Tables Turned

“Go on, try it,” Jarred taunted, his voice dripping with mockery as he sauntered toward the classroom door, Lucy’s hips swaying provocatively. His hands trailed down her bare sides, fingers brushing against her curves, and he shot Nevyn a daring grin. “What’s stopping me from running out there like this? Naked? Everyone’ll see your sister like this, Nevyn. Imagine the scandal.”

Nevyn’s ghostly form flickered with anger, his jaw tightening as he floated closer. “You think I’m gonna let you humiliate her like that? I’ll just possess her body again, and you’ll be the one ejected.”

Jarred smirked, turning fully to face him. Lucy’s lips curled into a sly, knowing smile. “Oh, really? Let’s find out.” With that, he spun on his heel and bolted for the door, Lucy’s bare feet slapping against the tiled floor. Her breasts bounced wildly with every step, her ass jiggling as she ran. The sight was almost enough to make Nevyn falter—almost.

“Jarred!” Nevyn roared, launching himself forward as a ghostly blur. He shot across the room, aiming to intercept Jarred before he could reach the door. But Jarred was quick. He dodged to the side, his laughter ringing out as Lucy’s body moved with an almost practiced grace. Nevyn missed, his ghostly form passing through the air where Jarred had been just moments before.

“Missed me!” Jarred sang, his voice playful as he darted around the room. He hopped over a chair, Lucy’s breasts jiggling with the motion, and landed on the other side. “Come on, Nevyn. You’re supposed to be the smart one. Can’t catch me?”

Nevyn growled, his frustration boiling over. “You’re not getting away with this!” He lunged again, this time with more precision, but Jarred was ready. He sidestepped, his movements fluid and almost teasing. The way Lucy’s body moved—every jiggle, every bounce—was as infuriating as it was captivating.

“You’re really bad at this,” Jarred taunted, his voice laced with amusement. He turned, running in a wide arc around the room, his laughter echoing off the walls. Nevyn could feel the heat rising in him—anger, yes, but something else too. The way Lucy’s body moved under Jarred’s control was distracting, and he hated himself for it.

But Nevyn wasn’t giving up. He couldn’t. This was his sister—his flesh and blood—and Jarred was using her like some kind of sick toy. He launched himself forward one last time, his ghostly form surging with determination. This time, he didn’t miss.

Nevyn collided with Lucy’s body, his consciousness merging with Jarred’s in a chaotic rush. Their minds clashed, fighting for control, but Nevyn had the upper hand. He focused all his willpower on overpowering Jarred, and with a final, **** push, he succeeded. Jarred’s consciousness was ejected, Lucy’s body trembling as Nevyn took full control.

But something was wrong. Lucy’s body was on fire, her arousal overwhelming. Nevyn’s eyes widened as he realized what Jarred had been doing—he’d been teasing her body, keeping it on the edge the entire time.

“No…” Nevyn whispered, his voice trembling. But it was too late. His body—Lucy’s body—was too far gone. His hands moved almost instinctively, slipping between her thighs, and he hated himself for it. He hated the way her body responded, the way she trembled and gasped as he touched her. He hated the way it felt, how good it was, how wrong it was.

But he couldn’t stop. His fingers moved furiously, his breath hitching as he brought her to the edge. “Its so good but it's wrong. I’m sorry, Lucy,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry…I'm gonna-”

And then she came, her body convulsing with pleasure as he pushed her over the edge. The **** of it ejected Jarred completely, his ghostly form crashing into a nearby table and solidifying back into his physical body. He slumped ****, the impact knocking him out cold.

Nevyn panted, his—her—body trembling as the waves of pleasure subsided. He looked down at himself, at Lucy’s body, and felt a wave of nausea. What have I done? he thought, his mind racing. I just… I just made my sister…cum... and it was good? Yes~ It's good~ Wait what am I thinking?

He couldn’t finish the thought. His hands shook as he pushed himself up, his legs wobbly. He stumbled over to where Jarred lay, his **** form sprawled across the table. Nevyn stared down at him, his jaw tight with anger and disgust.

“We’re tied,” Nevyn said, his voice low and dangerous. “This isn’t over. We’ll finish this somewhere else. Later.”

He turned away, his hands trembling as he grabbed Lucy’s discarded clothes. He dressed her quickly, his movements jerky and fumbling. Once she was covered, he went out of the classroom.

The hallway was silent, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Nevyn’s mind raced as he made his way to the locker room, her body just so good, how can I never tried it before? That's wrong Nevyn, that's your sister!! But it's better than Lila, he thought, his stomach churning.

He pushed open the locker room door, the scent of sweat and chlorine hitting him like a wall. His eyes landed on Rachel, his girlfriend, lying on the floor with only her pants on. The sight made him a bit horny, looking at her perked nipples. Jarred possessed her too, he realized, his jaw tightening. He was in her body, and he…masturbate in her. He got his girlfriend's first orgasm.

Nevyn gritted. It was supposed to be him, not Jarred. He walked over to Rachel. He knelt beside her, his hands shaking as he adjusted her position so she was sitting up. “Rachel,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Jarred will regret after this.”

Leaving her there, he stood and went into the shower room after stripping her naked. The cold tiles felt like ice under his feet as her body enter carefully, turning on the water. The spray hissed to life, and he stepped back, his chest heaving.

For now, he focused on cleaning Lucy’s body, his movements careful and deliberate. The water ran down her skin, washing away the remnants of what had just happened. Nevyn’s mind raced, his thoughts a tangled mess of guilt, anger, and shame. And a bit horny?