Son of the Time God Ch. 01

Themes present in this story that you may find offensive include nonconsensual/forced sex acts, incest, freeuse, humiliation, and probably more. Sexual acts are strictly male/female. All characters are over the age of 18. None of the characters depict real people. Not all of the chapters will contain incest, but this one does.

Chapter 1

I had no idea who I was, or what I was capable of, until an out-of-control SUV nearly turned my 18 year-old sister Melanie into a red stain on the intersection of Davis and Sixth.

Walking from Davis Community College to the house I share with my parents and three sisters every day is a headache, though I'm close to being able to buy a used car, thanks to my job as a hotel greeter. My sister Melanie is also a student at DCC, one year behind me. She's my favorite sister, by far. Her bubbly, down-to-earth personality makes our two mile hike to and from campus much more pleasant.

"I'm going to go catch up with Chloe and Sophie," Mel said, gripping the straps of her backpack with each thumb. She nodded forward down the sidewalk, where two young women stood waiting for the 'walk' light. Turning around, Sophie waved and flashed a smile at us. The white stick figure suddenly lit up and they began crossing the street. "We'll you at home, Ethan." Melanie flashed her perfect smile at me and started jogging to catch up with them.

I'm well aware that you aren't supposed to feel sexual attraction for family members, but I couldn't help but check her out as she ran. Her cute bubble butt bouncing in a pair of jean shorts that were way tighter than our parents would be comfortable with. Her medium-length brown hair swayed in the wind, helping a blue backpack hide her thin, hourglass frame. And she was short, very short. At five-foot-two, Mel stood at close to a foot shorter than I am. Physically, my sister Melanie was my perfect woman. 'Girl-next-door' face, thin (but not too thin), C or D-cup breasts, and a perfect ass.

I used to feel guilty and ashamed about the way I sometimes looked at my mom and sisters, but I've come to realize that every woman that I grew up with is, objectively, incredibly attractive. My three sisters and I still lived at home, each one of us, spare my younger sister Shelby, full-time students at either a community college or university.

My mother, Kendra, was a total MILF in every sense of the word. Not the bimbo-type you'd see doing porn. More like that teacher, or that one friend's mom, who everyone wanted to fuck. I've caught multiple friends discretely trying to record or take photos of her. I would always kick them out, which was hypocritical considering I did the same thing. My collection of "candids" and pictures from her social media (mostly cleavage and bikini pics) comprised a large portion of my fap collection.

Kaylee, my older sister, plays volleyball and studies biology at UCLA, now in her fourth year. She lives in an off-campus sorority house for the most part (I've been dying to visit), but she'll stay with us once or twice a week. Her personality is as shitty as she is hot, which, trust me, is saying something. Any of her sixty-thousand Instagram followers can attest to how sexy that bitch is. Her feed is full of bikini and volleyball pics; almost all of them putting her bountiful ass on full display. She's just your classic bombshell blonde Insta model with no real personality and a massive ass.

Ever since she turned eighteen, which was only last month, I've started noticing my youngest sister Shelby more. Like Melanie, she's a cute brunette with a nice personality, though not nearly as voluptuous. But Shelby just has that innocent, yet mischievous demeanor. She looks, talks, and dresses like a virgin who attends church twice a week, but the look in her eye says, "I could suck the cock straight off your pelvis and give you the night of your life." I envy the guy who takes her to bed for her first time, if it hasn't happened already.

Lost in thought, I wasn't paying much attention when Melanie entered the crosswalk directly in the path of a white SUV, which was swerving across lanes, speeding like a motherfucker directly towards her. I barely saw it myself, realizing in an instant that my sister was about to be violently launched a hundred feet down the road.

"No, STOP!!" I shouted, desperately reaching forward.

Suddenly, everything did. The car completely froze about three feet away from Mel, who had turned slightly towards her impending doom. A flock of birds hovered motionless in the blue sky above. The slight autumn breeze ceased to exist. I stood frozen as well, my heart in the pit of my stomach. After a couple moments, I realized that she was still alive, and that the car had frozen in its tracks. Almost as if in a trance, I ran towards her as fast as I possibly could. My right arm reached between her lower back and her bag, my left hand grasped the left side of her waist, and I hoisted her up. At the time I hardly noticed, but Mel's body felt incredibly light, maybe ten or twenty pounds at most. I swiftly moved her farther down the crosswalk, out of the way of the vehicle, and set her down.

