Events degenerate

-Here, I prepared some tea. It will do you good.-.

You sit next to Cindy on the sofa and place a cup on the coffee table, holding the other one in your hand. You peek at her apprehensively, from the bandages around her knees up to her bowed face, which she keeps hidden by her falling mane. After you've removed the splinters she fell back in her catatonic state and hasn't yet uttered a word. She seems broken, her very deep soul shattered into pieces. You feel the impulse to hug her tightly, maybe for the first time since you are in Tina's body without any erotic intent. She reminds you of Heather after you kissed her that day, but you suspect she's even in a worse state.

-Kim doesn't answer the phone, but I'm sure she'll call back as soon as she notices. Do you feel like telling me what happened? Why were you hurt?-.

She doesn't reply, and your concern can only increase further. You take a sip, and she finally opens her mouth. She begins to speak, slowly, telling you an incredible story that makes you immediately pose the cup and shift your body completely towards her, in absolute attention.

The tea ends up cooling on the table.

---

You're scrolling the phonebook, absent-mindedly reading the same names over and over before moving your thumb. You honestly catch only some of them, none you really feel like you want to meet right now. Bella Sutherland, Emily Allen, Jake Johnson, Liz Patton. You're not even sure you want to call someone, after all you're sitting there, on a park bench, because you wanted to be alone. And if in the park there's always the chance of meeting someone annoyingly talkative, it looks like the dark cloud over your head is keeping everyone away.

Who knows, maybe you're just hoping for some epiphany, or maybe you're just waiting for the battery run out so as to be able to do something else. In the meantime, your mind is running through again the events of the last week that have brought you there.

It all began Sunday morning. Out of nothing, what was supposed to be another normal day has been turned upside down when your mom and sisters decided to have sex with you on the couch, fulfilling your most secret and reprehensible fantasy and even parading that they always knew, that they always wanted to do it too. You should have been happy about that, damn, indeed you were! But, nonetheless, from that moment on you had the feeling that there was something out of place, something deeply wrong, as if a horrendous crime was happening before your eyes.

At first, you thought it was the **** shock. After all, you lost your virginity to your family members, regardless of whether you wanted to or not. To use a euphemism, it's not something that one person is expected to do normally, right? But within some days you have elaborated that: now if you think of your sisters or your mom, you immediately think of them as hot women before as relatives, and you're immediately turned on. So, it's not that; it must be something else.

Their behavior. Yes. The fact that your only interactions with them where you felt that something sincere was happening were through sex, that is the eternal orgy that has always been your dream; as if they had shared with you that same objective all along, and so they were in your same tune, but they were always hiding something from you every other time. And all the oddities...

-Ehm, excuse me.-.

You lift your eyes. In front of you, there's a guy of your age, skinny and a bit hunched, who you don't recognize. He has a doubtful look on his face and he's holding a doggie on a leash.

-Are you Tina's brother perhaps? Tina Harris?-.

You frown. Who is he? A schoolmate maybe? And why, when he pronounced your sister's name, he had such an expectant intonation?

-She's my little sister. Why?-.

-Uhm, yes, sorry, actually I wanted to ask you a favor. See last time I gave her my old cell number and... I've been so goofy, can you believe it? Ahah!- He nervously chuckles: in the meantime, his dog is buzzing around like a pesky bee.

-So yeah, maybe she tried to call me and...-.

-Do you like her?- You grunch.

He pauses, his cheeks taking on the color of a tulip.

-Ehm, uhh...-.

-And do you think she likes you?-.

-I... well...-.

You look him up and down. You feel an unpleasant sensation boiling in your stomach, and your throat dries as you continue.

-Has she blown you?-.

-W-What?-.

-Had sex with you? Wanked you? Kissed you, at least?-.

-No! No, I swear, she didn't...!- He shakes his hands in panic. Doing so, the lash slips from his clench, and the dog runs away. He swiftly spins around, but stops at your next words.

-Then she doesn't like you.-.

