You won't tell him

You keep your hand down. You can't do it, it wouldn't lead to anything good. It is better that he knows as little as possible, for his own sake too: if he takes it badly, then maybe mom and Kim will react worst. This way, instead, you are all happy. You hail in front of the mirror in the corridor, looking at the lovely young girl with a worried pout on her face.

-This won't do.- You comment, arching your lips into a timid smile. Tina, no, you are very cute, irresistible indeed: your hardly wavy hair, a juvenile blonde, is delicately bordering a pretty visage characterized by two beautiful blue eyes, on which you carefully applied make-up but without exaggerating, and a thin, pink mouth. You could pass for a pre-teen if not for the body under that gracious head, a series of slender and juicy curves made even more attractive by fair and delicate skin.

You brush your cheek, a warm pillow to your finger, and your smile lights up. You're beautiful. You remember seeing this beauty blossom, transforming from the gracefulness of a vivacious child into the sensuality of a grown-up girl. You recall that kid too, the little sister you often played with, before you started to...

You darken a bit, but then shake your head. Enough with that. You go back to your room, where you rest with your eyes closed. Meanwhile, your hands move along your body, lingering on your sensitive parts until your moans cover your thoughts.

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-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...-.

-Mom, I'm going to my boyfriend's!- Some hurried steps signal that Emily is coming down the stairs to her room. Before you can react, she enters the living room aiming for the front door, barely looking at you.

-Bye mom, bye auntie!- And she's out.

-What a rush!- You comment: -I bet she was looking forward to meeting him, eheh! What's with that face?-.

-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.

You admire each other flashing lecherous glances, your bodies getting closer and closer, until you're wrapped in a tight hug.

-Jeremy used to love these jugs.- Mrs. Garcia softly says, groping her firm boobs. Two other pairs of hands join hers.

-He wasn't the only one...-.

-Wanna lick them?-.

You and your sister exchange a lewd grin as Mrs. Garcia sensually lowers her neckline. You take on boob each and fondle it like a water balloon, then you stick out your tongues and lick her little aureolas which are really too small for those mounds: the proof of a surgery which, actually, you don't mind right now. Her flesh is so warm and tasty, you would never guess it's just plastic neither slime condensed, or whatever you truly are made of.

-Oh God! They're so sensitive!- You don't know, neither care, if she's pretending or not. One of you proposes to check what's under your clothes, and you gladly agree. Maddison takes off her dress and you your shirt and shorts, while Mrs. Garcia keeps her tank top on. You then proceed to examine each other's ass, competing to see who has the biggest one.

-I've won, girls!- You celebrate smacking your own butt, your bubbly cheeks bouncing fluffily.

-Bien, I still have the best titties.-.

-So what do I have instead?-.

-Easy big sis, you're the sluttiest one!- You kiss again, with the glee of Mrs. Garcia, then you make another sensual pose.

-That's great girls, but hubby will be there in a minute. Redress and prepare yourself!-.

You and the fake teacher grin deviously. You then wear back your clothes and sit on the couch, starting a heavy make-out. Garcia's lips are delicious; you still can't believe you're kissing your old teacher (well, sort of) while enjoying the perks of a banging body like your mother's. Although it's always harder to identify as Tom. But the juice is worth the squeeze.

-Here's your surprise honey!- Maddison's voice suddenly says. What perhaps was a stifled scream echoes throughout the room. Mike's eyes are bobbling out of their sockets, his suitcase falls on the floor with a thump.

-Happy anniversary.- Maddie gives him a peck on the cheek, as if she was offering a romantic dinner instead of the time of his life with her own sister and some mysterious woman. He's gasping like a goldfish, so his wife takes the lead and makes him sit next to you. Your hands industriously unbutton his blue shirt, but when it comes to his belt he has a revival.

-Wait, this is wrong!-.

-Oh, don't be silly dear. I know you want this.- Maddison whispers to his ear while spitting a piece of goo. His expression growls and then goes blank, but turns amused when you resume.

-Congratulation, Mr. Allen.- You purr brushing his chest: -What better way to celebrate your wedding than by fucking your sister-in-law?-.

Your sister then murmurs something in his ear, and he looks at you with a certain submission.

-May I taste your boobs mommy?- He prays in a high voice as if he's trying to sound less than half of his age, with grotesque results. However, it's enough for you to lick your lips and wantonly eye your sister Maddison.

-Of course, honey.-.

Ten seconds later, his mouth is greedily sucking your exposed nipples, with you teasing him to drink all mommy's delicious milk.

In the meantime, Mrs. Garcia has finally managed to put off Mike's pants and his cock springs to life, greeted by a spoof surprised reaction of the woman.

-Dios mío. Señor Allen!- She exclaims in her coarse, excited voice: -Qué estabas escondiendo?-. You slide down a little, resting your head on his to admire the tanned woman engulfing his tip with her mouth.

-How is it, hubby?- Maddie sings stroking Mrs. Garcia's hair: -Does it feel good to cheat on me like this?-. Not that he can answer, his face writhing in the most disparate expressions. Maddison then bends over next to Garcia, lapping his balls while the teacher continues her blow. Deciding not to be left behind, you move on the other side, eagerly aiming at that abused rod.

Mrs. Garcia retreats with a gasp, and immediately Maddison kisses her husband's throbbing head. You doubt he would normally resist, thus Maddie's control must be really intense.

Garcia is now taking her role, sucking his testicles. You're still dry mouth, but at a certain point your sister steps aside and gestures for you to replace her. You don't lose any time, and your hard blowjob is acknowledged with a strong grasp on your hair to push you deeper.

