Confess: Ally Tells Her Sister Everything

"It... it might be my fault," Ally said, still staring at the large, thick cock spilling from between her sister's thighs. Kate's tip leaked a thin trail of precum already, almost like it was salivating, and Ally found herself leaning down towards it, her tongue suddenly parched, her throat empty, aching for her sister's cock. She tried to focus as best she could, though her eyes never rose from Kate's tantalizing penis. "I found a... a spell, or something, in the closet; it said it would help everyone in the family..."

"So you just found some fucking words on a paper and shouted them out?" Kate asked, incredulous. She turned away from Ally, hiding the length of her cock, but revealing her perfect, toned ass, which kept Ally just as hard and preoccupied. She wondered if her sister ever let anyone fuck her ass before... Ally had to restrain herself from grabbing and jerking her own cock. "Why on earth would you do that? Why wouldn't you check with me first?"

"What, would you have told me not to?" Ally asked, stepping forward as Kate stepped away. "I didn't know this would happen!"

"I can't even look at you right now!" Kate shouted back. "I can't believe you would do this. I thought, when you asked me to come with you, that we'd be working together. But I guess that's impossible for someone like you."

"Someone like me?" Ally asked. The words hurt more than she thought they would; she felt a tear fall from her eye. "What the fuck does that mean, Kate? What's wrong with someone like me?"

"You never think about consequences," Kate said. "And you don't care about anyone but yourself. I bet you invited me here to help _you _get the house, not to help _our family _keep it. I bet you never even cared about Grandpa. You just want all of his little toys and trinkets. And now look where that's left us."

"I'll find a way to fix it!" Ally cried, reaching out for Kate, who threw her hand off of her shoulder.

"I don't even want to look at you right now," Kate said, lowly. Her voice jammed a dagger in Ally's chest -- Ally felt her knees weaken and she collapsed onto them. "Get out," Kate said. She didn't even look at Ally. Maybe she never would again.

When Ally could stand, she stood, moving quietly as a mouse to the bedroom door and then out of it, shutting the door behind her and crying into her fingers. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have done this? Was Kate right about her, after all? Did she only care about herself? No... she loved her sister, didn't she? And her Grandpa...

Well. Now where should she go? Naked from the waist down, she wandered back into the house, towards what was once her childhood bedroom. Maybe that would make her feel better. If anything could at all...

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The hallways were longer and darker than Ally remembered; another small strangeness. The world was supposed to get smaller as she aged, she thought. But everything felt deeper, darker, and worse than it ever had. Maybe the world just got worse as she aged... maybe she just had to get used to that, to everything being worse. To Kate hating her. To everyone believing she was selfish, little bitch.

She tried not to cry again, but it was too hard. The chill of the house surrounded her, enveloped her. She felt her cock shrinking down to softness, the gentle caress of the house's breeze not enough to keep her hard. The strangeness of her new appendage weighed heavily on her mind. Were her balls always going to be this sensitive? Would the tip of her head ever stop dripping sticky precum? She didn't know. Maybe she was just overstimulated. Maybe she was just miserable.

"Are you alright?" She heard a voice ask in an accent she couldn't place. She narrowed her eyes, turning her head to find the source of the voice -- and there was a woman she didn't recognize, standing in an open doorway she'd just passed. "I thought I heard crying."

"You imagined it," Ally said, curtly. But she took a step towards the new girl: A woman that looked to be an age with Ally, around eighteen or so. She could have been Persian or Egyptian, Ally thought. Her skin was a rich, full brown but not that dark, and she wore a golden headband and necklace to match. Her eyes were strangely pale, a grey that clashed with the light brown of her skin, creating an oddly etherial effect. She stood a few inches shorter than Ally, and wore a nightgown of loose, tan silk. "Who are you?"

"Ruri Alabast," the girl said, extending a delicate hand for Ally to shake. "One of many who arrived early, I imagine, to stake their claim on Scream House."

"Wait..." Ally said, her head swimming. "Are you from the Church of Dyer?"

"The Church?" Ruri laughed. "Heavens no. I wouldn't be caught dead praying to their God."

"So you belong to the Syndicate then," Ally concluded. Ruri's laughter stopped abruptly.

"I suppose I do," she said, coyly. "As much as anyone does anyway. Wealth buys a way in, but loyalty... is much harder to come by."

"What, so all you rich folk hate each other?" Ally asked.

"You didn't hear it from me," Ruri said, adjusting her golden headband. That's one way to flaunt your wealth, Ally thought. Though, all things considered, the headband may have had some protective magical elements. A thought like that would have made her feel insane and childish days ago. Now, she stood before this exotic beauty with her own soft, exposed cock, so who was Ally to dismiss magic anymore? "I take it you are not of the Church or the Syndicate. Which must mean... you are Miss Scream."

"Ally," Allyson said.

"Ally," Ruri repeated, eyes looking her up and down in the dark hallway. "May I ask a personal question?"

"The penis is new," Ally guessed what Ruri's question was going to be and took a shot at answering.

"Interesting," Ruri said. Her eyes lowered again to Ally's cock, which grew to height at the renewed attention. "Listen: I have few allies in this house. Could I invite you in for some tea? Or some... harder liquor, perhaps, depending on why you were crying."

"Wasn't crying," Ally repeated, wiping tearstains from her cheeks.

"Just as well," Ruri said, stepping into her room and leaving the door open. "I would like to understand you a bit better, Miss Scream. If we are to be in competition, or communion. Perhaps I will be able to help you with that appendage of yours as well..."