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-The neighbor kid...- He begins dreadly serious: -...are you dating him?-.

You're left speechless for a few seconds, why should you date another boy, and then, Kim is dating him?! But who's him?

-N-No!- You answer, although you really don't know if it's the case.

-Good. I've heard him making weird appreciations, and I don't want you to fool around with him.-.

Now fully realizing that you're talking with your real father, you try to answer as Kim would at his overprotecting behavior.

-G-Geez, relax Dad, I'm not some stupid girl.-.

He frowns, but he accepts your answer and dismisses you. Well, that was really awkward. But Kim is not seeing that guy, right? She can't have chosen another one over you...

"W-What am I thinking about? She's my sister!".

"Besides, if she's not in Dad anymore, where is she?".

You go back to the kitchen but everyone has already left except for Mom, who's cleaning dishes. You wonder if she's chosen her. Why would? Bah, it's worth a try.

-Hey Kim.- You say. Straight, direct, maybe she'll fall for it. Instead, she stops and turns at you with a confused expression on her face.

-Sweetie, have you just called yourself?-.

-Uhm, ah, yeah, just a lapsus. I meant, "hey Mom", sorry.-.

-I see.-.

...

-What's then?-.

-Uh! Right, erm, have you noticed something weird with Dad? This morning or, or tonight, I mean.-.

She thinks over it and then... well, this is really unusual. You see her reddening, like heavily embarrassed.

-...no, nothing weird. Why? What did he tell you?-.

-Nothing important. Don't think about it.- You leave without any other explanation. Sure her behavior was a bit off, but you can't really say she was possessed by your sister. Maybe she was recalling having sex as him, or maybe not, but in the former case, if you had continued, she would have posed more questions that you didn't know how to answer to.

However, you decide to keep an eye on her.

In the living room, Tina is zapping tv channels. She turns around and sees you.

-Sup 'sis, what's up?- She asks you quickly.

-Why this question?-.

-I mean, you were looking at Tom intensely before, like he had something on his face.-.

-Did I?- You then narrow your eyes inquisitively: -What are you doing, instead?-.

-Me? Just watching tv. Don't you see?-.

-Yeah... but you don't usually at this time. Kim... I, do.-.

She shrugs her shoulders: -I was just bored. If you want the remote, you can just ask.-.

Mmm... she's acting suspiciously indeed. Nevertheless, she goes back to her previous occupation and resumes ignoring you.

"Definitely keep an eye on her too.".

You decide to check on the last suspect: you. Your old body, that is. You go back upstairs and knock at your door.

-Tom, it's me.-.

-Wait a moment!- Comes your muffled voice, followed by your bed creaking. He opens ajar the door and pipes his face out.

Wow, this is really odd.

-What do you want?- He asks a bit abruptly. Kim's instinct kicks in.

-Well, I just wanted to check on you, dweeb! Excuse me if I'm bothering about my brother!-.

-No, I was just... ok, sorry.- He answers in a hint of panic. You slightly grin, feeling delighted at his reaction. So easy to play with.

-But I'm busy now, so...-.

-Busy? On Sunday morning?- This is definitely not your style, and you have the sensation that he's hiding something from you.

-Let me see then.- You kick in the door, making him retract surprised.

-Hey!- He protests as you invade "his" privacy. On the bed, you see crumpled handkerchiefs on the ruffled sheets.

-Oh.- You just comment. He's mumbling mortified and enraged at the same time, while you're just shocked by the sudden (yet obvious) realization that if he's really a copy of you, then he also likes to stroke your cock as you do. But... why are you shivering at this simple idea?

My brother was jerking off! Eugh!

But wait. You have fixed times for certain activities, and this derails from your normality. Then a suspect strikes you: Kim seemed to like as much as you the gender-bending experience, so why not try with the young package too?

A devious smirk reveals your perfect teeth. Well well, let's see if you're right.

-Listen, it's not your business if...-.

-You're right, don't worry.- You interrupt him: -You're a male, aren't you? Listen, actually I wanted to ask you if I could use your console there.- you indicate it, much to his surprise.

-You want to play videogames?-.

-Of course not, moron.- You have a perfect cover story that would tilt Kim off: -But you know our neighbor guy? The geek one? I think he's very cute and I'll ask him out, so I want to train a bit, you know.-.

-What?- He reacts as you expected, totally scandalized: -Him? But, but! He's, he's...-.

-What's the matter, bro? Have you got something to say about my life?- You press him. However, he lowers his head a bit and shakes it. That's a pity, you think, you thought you've done it. But then you come out with another idea to put Kim in a corner.

-Actually, you could help me! Play with me, Tom! You can teach me, your big sister, right?-.

