Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 18 [timestop nc mf]

***Okay, so this is a 9k word chapter. Sorry. Not sure what was going on when I wrote it, probably shoulda split it up. Anyway, enjoy!***

Pyotr worked long into the night on his machine. He knew he was being more meticulous than he had to, but there was a non-zero chance that the machine, if not properly calibrated, would annihilate everything in the near vicinity. He had not shared all of his concerns with Jeremy, since some of them were very small chances, but neither was he willing to take risks.
Jeremy did not return to disturb him, which was good. Anna came in once with a plate from dinner, and Sera stopped by and left without saying anything, but apart from that, his work continued undisturbed.
It was finally time to rest when his vision started to blur. Pyotr stretched, cracked his spine, and left the shed, locking it tight behind him. The lights were out, so he entered the house as quietly as he could through the sliding glass door of the living room.
Annushka sat up and yawned. She had been laying on the couch under a blanket, and was wearing a loose button-up pajama top. “Hey,” she whispered, smiling shyly.
“Annushka?” Pyotr turned on a lamp. “What are you doing here?”
Anna swung her blanket-covered legs off the couch to face him. “I didn’t want to disturb you,” she said.
“So you are on the couch because…?”
“Because I want to talk to you. Alone.”
Pyotr raised a brow. He sat on the other end of the couch with his arms crossed, putting some space between them. “What is on your mind?” he asked, trying to keep his face blank.
Anna was quiet for a long time. She looked down at her hands, folded in her lap. “It’s not easy to say,” she said.
“What is not easy to say?”
“That I’m sorry.”
Pyotr chuckled. “I do not think you have ever said that to me before, sister.”
“Well, I should. I’ve been… a really bad sister. And a bitch. Just rotten and miserable to you for years.”
“Yes, you have,” Pyotr replied. “But I have told you as much, and Sera has said even more.”
Anna cringed at the sound of Sera’s name. “Well, I won’t be. Not anymore.”
“Okay,” Pyotr replied.
“I’m serious!” Anna said more loudly, turning to look him in the eyes. She looked like she was about to cry from the shame of apologizing. “I was so jealous of what I couldn’t…”
“Could not what?” Pyotr uncrossed his arms. “Why would you have been jealous of me?”
“Not of you… of Sera.”
“Sera?”
“Yes! When I was little, don’t you remember? I used to follow me around, and you took care of me. Mom says you taught me to walk and all sorts of other things!”
“Yes, it was hard for her so I helped a lot. I sort of remember.”
“Do you remember why I stopped?”
“You grew up, you didn’t need me anymore.”
“No!” Anna exclaimed, then blushed and lowered her voice. “No. I remember. I was learning to read, and you were helping. I was learning so much from you, and Sera, she got upset.”
Pyotr shook his head. “Sera was always there, but I do not remember-”
“She did! She started pulling you away to play outside or watch a movie or whatever, anything she could think of to keep you all to herself. Going where I couldn’t, telling me to stop following.”
Pyotr frowned. “If that is true, then why have you been, ah…”
“A bitch? Because I couldn’t stand it. I started telling on you two when I could, getting you in trouble… breaking your toys, or whatever I could to make you unhappy. Eventually I just sorta got used to it and convinced myself I hated you. I even forgot why, for a long time.”
“But you remember now.”
“Yes!” Anna sniffled, wiping the tears that were starting to fall. “I remember it all. I’ve been… feeling differently lately, and I couldn’t figure out why, until I remembered it.”
Pyotr was surprised to find he felt relieved. He had been conflicted about brainwashing his little sister into being less awful to him, but if she had always felt that way, then all he had done was repair the damage that a rambunctious young Serafina had unknowingly done. He smiled and reached out, touching her shoulder.
Anna scooted closer, tossing the blanket over Pyotr’s lap and leaning her head on his shoulder. The hand and arm he had meant to use to give her a reassuring pat were now around her shoulders, and she pulled his hand down to hold her. “Do you think we could start over?”
Pyotr shrugged. “I do not know if ‘starting over’ works in this case.”
Anna nodded, looking down at her lap. “I guess that’s a bit much to ask. Still, if you’ll let me, I want to be a good sister and a friend, starting now. I could even be your lab assistant!”
