Chapter #12Reflections on Little Sisters and Stolen Skins by: Nostrum   You’re afraid of what two ego-driven teens might consider “fun”. Judging by their looks, it feels like they’re desperate and eager to jump you in. Katie's perverted look forced on your girlfriend’s face makes it all worse.
The long strands of hair sprouting from your – Tina’s – head and the weight of her breasts distract you somewhat. You feel the sheets in Ashley’s bed as if Tina’s skin was your own, and how her hair brushes on your shoulders, and it makes you wonder.
“Where should we start?” Katie asks in Jessica’s voice, in a tone distant from the real one. She leers at you from top to bottom with hungry eyes.
“The only obvious thing we can do,” Claire replies in Ashley’s voice. She moves towards Ashley’s closet and pulls a tight black dress from it. “Seeing me dress up because you two can’t bring clothes.”
You must have made a hell of a baffled face, because Katie blares into hilarious laughter you’re pretty sure you never heard Jessica utter. “Oh my God, Dave – you look like a deer watching at fog lights!”
“Well, duh!” Claire – Ashley – flanks you and wraps her arms around your waist. “Davey here probably though – oh God, I still can’t believe Tina’s hiding steel in her abs!”
“Yeah,” you agree, mortified yet relieved. “No wonder she likes to show her waist.”
“Anyways - since you’re new into this ‘girl’ thing, I figured we could start with something simple.”
“Like?”
“Dress-up, duh!” Claire leaves your side, snorting. “I know you guys wear whatever’s on your closet--”
“It’s not that,” you retort. “We just don’t spend hours thinking about it.”
“Yeah, but...!” Claire gives Ashley’s face a puzzled look, which Katie follows by giving Jessica her own variation thereof.
“Besides, as far as I know, Tina always wears the same thing.” You show them your older sister’s current outfit – the denim jacket, the tank top, the tight jeans – as proof. “Tell me when you’ve seen her wearing anything other than this.”
“Prom,” Claire lists. “Homecoming Dance. Plus, she has like three dresses like this she uses when dating or going somewhere fancy. And she has a business outfit as well.”
You give Claire a good, long look of disbelief. “How d’you know that?”
“Someone’s gotta give her the ‘other girl’ outlook. That shows you need to learn a lot about dressing up.”
“Not sure how that’ll count as ‘fun’...” You grab Tina’s bra and panties, feeling uncomfortable with the coolness in the air. “How about you let me dress?"
“You can stay like that,” Claire demands. “You’re gonna have to take them off after a while, anyways.”
“Eh?”
“I said you were new to this ‘girl’ stuff. And I know seeing me dress up isn’t your idea of fun, but I bet playing with Tina’s pussy will.”
Claire’s claim makes you swallow so hard that you end up coughing. “What the...!?”
“Davey, we’re big girls now. You think only guys play with their thingie?”
--
And they weren’t lying.
Katie can’t stop poking fun at you as Claire goes through a quarter of Ashley’s wardrobe, mostly at how bored you are. You feel incredibly self-conscious – not just by how you’re at their mercy, but how little you know them. You should know all about Claire, but she’s as unknown to you as Ashley, or as Katie – and the irony is not lost to you, since Katie’s wearing someone you know better. It’s as if you never knew your sister at all.
After getting bored with all the changes, she and Katie take off their clothes and flank you, letting you see Ashley’s and Jessica’s nude bodies. It’s impressive to see how a woman’s body can be so different in comparison.
Ashley’s body is that of a MILF in training – short but not stocky, with bigger hips than Jessica, yet her breasts have a slight sag and split, and her waist isn’t as slim. Jessica is the ideal girl for you – chesty, not so curvy (but you don’t mind), but despite having the same cup size as Ashley, hers don’t look as big. (Claire and Katie helpfully explain why – it's the chest size.) And when you account for Tina’s taller and more athletic body, you realize how curves are more of an illusion than you think.
That anatomy lesson quickly swerved into sex-ed, as Katie – still wearing Jessica’s skin – wasted no time telling you. “First of all, you need to relax. You won’t enjoy it unless you’re aroused.”
“Not like I have a reason to.” Which is weird, because you’re looking at three hot women. Maybe it’s because you’re wearing one of them (your older sister, in fact – maybe another reason?), maybe because you know another of them’s your little sister, maybe it’s because you’re still disgusted to know your girlfriend’s little sister is wearing your girlfriend, or a combination of them.
Or maybe, as Claire deduces, it’s something else. “We’re not gonna do you anything, Davey.”