"Mel?" The moment I fully realized the absurd nature of the situation was when I tried to set her down, only to realize that she was stuck in place, just like the rest of our surroundings. Her feet back on the ground, I took a step back, then leaned in. A photograph couldn't have been more still. "Helloooo, Mel? You in there?" Waving my hand in front of her face didn't help, nor did poking her in the cheek with my index finger. 'At least she's safe,' I thought. 'But, what the fuck?' Looking closer, I noticed that strands of her hair floated above her shirt, defying gravity. The hem of her shirt was slightly raised, revealing a hint of her belly. Her mouth hung slightly open, her facial expression that of shock and fear. Naturally, my eyes gravitated towards her chest. Her shirt revealed no cleavage, but she was clearly stacked, as I'd noticed many times before. 'No, not the time,' I told myself.

My eyes turned to the unmoving sky, and then to the SUV frozen still on the crosswalk. I walked back towards it and peered through the passenger side window. Inside were three attractive women, a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. In the driver's seat sat a thin, college-aged blonde who clearly wasn't focused on the road. Her head was turned to the backseat, laughing about something. The sight of this bitch being so reckless made infuriated me. I still didn't know how time had seemingly stopped, but I'd be damned if I wasn't going to take advantage of it. I walked around to the left side of the car, opened the driver-side door, and unbuckled her seatbelt. Her long blonde hair was pinned up in some kind of bob, with one of those clips that's long and looks like teeth. I don't know hairstyles.

Unconsciously driven by anger, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her out of the car. She was light as a feather, so getting her onto the pavement was easy. Her body and face remained exactly how they were when time froze. I stopped for a moment and took a breath. 'What the fuck is happening? Is this an act of God? Or a dream?' I pinched my left arm, then used it to slap myself in the face. Yes, I was definitely awake.

Thankfully, no cars were coming from either direction. Dumb bitch was two seconds from killing someone and running a red light through a four-way intersection. If time starts and all I did was move my sister out of the way, the car will run the light without hitting anything. At worst, she'll get a ticket for her daddy to pay off with no other repercussions. If you ask me, spoiled princesses deserve to face consequences for their actions.

I climbed into the driver's seat, leaving her on the street. To my right was the brunette, whose feet were up on the dashboard, slightly spread. She wore tight exercise shorts, a white crop top, and a flannel around her waist. Her thin frame accentuated her large breasts, which were propped up in a lace bra to show some deep cleavage. Her face was cute too, nice lips, bone structure. I reached over and grabbed the iPhone out of her hands. "Will this even work?" I muttered to myself, referring to whether the phone was operatable in this frozen state. Luckily, it did. I opened the Photos app and started scrolling for nudes. I didn't see any, unfortunately, though she had some hot selfie that I airdropped to myself. 'Airdrop must work because I'm operating both phones', I figured. The back of the phone contained a slot containing her school ID and driver's license. Glancing at the license, I saw that her name was Grace Aldridge, she was eighteen, five-foot-three, and lived within walking distance of my own house. 'Interesting,' I thought, as I pocketed the license and tossed the phone at her feet. Aroused from being this close to such an attractive teen, I couldn't help but peek down Grace's shirt. The sight of her breasts immediately caused my penis to fill with blood, giving me an immediate erection. I leaned over and grasped her left breast, reaching down her top. Not the first boob I'd ever held, so I knew that it felt just like one would normally. It was just as bouncy, soft, and squishy as a boob would be in normal life while I was holding it, but it stayed exactly as I left it when I let go. Her nipple hardened as I ran my finger over it. I did the same to her right boob, which responded the exact same way. My pants felt tight, my fully hardened erection straining to break free. The urge to breed her was overwhelming, but was I ready to rape an innocent woman like this? Not now, I decided. If anyone deserves it, that blonde bitch on the street does for endangering Mel's life like that.

I turned to the redhead in the backseat. Not as cute or sexy as Grace, but there was something about her. Maybe it was the freckles, or the smile. Her shirt covered her breasts, but I could tell they were still a nice size. Probably a C-cup, but maybe a D? Reaching back, I grabbed the purse on the seat next to her and the phone on her lap, which was open to Spotify. The name on her license read Hannah Portis, nineteen. She lives in another city, but close enough for me to pay her another visit in the future, if I chose. I pocketed the license and picked up the phone. Scrolling through her photos expecting to find nothing, but I quickly found a video of this innocent-looking ginger slut with a massive, black cock in her mouth, slurping up and down like her life depended on it. Impressed, I airdropped it to myself, and started making a chat group in her phone of people to send it to. I'm sure the contact named 'Dad' would be interested, I thought, smirking. Uncle Dave? Why not. Bro bro? I wonder who that could be. Added. Probably the most fucked up "prank" I'd ever pulled, but what could I say? This is a unique situation. I knew that it wouldn't be delivered until time restarted, but I added about twenty more random male names and clicked send. I tossed the phone at her feet and turned back to Grace. "I haven't gotten to experience you yet, but I'll be back. See you soon." I smiled, gave her tits one more squeeze, and hopped out of the car.

