Gather your strength and tell him

You lower your hand. Then you lift it again and knock.

"Oh God, what am I doing? What am I doing?".

Before you can chicken out, however, Tom opens the door, surprised by your presence.

-Tina, hey! Do you, uh, are you here for, you know...-.

Yeah. Why not? You're still on time. Just say you're here to fuck, have sex with him, and then go back to normal.

-No. I need to talk to you about something. It's important.-.

He immediately realizes that the matter is serious and lets you in. You check that no one has heard you and step in. Here is your old room: it's so familiar, yet, so alien, like going back to your childhood home after years away.

-Close the door please. I... I want to tell you...-.

That you love him. That you want to fuck him. That you run out of toilet paper. Anything else but that.

Instead, you close your eyes and take a breath.

-...The truth about why we act like this. You have to know who we truly are.-.

He looks at you with bewilderment that leads to fear. He somehow forestalls the enormity of your next revelation. Seeing him like this, seeing your old body look at you as an indecipherable code, makes you really uncomfortable. For the first time you are in his presence, you don't feel any libido, just discomfort.

-Please, promise me, promise me you won't hate me.-.

-Tina, why? Why should I hate you? Has something bad happened?- He asks truly concerned. You wonder if you've ever felt that worried about your sister in a selfless manner. Maybe Tom is a better person now that you're not him, maybe you all are his worst parts.

-Just promise, please. Just do it.- You pledge with your eyes burning. He does so and you sit on his bed. He sits next to you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

-I... we... we aren't really... them. We aren't your family.-.

-So, you're not really possessing her?- You ask drinking a sip of coffee. Next to you, your older sister does the same. You came to visit her and see if she had settled in, and you were a bit surprised when you perceived something more similar to your husband than to your daughters. Maddison, however, told you not to worry and now you are in her living room, talking quietly. She's wearing a nice white summer dress, sleeveless, with a red ribbon around her waist.

-Actually, I'm not. I mean, I'm not you, I'm still me.- Noticing your frown, she later explains: -Just imagine that I'm controlling her from behind a screen with a really sophisticated controller: I can feel her senses and else but, still, I'm not the avatar inside the game. I'm the player.-.

-...I see. So you're basically hiding in her brain and controlling her thoughts.-.

-Kind of. Right now I'm making her talk as if she was, uh, like you, let's say. The one talking right now is the same Maddison of one week ago, but I've changed the way she perceived herself and the others. All this Tom's stuff, her family... she, I, thinks that it's a kinky roleplay. Uh, it's strange even to say it loudly. Her subconscious knows there's no logical explanation for this, but it's not really complicated to fool once you get used to it.-.

-Yet, why? Why don't you just take her place as we did?-.

She poses her cup and subtly grins, nothing further from the modest woman she once was.

-Because it's damn funny. She's my puppet, my creation. Do you remember when we had to grow a plant for the science project? It gives me the same feeling. Knowing that I'm corrupting her very own soul repays me for being behind the scenes, and just thinking about it makes her pussy... oh... warm...-.

You smile gladly and cover the distance between you, kissing her lusciously on the lips. She's first enthralled by your sudden action but then kisses you back. You caress her hips, seductively massaging close to her breasts.

-I knew you wanted this, sister.- She chuckles: -Last time you almost scared me the way you were staring at me. Like a beast her prey.-.

-Roar.- You playfully jest. Your mouths meet again, and this time you remain attached to each other, so your whispers now blow directly on your ears. If anyone walked in at this time, they would have a heart attack.

-How's things at home, Jess?-.

-Mmm. A bit chaotic. I suspect my daughters are planning something... kinky.-.

-Oh... and what are you going to do about that?- She asks amused.

-Not sure yet...-.

-Well well, you two having fun?- Your hot session is interrupted by a shrill voice. Your niece, Emily, has joined you in the living room and now she's grinning with her hands on her hips. Maddison is taken aghast from her appearance, while you chuckle delightedly.

-Hello sweety, am I wrong or is there something different about you?-.

-Hi auntie. You're right, I feel like a brand new person today.- She subtly alludes, twisting a tuft of her platinum blonde hair between her fingers.

-Why don't you sit here and tell your aunt more about that?-.

-Next time maybe. I'm going to my boyfriend's to study. Anatomy.- She adds with a lecherous smug, reciprocated by you.

-I didn't know you had problems with the subject.-.

-Oh, trust me: he's very good at this. Well, time to go now. Bye mom, by aunt Jess!- And she's out. Your chuckle wanes when you see the frown on your sister's face, and you ask her about that.

