After he heard Lauren’s bedroom door close, Jake stopped time and got up to investigate. Rewinding time and hiding in the living room, he winced to see Lauren and Tony both “wake up” in extreme distress. For a long time, Tony held Lauren while she cried in his arms. There was some discussion of what they’d experienced, how it could even be possible, had it really happened. Lauren got up to check on Jake, finding him in bed; rewinding time was weird, Jake thought. He made a note to be careful not to interact with his other self so the other him would still go back the way he had.
Tony, meanwhile, started inspecting everywhere Jake and Lauren had been. He checked the couch, the floor, the back of the kitchen door. The formerly jovial and friendly man looked murderously angry. With a sigh, Jake wound time forward to the point where he’d gone back from.
He found Lauren in the master bathroom, examining herself with a hand mirror. There was some minor bruising, and a shine that Jake recognized; he’d clearly failed to remove a significant amount of the load of cum he’d filled her up with.
Tony was next to the bed. He’d pulled back the covers and found the wet spot, and was in the process of dialing something on his phone.
“Shit,” Jake said aloud. “Shit shit fucking shit.”
This was the exact opposite of what he needed right now. He could be arrested with this sort of evidence linked so closely to his presence, DNA tested… he’d go to prison. Or he could run away, and Carol’s dire prophecy about Sarah’s decades-long revenge on him would come true.
No, that couldn’t happen. He had to find a way to silence them, maybe steal and burn the evidence, keep cleaning Lauren every time she leaked more cum…
Or maybe he could change it.
Rewinding didn’t change time. It just moved him back through it.
But frame skip changed everyone. He could skip back to a time before he had made such a terrible mistake.
He could make amends.
Slowly, Jake started winding things back. Lauren walked backward out of the bathroom. Tony put the covers back on the bed. He followed, pushing them further and further back. He’d only ever done a few seconds this way, but now Jake pushed further, speeding up the reversed time. He watched Lauren and Tony lay down on the couch, then in reverse watched the moment he himself had laid them there. In his place was a sort of shimmer in the air, or rather in the lack of air; it was the hole in reality where he fit. He could step into that hole and resume events from any point.
Going back further, Jake watched the specter of himself using Lauren, from the moment he came in her back through positions and locations. He could see her face as he came inside her and then in reverse as she bounced under his ghost with each thrust. He could watch her from the side as he had fucked her against the door. He could watch Lauren’s tits swinging in Tony’s confused face while she was slammed from behind. He could even look inside of her and see the way her pussy opened and closed around the space where his cock had been.
He watched her face alternating between emotions, but in the clarity of mind after having relieved his lust he could see now just how much of that had been fear. The poor girl was terrified from the moment he took her. Cumming like a freight train and feeling intense pleasure, but definitely terrified as well.
That was going to change, however. The moment Jake stepped into that shadow and started time, the whole timeline would erase, a blank slate. He kept going back further, seeing the moment he had gone down on Lauren, and then the breast “accidentally” slipping free of her tank top. Back to the moment when he had first approached the couch from behind. Jake stepped toward the shadow, ready to take his place.
He stopped mid-stride. There was something on his face, something wet. Jake frowned and touched his upper lip, and his fingertips came away dark red. Blood. Why would he be bleeding?
Jake ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror and stared at the stranger before him. His face had grown pale and gaunt, and blood was running freely from his nose. Even more disturbingly, his earlobes were painted by blood as well. His eyes were bloodshot and sunken, and his lips looked almost blue.
As he stared, his skin seemed to darken. The room darkened as well. By the time Jake realized he was passing out, he was already on his way down. There was a loud impact and a flash of light, and then Jake slipped away into the darkness. Read more »