Leave her be.

As Clarisa recovers, bent over the worktop, you start backing out of the room, making your way to the stairs, erection straining your boxers.

Trying to get away, you jump into the first room you come across, as you enter, you notice a rainbow assortment of thongs, G-strings, boy-shorts and other panties are covering every surface in the room and a range of bras, from plain to fancy lace, are hanging from every knob in the room apart from yours. Clearly, your sister, Natasha, has been victim of a hurricane with a panty fetish.

Making your way over to the bed, you see your sister, fast asleep, wearing only a blue t-shirt and a pair of pink boy-shorts. She'd kicked the covers off herself, sometime during the night, leaving her beautiful body on full display, as she lies on her back.

Her little pink boy-shorts really seemed to be struggling to contain her vulva, as she had a pretty impressive camel toe going. The smooth tan of her skin making the sight even more tantalising.

Then, you remember the strange energy from before. It happened with your mother, so, why not your sister too?

Poking her in the stomach, you test to see how this energy thing works. Nothing happens, as you touch her soft skin. Clearly, it had something to do with breasts. That's where you felt the energy go, after all.

Sliding your finger along the side of her breasts, you feel the same energy pass through you and into her, leaving you a little shocked.

Still recovering from what happened with your mother, you decide it would be best not to touch her, any more. You only did so to work out what was going on. This was your family; you couldn't do anything like that with them.

Though, there was one thing you'd wanted.