Sweet Revenge - Part 3

With plenty of time to spare until their parents returned home, and with Krista's room entirely his own, Jake decided to explore his new, surreal reality. Completely undisturbed.

Jake nervously stood in front of Krista's dresser, feeling unsure and embarrassed. He opened the top drawer -the one containing all of her panties- and shuffled through the assortment of frilly garments. He cautiously approached a pink pair with lace ruffles around the edges and plucked them out, bringing them close to his nose to absorb their light, fruity fragrance.

He hesitantly lay on the bed that was once exclusively hers, pondering how his life had become so bizarre. He fastened the panties around his waistline, completely captivated by how they intimately hugged Krista's much wider hips.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening - lying in her bed, wearing her lingerie - all due to an ill-fated prank.

The sensations were foreign yet oddly familiar, as a biological sibling's body likely would be. He noticed elements of himself within Krista - her arms, hands, voice, face and figure. This body had shared the same mother's womb. Lying in this unfamiliar bed, he couldn't deny it any longer:

"I'm Krista," he said aloud.

He got up and picked up a brush. He started running it through Krista's long hair. Something else to get used to. He glanced at the mirror above her vanity, admiring his new body –one identical to Krista's. He couldn't help but blush as he imagined what she would think if she saw him now; dressed in her clothing and fully embracing his femininity.

"God..." Jake whispered as tears welled in his eyes, "...I'm sorry, Krista..."

The sound of his sister's voice coming from his mouth made his heart leap. It sounded so soft and sweet. He could get used to this.

"Hi, I'm Krista..." Jake repeated over and over again as a strange calmness filled him and laughter escaped his lips.

Krista's breasts stared back at him, begging to be groped. Jake complied, taking her soft flesh into his hands, relishing in the sensation of fondling his sister's body.

"Oh God," Jake's head was spinning, "I shouldn't be doing this..."

He carefully supported her breasts with the warmth of his palms, lifting them with a delicacy that could only be created through an adoration for his sibling. Jake marveled at how these gentle mounds of flesh were fused to his chest. He couldn't believe that something so unbelievably beautiful could be his.