Blood Is Thicker Than Water 2

Blood is Thicker than Water 2

After taking over the older man’s body, the alien found himself leaning back on his chair and enjoying just the simple pleasures of the possession. “Harold, Harry for short,” he said to himself, chuckling. “Ahhh, sorry son, but this body is just too nice to pass up on. Maybe when you’ll older you can be a nice husk for me to use and abuse.”

His son simply looked straight ahead, completely emotionless. After several days of just being a host for the alien now known as “Harold,” his mind was having a hard time awakening. A few hours later, and he’ll be back to normal, though confused on why his ass felt so stretched out. However, for the time being, he was in a state of “until further instruction.” While at first, the possessed Harold had planned to use his son for a test drive of his new assets, he reconsidered.

Perhaps the son or the experience of transferring hosts had altered something in the chemicals of the alien's brain, but he suddenly found himself searching for a partner far richer, similar to Harold himself. Eager to work, Harold searched through his host’s contact list and memory banks to find not just a suitable Saturday night encounter, but also an alternative host to take over once he was bored with Harold.

He had no purpose in life, so he decided to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. One man from Harold’s workplace stood out in particular: Peter Koche. A serious man that, on occasion, would steal glances at Harold when he believed no one saw. Unfortunately for him, Harold did notice, and now the slime creature inside of him would take the opportunity that the normal Harold would be disgusted by.

With one hand in his underwear and absentmindedly playing with his impressive new package, Harold sent Peter an email asking for a moment of his time to go out and get some drinks. Surprisingly, Peter responded soon afterward with a polite acceptance. “Yes!” Harold cried out, commanding his yet-to-be-awake son to high-five him.

Later that night, after a few rounds of drinking and playful flirting, Harold found himself in Peter’s apartment.

“It’s a decent place,” said Peter, walking around the place with his hands in his slacks’ pockets, fidgeting with the fabric. “Little lonely, though. Such a big apartment for a guy like me.” He avoided Harold’s as he spoke. Was the tint of red that colored his cheeks from the drinks or something else?

Harold simply smiled. “Y’know I have a son,” he said as he took a seat on the sofa. He gestured for Peter to do the same.

Obliging his guest’s request, Peter took a seat on the end of the couch. as far from Harold as he could be. “I know,” he said, trying to save face. “I was just saying! No need to jump to assumptions like that. Or are you looking to piss me off?”

Harold shook his head. “Looks like you’re doing well enough at that on your own.” He laughed at Peter’s sheepish huff. “We’re adults, Peter. Friends, even. If you want to tell me something, just be straight with me.” Never dropping the smile, Harold leaned in. He caressed Peter from his chest down to his stomach.

“Or, you’d rather be something else?” he whispered into Peter’s ear.

“Ha-Harold! I...”

“Yes…?”

“I never expected you to be so forward...” Peter said, his hot breath causing excited goosebumps to trail down Harold’s arms. “A-Are you sure about this? What about Casey, your son?”

“Oh don’t worry about Casey,” said Harold as he reached forward to undo the first of Peter’s buttons. “He’ll understand. I’ll make sure of it.” He licked his lips as he saw the trail from Peter’s chest down to his stomach. “Found a treasure chest,” he said, twerking Peter’s nipple with his fingers. “All to myself, too.” With those words and a sensual moan from Peter, Harold threw himself for a sweet loving.

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“Oh fuck, oh fuck, OHHH!” Peter cried out as he came. The warm sensation of his own semen splattered all over his stomach only made him harder.

“A-Almost, almost—NGH! I’m cumming…!” Harold grunted. Peter moaned as he felt a torrent of cum flood his insides. He felt warm and full, like he just had a wonderful snacc. Before he could say anything, Harold let out a loud moan and collapsed on top of him, pinning Peter to the ground. “Ha-Harold—WOAH!” Peter cringed as he felt something warm surge into his body. “Harold, Harold—lemme go, aaahhh!”

He writhed on the couch, cock rubbing against Harold’s stomach as another creature invaded his body.

Not too long afterward, Peter was looking at himself in the mirror with a completely different demeanor. “Not bad,” said Peter, flexing. “Body feels adequate, and it’s nicely aged and taken care of, too. He’ll be a good host and plaything when I’m feeling bored.” He glanced back at Harold, who still sat on the couch, eyes completely blank. “Let’s have some fun, human.”

Spring Cleaning

Spring Break had arrived for college students all over the nation, and Caleb was ready to make the most of it. He awoke that Saturday bright and early to get a headstart on cleaning the apartment he shared with his friend, William. Once he finished tidying up and dusting his room, he walked out with the intent to continue, but quickly stopped in his tracks. William, clad in just his undies, was sleeping peacefully on the couch. A half a dozen cans of beer lay scattered around the living room floor.

