Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 15 [timestop nc mf]

***Sorry I’m late. Holidays and computer problems.***

Petra closed her laptop and shoved it away in disgust. “Fucking shitballs,” she declared.
“What’s wrong, Pet?” her father said, walking up from behind. He leaned over the back of the couch and wrapped his arms around her.
Petra nuzzled into his arm and sighed. “The usual. Another school came up blank.”
Jake kissed her head. “You know, it’s possible they didn’t go to one. After all, he doesn’t have to work for a living anymore.”
Petra shrugged. “I know. But it’s all I’ve got to go on.”
Getting information had been difficult in the weeks since they’d arrived in the alternate universe, or “Channel 2” as Petra liked to think of it. There were no newspaper articles about either a Jeremy Smith or a Petra Stevens anywhere in the last two years. Petra Smith and Jeremy Stevens didn’t provoke any hits, either. There were also no missing persons reports, so presumably either her mother had been told a convincing story for why her runaway daughter never returned, or she just didn’t care.
Finally, out of ideas, Petra had tried a long shot: phoning Katie.
“Petra?” Katie had sounded doubtful, then amazed. “Oh my god, it’s been years! How are you?”
Petra had to think fast, so she’d kept her responses neutral. “I’m alright,” she’d replied. “I just thought we oughta catch up. You know, the way friends do.”
“Oh, is that what friends do? And here I thought they just groped and made out.” The smirk in her voice had been beyond audible.
“Katie, you’re such a perv. I bet you still lust after my dad.”
There was a long silence. Petra had forgotten that Channel 2’s Jake was dead.
“Petra, I-”
“Sorry,” she’d said. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Anyway, we should catch up, you know? Where are you these days?”
“Oh, I’m doing fieldwork in Montana, but I’ll be back home in a few months. Maybe I’ll swing by, you can tell me all about University!”
That was it. One sentence, the only remotely solid information she had on where her double had gone, and it was hearsay. Still, it was fairly believable. Petra knew that Katie wouldn’t have stopped looking unless she was certain nothing bad had happened. Especially after what happened to Channel 2’s Jake. So for whatever reason, the other Petra had gone along with Jeremy when he left town.
The running theory was that Jeremy stole the remote. Nothing else seemed to make sense. There was no way she would have gone with him willingly. She imagined for the thousandth time what her double had been through, being under the control of that greaseball asshole, and shuddered.
“Petra?” her father asked, loosening his grip on her.
Petra snapped back into the present. “Sorry. Just thinking.”
Jake nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her on his lap. She barely even noticed the switch when he “blinked” from behind to beneath her; he was getting much better at Channel 2’s timebending. “You know,” he said, kissing her neck, “we don’t have to go after her. We could just relax here.” He gestured around at the penthouse they’d rented together. “I’ll be able to get us out of here before too long, and then we can go home or check out another world.”
Petra sighed, wriggling into the place in his lap where she fit perfectly. “I know, Daddy,” she said, “but I just can’t stand the thought of whatever he’s doing to her.”
“You realize that there’s infinite worlds out there. On half of them, things will be bad. We can’t fix them all.”
“No. But we can fix this one. And infinite versions of us will fix infinitely more. Right?”
Jake shrugged. “And half of infinity times we’ll fail.”
Petra turned around, straddling her father’s lap and pushing him back into the couch. The soft hotel bathrobe she was wearing fell open, revealing her milky skin and perky breasts, but his eyes stayed locked on hers.
“Daddy,” she said, gazing unblinking down at him. “This isn’t like you. What’s really going on?”
Jake shrugged. His hands slid up his daughter’s thighs to her waist, pulling her down tighter on him. She could feel a familiar bulge in his pants through the thin fabric of her panties. “I’m just worried for you,” he replied. “We know our Jeremy is no threat, but this one apparently killed me and enslaved you. He might be more than he seems.”
Petra shifted her hips back and forth, grinding slowly along the length of the rod beneath her. “What if we’re super-extra careful?” she asked, putting a girlish tone in her voice that she knew her father enjoyed.
Jake sighed, sliding his hands up her sides and pushing the robe down off her shoulders. “If we’re careful. And as soon as I say it’s over, we get out.”
“Agreed,” Petra said with a smile, taking her father’s hands in her own. She squeezed his fingers affectionately, then pulled his hands up to cover her breasts, biting her lip and grinding harder on his lap when he grabbed and squeezed her. “Mmm Daddy, how long has it been since I had you inside me?”
