Timeskip of some weeks

BIRP BIRP BIRP

-Mmm...- You turn off the alarm button with a slap. You roll over in bed a couple of times, and then stretch yourself, yawning. It's refreshing to feel your slim bones tense after a full night's rest and your perky nipples brushing on your nightgown. You click your mouth a couple of times, scratching through the mass of disheveled brunette hair on your head.

-Shower.- You murmur. You get up and, barefoot on the cold floor, move your limbs to the bathroom in the corridor. However the door is locked, and you almost slip on a cylindric object, laying next to it. You collect it and sigh.

-Tina, hurry up!- You bark knocking. A few seconds later your younger sister opens the door, her body wrapped in her comfy bathrobe.

-Hi sexy. The bathroom is free now.- She moves to go away, but you stop her with your arm.

-I think this is yours.-.

-Mr. Howly!- She exclaims hugging it. Oh God, she's still using that stupid name. Howly, howl... yeah.

-Thank you 'sis, you're an angel!- She gives you a peck on your cheek and cheerfully hops away.

-I hope you've cleaned this time!- You yell at her, spitting a groan for her indifference. You finally step inside to take your deserved shower. Needless to say, you got to clean, again, the slime and cum she has left in the cubicle.

Stupid slut, you always have to do her job. At least, hot water washes away your bad mood, and when you're out you feel much more refreshed and renewed. You then move to the kitchen to have breakfast, the rest of your family being already here. Curiously, since your father is already out, it's the same scene of that morning: Mom at the stove, Tom with his cellphone, and Tina grinning like the dull cow she is. However, you couldn't feel more different from the girl back then, and you take your place without any hesitation.

-Here you go folks.- Your mother serves your plates, milk and waffles. You would have preferred some tea, but never mind. You eat your meal while your family discusses uninteresting matters, then you take out your cell phone and take a selfie.

"Hi guysss! Another boring Monday morning, but I'm still going on! ❤️❤️❤️"

Then you post a previously taken photo of the meal, one in which your stunning body occupies the greater part.

"Don't you think that waffles are just pancakes with abs?".

Satisfied, you get up and circle around the table, avoiding your brother sprawled in the chair and your sister that, from under the table, is consuming her daily dose of proteins. Your mom, dressed in a full business suit, kisses you on the cheek and waves goodbye. Ten minutes later, you're driving out the front yard, heading to high school first. With the rearview mirror, you catch Tina's hand making its way towards Tom's crotch.

-Hey! Not in my car!- You scold her.

-Sorry!- She quickly retreats and looks out the windows. Slut. When you've finally arrived, furthermore, she tricks you out of your car and gives you a treacherous hug.

-Kim, don't be alarmed, but what's this sign on the door?-.

-What? What sign, whe-uhh!!!-.

-I love you, big sis!- And then she runs away, shaking her toned legs like some slutty schoolgirl.

Finally, you're at Uni, where you immediately get rid of your brother and are welcomed by two of your bitches, a short girl with a round face and a taller, platinum blonde.

-Good morning Lucy, Krissy!-.

You greet each other with pecks on the cheeks.

-Hello Kim, how was your weekend?- Krissy asks with a strained, high-pitched voice.

-Oh, just the same boring stuff. Mom is obsessed with this family bonding thing and doesn't cut, literally, any slack.-.

-Well, my mom-

-Tell me later, Lu, I have to take a seat before some bitch gets any ideas.-.

You three move as one body, walking down the corridors until you hear yourself being called. You turn around and face the approaching girl with a bright, pretentious smile. while cringing inside.

-Yay, it's Cindy...- Krissy remarks tight-lipped.

-Oh no! She's so obnoxious!- Adds Lucy (her real name being actually "Lucille", but you don't like it so you never call her like that).

-Please kill me before-hello poppet! What a... lucky coincidence, we were just searching for you!-.

Smack smack, and then she answers to you.

-Hi girls. Uh, sorry for the delay, my boyfriend had problems with his car.-.

-Wait, didn't he buy a new one?- Lucy asks with melodramatic concern, knowing the answer well, and Krissy replies: -Silly Lucy, you're getting confused with James! It was, like, two boyfriends ago.-.

-Right!- She hits her forehead with her own palm: -It's been already four, nope, three days! Sorry Cinds, my bad.-.

-Yeah...- Cindy's pupils shift between the two with a certain discomfort, a discomfort you decide to ignore with your smirk.

-All right girls, we'll talk again later. See you after lessons.-.

You walk away, your smile immediately dissipates, and you fill the way to the classroom reasoning about which path you will take to avoid all of them. So, after five hours of pure agony, they sadly get notified that you really have to run back home, since your poor father had a car accident. What incident? Nothing serious probably: indeed, you predict he will be back on track already from tomorrow. But you can't leave him like this, can you?

