Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 21 [timestop nc mf]

***Sorry for the long wait! I suck.***

Pyotr was worried. He had to talk to Jeremy before Jake and the Petras could move against him. He needed to show his friend that he could stop using people and go back to create the life he had always wanted.
Originally, the plan had been to involve Jeremy every step of the way. After all, Pyotr was better with theory than construction. Jeremy was the Electronics major. But over time, Jeremy had been less available, so Pyotr had learned. And if the recent tests were any indication, he had learned very well.
The Time Machine worked. It was possible to send an object forward in time. Even more importantly, it was also possible to send an object backward. Testing that had been difficult to say the least, but by adding a second departure pod, which Anna insisted on calling a “Time Shower” because of the salvaged shower stall that formed the frame, he’d managed to send a clock back to a time when he was not in the lab to observe its arrival. When he opened the arrival pod, it was there, with its hands advanced from the extra hours awaiting him. It opened a lot of very uncomfortable questions about causality and paradox states, but he was trying not to think too hard about that.
Electronics, clothing, small animals… nothing seemed at all damaged by going through the machine. By all seeming, it was ready for use. The future could be explored, and the past changed. Jeremy could undo the acts that had made him so unhappy, and Petra’s alternate father wouldn’t have to go through with whatever he was planning. Everyone wins. All he had to do was get to Jeremy first.
-*-*-
Jeremy pulled the loudly vibrating phone out of his pocket and looked at it as if it had personally offended him. Couldn’t people leave him alone? He was busy! That is, if you could call counting a sack full of money “busy.” Money was never a problem, when all you had to do was stop time and walk into a bank vault. Inventory, on the other hand, waited for no man.
Pete’s name was showing on the screen. A text message. Jeremy opened it up and read what his little buddy had to say.
“Machine complete. Tested. Pls come soon!!”
Holy shit. Complete? Jeremy quickly fired back a response.
“How complete?”
“Guessing at least 1980s. Maybe much further.”
This was incredible news. Fantastic. Exactly what he needed. Jeremy stopped time and took one last look at the group of chatty high school girls he’d been following, then took the keys out of the hand of their leader and headed for the mall parking lot.
-*-*-
“And what if you go back to before the machine was created?”
Pyotr walked over to the arrival pod. “The pad on the floor goes with you. Step on it again and press the button on the corner, and you will recall.”
Jeremy grinned. “Awesome. And it’s totally safe?”
Pyotr nodded. “The rats seem okay. A little startled, maybe. But they are acting otherwise normal.”
Jeremy had appeared in the garage moments after their text discussion. It was to be expected, since he still had control over the present, but it was still always a surprise. Pyotr had wasted no time in explaining and demonstrating how the machine worked, and now Jeremy seemed to be absorbed in the idea of finally fixing everything wrong with the past. Perhaps later on they would go together back to meet Einstein or arrest Hitler.
“…Pete?”
Pyotr blinked a couple times. “I am sorry, what?”
“I said, how sure are you about the range? Can I go back a few years right now?”
Pyotr nodded. “I’m pretty sure you can. Just try not to do anything that would make me not want to build it, because I’m not sure what will happen if it never existed.”
“Roger that,” Jeremy said cheerfully. He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and slapped it into Pyotr’s hand. “Here. You deserve a night out. Take a pretty girl to dinner or something. I’ll be back tomorrow to take a little trip.”
Pyotr looked down. The envelope was stuffed with money. “Jeremy, I-”
There was a soft “whump” sound as the air rushed in to fill the space Jeremy’s body had occupied. Pyotr sighed, thumbing through the envelope’s contents.
“Well,” he said, shoving the bills into his coat pocket, “might as well celebrate, a little.”
-*-*-
“This place is amazing!”
Pyotr smiled across the table at Anna. A single candle between them cast dancing shadows across her face and the modest cleavage of her favorite pink dress. “I am glad you like it,” he said, reaching across to squeeze her hand.
Anna squeezed his fingers in return, looking down at the menu. Most of the items had French names with short descriptions, and none of them listed a price. “Are you sure you can afford this?” she asked more quietly.