You see confusion, dread, and finally pain in his eyes. Then he follows his "Sparky" and disappears from your sight. Although it does not decrease, you begin to discern better the huff you were feeling. Not the protective jealousy of an older brother toward his sister, the one that he had feared a moment ago; but the possessive instinct of a man toward his own lover.

You're fuming inside. What had got into his head? How did he, a stranger, come up with such absurd ideas? She's yours, they're only yours, and that's it. Nothing can change it.

"Nothing has to change it. I just need to accept that.".

"Yes... that's the truth. I don't care what happened or if it's wrong. I want them. I love them.".

You stand up, swollen with a rush of pride and euphoria that is tingling all along your skin. Enough with this self-pity, enough with this place. There's someone you want to see now.

---

You keep your eyes down as you get to the point where you knocked on her door. Tina, your once little sister, has a bewildered expression on her face. She's mute, and you'd die to hear her lovely voice once again.

You miss her. You miss having a sister. The only person you have now, you think tightening your shoulders, is yourself. You're just an extraneous now in this house, an intruder. Worthless, nagging. That's quite ironic: when you took over Cindy you thought that you could help her, that you could make her life better! ...Instead, instead you made it even worse. Maybe you deserved it. Maybe it's your punishment for the person you are.

You shouldn't have come here, you had no right.

-I... I don't know what to say...- Comes Tina's mild murmur.

-I'm sorry.- You mutter, or maybe you're just thinking it: -I'm going now.-.

-Ok, that's settled then!- Tina states getting up. You raise your face confused. Her tone lacks disappointment, delusion, or anger; instead, there's only resolution and grit.

-Come on Cindy! Let's talk with this nutty girl!-.

-W-What? You want t-to help me?-.

-Uh? Sure!- She answers with a puzzled face.

-But...- You get up too, though you feel your legs weak as melting butter.

-Why? I don't... I thought...-.

-What do you mean, "why"?- She slightly tilts her cute head, her blonde hair dipping on the side of the neck.

-Why wouldn't I? Cindy, we are a family, we help each other.-.

You flinch at those words, feeling a mix of hope and discomfort coming from the bottom of your heart. It's your fault, only your fault if you're here, and she owes you nothing. Yet, yet...

A pleasant smile is etched on her face.

-Even if you're not Kim anymore, I'm still your sister. And I'll always be, ok?- She caresses your cheek, which you feel burning in guilty at her touch.

-B-But... I just... I'm only...-.

-We will fix this, I promise. We're going to have a nice talk with this Charity and have your friend released, and then we're going back here with your Maria in the back seat. Trust me.-.

Trust me.

You want to trust her. You want, you want, you really want it. You brush her arm as she lowers her hand which peacefully rests on your side. It's so soft. So warm.

-But... I messed all up...-.

-Cindy, you were trying to do something very sweet. You couldn't know.-.

-We...- Your digits grasp her forearm, but they are shivering so much that you can barely hold the clench.

-We are still... a family?-.

-Of course we are!- She giggles sweetly: -And I'm so happy that you've become one of us! It's like I have a new big sister!-.

"A new... big sister... me?".

Your fingers slide along her wrist and intertwine hers in a gentle squeeze.

-Besides... I kinda did the same to Heather.- She confesses sticking out her tongue.

What? Heather? Heather is...?

-You know, you two are similar. That's also why I want to help you. So... will you let me?-.

You look at her eyes, pert yet lovely too, not pitiful or disgusted as you had expected instead. It's like she believes that, that you deserve it, that together you can really fix it.

-I... I will.-.

-Perfect! Give me your keys, I'll drive.-.

You stretch your hand to comply, but then you pause.

-Wait, you don't have a license!-.

Tina flashes a perky grin.

-Well, Tina Harris may not, but...- Her appearance shifts quickly, her hair turning from blonde to light brown and her body mass readjusting slightly. You gasp at the very familiar sight now developing before you, the one of a cute young girl with a striped gray top and ripped jeans shorts.

