Sandra held his hand as the walked together, underneath the moon. No one else was in sight. An excited thrill buzzing beneath her skin.
"What if someone sees us?" Sandra asked him.
"Then they can watch..." he said. Turning to her, his bare, chisled chest and abs illuminated in the moonlight,' he leaned in and kissed her. Sandra kissed back, and they fell back on to the sand. He held her in one arm and stroked her body with the other. Down her face, down her neck and chest, carassing one of her breasts and across her stomach and wide hips. He suddenly pulled off her bikini leaving her nude.
Her body met the air, and her skin began to tingle in anticipation. One hand gripped her breast, wile the other slipped between her legs. She moaned in pleasure, and his hands worked harder to please her. She gasped as he tweaked her nipple.
Flash now they were both nude. He was standing infront of her, and she was knealing. Sandra saw her prize, and reached for it, an erotic thrill shooting through her nerves, like a static shock. She grabbed his member eagerly and began lowing her face to it. She was about to taste it, when-
Sandra sat up in bed, suddenly awake. She fought back a wave of nausia and took stock. Her top was askew, baring one of her breasts, where her hand had slipped into her top to squeeze it, and her other hand was buried in her crotch from where she could still feel the sensations of pleasuring herself. But all of that was temporarily forgotten as she tried to keep herself from throwing up. Realizing it was a lost cause, she made a mad dash for the bathroom. Luckily, it was still dark outside, meaning, Zoe as the eldest, who had first rights to the bathroom on school mornings, was not yet up.
She evacuated the contents of her stomach but eventually found her strength again. She stood up, grimacing and holding her stomach, figuring that maybe she just had too much to drink last night at...Thats right... She decided it was futile to try and go back to sleep, so she went downstairs to have a cigarette. Slowly the events of last night, and the dream from earlier came back to her, but the cigarette actually helped. For once, she was happy for the habit.
She had the day off today, so could not look to her job for an escape from the weirdness of last night. It seemed her sister's wish was still active on her. By now, she could guess what happened...She had finally crossed the last barrier of womanhood by adapting her sisters sexuality as a heterosexual 40 year old woman.
But somehow the wish had affected someone else. Sandra knew that it was the wish that was responsible for turning her girlfriend into her daughter, but couldnt make sense of it...if only she had the stone still!
She heard the back door open and turned to see Sherry step out, a cigarette in her hands. "How was work last night?" she asked. Was something weird about the way she said it?
"Fine..." Sandra started. "It was...good, fine..." not sure how much she should say. She didnt know how to explain it, what with having lied to her about staying late, and about having a girldriend. But she had to tell her, even if she lied about the circumstances...
"No...it...something...weird...happened last night...i think your wish is still affecting me..." She had to tell her.
"After we finished up last night, i was...working with this other girl, younger than me...and well, i thought she was attractive and all, and we were saying goodbye, but then we changed..." at this point Sherry was listening, but hid her true feelings. How dare Sandra lie to her! She KNEW what actually happened...She kept her expression neutral but let her continue.
Sandra's hands were shaking, and she took a breath to steady herself. The whole situation was still freaky. "Umm...we-uh..." her voice faltered. "She changed until she looked a little like me, but younger, and then she called me mom. She said that she hopes "whatever is going on between me and dad can be worked out." and said to tell "Aunt Sherry, Zoe and Mikey she said hey. She TURNED IN to my blood related daughter! I even saw a picture of us all together at her college graduation. We were standing right next to her!"
"We? We who?" Sharon asked, curious. Her magic tv didnt show her any pictures as she watched Sandra freak out and leave her new daughter's apartment.
"Me and some guy! We were standing beside her! Its like i was there with them both when she graduated from Lake Point University!" Sandra blurted it out so fast she had to catch her breath.
Sherry was shocked. "Wait, how did you know where she graduated from?" she asked, suddenly worried.
They both stood, silent, for a moment before Sandra spoke. "I...she...I don't know...but -" she stopped a surprised look on her face, before retching again, and running inside clutching her stomach, and holding her hand over her mouth, leaving Sherry alone to her thoughts.
Something was strange about what Sandra had said. She didnt expect her to have memories of her daughter's life. She just...she felt a wave of guilt at forcing another change on her sister, but excused it. Sherry needed to move on. She was a 40 year old woman now, not some teenage boy! She-
"HrRK!" she grabbed her stomach and covered her mouth, overcome by another wave of nausea and rushed inside and up to her own bathroom. Once she was finished evacuating her stomach, a thought occured to her...She counted out on her fingers, then again, then again. "Oh, no..."
Meanwhile, in the other bathroom, Sandra wandered what she did to get so sick. She didnt drink that much last night. Yeah, she was a woman now, but one glass of wine wasn't going to make somebody sick the next morning!
She was just finishing cleaning up when there came a gentle knocking on the bathroom door. "Aunt Sandra?" came Zoe's voice from the other side.
"Yeah, just done now." she opened the door to leave and saw Zoe standing in her black robe, holding her bath things, a worried look on her face. "You okay? I heard you earlier too..." she asked.
"Yeah, yeah. No worries. Must have been some bad food is all..." She said, barely blinking at being called Aunt Sandra. She faked a smile and walked out, leaving Zoe to get started on her morning routine.
She went down to try and eat something, making herself some eggs and toast. She also cooked some for Mikey and Zoe, while she was at it. Mikey would be getting up soon amd Zoe would be out of the shower soon.
