The movie was boring. I couldn't follow the plot, although I usually can't at movies, since I'm usually making out with my date. Athena and I had done this countless times, naked breasts rubbing against each other, tongues intertwined, grinding our groins together in the large double-seaters the theatres always have.
Thinking back, though, even though my memories are so vivid, I had begun to question whether my memories could be trusted. Sure, I could recall every detail of it happening, the smell of Athena's arousal, the feel of her moist skin, the heat of her breath, but my 'Jon' memories seemed to say something else. Maybe that was the wish that the new Jon had made, though. Maybe everything was normal and he was just trying to make me crazy.
Whatever the case, it didn't help me enjoy the movie. Even Athena was distracted. And not with me, either. Sure, she was enthusiastic with the make-out session, licking, teasing, just like normal, but I kept getting the feeling that she was just showing off for Jon. It was cool that he had come along, cool even that he was sitting in the chair in front of us, masturbating, but Athena kept moaning his name, posing for him, even asking if he could join us.
That, of course, would be gross. He was, after all, my brother. Or me. It was so confusing. I stared at him, Jon, my old body, stroking his huge penis as he stared at Athena and myself, and tried to imagine being attracted to him. Every other woman in the theatre was staring at him with obvious lust in their eyes. Even the men seemed impressed. For the life of me I couldn't see what it was they saw in him.
Another wish, I had earlier deduced. Every woman would be into him, except for his relatives. Me. Sort of. Was I his sister? Was I him?
Athena squeezed my left breast as she worked her way down my stomach with her tongue. She was really trying to put on a good show. Usually she kept to the kissing and saved this kind of stuff for special occasions.
As she made her way down my body, I once again stared at my brother. The speed at which he was rubbing himself had dramatically increased. His other hand had reached down and had begun playing with his balls. Now would be the perfect time to grab the stone and make a wish, if only I wasn't so busy with Athena. That was friendship, though, sacrificing for the other person. How many times had Athena helped me out by rubbing oil all over my body in the 'hard-to-reach' areas? Letting Athena have her fun was the least that I could do.
'Jon' grunted, then moaned, and soon a fountain of sperm erupted from his penis, spraying all over Athena and myself. I sighed. He could have at least used a sock to catch it. Now I'd be all sticky and gross for the rest of the night. Onto my breasts, onto my face, into my hair the substance sprayed. I had to admit that the distance he could ejaculate was incredible. He could spray clear across a crowded room, and with enough accuracy to hit a woman right in the lips.
Now, however, he seemed to be spraying by instinct. Sure he could have painted my face, or sprayed straight into Athena's eager mouth, but Jon had closed his eyes to enjoy the moment.
Athena was enraptured. She rubbed the sperm into her body, every bit that had landed on her back she scraped up and rubbed into her breasts. She looked at my cum-filled hair with jealousy, obviously wishing that she had been in my position. She began to mew and coo as the scent of sperm hit her nose.
My mind was on other things, though. Well, thing. The stone. Now that Athena was distracted, and Jon's eyes were closed, I decided that it was my time to make a move. I...
