I almost had it out, when I was startled by the start of the mower starting up outside. Her face is gorgeous, but her body is perfect. Freaked out, I stumbled backwards, knocking over a pile of towels as I did. The image of her stroking her hairless pussy never left my mind. The second after all the little sounds came back, they were ed by another one, a soft, surprised moan of pleasure. With a smile, I kneeled in front of my neighbor.
After a few minutes of staring at her tits, I had to check out the rest of her. I jumped, and of course the Blu-rays started to go flying. I sat there on the floor for a few minutes minutes?
If I was an artist, I guarantee I could have spent the rest of existence trying to capture the essence of what I saw in the shower that day. The Blu-rays were frozen in mid-air, perfectly still. Can you even measure time when the world is stopped? It would feel like a stray hair, or the wind. It happened again. A thought struck me—Grace had one of those partition things in her room, like models change behind.
All the advantages of having a pool, none of the chores required. That may seem unbelievable, but I was pretty spooked—both by what I could do, and what would happen if anyone found out. My heart-rate doubled as the idea sunk in. But my gift was still new, and I had no idea how it worked. Pert, full, completely blemish-free. Again, it looked like no one was aware of what I could do, what I was doing.
I brought my head inside the window in a panic—what if someone could see me? They felt nice…soft. So when I woke up with a boner, and heard the sound of her singing in the shower…I decided it was time that I got a better look.
I could just wait until she was next showering, freeze time, and have total access to my sister. My head was spinning, my heart was racing, and I was on the verge of a full-on panic attack. Any time I got a chance that day, I pulled out my phone and read everything I could about time-travel. I could change the world…hell, if I screwed up, perhaps I could destroy the world.
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Reaching out, I gently stroked the hairs. Maybe it would kill her. To my surprise, her pussy was shaved—not just trimmed, but shaved bare. I leaned forward and plucked one out of the air—despite being frozen in mid-air, I could move it without trouble—and I threw it on the bed.
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Either way, the thought was terrifying. To begin with, it was like a photograph. Over the next few days, I came onto my own stomach more than a few times, thinking about what I could to do my helpless, unaware, naked twin.
At that moment, the lawnmower stopped. The silence is almost deafening. Sure enough, I was able to open it without a struggle, and a few seconds later, I was able to do the same with the door to the bathroom.
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No one had said anything after I stopped time yesterday, and so it was unlikely that they could detect it. Why did she keep herself perfectly shaved? It felt…well, it felt like a face. It almost hurt, but as I lay there, I shut my eyes and tried to let the sound in. It helped. But what would I learn?
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In fact, as I looked around, I realized that everything was strangely still. Maybe it would kill me. I waited until Grace had gone inside, counted to fifty, and did it. Everything froze—my sister, the leaves moving in the wind, the car I could see half a block away. If Taylor could see me right now, and process that I was there…I was screwed. Okay, I thought to myself. I was suddenly so aware of it, I had to start humming, just to convince my ears that they were working.
And when I heard the shower turn off, I decided that experimentation could wait until tomorrow. Not now, of course—right now, no one could see me…I hoped. Maybe some kind of God had bestowed me with a rare gift, or aliens had decided to use me as the target of their experiment.
What the hell is happening? But what if someone had been looking at the window when I had stopped the world? No, I was alone in my room, reaching up and trying to take the bottom Blu-ray out of a pile without tipping over the others.
But it was worth doing some experiments to find out. Was it purely an aesthetic thing, or was it more than that? Perhaps I was to represent humanity, in some kind of celestial test. Stop, I thought, and sure enough, the world froze. If I wanted to, I could wake her up right now, and see or hear, at least her reaction.