A wolf in sheep's clothing

As soon as Tom closes the bathroom door, 'Kim' gives 'Tina' an evil grin, fully reciprocated by the latter.

-Well well, it seems that our brother is falling for it, with all his feet.-.

-Indeed he is! Congratulation, Master! Or should I call you sister?- 'Tina', actually the real Tina, retorts jubilant.

The individual who is currently impersonating Kim giggles amused: -Didn't take so long, huh? But please, call me 'Master' when we're alone. I love your dulcet voice calling me like that.-.

The two women exchange a fierce kiss and lay down on the mattress. Tina is swift to lift not-Kim's shirt, her tongue going to explore the large nipple hulking on her sister's chest.

-You made me so wet when you pretended you were me inside of Kim, Master!- Tina says once she has lifted up.

-How did it come into your mind?-.

Not-Kim puffs away a strand of hair from in front of her eyes.

-Because I still had your memories with me, silly! Besides, the idea was too appealing to let go... as much as this body...- She gropes her own tits, flashing a satisfied smirk as she feels waves of pleasure emanating at each paw.

Tina's face darkens for a second: -Yeah, sadly my big bro is not very bright. But I guess that's better for your plans, Master!-.

Not-Kim rolls 90 degrees, staring intensely at the ceiling. 'Plans'; truthfully, she simply sensed one of her kind when she infiltrated the house in Tina's cute form but, before activating him, she decided to spend some time having fun with the girl. After all, this basically is her life: passing from one family to another, ruining their minds and reputations and throwing them into a spiral of sex and perdition so that, once she moves away, what is left is a mere shadow of the person that they were before.

-Mmm... ahh!- She moans. Tina has discarded both their clothes, and is now licking her cunt which she is mindlessly keeping spread to facilitate her access. As the false Kim has found out a long time ago, having her pussy lapped is way better than drinking a tisane while reasoning.

The only sour note, to resume her train of thought, is that the brainwashing doesn't last forever; but, on the other side, this also means that those poor bastards, at a certain point, will wake up in the living hell that is their current life. This thought always cracks a smile on her (always stolen) face. Take Tina here, for example: she would love to see her happy face suddenly twisting in horror, realizing what she's done with her own sibling. Or, even better, to an intruder wearing such sibling like a cheap suit.

Though, there is also to consider that this family is a real keeper: these two bitches have won the genetic lottery, and the mother is a top-level MILF from all points of view. Plus, if she plays it well as she's already doing, soon the brother will turn into the perfect accomplice, since part of her has always wondered how it would have been to have a partner. Worst case scenario, she will just have to get rid of him.

"Yup. I guess I'll stay in this family a bit longer." She decides, closing her legs. Tina obediently detaches, keeping her dumb-smiling face. Not-Kim admires with fascination how deeply she has messed her up, so that she doesn't even need a word to command her. Better than any dog.

-You're a stupid sex-doll, bitch.- She coos, and indeed her minion's reaction is a giggle.

-You have always the sweetest words, my Master! So, what are we going to do now?-.

-Mmm...- She eyes her up and down, complacent about her stunning aspect, manifest in its naked glory.

-I wish we have time to do some more exploration, sister dearest.- She eventually mourns: -Anyway, enough with being Kim. I want to go back into your body.-.

Tina seems stunned for a second, then she lights up like she just remembered it's her birthday: -Yay!!! Of course Master, you're always welcome!!!-.

As she opens her mouth 'Kim' covers it with her, and in a moment she has spat herself (meaning her real, gooish body) down her throat, where she is immediately absorbed. As she opens her eyelids, she is now facing a confused Kim Harris.

"Awesome." She thinks, looking down at her new pair of boobs and giving them a squeeze. Nothing to envy to Kim's, as she already knew.

Soon, another pair of hands join hers.

-Master, you're so naughty!- Chirps Kim's voice. 'Tina' proudly admires the excellent work over her mind: she hadn't tested it yet, and luckily Tom hadn't checked her memory last night since she hadn't finished yet. But, to quote the girl she's now possessing, her brother is not very bright.

Meanwhile, Kim has gotten closer, and her daring digits have decided not to rest on her bosom since they're now moving along the entireness of Tina's body, causing pleasant thrills which are quickly escalating. A wicked smile curls Tina's lips.

-...maybe there is some time spared.-.

Your shower is more mechanical and atonic than this morning's one. You brush your mother's body vigorously, especially her bosom, without indulging in it more than necessary; as you finish, neither you lose time in the mirror, instead you dry off and get dressed, then you quickly comb your mother's air, and finally you apply some makeup to be more presentable. It took you 15 minutes, but you are still on time.

-Perfect.- You confirm, moving your face from one profile to the other. In the corridor, you meet your sisters again, coming out from your room. Your inquisitive gaze is dismissed by Kim's (or, rather, Tina's, since you suspect she's still in Kim) cockiness: -Well Mom, what about lunch?- she asks.

