You still can't believe it, but you see the camera sitting on the lawn. That'll confirm it!

It doesn't take much thought to realize that the dream might not have been a dream, but other than the locksmith and your sister naked and freshly fucked on a trampoline, there's no real proof... Okay, you might be a bit in denial, but this sort of this only happens in books, tv, movies, games...

Popping your head back over the fence you stare at your sister, feeling an unfamiliar twitching in your pants. God, you've never lusted after your sister. You've hated her, never liked her, but knowing her was always enough to kill any kind of lustful thoughts you'd have had over a girl that looked as hot as she does. Now it's like someone disconnected the 'sister' association.

"Fuck, I'm a perv," you whisper, wrenching your eyes away from her body and spotting something that will definitely prove things once and for all. "The camera!"

Heaving your unathletic form over the fence with some difficulty you crash to the ground in a heap, rubbing your ankle as you stand up, limping a little on the way to the camera, warily eying it, not really wanting to be caught on tape at the scene. Speaking of being caught at the scene, you remember your neighbors and look around wildly, as if they might charge from their house like the Scots in Braveheart to draw and quarter you (or are you getting a little mixed up?).

All is silent, and you look around at the houses around you, looking for people hanging out the windows. Naturally you see nothing, and berate yourself for your paranoia, but you still use the cover of the trampoline to make your way over to the camera, thankful that it seems to have been dropped lens down.

"Let's see what you've caught," you murmer, and look at the controls. You're not too familiar with cameras for the same reason you're not too familiar with cell phones - your parents are blatant favoritists (if that's even a word) and dote on the perfect Sue, while leaving you to fend for yourself.

What the hell did you ever do to them to make them neglect you like this? Was it you snarling at them to leave you alone when they came to tell you dinner was ready? Was it you growling at them to go away and let you sleep when they came to wake you up in the morning? Was it you ignoring them when they said good night? Or were they maybe vengeful because you always forgot mother's and father's day and couldn't say what their birthdays are? For that matter, when's their damn anniversary, and how many years have they been together? The fuck if you know. Or care, really.

"Rewind, there you are..." you mutter, and see the time stamp moving backwards. It moves scarcely five minutes before the darkness of the grass is replaced by the sight of Calvin clutching his dick and Brian rushing forward. You... er, Sue... are there beside him, flopping backward with your back arched and a look of, well, you suppose that's ecstacy. It's kind of a mixed look, and judging by her swollen pussy lips you can guess why. Still, it was an awesome orgasm to make you... er, her... pass out like that.

The question now is, what do you do about this tape? About the **** Sue? When she passed out and you woke up you were you. But what about before? How long were you asleep? Did you fall asleep just before she woke up?

You blink, wondering if that might be the key. You fall asleep, she wakes, your consciousness goes into her.

It's a hairballed idea, but it gets you all excited, and you try to figure out how you might be able to take advantage of it. Or when. Now? Or maybe wait until Sue's recovered? Or should you get her back to her bed first? Dammit, choices choices. You want that beautiful body again! Not that you're gay or a trans-whatever, of course....