You’re stepping out of Jessica’s house, adjusting your jeans – or rather, Claire’s – as she shuts down the house. They sit very loose in her legs, but not her panties – and you love how they feel on your groin.
It’s still daylight, but it’s getting late – you spent another hour experimenting with your sister’s body, prompted by Jessica. Compared to the first time as yourself, this felt more intense – constant, perhaps, as Jessica started with her fingers and finished with her tongue, the excitement never ending as she left you sweating and panting.
And while she did, you understood why she’s addicted. It wasn’t your voice that escaped your mouth when moaning, nor the same sensation. Even the brush of Claire’s hair on your shoulders felt more intense – like your whole body became a sexual organ.
And by “whole body”, you mean it. A rub on your loins, a kiss on your neck, your nipples being sucked – everything just made you hornier. Even now, all you can think of is rubbing your fingers inside as you look at your bothersome little sister acting naughty. Yet, the thought of seeing Mrs. Hunt do the same quickly overshadows it – why settle for a girl when you could be a woman?
And that’s what you’ll do. Jessica stored the pens inside her mother’s purse, so you could do to your mother what she did to hers. Then you’ll wear her and go for a “ladies’ night out”, probably ending up in either of their beds for a passionate night of steamy hot sex.
You seem to understand why Jessica loves this feeling. She must be bored of playing with herself, and though she yearns to be with you, she fears it’ll get stale. But what if you could renovate it every now and then? What if you could make your encounters more adventurous?
The thought of having an adventurous relationship excites you, and you can’t hold it. Only as you step into Mrs. Hunt’s car – in the passenger’s seat, as Jessica intends to drive – you suck a lungful of air and rub your borrowed hips. Inside the garage, you feel safe enough to rub your groin and your feeble breasts, enjoying this feeling.
Ugh, you hear Claire’s voice echoing on your mind. Honestly – when are you gonna stop it? It’s so gross!
I bet if you wore someone like Phoebe, you respond, you’d love it.
And your response strikes a nerve. W-well... Only to get her in trouble!
Really? I thought I heard you telling Missus Hunt how to get boobs like her. (Oh, you’ll enjoy teasing Claire this way!)
That was... Oh, whatever! Phoebe and Krysta think they’re so great ‘cos their boobies are big already!
Don’t worry, you tell her. Maybe one of these days I’ll let you touch them.
It’s impressive how it took literally wearing Claire as a costume, tapping into her mind, to connect with her. Despite her image as a straight-A nerdy student, Claire’s not above the typical teenager. She’s jealous of her peers – especially the ones with big breasts – and dreams of kissing hot boys.
Of course, between her flaws, there’s her infatuation for that good-for-nothing called Scottie Kilmeade. (Hey! Take that back!) For some reason, that wannabe punk kid’s hot over heels for Claire, constantly hitting on her. And she’s biting. (You’d think different if you knew him better!)
And despite those random furious thoughts (Hey!), having this inner dialogue in your mind has made you understand her. She’s insecure, using her bratty and show-off attitude as a safety blanket. She’d love to experience popularity at least once, or at least be comfortable with school life without Phoebe and Krysta ruining it.
But what you least expected was to realize she idolizes you. (Which makes you wearing me the most disappointing thing in my entire life!) She admires you – or admired, judging by her reaction – that you have no bullies, a few solid friends, good grades to get into MTSU easily, and even a significant other. She feels she’ll never have it as easy as you.
Which is why she seems distant. She wants to prove she can have a successful school life on her own, without your guidance. And she’s especially bothered that you think she’s still a child because of it.
Your trance ends when you hear Jessica snapping her fingers. “Hey. You’re daydreaming about what we just did?”
“Naw,” you respond. “It’s just that... I never understood Claire until now. I kinda feel bad I’m doing this to her.”
“Is that so?” She rubs one of your thighs, smirking suggestively. “You didn’t feel bad moments ago.”
“Well, this can be pretty addictive. But I mean it – I never imagined Claire looked out at me.”
Her smirk wavers, turning more genuine. “You must be tortured to hear her disappointed by your actions, aren’t you?”
“Kinda.” (You wouldn’t say tortured but fed up – and yet, you’re getting there.)