You collect their sorrows, anxious emojis etcetera, then you lock them inside your phone and sneak away. Halfway you remember of your brother. You were supposed to bring him back. You open your phone again and start to type some text.

"Sorry, things happ"

SCREEEEEEE

A car coming from the right nails in front of you and you hit on the brakes, avoiding the collision just by a nose. You're still shocked, your heart beating to 100 per hour, when the conducent gets out of the car and starts yelling at you.

-Well, fuck you too old lady!- You reply after a few seconds. She suddenly stops, having heard your voice, and it's just now that you feel a known reverberation coming from her. Well, you don't give a shit. You step on the gas and get quickly away while you're still cursing her.

-Stupid hag, who the heck did she think she was? Didn't they teach her to check at crossroads? Such an imbecility, spawn of Tina no doubt! It's always her fault.-.

You remain in a bad mood all lunch, first avoiding your mother's question about where Tom was, and then not saying a word at the table. You notice that everyone is feeling awed by the electricity you're sparking. Good.

Once in your room, not at all in the state of mind to study, you listen to music with headphones while you're lying on the bed, hands crossed on your stomach and eyes closed. You focus on the slow, rhythmic motion of your womb swelling and deflating, barely moving your breasts too. Your long brown hair tickles your shoulders, not enough to bother you but just to make you relax a little. It all feels perfect. You feel perfect.

"Mh.".

You take a long breath and rummage under your bed, pulling out a purple dildo with a clitoral stimulator. Lowering your shorts and your panties, you start to gently rub it, slipping from song to song.

-Ah...-.

I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

-Mmm...-.

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

-Ah! Oh yes!-.

I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)

-Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha right there!-.

I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig

-AWW!!!~~~.

Your body convulses under the pressure of the orgasm, your mind catches one word every four. You calm down only when the song ends.

If you wanna be my lover BIP

-Fuck I needed this.- You groan. You then get out of the bed and finally sit at the desk. Time to, ah, study. The next hours are totally boring, interspersed for your absolute necessity by exchanging messages and browsing on social networks. When it's dinner time, you can say you're satisfied with your afternoon work, and you get ready to rejoin your family. You search for some clothes in the wardrobe, selecting a black tank top and a plaid skirt. You reapply your makeup again, from the eyeliner to the lip gloss, so as to have nothing out of place.

Of course, you could have used your powers to change your attire in one second. You grimace in disgust at the mere thought. Maybe Tina or Mom will settle for such a scram, but you know the value and thus the cost of beauty well: you can't allow it to be ridiculed by some red sticky phlegm.

Since it's your lucky day, while you're going down the stairs you cross the path with Tina, who halts in a gasp.

-Holy shit! You're hot sis!-.

-I know. You...- You look at her from head to toe. Undoubtedly, she has just finished some intense activity and has not deigned to settle down too much. Not that makeup could work miracles, but still.

-...it doesn't matter.-.

Right then the front door opens and your father's voice calls you. Tina lights up like a Christmas tree and runs down the stairs, shouting: "Daddy!!!" and leaving you speechless. Such behavior doesn't end there: on the contrary, during dinner, she sits next to him and leans her head on his shoulder with a dumb happy face.

-Daddy, I miss you so much when you're away!-.

-Uh... thanks sweetie.-.

"Is she crazy?" You think, even Tom is incredulous. Mom, by her side, just chuckle when she enters the room holding the supper.

-Tina, leave your poor father alone. You have to let him rest after his hard work.-.

-Sorry mom, you're right.-.

Your mother then fills your plates with soup. You pout. Of all tastes that you have changed since you are Kim, it is one of the few dishes you still hate. After that, while your parents are watching television and Tina is texting with her friends, or girlfriends, or whatever they are now, you go back to your place. You feel immensely tired after your hard day. Before lying down, however, you caress your shoulder with a grimace.

"No, that's not gonna work.".

You then go to your brother's room, finding him playing his videogames.

-Uh, oh, Kim! Why didn't you knock?-.

You roll your eyes and knock at the now open door. Tom looks at you curiously; once he would have reacted in a much more satisfying way. Too bad.

-Hey perv, come to my room now. And don't touch anything.- You move it along without specifying anything else, you already know that he will come.

In fact.

-Ok little bro, I want you to give me a massage.- You inform him, taking off your shirt and straightening up your messed-up hair. He's dumbfounded, but you still lie prone on the bed.

-Chop chop.- You urge him. He finally moves. His hands, initially uncertain, gradually acquire confidence, and you have to admit they're pretty good, your tense back loosens at his touch.

-So you're good for something...- You mumble, burying your face on the pillow and closing your eyes. Not to sleep, of course, not with him still here. Just to anticipate your future slumber with a bit of sweet oblivion.

And so, another day is gone.