Don't tell him

As far as it would be undoubtedly interesting, not to say funny, to see Tom's reaction knowing that his family has been completely replaced by copies of himself, it could also lead to unneeded hassles. Besides, toying with him by keeping him in the dark sounds exciting too.

-I think that he doesn't need to know more than he already does.- You state, looking at your mom defiantly.

She takes it easy: -Well, I guess I've been outnumbered! Ok girls, I'll trust you on this.-.

The rest of the lunch is surprisingly uneventful, the only notable thing is the constant rubbing of Tina's thighs as if she had a full bladder. But that's not the case: in the space of one night, your asexual little sister has become sex-addicted and not even the synch has fixed that. Or maybe she's always been like this and you didn't realize? However, as soon as she's finished, she runs up to her room.

-My my, such youthful energy! Kim dearest, would you help me to clear the table?-.

You groan internally for getting yourself caught, a feeling both shared by Tom and Kim. But you smile stoically.

-Of course mom.- You straighten yourself and repeat your after breakfast actions. It was just a few hours ago, you think, but it seems like a century has passed. When you re-enter the kitchen with the last dishes, you find your mother who has just gotten up from the dishwasher and is bending over on the hob. Your eyes linger on her curvaceous forms, from the protruding knockers to the thick legs, but you manage not to make it too obvious. Something pinches your heart - a hint of jealousy?

-Oh my, the washing machine has broken again, we have to hand wash them.- She tweets.

"We?" You don't protest though, and you move to the sink. You'll wash, she'll wipe, easy. It's not your first time; but for the first time, at a certain point, you feel two manicured fingers brushing between your legs. Your vagina moistens as a result. Next to you, your mother is pretending everything is normal. You pull them away, but they return immediately.

-Could you stop?- You blurt; instead of complying, your mother shifts behind you, presses her waist on your back and her face on your shoulder, while she caresses the other one with her free hand. Washing dishes becomes really difficult.

-Kim, don't be so tense.- She whisps with a sensuality that causes your entire body to thrill. You flounder in pleasure, unable to either turn her away or give in.

-Relax sweetie. I understand that you're scared of all this, but I'm the same old mom you know. I'm just... just a bit more effusive.- Her hand travels up to your belly, drawing a line with her finger around your tits. You feel her hot breathing blowing on your neck.

-I love you, Kim. You know you can tell mommy everything. Mommy will always help you.-.

A gasp exhales from your lips before you can answer properly: -I don't need... uh... your help...-.

Your mom titters like a nightingale singing: -Of course you don't. You were so good at sucking dry your brother before, all by yourself. You made my nipples so hard... like they're now. Can you feel them?-.

-...I... do...-.

She plants her mouth on your neck, thereby you wince exposing more of your skin to her greediness. A voice in the back of your head tells you to take back control before it's too late. Meantime, the glass you were holding falls on the sink.

-People that say "you can trust me"... are the ones that shouldn't be trusted... mom...-.

-Then trust this.-.

She turns you around and you taste each other's breath, tickling each other's tongue. You should be the one to interrupt the kiss... just one more second... just one more...

You grab her nape and her waist, forcing her to savor you more so you can do the same. You sit on the kitchen top, accepting her skilled fingers between your legs. Your eyes are entranced by the firmest, plumpest breasts you've ever seen, bulging just below your mother's orange shirt. She gently rests your face on them and you're met by the fresh fragrance of the material.

-Relax, baby.- You hear her whisper. You close your eyes. Your pussy is being softly massaged, not ravaged, your panties aren't even wet, whilst your long hair is being brushed kindly, like a doll with a comb. You long to stay like this forever.

You expect to find Tina inside her room, on her bed, instead you hear some noises coming from your old room. As you enter, you see her playing intently with your brother's console. It's... strange. Strange being here, for the first time in this body, because those sci-fi posters on the walls, those mangas and comics on the desk, and in general all that nerdiness that filters from every corner of the room are so familiar, but at the same time so eugh, and yet you fail to perceive a true contradiction between these two sensations, a splitting limit. And strange seeing your sister, who has always been a bit of a tomboy but never interested in videogames, playing concentrated with the tongue out. Plus, it's not a game someone could assume a girl would play, since she's controlling a big-tittied, not very clothed, and doubtfully legal girl that slices hordes of enemies on a beach with... audacious zoomings, to use a euphemism. You know it's a Japanese eroge that Tom usually hides under his bed and that he only takes out when no one else is home. In a sense, this is the case.

-What exactly are you doing?-.

-Oh hey sis.- She doesn't look up from the screen: -Just playing with bro's games. I was thinking, if we get to spend more time with him we should try to get to know him better from every point of view, right?-.