Though Caleb’s first instinct was to shout at William to clean up his mess, he stopped himself and reconsidered. Not only was it William’s right to indulge from time to time—god knows the two of them seriously needed to after the stress of this semester—but Caleb also didn’t feel like dealing with a hungover William as he tried to clean their living space. The third and final reason was Caleb hungrily eyeing just about every curve and crease of William’s half-naked body as he serenely snored the day away. It had been so long since William paraded around the place like this. Ever since an instance where he had taken notice of Caleb staring for just a second too long, William had always hung around with at least a shirt and shorts on; nothing less.

“Wish you’d trust me a bit more,” whispered Caleb before biting his lower lip. His shorts had already begun to tent. “But maybe you made the right call.” The seconds turned into minutes, and Caleb’s resistance was slowly waning away. Thoughts continued to race in his mind, and before he realized it, he was standing over his friend’s sleeping body. My power… he thought to himself.

One of the benefits of having an amateur father as a warlock was the various rituals that didn’t work out. During Caleb’s high school days, his father had tried a specific ritual that rebounded and struck Caleb instead. The end result was the ability to “melt” his body down into some kind slime—sadly, not of the metal or king variety—and slither into people’s bodies in order to take them over. The first of Caleb’s rides and experiments with his new abilities was his own father, but that was a story for another day.

Right now, all that he could focus on was the hunk that now lied before him. Without a second thought, Caleb stripped off his clothes and tossed them to the floor. He positioned himself on the couch so that he was right on top of William and his erect dick was close to his mouth. Thankfully, William was a heavy sleeper, so he didn’t immediately wake up when Caleb thrust his dick into his open mouth. Only when slime began to slither down his throat did William finally wake up. “Too late!” grinned Caleb as he continued to melt into translucent, invading goo to his roommate’s horror.

William let out a muffled cry of terror. He tried to grasp at the goo, but couldn’t get a firm grip on the slippery, boneless form. Even calling for help didn’t work, as his mouth was still too full to make any kinda yell. All he could do was writhe and convulse on the couch as this invader continued its conquest.

Internally snickering, Caleb commanded his slime body to fill up and infect the cells and tissue in William’s body. As time went on, William’s limbs felt warm as they fell under his control. He curled and uncurled his firm fingers; flexed his new biceps; and stretched his thick, powerful legs. The warm sensation contrasted with how cold and numb William felt.

As soon as the slime finished entering William’s mouth and sliding down his throat with a wet slosh, he began to moan. “Ahhh, oohhh, get the hell ouuut!” he said with low energy. Every part of him refused to listen, and he couldn’t even feel the way his hands were touching his chest and crotch. “H-Help, someone, ahh—AHHHH!” Caleb’s slime slithered towards his brain, wrapping itself around it and forcing William into unconsciousness. “NO! NO! Get out get out AAAHHH!” William shouted as his whole body convulsed and he finally fainted.

Soon enough, his body finally grew still. When he opened his eyes, there was a new, devious glint. “Oh, thanks, Will,” said Caleb as he massaged his new pecs. “This’ll be such a nice body to do some spring cleaning with. And, a nice way to enjoy the break, too.”

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Part 2

Part 1, Prologue

You’re Gonna Carry that Weight

Before the competition, the students were given time to research the cultures of the planet they would soon infiltrate. For Centaurus, what interested him the most was the cowboy. He had obsessively watched several spaghetti westerns and read many books detailing the rugged outlaws that prowled the western United States.

To Centaurus, the cowboy embodied freedom. He was a gallant legend that wandered the land, not caring about class or even order he dispensed justice wherever he went. He proudly carried himself with his smooth-talking ways and underhanded tricks that resonated so strongly with Centaurus. At least, that was the image that Centaurus had carved into his mind. I want to be like that. Not a worm, but a cowboy.

Now, staring a real-life cowboy at one of the food stalls in the early festival hours, he found himself unable to even utter a word.

“Uh, ya see somethin’ ya like?” The man said with a carefree grin. As soon as the cowboy spoke up, Centaurus jumped in his seat. He was still in Ken’s body, but the man’s memory and charisma completely failed. Even his own natural talent fizzled out.

“Um, yeah—no, wait, shit! Didn’t mean it like that,” said Centaurus, now pointedly looking away. He couldn't recall a time when he had gotten this flustered. What was happening to him? “Forget about it, all right?”

The stall owner arched an eyebrow at the two, but she didn’t say anything. She simply served their food with a polite nod.