-...Cindy Hope surely does!-.

---

You're walking briskly like a train, a grumpy aura pervading around you. The only contact with the world around is your occasional glimpse to the navigator on your phone, and even if you'd struggle you couldn't remember anything before the corner you just turned.

You're again flooded by a chaotic ravage of your recent memories, quickly converging into those of highest passion and intensity that derail in racy fantasies. You're standing once again in the dining room surrounded by Mom and Tina while Kim is engulfing your cock, and you picture yourself grabbing her head and pushing it all inside until she produces gurgling sounds; you're having sex with Cindy again, and this time you don't even try to reason but you embrace your rage and fuck her hard on the spot, while the place randomly shifts from her room to Kim's; you're kissing Mom in her bedroom, on the sofa, in the kitchen, and then you're shagging Helen, Jeremy's mom, just for him to see, to assist to his mother moaning like a whore while you're impaling her from behind. You feel like a drunk strolling around. There are so many things you want to do.

You're looking up from the map when your eyes casually lay on a car crash on the other side of the road. The sight is enough to divert your attention for some seconds. The hood is deformed against the light pole and the windscreen is almost destroyed. Plus, some hispanic woman is screaming incomprehensible mumbles at two cops (one you remember having answered the night of Kim's car vandalization) who are trying in vain to calm her down. She seems extremely in distress, but she speaks too fast and your Spanish is too rusty. You hope she doesn't have a head injury or something.

-¡El demonio! Ese era el demonio!!!- You catch after she's screamed that twice.

-Calm down Miss, an ambulance is coming!-.

-¡Usted no entiende! Madre de Dios el diablo está entre nosotros!!!-.

You're starting to feel real discomfort at looking at that crazy woman. She must be some delusional fanatic, maybe she is the actual drunk here. Whatever, you shrug your shoulders and leave this behind you.

Your visions catch up soon, but this time they don't bring lust with them. Melissa's voice is raving something about Tina; Jeremy is staring in fear and rage at your mother from the cleft; Will is in the University bathroom with you; and then, there is your console with a game already in the slot; your father's absent expression for the entire week; and those knowingly glances between them, which you don't understand. What are they hiding? You feel that it's linked to that sensation you sense when you're with them, some sort of tingling synchrony, the one that you felt at the **** power when you imagined being inside Kim's body while you were shagging her. A cold chill of something grandiose and terrible for which you are the only responsible, something that haunts you like a ghost, like a slimy presence, a forbidden secret, an unforgivable sin which you're committing...

"Urgh! No!!!" You squeeze your eyes and clench your fists: "No!".

"No! It's not true! This is my dream! My dream!".

Your sisters and your mother have kneeled in front of you, lustful desire in their eyes, and they start to suck and lick at your penis.

"My dream...".

You reopen your eyes and speed up. Finally, you reach the house, you open the gate and walk to the door. You find it opened, and so you peer in.

You turn white in an instant.

---

Leaned on the backseat, you look melancholically at the girl with your likeness in the driver's seat who is bustling with your car with a habitual naturalness, despite technically having never driven before. Every movement of her, even the simple shifting of her hand from the gear to the wheel, is accomplished with such cheerfulness and easiness that you've never seen on your face, nor the old Cindy before you.

-Left, you said, yeah?- She checks at you through the rearview mirror. You nod and she turns coherently.

"She's so happy. So carefree. She can even access my knowledge. She wouldn't have loose Maria like I did. She would be a better me...".

-Thank God we're almost there!- She chuckles with your voice: -These girls down there are sooooo demanding, if you know what I mean, ihih!-.

You feel yourself blushing at that unexpected revelation. A thrill creeps in between your legs and pinches your nipples, knowing exactly what she's intending.

-I... uh...-.

-Hey, would you mind if I, you know... you remember Mom's rules? About permission... so if when I want to do, eh stuff, can I use your form?-.

-W-What?-.