“Don’t worry about it,” Pyotr replied. “I’ve come into some money, and I want to celebrate.”
“Okay.” Anna turned a page in her menu, humming along with the soft piano music that came from across the room. Pyotr had never been to a restaurant with a live pianist before. It was a nice reminder of how special a day it was.
It also reminded him of how out of place he felt. All the men present were wearing suits much more expensive-looking than his own. The women wore classy, elegant dresses, making Anna look like a little girl playing princess in comparison. Still, he thought, the look suited her. Her dress was modestly-cut, but it hugged her tight down to the waist. The skirts below ruffled out loose, making a swishing sound when she moved.
A quick movement in the corner of his eye broke Pyotr’s train of thought. A woman at the next table was quickly pushing the straps of her dark red dress back up onto her shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she said to her date with a smile. “I don’t know why they keep slipping.”
“You know I don’t mind,” the man across from her replied with a chuckle. “But I suspect the staff might take exception.”
Pyotr wasn’t so sure of that. The woman’s body was striking, to say the least. More specifically, her breasts looked almost as large as her head. Her dress dipped down low, showing off her pale skin and delicate collarbones. Above the shoulders, she was just as lovely; her lips looked soft and full, painted to match the dark red dress, and her coppery-red hair fell in waves to the tip of her chin. Pyotr suspected that not a soul in the place would have complained about her losing a little coverage, himself included.
The waiter approached, blocking his view. “Have we decided, sir?”
Pyotr nodded. “I think so. Anna?”
Anna turned to the waiter and gave her order. She tried to pronounce the names of the foods correctly, which was cute. She failed at it horribly, and that was even cuter. Pyotr chuckled and ordered himself a steak.
Anna giggled after the waiter left. “Enjoying the scenery?” she asked quietly.
Pyotr felt himself blushing and took a sip of his drink to cool off. “Sorry. I didn’t mean-”
“Oh it’s okay,” Anna replied with a wink. “I was looking too. They’re huge!”
Pyotr glanced at the other table again. The woman’s wedding band clinked on her glass as she picked it up, lifting it to her lips and sipping her champagne. She swallowed, then shivered. The movement made her spill a little champagne between her breasts, causing her to gasp.
Anna giggled again. “Looks like it’s pretty cold,” she whispered. Pyotr smirked, noticing that the woman’s nipples were indeed pressing against the tight fabric of her dress. He watched over the rim of his own glass as she dabbed at her chest with a napkin a couple times. The cloth napkin seemed to dry her off much faster than expected, although she visibly shivered again just before it touched her skin, making Pyotr wonder if perhaps the spill had found a path down further under her clothing.
“Are you okay, Maggie?” the woman’s husband asked.
“Just a weird chill,” she replied. “Gave me goosebumps.”
Pyotr turned back to Anna, who was grinning salaciously at him. “Behave,” he warned her with a chuckle.
Before Anna could argue her innocence, a waitress approached with a basket of bread. She leaned in to put the basket on the table, and Pyotr noticed that a couple buttons in the middle of her blouse were undone. While not as large as Maggie’s at the next table, the waitress had a very nice pair of breasts, nestled in a surprisingly fancy light-blue lace bra. The blouse closed again as she stood up straight, and Pyotr decided not to say anything about it. No reason to embarrass the woman, after all.
The next few minutes passed pleasantly enough. Anna listened with a smile while Pyotr babbled about his machine. It was sweet of her, Pyotr thought, considering that she probably understood very little of what he was saying. She was simply happy to see him happy, and glad to be involved.
A surprised yelp from the next table drew Pyotr’s attention to Maggie again. The woman was looking around herself, with a hand on her hip.
“What’s wrong?” her husband asked.
“I don’t know. It felt like someone touched me, I- eep!”
Pyotr raised his eyebrows in surprise as he watched Maggie’s breasts suddenly jump and fall down, jiggling hypnotically. It almost as if they had been lifted and dropped. Almost as if…
“Damn,” Pyotr muttered, pulling out his phone.
“Everything okay?” Anna asked, looking concerned.
