Assuming Direct Control

As I peer into the depths of time and space, I try to remember who I am. "My name is John Doe. My name is John Doe. My name is John Doe." I'm trying to recall how in the world I ended outside of Earth, no less time and space. That is when it hit me.

It was just another Saturday living with what was left of my family, my mother, Wendy, and my younger sister, Jennifer. Our mother has always been a MILF, with D cup breasts and hips rounder than most porn stars. I'd had some fantasies before about her, but none of that was serious. I loved my mother as my mother, not some sleazy slut. Then came my younger sister, Jennifer. She was always the bookworm type, with brown hair reaching to her shoulders, a pair of fitting glasses, and small but full B cup breasts. She looked up to me ever since dad passed away a couple years back. Again, some fantasies here and there, but I would never act on them.

So as I poured what was left of a box of cereal, a gold plate the size of a can of sardines fell out, and at that moment, everything froze. Jennifer was in the middle of eating her breakfast, and mom was in the middle of bending over to pick up some silverware she dropped. As I got up to investigate, I saw that neither of them responded as I tried getting their attention. It was at this moment the gold plate started glowing and I was teleported to where I am now, the Abyss, the center point of time and space.

Grabbing the gold plate out of fear, something happens. I felt enlightened, for lack of a better word. It's a strange feeling, one of power, yet serenity. One of lust, yet restraint. One of love, yet one of loss. By this time the gold plate has disappeared and I am left alone. Or at least I think I am.