Cindy strikes

You don't want to do this. Seriously, you mean it. She really seems a good girl and she doesn't deserve what you're doing to her. Now that she's bent over, having naively taken your bait, you fully realize how heartless you are to repay her kindness by stabbing her in the back. But you know that you're heartless. You can't change that. You can only try to save the ones you love.

-I'm sorry.-.

You slap your hand on her face. She widens her eyes and squirms, but you follow her movements and hold her still.

"God, please, hurry! I can't look at her like that! Please, please be quick!".

Your wish is granted. She closes her eyes and stops shaking, and you sense your blob merging with her at a molecular level. You retract and wait. You just wait.

KNOCK KNOCK

-Kim, it's me.-.

"Great, the last person I want to see now." You think bitterly, and in the meantime lower your pen. If you thought studying was boring, you're already regretting it.

-What do you want Tina?- You burst out to the door.

-It's Mom.- Comes the answer: -It's for that thing. You know... that thing.-.

She's afraid, and she should be. You get up dragging away your desk chair and slam open the door, pointing her with fire eyes.

You hate her. You hate her because it's all her fault, and you want her to remember it constantly.

-Well. Let's go then.-.

-Y-Yeah...- She descends the stairs and you do your best to breathe down her neck. Your mom is waiting in the living room with her hands on her hips, a suspicious shopping bag beside her. You cross your arms in challenge.

-So? Have you decided Mom?-.

-Actually, I have.- She answers, then rummages in the bag. She draws two little boxes with something printed on them. What's that, a controller?

"Wait, those are...".

-I think that, for this time, a few hours with these might be enough.- She announces with a smug. Your sister's expression is total incredulity, while yours is... total incredulity too.

-These will remind you of the perks of your bodies.-.

-I should wear that?!- You scream. Tom is out, so you don't want to retain any insult. And given the situation, you wouldn't do it anyway.

-I don't know if "wearing" is the correct verb...- Tina murmurs, but then shuts off when you dead-eye her.

-I refuse categorically! I'm not some kind of Tina!- Slut, you misspelled it, but it's the same.

-Missy, those were the rules.- Your mother sternly says. The rules, the rules, if you could travel back in time you would punch yourself in the face for having accepted those stupid rules! But then, if you violate them Tina could go frenzy and use again your form, and to do who knows what!

"I'll have my ****! On both of them! You must be careful girls, because at the first mistake I'll be there!!!".

Tina timidly takes her box, and you yours in a more pissed-off mood. You open it: two eggs-like objects, the one with the button is the remote and the other is your fucking doom. Tina resentfully takes down her pants, inserting it inside her pussy with a shiver and a little moan.

-Come on, look at her! She's too apt, she likes it!-.

Your mom is ruthless, she doesn't say anything and just waits for you. Cursing the world and blonde bitches in particular, you quickly put the vibrator inside too. Feeling that foreign object between your legs is bothersome, it's like feeling a ball in your throat, even without the drama of suffocation, only the knot. You both return the remotes to Mom.

-Thank you girls. Now, you may be right Kim, and as I said I took into consideration our last speech.-.

You frown, interested by this turn of events. She then offers you the remote, but not yours which was white: no, it's the black one.

-After all, she did that to you and you to me. So it's fair like this, don't you agree?-.

Well well, there may be a silver lining in the end. Oh, look at Tina, now she's more than scared. Good.

-Now!- Jess claps her hands, regaining your attention: -It's such a nice day and it will be a waste for two young girls like you to spend it at home! Come on, take a walk in the park!-.

You growl and squeeze your eyes, but she doesn't lose her enthusiasm at all.

-Are you coming with us?- Tina asks with her petulant voice. "Are you coming with us" nee-nee-nee.

-Oh, no! I don't want to embarrass you by showing you off with your old mother. Besides, I have some chores to attend to. On the other hand, I've called someone you will like to see, she should arrive right...- The doorbell rings and, with an unpromising grin, she jolts up. Your goo-sense has a reaction, and when she opens the door the person who enters is...

