread in the shape of his dick. He could see into his teacher, much farther than he could with Sandy as she was in a better position. Three to four inches inside of her was easily visible before it faded to black. He could see some of his cum stuck in her at the deepest part he could see. Seeing that, Warren felt his dick jerk up. For a little bit, he contemplated whether to wait to get hard again, or whether to stop for now and save his next load for someone else.
He decided upon the latter, grabbing his clothes and getting dressed again. Then he got to work redressing Ms. Burkhart, which proved far more complicated than undressing her. He started with her watch and necklace, followed by her panties and bra, none of which was too challenging, though it did take Warren some time to get her bra hooked, but he felt he was starting to get the hang of it. He then put her arms back over her head and pulled her shirt down over her, which took some work, then buttoned it up. The most complicated part was her pants. He had to work them up inch by inch, having a lot of trouble getting them around her knees and then finally around her ass. Tucking her shirt into her pants also proved to be a challenge, but eventually he felt he had it as good as he could get it and buttoned and zipped up her pants. Lastly, he pulled her belt through the loops in her pants, which he discovered was unnecessarily challenging. He wondered why he had pulled her belt off her pants in the first place, instead of leaving it through the loops after unbuckling it. He made a mental note never to make that mistake again.
Finished, Warren stepped back and looked at Ms. Burkhart. He realized he hadn’t put her arms back down, so he did that, placing her hands on the edge of the desk. He also brought her legs a little closer together and pushed her back a little way from the edge of the desk, trying to remember exactly how she had been when he stopped time. Having her fully lined up, he stepped back again to check on her.
She looked as close to she had been as he thought he was going to get. He went back to his seat. He took a deep breath, wondering how Ms. Burkhart was going to react. Then he set off the sting inside his forehead.
A guy in the middle of the class started talking. Most of the students were looking at him. Warren didn’t remember the guy talking when he stopped time, but it was possible he wasn’t paying enough attention, or that he stopped time right after Ms. Burkhart called on him.
Ms. Burkhart, impressively, didn’t make a sound. Her mouth had shut quickly, whether that was because she had finished speaking or something else, he wasn’t sure. He saw her head tilt down slightly as her eyes went to her crotch, clearly looking at or for something, though he wasn’t sure what. Then she looked back up at the class, definitely more red, but nothing noticeably wrong besides that. The rest of the class seemingly didn’t notice anything wrong with her.
However, for the remaining ten minutes or so of class, Ms. Burkhart did not get off the desk, though she did wiggle around on it a bit every now and then. At the end of class, she again waved students out of the room that tried to stop and talk to her. Warren purposefully took his time and was the last student to leave. Just outside the door, he heard Ms. Burkhart finally hop off her desk. He looked behind him and saw her looking confusedly at her desk, then clearly adjusted her bra through her shirt, then her panties through her pants. Apparently he had not done too good a job getting them back on. She then brushed the crotch of her pants with both hands, as if straightening her pants or something, and then did the same with the ass of her pants. However, when she did the ass of her pants, she turned her head to look at it as she did. But as she turned her head, Warren thought he saw Ms. Burkhart catch him staring at her, so he quickly turned at left, hoping she thought he was just walking by.
The next couple classes went smoothly. Feeling more confident than the day before, Warren would stop time occasionally and not only flip up a skirt, but pull the panties aside so he could look at the girl’s pussy. He always put the panties back in place and the skirt back down before starting time again though. He must have seen twenty or so pussies over the course of his next two classes, along with the time spent in the hallway in between.
It was during his fourth period class that Warren found something more interesting to do.
The girl sitting next to him was apparently falling asleep. The teacher was known for not caring if students put their heads down, he would go on teaching even if the whole class was asleep. The girl, Diane, had her arms on her desk, her head sideways on her arms facing Warren, her eyes closed, and had started to yawn.
It was the sound of the yawn that got Warren to look over. He hadn’t been thinking of doing anything when he turned his head, but as he saw Diane stretch her mouth open sideways with her tongue pressing against the bottom or her mouth, a perverse thought crossed his mind.
Warren immediately stopped time.
He felt his dick jump in his pants as he looked at Diane, eyes closed, mouth as wide open as it could possibly be. However, while his dick jumped, it was not close to hard. That didn’t stop him though. Standing up, Warren moved to stand directly next to Diane, pulling his mostly limp dick out of his fly. He had to bend his knees slightly to get his dick level with Diane’s mouth, but as soon as he did, he aimed his dick into her mouth, pressing it against her tongue.
Once it was in her mouth, Warren’s dick quickly hardened, and he began thrusting into Diane’s mouth. At first, he just pushed until he felt the back of her mouth. But he soon found that this wasn’t very satisfying. Her mouth was actually open too much, so her lips weren’t rubbing against his dick. All he was doing was rubbing his dick along her tongue.
So Warren pushed farther.
He moaned as he felt Diane’s throat muscles stretch as much as they could to allow his dick to go down her throat. Warren continued pushing until his pants were flushed against Diane’s face, not letting him go any farther. He waited for some time after he got his dick as far as he could, both in pleasure and in shock. He was in shock for two reasons. First, he easily had the last two inches of his dick down her throat, and couldn’t believe that fit into this girl. Second, those two inches that were in her throat were incredibly tight. Apparently, he thought, throat muscles don’t stretch as much as cunt muscles do.
Warren brought his hands down to the back of Diane’s head as he began small thrusts into her mouth. He didn’t pull all the way out of her mouth, or even close. He only pulled back the two inches or so until his dick popped out of her throat, and then pushed back as far as he could. Even though the strokes were small though, they were far more intense than anything Warren had experienced before, as it was the tightest thing he had ever fucked. His thrusts quickly gained in speed and he felt his balls begin to tighten.