Centaurus meant to walk away and crawl in a hole, but the cowboy stepped right in his way. Clad in a flannel shirt and a cowboy hat, he wore both his clothes and expression with unrivaled charisma. “Howdy,” he said, carefully enunciating the word.

“H-Hey...”

“C’mon! No need to be shy. Walk with me.” Seeing no reason to decline, Centaurus allowed himself to be guided around by this man straight out of his fantasies. “Name’s Austin,” he introduced himself. “Southern boy by birth and trade. You?”

“C-Cent,” was as far Centaurus said before clamming up again.

“Cent? Funny li’l name,” Austin said with a laugh. “Cute, tho. Like, rolls off the tongue real nice.” His tongue licked his lips just the slightest bit as he spoke. Centaurus nearly melted right then and there.

“So, what caught yer eye?” said Austin.

“Oh, uh, guess… how out there you are,” Centaurus said, mentally kicking himself as the conversation drew on. He had walked into this conversation flat-footed and tumbled in just about every exchange. His heart was racing, and his whole body burned with a desire he couldn't snuff out. “You’re eye-catching, is all I can say.”

Austin leaned in, grinning as he said, “Think I’m more than that to ya. Yer startin’ to pitch a tent, y’know,” with a wink. Centaurus grit his teeth, cursing under his breath as he looked down at himself. Austin continued, saying, “C’mon, let’s get ya somewhere more discreet ‘fore security kicks ya outta this place.”

Without waiting for a response, Austin took Centaurus’ hand and dragged him away from the festival. “Don’t worry, I ain’t roomin’ with any folks,” he said, head bopping back and forth as though he was humming a song to himself. “We’ll be private.”

“I-If you say so,” said Centaurus.

They arrived soon afterward. On occasion, Centaurus caught a few stares from the various guests that ate from the continental breakfast, but he didn’t worry about that. Now he was alone in the cowboy’s room. As he sat on the foot of the bed, he noticed that there was what he figured was the scent of the great southern frontier. Austin was here for merely a day, and already his scent had marked the room.

“It’s my candle,” said Austin, excitedly gesturing to a container with a candle decorated with a tiny, smiling cowboy inside. “Friend o’ mine gave it to me ‘fore I left. Said it’d keep the ranch in my heart,” he said. “Always a romantic, that girl, bless her heart. But still, always makes these sterile rooms feel a li’l bit more like home.” Home…

“How come you left?” said Centaurus.

“Yer a noisy one, ain’tcha?” Austin said, not dropping his smile. “Guess it felt like it was high time fer me to just...travel, y’know? Spent my whole life on the ranch. Felt like I had to break away ‘n’ find m’own path. Wanted to sorta find something. Myself, maybe. Headed to this town and chatted a friend up from my childhood. Planned on goin’ to the festival together, but he got hit hard with the flu. So I walked ‘round the place, lookin’ fer somethin’ to do.”

“And that’s when you picked me up?”

Austin chuckled. “Well, wouldn’t put it like that. ‘d rather call it sweepin’ ya off yer feet, my friend.”

“And you call your friend a romantic,” Centaurus said, tittering to himself. Uneasiness long forgotten, he continued to chat away and talk with Austin until the two of them fell back onto the bed together, slowly undressing. “I’ve never done this with a cowboy before, I gotta admit.”

“Well, I ain’t just a cowboy, Cent. I’m Austin.”

Yeah, Centaurus thought, you’re Austin. What lied before him was no longer a cowboy—a character he so fondly thought of. Instead, it was a man that found him, for whatever reason, charming. “Come here,” said Centaurus, lying down on top of Austin. He could hear his heart gently beating. You’re wonderful.

Centaurus, fully nude, spread his legs. Austin first started by teasing his hole with a finger, then his tongue. “Gonna do this right,” he said in-between his tongue teases. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Promise.” Centaurus just nodded, trembling with anticipation. His legs quivered with just the foreplay.

However, the teasing went on for far too long. His hole, initially tingling with pleasure, now felt played with and empty. “Oh, just fuck me already,” Centaurus moaned.

“Beg a li’l more,” Austin said.

“Please, Austin. Tear me in two already.”

“Nah, nah, that ain’t want I’m lookin’ fer.” Austin raised himself and lied on top of Centaurus’ chest with a smirk on his face. “Ask me for a lovin’. Something so sweet yer tight li’l ass will never forget.”

Swallowing, Centaurus said, “Make love to me, Austin. Make me forget about my fucking life,” and Austin complied.

Austin softly whispered, “Yer moans’re so hot,” and, “cry harder for me...” as he pounded Centaurus. “So cute, Cent,” he said before groaning in pleasure as well as he sped up.