-Hi Kim, Tina! How are you?-.

-Emily!- Tina exclaims surprised, while your minute cousin enters your home. Your sister hugs her tightly, like very tightly, making you roll your eyes. After the embrace, Emily turns to you with a cordial smile.

-Hello cousin.-.

-I didn't know you were part of us.- You go directly to the point. It's not that Kim and Emily had a bad relationship, no more than Kim had with the rest of the world outside her posse.

-Yes, it's been a surprise for me too. But it's not that bad.- She's irritatingly polite, the kind of person who does not lose their temper even if, I don't know, even if you insult their mother. Speaking of mothers, yours is handing her your controller. You feel like a dog whose collar is switched between two owners.

-So, shall we go cousins? I bet we have a lot to tell each other!-.

A pair of minutes later, you three are strolling on the sidewalk, Tina and Emily chatting offhandedly and you being behind them, mulling over how to act.

"Look at her! She's so serene! Let's see what you'll do if..." You are about to press the button when you remember yours, which is currently in your cousin's purse.

"Fuck! If I do this now she'll take her defense! I must wait for a more auspicious moment!".

-What do you think, Kim?- Emily casually addresses you.

-I'm thinking about my ****.- You spit out. Your sister scratches the back of her neck guilty while the young Allen girl falls silent, a puzzled frown on her forehead.

-O...k... uh, we're here.- Indeed you have arrived at the park, which is full, as usual, by people mostly with no taste in dressing. Bah! At least you don't recognize anyone, that would be a real nightmare.

-Girls, how about an ice cream? I'm soooo hungry!- Your little sister proposes, chirping like an anime schoolgirl.

-Don't talk to me.- You shutter her enthusiasm. She drops her shoulders heartbroken, and her accomplice is quick to console her.

-It's a great idea cousin. Do not take it badly, she'll get over it, you will see.-.

Fuck. That was a menace. She wants to **** you to treat her with kindness, but don't even think about it!

-Come on, let's go.- They move towards the kiosk and you groan, absolutely determined not to move, when Tina abruptly halts making Emily take a step by surprise.

-What's wrong?-.

-Ah, ehm, I've changed my mind, I'm not that hungry!- She turns around and for a second, before she diverts her eyes, you see something really intriguing on her face. You look behind her, searching for any clue; but apart from a pair of joggers, some kids with their dogs and the kiosk, you don't distinguish anything in particular.

Now that she's walking with her tail between her legs, however, it would be the perfect time to strike. Just imagine the scene: her falling on her knees, with everyone watching her with surprise and then, slowly, disgust; you would pretend to help her, "Tina, what's going on, are you feeling sick?"; but she wouldn't even be able to answer you, and with red face and watery eyes, she'd beg you to stop. And you wouldn't. Ahh! Your nipples tingle at the mere fantasy.

You touch the remote in your pocket, tasting the smooth surface of the button, you would only need a little pressure... but then you shift your gaze over Emily, and you hold back again. Plus, there will surely be a better moment.

-Let's sit on that bench.- Your cousin proposes, but it makes Tina more agitated. As soon as you're sitting, in fact, she jumps on her feet and turns around, commenting on the beautiful sight of that part of the park. Which is, actually, the ugliest. What is there that she doesn't want to see? Or by who she doesn't want to be seen?

Well, you know her soft points.

-Mmm, how good it feels to stay here!- You comment loudly, stretching your arms and sticking your chest out. You notice the perplexity in Emily's eyes, while Tina has a quick glance and then looks back at the lawn. You smirk: your little plan is already working.

-I mean, if there weren't all these people around I'll totally take off my shirt...- You subtly continue, passing with a hand right over your fabric clasped breast.

-My... tits... would be in the fresh air... yeah... these... tits...-.

