Next week, getting ready for a Halloween party

I held my new creation up with my hands and admired my handiwork. The object was spooky, grim, and absolutely occult – a black skull with certain… magic properties. It had been almost a week since I discovered my spellbook, and since then I’ve been using all kinds of spells to make my life more interesting – in my sister’s body. Memory spells, transformation spells, sex spells – I’ve used them all and embraced my witchy persona. I grabbed my witch hat and put it on before looking into the mirror and wearing my femme-fatale look, holding my new toy – god… I looked so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to use my magic skull.

ding dong

“Ohhh… my guest~”

I kept my witch hat on and rushed down the stairs and flung open the door.

“H-hey… Jackie,” Claire looked at me with shy but fascinated eyes.

“Oh, the hat? Appropriate, don’t you think… Claire.”

I cupped my breasts with my forearms towards her, teasing 'her' with my buxom body that I knew, all too well, she lusted for.

“I guess…?” Claire's face turned red as she looked off to the side, slightly irritated that I was pulling her strings.

Smirking smugly, I pulled her in.

“Come on, follow me upstairs.”

She sighed and followed me slowly and meekly. The contrast to the normal Claire was revealing, and it was turning me on.

I slammed my bedroom door behind us.

“So… how’s it feel? Almost one whole week in Claire’s body?” I asked teasingly.

Nick slowly wiggled side-to-side nervously, “It’s been okay.”

My face turned to one of suspicion.

“Just okay? You’re in the body of my sister’s hot friend, a BANGING hot body… and you’re acting like this...”

I paused and smirked, “How many times have you cum in one session.”

Claire-Nick looked up with an irritated face and refused my question, but still she had a nervous look to her face. Something… was off.

Pushing off the bed, I walked towards Claire, and as I did – Claire seemed to panic.

“What happened?” I said, getting close up in front of her face.

“N-nothing, don’t worry about it.” She looked away. It was so girly – I loved it.

I needed to know what he was so nervous about, and so I put my hand on her shoulder, causing her to jolt.

My hand grabbed her firmly. I wanted to make my cute, **** Nick feel safe – she was trembling.

No, wait. I stared at her face and focused on that feeling. The trembling was faint, almost like it was – lower. I realized what was going on and pulled Claire against my body, our breasts pressing against one another.

“You sure are enjoying that body, aren’t you… are you’re already becoming a slut? Not that I blame you – her body is fucking great, isn’t it?”

Nick didn’t know how to respond immediately, taking a second before replying,

“I don’t know… what you are saying…”

I grabbed Claire’s cute, nervous face and it melted into one of longing as I slowly revealed my sister’s soft pink tongue and guided into her soft lips. Her tongue returned the favor and we began to taste each other's saliva. Nick couldn’t resist advances from my sister’s body, and was now completely cooperative as we began pushing into each other’s soft, feminine flesh.

Her hands softly grabbed at my breasts, as mine grabbed at hers. Slowly I lowered my hand down along her slender stomach, pressing against her soft tummy before worming it into Claire’s drenched and slimy panties. She didn’t protest… in fact, her hips began swinging into my hands as I slowly slid over her shaven mound and found my way to her disgustingly, yet delightfully, slimy pussy.

I broke from our kiss with a slurp, “My god… you’re so wet. Fucking hot~”

“But what’s this~”

I asked, as I tugged on a vibrating silicon string that stuck from her dripping lips.

Claire moaned and bucked against my leg.

“Are you enjoying your stolen pussy THAT much? You’re going to stick a vibrator up her pussy all night like some perverted girl.” I giggled and rubbed at her slippery clit.

God, I love teasing Nick.

Claire was so lost in pleasure, she could barely speak or think.

“No… i-it wasn’t my idea, Kaleb,” Claire squeaked.

That sentence, my name… and who, who’s idea? Her reply was getting me excited and even more turned on. I pulled away from him as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… wasn’t YOUR idea? Wait, what the fuck does THAT mean!? Who the hell’s idea was it then?”

