switching bodies with my niece
switching bodies with my niece
Sex Story Author: | thirdpillow4them |
Sex Story Excerpt: | I reached over intending to pull my niece closer and comfort her as I had done before in crazy situations |
Sex Story Category: | Incest |
Sex Story Tags: | Incest, Masturbation, Science-Fiction, Young |
This is a just a draft of something I’ve been trying to put together.
There’s some parts that are kind of gay, depending on how you look at them. Some readers had problems with me not noting that my last story had gay stuff in it. It also has a young character involved. So be warned, but enjoy if you go on to read this. Please let me know what you think by writing to me at thirdpillow4them@gmail.com
I woke up feeling really odd. Nothing in my body seemed to feel right. Did I get drunk last night; was I in my own bed; was I even in my own house? I threw the blankets off and stumbled out of bed. My legs felt weird, my stride was off, and I was dizzy. I must have gotten wasted last night, but I haven’t done that in years. I don’t remember anything besides getting in bed, my own bed last night. I walked out of the room and recognized my hallway. Ok, I’m really disorientated, but I found the guest bathroom. I didn’t bother to turn on the light. I just found the toilet and pulled my shorts down and sat down. Something was not right, something was not right at all! When I peed, the feeling was all wrong. Like stepping down on a leg that has fallen asleep, I couldn’t feel the correct sensation of relieving myself. I began to feel a little sick and put my hand on my stomach, it didn’t feel right either. It was flat and solid and smooth and not right at all. I reached down to see what was wrong with my penis. My pubic hair was soft and short and the texture didn’t feel familiar. My penis, MY PENIS! It wasn’t there. Where did my dick go?
This has got to be some weird dream. My fingers moved slowly across the softest folds of flesh I’ve even felt. Soft and hot, silky and delicate, I was touching a vagina. It was an amazing little vagina with tightly closed lips and sleek baby fuzz hairs. I didn’t know what odd part of my brain this dream was coming from, but I was going to take advantage of it. I gently parted the soft crease and let my finger roam the supple flesh. It was so tight. It was bizarre to be on the fingering side, and fingered side. The feeling in my fingers was so nice, but the feeling on this pussy was amazing. I brought my finger to my mouth and let a big bunch of saliva drip from my lips down my fingertip. I moved my hand back down and let the wet fingertip more easily find its way between those firm lips. The grip on my fingertip was intense. I kept wiggling it around trying to bury it further inside me, but it was almost too tight and hurt a little.
I just played with the clit until I felt comfortable trying to go in again. I had no idea it felt like this on a woman’s side. Rubbing my clit was very satisfying though. It wasn’t the same as working up an orgasm with my cock in my hand. This took finesse and proper pressure. It required just the right tantalizing amount of pressure in just the right spot. But the build up to orgasm felt like nothing else I’d ever felt. It wasn’t the same old stroke-stroke-stroke; rub the balls stroke-stroke cum like I was use to doing to myself. I felt slight tingles in this tight little pussy that was now mine. I ran my other hand up inside my shirt. Expecting to feel my hairy chest, I was greeted with the feeling of 2 small bumps with sensitive little nipples and sprung to life with my touch. This was truly a weird dream. It never felt like this to rub my nipples, but this feeling was deep and surprisingly nice. I rubbed and twisted and gently pinched these little nubs between my fingertips as my other hand manipulated my clit and soft little labia.
An orgasm was building to higher and higher levels and I could tell this was going to be extreme, more extreme than any other. I’ve had some orgasms that felt good. Orgasms that I worked and worked for slowly while sitting alone watching porn or thinking about something extremely sexy. I’ve had them last for 30 or 40 seconds with huge spurts of cum shooting all over myself and I thought that was the best there was to be had. But this, this wonderful feeling of building and multiplying sensations as I reached peak was already more than I had felt ever before. I braced myself against the sink in case I passed out from this. I leaned my ass against the counter and leaned back and looked at the ceiling in the dim morning light. I turned around and held my hand on the edge of the counter and humped my fingers for a moment when I looked up and saw my niece looking at me. Regardless of the weird situation I was in, or the fact that I must be having a dream, I was completely embarrassed and yelled at her about knocking and not just walking in. But no one had walked in. No one had forgotten to knock. I wasn’t looking at my niece looking back at me. I was looking at my own reflection in the mirror. This dream had just gone from weird to ridiculous.
I reached back and turned the light on. In the mirror, I saw a reflection of my 11 year old niece with her shorts halfway down her thighs and her shirt pulled up over her tiny little boobs. But it was myself I was looking at. I was in her body and had complete function of everything. Although it was still feeling weird to control a much smaller body with shorter legs and arms. I brushed my long black hair behind my ears and looked at my face closely in the mirror. It felt so weird to run my tongue across my teeth. I smiled and realized it was because of the braces I was wearing. I stuck my tongue out and pinched my cheeks and blinked and made faces at myself in the mirror. This was crazy, a crazy crazy dream that felt so real.
Fuck it, Im going to finish this little dream masturbating fiasco I started in what must be my sleeping head and wake up later and giggle all day about it.
Before I could get back to work on myself, I heard people waking up. I started to walk to my room after I pulled my shorts back up a little bit, but the door to my room came open and out walked “me”. We both looked at each other in a very surprised manner. I started to speak, but the “me” in the hallway started first. In a low whisper I heard my own voice ask me who I was. I said that I think I’m me and asked if you’re you or me or are we each other. “Uncle Roy,” my voice said back, “we’ve switched bodies!”
Realizing that maybe this wasn’t a dream, I asked to go upstairs to the bonus room where we could talk a little louder and no one would hear us. It was pretty early in the morning, but I wanted to figure this out before anyone woke up and made the situation worse. We went up and sat on the couch facing the TV.
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