Frankness is a virtue

Vinegar pinches your throat as you crunch leaves, savoring the bitter flavor of the well-poached salad. Mom waits for your gulp and addresses you by saying: -So, Kim, do you care to share with us what you did this morning?-.

You maintain a subtle smile on your face, in contrast with the nervousness of your sister. Behind that harmless question lies her attempt to test the waters with the more cryptic of you two, since she's surely sensing that you aren't anymore the girl she left before, but someone much more like her; this probably alerts her: even if there is no apparent reason you shouldn't be on the same side, she has suddenly lost her advantage over you, and it's enough to make her consider you a menace, if not a danger. If you were playing chess, it would an unexpected queen check.

-Well...- You pour water into the glass: -first, my sister convinced me to have sex with my mother and my brother, but you already know this. Then...- you pause to drink, the water flowing down your embittered gullet gives you a pleasant itchy feeling.

-Then I've met a person who helped me come to terms with myself.-.

-A person?- She frowns: -Who is she?-.

-She said she was a college friend of yours, though I guess she was luring me to her home. However, she knows us all very well, all of us.-.

-I hope you didn't go to a stranger's house.- Your mother scolds you, but you can see she's hiding her amusement.

You cross your fingers on the table: -Let's say that I got to know her in my turn very... thoroughly.-.

-What?- Tina makes a shocked face: -You mean you really expanded into an extraneous?-.

You roll your eyes: -Yes, I expanded into an extraneous, thanks for saying it loudly, do you need a sketch too?-.

She looks at you now with treason, and once again an echo of you feels guilty for your harshness; but damn, she totally deserved it. Indeed, she should be grateful you held back.

"I mean, I didn't even mention that she would have used it to keep herself busy on her bed. I thought it. But I didn't say it. Should I say it?".

-Don't be this hard with your sister.- Your mom says, then she speaks to Tina: -What about you sweetie?-.

Tina is on the defensive now, more disoriented than ever; nonetheless, she answers: -Uh, I fucked myself, I mean Tom, another time and nothing more.-.

"Typical.".

-But!- She regains some enthusiasm: -But I've made a discovery! Look at this!- she closes her eyes and starts rummaging inside her own shorts until she yells and offers to you a new blob with triumph.

-Yeah, we know? We already dealt with the goo thing, right?-.

-No, I mean...-.

-Honey, it's awesome.- Your mom says in her supportive tone: -But it's easier and more appropriate to a lady having lunch to use your mouth instead.- her cheeks then swell and she spits on her cupped hands another piece of jelly, which however jumps on the table with a SMACK, landing near your plate.

-Eugh! Mom!-.

-Oops, sorry.-.

-No no it's good actually.- Your sister resumes, you would like to protest that a globe of goo crawling on your food is all but "good", but then she adds: -Mom, now focus on it like you want to control it.-.

She complies and the goo abruptly stops, like frozen. Weird.

-Oh.- Your mom exclaims staring strangely at it. She gasps and the blob twitches.

-I know, unbelievable right?-.

-What? What are you talking about?- It's your time to be confused, but your mom seems to have lost her speech and Tina is smiling sneakily at you.

-Do you need a sketch?- She asks proudly like she has just solved a Millennium problem. You grind your teeth in contempt.

-That's really strange.- Your mother finally says. The goo on the tablecloth moves to her waist, where it lies steadily.

-Care to explain?-.

-It's not easy.- She talks slowly as if she's weighing the words: -I'm talking with her, my mouth, but I'm not just... her, your mother I mean. I'm, I'm the globe too. It's almost like having another limb but with eyes too. I knew I could send input to goos before detaching them, but this is different.-.

You cross your arms thoughtful: -This is further proof we share a telepathic link, like a hive mind. You can feel the thrill when we're close, right? Some sort of resonance...-.

Your words are interrupted by something sticky and humid squashing on your hair.

-Aha!- Tina exults: -I can feel your head!-.

-Oh my God!!!- You jump on your feet, frantically fumbling in your hair: -Get it off! Get it off!!!- you finally manage to throw it on the wall, and the laugher of your sister became a sick face.

-Oh shit I'm going to throw up...-.

-Now I'll have to wash with, with bleach! Never dare to do it again!- You take a step towards her, but she takes on a dangerous shade of green and you basically fall backward in fear. Eventually, she doesn't puke.

Your expression changes drastically from scared to angry when you notice your mother giggling.

-That wasn't funny!-.

-I beg to differ! Aha! You've made such a face! Come on Kim, don't be such a grouch! Tell mommy, did you discover something more?-.

-Umpf! I may, but I'm not sure I'll share with you.- You realize you're acting like a capricious little girl, but it's absolutely their fault for being bitches.

-Is my little princess offended?- Your mother asks with fake sweetness and u-shaped lips; then she grabs her breasts and squeezes: -Would playing with momma's boobies make her feel any better?-.

She lowers her neckline and reveals them in their full clasped glory.

-Would you like to touch momma's titties once again? They surely want to.-.

