He turns on Slutty cheerleader protocol

“Well Leila-bot you know what they say about cheerleaders, engage ‘slutty cheerleader’ protocol.”

“Affirmative!” Leila spoke more robotically as her dumb cheering stopped immediately. She stood still for a while with her eyes closed as her body shook for a bit before opening them back up again with a newfound hunger behind them.

Her eyes met with Ayaan’s as she threw down her silly pom poms and rushed in to straddle her brother pulling at his clothes as she nuzzled his face. For a second Ayaan was worried about whether his stepmother would be able to support both of their weights. But as he turned around and looked at her face he saw no sign of strain.

And yet he needed someplace more comfortable to enjoy his new acquisition. He pulled Leila by the hair as he pulled her head back and spoke to her. “Let’s go to your room so you can give me a proper good time, why don’t we, Slut?”

“Mhmmmm, yes! Whatever you say daddy!” Leila responded enthusiastically as she grabbed his hand and led him to her room. Fatima however remained forgotten, still fully committed to her role.

One in her room, Ayaan sat down on her plush bed taking in how neat everything was. Leila once again rushed in towards him but Ayaan stopped her with a raised hand in front of her face. “Not so easy, why don’t you be a good slut and show me how good a lapdance from a cheerleader can feel.”

A wicked grin crossed over Leila’s face as she reached up and freed her tits from her top, they weren’t too huge but on her athletic body they seemed plenty. She turned around and walked backwards until her ass touched Ayaan’s crotch and began grinding herself on him with practised perfection. Ayaan just couldn’t help himself anymore and he reached around and started playing with her nipples.

A moan escaped Leila’s mouth as she turned around and straddled Ayaan, making him fall backwards onto the bed. It didn’t take long for the impatient Ayaan to pull down his pants and begin fucking his own sister. Fatima had been more of a recent headache but Leila had tormented him his whole life. To see that stupid expression of lust on her face as she moaned and screamed in pleasure was more satisfying to him than fucking her was. After about 10 minutes of continuous pumping Ayaan finally emptied his balls inside his sister. Making her clean his cock and balls afterwards using her top which he then asked to be put back on as they returned to see how Fatima was doing.

They returned to the hallway, where Fatima remained in her chair mode, her body still holding position as a functional seat for Ayaan.

Ayaan, now clearer on his plans, decided it was time to fully utilise both transformed subjects. He turned to Leila, whose cheerleader persona was still active, and to Fatima, who remained in her chair mode.