“About an hour.” Jake grinned. “Entirely too long.”
Petra was already unzipping and opening his pants as he spoke. She made a happy little squeal when his cock burst free, pressing it to the crotch of her panties and holding it there, eagerly stroking his length with her hips.
Jake leaned up and kissed her, moving one hand to comb through her long, fire-red hair. Kissing her father felt natural to Petra; they were as in love as anyone had ever been, and the only time she felt truly safe was when his arms were around her.
Petra reached down and slid her panties to the side. Her hips rose and, with the familiarity of old lovers, she pushed the tip of his cock inside herself. She moaned into his mouth as she sank down again, savoring every moment of him sliding deeper and stretching her to a perfect fit around him.
There was no more need for either of them to say anything. Petra lifted and lowered her hips, pushing down slowly but firmly. She took her father’s hand, lacing their fingers together, while her other hand held onto his shoulder.
Jake’s free hand remained on his daughter’s breast, holding it – and her – with a loving possessiveness. She could feel him throbbing deep inside her, pressing hard against her womb every time she wriggled down onto his lap. He began to push up against her, bringing their joined hands to her waist and holding her steady atop him.
There was no sound in the room other than what they made: the shuffling of bodies, heavy breathing, and moaning associated with the act of making love. At some point, Petra realized, her father had stopped time; probably the moment when he entered her. Knowing that no one would hear or see them, Petra moaned more loudly, pulling Jake’s shirt off and pressing her chest against him while she rode faster on his lap.
No longer holding her breast, Jake’s hand went to the small of Petra’s back. He leaned and twisted, and in a skillful flip that made her giggle, he pushed her down on her back on the couch. His body pressed down on hers; she used her legs to push his pants the rest of the way off, wrapping her arms around his neck while he started pumping down into her.
His hand went down to her ass, squeezing and pulling her up into his thrusts, making Petra cry out with pleasure. Their voices intertwined as much as their bodies had, panting and moaning while their rhythm grew faster and more urgent. Petra could feel a buildup within herself, a dam ready to burst; even now, contracting around him, moaning through her fourth orgasm, she knew that something big was coming.
The floodgates opened for them both at nearly the same time. Jake, grunting and groaning with blissful effort, struck down into Petra and began shooting white hot inside her. He only remained still a moment before pulling back and thrusting again and again, forcing their hips together so hard that a distant part of Petra’s mind felt her thighs getting bruised.
That colder part of her was drowned by a wave of screaming pleasure that exploded over her whole body, making her tingle all the way to her fingertips. Petra tried to scream in bliss, only to find she was already doing so. She could feel herself spasming around her father’s cock, gripping and pulling at it, trying to grab him in even further every time he moved.
Even as the moment passed, they both continued moving for a few seconds, holding onto the sensation and dragging it out. Jake leaned down and kissed his daughter lovingly. His mouth was warm, and tasted faintly of a bowl of cherries he’d been eating earlier.
Petra’s legs slowly unlocked behind Jake’s back. She lay beneath him, panting, while he brushed a copper lock of hair away from her face.
They turned to the side, shifting until Petra’s back was tight against her father’s chest and his arms were wrapped tight around her. His heart was pounding a gentle rhythm on her back; it was the last thing she felt as sleep overtook her, along with her father’s whisper in her ear.
“We’ll save her, my love.”
-*-*-
Annushka paced back and forth, traversing the length of her bedroom over and over. She was afraid to look down; odds were good that she was wearing a rut in the carpet. She wanted to tell herself that it was normal, that she always paced when she was thinking. But the truth was, nothing was normal and she’d never had to think before.
Was that true? She threw herself on the bed, burying her face in her pillow as the memories flashed by. Life had always been pretty easy for Anna. She had a big sister who was like a mountain watching over her, so she was never in any danger, and the twins were smart enough that she could lean on them for help with schoolwork. Her mother saw her as forever being her little baby, and her father didn’t really know how to relate to girls despite having three of them, so he just threw money at her. Even other kids her age had never been a problem; her natural charisma won over the girls, and her looks made the boys like big dumb robots.
She had literally never had a problem. At least, not a real one.
Well, she had one now. A big one.
It all went back to that physics homework. Maybe a little further if you wanted to be picky; Anna had always found her big brother Pyotr to be attractive. As a little girl, she remembered following him around until he and Serafina got annoyed and complained to their mother. Sera was Pyotr’s twin, and for as long as Anna could remember, Sera had been monopolizing Pyotr’s time and attention.
