Author's Note:
This is a commission I've been working on recently from one of my readers. It explores a side of MC that I usually don't write about, which made it a lot of fun to work on! Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of potentially nonconsensual sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters and situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, © 2020. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
UPON REFLECTION
by Fidget
CHAPTER 3: The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The following week, Maddie got the terrifying news from her mom that her younger sister, Kendal, had a few days off school, and would be coming to stay with her in her dorm. She tried to convince her mom that it would be a bad idea, but nothing she said made any difference, and it only resulted in her being called ungrateful. For some reason she hadn't been able to bring herself to tell her mom the real reason she didn't want her sister here, and before she knew it, her sister was on her way.
To be honest, the whole mirror situation wasn't the only reason Maddie was hesitant to have her sister visit. Maddie loved her sister, but they were very different people, and rarely got along. Kendal was a perfectionist, and extremely concerned with tidiness, which had made her a nightmare to grow up with, She thought highly of herself, and made efforts to let everyone know just how refined and high class she was, though she had had the same upper middle-class upbringing as Maddie. She had even started imitating the Transatlantic accent from old movies in an attempt to sound more posh than her Nebraska upbringing would suggest. Even worse, she was a senior in high school, had just turned 18, and thought she knew everything. She had also recently come out to their parents as ace, which hadn't surprised Maddie, since Kendal had never shown any interest in anyone other than herself, especially in a sexual way.
The day of both her sister's visit and her next scheduled trip to Cassandra's room inevitably arrived, and Maddie was ready for the delicate knock on her door when it came in the middle of the afternoon.
"Ah, hello Maddie dahling," she said when Maddie opened the door.
Maddie rolled her eyes. "Hi Kendal." Their mom said that the whole accent thing was just a phase, but Maddie wasn't so certain, and as much as she hated to admit it, it actually kinda suited her.
They went to grab dinner in the cafeteria, with Kendal complaining about the quality of the food the entire time, before heading back to Maddie's room to relax.
Eventually, however, eight o'clock drew near, and Maddie found herself getting up and beginning to make her way downstairs.
"Where are you going Maddie?"
"Don't worry about it. Stay here," she responded.
"No way, I'm going with you!" Kendal said, hopping up and following her big sister out the door.
Maddie was unable to stop herself from making her way to the basement, and unable to stop her sister from following her, so minutes later the two girls found themselves at the top of the final flight of stairs going down just as Nicole and Professor Streater arrived. The three regulars were dressed as they usually were, with Maddie showing off her toned legs under a pair of short shorts and a tight t-shirt, Nicole leaving nothing about her curvy body to the imagination with a tiny skirt, no underwear, and a tight maroon tank top with generous cleavage, and Professor Streater dressed professionally, if frumpily, in a brown pantsuit and frilly blouse. Kendal stuck out from the other three in her tasteful sundress that accented her slim body's feminine curves without being overtly sexual.
"Who's this?" Nicole taunted.
"My little sister. Leave her alone, Nicole."
Nicole snorted in laughter. "You brought your little sister here?? You're dumber than I thought!"
"Why on earth would you bring her with you?" the professor asked.
"I didn't have a choice! I told her to stay in my dorm room, but she wouldn't, and it's not like I could just not come!" The other two nodded, understanding perfectly. At that moment, the clock struck eight, and the four of them carefully made their way down the stairs and walked through the large door at the bottom.
As they entered the hidden room in the basement for a third time, Cassandra's eyes widened with surprise and delight at the sight of Kendal. "Well, who is this lovely young thing?"
"She's my sister. Please leave her out of this, Cassandra - she hasn't done anything wrong."
"Maddie, you wound me. You know that nobody's forced to do anything they don't want to here. How old are you, my dear?"
"I just tuhned eighteen," Kendal said, looking around the room in awe at the rich furnishings - this was just her style, and the huge, ornate mirror in the middle of the room was the perfect centerpiece. "I love what you've done down heah, especially that amazing mirrah. It's all very classic."
"Why thank you child. You should go have a look in it - it really ties the room together," Cassandra responded enticingly, winking at Maddie and the others.
"Ok!" Kendal gushed in excitement, before skipping over to the mirror and looking into its polished surface before Maddie could stop her.
"No!" Maddie yelled, running over to grab her sister and try to pull her out from in front of the mirror, but she was too late. Kendal's mouth was already slack as she stared with dull eyes into her reflection, unable to look away, and no matter how hard Maddie pulled, she wouldn't budge. Maddie knew that her sister's personality was currently being overwritten by the mirror, and that there was nothing she could do, so she briefly glanced into the mirror herself to try to get an idea of who her sister would become. She was utterly shocked by her sister's nearly unrecognizable reflection, before her gaze was pulled over to the familiar angry stare of Madison, and she began to care less and less about what happened to her sister, and more and more about getting some alone time with her petite, submissive girlfriend, or any other girl that happened to be nearby at the time.