-Nothing. ...When it's about her, it's still a bit tough to suppress my instinct.-.

-Ohh, poor mommy Maddison! Little sweet Emily likes taking in the ass, doesn't she?- You taunt her, puffing inside her mouth and laughing at her discomfort.

-See? My solution is the best.-.

You stay cuddling and making out for a few minutes, as if instead of adult sisters you were two horny teens. You were considering a bit of roleplay when she asks you for a favor. Since today is her marriage anniversary, you suspect it's related.

-My my, you know everything, don't you?-.

-Just tell me, 'sis.-.

-Well... hubby is arriving in a while, and I'm planning a nice surprise for him. I think some dumb secretary is giving him hard time at work, and I want to give him a relaxing afternoon, with your help. If you like, of course.-.

-Oww! My lovely Big Sis is so generous!- You give her another smack on the lips: -Why me?-.

-Well, I, uh, I believe he has a little thing for you.-.

You mimic astonishment and theatrically take a hand to your heart: -Mike?! For your own sister?! That's unbelievable!-.

-Yeah, that's right.- She diverts her eyes with a hint of sadness: -I guess he likes the younger package too.-.

-I'm sure you're the one who he truly loves.- You console your sorrowed sister, who jolts at your stroking her nether regions.

-Ok, I'll help you.-.

-S...Splendid... let me up please.- You comply and she vomits a new piece of goo that grows into a humanoid, yet slimy-red, form. You're about to ask what's it's doing when she finally gains her colors.

-Is she...-.

-Yes. Hubby dearest as a soft spot for her type too.-.

In front of you stands the perfect copy of Mrs. Garcia, your high school teacher of Mexican descent, a buxom babe that was the erotic dream of many of your classmates.

-Hola!- She says in a giggle.

-Mrs. Garcia. I've always wanted to do. This.- Maddison grabs her chin and cheek and kisses her passionately, much to your arousal. If someone told you an aged body like yours could still feel excited, you wouldn't have believed them up to last week.

-My time to get dressed up!- You shift your clothes in something more fitting, that is a snug white t-shirt and white mini-shorts.

-What if we undressed a little instead?- Maddie proposes, with whom you agree. You discard your clothes, except for the heels, and you admire each others' thick, mature forms. You then approach and pose for an imaginary photographer. If only your son was there!

-Me siento tan pequeña en el medio aquí!- Mrs. Garcia tweets giggling.

-Mi pequeña, personal, puta.- You say snapping your tongue, relying on the Spanish you still remember.

-Girls, hubby dearest will be there in a minute.- Maddison warn you after a few minutes of hot touching and teasing: -Redress and prepare yourself!-.

When Mike comes home, five minutes later, the three of you are casually conversing, sitting at the table in the kitchen.

-Hi honey, welcome back! This is my friend, Esmeralda.-.

-Encantada de conoscerte.- She says, shaking his hand. You're not sure what she does at that moment, maybe she gives him some lecherous look, but he's clearly embarrassed when he retracts. After that, Mrs. Garcia informs you that she really needs to go to the bathroom, and Mike takes her place.

-So, how are things doing?- You ask him to regain his attention.

-You know, always the same; I mean, work is good.- He replies evasively.

-Mh-mh. Maddie was telling me about some new secretary.-.

-Jess!- She feigns to protest, while he reddens.

-Well, she is just a, a new...-.

-Don't worry.- You stop him, covering his hands on the table with yours: -I know everything.-.

-Oh.- He comments, mulling over what your sister may and may not have told you, searching for a clue into your delighted face. After all, you can't mean that, can you?

-Hubby, I forgot my cellphone in the living room, would you be so kind?-.

He seizes the opportunity for a retreat, totally unaware of the trap that Maddison is setting for him, and gets up. However, you see him stop abruptly in between the two rooms, staring at something that is most likely going on on the sofa. The sensual moans that reach your ears are an unnecessary hint.

-I, this...- He turns to you pale in the face, but he's left even more speechless when he's greeted by the sight of his wife and her younger sister fiery making out. Mrs. Garcia's arms grab him from behind and push him on the sofa, then she puts herself over his thighs to block him.

-What's going on?- He asks as confused as he is excited, with Mrs. Garcia giggling at the hard shaft pressing on her crotch.

-Happy anniversary, teddy bear.-.

You and Maddison kneel in front of him, leaving room for Mrs. Garcia in the middle, and you avidly unbuckle his belt.