Over the years, things changed, and her brother had gone from merely cool and fascinating to legitimately handsome. Anna would watch him when he didn’t realize it; she knew all his body language, all his facial expressions, even which vein throbbed when he got a headache from studying too hard or which worry lines showed when he was working on a problem.
Sera had backed off from Pyotr as their interests diverged; she was more into physical things, sports and gymnastics, whereas Pyotr was all about Science. But still, any time that Anna had tried to get close, to work on their relationship as siblings, Sera had been right there in her face, as if she was some sort of harpy circling around, screaming to break everyone’s concentration while she chose her prey.
So, time and again, Anna had fallen back on defensiveness. She called Pyotr stupid, said she didn’t want anything to do with him, disrupted his peace and quiet. She didn’t really understand why she did it herself; it was just how she dealt with things.
But everything changed that day when she made her mother force Pyotr to help with her homework. Her need for help was legit; she was having a hell of a time keeping up in Physics class, and that sort of thing was her brother’s specialty. Still, that irrational little bitch-voice in her head had won over, and she’d tried to make him do all the work rather than admit that she wanted to work with him, that deep down she really wanted to learn about the sciences that took up all of his time.
Maybe it was when her phone zapped her ear and she really was crazy, but something had changed inside her that day. It had started with her drifting attention; whenever she stopped listening, something would happen that hurt her ear. It was like a needle in her brain. So she listened more carefully, and that was when it happened.
“Derive,” he’d said. The word had rolled from his lips like honey, and with it she’d felt a tingling wave of pleasure. Something in her body was responding to her brother, to his teaching and approval. Every time she did something right, she got a rush of sensations. By the time the homework was finished, she was writhing in her chair, soaking her panties and trying hard not to let Pyotr see what was going on.
She’d changed her behavior since that day. Whatever was going on inside of her, she embraced it. Pyotr had been staying at home more lately, working on some machine in the backyard shed, and Anna took every opportunity to take advantage of his presence. It seemed that whenever she was kind to him or made him proud, she would experience some degree of pleasure. Especially when she showed him completed schoolwork.
Her grades had come up as a result. The first time she brought home a Physics test with a big red “A” on it, Pyotr knocked on Anna’s door to congratulate her. Through a closed door, he told her how awesome he thought her work was. She had to hold a pillow over her face to keep from screaming, and afterward she put on clean clothing; her pants and underwear had been soaked by one of the strongest orgasms of her life. She even felt empty inside, like she’d just had really good sex.
Not that Anna had a lot of experience in that area, of course. She was by no means a virgin, but neither was she the slut that pretty seniors are assumed to be. She had been with only two boys before, and neither of them had been particularly good in bed. She’d also fooled around with one of her girlfriends who had a toy that she insisted was average sized for an adult man. Anna had her doubts, as it was bigger than anything she’d seen, but she used it anyway. The exhausted, well-used glowing feeling after an evening with that toy was almost the same as the feeling she got when Pyotr saw her test paper. Almost the same, because Pyotr was better.
He was out there right now, working on that project with that boy Jeremy. Now there was someone who gave Anna the creeps. He was always staring at her. She could almost feel his eyes, like fingers all over her skin. But Pyotr idolized Jeremy, saw him as an amazing friend and colleague. It probably had something to do with the black fingerless gloves they each wore on one hand, but when Anna asked, Pyotr had said it was just part of some experiment having to do with skin and bones in the hand or something.
Anna wished Jeremy would go away. She wanted to get Pyotr alone. She wasn’t sure quite why; she told herself she just wanted to ask him about science and get off, but part of her felt like there was more to it. Sometimes, when her “episodes” came over her, Anna would black out for a moment and dream. In the dreams she was always blindfolded and she could feel someone holding her still. Whoever it was, he was always inside her already, and would fuck her until he came. Then she would wake up, fully clothed but feeling sore like she’d just been ravaged.
Part of her thought the man in her dreams was her brother, and that she ought to tell him about her strange feelings. She often heard his voice during the dreams, whispering in her ear or moaning in pleasure. She could just come clean about what was happening to her, and let him tell their parents so she would be sent away to a hospital to get less crazy.
Another part of her wanted to go out there right now, maybe bring the boys something to eat or drink. Maybe chat a little about their super-secret project, and just ride the wave. Anna moaned, turning over on her back. She wasn’t sure when during her thoughts she had started touching herself, but her hand was in her panties and she was already feeling the pleasure building.