“Fine,” Pyotr lied. “Just have to check something.” He opened up his messaging application and sent a text to Jeremy.
“Are you in the restaurant??”
Jeremy’s reply took seconds.
“You saw that one huh. Figured you’d like that.”
“Yes lovely. Trying to enjoy night out tho.”
“Say no more.”
Pyotr sighed and set his phone on the table. “Friends can be a hassle,” he said.
“Tell me about it,” Anna replied, evidently glad to be back in a conversation she could contribute to. “There’s this one girl who literally writes people’s clothing in a journal to keep track of trends and shame people if they re-wear an outfit. And then there’s another who-”
Anna’s sentence was cut off by a gasp at the other table. Pyotr looked over and felt an immediate inner shift as part of his brain shut off.
Maggie’s dress had fallen down in the front. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was blushing brightly. Shifting a little, she carefully stuffed them back into the dress, but a moment later they popped out again, giving Pyotr and a few other diners an impressive show.
Maggie again covered up with her arms, leaning forward a little so her husband, who had risen from his seat, could help fix her dress. It seemed it had come unzipped all the way down to the small of her back. The zipper was stuck, and each time he tugged, Maggie’s arm would move and her breasts would fall free of her grip, flashing Pyotr and anyone else who cared to look.
Pyotr looked away, not wanting to make the woman feel any worse, but the image of her globelike tits and pale pink nipples had been seared into his mind. Anna was still staring when Pyotr’s phone buzzed with another message from Jeremy.
“No tan lines!!!”
Pyotr frowned and texted back. “Beautiful. But please stop.”
“Okay, okay, I get it. You like em young.”
Pyotr frowned, trying to understand what Jeremy meant by that. His eye registered movement and he looked up in time to see Anna’s dress slide down her shoulder and one of her breasts pop free.
“Anna,” Pyotr said, trying to quietly draw her attention away from Maggie, who was now retreating for the washroom with both arms trying to hide herself.
Anna giggled. “Did you see that? She was-”
“Anna!”
“What??”
Pyotr nodded at Anna’s chest just as her other breast popped out to stare at him.
“Oh!” Anna exclaimed, tugging her dress back up with another giggle. “It’s your lucky day, huh?”
“Yeah, super lucky,” Pyotr said darkly. “Wait here, will you?”
Pyotr stood and stalked toward the men’s’ washroom. He entered and checked the stalls, then turned and waited with his back to the wall. There was a soft whoosh of displaced air, and Jeremy walked out of one of the stalls, laughing.
“Oh man, that was awesome. The look on your face!”
“Jeremy. You need to stop doing these kinds of things.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Pete! Live a little!”
Pyotr folded his arms. “I live plenty, without needing to constantly humiliate people.”
“Oh, like you never played with anyone? I know you did.”
Pyotr felt his face reddening. “There is a difference!”
“Whatever. We’re gods! What does it take to convince you of that? You built a working time machine! I can stop time! We can do whatever we want!”
“We are not gods, Jeremy,” Pyotr replied. “I am a Scientist, and you took your power from someone else.”
“Someone bad!” Jeremy protested. “He abused his daughter. He didn’t deserve her!”
Pyotr frowned, thinking of the Jake and Petra from the other world. The world in which Jeremy had not won. They had seemed so in love, and the way his own Petra’s eyes had lit up when she saw her father was not something that made him think of abuse.
“Anyway,” Pyotr said with a sigh, “I have told you before to leave my sisters alone.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes. “I’m not hurting anyone. Not really.”
“Sera is traumatized! You fucked her whole dance class!”
Jeremy laughed. “Oh yeah, that was pretty cool. You know one of ‘em was a virgin? MAN she was tight, even stopped.”
Pyotr clenched his fists, then took a deep breath and let it out to calm himself. “Jeremy,” he said, “you are getting more difficult to defend.”
“Yeah, yeah. Listen, I only came here to give you this.” Jeremy dug a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Pyotr.
“What is this?”
“It’s the exact date and time I need to go back to, to fix things. And after I do, none of this will have happened anyway.”
