As Wendy returned home from her first-time making love to the lust witch Viveanne Malcolm, she had no idea the wide-ranging effects that would take hold due to their coupling. While the dance that would happen that weekend would echo down through the lore of Southport and Anne's Harbor, there were moments that went unremarked by many that were equally important. Later that night, one of those moments took place.
Wendy's younger sister, Cynthia, called Candy by friends and family. had spent the day studying for AP exams. She had lost herself in the numbers and words of the past. Occasionally, she would bask in the warmth of her desk sun lamp. But, around 9:00 p.m., she decided to call a halt for the night and check on her sister. Candy had not seen Wendy since the previous afternoon, when her older sister had seemed distracted and confused. That decision would have lasting consequences for Candy, Wendy, and the rest of the town...
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I stood in the hall outside my older sister's room. She'd seemed really confused and lost yesterday when I'd seen her last. I hoped she was feeling better. Our mother had said she wasn't feeling well when she walked in last night. Wendy had skipped supper, which was really unusual for any of us. Our parents, Jill and Jon Carmichael, had firm beliefs about family meals. They thought it was important that we all sit down together at least once a day and share what was going on in our lives.
I tended to agree. I felt like it made us a closer, stronger family than some others I could name. Of course, there were some families in town who just took it to crazy lengths. Take the Turgenevs, for example. Those Russians took things to an extreme even my grandmother, who insisted the entire family gather each week for Sunday supper, wouldn't dream of. Still, the Carmichaels were close enough that one of us skipping supper usually meant dire illness or a commitment that couldn't be broken.
Instead of the dull knock I expected to hear when I tapped on Wendy's door, there was a softer sound and the door swung open. That was a surprise. Normally, we kept our doors closed. While it wasn't something anyone in the house talked about, our parents respected our privacy. They expected us to do the same for each other. No one ever entered someone else's room without knocking and receiving an invitation. Finding a door unlatched was just weird.
I poked my head inside, expecting to see Wendy sprawled on her bed, asleep. Instead...Empty bed. No one in the desk chair either. The door to the bathroom was open, and the lights were off. While Wendy liked to shower in the dark, the water wasn't running, and she closed the door when she did that. So, where exactly was my absentee older sister?
A flash of bright orange on her desk caught my eye. Something was poking out of a large box, that looked like the kind of thing you'd wrap a sweater in at Christmas. Glancing around nervously, I skipped over to the desk quickly. A peek at whatever the heck Wendy had left out, and then I'd leave. No one would ever know.
The orange appeared to be some kind of fake fur. When I nudged the lid back a bit to get a better look, I was confronted with more fake fur. Orange and white, and...Wait, were those fake ears? And a tail? Before I could think better of it, I'd reached into the box, lifting out what was definitely a fake tail. Had my sister decided to become a furry and not told me?
The idea was laughable. First, because Wendy would never get into anything so sexual. Our mother had raised us to believe that that sort of behavior was confined to the bedroom (or the living room, truth be told, if the one time I'd caught mom and dad fucking on the couch was anything to go on). And second...Second...Wait. What the hell? I stared at what dangled from the end of the tail. That was a damn butt plug!
I knew quite a bit about such things. My friend, Maureen, delighted in being a knowledgeable freak, even at 18 and still in high school. I'd seen almost every imaginable sex toy in Maureen's stash. She loved ordering random stuff. Bad Dragon was a particular favorite at the moment.
I found myself licking my lips at the thought of her newest acquisition, which she'd told me was called the Kona. Then I blinked, confusion slamming into me like a train. I didn't use curse words, not even in my head. And since when did I think of my mom as, well, mom? I'd been grossed out by Maureen's newest dildo when I'd first seen it. Now I was daydreaming about lubing it up and trying it out.
I dropped the tail back into the box, closing the lid and fleeing Wendy's room. I never did find out where she was when I'd gone snooping. As it turned out, things took a turn and I found myself unable to focus on the question of her whereabouts.
I changed for bed, getting into a pair of silky pajamas I almost never wore. My aunt Ren had gotten them for me on my eighteenth birthday. Aunt Ren liked that kind of thing, and her exact words had been, "You're a grown woman now. Time to put kiddy stuff away and appreciate the finer things."
I'd tried the pajamas out that first night and found I didn't really like the slippery fabric. I'd switched back to my usual t-shirt and jersey knit shorts before even falling asleep. Now, though, there was something about the way the fabric just seemed to flow over my skin that left me feeling...Really...Really good. I ran my fingers over and over the sleeves and legs of the outfit, cooing in delight at the smooth, watery feel of the fabric.
I found my mind drifting back to what I'd found in Wendy's room. Where in the world had she gotten what was so clearly a sex costume? I mean, normal Halloween costumes like the one she'd supposedly been shopping for earlier in the week didn't come with tails tipped by butt plugs. That was some sort of weird fetish thing.
But it would probably feel good in your ass, if you were patient about getting it up there...
I jumped at the thought. I'd never even fantasized about anything going up my butt. That was simply not something a proper woman did. Sure, I'd spent my share of late nights biting a pillow and fucking my pussy until I came, but fuck...Wait. 'Fucking my pussy'? I never ever thought of my quim like that. What the actual fuck? I sat up, staring at the mirror that was attached to my dresser.
My eyes were wild in my reflection. I could understand why. I was more than slightly freaked out. After all, I never even thought words like the ones that had been drifting through my mind just now. I certainly didn't imagine just how good it would feel to slide things into my tight little ass while fingering myself. The problem was, as upset as I was about these weird thoughts, I could feel myself heating up.
I knew all the signs. For one thing, I was a huge biology nerd. While I tended to focus on plants, I had made a careful study of animal biology as well. After all, if I was going to live my dream of being a college professor, it wouldn't do to specialize too much. I needed to be able to connect with freshman students as well, so that I could share the wonder of the biological world with them.
Your biology is pretty wonderful...
I found myself thinking. My gaze had drifted downward from my freaked out blue eyes, settling on my chest. It wasn't quite heaving, but I was breathing hard from a combination of nerves and growing arousal. I couldn't stop staring at my breasts as they rose and fell with my breathing.
God, I've got great tits. No wonder people stare.
The thought snapped me out of my boob-based hypnosis. Tits? I never ever thought such crass bullshit. But, at the same time...It was hard to deny. I had great tits. They were full and round, a whole cup size bigger than my mom's or Wendy's. It was something I was secretly proud of, knowing I got more looks than other members of my family. I was also secretly ashamed of those thoughts...Normally. Right now, I couldn't bring myself to be too upset.
After all, I had great tits.
My hands drifted up, finding my nipples through the silk of my pajama top. I yelped, then sank backwards moaning. I hadn't avoided my breasts during self-play in the past. For one thing, Maureen's seemingly bottomless collection of porn had taught me that breasts were excellent places to start filthy fun. For another thing, my breasts were fairly sensitive. Not nearly enough to cum from just breast play, the way Maureen had claimed some women she'd talked to on Reddit suggested was possible...But still, they felt good. Normally.
Tonight though, was different. It was like someone had decided that I needed a second and third clit, and wouldn't it just be the best idea if they were on my chest and were actually in the same spot as my thick nipples used to be? I gave a soft scream as I felt a tiny climax rip through my belly as I found my nipples. I'd only run my fingers across them, causing the silk fabric to slide across them. That was all it took, though.