Centaurus nearly fainted as he felt Austin fuck him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, biting down on his knuckles. As soon as Austin said his name, he shut his eyes and allowed himself to indulge in that fantasy. There was no Ken, no competition, nothing except himself and this man who didn’t feel like a stranger anymore.

“God, fuck, yer so damn tight, Cent!” Austin cried out as he drew back and slammed into Centaurus with wild abandon. “Moan more fer me, c’mon!” he said, pumping Centaurus’ dick as he fucked him.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck fuck fuck! Sh-Shit, I’m cumming…!”

Austin took that opportunity to lean in and hungrily kiss Centaurus, who reciprocated. He drank in as much of Austin’s heavy pants and scent as he could. After so many times of hearing another name with a partner, it was nice to feel as though he didn’t have to pretend. He lied bare to this man who miraculously knew so little about him, and it was so liberating.

Centaurus’ midsection tightened, and then he came sticky ropes onto Austin’s chest. The two groaned into each other’s mouths as they came together.

“Maybe it’s just the high I got, but… I love yer company, Cent.”

In-between pants, Centaurus said, “I feel the same way, Austin,” and desperately wished he meant every word. He knew this had nothing to do with the mission or his desire to finally build his career, but he still wished this would last forever.

“What’s the matter, Cent? Yer lookin’ a bit down.”

“Not sure. I… I seriously don’t know.”

“Well, dunno if this makes ya feel any better but, I thought yer pretty nice company if I do say so myself,” said Austin with a small, charming smile.

However, Centaurus still thought about her. Zathina’s bitter and hateful expression remained in the back of his mind. He could still feel her shoe nearly crushing his windpipe. “You’re wasting time,” he imagined her saying with that sneer of hers. Alongside her sickening voice was the word worm over and over again like it was branded directly into his brain. “Indulging in these nonsensical things,” the voice continued, “you’re pathetic. Looks like the winner is clear. I suppose you truly are a worm after all.”

“Kiss me,” said Centaurus.

“Hmm?” Austin hummed, surprised at his sudden interruption.

Not waiting for an answer, Centaurus wrapped an arm around Austin’s neck and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. “Mmm, mmm!” Austin didn’t initially fight back until he felt something slipping in through his mouth.

Centaurus disconnected himself from Ken’s brain, leaving behind some toxic behind, and quickly slithered into Austin’s open, vulnerable mouth. Eventually, Austin pushed an unconscious Ken off, but it was already too late. The alien was already making its way through his mouth and into his brain. Austin tried to grab at the alien, but he failed to get a grasp. He fell back onto the bed and began to convulse as pleasure and fear overrode his entire body.

Switching host was always a dizzying experience for Centaurus. Not only because looking at his host body disoriented him with the raping changing of faces, but because there remained a little bit of himself in them.

“Wake up,” Centaurus commanded Ken. Wordlessly, Ken sat up in the bed. “Go home to your partner. Don’t even look at me.” Ken nodded and began to leave. “Put your clothes on first! Animal...”

For all members of his kind, the toxic vanishes from the host after about 20 minutes. Ken would be back to normal with little recollection of what he did. The experience that Ken went through would be forgotten. Same with Austin when Centaurus eventually left. Even if by some twist of fate they crossed paths again, Centaurus would be the only one left with that moment in his memories.

He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and saw no trace of the man that he shared that tender moment with. No matter how much Centaurus tried to laugh, frown, or even cry, he could no longer see Austin anymore. All that the mirror reflected was a worm pretending to be a man. He was alone.

FEStival Fiasco

Prologue

Jonathan Matthews snapped a quick picture in his bathroom figure, making sure to inspect every last inch of himself. Even after all his years in his rather sedimentary lifestyle as an office worker for an insurance company, he managed to remain rather toned and fit for his age. However, the one thing time took away from him was his curly and unruly hair. Gone were the days of him just splashing water on it and letting it style itself.

“Maybe baldness is in this year,” Jon muttered to himself as he ran a few fingers across his plain dome. With the Culture Fest coming up the following morning, he wanted to look his best for the cute college girls and their mothers that would stop by the stalls and attractions. “This is your year, Jon,” he said, punctuating each word with a poke at his reflection. “No lonely Saturday night for this strapping bachelor!”

Jon was so focused on this bold and bald speech that he failed to notice the insect-like creature hanging on the ceiling just above him. Only when the creature made its move did Jon become aware of his fate. Before he could even let out a scream, the creature dropped on his face and immediately crawled towards Jon’s wide-open mouth. “MMF! MMMM!” All Jon could do was let out muffled cries as the creature suddenly filled his mouth and then sliding down his throat.