"!!!".

You hurry downstairs. Once in the kitchen, you let yourself sink down again into your mother's subconscious, leaving her to handle the stoves, since you don't trust yourself enough to handle this personally. While admiring your mom's work from behind her eyes, you ponder on the recent events, and overall on Tina's unexpected behavior that is far from ceasing to shock you.

"Has she gone mad with power? Then, I should do something, right? As her brother, I mean...".

But, for some reason, you feel faltering in the perspective of taking this away from her, whatever 'this' is. You cannot avoid asking yourself, if she weren't that drunk, would she have ever considered having sex with you?

You doubt it. On the contrary, thank her you have banged your Mom's body, and probably in the future hers and Kim's too.

"Maybe she's just a bit ****. Or maybe... maybe she's always been like this, and I should just accept it. I guess.".

In any case, you decide to resurface, having noticed that 'you' are ready to serve your family, which has promptly reunited around the table. As you pause for a second to reassume control, you notice a knowing glint in Kim's and Tina's eyes, which you try to ignore.

-Thank you, Jess.- Your father's voice distracts you. Even with your Mom's memories, it's strange to be called by her name, by your dad overall. Or your husband, you should say.

-Uh, yeah, you're welcome.-.

-How was your morning, kids?- He then asks his children, as he always does. Your body opens his mouth to answer, but 'Kim' anticipates him: -It was cool, daddy. I've even met someone who I think shares my perspectives, and I think we're going to have a blast together...-.

You don't miss the quick glance she gives you; your father, instead, furrows, making the most obvious association: -Are you talking about a boy?-.

-Oh, no! Not at all, Dad!- She laughs, somehow appearing more honest than she would have with any other reaction, even if it's very uncharacteristic for the person she is supposed to be: -No, it's just a new girl...friend.-.

You wince at that hint, while Robert seems relieved by that information. If only he knew...

-And what about you Dad?-.

-Well, work is going fine. Actually, this is a great moment for the market, and I think that soon we will be able to afford a nice holiday for the five of us!- He struts, pride filling his voice. Your father works for a furniture agency, and according to your mom's memories he was expecting good news for the last weeks; thought, she didn't know they would be this good. He therefore gets compliments from everyone, but you also sense that you are also supposed to give some more.

-...that's really nice, dear. I'm proud of you.- You lean over and give him a peck on the cheek, his shaved beard tickling your morbid lips. He smiles, almost in raptures you would say.

Woah. It didn't even feel that strange. So this is what it feels like to be a wifey.

-Sorry guys, I need to do something in my room. I'll be quick.- The apparent Kim gets up from the chair and turns to your body, much to his (and your) surprise: -Tom, can you come with me please?-.

-Sure.- He says. You're quite confused, and alarmed too, in a sense. Before you can intervene, however, Tina's clone distracts you, making you falter enough for them to leave.

-And how was your day, Mom? What did you do?-.

-Ahem, just cleaned around, sweetie.- You reply, trying to maintain the casual intonation that is supposed to follow such an 'innocent' question. Though, coming from her, it's all but innocent.

-You sure? Nothing else?- She adds with a subtle grin.

You boggle at her insistence, which is starting to intrigue your dad too. Fuck, what is she doing? Does she want to put you in trouble?

-No, w-why?- Your voice betrays your agitation, and you actually tremble for a moment as she opens her mouth again.

-I thought you were supposed to visit Auntie Maddison this morning.-.

"...What?".

-Oh, that's right!- Your father confirms: -Have you forgot dear?-.

You fall silent and quickly scan your mother's mind: they are right, and the reason you haven't realized until now is that she was supposed to go while, instead, you were... ehm, while you were with Andy, to say it. And of course 'Tina' knows it, since the real one was in Mom's body last night.

-I guess I was very tired.- You blush, both for the memory you dredged up and for the embarrassment of accidentally making your mother look bad to her sister.

-I'll call her later, yup.-.

-Don't worry Mom, I'm sure she'll understand. When one is really tired, it's like having someone forcing you to bed, isn't it?- She, of course, is not referring to sleep. And so the memory is noisier and noisier.

-One more reason for a nice holiday!- Your dad intervenes in a typical surge of boomerish optimism: -So girls, where would you like to go? Honey?- he turns to you, but right now you have no idea what your mother would answer. You're still too much agitated to look decently into your mom's mind, and so an expression of utter disorientation is forming on your borrowed face. But, right now, 'Kim' and 'Tom' have return.

You almost breathe a sigh of relief, but it dies instantly when you see 'your' reddened face and evident discomfort, quite new compared to the tranquillity of before. You also notice that your body is walking behind Kim's, yet he seems to want to avoid any kind of eye contact with her. And, as you look at her, firstly you're baffled by her sly grin, harbinger of not-reassuring news, and then you notice one last detail that makes you cringe.

