Home is hell

“Here we are,” Brooke says.

“And what is here?” you ask looking at the pretty regular suburban house Brooke just stopped by.

“Home!”

“Home?”

“Yeah, home sweet home, with mom, dad, little sister and crazy Sofia, my aunt who’s been living in the garage for the last three years. Plenty to go by before we go out to grab a bite.” She says laughing. You smile.

The entrance is poorly lit but you don’t care.

“Honey? Is that you?” a male voice asks from a door to the left.

“Yes daddy, I’m with Yvette, a friend from school…”

You feel hungry and horny and you would love to go after the voice but Brooke holds you back pulling you up the stairs. Three doors, some music coming from behind one attracts your attention but once again Brooke stops you.

“Your clothes are all messed up, let me get you something more proper for a girl like you.”

You look down and indeed she’s right, your clothes are now far too big. It feels absurd. You follow your former student to her room and sit on the bed as she starts rummaging through her closet. Soon a complete Wordsworth prep school uniform is piled up by your side. Brooke looks at you holding a black thong with a finger.

“Let’s see how this fits you.”

It fits you perfectly. For the first time you admire your new silhouette in a mirror. An insolent nose in the middle of a sleek face, deep green eyes, long dark hair falling on a slender neck, skinny silhouette, skimpy legs, a plump ass and a beautiful pair of generous breasts... A figure to damn a saint. Oh, and you’ve lost a few centimeters too.

“Brooke? Mom and dad sent me to get you…” a voice behind you. A voice you recognize: it’s Brittany, Brooke’s little sister, good student, just turned eighteen…

She’s only wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of panties, white too. Her outfit does little to hide her blooming curves. Brookes last drops of blood are long gone and the little gauge in your mind is nearly depleted, you won’t let this one slip through your fingers.

“Oh my… I’m so sorry,” she continues turning around. “I thought you were alone.”

Brooke must be starving too as she says:

“Brittany, don’t go, this is Yvette, a new girl from school.”

“I… Nice to meet you,” she seems confused, new arrivals at school are usually the occasion of a formal introduction in the gymnasium.

“Nice to meet you too…”

She pauses for a moment.

“You’re French right? It’s funny but you sound a lot like Mr. Leclair, our French substitute teacher.”

Yeah you sound a lot like yourself but you sound a lot hotter too.

You pass a hand over you throat. Your former voice is back.

“Do I?”

Your male voice confuses her.

“Don’t be afraid, silly head, it will make perfect sense in a minute. Now come and sit by my side. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your teacher, would you?”

She obeys, stupid reflex out of years of academic conditioning.

Her naked leg touching yours you feel overwhelmed by hunger, but you manage not to rip her throat open, for now.

“I’m your teacher, can’t you see?”

“Er… no, I mean, I believe you, you have his voice, I mean your voice, but you’re… you look like a teenage girl…”

“Well yes, I do, all thanks to your big sister here… A hot teenage girl, don’t you think?”

“I… couldn’t say…”

“Come on, can’t you appreciate my succulent breast? I know you’d love to have succulent breast like mine.”

“I… I don’t know… maybe.”

“Maybe?” you say petting her tits through her shirt.

She looks at Brooke for help.

“Sis, this is so embarrassing…”

“Tst, tst, tst, it’s your teacher, you wouldn’t want him to fail you, you know how mom and dad would be so disappointed?”

Your hand is getting firmer, you bend over and start kissing her neck.

“Sis, stop this, if it’s a joke it’s not funny.”

Using the last drops from the gauge you activate vicissitude and start working on her breasts. Two more cups, a small imperfection on the left side disappears.

“Ooohh my god,” she whispers… “this feels so good.”

“You like this?” you whisper, “wait for what is coming next.”

Your hand covered in goo starts trailing down her belly. Her white panties, now drenched with pleasure, don’t oppose a second’s resistance to your exploration. Your fingers penetrate her virginal labia. You scavenge for a bit making your next victim’s breath accelerate. You take them out and turn towards Brooke.

“How does this taste to you?”

Your student licks her sister’s secretions from your fingers.

“Delicious!”

“Go down on her then.”

Fangs bared, Brooke kneels between her sister’s legs. You cover Brittany’s mouth with your hand the moment her flower is torn apart by Brooke eagerness. You go back at nibbling on her neck. Only this time you don’t just tease the delicious flesh, this time you bite down hard. Blood spurts from the sides of your lips.

Brittany’s mind explodes under the tremendous pleasure ****. She tries to scream through your fingers but your grip is strong and soon her breath shortens. You bite your wrist and smear some blood on her lips. She grabs you and starts drinking. You push her away standing. Brooke is still avidly drinking her sister fluids and blood when, now dressed you leave the room.

Three more lives to take in the house. Vicissitude: You reach under your skirt, slip out of the thong and start reforming your dick. You hesitate but then you decide to keep the delicious flower that Brooke gave you earlier. It’s a bit painful but soon you find yourself with a nice little instrument, no so little maybe, probably a few centimeters longer and wider than the one you had before Brooke’s savage surgery.

Who should you visit next?

After a moment of hesitation, you decide that you will not deprive the two sisters of the joy of taking their parents so you sneak by the living room through the kitchen to where you believe the garage is. Silently you push the door. A woman approaching her forties is bending over a table filled with computer components. The simple idea of pounding her sweet ass makes you hard… Despite the tremendous pleasure the female genitalia gave you did miss the feeling.

“Hi.”

Shit your voice is still… your voice. Not your girl voice. You clear your throat passing a hand in front of your vocal cords.