She rubbed her pussy in fast circles with all four fingers, biting her lip and squirming a little. Back when she was younger, just starting to mature, she used to do this every night, thinking about boys at school or on TV and even fairly often imagining her brother. The way he smiled at Serafina when they shared some private joke, or how he listened as Zarya bragged about her new personal records in the gym. The way, lately, he had been smiling and listening to her as well, Anna realized. She thought back to the first time she’d blacked out, when she’d touched his arm and suddenly everything was dark and she was wrapped around someone, someone whose cock was inside her and fucking her. She’d cried out like a whore for him in her dream, and now she bit back a similar cry as she pushed two fingers inside herself.
Anna bucked her hips, with one hand over her mouth and the other pumping into her almost painfully sensitive pussy. She whined and squirmed, giving in to the temptation and letting her imagination run wild. In her mind, she saw that first vision – not dream, vision – but the blindfold came off, and she was in Pyotr’s lap, squeezing her legs around his waist while his cock thrust up into her. She begged him to fuck her harder, and he kissed her to shut her up.
She focused on the smooth feeling of him, stretching her out but not hurting her, skin slipping on skin naturally and beautifully. Her boyfriends had used condoms, so she had no idea what it felt like without one, but she thought it must be like this. Warm and wet and perfect. She remembered the heat that rose into her when her vision came, and felt her orgasm spill over at the thought of feeling it again.
Anna slammed a pillow over her own face and screamed, pounding her fingers into herself as fast as they would move. Her back arched, pushing her hips up against her imaginary partner, and she felt a warm flow running against her palm. Her breath caught, then released, and she fell back onto her bed once more, vaguely aware that she was now laying on a wet spot.
Anna’s clothes were clean when she walked out into the yard a few minutes later, but she could still feel the warmth and a slight sticky moisture between her legs. She carried a bag with three glass-bottle sodas in it, cold to the touch and sweating in the springtime heat. She knew how they felt; she felt a little like sweating herself.
There was a mechanical humming sound coming from the shed, but it died down a moment after she knocked on the door. There were sounds of movement, and a muffled conversation. Her brother’s voice raised.
“I keep telling you, no,” she thought he was saying. “She is off-limits!”
Anna’s mind went into overdrive. Who was off-limits? Was he talking about her? She knew Jeremy liked to stare, perhaps Pyotr was protecting her from his closer attentions? The door opened a few inches, revealing his face. “Annushka,” Pyotr said. “What is it?”
Anna lifted her bag. “I brought these,” she said, unable to keep the long habit of sounding annoyed at bay.
Pyotr smiled. “Thanks,” he said, reaching in and pulling out two of the bottles. “Tell mother we appreciate it.”
Anna opened her mouth to protest, but lost her nerve and simply nodded. Let mother have the credit, she thought. It wasn’t the right time to raise any of these points. Besides, she could hear Jeremy in there, moving around, and the last thing she wanted was his eyes all over her again. She wished he would fucking leave so she could hang out with her brother.
“Was there anything else?” Pyotr asked, cocking his head curiously.
“N-no,” Anna replied. “Don’t be late for dinner.”
“Thanks again,” Pyotr said, touching her arm before shutting the door in her face.
Anna stood still for a second, reaching to touch the place where his fingers had contacted her skin. Then she fell to her knees in the grass, gasping and fighting the urge to moan as her body lit on fire with sensations. It felt like someone had just touched every single inch of her, paying special attention to her more sensitive areas. It wasn’t enough to cum again, just enough to make her mind shut off for a few seconds.
Gathering herself, Anna twisted the top off of her last soda bottle and downed half of it. She held the bottle against her forehead for a moment, breathing slowly and letting the cool, moist glass calm her heart. When she was sure the episode was over, she hefted to her feet and returned to the house.
Something felt odd as she walked, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it at first. Then she realized it, taking a step up onto the back porch.
She was still wet, but no longer sticky. It felt like she had been cleaned up with warm water. Somehow, something had mopped up her cum. Or licked it up.
-*-*-
Jeremy snickered. “Dude,” he said, “what did you just do to her?”
Pyotr shrugged. “Just some positive reinforcement. She has become a much more dutiful sister recently.”