“I am not certain that is how it will work,” Pyotr said, pocketing the paper. “The machine works, but we need to test it and understand what we are doing before we use it.”
“Change the past, change the present,” Jeremy said dismissively. “Totally new timeline. They won’t remember a thing. And since they won’t, we might as well have a little fun.” He grinned and snapped his fingers. Anna and Maggie appeared, standing fully dressed and frozen to either side of him.
“Jeremy, what are you doing?”
“Well, you’ve still got a sister I haven’t had,” Jeremy replied, reaching over and squeezing Anna’s breast through her dress. “And I figured maybe you’d wanna try out the redhead. She’s pretty tight, I checked.”
Pyotr was ashamed to feel a swelling in his pants. Maggie was a beautiful woman. But she had done nothing to deserve Jeremy’s treatment of her, and as for Anna…
“Stop touching my sister,” Pyotr threatened.
Jeremy drew his hand back. “Jealous? That’s cool. You can have her if you want. I like the milf better anyway.” He reached back and started unzipping Maggie’s dress.
Pyotr blushed at Jeremy’s accusation. The truth was, he was right. Pyotr didn’t want anyone else to touch his sister. But he also didn’t want to explain to Jeremy that he and Anna were together.
“Jesus, will you look at that ass,” Jeremy exclaimed, cupping Maggie’s rear in his hands. “Makes you wanna get up in there, huh?”
Pyotr glanced back out of curiosity and had to admit to himself that Maggie’s ass was quite nice, as was her back. Jeremy was sliding the dress off her shoulders and tugging it down, clearly intending to have some “fun” with the woman.
“No bra, but they hardly sag, too. Not that anything sags here,” Jeremy said with a chuckle. “But you saw.” He reached around and yanked the front of the dress down, pushing his hips against Maggie’s ass while he groped her bared breasts. “You wanna feel?”
Pyotr did actually want to know what Maggie felt like, but he wanted more to get Anna out of Jeremy’s sight. It was becoming clearer and clearer to him that his friend had become dangerous. “Maybe later,” he said, looking around. “Where did you get them from? I will put Annushka back for you.”
Jeremy looked disappointed. “So soon?” he asked, letting go of Maggie and stepping out from behind her. His hands left deep imprints in her time-suspended breasts. “You’re not even curious? I mean look how much she prettied up, I bet she wants it anyway. Hell, I bet she’d love it.”
Pyotr shook his head. “I am… good. Enjoy your woman.”
“Wait!” Jeremy turned to Maggie again. “At least stick around and find out what this one looks like. I only felt her up before. Whatcha think, dyed or natural?”
“I do not know. Natural, I suppose.”
“Drumroll!” Jeremy started rapidly slapping Maggie’s breasts, causing her flesh to ripple inward and stop. After a few seconds, they were squashed tight together, and Jeremy’s hands moved to grip Maggie’s dress. With a single fluid motion, he yanked it down to her knees.
Maggie’s skin under the dress was as smooth and pale-looking as her breasts had been. A near-invisible scar above her waist told the tale of a c-section years before, and below it was a well-trimmed patch of hair as fire-red as the rest had been.
“Nice,” Jeremy declared. “Don’t you think?”
Pyotr nodded. “Yes, she looks very good.”
“Feels good, too,” Jeremy said, sliding a hand up her thigh and over her mound. “I bet she’s still tight, too.”
Pyotr glanced at the door. Jeremy was distracted, busying himself posing Maggie’s body so she was bending forward seductively with her hands braced on the counter to either side of one of the sinks. “Perhaps we should leave you to enjoy her alone,” he suggested.
Jeremy scoffed. “No way, buddy! We’re celebrating! Come on, you want first crack at her? I’ll get the other one ready while you do.”
“No! Pyotr exclaimed. “I mean, it is fine. You go ahead.”
Jeremy chuckled, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down. “Alright, you go ahead too, then. Don’t worry, it’s only gay if our balls touch.”
Pyotr shook his head. “I will pass,” he said, trying not to stare as Jeremy rubbed the tip of his cock against Maggy’s privates.
