If you give whoever’s inside Tina the pens, in all likelihood you’ll be turned into a skin. You’re in a losing position no matter what. However, you lose nothing by risking it.
You approach the pens, slowly, while keeping an eye at them. You instinctively grab the black pen, and throwing yourself to the floor, you manage to grab Claire’s skin.
You lift the black pen, your eyes posed on Tina’s body. You feel time stopping as you tighten your grip, hoping you’re faster. However, you feel your grip weakening. You’re overcome by a wave of lethargy, and everything goes dark.
You hoped to be faster, but to no avail. Whoever’s inside Tina was much, much quicker.
--
You wake up to distant moans and groans. You feel you’ve heard them before. And you’ve smelled that scent before – a scent of brine, yes, but also the strong scent of fruit-based perfume.
You also hear a hum – a buzz, maybe – very close to you. Rather than a blur of light, your eyes capture a shadow. You feel a tremor at your back and your sides; you deduct you must be at a bed, and something – or someone – must be shaking it.
And your deduction is right. Someone is shaking it – and you’re horrified as to whom. “Nngh,” you hear her, panting and gasping. “Fuck, this one’s tight.”
You try to push whatever’s blocking the light aside, but you’re still numb. Yet, you struggle to regain your strength, and you slowly feel your arms lifting.
As you do, however, you feel a rumble from something pressing on your mouth, syncing with the hum. The tremor intensifies, and as the blur fades, you can see the shadow jerking in strange ways. Then, everything clears – much to your dismay.
You’re seeing the open legs of a woman, shoving a huge vibrator inside her. And she’s about to explode, as you hear a loud yelp before your face is covered in a smelly, sticky substance.
“Oh, my God!” the voice exclaims in relief, between pants. “Damn, this is amazing!”
It won’t be amazing once I’m done with you, asshole. You push the woman away, but when you try to stand, you feel something holding you.
A belt on your neck, tightened to the point of almost choking you.
The voice – the woman – rubs her head, groaning. “Ugh! I should’ve bound your arms instead.”
And as you see her, you feel an intense wrath overcoming you. It doesn’t take a genius to figure whoever was inside Tina is now wearing Claire like a costume.
You can only scowl as your little sister’s face stretches into a nasty smirk, taunting you by rubbing her naked flesh. “You’re lucky, man. Your sisters are hot.”
“Fuck you,” you spit.
She laughs, taunting you further. She takes the vibrator and shoves it again, moaning. “Fuck! Never gonna get tired from this.”
“What do you want from me?” you ask him as you fiddle with the belt – and realize you won’t be able to escape as easily without dislodging your jaw or turning into skin again. “Why are you inside them?”
“Well...” The impostor grins, pausing to moan. “I need a place to stay.”
“But why with my sisters? Why not... I dunno, myself?”
“Why would I wanna be a guy again?”
Figures, you realize. It had to be a guy.
“That said – choosing your older sister was unintentional.”
As you see him toying with your little sister’s body, you feel bile rising to your throat. “Whaddya mean unintentional?”
“She was the first one – ungh! - who appeared. I figured – oof, that’s the spot! - that she was hot – jeez, whoo! - so I took my shot.” The impostor straightens, pounding Claire’s vagina with the vibrator. “Ngh... Say, where did you get ‘em?”
You wince as you see him enjoying himself. “Get what?”
“The pens!” he barks; you shiver, despite his reason being more mellow. “What else!?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“Because - gah!” You see the whites of his eyes from the intense spasm, his jaw unhinging. “Did you buy ‘em?”
“I didn’t...!” You grimace, fed up from seeing your sister defiled as such. You close your eyes and turn away. “Should I wait until you’re finished?”
“Nggh! Yes! That...” You hear her panting – Claire's panting – and it makes you squirm. “That’s fair.” You sense her moving closer, then kicking your shins. “Hey! Why’re you cloooooooosing...! Ngh! Closing your fucking eyes!?”
“I don’t wanna see you masturbating as my sister!”
“What?” he taunts, delivering a flurry of kicks. “I’m delivering a – fuck! - fucking spectacle for you – oh, God, that’s the spot! - and you’re squirming?”
“You think I feel happy to see some sick fuck jerking off to my sister? What would you say if I jerked off to yours!?”
“If they were as – oof! - as hot as yours...?” You hear him huff, turning Claire’s whiny tone into a gruff, graveling, strained one. “A’course!” Then, another kick. “Pay attention, dammit!”
