For dinner, Jenny wore a silvery gown she'd worn for her aunts wedding. Strapless, it went well with her tan skin and heavy breasts. Her dark blonde hair was styled in a chignon and she wore a pair of her mother's heels. After putting on some makeup, Harry came in, his dark brown hair combed neatly. Jenny thought he looked extremely sexy with his black suit. If anything, he seemed to be appreciative of her looks as well.
Pulling her down the stairs, Harry reached under Jenny's long skirt and inserted something small in her. Shivering at the contact, she gave her master a questioning glance but continued walking. Once they were in his car, she could feel the object press against front.
When Harry started the car and pulled out of their driveway, she stared at him wistfully. Her handsome lover sat at the wheel with a confidence she adored. With his silvery eyes, sharp features and incredible wit, she couldn't help but be grateful that she had been given to him.
Bzzzzzzz.
While stopping at a red light, Jenny could suddenly feel the object vibrating. Watching Harry look at her squirming from the corner of his eye, she knew he was enjoying her discomfort. The car ride continued like this, with random intervals in which her brother would trigger the device and drive her mad with an unattainable orgasm. By the time they were at the French Bistro, Jenny had managed to compose herself, knowing its what her master expected of her--but it was difficult.
When entering the relatively quiet restaurant, the elderly hostess led them to a secluded table and set two glasses of water on each side. When the two were seated comfortably in the booth, they gave their orders and the woman dismissed herself with a smile. Almost immediately after she'd gone, Jenny felt Harry's hand land between her legs, reaching through the slit on her right side. They murmured to each other, Jenny feeding Harry some of the assorted fruits on the table.
Once their order were ready, they ate in amicable silence, though Harry's hand remained lodged precariously close to her heat. Suddenly, Jenny could feel a warm breath enter her. But when she looked down at Harry's hand, it was still a short distance from her pussy. When the heat continued to plow her, Jenny was unable to continue eating and collapsed on the booth, her legs spreading.
After she'd come, she found her pussy to be empty, the object gone as well. She looked at Harry oddly, wondering if he was beginning to come into the early stages of his demonic abilities. It could only be...
Once they were done eating, Harry walked her back to the car and fucked her again from behind. Though tired from all the orgasms today, Harry remained unsatiable. He sped home and took her from behind, tittie-fucked her, and even ate her out for several hours .
"Love," he grunted, "I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you." His words made her heart soar.
Though her angel strength allowed her to tend to Harry's needs without dying from exhaustion, she fell asleep within minutes after he'd told her to rest.
When she awoke, she found Harry asleep on her chest...his mouth latched onto a nipple. When she slowly extricated herself from his grasp, she found herself to have shrunk from 5'11 to 5'4. This in turn, made her seem bustier as well. Shrugging, she walked over to her closet, only to find all her clothing to be gold, silver, ivory or white. Harry's was all black, with a few articles of clothes being a darkish maroon.
"Makes sense" she muttered to herself. Rousing Harry awake with a blowjob, Jenny washed her master in the shower, sighing in pleasure when he returned the favor.
Afterwards, he chose her outfit. Dressing her in a white, short sleeved summer dress and silver high heels. A silver choker, a submissive collar of sorts, adorned her neck. Her soft, honey toned hair was brushed into a ponytail.
Harry, dressed in a black cotton t shirt and some black jeans, towered over Jenny now. But their mother didn't seem to notice as she served them breakfast. She only laughed when Harry had his sister suck off the syrup on his fingers.
This time, the two walked to school together, parting ways once class began. Walking to first period with a male friend, Jenny began to notice that something was wrong with the look in each female student's eyes...