Alarm paints on "your" face while Tina moves her frenzied eyes between you and the road. Contrary to a minute ago, she's making you seem so goofy and childish that it's almost cute.

-Sorry, sorry, worst-timing-ever. We need to be focused on your friend! Silly Tina, silly Tina!- She slaps her face repeatedly.

-I'm sorry, turning into someone else always gets me high and I'm often inopportune and so...-.

-Do you... do you like my body?- You incredulously ask.

-Yeah!- She answers with a dumb grin on "your" face, before retracting it and regaining some attitude.

-In the good sense! I mean, I respect your privacy and if you're not comfortable, well, that's nooooot a problem at all. Oh shit, maybe I should have asked before turning into you right? You got it bad? Oh no you're crying!-.

You wake up from that chant of words and wipe out a tear forming in your eye. You stare dumbfounded at your now humid finger.

-Fuck, look, I didn't mean to offend you, I've been reckless and...-.

-That's ok.- You calm her down, a strange sense of the comfort lifting from your heart.

-That's ok, really. I appreciated it. You haven't offended me.-.

-Phew! What a relief! You get some crazy hormone hits huh? Hey, isn't this the house?-.

Your heart skips a beat as she slows down in front of the porch. The first time you laid your eyes on this small terraced house, only yesterday, you did it with trepidation and hope. When you left it, you were confused but celebrating. Now, your heart is full solely of fear and regret. If there wasn't Tina with you right now, you wouldn't even be able to stand up.

Instead, you dismount from your car and stand next to your companion in the inspection of the yellow facade, almost expecting it to contract like a human visage and attack you. There's a horror movie about that. But it just stays impassible, looking back at you with its windows wadded by the curtains inside.

-Shall we go?- Proposes Tina, having reassumed your sister's form. Noting your uncertainty, she puts her hand on your shoulder. Good, because you were already hyperventilating and going to explode from a moment to the other.

-Don't be afraid. I'm here with you.-.

Holding back tears, you take courage and ring the bell. You have a sense of deja vu when no one else but Charity (or, to better say it, Charity's body with you inside) opens the door, and words clot in your throat.

-Uh... hi, what a surprise!- She exclaims, moving her gaze between you two.

-You're Charity, right?- Tina asks: -I mean, not the real... well, it's a weird situation but...-.

-Sorry, I'm really busy right now.- She acts to close the door but, before you can react, her body convulses and she squeezes her grip on the doorframe, halting the motion.

-Ah... ahem, p-please, come in.- She resumes in a distressed expression with the mere facade of a smile, opening completely and stepping back. You and Tina exchange a perplexed glance before going in.

-Listen, we wanted to talk with...-.

-Yes! Erm, follow me!- She interrupts her again, marching toward her room without giving you any other explanation.

-What's going on?- Tina whispers. You really have no clues, thus you try to contact Charity telepathically like you somehow did yesterday.

"What's happening? Where is... where is she?".

"I'm sorry, I tried to... everything is fine, just be quick and then get out.".

Even if it's a mental dialogue, you can get the frightened inflection in her tone and her vain attempt to conceal it. If you had bad feelings about this, now you're starting to get really scared. You find yourself unable to take a step, you know in your guts that the house is going to collapse upon you as soon as you leave the door. As you roam your eyes around, walls are shaking like during an earthquake, lights are flashing in a nauseous yellow, and air is fleeing out of your lungs not to come back.

Y-Your therapist had talked to you about these crises, how to deal with them. Your therapist, the one you've **** to cheat on his wife, the one you turned into a ****, another of the many lives you've ruined with your existence.

"No!!! No, I must... I must think to Maria. I have to save her!".

The house stops flickering and you eventually follow Charity who, peeking in her room, is stammering: -W-We have guests.-, and then you hear a voice answering back something you don't discern. But there is something strange, misplaced in that voice, something definitely wrong in it, but you can't figure it out until you too look in. And you immediately understand that your efforts will be vain.