“No!” Pyotr sputtered, then shook his head. “I mean… I do not want an assistant. But yes to the rest. I would very much like you and I to no longer be enemies.”
“Is that what we were?”
“Little bit,” Pyotr replied, and they both chuckled. Anna snuggled in closer, pressing her thigh against his.
“Annushka,” Pyotr said softly, “where are your pants?”
“In the wash. Just panties. Sorry.”
“It is all right. I used to change your diapers.”
Anna giggled. “You know, I used to think something was going on between you two.”
“Me and… Sera? What sort of thing?”
“Well, you know… I mean she’s always touching you and stuff. It looks like you’re dating.”
“Yes, she enjoys confusing people.”
Anna was silent again for several seconds. She smelled faintly of vanilla. Pyotr thought about trying to get up and go to bed before they both fell asleep, but as soon as he shifted his weight, Anna spoke up again.
“Could there be?”
Pyotr coughed. “What?”
Annushka twisted to look up at him. “Between you and her. In another dimension or something, could there be something between you two, something romantic?”
Pyotr looked up at the ceiling, imagining the stars and seeing them split into duplicates of themselves. “Some people believe that there is a universe for every possibility,” he said. “Every decision creates two realities. There is even evidence for this when observing electrons and-” he stopped, knowing he was rambling. “So yes, of course.”
“Every possibility? So there’s one where I punch you in the face right now?”
“I suppose so. If you believe in free will, which physics is a little unsure of.”
She giggled. “There’s gotta be a lot of weird universes where people do random stuff, huh?”
“I suppose there must,” Pyotr said. “And many as well where we are good friends, and never-”
Pyotr’s words were cut off by something warm and soft pressed against his lips. Anna’s hands reached up to hold his face, pulling him in tighter while she kissed him.
“Mh- Anna, what are you doing?” Pyotr asked.
Anna let him go and blushed deeply, curling up and hugging her knees to her chest. “I’m sorry, I… I just had to know what it felt like, once.”
Pyotr wrapped his arm around her again and pulled her in close. “It is my fault,” he said.
“How?” Anna asked. Her voice was unsteady, as if she was about to cry or be sick.
“I just… you would not understand. It is a long story.”
“Oh.”
“What did you mean, what it felt like? I know you have kissed boys.”
“Yes, but none of them were… you.”
Pyotr smirked. “Well, I’ll take it as a compliment, I suppose.”
Anna nodded, letting her legs down. She had kicked the blanket to the floor, and Pyotr found his eyes drawn to her light, smooth skin.
Anna bit her lip, looking up at him. “You know, I could make it up to you.”
“What?”
“All those years. Being so awful when all you ever did was be nice.” Her hand slid over Pyotr’s upper thigh. “I could do something to make you feel good. You know, as an apology.”
“Anna, I don’t know-”
“Shh,” Anna said, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. She moved with practiced ease, stroking him base-to-tip in a smooth motion that never stopped, changing directions fluidly while she looked up at him. “Just… let me take care of it. I know how.”
Pyotr gasped at the sensation of her warm fingers sliding over his skin. His mind locked up in confusion. On the one hand, he had already been physically intimate with Anna, many times. The only difference was that it was her idea now. On the other, his little sister’s hand was on his cock.
“Anna, we can’t-”
Anna leaned down, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. A warm shiver rolled up Pyotr’s spine as her lips slid down around him. Anna rolled her tongue slowly around him, squeezing his thigh while she continued stroking endlessly up and down.
“Bozhe moi,” he breathed, suppressing a shudder. “That is amazing…”
Anna giggled softly, making her tongue and lips vibrate around him. She began bobbing her head down and up a couple inches, overlapping where her fingers were stroking so her warm spit was smeared down over every inch of him. Reaching over, she took his hand, squeezed it, and then slid it over the back of her head.
Pyotr took the hint, gently pushing down to guide her, making her take him a little deeper. He leaned back on the couch, watching her eagerly swallow more and more of him. She showed no signs of discomfort, so he pushed further, easing the pressure when she moved up and then pushing her down again.