The cogs in my head were spinning fast, so many questions. Why was this so exciting?

Claire wiped my slobber from her pink lips and looked at me in the eyes,

“It was my… boyfriend’s… idea.”

“You got a boyfriend and then…” I could feel my face turning red at the thought of Nick using Claire’s body to get a boyfriend… “No wait, you mean Claire’s boyfriend… right?”

Nick’s face turned to one of annoyance and he pointed his hands out to highlight his current form.

“Isn’t that the same thing?,” he said with a tone. “I mean, what am I supposed to do? Ignore him? Make drama? Break up with him?”

I was dumbfounded. “But how did it get to this!,” I said pointing down at his vibrating cooch.

Nick’s face turned red, “I don’t know, we were just talking – and somehow it… well, he… he’s not that bad of a guy to talk to and him and Claire, you know… fuck and talk about everything fuck-related and he said it like she’d done it before… and I didn’t want to be weird… you know… so I-”

“Wait.” I interrupted him. “Fuck! You didn’t fuck her boyfriend, did you?”

Nick calmed down and responded in a monotone voice, “No.”

I squinted my eyes at Nick, I’ve known him long enough to know he was lying even if he was wearing Claire.

“You fucking fucked him.” I said, not an ounce of doubt in my tone.

Claire’s eyes rolled and he immediately changed his attitude.

“FINE!” He said. “You got me.”

Nick stared for a second, “He came over a lot. I was trying to keep him under-control for a while. It was weird, he… he just thought I was Claire and he was soooo damn persistent. Maybe it’s this body or something but I was just fucked up in the head and kept pushing my own boundaries.”

I could not stop myself from smiling like an idiot. For some reason it was just too damn cute hearing this from Nick.

I just wanted to tease him more, “So you… fucked.”

Nick was now a very visibly pissed Claire,

“YES. WE FUCKED. We fucked a lot… he literally *just* fucking manhandled the shit out of me and fucked me until I literally felt stupid! I am wet the entire time he comes over! It must be her body or something because all I can think about now is him fucking me! Calling me beautiful, calling me Claire, calling me cute – a slut. And all the while all I see looking down is Claire’s hot-ass body getting pounded! I even re-positioned my mirror! I’m so fucked now!”

My face was burning red with embarrassment, seeing Nick so bashful and honest about fucking Claire's boyfriend – I’m so fucking… jealous. Jackie’s body was reacting, I could feel her pussy throb and dampen.

“Nick… that’s fucking hot.”

A look of surprise took over Claire’s face. “What?”

“Honestly, think about it. He didn’t notice anything! No one except me knows you let a guy fuck you! It’s completely normal! You *are* Claire. Your boyfriend fucking you is completely normal!”

Nick was taken aback by my apparent possession-driven kinks.

“Honestly… I kinda fucking jealous… Jackie doesn’t have a boyfriend – and I’m not sure I’d be down to get one myself.”

Nick was kinda relieved but still couldn’t believe I was saying this out loud.

“Dude, you’re being weird… like aren’t you a little weirded out saying that?,” Nick probed.

“I’m more curious than anything! Like this is the whole reason I wanted to do this with you. We can share the experience! I want to know more. Like you were straight as fuck as a dude, but you started getting fucked like crazy as Claire.”

Nick was getting more comfortable, “I don’t know. I didn’t feel anything between us at first but he just always wanted to be with me. It was like someone came out of nowhere; listening to me talk about anything, showering me with affection, and touching...”

“God, he doesn’t even know… but does he think you’re a little different?”

Claire’s boyfriend did comment on her new behavior. Sexier, cuter, wetter – it seemed like he was doing a pretty good job as Claire but Nick didn’t want to talk about it.

He quickly cut me off, “Listen... we can talk about this later… Damien… is already heading to the party. Is that your costume?”

I was immediately distracted, “Yep! And this… is a magic skull – literally.”

“And what does that thing do?” Nick said, crossing his arms.

“A secret! An experiment!”