-Maddison, this is wrong.- He has the lucidity to say. An impressed gasp of the three of you, however, silences him, as his freed cock rises like a spring. Mrs. Garcia licks her lips and she lifts up a little, only to slip it between her bare boobs, in order to start mashing and mixing them like bread dough. Mike pants heavily, his face a mask of lust and ****.

-Le gusta esto, Señor Allen?-.

-What's wrong hubby? Aren't you enjoying this?- The wife pout. She then lights up: -Maybe you would prefer sister dearest's tits?-.

He widens his eyes, following mesmerized as Mrs. Garcia steps aside and you take her place. His rod is crossed by intense shivers, which make your mounds wobble like jelly, an erotic tickling for them. When you tighten on his waist, his dick painfully hard, you're honestly surprised that he holds back his cum.

-T-That's enough! M-MMaddison, Jessica, I can't believe you're doing this!- He protests vehemently, although no gesture of his body follows those words. Maddie, by her side, saddens deeply, painful bewilderment in her eyes.

-But I thought this was what you wanted! D-Do you hate me now?-.

-What? No, that's not what I meant!-.

-Oh my God!- She keeps her performance, adding even some tears: -After all these years, I've ruined our marriage! Oh, how will I do now? Divorced at my age, no one will want me anymore! I'll end up on the streets and my daughter won't want to see me ever again!- and she burst out in sobbing.

Mike is torn between exasperation and arousal, both coloring his face a very bright red.

-Wait, Maddison, this is not true at all! I swear I don't want to divorce! Jessica, please, help me!-.

-Mike...- You answer with a sad and disappointed tone, his penis still trembling sunk into your breasts.

-Your sister worked so hard to prepare all this. And it's just for you. Doesn't she deserve to see her efforts pay off?-.

Mike looks first at you, then at his crying partner. Finally, he gulps and nods.

The three of you secretly smirk: Mike might be a faithful man, but he's still a man. And no man could ever resist this. The next hour is of pure bliss, switching places and roles between you women, while he mostly stays lying down to enjoy both the service and the view. The climax is reached when Mrs. Garcia reaches her orgasm, sitting in the reverse cowboy position.

-AYYYYYYYY!!! ME VENGO!!!- Mrs. Garcia quivers wildly, and after an intense scream, she collapses to the side, revealing the poor man's sodden cock with a PLOMP. Mike is shocked, he almost looks like he's having a stroke; after all, you can say whatever you want, but he has just cheated on his wife, the only woman he's always thought he would love.

-That was... amazing!- The cuckolded woman exclaims, giving him a peck on the cheek.

-Now I want you to do the same with my lovely sister!-.

He stares at her giggling in horror, but he's **** to moan when you sit on him, his member penetrating your pussy. You can't really say it has something special compared to the others you've felt but, hell, a cock is still a cock. In the meantime, Mike is attacked by all fronts, his wife squatting on his face and the third woman lapping at his balls, like a little girl her ice cream.

And finally, after you've cummed (and boy, also an orgasm is still an orgasm), he can satisfy his devoted spouse's needs, with the two of you licking her nipples while her pretty visage contorts into grimaces of pleasure.

-OOOHHH!!! YES HUBBY CUM INSIDE!!!-.

It ends quicker than it has started, Maddison's body calming down and Mike closing his eyes and passing out for the excitement. However, at least, you can see his sperm leaking down from Maddie's vagina.

-Woah... that was... good...- She pants. You nod in agreement, being out of breath too. Mrs. Garcia, instead, stands up and reshifts her clothes back in place. At your wondering glances, she replies in her heavy accent: -It's been funny girls, but I also have a husband to please. Or a boyfriend, or a passerby. See you soon.- and she goes out. You're tempted for a moment to stop her, but you have no reason to.

"I hope Kim and Tina won't find out.".

You too get up, stretching and calmly picking up your clothes off the floor. On the contrary, Maddison looks comfortable as she is, naked and with her husband's dick still inside.

-Thank you for your cooperation, Jess.-.

-Don't say it, Big Sis. You know you can count on me.- You seal your words with a kiss, and little Mikey has a twitch that makes you laugh.

-Seems that it can still give something. I'll leave it to you then. My time to go.-.

-Already? Come on Jess, stay a bit more! Hubby will recharge in a moment, right honeypot?-.

A groan is his response; you feel that he's been assimilated to, probably she has slipped a piece of goo while he was eating her out.

-Don't worry, it's your time to celebrate now. Besides, you can always have me... in a sense.-.

You exchange a final smug, then you eventually walk out.

Tom is frowning, having no idea what you are talking about. "I'm not your sister": even if he had suspects it still sound like nonsense. Well, now it's too late to go back.

