Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 12:52:30 PDT
From: Sissipus ! <sissipus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tradition of Change (tg, incest)
A Tradition of Change
by Sissipus
* * *
"Mmmmm, that was nice." Reluctantly breaking away from his kiss,
Candace sighed contentedly. "You've been really, really sweet lately."
Chuckling softly, Lee took her in his arms and ran his hands through
her long, blonde hair. "Hey," he told her, "It's easy when I'm with you."
The truth of the matter was, he had been feeling just a little different
lately. It was nothing he could put his finger on - just a feeling at the
back of his mind. Cradling her warm, sweet-smelling self against his
shoulder, he kissed her softly atop the head, needing no words to express
his love.
At just over six feet tall and somewhere around 270 pounds, Lee
certainly didn't fit the typical Chinese stereotype. Sure, he had the tan
skin, black hair, and brown eyes - but he was very much an American boy at
heart. Not only was he an ex-scholastic athlete, a college student, and a
fraternity brother, but his girlfriend was as American as apple pie.
"Don't you have a class in the morning?" Candace asked a while later.
"Nope." Smiling, Lee released her from his embrace, sorry to see the
night end. "But you do. A lab assignment, if I'm not mistaken."
Flashing her brilliant white smile, she said "Oh, those geeks can get
by without me." Candace was a good student - could have been a great
student - but held herself back. Like so many others, she had fallen victim
to the ideals and opinions of those around her. As beautiful as she was,
she had learned early in life that the smart kids - the browners - were
never the most popular. And she sooo wanted to be popular.
"Come on, you know you enjoy it." He hated it when she slipped into
her 'dumb blonde' mode, especially since he knew what she was capable
of. As they became more comfortable with one another, she was slowly
learning to just be herself, but he still wished she would drop the act
altogether. "Do you really think any guy wants to settle down with an
airhead?" With a scowl, he said "Sure, they may be good for a night on the
town, but-"
Not wanting to argue, Candace pressed her lips against his, stopping
his words with her tongue. It didn't take long for him to return the kiss,
but as passionate as it was, she missed the rougher, more forceful
technique of past boyfriends. She would never tell him - it would be a blow
to his masculine pride - but he kissed like, well, a girl.
"Okay, I think that's enough." Gasping, she pulled away, but allowed
his firm hand to remain on her breast. She loved the way he gently kneaded
the soft, ivory flesh, playfully rubbing his thumb across her
nipples. "Walk me home?" Letting him help her to her feet, she wrapped his
arm back around herself, content to enjoy his touch for a few minutes
longer. Finally, they ended their night with a brief kiss goodnight, both
aware that anything longer would mean neither of them making it to class
tomorrow.
* * *
Swish, swish, swish - spit! Still tasting the minty flavour, Lee wiped
the excess toothpaste from his lips and smiled. "Hmm," he murmured, rubbing
his chin, "Looks like we can get away without that tonight." Actually, it
had been close to a week since he had last needed a shave. For some people,
that was nothing unusual, but he was used to running the old electric razor
across his face three or four times a week.
"Must be all that healthy crap Candace has you eating," he chuckled to
himself. Giving himself one last glance, he called "Bathroom's free!" and
headed off to bed. He idly wondered if anyone else had noticed his recent
clean-shaven look, but didn't really dwell on it. Instead, he tossed his
shirt on the back of the door - not even noticing the fact that his Playboy
centerfold had disappeared - and slapped at the light on his way past.
* * *
"All right, I'll head inside and see if I can't get some information
out of those mercenaries we passed."
"No. Let Lee go." Grinning, Lance poked his best friend in the ribs
and joked "Why bully, when you can persuade, eh?"
"You really think they're gonna talk to a cleric? Hell, I'll be lucky
if they don't kick my elven ass out the door." Usually, he got right into
their weekly gaming sessions, but just didn't seem interested tonight.
"Shit, with a body like yours, they ain't even gonna notice the ears."
Grabbing a Coke from the fridge, Dave told him "Just take out your dagger,
make a few slits in your robes, and you're all set."
"What?" Jumping up out of his chair, Lee challenged "Is that another
fat joke?"
"Hey, cool down, bud." Always the peacemaker, Lance suggested "Let's
just stay in character, okay?" A little shorter and in better shape than
Lee, Lance was much what you would expect in a Chinese-American boy. Easy
going but not afraid to defend himself - or a friend - he was good to have
around.
Scowling, Lee sat back down, looking over his character sheet to see
what he had missed. Suddenly, he smiled, realizing he'd been set
up. "Funny, guys, really funny." Reaching for an eraser, he asked "When
did you make me a chick, huh?"
"Shit, you always play a chick, moron." Adjusting his glasses, the DM
pleaded "Can we get back to the game now, please?" Rolling a black die
around in the palm of his hand, he warned "Unless you get some help, that
Lich is gonna kick some major ass."
Bewildered, the dark-haired young man had no idea how to respond to
that. He wanted to accuse them of taking the joke a bit too far, but nobody
was laughing. Suddenly uncomfortable - as if he were among strangers - he
nervously reached down to snatch his binder from beneath the table. As he
flipped angrily through the pages, he whispered softly. "Son of a bitch."
Every character in the book was a woman - with the carefully chosen skills
and proficiencies to match. It was wrong - he had never seen these
characters in his life - but there was no denying that it was all in his
handwriting!
"Shar'alith?" Slumping his shoulders, Dave yelled "Lee! Pay
attention." Tossing a six-sided die his way, he challenged "Fuck, you gonna
join us in the tavern, or what?"
Lee just shook his head and stuffed the elf into his binder. Slamming
it shut, he replied "Sorry, guys, but I gotta go."
"Come on." Grabbing his sleeve, Lance said "We've barely been at it
half an hour. Stick around."
He wanted to explain, but didn't understand it himself. He'd been
feeling uneasy for a while now, but lately things had been getting
downright strange. "I've got an essay due in the morning," he lied
weakly. He hated doing it - especially to his friends - but he just wasn't
feeling himself. "See you guys later."
Watching him go, the others just shook their heads and returned to the
game.
* * *
"Oh, yes, yes - right there!" Tossing and turning on her bed, Candace
passionately urged her lover on. Unable to resist, she thrust her fingers
into his short, black hair and pulled him even closer. "Oh, fuck, Lee, Lee,
Lee!"