Jeremy stopped and turned to look at Pyotr. “Look, Pete,” he said. A dark edge was creeping into his voice. “These two are getting fucked, one way or another. So you may as well get in on it. Because if you don’t do her, I will.”
Pyotr stared in surprise, realizing that Jeremy wasn’t kidding. He was going to have to do it, for Anna’s sake. Slowly, he started to unbuckle his own belt.
“That’s more like it,” Jeremy said with a laugh. “Put her up on the counter there, it’s the perfect height.” Turning again, he reached down and took hold of his cock, slowly guiding it into Maggie’s pussy from behind her. He gripped her hips, making a sound of pleasure as he forced himself deeper until his hips were pressed against her ass. “Fuck, that’s sweet. Your turn, Pete.”
Pyotr turned to Anna, taking in the sight of her again. She looked beautiful, with her long blond hair falling over her collarbones and a subtle application of makeup accenting all her features. The pink dress made her look sexy, but also innocent somehow, even though Pyotr knew she was anything but. Taking hold of her waist, he lifted her up and sat her on the counter.
Feeling Jeremy’s gaze on him, Pyotr started lifting the bottom of Anna’s dress. The skirts slid against each other, making a sound that felt deafening in the time-stopped silence of the bathroom. Anna’s knees came into view, and then her thighs, and finally her hips; Pyotr spread her legs and looked down at the now familiar sight of his sister’s hairless pink pussy.
“No panties?” Jeremy asked. “Nice.” Still holding Maggie’s hips, he started to move back and forth. “Go ahead, man, don’t be shy about it.”
Pyotr moved between his sister’s legs. It wasn’t like he’d never been with her; hell, if he’d asked her to come to the washroom and let him fuck her, she’d have jumped at the chance. Still, he didn’t quite feel right about using her for Jeremy’s amusement.
His cock, on the other hand, seemed to feel totally fine with it. He unzipped and pulled it free, self-consciously hiding it from Jeremy’s sight with his sister’s thigh. Stepping forward, he rubbed the tip against Anna’s lower lips until they were spread open, then started pressing into her. There was a familiar resistance before the head slipped inside her, followed by a tight, warm sensation that sent shivers up his spine. He held her hips and pressed deeper, groaning quietly.
Jeremy seemed distracted now, thrusting into Maggie’s body rhythmically and groping her breasts. Pyotr tried to ignore him and instead looked down at the sweet smile frozen on his sister’s face. “Forgive me, Anna,” he said quietly, moving back and forth slowly inside her.
“Mm fuck yeah,” Jeremy said, pumping harder into the frozen redhead. His hand was pressed against her lower stomach, keeping her from loosening up too much. Pyotr did the same, pressing his palm just below Anna’s navel. She was a small girl, and through her slim body he could feel the bulge of his cock moving inside her.
Jeremy pushed Maggie down unceremoniously, gripping her waist and using her faster. Her breasts flattened and rubbed against the shiny marble counter, and Pyotr could see a worried look frozen on her face. He tried harder to ignore it, moving faster in and out of Anna’s body, thrusting deeper and feeling the mouth of her womb.
Anna moaned, suddenly tightening around the cock thrusting inside of her. Pyotr froze, realizing with a sinking feeling that she was no longer frozen. Holding deep inside her, he did the familiar, almost unconscious gesture that would freeze her again.
“Pyotr?” Anna said quietly. “What’s going on?”
“Relax, kid,” Jeremy said. “It’s just a dream. You fell asleep at the table.”
“Pyotr?” she asked again, looking up at her brother worriedly.
“That’s… that’s right.” Pyotr forced a smile, and gave his sister a wink in the hope that she would play along. “Only a dream, of your secret desires. Relax and everything will be alright.”
Anna looked over at Jeremy, who had already resumed fucking Maggie, then up at Pyotr again. She nodded. “I trust you,” she said, relaxing a little. “Please, don’t stop.”
Pyotr shoved aside a hundred worrying thoughts, focusing on the beautiful girl before him. He started moving again, slowly at first but picking up speed as Anna’s body relaxed and accepted him inside her. Soon he was thrusting smoothly into her and she was breathing in time with his movement, whining and squeezing around him.
