Becky, your sister-in-law-formerly-mother

Becky steps into the room, now wearing a bathrobe. She clearly isn't expecting anyone to be in there, because when she sees you, lying on the bed in a pool of your own juices, her eyes widen and she moves to leave. "Fuck, sorry, Iz." She backpedals furiously, swinging the door closed. "Just looking for a hairbrush."

You giggle and say, "I have one right here. Come on in."

The door opens slightly. Becky peeks around the corner. "You sure?"

You shrug. "C'mon. I'm sure it's nothing you haven't seen ... or done, more like ... before."

"Um, OK...." She comes into the room. The door clicks shut behind her.

Deciding to make her slightly less uncomfortable, you close your legs. Then, you swing them around and sit up on the edge of the bed. You can smell your scent in the air and know Becky must be hyper-aware of it too. But what she doesn't know is that you recognize the smell of sex on her too. It must be not five minutes ago that her husband, formerly your brother, was drilling her.

It's so strange. She still looks a bit like your mother, but where Kaitlin was a hot, blonde MILF, Becky is a younger, fuckable brunette. Her pasty-white skin, in contrast to your own darker complexion, readily displays her embarrassment.

You grab the hairbrush from its place on the nightstand and hold it out to her.

"T-Thanks."

You pat the bed. "Sit down a moment. We haven't had a chance to talk yet since the ... you know."

She acquiesces. The two of you are close now, nearly touching. You are acutely aware of your nudity, but you're not embarrassed by it. You and Kaitlin had been nude around each other many times before; it had just seemed like a normal daughter/mother thing in your household. And while your mom had never quite walked in on you during or just after a ... "session," there had been a few close calls.

"This is so fucked up, isn't it?" you ask.

"Yeah. Like ... I remember being, you know. And being married to ... well, you know. But my brain is telling me it's all wrong. It's telling me I'm Becky, I'm married to my so--to Curtis." She stares down at her fingernails. "And then there's ..."

You frown. "There's what?"

"Well, I was going to ask you when I had a chance, but now I don't think I need to, given what you were doing. It's just, ever since that procedure--I've been really horny, you know? Like, my libido is just through the roof."

I'll bet it is, you think, as images of Curtis taking her from behind flash before your eyes.

"Yeah, me too. You think they did that on purpose?"

"Or it's a side effect, maybe? I don't know. There's so much we don't know." Becky bites her lip and looks intently at you. "I feel like the next few days are going to set the tone of our whole new dynamic."