Softly and tenderly, he stroked her inner thighs as he ate her to yet
another orgasm. After refusing her for so long, he had to admit he was
enjoying himself. Her soft, moist pussy didn't taste at all like what he
had expected, and her musky scent was actually somewhat arousing. If the
topic of sex had been a family taboo, then oral sex had been nearly a
criminal offence. Sure, he enjoyed it when she sucked him off, but had
always shied away from returning the favour.
"Oh shit, oh yes, lick it just like that, nice and hard!" Panting, the
beautiful young woman reluctantly removed one hand from his head and began
playing with her breasts. "Sooo goood, soooo goood. Do you like eating my
pussy, huh? Does Candace taste good?"
Nodding, Lee looked up above her hairy mound and flashed his approval
with his eyes. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he gently pried her lips
open as far as they would go, allowing himself a long look at the pink
treasure beneath. "Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?" he asked,
grinning. "I bet my soft, wet, mouth muscle would feel really nice."
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me with your tongue." Feeling nasty, she brought
her legs back as far as she could, her knees resting next to her
breasts. As she watched her boyfriend go in for the final feast, her only
regret was that they didn't have a mirror above the bed so she could watch
it all. She'd never been such a slut before, but the more Lee gave in to
her requests, the more she wanted things her way. She'd never had a
boyfriend like this before, but she was liking it - a lot!
Lee's first taste of deep pussy was nothing he had expected but
everything he had hoped. Instead of confirming his darkest fears - after
all, a woman's pussy was a multi-use organ, producing blood, piss AND cum -
he had discovered a new taste sensation. As he noisily slurped away, really
grinding his face into her crotch, he was almost able to forget why he'd
gone down on her in the first place.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, unnnnnnhhhhhuuuuhhhh, aaaaiiiieeeeee!" No longer
caring who heard their screams, Candace squealed in delight as the pleasant
waves of orgasm washed over her. Snapping her legs around Lee's tan face,
she humped him frantically. Her pussy was so moist, she was half-afraid
she'd open her legs only to find he had drowned. Fortunately, from the way
he kept licking and sucking, he didn't seem to mind a bit.
Finally exhausted - and oddly content - the young Chinese man crawled
up the bed and collapsed beside her. "I'm really sorry," he said a while
later to break the awkward silence between them. "Nothing like this has
ever happened-"
"Shhh." Pressing a sweaty finger to Lee's sweaty lips, Candace assured
him "It happens to everyone, at one time or another. Besides," she added
with a wink, "If you had been . . . well, able . . . we would have missed
out on all this."
He had to admit she was right, but still felt like a failure. Dammit,
bored old men had trouble getting it up, not horny young college
students. Alone, his equipment problems might not have concerned him, but
too many odd things had been happening to him lately. He wasn't worried -
not yet - but it was a growing concern. The only thing that gave him any
comfort was the fact that nobody else seemed to have noticed. Of course,
that could mean he was losing his mind, but that was a possibility he had
no wish to explore.
"Yeah, I know," he smiled.
"Then what's wrong?" Raising herself up on one arm, Candace asked
"What's on your mind, really?"
Turning his attention back to the present, he said "Just trying to
decide if I should take a shower before heading home, or stay with you a
while longer."
"Head home?" Frowning, she asked "You got another hot date you haven't
told me about?" Playfully tugging his nipple, she whispered "I miss you
when you're not here. I love falling asleep in your arms."
"Huh?" Confused, he had to admit he did enjoy the feel of her
snuggling closer. The only problem was, he'd never been able to sleep in
anyone else's bed - never. "You like sleeping in my arms?" he asked.
"Of course, Lee." Kissing him softly, she reminded him "How many times
do I have to tell you that? Isn't a few mornings a week enough for you?"
"Ah, yeah . . . I, ah, just like to hear you say it." Too tired - and
too afraid - to argue, he settled down beside her, already dreading the
morning. Less than five minutes later, they were both asleep, comfortable
in each other's arms.
* * *
"Hey! Asshole!" Vaulting over the bannister, the hulking jock landed
right in Lee's way, blocking him from entering the kitchen. "In case you
hadn't noticed, this is a fraternity." Poking the smaller man in the chest,
he growled "That means members only."
"Yeah, funny Stuart." Thirsty - and in no mood for games - Lee tried
to squeeze past the sweaty senior.
"I'm trying to tell you to get lost, moron." With his hands on his
hips, there was no way anybody was getting past him. "Now, you gonna leave,
or do I have to call down some friends."
This was not happening, this was not happening. At least, that's what
he told himself. Not only was Lee a member of the fraternity, but Stuart
had been the one to initiate him. Sure, practical jokes were par for the
course with these guys, but something told him that the jock was
dead-serious. "You don't know me, do you?"
"Nope. And I don't wanna know you."
"Shit." Lee opened his mouth to argue, but decided it wasn't worth
wasting his breath. Dejected, he spun on his heel and stalked out the front
door, well aware that he would never return. It might still be a colossal
joke - he wanted it to be - but there was no way he was going to face the
pain of going through it all again. As much as he wanted to be wrong, he
didn't want to be proven right.
* * *
"Can I help you?"
"Oh no - not again." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lee asked "Isn't
this Mr. Sheldon's seminar?"
"Yes, it is," the middle-aged woman replied, "But I don't recall you
being a part of it."
He wanted to scream that he had been a part of it every week for the
past three months, but couldn't summon the courage. Looking desperately
around the room for some sign of recognition, he was met only with blank
stares, scowls, and snickers. Without a word, he turned and headed angrily
back down the hall.
"You're losing it," he told himself, "You've gone off the deep end."
Letting himself into the registrar's office, he tossed his student card to
the secretary. "Can I have a new schedule?" he asked. Shrugging nervously,
he lied "Seem to have lost mine."
Nodding, the pretty grad student scurried off to fulfil his
request. "At least I'm still a student," he sighed, leaning on the desk. "I
hope." However, while he waited for her to return, Lee couldn't escape the
nagging suspicion that something was wrong here too. Finally, it hit him -
he was leaning casually against the edge of the counter, when he would
usually have to bend over and rest on his elbows. Standing back, he
measured the height of the desk, coming to the inescapable conclusion that
he had lost a good four inches off his height. Impossible, yes, but it had
happened.
"Here you are." Smiling, the red-haired woman handed him back his card
along with a new schedule. "If you don't hurry," she warned politely,
"You'll be late for class."