“And you still won’t let me-”
“No,” Pyotr said, crossing his arms. “You may not ‘play with’ Annushka. Nor any of my sisters. Now please, hand me the blueprint for the turboflux array. I want to be certain of its capacity; it is very precise.”
Jeremy handed over a piece of paper with scrawlings and sketches on both sides. It was incomprehensible to most people, but to Pyotr it was poetry. Elegant movements of matter and energy, performing an intricate dance for him. He began checking the dimensions with a small electronic ruler. Designing and building tools had been the first step of the project; most of what they needed did not exist.
“Still, ya can’t blame a guy for asking,” Jeremy said, leaning against a workbench and picking some grit from under his fingernail. “She’s a real cutie.”
“Mmhmm,” Pyotr replied, moving on to another part of the array. It was made up of precisely-arranged copper tubing, wrapped with ultra-thin wire. When it activated, it would produce an electromagnetic field that would be both self-boosting and self-cancelling. Hopefully, it would neutralize enough of the natural forces nearby that the machine would not simply turn objects into paste when they passed through it.
“You know who’s really hot in your family though?” Jeremy mused. “Sera. She’s got that trim figure, and that rack… dude, don’t tell me you never even look.”
The image of Sera’s breasts flashed in Pyotr’s head. He slammed the ruler down on the workbench. “Enough! Please,” he said, “I have a lot to go over before we test any of this hardware.”
“Don’t you trust my work?”
“Of course I do. But if either of us miscalculated, I figure it is even odds that we kill at least ourselves. Likely many more.”
“Noted.”
Pyotr sighed, turning to face his friend. “This must be boring for you. Perhaps you should take Petra out on a date? I will finish up here.”
Jeremy scoffed. “Petra’s in downswing right now. It’s her depression. She can’t really enjoy anything. Even sex, she just sort of zones out.” He chuckled. “Not that I mind that, but you know. She’s not very good company.”
Pyotr raised a brow. “I had no idea things were so bad for her.”
“They’re not, not really. But she can’t see it that way. It’s alright, she’ll come around.”
“Let us hope so,” Pyotr said, returning to his work.
-*-*-
Jeremy was beyond bored. He understood the need for precision in his work. Even though he had no idea how some of the machinery worked, he knew enough to know what was dangerous. For instance, absolutely every part they had built so far could probably kill someone. So yeah, he was pretty fucking careful to follow the specs.
Still, Pete had to be careful. It made sense. It was just so boring waiting while he checked over every inch of piping and wire with the laser-ruler. Jeremy picked his phone up off the workbench and started looking through his old images.
The oldest ones were all of Petra. She had always been so beautiful, it still made his heart hurt to look at her. She would be like that again, when all this was done: vibrant, happy, full of life and attitude. He would repair the damage her father had done, somehow.
There came a point in the pictures where it was obvious that Jeremy had obtained the remote. Not only did the images of Petra get a lot more explicit – her staring blankly, wearing lingerie or even nothing at all, in whatever pose he had thought looked sexy at the time – but it included other women, as well. That european neighbor chick, Natalia, showing off her body with a mysterious and sexy smile. Some of the girls at school who used to harass him, flashing their tits or kneeling in front of teachers with dicks in their mouths. Some of the jocks at school, also with each other’s dicks in their mouths. Jeremy chuckled.
He glanced down at the workbench. Peter’s phone was sitting there as well. He picked it up and unlocked it.
The most recent media file was a short video, titled “JULIA”. Jeremy muted the phone and played it, watching as a total MILF of a babe literally stripped down and started playing with herself. The video ended too soon, but it proved that old Pete was a bit of a bad boy just like him.
Jeremy sent the video to himself and deleted the record, then went through the contacts. It was a long shot, but…
“JULIA”. A contact right there in the list, with just an address in the details. Jeremy closed the contacts and set the phone down.
“I’m goin’ out for a while,” he said. “Text me if you need anything.”
Pete waved dismissively, and Jeremy shoved his hands in his pockets and walked outside. The sun was smiling down on him. He stopped time and stood there a moment to enjoy it, then walked into the house.
On a whim, he checked the bathroom. Anna was in there, standing in the shower and surrounded by droplets of cold water. Jeremy used a towel to push the airborne droplets out of the way, then reached in and gave her perky breast a little squeeze, leaving a perfectly-formed handprint.
He was tempted to do a little more, but he had places to be. After all, he was the Time Master; Pete was his assistant, not the one holding the power. So it was only fair that whatever Pete got to enjoy was shared with him.

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