Jon fell on his back, his body convulsing as he felt a foreign invader make its way through his body and into his head. He arched his back, letting out a long and agonized moan, before falling flat on the ground, eyes closed. After a spasm or two, Jon finally opened his eyes, glancing around the room as if to take in all the sights. Slowly, he got back on his feet but nearly lost his balance a few times. It was as if he was learning—or relearning—how to walk on only two legs.

Clearing his throat, Jon said, “Okay, class. I hope that demonstration was good enough for a warm-up.” At his words, half a dozen other creatures, looking to be of the same species but smaller and of different coloration, crawled out of cover and blind spots throughout the bathroom. Some even crawled on his body, as if to appreciate Jon’s body now under the control of another being.

“Hehe, you younglings feel nice in a body such as this,” the creature inside of Jon said with a small, vain flex. It took the creature a few moments before snapping back to attention. “N-Never mind that! You all understand the rules, I hope? During this human festival, you will be tested in all the various traits that our societies’ greatest soldiers, Dreadfighters, must embody: stealth, infiltration, fearlessness, and versatility. And though you do not need to be the leader of the pack to pass your exam, the highest-scoring member of our class will earn an invitation to our Emperor’s coronation. This is your best way to earn our liege's graces and truly stand out as a potential soldier for our species. Are you ready?”

The class all chirped and clicked to show their understanding. “Well, get to it!” The creature barked. “The pipes, the windows, the various entrances that have been scouted out—use them all to their advantage. Go, cadets, and good luck. And, Zathina? I’m expecting great things from you.” Though there was no response, Jon’s body smirked as the star pupil was clear in the lead as the class set off.

However, one of the creatures was already scheming ways for his talents to shine. Get ready, Zathina, the being named Centaurus thought to himself. This is the day you’re dethroned.

Falling into the Debts of Hell

Part 1

“I dunno Mr. Joe,” said my niece’s boyfriend, Matt, as I pulled him closer to my bed. Despite how surprised and apprehensive he looked, there was still a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if on an inside joke. “What if Morgan finds out? I dunno if I could hurt her like that. Y’know, doing this with you.”

“Shh...” I said, slowly unbuttoning his polo shirt to reveal the chest of a boy finalizing his transition into a man. Despite the differences in our ages, he was already on his way to becoming more muscular than me. That, of course, only fueled the desire in my body. I could’ve sworn I started drooling, to my chagrin. “It can be our little secret.”

The way Matt whined didn’t go unnoticed. His face was completely flushed, in a daze of lust and perversion that most wouldn’t dare go to. On my end, I was pitching a raging stiffie—so much so that it was starting to hurt pressed up against my jeans. Of course, a simple strip and that was taken care of. There I was, clad in just my briefs, lying on my bed with my niece’s boyfriend’s bulge just inches away from my mouth.

Now, my gentle listener, you might be wondering how exactly I got myself into this mess. After all, having sex with my niece’s boyfriend would warrant getting cut off from your entire extended family for generations, but my case has some particularities, irregularities, and even “supernatural-ities,” if you pardon my French. See, it’s not me having sex with my niece’s boyfriend; it’s my niece.

Ah, sorry, I got too far ahead of myself again.

My name is Joseph, and I was a man with a dream. I had the wild fantasy of having a nice little mansion with plenty of cute maids; all wearing bunny ears, cat ears, the like; fighting each other for the chance to serve me.

However, I knew from the days I spent toiling my youth at arcades and casinos that money was easy for someone as fortunate as me. Though my younger brother warned me over and over again about the dangers of gambling. Naturally, a man now over 40 and savings that barely amounted to anything, I threw those childish warnings to the back of my mind and set off toward the closest casino in town. I had little to lose and a dream of debauchery to gain. Really, though, it was also about the thrill.

Sadly, even having the noblest dreams close to your heart wasn’t enough to make one a winner. Though my first time going to the casino resulted in a nice $300 profit, every other trip was a total flop. I bled cash in all other visits, and soon I could feel my shoulders being crushed by the burden of an unpayable debt. Well, I say “unpayable,” like it was unreasonable, but I don’t think anyone’s ever expected anything unreasonable out of me. With enough work and time, I would’ve been able to take care of it myself. However, at the time, I really saw myself as facing the gates of hell, and the devil of Greed awaited for my eternal soul. That was the sorta immaturity I embodied. It easy to fall into the “the world is against me,” mindset when you only look at your problems. Especially when you consider everyone’s reactions to it.

