And she really doesn't deserve it

The memory of Natalie’s sneering face floated into Aaron’s mind, followed by the look of uncontrolled lust in the mirror when he had looked out through her eyes.

He might never catch her off-guard again. Worse, she had almost caught him stealing her body, and if she remembers when he restores her, that could cause a lot of trouble.

Also, she was a total, total bitch and Aaron couldn’t stop thinking about what it had been like playing with every inch of her…

Aaron was jolted from his reverie by the sensation of a hand on his stiffening cock and remembered his body’s other occupant. He pulled his hand away, grabbed another jar and ran back upstairs – not much time before his parents would come stumbling in through the front door.

Back in Natalie’s room, Aaron pulled the potato soul out and dropped it into the jar. He spared a moment to watch it wriggling forlornly before attaching the lid and transferring himself back into Natalie’s body.

Still naked, Aaron wolfed down Natalie’s dinner and went back upstairs, threw on a pair of her pyjamas, and sat down before flicking himself back into his own body. Aaron took a moment to kiss her lips before tucking his older sister into bed.

With Natalie’s empty shell safely “sleeping,” he went back to the two jars: One with the still faintly wriggling soul from the potato and the other where Natalie’s spirit had again begun squirming frantically in circles around the bottom.