Another voice moaned beside them, first in pleasure as several minutes of contact caught up to Maggie and made her cum, then in confusion. She looked around, bracing on the counter as Jeremy continued fucking her from behind, then started to struggle.
“Who are you?” she asked. “What’s happening?”
“You’re dreaming, too,” Jeremy repeated, leaning over to whisper in Maggie’s ear. “You dozed off in the restaurant, you and the jailbait over there, and you’re both dreaming of this.”
“A-again?” Maggie asked. “But I’m on pills for th-AAhht ohh god…”
Anna’s legs slid around Pyotr’s waist, pulling him in deeper. Pyotr looked down and realized his sister’s head was turned to the side, watching intently as Jeremy manipulated and used Maggie’s now fully-conscious body for his own pleasure. He could feel her getting wetter around him, squeezing him in between her thighs and crossing her ankles behind him.
Abandoning his apprehensions, Pyotr fucked his sister harder. He matched speed with Jeremy, making Anna feel herself penetrated and stretched every time she saw Jeremy’s hips press against the ass of the now moaning and compliant Maggie. Anna moaned in pleasure, squirming and shifting her hips until Pyotr could feel himself hitting her deepest parts once again.
As for Maggie, she had become so compliant that Pyotr suspected Jeremy had stopped everyone else and done some “convincing”. The buxom redhead had both hands pressed to the mirror in front of her and was pushing back into Jeremy’s thrusts, filling the air with the sounds of her moans and the slapping of flesh on flesh. Jeremy was thrusting harder in response, sending ripples of force through Maggie’s flesh and making her legs shake.
Pyotr felt his body start to tighten in anticipation. “Anna,” he breathed. “I-”
“Don’t stop,” Anna begged. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t-”
Pyotr didn’t stop. He gripped Anna’s waist tighter, fucking her relentlessly, even while he felt his balls tighten and send cum gushing into her.
Anna’s dress ruffled loudly around him, shifting back and forth with their bodies. Anna cried out, cumming along with him, and Pyotr continued pumping into her while her pussy sucked out every drop of his seed.
Pyotr breathed a heavy sigh of fatigue, finally slowing down and stopping inside her. Anna reached up and pulled him down, kissing him long and deep, panting beneath him. They remained that way for a long time, until gradually Pyotr became aware of the continued moans and wet slapping sound of Jeremy and Maggie fucking a few feet away.
Turning his head, Pyotr watched as Jeremy seemed to teleport into a new position. Maggie was on her back now, with Jeremy’s hands gripping her shoulders. She spread her legs wide, letting him pound into her.
Jeremy’s hands slid inward, closing around Maggie’s throat. He started slamming into her harder, jolting her back and pulling her in again. Maggie’s moans became quieter as her air flow was constricted.
“Yeah, bitch, you like that.” Jeremy growled, driving up into Maggie. “You fucking LOVE that shit. Take it!”
Maggie’s hands came up to grab at Jeremy’s wrists, but she kept moaning even through the choking. In mere seconds, her eyes rolled back and her body spasmed; she was cumming again. Jeremy battered at her savagely, roaring out in triumph while he got off inside her.
Then it was over. Jeremy, panting, shoved Maggie down on the counter and stumbled away from her, sitting with his back to a toilet stall. Maggie gurgled and wheezed, looking very close to unconsciousness. She stopped moving a moment later, as did Anna; Jeremy had frozen them both once more.
“Whew,” Jeremy said, tucking his cock back into his pants and wiping sweat from his brow. “That was fuckin’ awesome. How about you, you like your present?”
“Jeremy,” Pyotr said, slowly extracting himself from his sister’s body, “why does my glove not work?”
Jeremy scoffed. “That? Don’t worry about that. I turned it off.”
“But why-”
“I’m so close,” Jeremy said, standing up and moving to the counter. He looked in the mirror, brushing his hair back with his fingertips. “So fucking close to everything that I’ve wanted all this time. Call it a precaution.”
“A precaution?”
