A return visit the next day

Lisa's POV

Lisa's legs moved in a rhythm as she jogged through the neighborhood on a sunny morning. The morning breeze swept through her body and cooled down her sweaty skin. She inhaled another breath of fresh air before exhaling them in a controlled manner. She had already done this countless of times before. Everything to this jog was daily routine to her except for two things, the thoughts clouding her mind and the route she was taking.

Lisa found it hard to focus on her jog despite all of her attempts to do so. Her mind just kept racing, trying to figure out what had happened last night. She had just finished calling her friend who was on a trip to Thailand for summer vacation. She then got jealous because she too wanted to go have fun in some tropical beaches. But alas, Lisa had to wait for her mom to come back from her business trip out of town before she could plan anything for summer vacation. Feeling down, she tried cheering herself up by searching up beaches and imagining herself on a trip. But everything after that was blurry.

The next thing she remembered was pleasuring herself on her bed. It felt incredible. She had never pleasured her body to that level before. However, she didn't really feel like she was in control. Her body moved on its own as if she was just in a dream. But it couldn't have been one, since she then woke up naked in the exact same position as the one in the supposed 'dream' she recalled. Plus, if the wet stain on her bed and the messy bedsheets were any indications, then her little naughty session was definitely real. But the main problem was, she didn't recall how, when, nor why she did it in the first place.

Was she drunk? Did she do ****? Did she have mental disorders? Had she just gone insane?

Plenty of scary questions popped up on her head, but before she could explore any of them, a voice called out from behind her. A really annoying voice, she might add.

"Hey there, cutie. Nice outfit you got there. Really digging the tight leggings. Oh, and the tank top too.", a masculine figure said before jogging up next to her and matching her pace. Lisa groaned internally in annoyance at her bad luck. It was Mark. She had specifically chosen a different route from her usual one to avoid running into him again, but he somehow still found a way to track her down.

Being too lazy to deal with the bully, Lisa just put on a poker face and ignored him, preferring to just continue her jog. Mark rambled on and on to Lisa with his cheesy pick up lines that just goes in one ear and out the other. Seriously, if he had wanted to bother Lisa, he should've at least practiced a little and made it somewhat enjoyable for her, she thought.

"So? Where are we gonna go next? Wanna go to the mall? A cafe? Or... maybe you wanna go to my place and show me some of these?", Mark said lecherously as his hands moved towards Lisa's ass. Lisa could sense what was coming and instantly extended one of her feet to the side to trip Mark. Mark didn't notice it and quickly lost his balance, falling face first into the concrete side walk with a groan.

Lisa quickly jogged off out of the scene as she could hear Mark curse under his breath. She hoped that he would finally get the message and stopped following her, but that was way too optimistic. Surprisingly though, after jogging a couple of distances away, she couldn't feel Mark following her anymore. Well that was relieving, she thought. Maybe he did learn how to give up after all? If only he could back off from John next. He needed to learn that no one is allowed to mess with her little brother. No one except for her, at least.

The rest of the jog went on peacefully. Lisa had completely forgotten about the scary thoughts she had after the encounter with Mark. She eventually got back to her house, quickly making her way inside and taking off her shoes. Her throat was parched, pleading for any drop of water. But before she could quench her thirst, her mind went blank...

Mark's POV

Mark opened his eyes to a view of the Doe family's kitchen. He had managed to possess Lisa's body again and he was intent on getting back at her for earlier. He glanced around to make sure no one was around before moving his gaze downwards. As his lips curled into a silent smirk, he quickly cupped his stolen chest and played with it for a while, enjoying the soft sensation through the fabrics covering it.

Mark pulled down on the tank top Lisa's body was wearing and snickered. "Hm, what a cute bra.", he hummed pleasantly as he commented on the pink sports bra with his stolen voice, though a little raspy. Noticing an itchy sensation in his throat, Mark gulped down his saliva to lubricate it before clearing his throat, letting out Lisa's beautiful voice clearly. "Ahem. Now let's see what's hiding under this...", Mark muttered quietly.

He pulled the bra up together with the tank top, having them rest on top of the now freed breasts, effectively stripping Lisa's torso half-naked. "Aww... I missed you guys.", He cooed in adoration at the sight of the raw breasts as he rubbed them with his stolen hands. He could feel the wet sensation of sweat on his skin from Lisa's jog earlier. He could also smell the aroma coming from Lisa's body. He had already taken a good sniff of it last night, but this one was different. While the one from last night was mixed with her perfume, this one was more raw. "sniff sniff Ahh... Your sweaty body smells so good, Lisa.", he giggled with a wide, perverted grin.

Mark then started sucking on both of the breasts as he pulled them up towards his mouth. His tongue teased both of the nipples, taking in their rich, sweaty taste. He sucked greedily as both of the breasts were pressed together against his mouth. "Haah... Ah...", he sighed softly at the pleasure rushing to his brain.

Mark now wanted to do something he hadn't done last night, a sense of exploration filling him up. Working up a little courage, he bit down gently on one of the nipples. "Hngh~!", he groaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He started grinding his teeth slowly against the nipples, teasing it with just enough pain so as to not hurt him too much. "Ugh... Aah...", his soft moans echoed loudly through the room as a streak of tears ran down his cheeks.

Mark started alternating between each nipples, giving each a chance to taste pain and pleasure. A tingling sensation ran through his spine as he continued on. He knew that if someone was in the house, they would definitely be able to hear him. It turned him on even more knowing that fact.

Right on cue, he could hear the sound of a door opening. It seemed like it came from upstairs. A voice of a teenage boy called out. "Lisa, is that you? What're you doing down there?", the voice called out curiously. Mark jumped slightly as he heard the sound. He knew this voice very well. It was John's, his number one bullying target. One of the main reasons he had possessed Lisa was because John had humiliated him and Mark wanted to get back at him for that.

Normally, Mark would feel upset that his fun times had been interrupted. This time, however, a sinister idea popped up in his head. Who said he couldn't have fun with this body and mess with John at the same time? Though it did come at the risk of blowing his covers. But when he thought about it again, it might not be so bad after all. Still, he had to decide quickly what to do as he could hear footsteps coming down the stairs...