Thanking her, Lee rushed out the door, unfolding the computer printout
on the way. Quickly running his finger down the side, he looked to see what
Thursdays had in store for him now. "What the fuck?" Scowling, he spun on
his heel and marched right back into the registrar's office where he
slammed the schedule down on the counter.
"Can I help you?" Obviously not impressed with his rudeness, the
secretary asked "Is there a problem?"
"That's NOT my schedule."
Still typing away, she looked over and visually compared the piece of
paper to Lee's student id card. "Sorry," she corrected him, "But I'm afraid
it is."
He wanted to scream, but forced himself to remain calm. "It is not my
schedule," he repeated softly. "I'm majoring in Criminal Justice - Criminal
Justice, got it?" Stabbing a stubby finger at the page, he declared "I've
never taken an aesthetics course in my life! Never mind shorthand, feminist
theory, business typing, or goddamned personal assistant training!"
"I'm sorry, but that IS your schedule." Losing patience, she warned
"Are you going to leave, or do I have to call campus security?" She had her
hand on the phone before he could even think of responding.
With a final curse, Lee ripped the schedule from her hands and stalked
angrily out the door. He wasn't going to let this beat him, he vowed. He
would find out what the hell was going on and fix it - all of it.
* * *
"Oh give me just the tiniest little break!" Struggling out of the way
too-tight sweatshirt, Lee hurled it across the room is frustration. Over
the past few months he had lost weight and height (not to mention his
mind), but rather than being too loose, all his clothes fit
skin-tight. Dammit, he liked his stuff big and loose! Sure, it helped to
hide his growing - make that shrinking - gut, but it was more a matter of
comfort than anything else.
"Just put something on and buy a few new shirts after class," he told
himself. Since nothing fit, he just grabbed a T-shirt at random and
squeezed into it. Blue, worn, and tighter even that the sweater, it would
have to do for now.
He let a weary sigh escape his swollen lips, but that was the only
concession he was willing to make. Shuffling across the purple carpet -
which SHOULD have been a dirty grey - he grabbed his comb and stopped in
front of the mirror. It too had changed - acquiring an ornamental golden
frame - but at least it still worked. "Time for another freakin' haircut,"
he scowled at his reflection. Why his hair had been growing so quickly was
just another mystery, but at least it was one that a decent pair of
scissors could take care of.
"Good enough." As the young Chinese man turned to grab his gymbag, he
froze in horror. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his profile in
the mirror - including his absurdly swollen chest! He was afraid to touch
it - that would mean proving its existence - but he did take a good, long
look. Lee wasn't exactly an expert on women's fashion - after all, he'd
only been taking fashion design for a couple weeks - but even he could tell
it was a B-cup or better straining against the thin cotton. Could that be
why the shirt felt so tight? Was this all some simple medical problem, an
allergy to something? He wanted to believe it, but a swollen chest didn't
explain the tight pants, smaller shoes, or any of the other things that had
been happening.
"Fuck it. I don't care if I'm late for class - I'm stopping at the
campus store and buying the biggest damn shirts they have." Shoving a
shaking hand into his pocket, he left his books on the floor and rushed out
the door.
* * *
"Mmm, not bad." Licking his lips, Lee muttered "Not bad at all."
Chewing idly on the end of his pen, he followed the guest lecturer with his
eyes as the young man paced the room. Not hearing a word that was being
said, the Lee admired the man's bulging biceps, quivering thighs - and the
erotic bugle in his pants.
Andrew Smith had been one of the school's top basketball players until
blowing out his knee. Now, in addition to pursuing a degree in Law, he gave
regular talks on self defence to the more predominantly female
faculties. Actually, he had been a little surprised to find Lee amongst the
students that morning, but the female students seemed to accept him as one
of them. For that reason, he had decided not to ask the young man if he
would like to leave.
As Andrew called upon a short blonde to assist him in one of his
demonstrations, Lee found himself wishing he had sat closer to the
front. "That could have been me," he sighed, watching the man clutch his
volunteer about the waist. Echoing the thoughts of more than a few girls in
the room, he silently wondered if Andrew offered any after-class tutoring.
Smiling, the young man began thrusting the pen in and out of his
mouth, sucking softly upon the warm plastic. In his mind, it was a
monstrously long, ivory penis gliding across his lips, its fleshy head
scraping across his teeth. Closing his eyes, Lee sighed, really sucking
now. In and out, in and out - if they had been alone, he would have dropped
to his knees and begged Andrew to fuck his face. Again and again, he
imagined the hard, throbbing cock invading his mouth, tilting his head back
to take the hardness into his throat.
"Ohhhh." Tuning out everything and everyone around him, he let his
free hand trail down to rub gently against his tender, swollen
chest. Wishing his imaginary cock would explode and give up its cum, he
began rubbing harder, pinching his nipples in time with the thrusting of
the pen. Finally, as his dream lover reached the moment of climax, Lee
sucked the plastic tube in as far as he could. Smiling, he was rewarded
with a sudden gush of liquid, coating his tongue and teeth with its sticky
residue.
"Oh, shit!" Cursing, he suddenly tossed the pen away, spitting a
generous gob of blue ink onto the empty seat next to him. Waving an apology
to the class, he raced for the bathroom, gagging on the disgusting
substance in his mouth.
"Augghh." Disgusted, he spat another mouthful of blue water into the
sink, somewhat relieved to see that it wasn't as dark as the last
time. Another few mouthfuls, and the water was finally clear. Staring at
the reflection of his blue-stained mouth, Lee realized he was
shaking. "What were you thinking?" he asked. Unfortunately, the question
only served to open his mental floodgates, exposing him to the shameful
memory of his kinky daydream.
He may have always been the odd member of the family, but he had never
been gay. "Then how do you explain it?" he demanded of his
reflection. "What the hell happened?" Thinking back upon it all, he felt
absolutely nothing for the tall, muscled athlete - but the evidence was
there just the same. Worried, he accidentally brushed against his inflamed
nipple, just now remembering how good they had felt. Pulling his shirt
tight against himself, Lee was shocked to find that it had become as tight
as the ones he had thrown out just a few days ago. Even worse, he could no
longer pass off the swelling in his chest as that of an overweight
man. What he sported now were not A- cups, or even B-cup breasts, but
glorious C-cups!
Refusing to deal with any of it, he decided to head home and sleep it
off - whatever IT was.