Tina's face is contracted in a grimace of effort. You then stand up, moving right behind her, and continue your teasing with whispered moans and caresses all over your body.

-Even though, I may say... these clothes are already enough tight, maybe... I think that this skirt doesn't really cover my... ass...-.

Your sister twirls around at the speed of light, and you immediately throw yourself aside. She petrifies and you know that you have been lucky: in fact, you hear a distant voice exclaim a greeting. Tina smiles nervously and reciprocates with an air of defeat.

"Look at that, he's one of the idiots with the dog." A boy no older than twenty, rather mediocre in appearance. He emanates small dickness from all pores. So it's more than normal that she likes him.

-Oh, is that a friend of yours?- You fence: -You should go and say hello to him, hm?-.

-I... I...- She babbles with a giant "Fuck!!!" printed on her face.

-I'll be back in a moment.-.

-Oh, please, suit yourself.- You sit down again, watching her step away. Emily lifts an eyebrow and then searches in her purse. You open wide your eyes and squeeze tight your thighs, expecting the worst. Instead, she draws a book and starts to read it.

"Just like this? Is that... a romance novel? How old are you, thirteen?".

You focus on your sister again, and see that she has reached the guy. You don't hear what they are saying, but the dog is barking and walking around her, which makes her even more uncomfortable. Well then, it's time. She'll earn the repugnance even of small-dick. You check once again that Emily isn't doing anything, and... she isn't, only reading. So you insert your hand in your pocket and...

PLICK

PLICK PLICK

You press it again and again, yet she doesn't flick. On the contrary, as the speech goes on she seems more and more at ease. What the fuck? Is this thing broken?

-Ah!- Emily jumps suddenly, causing you to immediately retract your hand. Then she puts her hand on her heart and quickly turns the page.

"Damn! Well, maybe she's too distant now. I have to get closer but without raising any suspicion.".

-Well, now I'm hungry for that ice cream.- You announce, waiting anxiously for her response.

-Oh? Sure, I'll wait you here.- You basically march away, but then she calls you again with her sophisticated voice.

-Kim!-.

Squeezed tights.

-Strawberry for me, thanks!-.

You sigh in relief and keep walking. As you're approaching, you hear more distinctly her voices. Tina is nominating her friend Heather, that is her secret pansy girlfriend who you've never liked. Then she bends forward to pet the dog, making funny voices and flaunting her ass. This would be the perfect occasion!

-How do you want it?-.

-All inside my pussy.-.

-Sorry?-.

You gurgle and look ahead. The ice cream man stares at you bewildered.

-Juicy. Strawberry, juicy. Yum! And, and another lemon.- The vendor rolls up his sleeves and goes back professional, while you're screaming in your head. A crystalline laugh of your hatred sister recaptures your attention. Damn, you're losing time! You grab the remote and turn again towards Emily; ok, she's still reading, wait was her purse so close to her before? What if she's holding it behind the book? God, you're in a horrible position now, everybody would notice!

-Here miss.- The ice cream man calls you back, offering two cornets. You realize you're still holding an ambiguous egg-like object, and you immediately put it away. You pay and take your ice creams, trying not to think about the disapproval look he was giving to you. Perfect, absolutely perfect!

Emily moves to cross her legs (apparently), and you feel panic. Walking with two ice creams? Are you stupid? You're serving her a chance on the silver platter!

"Come on come on come on!" You reach the bench almost running, throwing yourself on it. She frowns a bit surprised, but then smiles back and puts the book down. She even thanks you, and starts licking her ice cream. Her tongue smoothes the irregular icy surface as if it were clay on a lathe. And she still doesn't act.

Meanwhile, Tina is by now normally talking with her stud, forgetful of the vibrator placed inside her sex. And why shouldn't she? Goddam, it's not like you're giving her reason to make her remember! Argh, now you would deal the greatest damage!

-Mh! Kim, eat it or it will melt!-.

-What the fuck is your game?-.

She blinks several times.

