This choice: Are you crazy? What will Jess think? • Go Back...Chapter #10Unmasking the Little Sister's Ruse by: Nostrum   Your mind is going blank. You can’t deny that you thought of this – when you stood before her deflated skin, it wasn’t your brain thinking, but your trouser snake. And right now, it’s telling you to go for it. That sultry look she’s giving tells you she’s more than ready for it.
But wasn’t that exactly what that creep was thinking? You know, the one that pointed the pen at her? You swear he said she accused him of being a sexual offender, and now she’s doing the same. You feel your skin crawl, since this isn’t the attitude of someone who suffered.
Plus, what if Jessica stepped in and saw this older woman atop you? There goes a year and a half of relationship.
Your mind’s starting to unravel interesting ideas but feeling Ashley’s lips on yours numbs you. They’re plumper than they look – it's as if she sucked them and revealed them when kissing. Her tongue savors your mouth, hungry for satisfaction.
But that isn’t enough for you to fall prey to her wiles. You move your head aside, gently pushing her away. “I can’t.”
She leans back, shocked and mortified. “Are you alright?’ she says as she touches your forehead.
“I am. Why?”
“Because I’m offering a good time and you’re rejecting it! I thought this was a guy’s fantasy.”
“I’m not saying it is, but I can’t. I mean... I got a girlfriend!”
“You do?” She smirks, but that isn’t enough to make her step away. “If that’s so, it’s alright. I’m not telling.”
“My sister’s friend with hers. Plus, it’s not that I don’t wanna be found – I love her, alright.”
She presses her arms on your chest, lifting her eyebrow. “That’s awfully cute of you. Makes me like you even more.”
“Ma’am, I already told you. I love my girlfriend. I...” You titter as she rubs her nail on your chest, her gaze inviting you to sin. “...I can’t do it.”
“Have you done it already?”
The question blindsides you. “Uh, no. Why d’you ask?”
“I can give you a crash course. You seriously can’t be a virgin at your age.”
“Ma’am, that doesn’t matter.” You feel she’s too pushy, and that unnerves you. “Besides, this whole thing’s all wrong!”
“Why?” she asks. “I don’t see an issue. It’s only once – the whole treatment, even. An opportunity like this doesn’t come too often.”
“Claire showed you that creep, right?”
That gives her pause. Something clicked on her. “Uh... yeah. Why?”
“You don’t recognize him?”
“Uh... no. Why?”
And now something clicks on you. “Because if you were the real you, you wouldn’t be doing this.”
The woman stands, crossing her arms. “What makes you say that?”
“I heard the guy when he turned you into a skin. He had a vendetta against you – it seems you ruined his life. Said something about ‘sexual offender’. What does that mean?”
She grimaces, finally stepping back. But that’s not enough for you. “You’re basically doing what that man did to you. So, you’re either that man, trying to ruin her life, or you must be someone else--”
“God, alright, fuck!” She explodes, moving away. “Jesus, Dave, what a party pooper!”
The way she reacted makes you shiver. It’s as if she knows you. “Who are you?” you ask, your heart pumping adrenaline.
“God, Dave...” You hear the voice of Claire from behind you. “You really can’t be this saintly.”
Your fear turns to anger as you realize what’s happening. “Claire!” you shout at her. “I should’ve known!”
“Yeah, well, whatever. Jess’s lucky to have a guy like you.”
“Claire,” you threaten her. “Give me the pen. No, before that...” You point at Ashley, or to whoever’s wearing her. “Who’s she?”
“You’re lucky about something,” the woman says before pulling off her face. The whole experience is unsettling, and the head that emerges from it makes it doubly so. “Sis is really lucky to have you, man.”
You noticed before, but you never imagined Katie had it so hard for you. You first noticed it as Jessica tried to shoo her off. You dismissed it, though, and never found it creepy – yet Katie’s wearing Ashley like a costume (sans her face, which she just removed), and was urging you to have sex with her.
That’s so wrong, and on so many levels. Claire deliberately lied to you, convinced Katie to join in, and watched as her friend was trying to seduce you, wearing the skin of someone much older.
Your big brother instinct’s kicking in, and after adjusting your pants, you lash at them. “I should’ve known. Claire, you told me you weren’t a kid anymore, but after this? Do I have to remind you that thing’s not a toy?”
“Dave, don’t act like you’re--”
“Claire-bear, shut it! As for you, Katie... You, of all people, know I’m dating your sister.”
“She’s only a year older than me. What does she have that I don’t?”