"But we already do." You would like to point out. You simply shake your head.

-Whatever. Mom just went out to buy some stuff, she said we have to discuss some things later. Any news from Tom?-.

-Nope.-.

The silence of your voices is thwarted by the shrill one of the avatar. Again, audacious zoomings.

-Well, I'll go to my room.-.

-Wait.- She pauses the game, accidentally stopping the desktop on the image of a ridiculously large pair of jugs. You can't help but compare them to the ones you sunk your face in a few minutes ago, thus you miss the meaning of her next sentence for some seconds.

-What... playing with you?-.

She nods with conviction: -There's another joypad! What do you say, best sister wins?-.

-You are... kidding, right? Listen, I'll pretend that was a joke and I'll just go away. Bye-bye.-.

-Oh, come on! Don't be sulky even now! It will be fun! Trust me ok?- She pats a spot next to her, her enthusiasm not waned at all. You rotate your eyes and sigh.

-I can't believe I'm saying this. Fine, but just one round.-.

You sit down, grabbing the gamepad she hands you. Tina drives on the menu until "quit game" is highlighted, but then she stops. You notice she's looking at the screen thoughtfully.

-Do you think I can make my boobs that large?-.

-Just press it.-.

Your shopping has taken you an hour, but finally you are at home. Not that it has been boring: you enjoyed walking normally among the crowd, pushing your cart like any normal housewife, yet swaying your hips in a slightly sensual way. You're pretty sure you've seen a boy being scolded by his girlfriend for having watched "too much" at your transit! However, you're eager to spend more time with your family before your husband comes back this evening.

"Where are they?" You ask yourself, and unexpectedly you find both of your daughters in your son's room. You silently approach the door and peek inside.

-What??- Sounds Kim's squeal: -How come you have a better score than me?! I've taken the boss, like, all by myself!-.

-Hah! We weren't playing the same match, big sis! And you have to consider that I totally kicked their asses while you were still trying to hold the pad correctly!-.

-That's a lie! Here, it must have been its fault, a lag or something!-.

-Yeah yeah...-.

-Listen here you hussy, I've been playing this game for three years and there's no way you've beaten me by... by... I mean...- She bites her lips, as a deceitful smile is lifting Tina's ones. You suppress a chuckle.

-Fuck off.-.

-Hey girls, whatcha doing?- You then reveal yourself. Tina takes advantage of Kim's surprise to arm-lock her shoulders in a casual hug.

-Just spending some sisterly time. Right, Kimmy?- "Kimmy" grumbles something, in obvious discomfort even just looking at you. The reason is pretty simple, she cannot process what happened downstairs. It's the same motive that she's angry about her defeat: she deeply hates not being in charge of something; and, above all, she would never admit she actually likes being submitted.

-Glad to hear it. I thought about it, and I think we should put some rules from now on, in order to fully experience our new relationships without exposing ourselves. Do you understand what I mean?-.

-Uhm... I guess.- Your younger replies.

-What rules?- Your elder abruptly asks.

-Don't worry, anything that bad. On the contrary, it's a role-play. We just have to keep following our characters at least while your father is with us, in order not to make mistakes in public. And no backstab between us.-.

-This means you will be in command.-.

-With your dad, yes, as is normal.- You try to loosen her up with a motherly smile: -Look, I promise we'll get along much more than before, but we have to keep up appearances. Thus, we should limit the use of our powers with others, especially with strangers. We will have time to expand our family with your friends, but for now let's just lay low, ok?-.

Tina answers almost immediately: -Ok mommy, let's do as you say! I just require to have fun with big bro again when daddy is not home!-.

-Of course honey! Kim?-.

Kim mumbles doubtfully for some seconds, but then she sighs: -That's fine. But I have a condition: if we have to keep our roles, I demand full ownership of my form. No second Kims, in any circumstances, unless I say so.-.

You nod: -That's reasonable. Let's set that we must not take the place of another of us without her consent.-.

Tina pouts a little: -...fine...-.

You raise your eyebrows with a softened expression: -Don't worry, I give you my permission when you're alone or with us.-.

-Yay!- She brightens immediately.

-What if someone breaks the rules?-.

You were prepared for Kim's question.

-This is why I went out. When... if one of you two won't behave, well, you'll see what I've got. And if I am the one, I'll let you decide. Free rain. It can be doing some business... or satisfy particular requests.- Your knowing glance makes your daughters gulp. The prospect clearly fascinates them, perhaps the risk of your punishment as well.

Kim is the first to stretch her hand: -Do we have a deal?-.

You are pleased that your little plan has worked. This bodes pretty well for the future.

-Deal.-.

-Deal!-.

You shake your hands. As soon as you retract them...