Kyle lay writhing on the second floor hallway. He was himself from the waist up, but he had the pelvis and legs of a taut, muscular female cheerleader. His stolen girly
genitals were burning with pleasure as his sister Megan helplessly tongue-fucked him. Megan's face was scared and disgusted, but she couldn't stop the action, licking
and sucking her brother's clit with the merciless accuracy of a pro.
Kyle lay beneath his sister. Having a cheerleader's cunny was proving worth it. He had power over his sister, who had no choice but to keep sexually servicing him. But
it still didn't feel like enough. How could it feel so good, but not good enough? That didn't seem right. Then Kyle realized what was missing: Megan was only servicing him
on the surface. He needed someone to thoroughly fill up his stolen womb.
He grabbed Megan's hair, forcing her to pause in her fierce, precise cunnilingus. "I wish," he said, "that you have my legs and crotch back from Jen. I'll take your legs and
pussy from you, and Jen can have her own lower half back. So I'll be you from the waist down, and you'll be me from the waist down. You'll have my dick, and I'll have your
pussy."
Megan, still unable to speak from Kyle's prior wish, looked more and more scared the longer her brother kept talking. Her eyes got wider and wider as she realized where
Kyle's newest wish was headed. She tried shaking her head, but Kyle continued gripping her hair, holding her immobile. She didn't want this. She didn't want to have Kyle's
genitals, with their teenage boyish drives. She didn't even have to hear Kyle speak to know what was coming next.
"Then when you have my dick and I have your snatch," Kyle said, his voice still wobbly from sexual ecstasy, "I want you to take my dick and ram it all the way up into your
pussy. I want you to fill me all the way up. You'll ride me like a rented pony. And you'll be powerless to stop until you give me a full female orgasm. I hereby give you the
ability to have multiple male orgasms, if that's what it takes."
Reality shimmered around the incestuous brother and sister. Just as Kyle had requested, he and his sister were perfectly swapped from the waist down: he had her perky
teenage ass and well-formed hips, her tapering legs and pale feet. Megan had her brother's thick, hairy thighs, not really muscular, but powerful enough to do what a man
wanted to do when he had a willing woman underneath him.
Kyle smiled wickedly, drawing his sister up so they were face to face, her dick aimed right for his pussy. He laid her down atop him so her breasts pressed into his chest. He
kneaded and massaged his sister's shoulder with one hand, while the other slid down to unhook her bra, and he kissed her pink painted lips, taking the time to savor the taste
of fear on her mute tongue. After a moment's pause, he slapped his sister on her newly male ass and laughed.
"I hope you make me pregnant," Kyle said. "I won't force it to happen or anything, I think it'll be more fun and more of a turn-on if it's uncertain. But think how much fun it'll be if
we have our own incest baby. Maybe, if you make me pregnant, I'll wish that Mom and Dad let us get married. Wouldn't that be fun? If brother and sister were the first of a new
gender-bent human race? Oh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it." Kyle smiled, then leaned up to quickly nibble on Megan's earlobe. "Now do me bareback, my pretty sister.
And don't you stop until my body gives you permission."
What could Megan do? She began pistoning her borrowed brother-dick into Kyle's wet, willing sister-pussy.