But when the vibrator kicked in, the male part of his body paired up with the female parts, and demanded an orgasm.
When it came, he spent perhaps a tenth of a second trying to compare it to what it felt like when his clit was being sucked. But then he gave that up and let the waves of pleasure crash over him. He had no idea that his body was flopping and jerking, or that Carly had taken the pillow that had muffled her mouth, and pushed it against his.
When the pressure and vibration suddenly vanished, he groaned in displeasure at the loss. He also became aware of the pillow over his face, and pushed it away. He looked to see that Roger Rabbit was now buried in Sherry's pussy, and her hips were moving around as if she were lying on an ant hill.
He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm hard again," came the slightly petulant voice of his sister. "Watching you guys do that made it hard again."
"No problem," he said, rolling to face her.
"Craig?" Her voice was quiet.
"Yes."
"Something bad is happening."
He thought about the dozens of things she might be referring to. That aliens had abducted them was bad. That they had been switched into each other's body was bad. That neither of them knew how to be a member of the opposite sex was bad. That they, as brother and sister were doing the things they'd been doing was bad. That he had just had a sexual toy stuck up his pussy was bad. And those were only the first things that flitted through his mind.
"What?" he finally asked, unwilling to think about all that.
"You'll hate me if I tell you," she whimpered.
"I could never hate you. You know that." He reached to kiss her lips gently. "What is it? We've handled things so far. Whatever it is we'll handle that too."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive."
Sherry groaned and the bed moved.
"I can't help it," said Carly, a tear welling out of one eye and moving hesitantly down her cheek.
"Can't help what?"
"You're right. I do want to stick my penis in something."
"Of course you do," he said. "It's normal."
"Craig?"
"Yes," he said, patiently.
"I want to stick it in you." Another tear followed the first one. "And Cher. I want to fuck you both!"
Something jerked inside him, but it was clear she was having a hard time with this.
"Look," he said. "What you're feeling is completely normal. Guys want to fuck girls, especially girls they like. That's just your body telling you what it wants. It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you."
"But you're my brother. And Cher is my best friend and wants to stay a virgin. I shouldn't want to do that to you guys."
"I told you, that urge is normal. You're going to see lots of girls that will make you have that thought."
"What about cute guys?" she said. "What if I want to fuck them too?"
"Don't do that," he said, automatically. He frowned, and then smiled. "You know what I mean. I guess there are guys out there who like that kind of thing. And it's your body now, and you're stuck with it. In fact, having a relationship with a gay guy might be the best thing you could do. I mean you like guys, and you've always thought you'd fall in love with a guy. And yes, the idea of that makes me want to scream, but it is your life. Just don't do that while we're in high school, okay?"
"I don't want to do that with some other guy. Only you."
"But I'm not a guy anymore," he said.
"Of course you are, down inside," she said.
"But we have to ignore that."
"Only in public," she said. "I don't want to forget who you are. And I don't want to become all male. We have to find a way to stop this, Craig. We have to find a way to get back into our own bodies."
"But then I'd just want to fuck you," he joked.
She reached for him.
"I'd let you," she said, completely serious. "It would be worth it to have my body back."
*****
They did not give in to Carly's carnal urges. It would take someone with a medical degree in the art of understanding the mind to parse out all the reasons why. Some of them were obvious. They did recognize they were siblings. They did recognize the danger of impregnation. Neither was ready, on an emotional level, to escalate things to that level. Kissing and fooling around was one thing. That didn't seem serious. But having intercourse was serious, and they both knew it.
Still, Craig knew what kinds of things he'd dreamed of when he was in that body, and what kinds of things might satisfy her urge to copulate.
To that end, he lay back and invited his sister to lie on top of him, with her straining erection on his belly. The urge to move, on her part, was instinctive, and within seconds she was dry fucking the prickly skin of his mons. Her balls dragged over the top of his slit, but didn't actually touch his clit. She felt the evidence that he did, indeed, need to shave down there, but didn't care. Her lips sought his in a gesture of thanks, and somehow the act of kissing her sibling didn't bother her at all. They had done that before, and it no longer seemed odd.
The strange mixture of a female mind in a male body created the perfect atmosphere for her to achieve release. The kisses were almost as delicious as the feel in her penis, rubbing against his smooth skin. It only took a few minutes, and she groaned into his mouth, as the soothing jets from her balls satisfied her libido. They sprayed on what had been her very own abdomen, making movement even easier.
"I love you so much," she whispered, her lips brushing his as she spoke.
"I love you too," he answered. He was as satisfied as she was, even though he hadn't cum. He no longer found it odd that his primary concern was for his partner's happiness. If he'd even have thought about it, he simply would have ascribed that to the female part of his anatomy.
*****
It was late, after midnight. The kids were clothed, now, in their PJs. That was primarily because, when they remained naked, they found it too distracting to let them talk about serious issues.
