As they continued to try on dresses and experiment with their newfound abilities, Angel couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.
Every time she saw Tim in a new outfit, there seemed to be a subtle shift in their dynamic. The sibling bond they once shared was replaced with an almost palpable sexual tension that left her feeling both excited and confused. How could she be feeling this way about her own mother?
As the two of them continued to try on dresses, Angel couldn't help but notice the way her own body —her father's body— was reacting.
Her cock began to harden, even while she tried desperately to keep it at bay.
Finally, as the last dress was tried on, Angel found herself unable to deny the truth any longer. "Tim," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tim turned to face her, his eyes wide and filled with expectation. Angel took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
"What's wrong, Angel?" Tim asked, sensing his sister's discomfort.
Angel took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.
"It's just..." she faltered, "I don't know. It's like... I'm attracted to you."
"I... I can't stop looking at you," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I know it's wrong. But I can't help it. It's like Dad's body makes me..."
She trailed off, unable to finish.
Tim covered his chest in shock, looking down at his mother's body, "I... I don't know what to say, Angel. That's kind of weird."
Angel licked her lips. She couldn't help herself anymore.
She reached out and placed her hand on Tim's chest, feeling the soft material of the dress beneath her fingers.
"I... I want to touch you," she croaked.
Tim froze at his sister's touch, like a deer in headlights, his heart racing as Angel's hand lingered on his chest, "Angel, no..."
"You're Mom. I'm Dad," Angel convinced herself, whispering the words as her hand cupped the soft mounds of Tim's breasts, "We're a couple now."
Her hand reached lower, and she felt a surge of excitement at the thought of crossing the line.
"Please, Tim," Angel breathed, her voice shaky and her eyes pleading.
"I... don't like this anymore. Angel... Please, stop."
But she didn't stop. Couldn't stop.
She pushed Tim down on their parents' bed and climbed on top of him, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and lust.
"No, Angel, you don't--"
But Angel silenced him with a forceful kiss.
Tim could feel her throbbing cock rubbing up against his mound.
He tried to pull away, but Angel was relentless, her lips demanding entrance, her hands moving lower, gripping and pulling Tim's hips towards her.
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