Anna tilted her head a little mid-stroke, making her mouth twist around him. Pyotr groaned in pleasure, pushing down further and letting her up once more. She kept moving the same way, a little faster with the little twist of her lips and cheeks and tongue around him, and Pyotr forgot all about his reluctance, closing his eyes and relaxing while his little sister bobbed up and down on his cock.
Deeper and deeper she went, pushing him to the back of her throat and beyond. The twisting motion lined her up perfectly to swallow him, and she did so without so much as a gagging sound, holding her lips around the base of his shaft. Pyotr opened his eyes and gazed with wonder at the sight of Anna with her face in his lap, looking up at him lovingly while her throat worked at him, trying to pull him further down into her.
She came up again after a few seconds and took a gasping breath, replacing her lips with her fingers and stroking his slick cock while she smiled at him.
“We should stop this,” Pyotr whispered.
“Yup,” Anna replied, stroking a little faster. “We’re not gonna tho, are we?”
“Hell no,” Pyotr replied, reaching out and pushing her down on him again. Anna didn’t resist, opening her mouth and once more swallowing Pyotr’s cock into her throat. She bobbed up and down on his full length, moaning and slurping, making her cheeks and tongue pull tighter around him.
Pyotr started moaning, keeping his voice low to not wake anyone else up. Anna made “mhmm” noises in response, urging him onward, while she tirelessly swallowed his cock over and over again. Both his hands went to her head, speeding her up as he felt himself edging closer and closer to release.
“Anna,” he whispered, “Anna, I’m going to-”
“Mhmmm,” Anna purred around him, looking up into his eyes as she slowed down, making him watch her slide every inch of him into her soft, tight lips until they were again down to the base. She held there a moment, still looking up at him, then suddenly started moving again, faster than before, moaning and sucking and swallowing everything he had.
“Ohhhhh fuck,” Pyotr groaned, gripping the arm of the couch and squeezing hard. The first spurt of cum came when she was all the way down on him, shooting straight for her stomach. Anna made a pleased sound and kept moving, only coming halfway up before going down again and again, her throat working to swallow her brother’s load along with his cock.
When he was finally finished, she slid up slowly, sucking him clean before releasing him from her lips. She smiled sweetly up at him while she tucked away his softening member, and for a moment she was an innocent little girl in a loose pajama shirt, trusting him and admiring him like only a younger sibling can. Then she crawled onto his lap, kissing under his chin and resting her head on his chest.
“I love you, brother,” she whispered. “Thank you for forgiving me.”
Pyotr didn’t have any words. What do you say to your little sister when she’s just swallowed a load of your cum? He could still feel her spit on his skin down there. “Anna,” he started, “we can’t…”
“I know,” she said, sliding off his lap and standing up. Her legs looked amazing in the dim light, and he had an urge to wrap them around himself, or perhaps to go down to his knees and return her favor, but he remained still. “One-time,” she said, “right?”
Pyotr nodded, relieved. As amazing as it had been, he didn’t want the drama and paranoia and guilt that he could sense on the edges of his mind. “One time,” he agreed.
“Goodnight then, big brother,” Anna said. She leaned forward, cupping his cheek in her hand and kissing him slowly. “One time,” she whispered, looking into his eyes.
Pyotr stared unblinking at his sister as she turned around and walked away. Her shirt had shifted, giving him a view of her ass and the tiny white panties that gripped it until her swaying hips disappeared into her bedroom. He couldn’t be certain until he went down that same hall to his own room, but he was pretty sure her door didn’t latch.
Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and relaxing again, Pyotr groaned. Anna had said two words, but her pose, her voice, everything about her had said much more.
It said that “one time” hadn’t necessarily meant “the only time.”-*-*-Pyotr awoke the next morning feeling strange. It was the sort of sensation one gets when camping or sleeping in an unfamiliar bed: a disorientation, a sense that something is simply wrong. He sat up, swung his legs out of his bunk, and realized what was missing.
Sera hadn’t woken him up. She hadn’t jumped on him or shaken the bed or just made a bunch of noise getting dressed. Nothing at all.
Pyotr stood and peeked over the edge of the top bunk. Sera was there still, curled up with her back toward him.