They had been talking about school, and how each sibling was going to have to navigate that minefield. A particular point of interest was how to survive the shower room, after Phys Ed. Suddenly, Sherry changed the subject.
"I heard you, you know," she said, looking at Carly.
"Heard what?" There had been a lot to hear.
"I heard you say you wanted to fuck me."
"I was just horny out of my mind," said Carly, dismissively.
"You almost fucked your brother," accused Sherry.
"No I didn't. I just rubbed up against him until I spurted."
"She's right. She never got even close to my pussy," said Craig.
"It sure looked like you were fucking," said Sherry.
"We weren't. I can show you if you want." Carly casually reached to grip the bulge in her bottoms.
"I don't think so," said Sherry. "I like playing with it, and I love sucking it. But having it rub around right next to my pussy would be scary."
"I'd never force you to do anything," said Carly.
"I know that. That's not what I'm worried about."
"Well, what are you worried about?"
"I'm worried because yesterday you would never have even thought about wanting to fuck him. But now you do. Did. I mean something changed."
"Everything has changed," said Carly.
"I know that," said Sherry. "What I mean is that something happened to change your mind. No, not change. Something happened to make you want to do that."
"But we didn't," insisted Carly.
"Yes, but you wanted to."
"Okay, you're right. I wanted to. But then we found a way to do something else."
"I get that. But you'll want to do that again. Am I wrong? It sure looked like you were having a good time."
"Okay, yes. I'm going to want to do that again. But it's harmless."
"Unless, one of these days, he decides he wants to let you do that," said Sherry, blinking
several times.
"But he won't. You know that. He's a boy inside, and the idea of having a penis in him is repugnant."
Sherry looked at Craig, who had just been sitting there listening.
"Any boy?" she said, and then added, "Or just any boy except that one?" She pointed to Carly.
"It's complicated," he said, quietly.
"What do you mean?" asked Carly, sounding alarmed.
"Before Roger, I didn't think I could possibly enjoy something like that," he said.
"I told you you'd love it," said Sherry.
"I still don't want any guys I know doing that to me," he said. "I can't imagine letting a guy do that. Roger is one thing. A real guy is something else."
"See?" crowed Carly, but then fell silent as her brother raised one dainty hand, with fingernails that had only been painted an hour before.
"I said it was complicated," he said. "I don't think of you as a guy."
"Okay," she said.
"But you have guy parts. And not just any guy parts ... my guy parts." He blinked. "My old guy parts."
"Okay, so what?" asked Carly. "Surely you never thought about fucking yourself."
"No, but I was comfortable touching it. Making it spurt. Fucking my hand, if you will. I still don't mind doing all those things. And I have thought about fucking you before. I know that's perverted, but I've considered fucking almost every girl I ever saw. I mean I didn't think about it, and reflect on it for ten minutes, or anything. But every girl got put into a category of either 'I'd fuck her,' or 'Not interested.'"
"So the idea of letting her fuck you isn't repugnant to you," said Sherry.
Craig swallowed. "Something like that," he finally said.
"Wow," said Carly, softly.
"You said something to me," said Craig. "While we were doing ... that."
"Right before we started," she said.
He looked off to the side, thinking, wondering if they were thinking about the same thing.
"Yeah," he said. "You're right. It was just before we started."
"I said if we got our own bodies back, I'd let you fuck me," she said.
"Yeah. Was that just your balls talking?"
Now she looked off to the side as she thought. Then she looked back at him.
"Partly? Maybe?"
"I heard that too," said Sherry. "And it sounded like you meant it to me."
"I can't admit I meant it," moaned Carly.
"I told you," said Craig. "It's complicated."
"And that's my whole point," said Sherry.
She paused as she idly scratched an itch under her left breast.
"If something could change like that in you two ... I'm afraid something could change like that inside me too."
"What are you talking about?" asked Carly.
"I'm talking about what if I suddenly decide I want to let you fuck me!"
Chapter Nine
They were so unsettled by all the talk of fucking that they knew they couldn't go to sleep. They had talked about how to behave in public so much that that subject wasn't interesting any more. That left them with nothing to do.
"If we were in my room we could play video games," said Craig.
"We are in your room," Sherry reminded him. "What games?"
He named them. Neither girl was interested.
"I feel like I need to run," said Carly. "Running always clears my head."
"It's the middle of the night," said Craig.
"So? Is there a law against running at night?"
"You can't be serious," he said.
"Trust me, things have been very serious for the last hour."
He grinned. "Now you know how hard it is to be a guy."
She ignored him and started taking off her PJs. She went to the drawer she kept her running gear in, and opened it to find bras there instead.
"Where's my running stuff?" she asked.
"Bottom drawer," said Craig. "But it's going to look pretty weird on you."
She remembered and groaned. She went to the door, still naked, and opened it.
"Be right back."
Craig looked at Sherry. "I don't believe this."