“Whaddya mean?”
Claire looks at “Jessica” and sighs. “Alright, maybe not me – Katie looks like she wants to pounce on you.”
“I’m surprised he’s not desperate to jump on me,” her friend wonders. “I mean – dude, you’ve never dreamed of seeing Jess naked?”
“Y - maybe! But knowing you’re inside of her--”
“Katie, stop it.” Hearing Claire’s demand from Ashley’s voice genuinely surprises you. “I get what going through his mind. This is all new to him, remember?”
“This all feels wrong,” you mutter. “You’re not horrified to think I’m in Tina’s body?”
“To be honest, I like you better than I like her.” You both realize how horrible that sounded, because Ashley’s bug-eyed look followed a clarification from your sister. “I mean – it's not like I can’t relate to her, but she always sees me like a baby.”
“I still see you like a brat,” you tell her, pulling on Tina’s cheek. “Especially after this.”
“Yeah, but I couldn’t share this with her like I do with you! Like – yeah, you’re telling me this is wrong and stuff, but at least you went on with it.”
“You were pressuring me to do it!”
“Davey, you know that’s not true. All of this started because you wanted to wear this.” Claire emphasizes her point by pulling on Ashley’s own cheek, as well as her clothes. “Tina’d run away in the same situation, maybe even throwing away the pen. You’re willing to go through with this, on the other hand. That’s what makes it different. And I figured – well, at least we can share something.”
Your innards aren’t twisting anymore, but you feel your heart crushing. When, in even a thousand years, could you imagine your little sister wanting to share something with you?
“That’s why I say I like you better. Right now, it’s like having the perfect sister – someone I can relate to, that I know cares for me, but that might understand what I’m feeling. Someone I could ask for advice and won’t tell me ‘You just need to grow out of it’.”
God, you realize. Never imagined she’d feel that way. No wonder she’s always mad at me when I call her ‘Claire-bear’.
“I mean – we gotta work on the ‘being a girl’ thing, but that’s what we’re doing right now. Maybe a boy’s outlook’s all I need.”
“And what does that have to do with... uh...”
“Shoving your fingers up Tina’s pussy?” She snorts. “I promised we’d have a fun day, no? Besides – I promised you’d learn everything about being a girl, and that comes with the package.”
“You’re not serious.”
She looks at you, very serious – Ashley's narrower eyes squinting at you making it worse. “Dave, you need to stop looking at me like a little girl.” She looks at Katie and nods. “See us as little girls. We’re only a year or two away, y’know.”
“Yeah, but...” It’s hard to argue with that. On the one hand, her recklessness isn’t making you change your mind about her being the same annoying little brat you grew up with, but as you hear it from Ashley’s voice and you see her expression from Ashley’s face, it makes you think. Your mother always said that Claire looks up at you, just like you looked up at Nick when you were younger – the only other man besides your father in the family, and the only one your age.
“Yeah,” she follows. “I know it’s hard to think of me as a woman when you see me every day. I guess it’s the reason why I do this. Maybe if I looked the part, people would take me seriously.”
There’s a long and pregnant silence after she says that. Claire rarely, if ever, opens to you, and this goes way beyond that. She’s opening to herself, and Katie realizes that. (And if Katie has something to say in the matter, she’s awfully silent about it.)
“So, you’re not doing this as a prank or anything.”
“Of course not. I figured we could be partners in crime or something – not like we’re gonna do a crime or anything.”
“Breaking and entering’s a crime.”
“Not when you own the house,” Claire cockily declares, immediately breaking up the moment. “And you’re an accomplice now, so shut it!”
“Against my will.” You try to defend yourself, but Claire’s “Ashley gaze” breaks you.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. We don’t have a lot of time, after all, and I’m getting antsy already.”
“Antsy? Why?”
“Your whining’s consuming some of our fun time,” Katie says, berating you.
“And don’t come tell us that we’re perverts,” Claire adds. “If we are, you are as well! Now, stop being such a nagging Nancy and start thinking about a hot woman you’d like to fuck.”
Katie guffaws. “No need to. I’m already here!”
“Katie, you doofus! You’re gonna kill the mood!”
The humor at least drives your doubts away. You close your eyes and let yourself give in to your imagination. Feeling Tina’s round and perky breasts no longer disturbs you, and as you start indulging in your fantasies, you slide your fingers in your now-moist vagina, and after a little rubbing, you start to moan.
“Nngh! Aaah!”  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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