Emily

Aaron felt his soul trying to flow into the body it had been attached to, but found himself rebuffed by a wall of panicked resistance: The body he’d been attached to already had a soul! He found himself simultaneously frustrated at not being back in his own body and aroused at the thought of forcing his way into this new flesh, stealing it for himself. Even without being able to assert control, he felt senses being fed into him, much as he imagined the old Natalie must have felt before being replaced.

He could feel ‘his’ arms held together above ‘his’ head, while the pressure on ‘his’ legs meant that the frantic struggles were entirely in vain. He could feel the thundering heartbeat, the straining lungs and the vibration of a muffled voice straining to be heard through lips sealed by a firm hand. Finally, Natalie’s face swam into view wearing a look of intense concentration as she kept Emily pinned to the ground.

Aaron could see Natalie’s lips moving, and as fragments of stolen sound filtered down through Emily’s ears, he could make out the words coming from between Natalie’s legs.

“Come on, baby. Come on, I know you can do it. Take her. Take all of her.”

Aaron thrilled at the realisation that Natalie wanted him to possess his youngest sister, and Emily must have sensed his arousal because her struggles took on renewed urgency. Aaron tried again and again to **** her consciousness out of her body, but her state of animal panic made it impossible.

Without any other way to ask for help, Aaron communicated with Natalie in the only way he could, watching through Emily’s eyes as he stole from her body the blood he needed to stand erect between her teenage thighs.