The only thing I feared more than the debt was my family finding out about the debt. My parents had already passed away, so at least I wouldn’t have to face the results of their reactions until I was long dead. However, my younger brother and his family already saw me as a child in the body of a hairy old man, so I couldn’t allow them to see my failures as both a gambler and as a human.

Then, the day arrived that my niece and nephew visited my home.

They were a pair of twins that looked and sounded nothing alike. The girl, Morgan, stood tall and proud, with her long hair shining as brightly as her future in the sun. Her twin brother Isaac, younger only by a few minutes and shorter by a mere inch, didn’t stand so much as slouch with his own brand of arrogance. His hair, as messy as his clothes, was cut short and uneven, and even dyed black to distinguish himself further. But his future arguably shined even brighter than his sister. The only thing the two seemed to have in common was their intelligent, green eyes that looked at me with concern.

And that was all I knew about them. Though they came to my house often, all I knew was they shared my blood through my brother’s side and they shared their mother’s success. Aside from a few anecdotes, they were complete strangers to me. We didn’t even share appearance, either. Even so, letting them rot on my porch on a hot summer day wasn’t an option, so I let them inside.

“Thank you for having us,” said Morgan with a curt nod. It was the politeness one had with a client or a guest. Creeped me out. Girls her age shouldn’t be acting like that. “You see, there was a note on our front door when we arrived home. We didn’t tell our parents yet, but… it mentioned your being in debt.”

I didn’t say anything. Guess I figured that if I didn’t speak and just stewed in this awkward and heavy silence, eventually they’d get bored and leave.

“Everything ok? The note speak the truth?” Isaac said with a gruff grunt. “If you’re in trouble, it’s good to talk ‘bout it and shit.”

They weren’t gonna leave without any answer. Not just that, they pretty much saw through all of my nonsense and bullshit. All I could really do was be honest, despite all the shame I had. I took a deep breath and shared my story with them. Thankfully, they respectfully listened without interrupting or even batting an eye.

Once I finished, Morgan and Isaac shared meaningful glances with each other. While Isaac retained a deadpan expression, Morgan looked ready to burst into tears.

“They really took advantage of you, uncle,” she said, sniffling as she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hands. “And, they’ll most likely be after all of our family, now. We’ll be the target of harassment for who knows how long.” She let out a couple wet sobs while facing away from me. “S-Sorry, I’m sorry…”

“They’ll keep harassing us,” said Isaac, “unles…”

Unless?

“We can pay off the debt,” said Isaac, as deadpan as ever despite how ridiculous his words were. Before I could even respond to tell him how terrible his lies were, Morgan pulled out a fat wad of cash from her purse. She flashed me a few bills. Several hundreds, fifties, and twenties—all organized carefully; no doubt by Morgan. It was enough. No, even more than enough. These crazy kids had plenty of cash on them and were willing to bail me out! But…

I shook my head and backed away. “I can’t accept your cash,” I said.

“You’re literally reaching for it right now, ya dolt,” said Isaac to my chagrin. My body could never refuse cash from anything. “C’mon, uncle, just take the damn money,” he said, sounding exhausted by now.

Morgan nodded. “If they know where we live, they’re just going to keep harassing us like this. Our mom would have a panic attack if she found out. Better you are in our debt than in theirs.”

Funny, Morgan had even said,  “better you be in our debt than in theirs,” but I didn’t see the true purpose behind their little scheme. I could’ve asked any number of questions, like “Where did you get your hands on this money?” or “What kind of debt collectors leave a note behind?” or even “Why’re you willing to bail me out?” But all I had my eyes on was that stack of money that would grant me peace of mind.

I took it without hesitation, thanking my niece and nephew profusely. Sweet little Morgan even gave me a hug before she said goodbye through a tearful smile. Not only did I need to pay back what these kids deserved, but I also needed to do something extra for them.

That night, I made my way to the casino to hand it off to the owner. Though he accepted it, I could see a glint of disapproval in his eyes. Just from his expression, I could tell he was thinking, “A loan shark, eh? Typical.” He wasn’t entirely wrong either, I’ll admit to that.

I made a note to myself to never visit that place again as I left. Not out of fear of debt, but because I did want to see that unpleasant look anymore.

Once I arrived home, I found Morgan waiting for me. Surprisingly, her brother was nowhere to be found. Figured they were attached at the hip. “Forget something?” I asked her as she stood up from her seat on my porch.

“No, nothing like that,” said Morgan, playing with her hair as she avoided my gaze. “I just wanted to ask something of you. Do you mind if we go inside, uncle? It’s rather cold tonight,” she said, shivering.