* * *
"Yeah? Well just fuck off!" Slamming the door behind him, Lee hurled
his keys across the road and into the bushes. He'd gone home to get some
sleep, only to find his room had been completely redecorated - again. And,
as if that hadn't been bad enough, there was some ugly, fat Italian guy
sleeping in it! Whatever cruel prank was being played upon him, he most
certainly didn't like it.
"Why - why would they do this to me?" Sulking, he sat down on the curb
and rested his chin in his hands. "The others I can understand, but even
Lance has turned against me." Actually, it had been his former best friend
who had dropped the bombshell that he no longer lived in the house. He had
admitted to knowing Lee - if not well - but claimed to have no idea where
he lived or whom he usually hung out with. And this from his best friend,
no less!
Lost and alone, he decided to look up his sister and see if he could
stay with her for the night. He just didn't have the strength to search
around for his new home - assuming this prank had left him with
one. Hopefully, things would be better tomorrow, but he was having a hard
time swallowing even that.
* * *
"Yeah?" Clearly angry, his sister sounded even worse than she had on
the phone. At first he had figured it was just a cold, but now he wasn't so
sure. "Who is it?" she asked from the other side of the door, her voice
sounding far deeper than normal.
"It's Lee." Banging his fist against the door, the young man pleaded
"Jennifer, you've gotta let me in!"
"Prove it." He thought he detected a note of fear in her voice, but it
was probably just his nerves. "You don't fucking sound like my brother."
"Come on. Let me in, Jen."
"I said to prove it. I ain't opening this door until I know it's you."
Lee sighed, forcing himself to dredge up memories from their past. He
needed something, some secret that nobody else could even know. "I've got
it!" First checking to make sure nobody else was within earshot, he asked
"Remember the family picnic when you got your first period?"
"Yeah, and so did half the town when dad found my bloody panties. He
was sure I'd been raped or beaten or something." Backing a few steps from
the door, she yelled "Doesn't prove a damn thing."
"No, but this should." Lee leaned in close to the door before saying
"I was the one who stole the pads from Auntie's purse for you. You were too
embarrassed to ask mom, so you got me to-"
"Lee!" Jennifer ripped the door open, grabbed her brother by the
shoulder and pulled him inside. Then, slamming the door behind him, she
raced back into the darkened dorm room before he could even blink. "On the
phone, you said you weren't feeling well. Have you had anything strange
happen to you lately?"
A high-pitched, almost hysterical laugh was his only
response. Finally, tears in his eyes and completely out of breath, he
gasped "Yeah, you could say that."
"How did you find me, Lee?" Still unwilling to show herself, she stood
facing the wall as she asked "Who told you I was here?" There was a faint
tone of accusation in her voice, but he was in no condition to pick up on
it.
"You weren't in your room," he shrugged, "So I just kept asking around
until somebody told me where you were." A half-smile on his face, he teased
"You shacking up with somebody?" As horrible as his life had become lately,
teasing his sister was comfortably familiar to him - something he
desperately needed right now. "Mom and Dad aren't gonna be thrilled to know
you're living in a co-ed dorm."
Almost too softly to be heard, she said "They won't mind."
"Oh?" Leaning back against the cream-coloured wall, he added "You
really think so?"
"Yes." Scowling, she spun around and let her brother get his first,
good look. "They won't mind, because YOU are my roommate!"
"Jennifer?" Frightened, the shrinking Chinese man backed up against
the wall and fumbled with the lightswitch. Finding it, he exposed the two
of them to the harsh, fluorescent glare, gasping in shock just a moment
before she did the same.
His sister was very much average for the family, standing slightly
more than 5 feet tall, weighing about 100 pounds, with a pleasant - if not
stunning - figure. At least, that's how he remembered her. The woman
standing before him was a good four inches taller, 30 to 40 pounds heavier,
with no breasts to speak of, narrow hips, and some good muscle tone. If it
wasn't for the very, very faint traces of hair on her chin and cheeks, she
would have made a great Amazon on an episode of Xena.
"Shit! What the hell happened to you?" It was only then that the
significance of not having shaved in weeks really hit him.
"Oh, Lee - I'm so sorry." Hugging him close, she cried "I didn't know
it was happening to you, too." Jennifer almost had to lean down to hug her
brother, which was bizarre because HE should have been 10 inches taller
than HER. What's more, she found herself easily wrapping her arms about his
body, guessing from the feel that he had lost close to a hundred
pounds. She would have asked how he could have missed the difference, but
knew from her own experience that their clothing was somehow altering to
fit their bodies.
She stood back for a minute and held her brother at arms' length in
order to get a really good look. Even if his size had remained constant -
which, of course, it hadn't - there were changes in his face that anyone
who knew him would have noticed. At least, SHOULD have noticed. His
complexion was much paler; his cheekbones were higher and more defined; his
nose had narrowed a bit; his eyes had brightened considerably; his eyebrows
were much finer and lighter than before; and, except for his sideburns, he
had no facial hair to speak of.
"I'm such an ass," she choked out a few seconds later. "Just thinking
of myself."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Frustrated, he felt like someone who had
just walked into the middle of a bad slasher movie. Following his sister to
the mirror, he cried out "No! It can't be!" The person in the mirror was
kind of cute, in a tomboyish way, but it wasn't him. He (she?) was too
short, too skinny, her hair was too long on her head (and missing from
everywhere else), and she had tits! Of course, Lee had noticed all these
things before, but never all at once. Each time something strange appeared
or disappeared, he had done his best to explain it away or just forget
it. To see all the changes at once, especially with Jennifer there to
contrast them, was overwhelming.
"Fuck, please say it-" Slipping a hand down into his pants, Lee was
shocked to find his cock missing. If there had been a pussy in its place,
he could have dealt with that, but there was nothing - just smooth skin
stretching right back to the crack of his ass. With a tiny cry of despair,
he fainted, never knowing how fortunate he was that Jennifer was there to
catch him in her unusually powerful arms.
* * *
"Mmmm." Moaning, Lee opened his eyes and smiled. Candace was lying,
naked, beside him and grinding her body against his own. Even though he
remembered the days when he'd just HAD to sleep alone, it hadn't taken long
before he'd come to enjoy this. "That feels good," he smiled. Suddenly, the
smiled dropped off his face as he realized it wasn't Candace, but Jennifer
- his sister! "Get away," he shrieked, "We can't be doing this!"
