Stick Them in Natalie

Taking both shot glasses to the seated figure, Aaron pushed her slumped shoulders back and dropped the peach soul onto her exposed breasts. The soul sank in quickly, and Aaron watched his sister's form, waiting for it to react.

Much like the last time, it was a long moment before before Natalie's head turned slowly towards him and blinked.

Aaron chuckled, poking and prodding his sister's vacuously staring face. If the peach felt any discomfort, it wasn't able to show it.

Once again, Aaron took his time playing with his sister's body: Poking here and stroking there, looking for all the places that caused it to twitch involuntarily. This time he already had an idea of what her weak spots were, and it wasn't long before Natalie's body was panting and sweaty, her face showing a mix of confusion and longing. When Aaron pressed his stolen lips to his sister's, the peach spirit controlling her was only able to murmur into the kiss, barely able to raise its head when he pulled away.

Her whimper of disappointment became a squeak of shock when he lowered his borrowed face to her crotch and licked her inner thigh. Natalie's whole body jumped every time, Aaron first darting his tongue out once every few seconds to let the tension build, then eliciting a continuous shudder as the peach experienced the sensation of having its pussy licked.

I'm eating a peach, he thought to himself with amusement.

Without the strength or control needed to move, Natalie's body could do nothing but twitch and moan as Aaron brought it to orgasm.

Aaron wiped the juice off his borrowed face and looked down at the panting figure of his sister. Reaching for the multitool, he detached his cock and pressed the base of it against her crotch. Natalie's eyes shot wide open and her body shuddered as the nerves and flesh burrowed into each other, fusing together.

In seconds, his dick was throbbing and erect, sticking out from above his sister's pussy, and just the act of tracing a finger from the base to the tip was enough to elicit a bead of precum.

He would have liked to tease her for a bit longer, but he also felt like maybe he should be getting a bit of this pleasure too. Retrieving the second glass, Aaron poured the potato soul onto Natalie as well, and her body shuddered as the more animated spirit took control.

Aaron watched as her eyes fluttered, looking around the room before focusing on Aaron. A faint smile overtook her face and she reached out with both arms, overbalancing and falling off the couch. Aaron suppressed a laugh, wondering whether the fall would cause the potato spirit any distress, but his sister's body lifted itself off the carpet and began crawling awkwardly towards him, his dick bobbing from between its legs.

The sight of his sister fawning towards him like a literal bitch was too good to waste, and Aaron spent the next few minutes recording Natalie on his phone, waddling backwards in a squat to keep his distance from her. Eventually the smile on his sister's face faded as she became frustrated at being unable to reach him, and she began to plaintively cry out to him.

I wonder how she knows it's me, he wondered idly, putting the phone down and letting her catch up.

Potatalie reached him with a whimper of joy, nuzzling into his chest and pushing him back onto his ass. Aaron was puzzling over what she wanted when she leant down and latched her lips onto his left nipple, suckling like a baby.

Aaron's borrowed body jumped at the sensation, and looking down at the peaceful face of his sister at his breast sent a warmth spreading down to his stolen pussy. He stroked Potatalie's head with one hand, eventually laying back on the carpet so he could stroke his free breast with the other.

He lay like that for some time: Eyes closed, head back, just luxuriating in the sensation of being suckled until he felt something hard bump against his thigh. Opening his eyes, he saw Potatalie rocking back and forth against him, lips still sucking but body also trying to find release. Aaron took her head in both hands, pulling her away from his breast with a pop. Her initial moan of disappointment was muffled by his kiss, and soon her tongue was wriggling around in his mouth as he pulled her closer.

With his other hand, he guided the dick she wore into his stolen pussy, feeling its practiced muscles massage its length and suck it in deeper. Potatalie - still a stranger to self-control - shoved herself in to the hilt and began cumming almost immediately.