The blonde was still lying on the street. Her legs bent as if she was sitting, the look of laughter etched on her face. I had to admit, she was an absolute bombshell. Hourglass figure, nice ass, incredible tits. The tight, low-cut, white blouse and black yoga pants made that clear. My anger quickly returned when I remembered that this was the bitch who almost killed my sister. The boner that Grace had created continued to press against the inside of my pants as I looked down at the blonde with rage and lust.

"Come here." Her punishment for almost-manslaughter would a brutal, public, hate-fucking. I picked her up, tucked her under my arm, and carried her to a grassy patch behind some bushes, near the street corner where Melanie was standing. As I passed Mel, thoughts of dragging my sister behind the bushes instead crossed my mind, but I brushed that aside and continued walking.

Reaching the grass, I tossed her off my shoulder, expecting her body to crash down to earth. It stayed in place, hovering, exactly where her body had left my hands. After removing my pants and underwear, I grabbed her from midair and pushed her to the ground, positioning myself between her yoga pants-clad legs. Leaning over her, I looked into her eyes, pressing my throbbing cock against her pussy. "You stupid bitch," I whispered to her. "Can you even hear me? Of course not, but I wish you could. You're worthless. You're just a set of holes for me to stick my dick in." I brought my right hand up, and slapped her, hard, across her beautiful face. Her facial expression remained annoyingly gleeful. My aching cock grew even stiffer against her moistening cunt. In each hand I grasped her undoubtedly DD cup tits, slipping my fingers over the front of her shirt. And then I soundlessly, and unceremoniously, tore the whore's shirt in half, revealing her perfect, bra-covered tits. The black strap of her Victoria's Secret brassiere broke easily as well, revealing a pair of massive, firm, beautiful breasts. My mouth immediately watered at the sight of her juicy, teen fun bags. I leaned down and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. My erection raged on as I groped and slurped each tit, but that just wasn't enough to satisfy my craving for her silky skin.

Her phone partially slid out of her waistband as I pulled her yoga pants and panties down to her ankles. The rose-gold iPhone was password-protected, unfortunately. Her wallpaper was of her kissing some guy on the cheek, probably her boyfriend. I looked back down at her, lying on the ground, no pants, ripped shirt and bra. 'I don't think he'd be thrilled about this,' I laughed to myself. Turning the phone over, I noticed that she had one of those card cases, containing her license and student ID. I immediately noticed that her middle name was the same as my sister's first: Melanie. Tessa Melanie Primm.

I looked up at my Mel, who stood only twenty or so feet ahead, facing away. I could only see my sister's ass and the back of her head, but damn she looked good. Could time begin again at any moment? Yeah. Is it immoral to masturbate to, or worse, sexually assault, your own sister? Probably. Lust and temptation took over as I walked over to Mel, still stroking my cock.

There I stood, dick in hand, my erection just two inches away from Mel's belly. Her dark green eyes were still filled with the fear of being hit by an oncoming car. I imagined putting my cock in her open mouth, rubbing the underside of my shaft against her tongue. "I'm sorry, Mel." I whispered to her. "But I need you." With both hands, I slowly reached up the hem of her shirt, feeling the skin of her belly with my fingertips, soon reaching the bottom of her bra. My fingers continued upward, sliding under it until my palms were full of her silky smooth breasts. I explored every inch, pushing her shirt and bra up until her entire chest was completely visible. Salivating, I sucked on each one of Mel's nipples, alternating back and forth, gently flicking each one with my tongue. My hands slid down her torso, around to the butt I'd been spilling loads to for years, and slowly down the back of her pants. Never in my life would I dream that I'd be standing on a streetcorner pantless, sucking on my sister's tits, aggressively groping her buttcheeks. As if in a trance, I stood back up, pulling on my pulsating boner, and walked around to my sister's backside. I pushed the back of her head forward with my left hand and held her hip steady with my right, bending her at the waist. One strong pull of her waistband and her jean shorts hung around her knees. The sight of my little sister bent over, baring that fat ass she hauled around, almost made me cum right then and there. I lined up my cock head with her opening, but something stopped me. I guess I'm just not all that comfortable raping my sister, someone whose health and safety I care about. Yet.

