Possessive Memories

My name is Jason, and I'm just a regular 30-something-year-old guy. I'm out grabbing lunch with my older sister, Ana. We've had a good conversation, catching up on our respective family lives, work, and so on. But my thoughts are elsewhere. As I watch here lips move, I get flashbacks of the time I managed to possess her when I was still just a child.

It was a balmy summer day. Ana and I were playing in the backyard, our laughter echoing through the tall oak trees. I was a mischievous eleven-year-old, and Ana, 17, was my ever-patient playmate.

That fateful day, I stumbled upon a dusty old pendant buried in the dirt. It emanated a mysterious aura. I grabbed it while Ana wasn't looking. The moment my fingers closed around the pendant, a jolt of energy coursed through my body. Flustered, I slipped the pendant into my pocket.

From that day on, a strange connection began to develop between Ana and me. Little by little, I discovered that I could hear her thoughts, feel her emotions as if they were my own. It was an inexplicable bond that grew stronger with each passing day. At first, it was nothing more than a mere curiosity. But as time passed, the temptation to wield this newfound power consumed me.

One afternoon, while Ana was engrossed in her studies, I decided to test the extent of my abilities. Closing my eyes, I focused all my energy on her presence. As I delved deeper into her consciousness, I could sense her thoughts and feelings becoming clearer.

The metaphysical dust settled, and I found myself quite literally looking through her eyes. I could feel her heart pounding. I watched as she meticulously highlighted lines in her textbook, her brow furrowing with concentration.

I wanted to see if I could move her hand myself. It was a delicate dance, this shared existence, navigating the fine line between curiosity and intrusion. With bated breath, I concentrated on every fiber of her being.

Slowly, her hand rose from the page, the highlighter poised above the text.

It was in that moment I realized I had full control over her physical body. I stood up slowly and made my way to her bedroom mirror.

Standing in front of the mirror, Ana's reflection stared back at me with wide eyes, her hand still holding the highlighter mid-air. I lifted my trembling hands to her face and gently traced the contours of her features, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips.

I slowly placed Ana's highlighter down, feeling a smirk curling across her lips. It was a mischievous expression that mirrored my own intentions. A daring thought crossed my mind - what else could I make her do?

I twirled around in front of the mirror, the sensation of her flowing skirt brushing against her thighs. Then I fixated on her chest.

"No, Jason," I thought, "Don't do this."

I held her gaze in the mirror, my heart racing with both excitement and fear. It felt like I was stepping into the unknown, a boundary I never intended to cross. But it was too late. A wave of reckless desire consumed me. I focused on the buttons of her blouse, slowly unfastening one by one.

As the buttons popped open, I witnessed her chest reveal itself, the hues of her lacy bra a stark contrast to her fair skin. I held my breath, frozen in my own reflection.

I was just a kid. I had never seen a woman like this before. I let go of the last button and watched as her blouse fell open, revealing her chest. An involuntary gasp caught in my throat. My sister, my sister, so naked and vulnerable, and I, a child with the power to control her.

My heart pounded in my chest, as if trying to escape the weight of what I was about to do. Slowly, I reached out and tentatively touched her skin, my fingers lingering on the curve of her breast.

I undid her bra, releasing her from her undergarment, and watched in astonishment as her chest wholly revealed.

"Whoa," I gasped, Ana's voice echoing in the room, "I'm a ...girl. I'm ...Ana. This is awesome."

The sudden realization that I, just a preteen kid, was now in control of my older sister's body and life sent a shiver down my spine.

I began to strip off her clothing, revealing her in all her naked glory. I was fascinated by her curves, her smooth skin, and her lithe body. I ran my hands over her arms, her stomach, and her legs, marveling at the sensations.