Your nipples stiffen so much that they're almost hurting, but you turn your head with disdain, just to be grasped by a pair of soft hands on your cheeks and by a luscious, long kiss. A moan escapes your lips and is muffled inside your conjoined mouths.

-I'm sorry if I pissed you, big sis.- Tina pleads: -Please don't be mad at me.-.

Mad? Right now you would like to plunge those big blue eyes between your legs until they're drenched-but no, you're not mad.

-Returning to the subject.- You continue while Tina sits down and her slime slips inside her shirt: -Yes, there are other things. But first I would like to listen to what mom has done, considering that she's posing questions without giving any answer.-.

Jessica rearranges her dress and smiles: -Of course Kim, you're right. But, honestly, there's not much to say: I've simply met my older sister, your aunt Maddison, since we hadn't seen each other for a while. She was a bit stressed, but I helped her relax a little with the advice you've given to me. And, I think she appreciated it. Though, of course, not that she can't take care of herself! But next time, maybe she'll allow us to take care too, who knows. Oh, and I've given a kiss from you to your grandma too. Poor woman! She was so tired when I left her, but I'm sure after a good sleep she'll feel much, much better. Like a new woman.-.

She poses her fork and wipes her lips with a napkin.

-So, you see: just the same, old, boring mom morning.-.

Tina gapes while you maintain your poker face.

"I mean, everyone could have done it. Nothing exceptional.".

-And... and Emily?- Your sister asks.

-Wasn't at home, but she will be dealt with soon. But, if you wish, you can talk with her right now.- Her voice drastically changes. In a blink of an eye, her head has become your cousin's one.

-Wo-oh! Dude!-.

-Hello cousin.- She sings in Emily's sappy tone, and greets you too.

-Eugh, mom could you shift the rest too? That's weird.- You complain, testing if her shaping powers are equals to yours. Sadly, they are.

Tina is high: -Me too! Let me try!- she shuts her eyes and focuses, but nothing happens to her disappointment.

-Don't worry honey... I mean, Tina.- "Emily" reassures her: -I think you only have to accept your body first.-.

She replies she's already doing it, but your mother explains what she's meaning, confirming that she had indeed "synched" with her old persona.

-Oh... that explains why Kim is the usual bitch.-.

-Ehi! I'm not- But she's not listening anymore, since she's focusing again. After some seconds her body shivers and, when she reopens her eyes, you know that she has changed. She looks at you bewildered and almost horrified, but then an evil grin replaces her worry.

-Now we're talking!-.

Your mom reforms into her own shape. Although she has burned the shapeshifting thing, you still have two cards to play. Thus you imagine being in Tina's place, and suddenly you are, watching at a confused Kim. Two orbs bigger than your previous are attached to your chest, and you cup a quick feel. Can't help.

-Hey! Now I'm Kim?-.

-Don't get used to it little sis.- Then, to your perplexed mother: -Hive mind, as I said.-.

She ultimately gets it, and you swap back before Tina gets the wrong idea. You immediately feel at home in your more modest but comfy frame, but you have to admit that being Tina seems cool too. Clearly, you don't admit it aloud.

-I'm impressed honey.-.

-And it's not over yet. You see, the woman I was talking about earlier...-.

-I bet she's hot as fuck!-.

-...she had a son. Some unpleasant loser, none important. Point is, she said she controlled him with a tiny piece of goo, like those... mind-control movies or whatever.- You scurry, pretending you've never seen one. As Kim that's true, but as Tom they were your favorites. The nerd had hard-ons picturing doing those things to you, puppeteering you like some sex-doll, etcetera. Somehow, he succeeded.

-She said we can't possess other boys. And that's it, I've said everything I knew. Which is, incidentally, more than what you two said together.-.

-Screw boys! Already had a dick! Being a girl totally rocks!- Tina yells while she gropes her boobs with renewed vigor.

-Thank you Kim for sharing with us, and thank you Tina too.- Your mom says suavely: -Now we all have a more complete view of the situation, but there are other points to be clarified; for example, how our reproduction exactly works, with how frequency and how much energy it requires, and also its limits. We need more tests further on.- she observes Tina's pout and your eyes rolling and adds with a smirk: -But let's call it a day. I'm very proud of your dedication.-.

-There is one more issue.- You respond: -Obviously nobody has to know, not even dad, but what do we do with... him?-.

Your mother smoothes her own chin in a thoughtful manner.

-Well, I trust my son and I think he deserves to know the truth. Besides, he's part of us: if we decide not to have any secrets between us, it also applies to him.-.

"Who said I won't keep my secrets?".

-I don't think it's a good idea.- Tina opposes, remanding to her doubts of before lunch: -While we were fucking I had the sensation he wouldn't have agreed that easily, not as much as the fact we were fucking. And we already fucked two times without him knowing it, and sex was great, so I say things are good as they are, no need to risk our future fucks.-.

You've never heard Tina say that word so many times, actually neither once. Well, that doesn't matter, what matters is that the two of them are now looking at you. Once again you have to tip the scale; at least, you recognize, they have the sense to leave the final decision up to you.