Packed in a Peach

"Well, right now it doesn't," Aaron said with a grin. "But not for long."

Grabbing the glass with Sasha's soul in it, he began to tip it over the soulless fruit. Despite trying to escape just a moment ago, the soul now desperately struggled to stay inside the glass.

Sasha watched with malicious glee as the soul reached the rim and fell, her expression only changing when she felt something odd shift inside her.

"Wuh-?"

Aaron was quick enough to catch his girlfriend's vacant body as it tipped to one side, the question dying on her lips. It wasn't easy carrying her to the couch, but he wasn't about to leave her body out cold on floor - it would be really uncomfortable to switch into a body that had been napping on kitchen tiles.

He took a moment to catch his breath: Both Sasha and his sister's body were sticky with sweat among other things. She looked really pretty lying there, as though she were asleep, her chest rising and falling gently as she breathed. It was a shame that she'd turned out to be just as evil a bitch as his sister, but at least that meant he could do whatever he wanted to her without any sense of guilt.