“Yeah, I like to know nobody can stop me when I’m close to getting something I want. So I’ll make sure they can’t, you know, freeze time and to shit to me. Or tell anyone my secrets, on account of the blackmail.”
“Blackmail?” Pyotr asked. “What do you mean? We are partners, for science-”
“Pete, we were never really partners. I’m going home to fuck my girl now, and tomorrow I’ll be going back in time to change things. We’ll probably never have even met in the new world.” He grinned, setting his phone on the counter. “Of course, I might just pay your li’l sis a visit. I mean, look at you guys.”
The phone was playing a video clip of Pyotr fucking Anna just moments before. Jeremy had somehow recorded the whole thing. Pyotr stared in shock. “Why would you-?”
“Insurance,” Jeremy said with a chuckle, picking up the phone. “Just in case you get any ideas about stopping me.”
“I wouldn’t! You are my friend!”
“Friends,” Jeremy said with a wry smile, “are just employees who you don’t have to pay.”
There was a now familiar sensation of being moved in stopped time, and Pyotr found himself at his seat in the restaurant. He and Anna stared across the table at one another. They were both fully dressed, but the time-controlling glove he’d worn was gone.
“Suddenly, I do not feel so much like celebrating,” Pyotr said quietly.
Anna hadn’t heard Jeremy’s threats. All she seemed to know was that she had just had intense and confusing sex. “What just-”
“I will explain at home,” Pyotr said, interrupting her. “For now, just enjoy your meal.”
-*-*-
Hours later, Pyotr sat with his head hung shamefully on a chair in the living room at home. Anna sat on the couch nearby, staring in shock after his tale. “So, you see,” Pyotr said softly, “I cannot do anything to stop him.”
“And he shared this power? That was why you wore the glove?”
“Da. It helped very much in finally understanding how to build the machine.”
“You used it on me,” Anna said.
Pyotr cringed as the elephant in the room was named. “Yes. I used it, to focus you on studying. And to reward you for… good behaviors.” He paused. “You are not in love with me. I simply confused you.”
Anna stood and stepped closer. “I’m not confused,” she replied.
“Yes, you are. I manipulated you. I am sorry.”
Anna knelt in front of her brother. She was still wearing the elaborate dress, and its various folds protested loudly. “I am not confused,” she said, sliding her hands up his legs. “I love you.”
Pyotr shook his head. “It will pass.”
“It has not passed for years. It didn’t pass when I pushed you away. It will not change today.” She unzipped his pants and drew his cock out, stroking it with soft, warm fingers. It still smelled of sex, and she leaned in to begin licking the sticky skin clean.
“Mh… are you certain of this, Anna?”
Anna’s response was to look up, locking eyes with him while she slowly slid his cock into her mouth.
Pyotr groaned, feeling her throat swallowing around him. “Annushka, I-”
Anna lifted a hand and pressed her fingers over his lips. She slid up his body like a snake, slithering skin and soft fabric over him, lifting her knees to straddle his lap. “If I were confused,” she said softly, reaching under her dress, “would I do this?”
Pyotr’s breath caught as he felt Anna’s pussy sliding down around his cock. She was tight, warm, and welcoming. He slid his arms around her, pulling her in close and kissing her wonderful little mouth.
Anna kissed back, lacing her fingers behind Pyotr’s neck while she started to ride him. They moved as one, rocking back and forth, up and down, moving his cock inside of her without letting it pull out. It belonged there. She belonged there. On him, around him, and with him. There was no possible world in which this was not the truth.
It was in that moment, locked in Anna’s embrace, buried inside her body, that Pyotr understood what had to be done. It had been obvious, but until he was here in the most peaceful place in the world, he had not seen it. He could not simply let Jeremy go back and change things. That would mean losing everything he had gained: the machine, the knowledge, and even Annushka’s love. But what he could do, what he must do, was painfully clear to him.
Pyotr moaned, at once in pleasure and in relief. He knew where things had to go, what path he had to follow. He would save everyone. He kissed Anna again, wrapping an arm around her waist and helping her move faster in his lap. As soon as they were done, he thought, he would make the arrangements.
A breathy moan from Anna suggested that it might be awhile.

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