“Maturity,” you drop like a bomb. “I’m sure Jessica wouldn’t do this if she was on the same position.”
“Did you finish?” Claire asks, arms crossed and leaning in the hallway. “Because you’re not exactly Mr. Perfect.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t fuck things as much as you did. Claire, you’re doing the same thing that creep was gonna do to her!”
“Of course not!” Your retort has made her childishly furious, but her mind’s still sharp. “Besides, how did I find you? Looking at her, didn’t you?”
You try to deny it, but lying won’t do a thing. She won’t accept it unless you own up to your own mistakes. “Yeah, maybe I did.”
“And if I didn’t stop you, you would’ve put her on, didn’t you?”
“Maybe, but I didn’t.”
“But you thought of it!” she yells at you, thrusting her finger at your chest. “See - you and I are not different.”
“I said I thought of it, not that I’m thinking about it. And that doesn’t excuse your recent behavior! Tell me something – when you knocked me out, how long did it take for me to wake up?”
“Not too long.”
“Claire...” You heel her with your gaze, and she gives up.
“Fiiiiine...” She sits down, grumbling. “I saw you with that pen, but I thought you were someone else. So I knocked you with a roller. I thought you were dead, so I grabbed the pen and thought to run away, but I thought ‘if Mom and Dad see me without Davey, I’m gonna get in trouble’.”
“And what makes you think you’re not in trouble now?” you argue.
“Davey, shut up! Anyways, I start looking at the pen, and I see Ashley, and I connect the dots, but then I see your thing’s all bulged and I thought, ‘God, Davey, what an asshole’--”
“Hey!”
“Davey, shut! Anyways, I check you up, see that you’re breathing, and I say, ‘thank God!’. But then, I see your muscles twitch, and I think ‘shit, I’m in trouble’ and I press the pen!”
Your eye starts to twitch, and your cheeks blow up with hot air. “You did what!?”
“Yeah, I said it! And then I get curious, and I put her on, and I figure ‘cool, I can use them like suits!’ So I call Mom, and I tell her that I’m at Katie’s and that you’re with me – but I don’t tell her about the conk – and she agrees, so--”
“I gotta talk to Mom about that,” you tell her (figuring your mom’s getting too permissive) before asking. “Why put her on?”
She gives you a cocky look, then fondles with Ashley’s breasts. “Lemme give you a clue.”
“Jeez, Claire!” Katie slaps your sister’s arm away, giggling. “Stop it! They feel so real!”
“So you did that because you’re envious of her breasts?”
“More like everything.”
“Yeah,” Katie agrees, pushing her breasts up with her arms. “Jess already had big breasts at my age! But me? Flat as a board. Hell – Claire has bigger boobies than mine!”
“Not like they’re big enough,” your sister laments. “Phoebe and Krista have them bigger.”
You groan, rubbing your face. “So all this is because you’re jealous of your schoolmates? I’m not jealous of the football team because their muscles are bigger or because they’re taller!”
“Yeah, but if Jess told you that she’s got the hots for one of them and you had the pen, you wouldn’t doubt using it, right?”
Katie’s got a point, but you immediately dismiss it as you imagine yourself in the mirror, looking at a nude Ethan Miller or Jacob Rowynczky, and feel nauseous.
Claire senses it, as she corners you. “Yeah, I bet you’d do it.”
“So, you went to Katie’s yesterday to tell her about it.” You notice something that brings another question to mind. “You used the pen on Jess, right?”
Katie’s about to fib but Claire calls her bluff. “Yeah, we did. I caught Jess unaware, put her on, then asked Katie to follow me here. Then, I turned Ashley into a skin to show her. Katie decided to put on Jess when you called her.”
“So that was you!” you huff in anger.
“Yeah,” Katie replies dismissively. “That was me. Whaddya think? Did I make a good Jess, Babe?”
“That’s terrible!” You tower before them. “Claire, give me the pen.”
“Sure,” she says before pointing at you with it. “But don’t forget my thumb can slip.” As she makes you pause, you see a smirk growing on her face. “Let’s make a deal. You let me keep it, and I don’t turn you into skin. You don’t, and... well, you’re not gonna wake up in a good spot.”
“You wouldn’t...”
“But,” she continues, and her smirk grows into a sinister grin. “You can always play with us. Heck, this is the reason why I brought you here. Davey? I want us to be partners.”
“Partners?”
“Mm-hmm! And I’ll even give you a choice. Except for Jessica – Katie has dibs on it. How about it? You could be Nick – or even Tina! Just remember – I could be anyone.”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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