Here comes the auntie

-Love me, hate me, say what you want about me, but all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy!!! ♫- You sing loudly, turning up the volume of the radio to the maximum; you're driving recklessly, without worrying about speed limits or overtaking bans. You are euphoric, you feel powerful in driving this beast like the king, pardon, the queen of the road. This is the only mitigation against playing with your boobs, although once or twice you've slipped your hand inside your bra and you've pinched your nipple. Oh, if anyone who knows your mom could see you right now! They would think she is undergoing a bad midlife crisis, shaking and behaving like a drunk party girl. However, the closer you get to the destination, the calmer you **** yourself to become: after all, you're actually going to meet someone who knows her very well.

Finally, you park to the side of the road, in front of a two-plans white residence with a large garden all around. This is your aunt, now older sister, Maddison's house, which she bought after she married your uncle, the CEO of a minor company where she used to work; if you didn't know her, you would have suspected she got married for money, and indeed she is now a successful career woman, but she is deeply in love with him too, as your mother's memories confirm. Amazed, you realize that you now remember everything about her, even when she was a little girl! For example, you remember her wedding, you were the maid of honor, and you can't recall a single moment where she was happier; digging more in the past, when you were sick at ten years old and your parents had left you home alone, so she took care of you like a mother. You, as Jessica, have a good relationship with her, even if nowadays you don't hear from each other very often, the last time you've seen her was a month ago. It's strange: it has been a normal meeting, and your mom couldn't suspect that would be her last time with her sister before you took over; maybe she would have behaved differently, who knows. Well, this teaches not to take anything for granted, right?

-Now, let's see if...- You half-open your mouth, focusing on finding your gelatinous body underneath all this flesh, and as you perceive it you imagine that it splits into two parts, then you feel a lump in your throat and spit some red goo, intercepting it on the palm. You put it in your pocket, whispering to be quiet.

You dismount the car, take a full breath and then look towards the house. Luck smiles at you, as you can see her in the garden. She's dressed in a black business suit similar to yours and with a floral camisole under. You wave at her and she smiles the same way your mom does, being a genetic character of their family.

-Jess!- She greets opening the gate. You exchange two kisses, her Dior inebriates your nostrils. You hesitate in a grin, finding that her skin is even smoother than yours, before you draw back.

-What a surprise, come in!-.

-Thank you, Maddie.- You reply, calling her easily by the nickname that your mother normally uses. Your eyes wander for a moment on her bust; the smile, you conclude, is not the only thing that runs in the family.

-Were you going out?- You ask, pretending to have looked at her attire.

-Yes, sadly Mike needs me at work. But it's not urgent: come in, let's talk in the shade.- She turns around and you take advantage of it to throw your goo on her shoe. You follow her while keeping an eye on its slow and imperceptible climbing; when she looks at you, you quickly smile.

-I know that face, what's going through your mind?- She chuckles.

-Me? Nothing, just watching at my big sister. Do you remember when we were kids? And look at you now, an accomplished and emancipated woman.-.

-Oh, come on, you're making me blush! Besides, the same applies to you.- She answers, oblivious that the goo is almost inside her skirt: -Say, do you want some water?-.

-Don't worry, I'm just passing through.- You buy some time: -How's doing here? Anything new?-.

-Not much, but we are a bit loaded with requests and-uh!- She has a jolt as if she had been electrocuted, and you pretend to be concerned.

-Weird, suddenly I felt something cold... never mind, it has passed.- She doesn't seem to been taken over, so indeed your clone knows your original plan. Good, you think, it's funnier like this. Maddison resumes saying things you actually don't care about, your pussy in the meantime is shivering in anticipation; then she asks you about "your" children. You reply that they finally have reached some sort of agreement, and now they're closer than ever.

-Really?- She goes quiet for a second, and you see something alien flashing in her expression, totally changing the way she looks at you in a... kinkier one, let's say.

-Hey, you feel good?-.

-Yes, just... my head is spinning a little, must be the stress.-.

-Oh poor! Wait, let me help you.- You march toward her and she widens her eyes like in terror, and you know it's not because she's scared of you, but of "her" thoughts in this moment. You hold her with your arms, as if you're preventing her to fall, but really you are just examining her curves. You observe with excitement that her blouse is retreating without her to notice.

-I'll help you lay down.- You sound very worried, then you groped her bulges: -Wow, your heart is pounding, Maddie.-.

-N-No, I'm feeling better.- She babbles, and in a sort she's telling the truth, now that you are pressed upon her. You admire her discomforted face, noticing that from time to time she inadvertently indulges in lecherous smiles.

"Be patient, I want to play a bit more first." You think, directed to the slime inside her. You're not sure it can hear you, but it's a possibility; and, until now, it's doing what you wanted to.

-You know, I was serious before, about you becoming the woman you are now.- You purr caressing a stripe of her hair: -I'm proud of you. You've always been my inspiration, big sister. Since we were kids.-.

-Jessica...- She's about to succumb, it's clear; yet, in a great proof of willpower, she detaches.

-Maddie?- You innocently ask.

-I'm, I'm good now.- She spits, managing to hold her heavy breath: -I'm sorry, I really need to go. Mike is waiting and, well, as I said it's an intensive time. Thank you for having passed.-. She's trying to sound cordial, but she's more than distraught and it's more like she's sending you away. However, you just smile and nod.

-Of course! See you soon sister, and say hi from me!- She basically runs to her car and speeds down the street, not bothering of making sure you'll leave the house. Poor auntie: even if you wanted to, you couldn't stop what you put inside her, no matter how fast she drives.

"Farewell, aunt Maddison. Next time we will be true sisters.".