-I beg your pardon?-.

-Don't play dumb with me!- You're fidgeting, regardless of what happens to your ice cream or to those around you.

-Why are you holding back? I know you want to do it, then do it! You wanna drive me crazy, is this what you want?-.

-Wait, wait, Kim, you're wrong!- She says embarrassed: -I don't want to do something to you that you wouldn't like. I thought it also applied to you and Tina.-.

-Bullshit! You're just waiting for me to make my move! Well, there it is!- You slip the cone between the boards of the bench, pull out the remote and visibly press it, knowing that it wouldn't work. But you just want to elicit her reaction.

Which arrives, only it's not what you were expecting. In fact, she places her hand over yours and lowers it, with a gentle but firm gest.

-Why are you behaving like that? Calm down, please! Kim, we... we aren't your enemies!-.

You snort in frustration. You look for a sign of guiltiness in her face, but all you find is concern and displeasure. But you won't fall for it! She's just trying to earn your trust so she can hit you in the back! She's just bloody shrewd!

-Drop it! Drop it and press the button! Let's get it over with!-.

-I, I don't understand! D-Do you want me to do it?-.

Exasperated, you grab her purse and fumble in, heedless of her protests. You find it right at the bottom and you ferociously press it.

"!!!".

You drop the clutch and moan, a BZZ inside your folds is taking your breath away. It feels so good, and so terrible too. You close your eyes, but it's useless. You know that everyone is looking at you now, and that they're despising you, they're despising this perv girl that is pleasuring herself in the middle of a public park. You feel tears forming in your eyes - not just for the pleasure - you feel humiliated, oh God why have you done it? Was this her plan from the beginning?

"...And why am I enjoying it?".

It's horrible, it's horrible and embarrassing. And it's awesome. One of the best things you've ever felt. And then it stops.

"W...What?".

You hear your cousin calling your name. Only that she seems sad, on the verge of crying. You open your eyes and see that indeed she's more than mortified, and she's holding your hand once again.

-Kim, please, don't do that! Don't you see? I'm not here because I hate you, I'm here because I love you! Because we... we're more than a family! There is actually no one else who can understand each other more than us! Then... why? Why are you distrusting us?-

-Why do you feel so alone even now?-.

.

.

.

In distance, Tina giggles. She's rubbing her friend's arm in delight, and he's smiling too. She seems so relaxed. Emily too, before your outburst. And your Mom, and that Sally woman, and Trish. Everyone else. But you didn't. Not even once.

-Kim, this thing.- She points at the remote in her purse: -It was just an excuse to see you! I just wanted to spend some time with you girls. I've been inside of you and I have seen... but I really didn't know you were feeling like this. I'm... I'm sorry. I should have realized earlier.-.

Your lips tremble as you struggle to give an answer. Is she really worried about you? A voice in your head tells you not to trust her, that this is what she wanted to do from the beginning, that you're falling on it like a fool. But you don't know if you should trust that voice either. So you don't know anything. Instead, she moves towards you and you open your mouth, instinctively waiting for a kiss.

She opens wide her arms and hugs you warmly. Your breasts rub together, yet there is nothing sensual this time. It just feels good, feels... right. You want to bury your face on her hair.

-Shh... It's all right... let it out...-.

Why is she saying this, you're not... crying? Oh Jesus, are you crying? In front of all the people? It's a nightmare, it's, it's...

You slowly calm down, and you detach drying off your eyes. She gives you sympathetic looks and some caresses on your cheeks. For some reason, you find yourself unable to look her in the face.

-Hey, what's up?- You lift your head and discern your sister, standing a few steps away and staring at you uncertainly. Emily is about to answer, but you anticipate her.

-It's nothing, don't worry. That guy... he seems nice.-.

-Oh. Uh... yeah, I think.- Taken aback by your unexpected kindness, she's looking at you with a cautious expression. You get up and put your hand on hers, leaving her remote control. She shifts her widened eyes between that and you.

