Your other bodies come home

-Hello?- You ask, moving your Kim's form across the living room. You see that the couch is empty and the blanked is sprawled aside. You sit muttering about where the two of them may have gone, but as you rest your hand you feel something soggy. There's a strain in the middle of the pillows, plus some sort of sticky trail connects the sofa to the stairs.

-Eww!- You jump to your feet, looking disgusted at your hand. Then you peek that no one is watching you and you lick it. You giggle, then you get serious again.

"It seems that my slutty sister and my geek brother had played a bit more. So I guess that..." You go upstairs, where you actually hear groans coming from behind Tina's door. Nobody is around, thus you spy through the lock.

Your squeals of pleasure are music to your ears, since they are Tina's ears and Tina's voice. You can estimate that, since you took possession of her body, you have spent approximately 90% of your time pleasuring yourself, and yet you could still go on. You rest panting on the bed but you keep molesting your mounds, jumbling sighs with moans.

"God I love these tits!" And you love them so much that you make them one size bigger. You chuckle at the awesomeness of this power.

With a bit of focus, you secrete a blob of goo over which you maintain direct control, as you've learned in the shower. You pass "yourself" through "your" fingers, enjoying that weird sensation of both playing and be played. It's a bit cold, but in a pleasant way. You test the features of your glob, stretching and compressing it. Your vision adapts to your new forms, it's like looking into a distorting mirror and from inside it at the same time. Once its elasticity and compactness have been ascertained, you spread it on your palms, maintaining the two puddles connected by tiny filaments. You use your so-clinging hands to massage your breasts, and shortly you find yourself moaning, perceiving them hypersensitive, or maybe the jelly is, you can't really say; anyhow, a simple touch is more intense than your previous orgasms.

-Bingo!- You exult, kneading your fleshy globes as if they were clay. Soon the climax strikes hard, one, two, three times, and you soak the bed again. This time you really catch your breath, while your goo self is smeared on your bosom; then you make it slither up to your mouth and you finally get up, stretching like after a good sleep.

Your horny imagination flies to a suggestive slice, where Tom has watched you from behind the door and now he's jerking off, admiring your voluptuous tits made prominent by your arched back. That would be undoubtedly erotic and would make you have sex again, even if a part of you would feel a little pity for him.

"I mean, staying hidden like that would be a bit of a loser, right?".

You have to bite the inside of your cheek to be able to stifle your cry, due to your fingers work on your bare pussy. The contradiction between this Tina and the old one is intoxicating, and you gave in to the temptation. You had to. However, as you see her moving towards the door, you quickly stand up, fixing your hair and clothes and raising your fist so it seems you were about to knock. You don't want to pass for some sort of loser.

-Who-Kim!- She exclaims surprised, and then she smiles, enthusiastic like a child.

-Hey you.- You say, trying to sound casual: -I was...- but your words are muffled by the liplock she forces you in, whilst she drags you inside. Her intention is to lay you down, but your Kim-side gets the upper hand and you detach.

-Wait, wait, it's not the time.-.

-What? Sure it is! Come on sister, let's have some fun!- She kisses you again, but you don't reciprocate. She senses it and looks at you almost hurt. Your pussy twinges and you quickly form some panties to hold your juice.

-We will have our fun later. I can't afford to skip a meal or my perfect body may be affected, so get dressed, 'cause we're having lunch.-.

-Aw, fuck it! I want to have sex!- She grabs your wrist and guides it on her awaiting vagina, but you free it and push it away.

-Stop being a slut, Tina, and move your ass.- You set and you leave, smirking at your performance.

-Dude, are you serious?- She yells at you. Clearly, he doesn't have absorbed her memories yet, he doesn't understand: you're not pretending anymore to be Kim, you are Kim, and this comes with responsibilities. You find your mom cooking in the kitchen, an apron gently covers her motherly frame; she must have arrived while you were upstairs.

-Hello dear, how was your morning?- She asks without lifting her gaze from the cucumber she's chopping. Salad, good.

-You know, always the same.- You bluff: -Where did you go before?-.

-Oh, I just went grocery.-. You curl your lips: she obviously made up something, but she doesn't want to tell you. At this moment Tina enters, still pissed by your behavior.

-Don't frown, little sis, you will get wrinkles.- You taunt her, deflating her cheeks with your fingers. She grumbles humbled, but you change the subject: -Anyway, where is our brother?-.

-Well he is... not upstairs?- Her face takes a worried expression and turns around: -Bro? Tom? Are you there?-. No answer.

-Maybe he's gone out too.- You guess.

-What?- She panics: -What if he spills out something? What if he doesn't come back?-.

"What if he doesn't pound your cunt anymore you whore?" You think to yourself. Instead, you say much more politely: -Pff! Are you stupid? Like he's telling anyone that he screwed his sisters and his mother! And you know him right? He doesn't have any balls.-.

She watches you almost horrified.

-Dude, you're talking about yourself.-.

You roll your eyes.

-Besides, sweety, you licked his balls just an hour ago.- Your mom's voice chirps.

-Mom, you too?- You snort.

-Tina, your sister is right, though quite a bitch.- She nonchalantly speaks those unnatural words for her mouth: -My son won't tell anybody, he just needs to elaborate. And it's our duty, when he's back, to support him during this difficult moment and show him all our affection. Don't you agree?-.

-Yes...- She answers hardly convinced: -...if you say so.- she turns to you, but you simply shrug. She's still confused and a bit troubled. Curiously, you love to see her this devasted, so harmless and disoriented, especially after having bossed you around all morning, but at the same time you want to hug her and tell her that everything will be fine. A bit incoherent, you speculate that your Kim's and Tom's sides are not fully synchronized yet. Or maybe they are, and this is who you are now. After all, you conclude, contrary to what you have thought so far, you're not **** to act like the old Kim or to be her total opposite. You can be whoever you want.

-Why are you smiling?-.

-Me? Oh, nothing.-.

-Sit down girls.- Your mother softly demands as she brings the salad bowl to the table: -Let's enjoy our family meal.-.

-Yes mommy.- You respond.

-Yes mommy...-.

Tina places herself in front of you, while your mom at the head of the table. You're still intrigued by what she has done, because you know that, behind that warm smile, there is a mind as devious as yours (indeed it's the same) who's planning something, and you absolutely don't intend to be a mere pawn in her game. Maybe you can open yourself on your meeting with Trish, hoping to be reciprocated, and you actually want to share your discoveries. Or maybe you can lie low, keep your secrets for yourself and steal that information by the backdoor. Choices, choices.