Kendal was confused - she felt compelled to continue looking at the mirror, but the longer she stared, the further her thoughts drifted. And her reflection didn't look anything like her! The woman staring out of the mirror was much older than she was, first of all, with strong freckles and a deep farmer's tan complementing the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes from long days out in the sun, but that couldn't be right, since Kendal was proud of her clear skin and avoided the sun to keep it healthy. Furthermore, this woman was much larger than she was, with a protruding belly, and mature breasts swollen by years of use both by her lovers and by her children, poorly covered by the loose overalls she was wearing. She still looked a bit like Kendal though, to the extent that Kendal might have thought the reflection was her mother's, if not for the obvious blue collar roots and uncharacteristic plumpness.
As Kendal stared with discomfort into the laid-back eyes of the freckled, pudgy face in the mirror, however, she began to be a bit jealous of her double's easygoing manner, and realized that she really didn't have to be so prim and proper all the time. She tried to hide it, but she was a country girl at heart, and there was nothing wrong with that. She saw how ridiculous her affected accent was, and resolved to fully lean into her rural, country twang instead. From now on she'd be true to herself. There was just no reason to be so uptight all the time; most things would work themselves out if you gave them a chance to, and those that wouldn't usually weren't worth the effort anyway.
Feeling better about her new, carefree outlook on life, Kendal's attention was drawn back to her reflection's appearance. She realized that her initial impression had been too harsh - this was the body of a strong woman who accepted and loved herself for who she was, and didn't feel the need to put on airs to impress others. Kendal was again struck by the simple wisdom of this realization, and was glad she had adopted that outlook at such a young age. She accepted that her own belly, swollen tits, and wrinkles were the sign of a life well lived, and of a person who knew how to enjoy their body. Speaking of which, she realized that her initial disinterest in sex had stemmed from her mistaken belief that she was above her peers, and was too good for the pleasure that they could bring her. Looking at her reflection's well-worn body, which was feeling more and more familiar to her, however, she saw all of the pleasure an ignorant young girl could easily cheat herself out of by thinking too highly of herself. In her many years of experience, Kendal had quickly learned that letting others do stuff to her body felt good, so she'd let as many people as possible do so as often as possible, male or female, young or old.
Kendal's eyes drifted over to her sister, who was apparently looking into the mirror with her, and she felt her mind grow fuzzy again as the details of their relationship somehow began to grow... clouded. Maddie had always been relatively nice to her, but they had never had much in common, and she had always felt like Maddie had never taken her seriously, or deferred to Kendal's age and wisdom. It was time she started showed Kendal the respect she deserved. After all, Kendal had carried the ungrateful brat for 9 months and given birth to her, hadn't she? She remembered how easy her pregnancy had been, and how natural it had felt. She also remembered how natural the night of pleasure with a random stranger had felt that had given her Maddie in the first place. He had been a city boy who had thought her country accent was sexy, and apparently thought her country body was even sexier, since he had eagerly deposited load after load into her fertile, unprotected pussy before heading back to the city, never to be heard from again.
Kendal hadn't minded though. She liked being a woman, and feeling her body swell with life had been part of that experience. She rubbed her small hands up and down the soft fabric of the sundress covering her slim, virginal, 18 year old body as she looked at her buxom figure in the mirror, remembering how her mature body had stayed swollen, soft and jiggly after that first pregnancy, her nipples and areolas visible large and dark under the thin straps of her overalls. The men had liked her mom bod, and the women had too, she thought wistfully, licking her lips at the memory of the pleasure the tongues of all of her curvy, feminine lovers had brought to her sensitive body over the years. She had felt proud when Madison had come out to her as a lesbian, both because of the trust that Madison had showed in her as a mother, and because they could bond over their mutual taste in pussy. The fact that it meant more dick for Kendal as well was just a bonus.
In the meantime, Madison was so obsessed with her own thoughts of getting laid that she didn't even notice as her younger sister became her mother. When she finally looked over and met her mom's wrinkled gaze in the mirror, she remembered all of the sexy stories - and women - they had shared over the years. Madison rolled her eyes at the sight of her mom wearing nothing but a pair of overalls; she wasn't surprised, since she knew how much of a slut her mom was, which was why Madison had never known her father. Not that any of this bothered her, of course. It was none of her business, and hell, her mom was probably where she'd gotten her own love of polyamory from. It was definitely where she'd learned to lick a pussy properly.