I nodded and stepped forward to unlock the door. “It’s open—“ I began, but before I finished speaking, I felt Morgan press her hand against my back. A numbing sensation spread throughout my body, and a cloudy haze spread in my mind.

“Let’s go inside, uncle,” said Morgan, and I silently followed her command. She shut the door behind her, and suddenly I feared how alone we were. “So, I’ve decided to go ahead and make you pay off your new debt right away.” Her tone remained nonchalant; completely unlike the emotional girl I saw this afternoon. “But, Isaac and I aren’t interested in money. If we were, we would have never taken on your debt.” With an innocent smile that befitted her age, she said, “That’s why you’ll pay us off with your body.”

“Wh-What are you saying? Morgan, why can’t I move?!”

“Please be quiet.” And then my mouth refused to move. The most I could do was wiggle my toes and blink. “At least, be quiet until I start to enter you.” She checked her phone, probably to text some friend, before lifting her face with a satisfied smile. However, what truly frightened me was her gaze. In Morgan’s green eyes was not the cute glint of a high school girl, but the tenacity, hunger, and ferociousness of a predator. “It’s a shame Isaac and I always have to share, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re born a twin.”

She held up her hand, as though to cast a spell, and placed it on my pectoral. Then, she began to knead it like she was some kinda baker. I couldn’t even moan at her sudden and invasive touch. Not even when her hand passed through the cloth and skin and deep inside of me. “There we go,” she said with a chuckle as her whole arm disappeared inside of me. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. You’ll just feel a little uncomfortable. Like getting a type of foreign massage.”

My only response was a huff through clenched teeth. Morgan pointedly ignored that and kept pushing more and more of herself into me. Once her entire form disappeared and I was all alone in the living room did I finally gain control of myself. But it was only for an instant. My body cringed and convulsed as I felt Morgan shift inside of me. Was she trying to get comfortable?

Eventually, the convulsions stopped, and my body began to move despite my attempts. First, I stretched my arms and cracked my neck. “Let’s see...” Then, I flex both biceps. “Not bad, uncle Joe. Dad bods are all the rage nowadays, so you should be popular with a certain demographic.” I grinned, but inside I was truly frightened. Had I really become a passenger in my own body?

Morgan in my body pulled out my cell phone and punched in a number I had never seen before. “Hey Matt!” she greeted—her preppy tone so bizarre in my husky voice.

“Morgan? Babe, you really got him?” It was a boy’s voice, and he sounded excited. “No way!” he said with a laugh. “Ok, I’m on my way. Be there soon. So, uh… when I get there…?”

“I’ll be in character,” I said as I rubbed at my bulge. What the hell was Morgan planning on doing with my body?! “Don’t worry, even if it’s a little awkward the first time, we can do it again, and again, and again. My uncle owes us a debt to last years to come.”

Morgan sat down my body on the couch and began a small exploration. “I hope you won’t think too badly of me,” she said as she played around with my body. First by flexing, then my running her hands down my torso. “Mm, not bad. Bit of muscle and the fat keeps it from looking too muscly and weird. Not too round, either.” She directed my fingers to caress my thighs, and then my face. “No wonder Matt went crazy when I showed him pics of you. He’s bi, so playing around helps spice up our relationship,” she told me. Was she expecting me to respond to her or something? Maybe it was more a pleasantry than anything else.

Morgan did another pleasurable stretch, and she let out a small moan as something popped. “Aw, nice. God, uncle, I have got to sign you up for yoga. You could be really flexible if you just put some effort into it. And it’ll do some good for what we’re about to do.”

Not long after the phone call, I heard the doorbell ring. My shirt off, clad in just my underwear, I confidently strutted over to the door. On the other end was a young man who gasped and took an immediate step back. “W-Woah! Oh, sir, uh… is Morgan here?” he said with a nervous smile. His eyes kept shifting up and down.

“Hmm, dunno,” I said, leaning against the door frame and subtly bouncing my pecs. “Maybe inside? Why don’t you come in? We can go look together, young man.”

“Uh, if you say so, sir.” Together, the two of us wandered around the house, exchanging flushed and playful looks along the way, until we ended up in my room. “Huh, thought she said she’d be here. Weird, right, sir?” said Matt, making sure to face away from me to hide his boner.

“Well, I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” I said, stepping closer to Matt. “But, in the meantime, why don’t I keep you company?” I stepped closer to him, even as he tried to avoid my gaze as much as possible.

“Wh-What do you mean?” Finally, Matt turned to face me, our lips just a few inches apart. “S-Sir?!” I said nothing but smiled as I took his hand and placed it on my chest. “H-Hey, c’mon. I-I can’t do this to Morgan! I—“ and before he could finish, I placed a finger to his lips. Though his protests continued, they slowly fizzled out like a dying firework. The main show would begin soon.