"We must, we have to." Kissing her brother's soft, full lips, Jennifer
wrapped her arms about his waist and rolled atop him. "Just let it happen,
Lee." As she clawed at his back and forced his thighs apart with her knee,
she told him "The . . . changes began coming faster and faster since you
showed up, and even faster whenever we touched." With a triumphant grin,
she finally slipped between his legs. "There's nothing we can do."
He knew it was wrong - the most forbidden act he could conceive of -
but found himself unable to argue. It was as if the two of them were linked
physically, mentally, and emotionally. Everything she had said was true -
he felt it in his soul. Concentrating hard for a moment, he realized that
the strange sensations which had awakened him were more bizarre than he
could have imagined. It wasn't possible, but he was privy to his sister's
thoughts and feelings. He was touching her and being touched himself, but
was both object and subject of those feelings. Not only that, but he was
smelling, tasting and hearing them both - at the same time!
"Doesn't it feel good?" she asked, roughly caressing his swelling
breasts. Taking a huge slab of D-cup flesh into that palm of her hand, she
sighed "Isn't it fantastic?"
"Ohhhh." Kneading her firm, fleshy ass, Lee groaned against her lips
and nodded. "It's like I'm kissing and being kissed, feeling and being
felt, fucking and being fucked at the same time." Rolling sideways, he held
his sister even tighter, now grinding back and humping himself against
her. No matter how wrong his brain said this all was, his body was in
control.
"Feel . . . feel down below," she laughed huskily, her voice already
deeper than his had ever been. "Feel what's happening."
"Holy shit!" Snatching his hand back so fast he banged his elbow on
the headboard, the young Chinese man shook his head in disbelief. It was as
if the two of them were joined at the waist, with no clear separation
between them! It wasn't as if they had both grown a cock AND pussy,
allowing them to be inside each other. It was something deeper and stranger
than that. "That's so wrong," he gasped, "So disgusting." Wiggling a finger
up her ass, he added with a grin "So fucking awesome!"
The two of them lay like that for most of the night, at times feeling
as one, and at other times feeling like completely different people. They
could feel the transformations happening inside them, but their fear was no
match for the hormones and adrenaline flooding their systems. Whatever it
was felt so good, they wouldn't have been able to stop if they had wanted
to.
And, the longer the night stretched on, the less they wanted to.
Finally, as the first bright glimmer of sunlight crept in the window,
Lee and Jennifer sensed the end was near. Holding each other as close as
they could, they locked lips and made one more lust-filled, erotic thrust
against the other. Then, in a moment of passion they could never hope to
recapture again, they climaxed HARD.
The entire world seemed to explode in a kaleidoscope of colour as Lee
came inside his sister and Jennifer came inside him. In complete disregard
for the laws of human anatomy, her semen was flooding his womb at the same
time his was flooding hers!
"Aiiiiieeeee!" Squealing with delight, Lee locked his legs around his
sister, never wanting the moment to end. All the suffering, confusion, fear
and agony no longer mattered. As he felt his world go slowly blank, he
realized he would do it all again just to feel what he was experiencing at
that second.
"Fuccckkkk yeahhhhhh!" Grunting with ecstasy, Jennifer dug her hand
into his back, maintaining consciousness for only a fraction of a second
longer. Rather than reminiscing on what had brought them to this point, she
was already plotting ways to try and recapture the incredible
moment. Ultimately, brother and sister - or, sister and brother - fell
asleep in each other's arms, not knowing or caring what their waking hours
would reveal.
* * *
"Won't you come in for a minute?" Smiling sweetly, Leigh tossed her
long, black hair over her shoulder and beckoned her new friend
inside. "Come on," she teased, "You know you want me."
"You little slut." Shaking his head in disbelief, Phil followed the
little Chinese woman inside, unable to believe his luck. He'd had his eye
on the short, voluptuous girl for more than a semester, but had no idea why
he'd waited so long to ask her out. He was definitely not shy, but whenever
he tried to remember why, all he could think was that the time hadn't been
right. Had he known the real reason - that Leigh had been a boy until a
week ago - shyness would have been the least of his problems.
"Mmm, you like?" Waving her arms proudly, Leigh showed off her new
bedroom to her guest. When she and Jennifer - Gene, she reminded herself -
had awakened a week earlier, the drab grey carpet and cream-coloured walls
had been gone, replaced by a thick peach carpet and baby blue paint. Their
beds, their closets, even their shelves in the medicine cabinet had all
swapped places. Whatever had come over them had been complete, ensuring
everything in their lives fit their new identities.
"Sure do," the tall man grinned. His faint Canadian accent had marked
him as different from day one, but this petite slut seemed to love it. "And
the room's not bad either." Laughing, he watched as her pretty little ass
sashayed across the floor, her yellow, fleshy cheeks showing beneath the
short pink skirt.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, hon." Giggling, Leigh put on some
soft music and danced over to her date. "Would you like to undress me, or
shall I strip for my man?"
"You think I'm gonna wait for that?" Laughing, Phil ripped off her
tight red sweater, revealing the huge globes of flesh beneath. Leigh had
come out of the transformation with huge, firm DD-cup breasts, quickly
finding herself one of the most popular girls on campus. "You mean that's
what they look like WITHOUT a bra?" Amazed, he just had to reach out and
take the wonders in his hands.
"Ohhh . . . yes . . . squeeze them . . ." Wiggling out of her skirt,
the young woman groaned in pleasure. It had only been a week, but already
she could hardly remember the man she had been. The thing was, it no longer
mattered to her. She was a girl, a slut, and a tease - and she loved it!
"My turn," she giggled a while later.
Dropping to her knees, she unzipped her lover's pants with her teeth,
poking his briefs aside with her tongue. "Oh, my!" Freeing his huge,
swollen member she began to drool in anticipation. This would be the fourth
cock she'd sucked since her rebirth, but by far the biggest. "If you cum in
my pretty mouth," she pouted, "Does that mean you won't cum in my pussy?"
"Nah, just means I'll last longer." Growling playfully, he reached
down and slowly wrapped Leigh's ponytail around his fist. Her hair had
stayed black - just as Gene's had - but had developed tons of body, a
lustrous shine, and now trailed down to her waist. Although she liked to
just let it flow over her shoulders and down her back, she loved sitting
before the mirror and styling it even more. "Come on, you little cunt. Open
wide." Using the ponytail as a handle, he pulled Leigh's head back and
rammed his cock inside her hot, willing mouth.