My hard-on needed relief from one of these two women's bodies, so I decided to carry Mel to where Tessa lay shirtless, laying my sister on the grass by the blonde's head. Mel's shirt was still rolled up under her neck, pants around her knees. I completely removed her shirt and bra and adjusted her position so that she sat on her hands and knees, facing me, open-mouthed, fear in her eyes. The impulse to shove my cock down her throat almost overtook me, but Tessa is the one needs to be assaulted, the one who needs a throat full of cock and cum. I knelt between the blonde teen's legs and quickly turned her onto her front. The job of removing the rest of her clothes didn't take long at all, and soon she laid prone in the grass, completely nude. Within seconds I was laying on top of Tess, my aching cock lined up with her pussy. "This what you get, slut." I whispered in her ear, before slamming my seven-inch shaft inside.

Tessa's vagina was warm, wet, and soft, and perfectly enveloping my member. I'm sure she would've been tighter in real time, but damn, it felt good anyway! I started slamming it inside of her repeatedly, feeling her ass cheeks hit my thighs. I grasped her hair, pulling her head back forcefully. "Look at me," I whispered into her ear. "I said look at me, fucking whore!" And again, I slapped her. And again. And again. I slapped her other cheek. The whole time, fucking her into the ground, showing no mercy. I continued whispering to her. "Should I cum inside you? Should I put a baby in you? You can just pretend it's your boyfriend's." How I wished she could respond. She looked like enough of a slut that she would enjoy it. I pushed Tessa's face into the dirt and grass in front of us and continued my assault. "You like that, Melanie?" Realizing that I'd said my sister's name on accident, I briefly froze, but felt renewed vigor as I imagined that I had Mel pinned under me. "Melanie," I moaned, still holding Tessa's head down, resuming my forceful assault. My sister remained in a kneeling position, only five feet away. I locked my eyes on her, and after twenty more seconds of passionately fucking my blonde sex doll, slowly removed myself from Tessa. Giving in to temptation, I knelt behind Melanie's outstretched ass and lined the head of my cock up with her vaginal opening. Trembling with anticipation and lust, I gently pushed until I was balls deep in my sister. All sense of morality disappeared from my mind as I penetrated her.

"Oh, Mel..." I gasped. My balls already started to churn and tighten. Holding the sides of her hips, I pulled out and thrust back in. And then again, but harder. Each time I fucked my sister's pussy, I came in with more velocity and force. Time being frozen meant that I couldn't hear her sex noises, the clap of her ass, or see her sexy body parts bounce, unfortunately. I grabbed a handful of her brunette locks in my left hand and wrapped them around my fingers, making the perfect reigns to hold her head back, and bring her exposed neck to my lips.

"Melanie," I whispered, kissing her neck in between words. "I've wanted you for so long." As I continued fucking her from behind, I groped her chest with my free right hand, using my arm to hold her tight against me. Never in my life have I been more aroused. "Mel, I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to cum in your pussy! That's my slutty little sister!" Closer and closer to blowing my load, I knew that I had a decision to make. As much as I wanted to release my seed into Mel's womb, I worried about knocking her up. That's a good way to get caught or have a fucked up incest baby. I looked back at Tessa's nude, used body lying in the dirt. Pathetic. I pulled out of Mel and set her body to the side.

'For a white sorority slut, you've got a nice ass,' I thought. I looked down at Tessa's nude, used body with a sense of satisfaction, and pulled out my phone. After snapping a couple photos, I laid back down on top of Tessa, this time sticking my erection in her asshole. 'Fuuuuuck that's tight,' I thought, thrusting in and out, deeper and deeper. I looked up at Mel, gazing deep in the eyes as I fucked her almost-murderer in the ass. "Mel, Melanie," I gasped as pre-cum leaked into Tessa's anus. "I'm, going, to cum...!" Just before I filled Tessa, I quickly pulled out, stood up, and shoved my cock into Mel's already-open mouth. Her brown hair flowed through my fingers as I held her down. I felt her lips against the base of my shaft as I bucked against her face, shooting ropes of cum down her throat. After a couple minutes, I slowly slid out of her mouth. Her hair was disheveled, clothes messy, mouth open and full of semen (plus whatever got on my cock from Tessa's ass).