He gawks at your proposal, once again flattering your ego. Is it always so simple to mess with boys?

He loses the capacity of talking with plurisyllables for a minute, but then he nervously agrees. You take the initiative and select your favorite fps game, and nonchalantly put it in the console. You sitting on the couch, resting your back in your bed, and he places next to you, still a bewildered expression on his face.

The match concludes quickly with your victory.

-Well, that wasn't hard, little brother.-.

-I was trying to adjust my level to yours!- He replies babbling: -And, and, and since when you're this good?-.

-I don't think I'm good: just beginner's luck.- You grin, staring at him in the eyes: -Plus, it occurs to me that you're playing like a noob. Do you know what a noob is?-.

-Of-of-of course I know!-.

He starts another match. Gosh, why isn't he yielding?

"I mean, she. She isn't yielding." You focus on the game, this time putting more effort into it. As you are used to during these cases, you lean forward toward the screen, and so it's another win.

-Hah! What's up, bro, not feeling like yourself today?- You turn toward him, halting at his manifest discomfort. But it's different from before, it's more... more something else which you cannot describe.

-L-Let's change the game.- He proposes. But it gives you another idea to make him crumble.

-Yes, lemme see.- You open your shelf and search for a specific game, one that would surely put the end to this story.

-Here it is. Mh? What's with that face?-.

-It's just... wait, why that one???-.

-What's wrong with this?- You pretend innocence as you study its cover: -GirlFireLove 3, and there are a lot of hearts here. It must be a dating s... a love story, right?-.

Once again, he's regressed to monosyllabism. So you plunge the CD in and a pink brightening menu screen lights up the glass. You pretend not to notice the low level of clothing of the two cute anime-girl in the corners, and cheers: -Uhh, flashy! I like this music, bingbingbing, it seems a frizzy game! Let's start!-.

For the next ten minutes you give proof of your best acting skills in pretending your stupor when you see the actual content of the gameplay, consisting of shooting random big-titted women making them lose their clothes with blazing animations, increasing the sweat on their body and the acuity of their cries. Your body is deadly silent, nor you're watching it.

-Oh my! Oh, is that... oh what an impudent! And those boobs! Bigger than mine, aren't they? Oh, I can't believe such a naughty game exists! Tom, how could you...-.

Suddenly, the pausing screen pops in. You didn't press any button, so it must be the other controller's work.

-Tom?- You turn around your face and look at him. But he's glaring further down your visage. You follow him and finally notice your tits dangling under your top, almost exposed by your leaned position, and your nipples ticking through the fabric. Since when...

-Why... why are you doing this...- You hear him murmuring.

-Uh?-.

-I... I have to...-.

...what's with this tone? You've never used it before, it's angry, it's almost bestial...

A shiver travels down your spine.

-Look, I-

But you don't get to finish the sentence. He jumps on you, placing himself onto your legs, and in a rush your old mouth is taking the breath away from your new one, its lips stamping on yours and its tongue creeping between your teeth.

-Mmm! MMM!!!- You protest, trying to push him, but he's too heavy for your frail arms. You then wince when you feel his hands clasping on your bosom, roughly grasping your mounds and pinching your nipples. It doesn't feel like under the shower. It doesn't, at all.

He finally has to breathe, and tears form into your eyes.

-Have you gone crazy?? For fuck sake, I'm your sister!-.

He looks at you like bewildered by his own action, but then throws away any reticence and assaults you again, this time inadvertently slamming your shoulder blades on the bed frame. It hurts. You snarl for his groping at your tits, and finally have the strength to slap him in the face, making him stop.

-I...-.

You don't give him time to answer and scratch him with your nailed fingers, finally forcing him to withdraw and moan in pain. You jump on your feet and dash out of your room, panic and confusion swirling in your mind.

Five minutes later, you're closing the sink faucet and wiping your face.

"He was... he attempted to... no, no, it can't be true!" You shake your head.

"I need to find Kim and solve this situation. This is... this is just a big mistake.".

So, you put all your efforts into this task, trying not to think about what you've been through. Which is nothing. Nothing has happened.

"Ok, where was I? Tina, yeah, she was my main suspect. It has to be her." You march out of the bathroom and knock at her door. Then again. Then, you hear TV still going downstairs. Oh, that's why she didn't hear you when you screamed before...

-Tina, we need to talk...!-.

But it's not her. Your parents are laying on the couch, watching some old romantic movie.

-She's outside. But honey, are you alright?- Your mother asks worriedly.

-Yes, yes I am.- You answer dryly, and then you leave. You eventually find Tina in the garden: she's sitting on a chair and she's turning her back to you. As you move a step...