"Mmmm, unnghhh, mmmmm." Eyes closed, Leigh sucked for all she was
worth, thrilling at the feel of so much meat inside her mouth. Phil was
fucking her face with short, powerful strokes - just how she liked
it. Slipping her hands down into her cunt, she shoved three fingers of one
hand inside to feel the sticky cum left by Bob, and diddled her clit with
the other. How her brother could have resisted this, how he could have been
satisfied with anything less than his feminine best, was so far beyond her
as to be a crime.
"Shitttt . . . don't suck so hard." Panting, the college's biggest
basketball celebrity slowed his fucking, not yet ready to cum. "I'm not
gonna last much longer if you don't-" Suddenly, throwing his head back, he
groaned, filling the little Chinese girl's mouth with his sperm.
"Sllluurpp, sluuckkk, accckkk." Grabbing her lover's ass, Leigh held
him tight, milking every last drop out of his cock that she could. No
matter what, she wasn't going to let this rare treat go to waste. Finally,
reluctantly swallowing the final, hot, greasy load, she freed the fleshy
monster and grinned. "More, sir?" she giggled, licking the tip of his cock.
"Whew!" Picking up the small but heavy frame, Phil carried her across
the room and dumped her on the bed. "What's say I return the favour, then
we can fuck some?"
Smiling, she bit her tongue, nodded, and watched him lie down between
her legs. Maybe he wouldn't notice - she hoped he wouldn't notice - but
she suspected it would be the briefest bout of cunnilingus he'd ever
performed. Unfortunately - as much as she had wished otherwise - she was
right.
"Son of a-" Spitting onto the floor, he grabbed a handful of sweaty
bedsheets and wiped his mouth. "You've got some guy's load in there," he
complained. "I ain't eating that shit!"
"Your loss, lover." Shrugging, Leigh spread her legs wide and invited
"Come and fuck, baby." Blowing him a kiss, she whispered "It's just a
little extra lubrication."
That, Phil could deal with. Placing the head of his semi-hard cock
against her cute little hole, he asked "Do you want it?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want my cock?"
"Please!"
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, yes, fuck me!"
Damn, he loved doing this. He'd get the little bitch good and horny,
then slam every inch home with one powerful thrust. "You really want it?"
"Fuck yes!"
"What if I split you in half? Aren't you afraid?"
"Fuck meeeee!"
"You're sure, eh?"
Just as Leigh opened her mouth to answer, she got her wish. "Yeahhhh!"
Like a hot knife through butter, the eight-inch cock slipped inside her
cunt, sliding easily through the cum left behind by her afternoon
lover. Smiling, she began clenching her pussy muscles around her new man,
knowing he'd love the feeling as much as she did.
Phil fucked his little Chinese beauty for close to half an hour,
forced to play with her tits since she was too short for him to suck them
comfortably. For breasts that big, they were incredibly firm - almost like
implants. However, he'd slept with enough girls to know the difference, and
the fact that they were real turned him on even more. Finally, tiring, he
gave her a few quick, hard thrusts and urged his body to end it.
"Ohhh, un-huh, un-huh!" Scissoring her legs shut around him, Leigh
luxuriated in the feel of his seed splashing against her insides,
half-afraid and half-hoping she'd get to experience the thrills of
pregnancy. Again and again he came, shooting so much cum into her tiny
twat, she could feel it leaking out to run down her ass. "Yes, that feels
soooo gooood!"
Pulling his limp cock from its warm, wet home, the Canadian boy dipped
a hand inside and scooped up a generous helping of cum. Then, giving his
date a quick kiss goodnight, he rubbed it all over her face and
smiled. While he got dressed for home, he was treated to a show of the
little bitch licking herself clean. He'd definitely have to see her again.
* * *
"Ah, Gene?"
Looking up from his morning snack, he asked "Don't you knock?"
"Fuck off. I heard you and Sharon going at it all night long."
Shrugging, Leigh said "Only difference now is that the lights are on."
"Yeah, and you diddling yourself to half a dozen orgasms was a
coincidence?" Laughing, the once-plain, half-white girl playfully tossed
her damp panties at her future sister-in-law.
"Gene, I'm serious." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she adjusted
her nightie and held up a thick brown envelope from home.
"Is that from mom and dad?" he asked. Wiping the sweat from his bare,
glistening scalp, Gene scowled "You didn't tell them, did you?"
She considered teasing her brother for a moment, but something told
her this wasn't the time. "No." Looking awkwardly at Sharon, she said "I
didn't tell them . . . about ANY of it."
"Good." Giving his girlfriend - once just best-friend - a last lick,
Gene sat down next to his brother. Wrapping a thick, hairy arm about her
tiny waist, he asked "Well, you gonna open it, or what?"
Ripping open the envelope, Leigh found a second envelope full of
pictures, plus a letter. Taking that first, she opened it and read:
Leigh/Jennifer,
Your father and I are sorry it had to be like this, but we didn't
realize it was
finally happening until too late. Doubtless, you have a lot of
questions, but I think
this letter will answer them.
To start with, you are the victims (beneficiaries?) of an ancient
curse (gift?)
that has been in the family for generations. From what we know, you are
at least
the 12th generation to suffer (enjoy?) the change, but there may have
been more.
If you do your duty - as you must - then you will not be the last . . .
"What the hell does she mean by that?" Grabbing the pages from his
sister, Gene barked "Let me read it."
"Hold on a sec." Accepting the fact that she'd never overpower her
brother, Leigh let him have the letter. Turning back to face Sharon, she
asked "Can we have some privacy please?"
Shrugging, the brown-haired girl rolled off the bed and skipped into
the bathroom. Waiting for the door to click closed, Gene continued where
his sister left off.
. . . Nobody understands why or how it happens, but take strength
from the
knowledge that you are not alone. I was once your father's brother, and
he my
sister. Similarly, your grandfather was your grandmother's sister, and
vice versa.
You will surely find the compulsion to reproduce nearly impossible to
resist - as we
all have - but you need not take it any further. Your father and I were
pressured
into marriage, but at least we had a choice. As you must realize, our
culture does
not allow for the shame of a bastard line, so your ancestors had to
marry and bring
up their children together. You shall be the first generation with a
choice - do not
take that lightly.
The change happens randomly, sometime between the ages of fifteen
to
twenty-five. Again, we don't know why, but it probably has something to
do with the
urge to pass the curse (gift?) onto children. The family passes on a
good chance
for twins, Leigh, but if you and Jennifer have only one child, we must
warn you that
the compulsion to have another WILL be impossible to resist . . .