“Relax,” I whispered to him. As he quieted down, I leaned in and planted a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. Never in my life was I as romantic as that. “I can take care of you. Everything you want. I’m all yours,” I said, my hands exploring his chest, then abdomen, and finally, his bulge hidden by his jeans. “Your li’l guy’s ready. You?”

The kiss must’ve pushed Matt over the edge, cause he said, “I...I am. I sure as hell am!” before lowering his voice to a quiet, sensual whisper. “Been wanting to fuck your tight, old man ass ever since I saw you.”

With just a bit of foreplay, we ended up on my bed. Matt held my wrists down with one hand while slowly, smoothly sliding my underwear down with the other. I had never been on the receiving end of a fucking, not even when I was in college. “God, you’re aggressive,” I said, “can’t say I don’t approve.”

“You’re gonna do a helluva lot more than approve when I’m done with you,” said Matt with a lust sigh as he spread my legs. “Gonna make you cum buckets. Nah, hell nah. Gonna fuck you so hard your world’s gonna go white.” He took deep breaths, like a running about to undergo a marathon. Just how hard did his body crave something like this? Jesus Morgan, what did you do to this kid?

“Do it, lover boy,” I said as I lifted my legs into the air. “This hole’s craving hot jock boy cock.” That was all the encouragement Matt needed. With some lube he must’ve brought himself, he circled my anus with his cock head, loosening it just a bit. “Getting impatient, boy...” I said, biting my lower lip in preparation.

Really wished Morgan hadn’t said that, cause that boy had some stamina! He pounded me so hard that I thought I was gonna split in half. “OH! OH FUCK, OH!” I cried out while writhing on my bed. If Morgan hadn’t used my hands to push against the headboard, I would’ve been concussed. “OH! M-Matt, you’re—FUCK—a goddamn stallion!”

“I ain’t finished yet!” he said, cockily. “Ya think I had—nngh—ENOUGH?!” Matt punctuated that with a particularly deep thrust, hitting my g-spot just right. For a second, my vision really did go white. “C’mon, moan for me! I wanna hear those deep groans you can only get from a geezer like you.”

I did just that, to my horror. My voice, that which I thought was only for the ladies, was now saying stuff like, “I’ve never been plugged by this much cock before!” while laughing hard enough to start tearing up. “Ohhhhhh, I’ve spent so many lonely nights before ya, Matt. Masturbating doesn’t come close to comparing to—NNGG, AHHH—to this!” I said, my legs writhing as the sensation began building. My abdomen began to tighten as climax approached. Words were already beyond me, and all I could do was scream as I shot my load between us.

“Get over here,” Matt said through gritted teeth as he pulled me close and started to roughly make out with me. He continued to fuck me, and I wrapped my legs around him in order to pull him close.

“Breed me. Make me your woman, kid,” I moaned, my dick erect and leaking still. I was full, and it was… nice.

Matt soon came afterward, moaning into my mouth as these crazy kids continued kissing and embracing. “Ohhh, that was so good, Mr. Joe,” he said as he rubbed his face against my furry chest.

“Roleplay is over, Matt,” I said, rolling my eyes. At least she finally stopped pretending to be me. “Next time, I’m on top, okay? With my own body.”

“Yeah yeah,” he said with a lighthearted chuckle. The two of them continued to embrace, and I started to feel like a third wheel in my own body. “You really gotta hand off your uncle’s body? For real?”

I shrugged. “Only fair. My brother gets to use him tomorrow. I got him for tonight, and we’ll keep on switching.”

“You really share everything with him, huh?”

I clicked my tongue. “Not everything,” I said. “But, most things we do. We’re twins, y’know. We share a birthday, we share tastes, we even share dreams.” I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. A serenity spilled all over me. Was I the one feeling at peace, or was Morgan simply relaxed after that intense session? I was all sweaty, and even though Matt was clearly enjoying the sensation, I still wanted to take a shower and forget about all of this. But she didn’t let me. “Isaac,” Morgan began again, and I intently listened, “is half of my soul. And I’m half of his. That’s how twins work. We’re fine separated, but together we’re unbeatable.”

That tenacity returned, and it frightened me. Knowing what these two kids could do, I felt dread creeping over my soul. The power they could have with the ability to possess and control people from the inside was limited only by their devious imagination. Visions of money, power, and slaves under their heels flashed across my eyes. Were these the dreams that Morgan mentioned?

I learned far more than I wanted to about my niece and nephew that night. And would continue to do so for many nights to come.