For several minutes, Celeste lies on her back on the edge of her bed, panting and thinking, in the afterglow of her second orgasm. She looks at the white ceiling and her right hand is carelessly put on her sex. Her mind is focused on this foreign body that she feels, deep inside her. She feels his weight and size, but it is not a discomfort: the sensation is even more diffuse than she expected.
Finally straightening up, she looks at her pussy carefully: apart from the redness and wetness due to excitement, she doesn't notice anything unusual: the opening that was gaping has completely closed up and has pretty much returned to its small size. "Now we can't see you at all," she murmurs. She slowly strokes her lower belly. "Who would imagine that my little adopted brother is hidden there, tucked away in the warmth of my innermost being? No one, of course. Especially since the Chronivac arranges for no one to be surprised by your absence."
Putting her panties back on, she adds tenderly: "You are now my little secret! And you depend entirely on me..." She is not sure how she feels about this. She is torn between a feeling of physical love, deeper than she has ever felt before, the joy and excitement of testing such amazing things, and a certain feeling of power, which she does not admit to herself. Every time she thinks about the little orb inside her, totally dependent on her will, she feels a flush of heat in her crotch and she gets wet.
Quickly, Celeste staples on her bra and puts her top and jeans back on. These are particularly tight pants: the girl thinks it's safer to avoid losing the item during her work day. But from Jeff's point of view, it only increases the pressure of the flesh walls around him.
Once dressed, Celeste goes to her brother's room to retrieve the other orb. She looks at it, not being able to believe that such a big object is at this very moment hidden in her. Once more, she passes her hand on her crotch and her lower abdomen, without detecting anything more. Slowly, she pushes the door of her mother's room and sneaks towards the drawer of her night table, at the bottom of which are her secret treasures. Without making the slightest noise, she opens it and puts back the little orb, the very last trace that could have betrayed her. She doesn't need it, since she now has her own! This thought fills her again with contradictory feelings.
After that, she goes down to the kitchen, quickly swallows a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice and leaves the house. As usual, she goes to the bus stop on the street, in order to reach the nearby campus. Every Saturday, Céleste works as a waitress in a small restaurant there to finance her studies. The job is tiring, but the boss and the customers are happy with her work and she sometimes gets tips.
As she makes her way onto the bus, Celeste can't take her mind off the little ball inside her, which vibrates with the bus engine and twitches at every pothole on the small, poor road. For Jeff, the impression is otherwise more exotic: all senses at bay, drunk with the smell and taste that impose themselves on him at every moment, he feels touched, caressed, tossed around in every way imaginable. Rocked by this world of pure sensations, he is nothing but love, happiness and pleasure.