For the next five, ten minutes you exchange positions, sometimes sharing the dick, other times taking turns while the other two stick your tongues in your throats. Then, you are completely naked, with Mrs. Garcia jerking Mike off, Maddison lying on the sofa with legs wide open and you licking her pussy, that is your own elder sister's pussy, while she cries your name and plays with her clit and Garcia is ablando, ehm, saying something in Spanish.

-Oww!!! Jessica!!! Si-Sister!!! Ohh you're so good!!!-.

-Ladies, I think he's ready for the plato fuerte.~~~ Mrs. Garcia chuckles, Mike being indeed groaning in hunger.

-P-Please, be my guest!-.

She doesn't need to be told twice: she places over his lap and impales herself with his trunk, instantly screaming in pleasure as the thick member sinks in her folds. The sight is enough to make Maddison orgasm, soaking your face with her fluids. You smile at each other, then you point out that she needs to repay the favor to her little sis.

She agrees.

-Uuh! You-You're too good for your first time! Who-Who? M-Mom or Emily?-.

-Actually.- She titters: -I was a very bad girl at college.-.

You smug, then welcome the climax. A body then hits you: Mike has turned Mrs. Garcia and he's kneeled on the pillow, plowing her from behind. Maddison crawls next to you, her thighs apart again, and wags her dampened pussy in front of the woman's face. Meanwhile, you fit between her and the couch, you stand up in front of Mike and you french kiss him, holding his nape with your hand.

After you've exchanged oral fluids, he founders his face into your bosom, his head almost disappears between its mounds, and he rocking turns it from side to side. You giggle again in consent, while behind you your two mates prepare to change roles again. You feel Maddison's delicate arms putting you aside, so Mrs. Garcia can lay him down and resume her balls-lapping of before. This time, however, that dick seems to be pointing at you, and with a smirk Maddison gives you her assent.

-Be ready honey, mommy is co-ohh!- You can't suppress a moan when it totally disappears inside of you, dilating your canal up to your cervix. In the meantime, you're greeted by the faithful wife who sits on his face and is enjoying his tongue. You don't think Mike has ever kissed those lips of her.

-M-Maddie your husband's cock is awesome!- You say in thrusts, eliciting her amusement.

-I know right? That's why I chose him that day! Mmm!!! For his... big, thick cock!!!-.

-Then you should, you should feel it too-fwah!!!-.

-No es bueno que la esposa no reciba el último esperma!- Mrs. Garcia agrees, lifting her face for a moment.

-Well if... mmm! If you say so!-.

You free yourself by his penis with a PLOMP, but when she lies down you lie on top of her, trapping her body with yours.

-I want to see Big Sis' face when she gets to cum!- You pinchily squeal. Then a pair of masculine hands grab your ass, and Maddison's expression becomes one of pure ecstasy, as you hear unmistakable soppy sounds under you. Observing her face changing from horny to aroused to distraught by pleasure absolutely compensates for giving up an orgasm; since she doesn't seem to find a rest position for her tongue that is squirting under her cheeks like a frenzied bug, you offer her your nipples which she gladly accepts.

-Do you remember when you were a kid and sucked Mom's tits? Uh?- You taunt her, knowing she's not in the condition to formulate a real response.

-Does she know that you're an incestuous slut? That you're a fucking cuckold who drools seeing your husband screwing your sister?-.

-I... She... oh yes!!!-.

-Girls, it's time to finish, estás de acuerdo?- Says a heavily accented voice. You rotate on your back in order to see the penetration under your butt. Mrs. Garcia, got on the furniture, grab your right boob from behind your back while she rubs your clit with the other hand.

-Oh God! I'm about to! I'm about to!-.

-Me too! Oh Jesus ohh!!!!- You finally climax and the wild shaking of their bodies implies they did too. You feel something squirting out of your vagina and you roll your eyes embracing the sensation. When you come back to your senses, the junction of meat under you is a mess of fluids, from where a red shape emerges and slips inside Maddison.

-Oh... that was... intense...- You mutter as you lay down on the carpet, leaving the two lovebirds to cling a little longer. You're surprised when you hear the front door slam, and you realize Mrs. Garcia is gone. Ops. Let's hope Kim and Tina won't find out.

-Well, it's my time to go.- You announce getting up, to Maddie's chagrin.

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

-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 redress and walk out.

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You stretch your arms, smiling blissfully while you reabsorb all the goo spread on your body. This is what you needed, a good, nice hour of masturbation to forget about your problems. Which, in fact, now appear to be futile and foolish.

"What was I thinking about? This is the best gift that I could ever receive, how could I throw it away?" You have expended a lot of energies and you're definitely hungry, thus you get up and saunter to the kitchen, not bothering of redressing. After all, at worst you'll give Tom a hard-on. It's when you pass by the corridor mirror, however, that a flash of brunette hair catches your attention.

"Oh shit! I'm Kim!" You must have shapeshifted at a certain point in your rapture, not that you can recall every second. Well, thank goodness you noticed before...

-Kim! Holy fuck, cover yourself up!-.

You turn around, pale in the face. Tom taking his eyes off you in embarrassment, and it means he totally saw you.

"Shit shit shit!!!".

-Eh, uhh, what do you want twerp?- You blurt, leveraging your memories of when you were really Kim. But now it feels unnatural, you are no longer that girl.

-Are you serious? It's you that, what did you have in mind? Didn't you go out with your friends?-.

-Well, I, I mean, I don't have to give you explanations, you... you stinker!- Stinker? What the hell, where did you find it?

While you're both searching for a way out from that red alert situation, you notice that his trousers are confirming your earlier theory.

And you think: maybe, if Kim is really out.

Maybe.

-You know what? Now you'll come with me loser, and I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget.-.

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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.