“Sera?” he asked, reaching out for her shoulder.
Sera stiffened when she felt his and. “Goway,” she muttered. It sounded like she had been crying.
“Sera, are you alright?”
“‘Mfine,” she muttered, scooting further away, out of his reach.
“You need to cut the partying, sister,” he said, turning to get dressed. “I was up late, and I am fine.”
Sera didn’t respond, so Pyotr shrugged and went out to the kitchen to hunt for breakfast.
The first thing he noticed was Annushka’s ass. He couldn’t help it; it drew the eye like a magnet. Both cheeks were partially visible, hanging out of a pair of denim cut-offs that looked like they had once been skinny-cut jeans. Her back was mostly bare, save for the criss-crossing straps of a bikini top and the strings of an old apron.
Of course, Anna dressing provocatively was not terribly new. Her standing over the stove in the morning, however, was. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him.
“Good morning, brother,” she said, holding up a spatula. “How do you like your eggs?”
Pyotr stared at her, forgetting entirely about Sera’s lethargy. “My what?”
“You know, round, white, chickens poop them.” Anna winked. “I’m making my own, might as well make yours too.”
“Oh. Thank you.” Pyotr drifted toward a chair.
“So?” she asked. “How do you take them?”
“What?”
“Your eggs. Soft? Hard?”
“Scrambled. Please.”
She smirked at him. “Scramble my eggs, huh? I could make an innuendo out of that.”
“You can make an innuendo out of anything,” Pyotr replied, taking out his phone to go over some of his notes. Perhaps he could distract himself from this strangeness and it would resolve itself.
He was so close, it ached. His realization while he was with the young mother, Julia, had unlocked the true secret of 4th-dimensional travel. He’d realized that he could anchor an energy pulse to a particle in a past position. He wouldn’t even have to worry about the Earth’s rotation, since it was using relative positioning. But the pulse itself was causing problems.
Simply put, there wasn’t enough energy. Anywhere. He was pretty sure that he could send data back to a receiver in the past, which in itself opened up some intriguing possibilities for time-based computing, but in order to send something with mass, the energy requirement approached infinity. He would need to drain the Big Bang to get that sort of charge.
Pyotr sighed. His math all looked correct. There was just no way. Except he knew there was a way, because he had held it in his hands. He just hadn’t found it yet.
Something soft pressed against his arm. Pyotr looked up from his phone, leaning back so Anna could lean in and set down his plate. Her breast had been pushing against him, and even leaning against the back of the chair he could almost feel the heat coming off her.
“Thank you,” Pyotr said, picking up a fork and poking at the eggs and bacon. They looked really good, but he just didn’t feel that hungry anymore, between the stress of trying to figure out his energy scaling problem and the pressure of Annushka’s weird flirting.
Anna sat down next to him with a plate of her own. She was almost uncomfortably close as she ate, but didn’t actually touch him. After a minute she looked over at his plate. “You know, they don’t eat themselves,” she said.
“Hm?” Pyotr glanced over at her. He had been slowly poking his eggs into shapes that vaguely resembled electron clouds. “Sorry. Just a little stuck on a problem.”
“Anything I can help with?” she asked, pressing her leg against his.
“I doubt it.”
Anna huffed, crossing her arms. “You’re not very easy to be nice to, you know that?”
Pyotr shrugged. “Sorry. I do not mean to be a jerk. I am glad that we are… friends. Yes?”
Anna’s arms uncrossed. “Yeah… yes. Friends. At least eat something, okay? You spend all your time out back and you forget that a body has needs.”
Pyotr chuckled. “When did you become my handler, little sister?”
“When you stopped taking care of yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll handle you for as long as it takes.”-*-*-Anna sat playing with her phone while Pyotr finished eating, then cleared the dishes for them both. Pyotr caught himself watching her, particularly when she bent over to put the plates in the dishwasher, and made himself look away. Things with Anna were too complicated, too real, to be looking at her like that right now.
Excusing himself, Pyotr went out back to his workshop, then immediately stopped time and snuck out. He needed to be alone with his thoughts for a while, and that usually meant going where nobody would know to find him.