-I, I'm not the Tina you knew. In fact, I'm her only since Saturday night. Same for Kim and Mom.-.

-Wait a second.- He babbles, his touch coming to lack: -What are you talking about? What do you mean, you're not Tina?-.

-No. I mean, this- You point to yourself: -is her body, but I'm not her. I'm... I'm possessing her for days, Tom. That's the truth.-.

He shakes his head, yet you know he doesn't really think his little sister has just gone crazy.

-Possession? You're lying, it's impossible!-.

You don't say anything. You just want for this to conclude, in a way or another.

-T-Then who are you? Why are you in my sister?- He's more than alarmed now, he stands up and moves away from you. You, however, just stay melancholically still. The feeling of your breath inflating and deflating your chest... for some reason, it is a sensation that weighs on you like a boulder.

-You know who I am. Reflect brother, who could be interested in possessing your family to have sex with you? There's only one person that dreams of that, and you know who he is.-.

He blanches and mutters a "no". You then melt into your goo form, only to reappear firstly as Kim, then as Mom, then as you again. He's upset and scared, terrified indeed, but holds back his screams.

-I'm sorry. Believe me, I truly am.-.

Then, staring at him in the eyes: -We all are you. Ask me anything that only you would know, if you wish; but me and you, we are the same person.-.

He falls on his seat, holding his head in his hands. You proceed into proving what you just said, telling him things that no one else could ever know, except for himself. Then, you explain to him when the first of you, currently inhabiting Kim, has poured from his dick.

-It's not possible! How... why me?-.

-May I damned if I know.- You finally comment. Seeing his distraught expression, you sadly smile.

-Remember what you promised me.-.

-You need to get out of her.- He retorts, much to your grief.

You sketch a smile and try to talk back: -Listen, if you think about it, it's not that bad-

-Get out of my sister!-.

Your answer is dry.

-I can't.-.

-Then concentrate or figure out something! There must be a way...-.

-It's not that...- You stop, but you can't back down: -I could do it, technically. But I... can't.-.

-Oh my God!- He covers his mouth in disgust. And goodbye to his promise.

-You, you can't be me! I won't ever do something like that to my sister! To my family!-.

-Except you are!- You spit out. He's judging you like it's not all his fault, it sends you mad in a second.

-Don't look at me like that! You have no right after what we've done together! And, and I don't deserve this!-.

-You? She doesn't deserve this! I don't know who you are, but I would never steal her life!- He lies to himself. Why, though? Why is it so hard for him to admit what you both know? Why isn't, why isn't happy?

-It's not her life anymore, it's mine! I know you understand, you have to! This is my body now! My body, my life!-.

-You're crazy! I want you out of her right now!-.

-Then cut your limb if it's so easy! Or your tongue, or something else! Do you have an idea of what you're asking me???-.

He shakes his head, clearly he doesn't. If he was in your place, he won't be that cruel to you. He's simply a boy, he's not like you.

-You said you were sorry, then prove it!- He retorts: -Why telling me otherwise?-.

-Because I thought, I hoped that... I don't know, I-I just wanted for you to know!-.

...

-So I could give you permission.-.

He's dark in his face, his words are bitter.

-So you could share with me your guilt.-.

-Stop.- You divert your eyes to mask your tears.

-No, you stop this madness.- He marches towards you: -If you are really me then you know what is right!-.

-Stop. Please.-.

He takes you by your shoulders and rages ruthlessly: -You're a freak, you don't really love her! You're a sick monster, do you realize it???-.

-Stop it! You're hurting me!- His grip hurts you harshly and he's shaking you with all his strength. In an impetus of fury, he throws you on the bed, towering over you with fists clenched. You burst into tears, unable even to look him in the face. Why, why, why is this happening? Why couldn't you just shut up? Why doesn't he understand?

You wait for him to yell again, or to hit you, or even to take advantage of your helpless state. Instead, you hear his steps departing and, some seconds later, the door slamming.

You know you should follow him, try to reason with him. You know that Mom and Kim will be furious about this. But, right now, you just can't think of these things. You just lie, sobbing on what was your bed, in another life. Despair has now taken you in its coils.

KNOCK KNOCK

-A moment! Who is...- Esmeralda Garcia loses her words when, opening the door, she finds herself in front of another Esmeralda Garcia. She drops the ladle with which she was baking a cake, her mouth agape for the shock.

-Who-Who are you?-.

She then screams in terror when the other Esmeralda takes a firm step inside and grips her neck, closing the door behind herself.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Esmeralda Garcia collects the ladle from the ground and resumes her cooking.