"Leigh's gonna be a mommy!" Laughing, Gene reached over and tickled
his sister's stomach.
"Stop it." She wanted to be angry, but just couldn't find it in
herself. Pulling her short white nightshirt down to cover herself, she
prodded "Keep going."
. . . Your father would like to say a few words now.
Hey, guys. I know you're probably feeling very strange right now,
but it will
pass. Once your bodies settle down and your hormones adjust, you will be
able to
lead a normal life. Also, you're probably worried about your new
sexuality, but you
will both likely turn out to be bisexual. Of all your ancestral
siblings, very few were
'straight' (so to speak) and none were gay.
I agree with your mother that you have a major choice to make, but
I
recommend marriage. You will never meet anyone who understands you
nearly so
well, and will always feel the physical, sexual attraction you are
probably fighting so
hard to deny right now . . .
"Fuck that." Scowling, the handsome, bald young man informed his
sister "Sharon and I are already talking marriage. We've been best friends
for years, and with sex . . . well, I ain't giving her up for you."
"Fine by me." Lying through her teeth - just as she knew he had done -
Leigh replied "You haven't got the equipment to satisfy me anyway - I've
had the best." Smiling, she ripped the letter from her brother and
finished the rest.
. . . Whatever you decide, you must have children, even if you
choose to
raise them alone, Leigh. For now, just enjoy yourselves, and we'll talk
more during
the holidays. Good luck, and know we will always love you.
Mom and Dad
(or Dad and Mom
- just a little joke to raise your spirits)
"Pretty lame joke."
"That's dad for ya."
"Shit. Is all that true?" Jumping onto the bed, Sharon laid her head
in Gene's lap and grinned. "No kidding - you used to be a girl?"
"You fucking bitch!" Startled, Leigh rolled off the bed and winced in
pain as she stubbed her chubby little toe. "So much for privacy."
"Shut up, Leigh." Worried, Gene looked down into his lover's green
eyes and sighed. "You shouldn't have heard that, but you did." Gently
stroking her head, he promised "No matter what I was, I love you and don't
want to ever let you go."
"Fine by me." Giggling, Sharon reached out and pulled Leigh back onto
the bed. "This is all so kinky, I love it!" Pulling the startled girl
close, she kissed her hard, shoving her tongue into her mouth. "What's say
we become a threesome?" she asked, finally coming up for a breath.
Leigh and Gene looked at one another, both knowing in their hearts
that there was no way they'd be able to refuse. The compulsion - whether it
be biological, magical, or something else - demanded that they have
children. And, if that had to be, it was unlikely they'd ever find a lover
as understanding as Sharon.
"Can you handle that?" Gene asked his sister.
"Yeah." Nodding, Leigh winked "As long as you don't mind me bringing
home a few friends, once in a while." Thinking back on the last few weeks,
she added "There's a certain Canadian boy who's stolen my heart." Giggling,
she added "Or, at least my twat."
Clapping her hands in joy, Sharon pushed her boyfriend down onto the
bed and climbed atop his face. "Come on, slowpoke," she giggled. "Sit on
your brother's pretty cock, then we can play." Seductively cupping her tiny
breasts, she pouted "Or don't you want me?"
A beautiful woman, a hard cock, and a mysterious curse - what was she
against all that? Smiling, Leigh did as the other girl suggested,
immediately loving the full feeling of Gene's tool inside her. Leaning
forward, she joined her pretty, multiracial lover in a passionate kiss as
they played with each other's breasts. For Leigh, the tiny peaks were
arousing in their daintiness, while Sharon was instantly awed by the heavy,
swollen globes in her hands.
"Mmmm, I wonder, wonder, wonder if they taste as good as they look?"
Grinning, Leigh invited "Why don't you find out?" Needing no further
encouragement than that, Sharon leaned forward and wrapped her lips around
an erect little nipple. Sighing, the cute little Chinese girl held her
close, entranced by the sensations. As much as she had come to love the
rough, insistent suckling of her recent parade of boyfriends, this was
something far better. Men had always been good for a spot of fun, but
anyone who could make her feel this good was someone she could come to
love. Not that she wasn't enjoying her brother's powerful thrusts upwards
into her glistening pussy - she did - she just couldn't see herself ever
settling for just that.
No matter what Gene might choose for his new life, Leigh knew in her
heart that she'd be nothing less than wholly bisexual.
* * *
"Leigh? Are you okay in there?"
"Does it fucking sound like I'm okay?" Huddled over the toilet bowl,
she was trying desperately to stop the world from spinning. She had no idea
what had happened, except that she'd awakened with a need to be sick.
"Shit, it's no wonder she's sick." Sharon forced her way into the
bathroom and climbed over Leigh to get to the tub. "The little slut
swallowed three loads from your cock last night, and ate another from my
pussy before we were done."
"Yeah, but can that make you sick?" Gene had never been half the slut
his sister was, and had only tasted one load in his life - and reluctantly,
at that. Sure, he'd heard all the horror stories as a kid, but really
didn't know.
"Damn right." Testing the running water with her hand, Sharon grinned
suddenly. "I do know a cure though." With that, she reached down and
dragged the little Chinese beauty into the tub, sliding the shower door
shut behind them. "Some hot water, a little soap, and a lot of lezzie
loving cures anything."
Already feeling better, Leigh allowed herself a small
chuckle. Wrapping her arms about the other girl, she asked "Wash my back,
hon?"
Gene considered joining them for a minute, but the high-pitched squeal
of ecstasy that followed Leigh's request told him he wasn't needed. Through
the glass he could see the distorted shadow of Sharon furiously lapping at
his sister's cunt, and Leigh sucking on her own tits. As erotic as the
scene was, he usually wasn't too horny in the morning anyway. Telling
himself that again and again until he almost believed it, he just shrugged
and decided to grab some breakfast.
* * *
"Sharon!" Whining, Leigh pleaded "Suck my tits . . . oh, please, they
need it so bad!"
Raising her wet, messy face from the other girl's snatch, Sharon
considered her options. Right now, she was eating Chinese pussy and licking
Chinese cock while brother and sister fucked each other silly. It was fun,
kinky, and tasted great. However, now that she had fully come into her
bisexuality, those glorious globes were a very big temptation. "Well . . ."