His first thought was to go check in on the woman who he had been thinking of as the “Mother of Time Travel.” After all, it was while he was playing with Julia that Pyotr had had his first big breakthrough of theory and design. But when he got to her little house, he found a worrying situation.
Julia was curled up in bed. Her eyes were open and red from crying about something. Pyotr had no idea what could be wrong; everything else looked alright in the house, and her husband was caring for their baby. Deciding it was just some unrelated tragedy or somesuch, Pyotr left their home undisturbed. He had considered trying to “cheer up” the woman with a little gentle teasing, but the way she was lying in bed reminded him too much of Sera a couple hours before, refusing to leave her bed for breakfast.
It was really too bad, since the inspiration had been so profound with Julia. The way that the visualizations of particle strings had danced in perfect lines in his head, waltzing with their entangled partners, had helped him to beat Uncertainty and shown him the link to temporal state-shifting. That level of inspiration had never happened to him before, and he felt like it had something to do with her.
Of course, there were a lot of variables to consider. Did it really have to be her? If so, why? If not, how could he trigger another insight? And had it been panties or a bikini that he thought he’d seen under Anna’s shorts when she was bent over?
Pyotr frowned. This whole thing with Anna had probably gone too far. It had started out as an innocent trick or two, but then became something more. Pyotr had used Annushka as his own personal stress relief, reasoning that she had been a source of so much of his past stresses that she owed him.
You couldn’t just fuck someone without them noticing it, so he’d gone about altering his sister’s behavior, “rewarding” her when she did things he liked. At first, it had been just an amusing experiment, getting rid of his “annoying bitchy sister” problem and learning a little about how the human mind dealt with temporal shenanigans.
It had become something more, along the way. Anna had become far less of a pain; in fact, she was sweet and helpful. She no longer pestered him when he was trying to work, belittling him and upsetting Sera at every opportunity.
One thing Pyotr hadn’t counted on was Anna’s hidden feelings for him. If she had hated him the way the seemed to, then there might simply have been peace. But Anna had secretly admired him. And feeling intense pleasure just from being near him had brought those feelings to the surface and changed them into something else.
Pyotr let time run as normal on his walk back home, listening to the wind and the birds and the distant underlying hum of the city. Setting entirely aside the dilemma of how to obtain near-infinite energy, he focused in on his situation with his sister.
Thinking back, he remembered some of Anna’s very earliest years. The way she had toddled after him like a lost puppy, and how Sera had chased her away when she got too annoying. At the time, he’d thought Anna was just trying to get a share of everything, to let nobody else have anything of their own, and he’d been grateful to his twin for shooing away the annoying little girl. Now, looking through the lens of adulthood, he couldn’t help but think they might have been cruel to her. Doubtless, in some alternate reality, they had grown up much closer. Been good friends throughout the years. But that wasn’t the way things had played out, and instead now Anna wanted… what? A relationship? A romance? A fling?
He could just give her what she wanted. What she seemed to want, anyway. It wasn’t like he’d never had sex with her; she’d just never been “awake” to know it. But what if she wanted something more than just that? He didn’t even really know how he felt about this new Anna, but he was sure he was not in love with her.
On the other hand, being cold to her was arguably worse. Leaving aside the events of the night before, since he didn’t want to think too much about that, Pyotr had to admit his relationship with Anna was great now. But every time he brushed her off or rebuked her, it would just hurt her a little more, until finally she got sick of it and went back to the way she had been before: spiteful, vindictive, and pretty much awful.
“I was better off obsessing over the energy problem,” Pyotr muttered, walking back into his workshop.-*-*-It was official. He was out of things to do. Every light was green, every measurement triple-checked. Pyotr sighed, sitting on a stool and staring at the machine.
It was surprisingly small, really, It looked like a cross between a computer workbench and a biochem lab, with pipes and tubes rubbing between circuit boards and other electronics. At one end of the bench, a semi-opaque glass cube sat waiting, suspended inside a spherical nest of copper tubing. On the other, an empty socket gaped, screaming failure into the air.
The machine demanded power. Power that didn’t exist. Couldn’t exist. But the rest… the rest was a thing of beauty. It was like all the laws of nature danced along the circuits, leaving them heavy with potential.