She sat down to eat, grabbing a cup of coffee. She started eating, but felt her meal was lacking...something...she went back to the fridge and looked. No. No. No...yes! Grabbing the mustard, she went back to her plate squirting it over her eggs. Without thinking about it, she took a bite. "Mmmm!" she exclaimed. It was delicious!
Sherry came down a while later, looking worried, but dressed for work. She walked by to grab her self a cup of coffee but stopped looking at what was left on her sister's plate. The eggs were gone and Sandra was now using her toast to soak up the mustard! "What are you doing?" she asked, her expression confused, her tone sounding slightly worried.
"I don't know why, i just wanted mustard on my eggs, but its delicious!" she turned back to finish her plate, not noticing the look of confusion shift to understanding, then fear. Sherry shook her head fiercly. No, it wasn't possible. Not even that! But then...She said her goodbyes as Zoe walked in, followed by a sleepy Mikey, then left for her own place of work. She still had responsibilities. She could deal with unknowns later. Besides, the stone was safely stored in her purse. If she needed answers later, she could get them.
The kids got themswlves off to school, leaving Sandra with the house to herself. For the first time in a while, she was alone for the day. She watched tv for a few hours but soon got bored when the early morning soaps ended and moved to documentaries and infomercials.
Even the magazines were old news now. After a few hours, and a couple more sessions sick in the bathroom, Sandra was bored. Finally deciding to get dressed she went to her room, but passed a family picture un the hall. It was of Sherry, her husband, Mikey and Zoe. One of those pictures were everybody dressed up all nice and went to the studio.
Sherry was dressed up in an elegent dress, zoe to her side, looking uninterested, but dressed normally in a black dress. It was a compromise, she remembered. Sherry had to pay zoe to forgoe the goth look. She wasnt happy about dressing like a "sheep" as zoe refered to anyone who went with a mainstream look, but went along with it. Infront of Zoe was Mikey, with his goofy little grin.
Behind them all was Sherry's husband, jon's former dad, turned Sandra's brother in law. All cleaned up, dressed in his business suit, his arms around Sherry, broad shoulders above hers, his rugged, chiseled face with that smile that just made- "uh-hum!" Sandra coughed, then furiously shook her head. "No! Not good! Thats your brother in law!" she meant to say father, but barely noticed the slip.
She was done looking at the picture for now. She went up to the upstairs bathroom, but stopped. She was alone. Why did she have to use the kids' bathroom when she could use the master bathroom, the one with the big garden style jacuzzi tub.
"Oh, yeah...!" she sighed as she lowered her body into the hot bath. "And a little this..." she sang as she poured some sented salts in the water, "and some of this..!" as she poured in some lavender oil. "And finally..." she lit some candles and turned off the lights with a clap of her hands, then pressed play on her ipod, and soothing music began to play through the speakers. She sighed and leaned back in the water as she let herself slip into a state of relaxation.
She splashed water over her just, her nipples gardening as the warm water mixed with the cool air, tingling. She absently began playing with them, twirling her fingers in slow circles. Then she began to gently pull them. She squeezed them and gasped in pleasure before mashing them and rolling them around. She readjusted, easing further into the water and leaning back, as one hand unconciously snaked down to her crotch as the other kept squeezing her boobs and tweaking her nipple.
Her mind wandered as she began pleasuring herself. She thought of her dream again, about what she had been about to do with that man, but instead of being disgusted, she let it happen. She imagined herself taking the dick into her mouth, sucking it, feeling him gently thrust in and out as she licked it hungrily.
"You like that, dont you!" she heard him ask.
"Oh yeah," she sighed outloud.
"You want more?"
"Yes...!" she gasped out in pleasure. She began fingering her clit more furiously as she imagined him taking her there on the beach, and as she orgasmed, it was to her watching the muscled form of the man from the picture as he plowed her. "Oh, yes! Fuck, fuck! Fuck me! YES!!" her speech degraded into a series of unintelligible shrieks and moans as her body was rocked with pleasure.
A few minutes later, she was able to think again. Deciding she had enough with mood bathing, she got out, cleaned up, and dried off, ashamed of herself despite taking pleasure from the beach fantasy, or maybe because of it.
On her way out though, another thought occured to her. She and Sherry were the same size. Sandra found herself wanting to try on some of her sister's clothes. By now, Sandra had a pretty good idea of what she possessed after Jon's room had transformed into her guest room. Two suitcases of clothes, cosmetic products, and toiletries were all arranged in her room, as well as a couple boxes of personal miscellaneous effects Sandra had yet to investigate. She was curious what Sherry had in her closet that Sandra didnt own, too. So the next couple hours were spent modelling bathing suits dresses, and even some lingerie. She found a particularly enticing number hidden away in Sherry's bedside table and she couldn't help herself. It was a purple lace set, with matching bra, panties, hose and garters. She borrowed a pair of heels to complete the look, and checked her reflection. She gasped at the image. The purpose of the outfit was clear; to show her body off and make her irresistable to a man, and it did a good job. She felt a tingle of excitment at the idea of wearing this for someone, a man at that. She imagined him being stopped speechless as she undressed for him, his energy as he eargerly ripped it off of her to-"Nope! Not doing this again!" she shook her head and stripped out, deciding she was done playing dress up. She cleaned everything up to the way it was before and went to put the lingerie up in the srawer when something else caught her attention. There, hidden away in the drawer was a fairly large pink dildo. She was about to reach out for it, but stopped, putting the lingerie up, slamming the drawer and quickly leaving the room, trying to will her mind to think of anything but sex.
But despite herself, she was still horny. And trying not to think of something has the strange effect of making you think about it.
