Back to the Anderson house.

*Jimmy's POV*

It didn’t take long to drive back to David’s house. Ever since David taste-tested Elmer’s glue in Mrs. Esposito’s classroom, you’ve visited the Anderson home almost a hundred times. After parking David's car on the driveway and walking up to the front door, you realized that it wasn’t just the front lawn that looked and felt different. Even driving David’s car, holding the vinyl steering wheel and turning the ignition, felt different now that you were in the driver’s seat. Almost instinctively, you wanted to ring the doorbell, until you realized it wasn’t necessary. You tried turning the knob to find that it was locked. Not a problem, as you pulled out David’s keychain and flipped through to the one house key. A turn of the lock made you feel like you were entering a stranger’s house, but once you stepped inside it all felt familiar to you. The living room, the dining room, and you knew just around the corner the kitchen too. And the staircase led right upstairs to everyone’s bedrooms, including your two younger sisters. It was making David erect, as you felt his shaft harden.

“Not now,” you thought. Entertainment was going to arrive soon enough, as you walked up to David’s room and leaped onto his bed. Normally, you’d be disgusted laying in another dude’s sheets, but knowing that you were protected by three layers of skin ironically made the grossness more arousing. You unzipped David’s jeans and tore through his underwear until your curved shaft and hairy balls were exposed to the air. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve been weirded out seeing David’s dick and even under his skin you still felt estranged by the appendage. Except you were two other women underneath and they certainly would be attracted to David’s thick and veiny dick. You began rubbing it up and down with your rough fingers, feeling the warm and pumping blood. It seemed like David didn’t do his daily nut yet, leaving you with his body’s own sexual repression. No matter, you thought; you were more than happy to oblige.

It felt good rubbing your dick, but you knew you could make it better. David’s pillow was to the side. You grabbed and held it to your shaft and rubbed even more aggressively than you had with your fingers. As Jimmy, this technique always worked, although usually you’d still be in your underwear to keep the jizz off your sheets. Oh well, this will have to be David’s problem when you eventually bring him back to life, as the tension finally gets the best of you and you climax a generous load onto the pillow’s case and over your lower abdomen.

“Damn, David,” you said to yourself. “You were really keeping it in for a while.” You sighed a relief as David’s plentiful ejaculation felt refreshing. You tossed the pillow aside and pulled a tissue from the nightstand to clean yourself up.

“Back to business,” you thought. After pulling back on your pants, you left David’s bedroom and headed to Marie’s home office. Closing the door behind, you walked behind Mrs. Anderson’s desk, an act that would’ve otherwise gotten you a scolding, no matter if you were David or still Jimmy. But given that you knew personally that Marie wouldn’t be home for a while, nobody could stop you from discovering the origins of the pen. The first place to look was in Marie’s laptop, but unfortunately a password stood in your way and you had no idea how to tap into her memories. You remarked this as the first limitation of the pen and its skinsuits. Maybe a note about the pen could be found in her desk instead. You pulled open drawers, shuffled loose paper into a mess until you found a leather bound notebook with a buckle that locked it. It was so obvious that you didn’t need to even ask Mrs. Anderson whether or not this was her personal journal.

You flipped to the latest entry in her journal, listed two days before today:

Ohhh this is going to be so exciting! Samantha just told me that the pen was on its way through the mail. I can't wait to show it to Paul. Our sex life has been so dull that I’m literally pulling my hair out thinking of ways to change things up. There are so pretty girls in the neighborhood that I can't even begin to decide who to wear first. I know my husband will lose his mind when he sees a younger body strut out in my old wedding dress. Maybe I can get him to be a sexy girl that I’d just be dying to penetrate. It’ll only be a matter of time before it arrives in my hands, and I know exactly who’d I use it on first.

"Incredible," you thought. So Marie was the one that acquired the pen, fully intending on using it for her own sexual fantasies. This was fascinating, and to think she intends to drag David’s dad into the deal as well. Suddenly a thought popped into your head. You could make this to your advantage.

You were so entranced by the journal that you were scared out of David’s skin when someone else walked in. Thank goodness it was only David’s younger sister, Claire, who seemed to be looking for someone.

“Oh, David,” just as surprised to see you here as you were of her. “I didn’t expect to find you here,” she squinted. “Have you seen Mom at all?”

“Not since I woke up this morning.” You hid the notebook behind your back.

“That’s strange. Her car is still here, so I thought she’d still be home.”

“Maybe she went out for a walk or something.” It seemed that excuse wasn’t enough as Claire marched toward the desk. You held tighter Marie’s notebook behind your back, only to realize Claire was eyeing the phone beside the laptop. She took the phone and held it up for you to see.

“If she did go for a walk, she didn’t bring her phone with her. Where on earth is she then? I don’t want to think she could’ve just upped and disappeared.”

It was obvious from the concern in her voice that Claire was imagining more disturbing possibilities than an afternoon stroll in the neighborhood. Marie's disappearance could be a textbook example of **** and that scared Claire. The right thing to do would be to let out the truth, and even show her the notebook. But it probably would scare her even more to know of the power of the pens and that Marie was fully intent on using it for selfish reasons. Not that you were absolved from using it for your own gain, but that wasn’t really the point. It hurts to see Claire feel this way, but if the fun were to continue, then so be it. Slowly and steadily, you shove Marie’s notebook behind your waistband and under your shirt, covertly hiding it from view. Then you began making your way from behind the desk and next to Claire.

“I’m sure she’s alright,” you reassured. “Like I said, it's totally possible she could’ve just gone out for a walk and left her phone behind to clear her head from distractions. She’ll be back, I know it.” You knew that was the truth.

Claire looked into your eyes with scrutiny. It almost felt like she saw right through you, beneath David, Julia, and Marie’s skin to see you fully underneath. It was twisting your stomach.

“You haven't noticed it? Mom and Dad, I mean.”

This surprised you. “Have they not been getting along, recently?”

She sighed. “You can say that, but I don’t really know. It just seems like the two of them have grown more distant from another. Like they’re starting to get bored with each other, or they don’t love each other anymore. Dad especially, he gets more miserable everyday. Aren’t you worried they’re ready to divorce or something?”

You put a hand on Claire’s shoulder. You appreciate her concern, but deep down you knew she had nothing to worry about. Now that you were in control, anyway.

“Everything is gonna be alright. I promise, after today, they’re gonna be in love like they were young again.”

Claire looked slightly confused. “How can you be so sure? Are you going to talk to them?”

“Oh I'm not just going to talk to them. I’m going to fully convince them. Just leave it to your big brother, okay?”

Claire looked at you with further suspicion as if trying to figure out your methods. It made you sweat until she relented. “Okay, David. I believe you.”

With that, the two of you leave Mom’s office behind. Claire went downstairs to probably continue looking for Mom, while you stepped back to David’s bedroom with the journal in your waistband. Once you locked the door behind, a smile creeped across your face. You pulled out Marie’s notebook and started reading from the latest to oldest entry, learning exactly who Mrs. Anderson was before she turned to skin.