"Oh, go ahead," Gene laughed. Ramming his thick, seven-inch monster
into his sister's tiny snatch, he knew it wouldn't be long before he
came. The three of them spent all their free time in bed, even skipped
class on those occasions when things were REALLY hot. As much as he loved
being licked while he fucked, he knew he'd be shooting a gooey wad all over
someone's tongue in a few minutes anyway.
She answered him with a silly grin. "If you insist, hon." Leigh was
fun, sure, but it was Gene that Sharon loved. Her every decision was based
around what would make him happy, so his permission to enjoy some dyke-fun
was all the prompting she needed. Turning herself around on the bed, she
dove for the hot, yellow breasts and opened wide.
"Oh, yes!" She had only felt the light touch of feminine lips across
her nipples, and already Leigh was cumming. She had no idea what was up
with her lately, but her tits had become so swollen and sensitive, a wool
sweater and no bra could keep her in a perpetual state of orgasmic
climax. Her semi-regular morning puke had been a concern for a while, but
even that had settled down. And, of course, nobody was complaining about
the tits.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" His teeth grinding together, Gene plunged
deep inside his sister one final time. "You two sluts are just too much!
I'm gonna fucking splatter you good!"
"My face, my face!" Leigh squealed.
Sharon was quick to follow with "No, mine! Mine!"
Although they were sexually competitive, it was a friendly game. So,
like always, they found an even better way to compromise. As their mutual
lover was withdrawing his cock from its hot, wet prison, Sharon was quickly
rolling over to lie beside her sister-in- lust. Then, with cheeks pressed
hard together, mouths open wide, and tongues hanging out, they awaited
their treat.
"Ohhhhhh . . . shhhiiiitttttttt!" Gene collapsed to his knees at the
sight, but nothing could have made him lose control of his cock. As he
stared down at the two cute little bitches, he released his swollen
cockhead and began showering them both with cum. One spurt onto Leigh's
cheek, the next across Sharon's left eyelid, the next right into his
sister's mouth, the next almost up his girlfriend's nose. Then, finally, he
aimed the last few shots right where their cheeks met, already enjoying
what he knew would come next.
"Mmmm . . . unnnghhhh . . . smmmackkkk . . . sslluuurppp . . ." Leigh
had rolled on top of her lesbo lover, and the two were now rubbing their
cummy faces all over each other, kissing and licking and sucking each other
clean. Many a night ended like this for them, but things had taken a
deliciously erotic turn lately. While they kissed, Leigh would hump and rub
her tits against Sharon's much smaller mounds, the intensity of the
sensations nearly causing her to black out. She was cumming again - HARD -
and knew it would be a long, long time before she stopped.
"Fuck! You cumming or pissing down there, sis?" Laughing, Gene slapped
her on the ass and treated the girls to some kissing of his own. Leigh's
cum was dripping down to soak Sharon's already damp cunt, and the
glistening lips were just too much to resist. Laying between their legs,
he started low, licking his way up and through both pussies before kissing
his way back down. He knew they didn't get much pleasure out of it, but he
sure as hell loved it!
* * *
Leigh was sitting alone in the back corner of the bus, balling her
eyes out. They had all known this day would come, but she had secretly been
hoping her parents were wrong. The bitch of it was, she could probably have
lived another few weeks in blissful ignorance, had it not been for her
fucking brother.
Wiping the tears from her red, bloodshot eyes, she hissed "Damn you,
Gene." She slammed her tiny fist against the seat. "Damn you." He had come
back from class to find the two girls humping pussies against one another,
able to hear their groans from the front door. The tall, strong young man
had just stood in the doorway and watched, prepared to come to the rescue
and lick their pussies clean afterwards. That is, until they had pulled
apart, both covered in blood.
It had all been Sharon's - a gift from her monthly friend - but had
served to remind Gene that his sister hadn't experienced a period of her
own since the change. It had been a little more than two months, and Leigh
hadn't suffered through a single pad or tampon. Of course, that could mean
only one thing, a fact he had thoughtlessly blurted out as the two girls
rode out their respective orgasms.
"I don't WANT this." The bus was nearly empty - the only good news
she'd received all day - so she was free to cry and complain to her heart's
content. Leigh-the- girl couldn't very well visit the same doctor as
Leigh-the-boy, so she she'd been forced to go to one of the free clinics
just off-campus. It had been a humiliating experience, made even worse by
her own stubborn decision to go it alone. Of course, the doctor had
confirmed she was pregnant, but she didn't need any test to tell her it was
twins.
The only question left was how everyone would deal with it.
* * *
" . . . mmmmmm . . . huh? Leigh?"
"Shhh." She wiped the sweaty strands of long black hair from her face
and grinned. "Shhh, or you'll wake up Sharon."
For the first time in their new relationship, Gene was left
speechless. Every night this week, Leigh had insisted on sleeping alone,
complaining that she was in no mood for sex. The little beauty was barely
showing, but already suffering from near-demonic mood swings. Now, though,
she was riding his cock like sex was going out of style, bouncing up and
down so fast, her huge breasts were slapping noisily against her flesh.
Damn, she looked hot! "What happened to the ice-queen?"
"Shut up and fuck me, bro." Growling, she reached down and began
clawing at his hairy chest. "I need to be fucked, and you're just the man
to do it!"
"Fine with me." Gene pulled the pillows down beneath his back so he
could sit up and watch. Catching a brief glimpse of the alarm clock - 4:41
in the bloody morning! - he wondered how often she'd be waking him up like
this in days to come. Then again, she looked so damn sexy, he really didn't
care. "Get ready, darling." Gripping her wide hips with his strong hands,
he warned "Time to ride the semen express!"
"Oh!" As her brother began lifting her up and yanking her back down,
Leigh threw back her head and sighed. She didn't understand the mood swings
any more than he did, but now wasn't the time to care. "Sooooo goooood
. . . un-huh . . . I fucking love this!"
"Christ! You pick the worst times to get horny, you little tramp."
Despite her words, Sharon was smiling as she wiped at her sleepy eyes. "I
wouldn't mind so much if you'd just wake me up first!"
"J-J-J-Join in." Her tits were slapping hard and fast enough to make
her stammer as she spoke. "I-I-I-I'll take on . . . all
. . . c-c-c-cummers!"
As she crawled seductively across the bed, Sharon offered "Mmmm, why
don't you let me help with that nasty stutter." The other girl's tits were
growing by the day, and she was quickly developing an obsession with