‘Hi.”

Much better. The occupant of the room turns around.

“Hi, for a moment there I thought you were a man…”

Sofia is a nice looking, middle aged Latina with lots of curves perfectly balanced. Half surprised by your manly intrusion she kind of feels reassured by the uniform.

“Yes, I get that a lot… I’m Yvette from the Brooke and Brittany’s school.”

“Nice to meet you, Yvette, what can I do for you?”

“The girls told me I could find you here and I just dropped to say hi… I’ll be staying over for dinner tonight. I won’t be bothering you anymore”

“You’re not bothering me at all, I was just finished here…”

“Cool…and what were you doing?”

A shadow passes over Sofia’s face. She’s looking at your skirt.

“I… I’m rewiring an old computer for my brother’s office…”

She can’t take her eyes off your skirt, you follow her gaze looking down to see a nice bulge where your hard dick is pressing. You giggle…

“Oh! you’ve noticed it.”

You take few steps into the light. She looks at you puzzled.

“Are you some kind of hermaphrodite?”

“Something like that yes… I’m sorry I usually strap it to my leg to avoid … this kind of problems but, this morning I ran out of tape…”

She’s definitely puzzled and you don’t even have to **** domination on her to make her a bit horny… Horny-curious at least.

“Wanna have a look?” you ask.

“I… Well it’s kind of unusual…if you don’t mind…”

“Why would I? This kind of rarities either you accept them or they destroy your life…”

You lift the skirt revealing your new companion fully erect with a tiny drop of precum on the top of the cap.

“Wow, madre mia, it’s beautiful! And not even circumcised…”

“Yeah I’m French, we don’t do that back there.”

She leans back to get a better view. Involuntarily, she licks her lips.

“It’s magnificent!”

“I know, I’ve made a few boys jealous with my little winner. Wanna touch it?”

“Actually, I would love to.”

You finish closing in on Sofia. Your dick is just a few inches away from her leg. She takes your movement for an invitation. Hesitantly, she starts by poking it a bit with a finger. But soon, as her desire grows, she runs a couple of fingers up and down along the proud shaft. It feels good.

“And it’s fully functional? Have you ever used it?”

“I’m not a virgin anymore, so yes I used it. I used quite a few times. I used it on guys and I used it on girls… I actually used it tonight on Brooke…”

Sofia is a bit taken aback by your last declaration. But her fingers don’t leave it, actually, absent mindedly, she starts gently stroking it.

“Booke?”

“Yes… Your niece is quite fond of it. She says that no boy knows how to please her the way I do…”

“I… I can see why.”

She has pulled on its base revealing the bubbly head. You close your eyes and let out a faint moan. She jumps and lets go.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes.

“No need to…” you say over your breath, “please don’t stop.”

“I can’t, your so young and… I’m not into girls.”

“I think we established I wasn’t a girl… not completely… please... tease it a bit more.”

Maybe it’s time for you to conjure Domination to take things further, you think. But Sofia is already back on it, only this time she puts some intention behind her gesture. This woman is experienced, you realize as she starts stroking you up and slowly, quickly building the pleasure in your guts. A second hand joins the first, concentrating on the base of your dick. Suddenly she jumps.

“Holy shit! You’ve also got a pussy!” she says looking at the glistening fluids on her fingers.

“Mmh yes… If you could touch it too…”

“I…”

Touch me!

Aunt Sofia’s hands are back on your pleasure center, one hand, pacing fast, masturbating your rod and the other, between your thighs, slowly parting the lips, slipping a gentle finger inside your wet cave. The combination of paces is amazing. You are about to come. Your arms wrap around her head nesting her face between your breasts.

Suddenly coming from inside the house a small scream… The girls must have gone after their parents.

Don’t you dare let me go!

Swallow it.

She takes your manhood between her lips. Warmth, wetness, and an expert tongue, you cannot hold long. A powerful stream of jizz explodes in her mouth before another stream of cum starts pouring down your thighs.

You need a few moments to collect your thoughts, to let the pleasure wave roll over you. But you want more, you want it inside her. You grab her by the neck and push her against her desk. Your mouths meet. You can taste yourself. You can taste her. Cigarettes and old Scotch. This woman has taste. You let her go to get her out of her sweatpants. They fall on the floor. You pull on her panties. A nice big bush. You lift her leg and prepare to penetrate her shiny little slit but she stops you

“Yvette…”

“Yes… Sofia?”

“This is wrong!”

“Is it really?”

“I…”

“Don’t you want me to show you what I do to your niece, to Brooke?”

“I…”

Shut up and take it!

“Yes mistress…” she words silently.

And she takes it, deep and wide, she takes it all and she screams and she moans. In and out. Deep and deeper. You pound into her, you drill her hard. And she screams some more, and then she purrs, and she comes. Once, twice. And then you bite her and drink her. You flip her on her belly, and part her butt cheeks and you penetrate her tight ass. And she takes it and she loses it, again and again. Loudly, and you bite her more, blood running on her tits, on her shoulders, on her ass, from her mouth, from her back. And you come too. And it goes on and you cannot stop. You cannot stop until you feel her drift away but you cannot let her go so you feed her some of your blood making her your wife, your bride, your minion, your pet.

And you fuck her corpse until she comes back to unlife.

“Mistress, Mistress, Mistress, Mistress, Mistress!” she repeats relentlessly as she cleans your dick, as she licks your rod, as she wipes your cock of all the fluids.

Eventually you turn around to find Brooke and her whole family looking at you.

“You two are done? I’d love to go out for a bite.” She laughs.