You snap your eyes open, only to notice your little sister squirm with delight. The pounding intensified, her entire body trembling and jerking in unnatural ways. You see her curl inward, gasping for breath, before snapping from an intense spasm of ecstasy. You wince as you see the clear, viscous liquid jet all the way from her groin to yours.
“You know,” she says between pants, her face melting with pleasure. “This one isn’t half bad. Always wanted to know what was with virgin cunts anyways.”
“Do you really have to make this so fucking disturbing?”
“Why? You gay or something?”
“Of course not...!” You turn your face aside, snarling. “That’s beside the point? Is that all you care about? Jerking to women?”
“Of course not! That’s just a bonus. To be fair, all I want is a place to stay. Besides – you owe me a question. Did you buy the pens, or not?”
“I asked you why that matters. That’s none of your business, anyways.”
“I just find it strange that you got a pair of those and didn’t do anything.” You see the impostor close his eyes, deep in thought. “They aren’t yours, right? That was your big sister’s reaction when she saw them.”
“That was something I told her. Truth is, it was delivered here. Don’t know who – didn't have a return address or anything.”
“Really?” She snorts, leaning on the wall to recover. “You’re lucky, man. Or stupid.”
“Back to my question. Why an accident?”
“You must really be deaf. I said it was unintentional – your sister happened to step in, I figured I’d better take my shot, and I did. Could’ve been anyone else, but she reunited all the qualities – hot and young.”
“How’s that unintentional?”
“She could’ve, y’know, not crossed where I was. If someone else did, they would’ve been the one.”
You snort, shaking your head. “You’re telling me you chose her because she was just passing through? Who are you, anyways?”
“Trust me,” she cackles. “You don’t wanna see my real face. Let’s just say I’m already faceless enough.”
Faceless? You recall something he said – about needing a place to stay. “So you’re a crook?”
“Of course not! If I was, I’d probably be a lot better!”
“If you’re not a crook, then what? A beggar?”
“Bingo!” the impostor barks, mocking you. “What’s the prize, Bob?”
“This is unbelievable. You’re telling me you’re a homeless bum that stumbled upon my sister and that’s the only fucking reason you’re here?”
“Hey - I didn’t ask to be homeless! Tell me something – if you had no job, no way to get off the streets, and someone pities you and tells you they’ll give you something to better your life, wouldn’t you do the same?”
You nod begrudgingly, as you recognize it’s a sound point. “Maybe.”
“Well, that’s what I did. Now – yeah, I could’ve gone for a swanky executive, or some rich hag, but those aren’t lives! First one, I’ll probably be droning in an office, and the other one, I’d probably be dead in a couple hours. But when I saw your sis, I figured – yeah, she must have a pretty nice house. She looks healthy. She’s studying. And then I said, ‘sounds like a plan’.”
“And the jerking off and stuff was a bonus, right?”
“Of course! While you guys were sleeping, I was enjoying that hot body of your sister’s.”
“Then why put on my little sister’s one?”
“Because she’s hot, kid!” The impostor stands, showing Claire’s nubile body in all angles. “You know, she’s gonna grow up to be a hot babe.”
“Not because of you.”
“I just wanted to test her, though. In case I got bored with your older sister – I mean, that one’s more of my type.”
“So now what? You’re gonna keep my sisters as skins?”
“That depends.” The impostor approaches you, taunting you through cuddles. “I’m no fool – if I do, I’ll bring some suspicion. I just wanna see what’s the best place to move in.”
“Whaddya mean!?”
“Simple. You’re gonna help me get your mom.”
You shudder. “Why!?”
“Because it’s probably the comfiest. All I need is a little test, see if I could live being a mom...” She grimaces at the next thought. “If I’ll enjoy getting porked by your dad.”
“Eww!”
“Point is, if she’s good enough, I’ll move there. Otherwise, I’ll stay as your sister – and to be fair, if I can snatch a hot lesbian that can let me be a housewife, I’d stay as her.”
“And if I refuse?”
She cackles. “I was trying to be nice to you, kid. Give you a choice – live as someone else from your family. Or just let you choose who to be – I don’t care. If you help me, I’ll let you have the pen and choose whoever you want, as long as you’re out of my sight. If you refuse, though...”
You see the sinister snarl coming from your sister’s lips, and you shudder. “I’ll have to dispose of you.”
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