From Mom to Sister

"I've got it!" she said. I already knew, I was probably not going to like her 'solution'.

"Honey, you always wanted a sister, didn't you? My face went pale. I already could guess where she was headed.

"Mom, I wanted a sister when I was seven!" Mom smiled and ignored my call. Her heavy juggs bounced up and down, as she thought of something. "How should I phrase it?" She whispered.

"Best you don't, mom. I don't think I like where you are going." Mom looked at me. Her eyes intensified on me. She put her soft hand on my now broad chest, circling my nipple. I shuddered. "You really are cute, when you are ****" she said and lowered her hand, caressing my abs and finally arriving at my dick. Her fingers twirled it for a bit, while I tried to restrain myself from showing any pleasure from it. "It really isn't fun if you're not into it." She sighed. "Alright, I've got it." She raised her wand, I already closed my eyes in anticipation of her changing anything about me. "If you don't like me as your mother, you surely love me as my brother." She swirled the wand around and a big light appeared, blinding me for a few moments. When it was gone, I found myself no longer restrained. As I could see again, mom was still standing there. Then wand was gone however. She was still the sexy and a bit younger version of herself. "Mom?", I said, as she seemed to look around confused. "Oh hey sweetie. Hey- why are you naked?" She seemed almost absent-minded.

"What do you mean? You took off my clothes!" I almost yelled. She only seemed confused.

"Don't yell at me, John. I did no such thing. Go to your room and put on some clothes. Now!" I looked at her, but then raised my hand, surrendering. I turned around, butt-naked and went upstairs. I was confused, very confused. Mom doesn't remember what she did and the wand was gone. Maybe it was for the better.

I return to my room, without cheetos. I was still in the superstud body shape, but I didn't mind. Quietly I closed the door. "There you are." A feminine voice called out. Resting on my bed was a girl. She seemed to be younger than me, barely eighteen. Her long brown hair rested on her shoulders. She was fit, with D-cup breasts and strong legs with wide hips. I looked at her, saying nothing, not even being surprised. Just standing there. Then I sighed. "Almost thought you were gone, mom." The girl on my bed smiled. I'm not mom, bro. It's me Stacy, don't you remember. I'm your sister." She said with a seductive undertone. For some reason I found it attractive, the way she said it. Mom- I mean Stacy stood up. She was about two heads shorter than me. I towered over her, like I did with mom. "You like this more?" she asked. Swaying her hips while walking over to me. I felt my dick harden, watching her. "It is so weird, you know. I have all these memories now. My life before, as your mom. My life now, as your sister. It is really interesting." She came really close to me. I felt her warm breath on my skin.

"But you're still you, right?" I asked, trying to figure out the situation. She giggled, looking up at me through her lashes. "Well, I'm not your mom anymore, so let's see if I can't make your life more interesting as Stacy." She put her hand on my chest, sliding it down to my abs and then my dick. I felt myself getting harder, my body reacting to the touch of someone who was once my mother but was now something entirely different. "You're so big," she whispered. I felt a weird mix of pride and discomfort, but I couldn't deny the way she was making me feel.

"Stacy, wait. This isn't right," I managed to say. She looked up at me with a mischievous smile. "You're right," she said, stepping back. "It's not right. I am no longer your mother however, just your sister. And while you were still downstairs I used the wand to make sex between siblings normal."

"What? Mom-" I started to protest, but she cut me off.

"No, no, no. Not mom. Stacy. I'm Stacy. And I've always had a thing for big, strong guys like you, bro." She took a step closer, pressing herself against me. "I know you're confused, but just feel it." She reached up and kissed me.

Her lips were soft, and she tasted faintly of mint. I didn't know what to do. Part of me was screaming that this was wrong, but another part was telling me to just go with it. She was no longer my mother, she was my beautiful sister. And she was all over me.

I kissed her back, tentatively at first, but as she moaned into my mouth, I felt the last of my resolve crumble away. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I could feel her big breasts pressing against my chest, and I slid my hands down to cup them. She gasped, pushing herself into me, grinding her hips against my hard dick. "Take me," she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and desperation. "Take me like you've always wanted to take a girl."

I easily picked her up and carried her to the bed. My nude body nudged against her. Tentatively I helped her undress, revealing her soft and voluptuous body.

I leaned down to kiss her again, feeling her hand guide me towards her wetness. "Stacy," I murmured against her lips. "Are you sure?" She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "I'm sure."

Our kisses grew more urgent as I positioned myself between her legs. She spread them eagerly, giving me full access to her most intimate parts. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, heavy and needy. She was so warm, so soft. And yet, so familiar. It was a strange, intoxicating mix that had my head spinning.

I reached down to touch her, to explore her new, young body. She was wet and ready, and the thought of what we were about to do made my cock throb. I slid a finger inside her, and she gasped, her back arching off the bed. "John," she breathed. "Oh, fuck."

Her language was definitely not what I was used to from my mom, but from Stacy, it sounded right. It was raw, it was real, and it was fucking hot. I added another finger, stretching her gently as she began to rock against my hand. She was tight, so fucking tight, and every movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"I need you," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need you inside me." I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I lined up my cock with her pussy and pushed in, slow and steady. She was so warm, so tight, it felt like I was sliding into heaven.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her nails digging into my back. "You feel so good." I began to move, my hips sliding in and out of her, our bodies fitting together perfectly. It was like we had been made for each other, like this was always meant to happen.

The bed creaked beneath us, a steady rhythm that matched the beating of our hearts. We were lost in the moment, in the sensation of skin on skin, the feeling of her around me. It was overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Stacy," I grunted, my voice thick with passion. "I'm going to cum." She bucked her hips up to meet me, her eyes never leaving mine. "Cum inside me," she said. "I want to feel you fill me up."

It was all I could take. With a roar, I came, my cock spurting hot cum deep inside her. She screamed my name, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, her body tightening around me. We lay there, panting and sweaty, for what felt like an eternity, our hearts racing in time with each other's.

As we came down from the high, she looked up at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Well, that was definitely an upgrade," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But don't think you're off the hook. I've got a lot more spells to try out, and a lot more fantasies to live."

I couldn't help but smile back at her, despite the chaos in my head. This was a wild ride, and it was clear it was only just beginning. "I can't wait," I said, leaning down to kiss her again. And in that moment, with my new 'sister' writhing beneath me, I knew that no matter how wrong it was, I was going to love every fucking minute of it.