This choice: Tahira and Aisha (Reserved) • Go Back...Chapter #5Tahira and Aisha by: araki   It was a day to be remembered for the Husna family. The youngest daughter had finally graduated and she had not just simply graduate, she was also the valedictorian. Her soft, light brown, round face beamed as she delivered her speech. It was a nice sunny day and Miftahul's long hair, dyed brunette, glistened under the sun. It came as a surprise to some of the students and the teaching staffs that the girl suddenly one day stopped wearing hijab.
Gradually, Miftahul also started dressing more like her Western peers. Naturally those at school thought that it was the work of Selina, especially as the two girls, along with Caitlin were very close. Unfortunately, those who thought that were simply and utterly wrong on both counts. The reason that the valedictorian had a drastic makeover was that she was now one of Mark's finger puppets. Selina, one of the other finger puppets for Mark when he fancied it was also at times so much closer to Miftahul than anyone realised.
Usually, Mark liked to give his high-achievers body a different reputation after he or one of his clones was in control. The Husnas however had given him a different experience that he decided to keep their youngest daughter's academic prowess high or even at times higher than usual. Miftahul has also kept her clubs and volunteering activity, although it was in reduced capacity to provide Mark with more access of different people to play with, but also so that Mark had time for her picking up clubbing on the weekends with her girlfriends and some flings on the go. Sometimes Mark would also take Mifta when Mrs. Husna went the local mosque or soup kitchens just for a bit of fun.
So even as the baggy sweater and loose-fitting jeans gave way to tight-fitting tube tops and hot pants which she wore in line with the current fashion, some which were very kindly donated by the Goldsteins sisters, Mifta remained one of the most outstanding students and was predicted to go to either the Ivy League or some other prestigious universities elsewhere. There was even greater allure as under Mark's management, Mifta was no longer the rather timid bookworm, but a beauty that's not afraid to flaunt her assets to complement her brain. There was even a hint of pride from Mark as the last sentence of Miftahul's speech escaped his lips. It was only too bad that the toga supplied by the school hid Miftahul's curvaceous form too well.
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"Well done sis," Aisha was the first of the twins to greet the valedictorian when she made her way to her family.
"Nice speech," Tahira quipped.
The twins did not escape from Mark's makeover, the two of them were less endowed compared to their youngest sibling, but under Mark's ministration both of them were also dressing much more Westernised despite still keeping their hijabs at times. For Miftahul's high school graduation, both had kept their hijab but has opted for form fitting sweaters and skinny jeans that accentuated their perky assets. Aisha also wore a pair of pumps whilst Tahira wore some designer heels that put her slightly taller than her twin. Behind their sunglasses, the clones inside the twins knew that their attire had drawn some salacious gazes from some of the attendees if not some of the students as well, there was some drama and fun to be had if Mark let them.
"Thanks sisters," Miftahul grinned as the three sisters were locked in an embrace with no one suspecting that the three were just rubbing against each others in the most unsisterly ways. Although after Mark has entered their lives, the sisters were much more closer than they used to with some sisterly bonding activities taking place. "Well. we can continue this later, for now, let me take you around and introduce you to some of my friends."
Even Mr and Mrs Husna nodded. They were of course part of the charade.
"So what's the plan? You know, after this?", Mr Husna turned to Mark who was still lodged deep inside Miftahul. It would have been a wholesome dad and daughter moment if not for Maya sitting between them in the family's 7-seater SUV, stroking Mr Husna's shaft into a full erection. Maya was one of Miftahul's latest fling. The athletic, African-American cheerleader who had been going out publicly with the valedictorian for the last few weeks or so did not seem to mind stroking her girlfriend's dad's shaft even as she slipped her tongue inside the valedictorian's mouth. Neither did Mrs. Husna who was driving the SUV minded as she saw from the scene of her husband and father of three girls was getting a handjob from one of his daughters' girlfriend from the rear view mirror. Meanwhile, Tahira who was sitting shotgun had her attention towards the middle seat where the three were seated and recorded the whole thing on her phone. The only person in the car not involved was Aisha who was sitting all by herself in the back seat, recording some spicy videos for her subscriber-slash-simps.
"I'm not sure," Mark finally said, chuckling. "I can keep on being inside this bitch and see what's next, see what high-end campus this bitch can get to. See if I can build a harem in a college somewhere.", Miftahul referred to herself in third person even as she jiggled her tits which seemed to only made Mr. Husna's member to swell up. She had got rid of the cumbersome toga inside the car to reveal the pink lace teddy that she had worn underneath the toga. Thankfully it was a very warm day. "Or maybe I can hop into either one of the twins for a bit of a change."
Mark of course had made some plans which involved the Husna twins getting their own place for their next college year instead of living with their parents. It's part of the long term plan that he had. Living and corrupting the Husnas were fun, but Mr and Mrs. Husna's routine were starting to bore him out. Plus, he had started Aisha and Tahira on some platform where he was able to monetise some thirsty simps to be self sufficient, not that he needed it of course, but it was easier to do so than to possess different people each week and wire the girls some cash.
"Oh no,", Maya spoke up in mock sadness, " Are you going to break up with me?" The clone inside the supple cheerleader was clearly enjoying the roleplay and potential drama.
"Of course not babe," Miftahul grinned as she guided Maya's free hand to her prodigious breast, letting her girlfriend to fondle it to the clone's content. "Who's gonna lick my clit until I fall asleep?"
"You say the sweetest thing for a fucking tease."
"I'm about to cum guys!," the clone in Mr Husna broke character.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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