"That's the way she is," said Sherry, shrugging. "You going with her?"
"In the middle of the night? No way."
"Well , I don't have anything to wear for a run. Aren't you worried about her being out there alone?"
He thought about it. He'd never run at this time of night, but if he had he didn't think he'd be worried about anything. Canon City had almost no crime to speak of. It was a quiet town.
"No," he said. "Maybe it will help her think."
Carly returned, wearing a tank top and loose red shorts.
"Who's going with me?"
"You're on this crazy mission alone," said Craig. "Where are you going?"
"I don't know. Just around the block a few times, probably. I just want to get some of this energy out of me."
"That body won't run the way you're used to," said Craig. "You always run me into the ground when we go out together."
"No , I don't," she scoffed.
"You know how I always say I've got something to do and can't spend that long running?"
"Yeah."
"It's a lie. I can't keep up with you." He grinned. "Or at least I didn't used to be able to keep up with you. I'm not going out in the middle of the night, but tomorrow sometime we'll go for a run together, and it will be my turn to run your legs off."
"You are so full of it," snorted Carly. "I feel like I could run up a mountain in this body."
"Go have fun," said Craig.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she said. It was just a quip that rolled off her tongue.
She left and Craig wondered what would happen if she woke up their parents. That would be interesting. But she didn't, apparently, and things remained quiet.
"What are we going to do?" asked Sherry.
"Beats me. We've talked about everything I can think of."
"Yeah," she said, softly. "Did you actually think about fucking me?"
He looked at her.
"I told you. Guys just do that."
"You said there were two categories," she said. "Was I really in the one where you'd do it?"
"Do her," said Craig, trying to distance Sherry from the category, somehow. "Don't be creeped out. All my friends do that, but it doesn't mean anything.”
"It means something to me," she said.
"I told you, don't be creeped out. It's just a harmless fantasy."
"You never acted like you were interested in me," she said.
"And you never acted like you were interested in me," he returned.
"I wasn't," she said. "Not really. I mean, not seriously."
"Well there you go. Girls don't do that."
"Yes we do," she said.
"What?"
"We have fantasies too."
"Really?"
"Of course. We're human."
"What kind of fantasies?" he asked.
"You asked that the way a boy would ask it," she said.
"Are you surprised?"
"I just wanted to remind you, you have to act like a girl now."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. What kind of fantasies?"
"Romantic fantasies," she said.
"Oh," he said. His interest waned a bit. He'd picked up one of those romance novels one time, and read a few pages. He'd decided it was crap. "Well, there you are. Harmless fantasies. The fantasies guys have are harmless, just like that."
"Maybe not," she said.
"What?"
"Before all this happened, I didn't think that much about physical things ... about sex."
"How can you not think about physical things while you're using Roger, or Johnny?" he asked.
"All that does is make the fantasy seem more real," she said. "I used to dream of falling in love, and love would be wonderful and the man would love me more than anything else in the world, and that's what I thought about while I u
sed Johnny."
"Are you saying that has changed?" he asked, carefully.
"Maybe. I never thought there was a boy out there who actually wanted to ... you know ... be like that ... with me."
"There are lots of guys out there who have thought about that," said Craig. "Trust me on that."
"Why don't any of them show it?" she asked.
"Because they're scared."
"Scared of what?"
He lay down on his side.
"There are two kinds of guys. It's probably more complicated than that, but for now, let's just say there are two kinds. One kind are the guys who think they're hot shit. A lot of them are jocks, because they are good at some sport, and that makes them feel confident. Maybe their parents have lots of money, and that makes them feel confident. Those are the guys who want to be with a popular girl."
"She's a trophy," said Sherry, petulantly.
"Maybe," he agreed. "And those girls are confident too, because they're popular.”
"They act confident," said Sherry. "I'm not so sure they are, though. There's a lot of drama in that group."
"Whatever," he said. "Those are the guys who go after what they want, and it's usually a popular girl."
"Okay," she said.
"The other kind of guys are the ones who aren't so confident, at least not when it comes to girls. They feel tongue tied, or they think the girl will laugh at them or whatever. Those are the guys who have their fantasies, but don't do anything about it. They like girls, and they wish they could have a relationship with a girl, but they're chicken to actually try it."
"How do you know this?" she asked.
"I know people in both groups," he said.
"Which group are you in?"
"I don't know. I always thought all that stuff was stupid. If I liked a girl, I talked to her. It wasn't hard to figure out if she was interested in me or not. If she wasn't, I kind of lost interest myself. Except in a fantasy, maybe. In the fantasy, she was interested, and she let me do what I wanted to."
"And you thought of that while you jerked off?"
"Yup."
"But you never talked to me. Not like that."
"You were Carly's best friend. She'd have been furious if I showed that kind of interest in you."
"Tell the truth," said Sherry sternly. "I'm plain. Guys don't think I'm pretty."
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