Why has she changed her shorts?

"It can't be...!".

You look at her, at him, and at her again. And she grins.

"Oh my God!!!".

-Took you a bit, 'sis. What were you doing?- 'Tina' questions, and the way she does, well, it confirms your suspects. She knows, and she knows that you know.

-Ah, nothing important. I needed to move my wardrobe, and I thought that Tom's strong, big muscles could be helpful. Right, brother?- She turns at him who instantly diverts his face, nodding and pronouncing words that are barely audible as mutterings.

-Kim, you know you could have called me too.- Your clueless dad gently reproves her.

Your possessed sister tightens her lips and scoffs: -You're right daddy, but I didn't want to strain you. After all, you already have to move Mom's one...-.

Like before, your eyes meet hers for a second, and the beam inside of them clears away any doubt left. If your mother wasn't watching her figure, you would have infarcted by now.

"They did it! Oh my God, they actually did it!!!".

-Well honey, then next time I'm offering to-

-Let's eat now!- You exclaim before you can listen to your father obliviously proposing to have sex with his daughter. Everyone probably satisfied with the current results, you don't need more convincing, and thus you try to focus on your lunch.

-I can't believe you did it!- You berate your sisters after you've reached them in Tina's room. You switched back in your body right after the meal, having assured that the memories manipulation had worked and that your mother didn't remember anything but an ordinary morning.

-How comes? Pretty sure you can read your clone's memories.- 'Tina' taunts you. You, of course, can, and so you remember distinctly your elder sister pushing 'you' on her bed, much to 'your' astonishment, ignoring then 'your' pleas, disrobing 'your' jeans and...

-But that's my body, you can't...!- Do what? What they can't do?

Why exactly are you angry at them? Because they've abused your body, or because they did it without you inside?

-What if Dad found out?- You finally opt for. However, 'Tina' rolls her eyes in impatience.

-Then we would just briefly possess him and erase it from his mind. Easy-peasy.-.

-How can you be so... so careless?- You reply scandalized: -Messing with people's brains, it sounds dangerous just thinking about that! Our family, overall! How can you... what the hell, what do you say?- your final question is addressed to 'Kim', who until now has settled to look at you with a stupid grin. You haven't understood why Tina's clone bore the conversation, and not her.

-Uh? Oh, erm, no, she's right. Don't worry bro, I would have already noticed if there was something... collateral, in the process.- She hesitantly replies. You take that as an admission of a lie.

-Like with me? Because you did it to me too, right?-.

-Tom, you're taking- Tina's clone tries to interfere, but you shush her angrily. You don't want to hear from the copy, but from the original source. Yet, she seems unsure how to answer back, as she's glancing uncertainty at 'Tina'.

-C-Come on brother, calm down. Why don't you try to take it easier? Think about all the fun with Mom...-.

-Yeah, I had so much fun being **** by your boyfriend.- You retort, crossing your arms; yet, your voice is far less acid than you would have wanted, since not every part of you was being sarcastic a second ago.

-Then... maybe try with someone outside the family. Fresh experience, less relation...-.

-Really?- You distend your arms in bursting annoyance: -I'm complaining about you toying with our family's minds, and you suggest me to do it with a stranger?-.

Tina seems taken completely off guard, nothing compared to the snootiness of this morning. It's again her clone who speaks: -What she was meaning is that I... she has got the message. Just... we need some time to think, ok? In the meanwhile, maybe you would enjoy a little holiday before the big holiday, to take a break from, uh, from us. What do you say?-.

You shift your eyes between the two of them, your anger far from being acquainted, but your devious instincts, and also your exasperation, triggered by that offer.

-I promise we will talk about it again, once you're back. My word. And hers.-.

You curl your lips, you create some suspense, and finally you agree. Even if it's not what you were hoping for, though you're not sure what you were hoping for, it's still an opening to understand what has gotten into her mind. Besides, after having been Kim and Mom, you have already developed a form of addiction, probably due to the enthusiasm for the novelty. but certainly hard to repress. If impersonating a relative has been this kinky, what it will be like to play an extraneous?

You have to admit you are thrilled. No accomplices, no foreknowledge, only your ability developing in all its enticing power.

-Fine. Just a pair of days.-.

-Wonderful!- Tina's clone brights up: -Thank you bro! You won't regret it, you'll see!-.

-Any tips on my victim?- You purposely use a passive-aggressive manner.

-World is your bucket.- She spreads her arms: -Take a pick.-.

-...You know- You turn to the real Tina: -to be a clone, she's much more talkative than you.-.

She chuckles nervously, and then you leave. Take a pick, they said. It won't be an easy choice.