-I'll forgive you sister. This time.-.

-Oh, big sis!- Once again, you get tightly hugged, though this time you can feel her body brushing much more.

-Ok, you can leave me n-ah Jesus.- Emily has joined too, and now you're sandwiched between them. But you have to say, you like the warmness of their cute bodies. Around you, people are giving strange glances, some males clearly aroused by the sight. You give them the middle finger, and they all turn around.

-So, what do we do now?- Tina asks.

A few hours later, you're walking home with smiles on your faces and, overall, brand new outfits on. You, in particular, are wearing a white sundress and a pearl necklace, haughtily flaunting a pair of chic sunglasses; Emily has sunglasses too, but she's wearing only a pink lace crop top and mini-shorts; Tina, finally, white mini-shorts and what she has insisted defining "top", but it's actually a light blue bra.

It has been difficult to convince your sister to go shopping, since she has argued that she could morph any kind of clothes she could wish; but after having tried the first article, she was the hardest to make stop later.

-Look!- You whisper, nodding towards a pair of guys walking on the other side of the road. As you've done for the entire afternoon, when you cross each other you sensually move your hair behind your ear, waving your hips in the process. With the corner of your eye, you see them stop and elbow each other with complicity, but you don't give them the satisfaction of turning around.

Emily pats you on the shoulder with a chuckle, and you giggle in response.

-You knock them all out!-.

-What can I say? I'm fabulous.-.

-Well, it has been fun but now I have to go back home.- She announces, giving you your remote. You're a bit sad that it's already over, but... you feel happy too. In the end, you've had your fun.

-See you soon then. Say hi to auntie Maddison.-.

-Of course, I will bring her your kisses.- She lowers her lens and winks, and you shake your head grinning.

-Goodbye Kim, and goodbie Tina!- She turns around, noticing that she was a bit back. Are you wrong or is she walking weirdly?

Then Emily laughs loudly and invites you to sharpen your sight. You eventually notice that her fist is contracting rhythmically, and her face is...

-No way! What a...-.

You hesitate.

-What a sister I have.-.

Charity coughs several times, her bent-over body shivering like an autumn leaf. Then, she takes a deep gasp. You observe her straighten up, her hand softly massaging the throat. She then turns to you - she's not so pretty, you realize, unless you like coarse girls. You hope that Kim will like her enough.

The silence that has now fallen allows you to fully perceive the spiritual resonance that is now linking you with this stranger. This means that...

-It worked.- She whispers. At these words, emotions suddenly take over, and you fall down to your knees in an explosion of tears. Are you relieved? Guilty? Happy? You don't know, maybe a bit of everything, it's all flowing out indiscriminately.

You feel her hand on your shoulder; next thing you know, you're clinging on her, Frenching her savagely, without giving her time to rest. She embraces your impetus, letting herself fall seated on the bed and spreading her legs in anticipation. You grab her nape and kiss her more wildly, feeding on her wafts, while your other hand creeps inside her underwear.

She gives little squeals in your mouth as your digits pinch her clit, and then follow the outline of her pussy. You push your lips away, a trickle of saliva still connecting you to her, as much as the desire you read in each other's eyes. She wants it as much as you do: because you're now her, and she's now you. You then get back in, screwing the mouth and the pussy of a girl that you've never met before, right on her bed. And she lets you do it, lost in her own pleasure, oblivious to her sexual orientation, her opinions, her identity. They don't matter anymore.

Her moans soon converge in one last, deep shriek, as her body convulses rashly and your fingers get soaked with her juice. You then step back so she can breathe again; but now you're the one that finds it difficult.

Her face is an erupting volcano, in stark contrast with her golden hair. She discharges her pants and panties, and then resumes playing with her own vagina. You observe mesmerized, feeling wet by yourself, until she has a second orgasm that distorts her face in an "OH!!!" expression.

Charity Dawson, a year older than you, first of her course, is yours.