“I get you. Mom’s mortified – she's wondering where I went wrong. And I’m like ‘I haven’t gone wrong, Mom. I’m just satisfying my curiosity’.”
Her revelation stuns you, considering she’s still wearing her mother and speaking in her voice. “Are you?”
“Yeah! I mean – I've always wondered whether you thought Mom was hot, because... let’s be honest, she looks fine for her age.”
“I was also honest when I said I expect you end up as beautiful as her when you’re in your forties.”
“Really?” She whines, but not from pain or sadness. “David!”
“It was kinda odd when you put on your mom’s face, but I got a better idea of how you’ll look.”
“If not, I can always look for someone better.” You cautiously eye her, as she didn’t hesitate when she said that. “Not Mom, of course – but who knows.”
As she says that, you feel it’d be a shame. For her age, Mrs. Hunt conserves herself young – the very definition of a MILF. (Or in your case, a MIAF – a “mother I already fucked”.) If the pen didn’t turn real people into skins – if you could just use very realistic disguises, as Claire thought you were doing, you wouldn’t feel so guilty.
You notice Jessica’s taking a different route. It shouldn’t take long to arrive to your house, but she’s taking a different route – to the old shops cornering your neighborhood. “Uh,” you point out to her. “You’re going the wrong way.”
“I know,” she tells you. “I just want to feel your lips again. I want to feel the thrill that they might find out about our secret relationship.”
Once again, Jessica’s sudden change in behavior worries you. But you do find yourself enticed by the idea of sucking on your girlfriend’s mother’s lips with your little sister’s own...
--
“Hi, Mom,” you say as you step in. “I brought someone who wants to see you.”
“Who is it?” Your mother turns around and her mood lights up as she sees Mrs. Hunt. “Denise! What brings you here?”
“I was doing the groceries and I mentioned Claire I haven’t talked to you in a while, so she offered to accompany me.”
“You know how married life is,” your mother replies. “Always having to cook. Say, where’s David?”
“He’s with Jess,” you lie. “I was wondering where he was, so I followed him – turns out, he couldn’t be more boring. When’s Dad coming?”
“You know he’s on a work meeting.” (That’s always struck you odd.) “He’ll probably be here by dinner, or maybe earlier – but never late.”
“I see...” You approach Jessica, whispering to her ear. “I’m gonna need the pen.”
“Why?”
“Tina’s upstairs. Distract Mom while I deal with her.”
“Alright,” she says as she gives the black pen to you.
“So, um, I’ll leave you two to talk while I check on Tina, alright?” You slip away, rushing up the stairs in the direction of your older sister’s bedroom. As usual, she’s hard on her college homework while listening to music from her computer – a perfect distraction for you to zap her.
Except she notices you arrive as she turns to meet you, taking off her earphones. “Claire? How many times I told you not to run up the stairs?”
“How did you know?” you say, hiding the pen.
“I can feel it,” she says as she stomps the floor, proving her point as you hear the sound it makes. “What do you need me for?”
“Uh,” you say as you giggle nervously. “Just... checking what you’re doing.”
“Well, I was doing an important work for next week, but now you’re distracting me. Anything else?”
“No, not really. Just... keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Then don’t bother me – I gotta finish this by Wednesday and I still have a test to study for.” She almost turns around, but she looks at you. “Are you here because Davey did something?”
“No,” you lie gleefully.
“That’s about the only thing you bother me for. Claire, if Davey bothers you, tell Mom about it. And make sure he’s really bothering you and you’re not bothering him instead, okay?”
“Okay, okay!” You roll your eyes, furious. “But Davey didn’t do anything – I just wanted to check on you, alright?”
“Do you have homework for Monday?”
“Yeah, but I already finished it.” (On this, you don’t lie – Claire does her homework on Friday to have Saturday and Sunday for herself.)
“Good. Then stop bothering me.” She turns around, slamming the door. You stay nearby and wait, figuring you’ll need to catch her unaware or else she’ll cause trouble.
You slowly spin the knob, trying to make no sound. You glance in, noticing Tina’s distracted by the music. You shove the pen inside, but as you try to aim, she notices you. She barely has time to react before she deflates. “Claire! What’s the mea...”
As she deflates, a thought runs through you. A thought that Claire, of all people, suggests.
Hey. How would it feel to wear Tina?
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