Pyotr thought back to how he had solved his last problem. The Heisenberg dilemma. The solution had come to him while he was having sex with Julia. But was she really the key there? He had been doing it because of an experiment, trying to test where the limits of the woman’s arousal and stimulation lay. Doing science only peripherally related to time travel.
Perhaps he needed a fresh perspective. A new experiment.
One involving human subjects.-*-*-Zarya treated herself to a long look in the mirror as she toweled her hair off. She wasn’t normally a vain person, but she believed there was nothing wrong with being proud of an accomplishment, and her body definitely qualified as one.
She had always been tall and strong, driven to expand the limits of her body through discipline and exercise. One marriage and three childbirths later, she was stronger if anything; she had decided early on to reject the common opinion that childbirth would ruin her body, and instead become living proof that one really could have it all.
Her husband, Daniel, was of a similar mind. They had met at a gym when she asked him to spot for her some years ago; spotting had turned to rivalry when he found she was benching a similar weight to his own. Rivalry became friendship and eventually romance; three years after their first meeting, they had been married. That night, they had conceived their first child and broken their first bed. Thankfully, the hotel didn’t charge them for the damage.
Daniel was out working today, but Zarya’s calendar was clear, so she had finally given in to the pestering of an old friend to have a visit. She hadn’t seen Claire since they were roommates in University, but thanks to the modern information age they had kept in contact in the years since graduating, Zarya with a degree in Kinesiology and Claire with one in Business and Management.
Claire was not the easiest roomie to get along with; many evenings, Zarya had come home to find a hairband hanging from the doorknob, a sign that their shared space had become the site of an intimate liaison between Claire and another student. Not that she had minded the extra motivation to go spend a couple of hours in the gym. In fact, technically it was because of Claire’s promiscuity that she had been in the right place at the right time to run into Daniel, so she supposed she ought to be grateful for that. Still, she thought with a chuckle, Claire was kind of a whore back then. But whatever, she had always been careful and courteous about it, and the room had never been a mess afterward.
Claire had been asking her to get together since they graduated and moved apart. She was a social animal, and considered instant messaging a pale substitute for real interaction. Zarya didn’t really understand what the big deal was, but she supposed she didn’t need to understand to indulge a friend.
She was just pulling a pair of jeans on when the doorbell rang. “Damn it,” she muttered, cinching her belt tight. That was the curse of doing weighted squats and other leg work: the only pants that would fit comfortably over her calves and thighs were often designed for far more rotund women, and had waistbands much larger than she needed.
Feeling at least relatively presentable, Zarya strode to the front door, put on a friendly smile, and opened it up.-*-*-One of the benefits of the modern age was having knowledge of what was going on with everyone in your life. Before the Internet, people would have to call their friends regularly just to find out who was still alive. Now, he’d known exactly where his eldest sister was, where her family was, and who was visiting her, all without any real effort.
Zarya and Pyotr had never been very close. She was helpful in their childhood, taking much of the burden of raising twins from their mother, but they had never connected personally. She and Serafina at least had some common interests. Zarya’s interest in science was limited to biology, a field Pyotr tended to shirk. To make matters worse, she had three children of her own. How she found the time to raise them all and still see clients as a trainer was beyond him.
Still, Pyotr remembered how Zarya used to complain about her old roommate, Claire. She was never bitter about it, but it always annoyed her to live with someone so promiscuous, even more so when Claire brought home other women. Zarya wasn’t prejudiced by any stretch of the imagination, but it seemed like she didn’t really understand lesbian relationships.
In short, she was the perfect research subject.
The hypothesis was that time manipulation had a very, very powerful suggestive effect on the human mind. Pyotr planned to test it by convincing the straightest person he knew – Zarya – to engage in a same-sex romantic situation.
Claire stood frozen in front of the doorway. She was of average height, so of course she looked tiny standing in front of Zarya. Her hair was black, cut in a shag style that went just past the shoulders, and as Pyotr moved closer he saw that her bangs were dyed blonde. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, the style went well with her leather jacket, tank top, and tight jeans. She looked like she’d be at home on a stage at a rock concert.

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