This choice: Tell Claire to check the pens • Go Back...Chapter #10Inside Comes a Stranger by: Nostrum   You’re pretty sure Tina wouldn’t forgive you if she caught you leering at her, but this is an experience of a lifetime. You’ve taken a few peeks at her, but never an extended, full-frontal one.
Your heart beats like a jackhammer pounding a drum, pumping blood into the most awkward boner of your life. And for good reason – Tina's gorgeous. She’s got a pair of huge breasts (which she loves to squish inside sports bras, but now spread out like soft pudding on her chest) and killer legs, and you also notice she’s packing some serious abs.
You also happen to notice she leaves her tush in full bloom, sharing the same light auburn tone of her long hair. You notice her small yet plump lips quiver with each moan, each thrust sending a rush that causes her entire body to cramp and shiver.
You feel a small hand pushing you away, waking you from your stupor. You notice Claire’s red as a beet, eyes-wide open, her shock only surpassed by her anger. “Davey!” she scolds you. “What’s the big idea?”
You shake your head, countering her accusation. “You were looking, weren’t you?”
“Well, I...!” She shoves you, pissed at your response. “She took me by surprise!”
“Well, she surprised me too!” You try to soften the blow by recalling your concerns. “Besides - Tina would never do this!”
“I know!” she hisses, but isn’t moved. “Still – you were ogling at her, weren’t you?” She taps your boner, making you flinch. “Oh my God! It’s hard!”
“Whaddya expect!? I didn’t imagine she’d be--”
“You pervert!” She slaps your chest, pouting angrily. “I can’t believe you’re turned on by Tina!”
“Should I ask what you two are talking about?” You shiver as you hear your older sister's voice barking at you. You turn, and you blush – she's still naked, her nipples at full mast and her hair messed up.
“Uh, hey! Uh... you’re naked.”
“Yeah,” Claire blurts, smacking your chest. “Can’t you close your door when you jerk off? You’ve got Davey’s thingie hard!”
“Like you haven’t jerked off before.” You glance at Claire, out of curiosity. She’s stunned and blushing, one second short of blowing up, but Tina defuses her. “Whatever I do with my body’s my business. I think you’re old enough to figure out what I’m doing, so I’d say it’s your fault you peeked.”
“I thought you were--”
Once again, Tina stops Claire before she can act. “C’mon. You’re a big girl. Like your hormones haven’t gone on the fritz.”
Your eyes narrow. You know Tina would never say that; she'd be livid, slamming her hand on your head and your shoulders, rather than acting cocky. You stand between the two, trying to defuse things. “Uh, we were just curious. I mean – the house’s a mess and you’re usually tidy, so--”
“Oh, yeah...” Tina rolls her eyes, smirking. “We’re gonna clean things as soon as I dress, alright?”
You glance at Claire again, and you notice her confusion. You pat her on the clavicle, trying to ease her. “Sure! And, uh... Sorry if we stumbled in. It’s just that, like Claire says, you usually keep your door closed.”
“Well, I thought you’d be out with your friends, so I figured I’d have the house for myself. Y’know, with Mom and Dad out and stuff.”
“We were gonna leave our bookbags here and tell you where we’re gonna be. Y’know, since someone has to know in case something happens.”
“Yeah, right...” Tina steps in, giving you time to whisper something to Claire.
“Get me that thing on my bookbag.”
“What thing?”
“Where are you two going, anyways?” Tina shouts.
“Uh, I’m going to a party,” you bluff. “With Jimmy. Near Stately Hill.”
She whistles and snorts. “Oh. Interesting.”
“And Claire’s going with some friends.” You then hiss at Claire, stressing your order. “That thing.”
“Oh, that?” You nod before Tina suspects.
“Cool,” Tina claims, assuming her bossy attitude. “You’re not leaving without helping me clean, though.”
“Sure, sure!” You pat Claire so she leaves, standing between her and Tina. You notice how your older sister ogles at your younger, raising your suspicions. “We’re gonna need something for the--”
“Where’s she going?” she asks.
“Uh... Getting our bookbags. Not much.”
“David, I’m not a fool.” She returns to her room, searching for something in her drawer. To your shock, you notice a pair of pens – one black, one brown – in her hand, which she brandishes as she sits, crossing her leg. “You asked her to look for this, aren’t you?”
You feel your blood draining from everywhere at once. “Uh... No?”
“Please...” Tina cackles, her face twisting into a sick grin. “I know you have ones like these. Remember when you told me about the ‘trick pens’? Say – weren't they supposed to be your friend’s?”
How does she know? You glare at the brown pen, huffing in anger. “Who are you?”
“For all you care, I’m your sister.” She fondles her breasts, giving you a flirty look. “The sister you got a hard on.”
“Who are you, you sick fu--!?”
“Ah, ah, ah!” She threatens you with the black pen, smirking. “You know what this does. You’d better behave – y'know, like the big boy you’re supposed to be.”
You snarl, as you’re outmaneuvered. You can’t help but see whoever’s inside Tina lick her breasts suggestively. “Then again, I don’t blame you. I got a banging body, don’t you think?”
You feel a rumble of steps rushing towards you, and you instinctively glance at the direction. Claire’s holding the pens for dear life, approaching you. “Davey?” she notices, slowing her step. “What’s wrong?”
Tina – or the imposter inside her – leaps and corners you, pointing the pen at the two of you. You notice how they’re focusing at Claire. “Oh look – I thought I told you to throw them away! Such a naughty girl...”
“Claire,” you say, trying to step in between them – and freezing as “Tina” points the pen at you. “She’s not Tina. She’s someone else.”
Your younger sister has bigger guts than you, as she doesn’t even flinch. She takes the black pen, ready to solve everything herself. But unfortunately, she’s not fast enough. By the moment she’s lifting it, the impostor clicks, and all you can see is your younger sibling deflating like a balloon.
You tremble in anger and fear as you realize the gravity of your situation. Had you leapt into harm’s way, you might have had a chance. Your eyes dart into the pens, but as you make the slightest lean into it, you hear Tina threatening you.
“Really? You see me turning little Claire into that, and your first thought is ‘maybe I’ll have a chance’? No wonder why she – well, I – think you’re so hopeless.”
Your hand trembles as you hear the imposter mocking you with your sister’s voice. You feel powerless, but all you need is a distraction. One that can prove her – and Tina, and maybe Claire – that you’ve got the smarts to handle the situation.
“Say, why don’t you be a good boy and hand me those?” The impostor keeps pointing the pen as he threatens you, without missing a chance to taunt you. But also... Tempt you? “Maybe I can give you a prize if you behave.”
You kneel close, slowly, watching for an opportunity. If you’re fast enough, you could use Claire’s skin as a distraction, giving you the chance to turn the tables. But you need to be very careful – else you also suffer your sister’s fate.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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