3 comments/ 64829 views/ 26 favorites This Most Unusual Sister Ch. 01 By: TheEvelyn First of all, a big thank you to AsylumSeeker for editing this story and valuable advice - it made, to my mind, a huge difference in how the story reads. Secondly, a note to the reader. This story is part of a series of stories revolving around a family of witches, for want of a better word. Their origins and powers will be hinted at throughout the course of the stories, leading to a climax on the sister and brother's 21st birthday. All the stories will have the words 'This Most Unusual' in their title, followed by whoever is the main character in the story, whether that be 'Sister', 'Brother', 'Mother', 'Aunt', 'Best Friend', etc. Spoiler Alert: This story features erotic smoking, and an eighteen year old girl who wakes up in the middle of the night with a penis instead of a vagina. She and her best friend begin to explore new possibilities. Finally, another big thank you to AsylumSeeker. If you don't like this story, the fault is mine - if you do like the story, thank AS for adding the polish and shine! ***** It was the middle of the night. Angela and Gwen were sharing the bed as they had done on countless sleepovers since both were children. The only difference that night was that it was a sleepover on the holiday island of Fuerteventura and Gwen's parents hadn't been able to come that year due to other commitments. Angela and Gwen had the choice of any of the beds in the timeshare apartment. Habit decided that they would share a bed, and practicality determined it would be the largest bed in the apartment. Angela rolled over onto her front. That's strange, she thought, at the unexpected discomfort she felt between her legs. In her mostly asleep state she simply figured that she was lying on Gwen's hand or something, so Angela shifted in the bed once more. No, it couldn't be any part of Gwen she was laying on - Gwen was sleeping peacefully a few feet away. Angela rolled over onto her back and the odd feeling followed her. It was like a light weight on her, so she pulled back the sheets to have a look. What she saw there made her leap out of bed. "What's wrong?" asked Gwen, waking sleepily in response to her friend's sudden movement. "Oh, my Goddess!" cried Angela, looking between her legs. "Is that what I think it is?" asked Gwen incredulously, coming awake completely at the sight of Angela standing in the moonlight. Angela couldn't reply. She could do nothing except stare at the thing between her legs. Finally, she looked up at her friend and whispered a plea for help. "Well, I don't know what help I can be right now," said Gwen. "How about... Hmm, maybe a nice cup of tea will give us time to think about this!" "T-T-Tea?" stuttered Angela. "Tea, at this time?" "Do you have any better ideas?" asked Gwen. "It's not like either of us will get back to sleep any time soon! Come on, tea will make you feel better." Gwen slipped a nightdress over her head and waited for a response. Angela had a deer in the headlights look about her and it took a few minutes for Angela to make up her mind. "Tea... Okay," she said. Angela pulled a dressing gown on and tied the belt securely around her waist. "At least I don't have to look at it," she continued. "Ugh, I can still feel it there." Gwen brewed the tea and brought it into the living room. Angela had sat on the couch with her robe still tightly wrapped around her. She smiled in thanks as Gwen placed the mugs and teapot on the table. "Okay, so let's try to figure out what this is," said Gwen in that odd way of making a statement into a question. "It's pretty obvious what it is!" said Angela heatedly "No, I mean how it got there," replied Gwen in her most soothing voice. "How can something like that happen in only a few hours?" "I don't know," said Angela, her voice small in the moonlit room. "I really don't." "Let's try to sneak up on it then, let's think of something else for a while and the answer might pop into our heads!" "Well, I don't know about you," said Angela, "but how am I supposed to think about anything else? And would you please stop staring!" "Sorry," said Gwen, who had been looking at the bulge in Angela's dressing gown. "Um, I know - I've got these!" Gwen stood up and walked over to her bag. It was full of stuff she needed on the long flight out to the Canary Islands and it took her a few seconds to find what she was looking for. "Cigarettes?" asked Angela. "Yes, I bought them while I was waiting for you to pick me up at the airport," replied Gwen as she removed the cellophane wrapper. "I thought it would be a nice treat on our eighteenth birthday - I still can't get over our sharing the same birthday! It made me feel all grown-up when I bought them, kind of nice... It got my adrenaline going too!" "Yes, but..." said Angela. "Cigarettes?" "Yes," shrugged Gwen. "I've wanted to try one for a while, but there were never any opportunities back home. I'm going to have one even if you aren't." "I didn't say I didn't want one..." said Angela, reluctant to let a new experience pass her by. "Shall we, then?" asked Gwen. Angela nodded in agreement as Gwen opened the box. Her hand trembled slightly as she took out two cigarettes; a little stirring started in her tummy. She handed one to Angela and then placed the other one between her lips. The little tip felt wonderful sitting between her lips. Sudden doubt entered Gwen's mind; perhaps she would positively loathe smoking! It might be better to just leave the cigarette unlit... But no, not lighting it meant that she would never know how it felt and she had almost obsessed about smoking a cigarette on holiday. Besides, it was almost certain to take their minds away from Angela's predicament! "Okay," said Gwen. "I've watched how people do this. First they get the cigarette lit - they kind of suck on the tip as they hold the match up to it, and then they blow the smoke out. After that, the actual smoking starts. Suck in some smoke, then inhale, hold it for a few seconds and finally exhale. It should be easy enough!" Gwen put the cigarette back between her lips and struck a match. The little wooden stick broke in the middle and didn't light, so she tried another one. This one didn't break, but didn't light, either. She tried again and this time the match sputtered into flame. Angela had struck matches before and hers lit on the first attempt. She held the match up and looked at Gwen, who held her match up and then nodded. Both girls held the flames to the tips of their cigarettes and sucked on the ends until a deep red glow was coming from the tip. They took the cigarettes away from their mouths and blew out the smoke, wondering what all the fuss was about. That hadn't been so bad; it was quite easy, in fact! Now for the hard part! Gwen and Angela moved almost in unison, each bringing a lit cigarette up to their mouths. Gwen sucked in some smoke, watching as Angela did likewise, and then inhaled. Certain that she was going to gag, Gwen quickly exhaled, coughing a little at first. It had all happened so quickly - the way the smoke felt cool, that was strange; and the way it felt as it filled her lungs. She experienced a huge head rush as she had inhaled, which left her feeling a little dizzy. At least she didn't feel sick, that was good. Angela fared a little better, perhaps because she hadn't started with as much smoke in her mouth. She drew it into her lungs and felt a head rush too. It made her a little spacey, but it felt good nonetheless. Gwen coughed as she exhaled. Angela decided to try very hard to be more dignified about it than that! Angela made a little 'o' with her lips and blew the smoke out. She was a little disappointed that a really cool stream didn't flow out, but at least she wasn't coughing. "You should try again," said Angela, having completely exhaled all the smoke. "Don't take so big a gulp." The girls finished their first cigarettes very quickly by not letting any time between puffs escape them. By the end, they both felt that they were quite good at smoking - Gwen had only coughed once, and they had worked their way up from small puffs to full drags, blowing steady streams of gray-blue smoke into the air. "I don't know about you," said Gwen, "but I'm feeling very wet between the legs!" It was a real surprise - yes, Gwen had fantasized about smoking, sneaking peeks at other people as they sat at coffeehouses or walked along the sidewalk, but she'd had no idea that it would excite her sexually. Unfortunately, the mention of between the legs only served to remind Angela of her current situation. She pulled back the hem of the dressing gown and looked directly at the thing. "Perhaps it's genetic?" offered Gwen. "Hereditary or something..." "No, I don't think so," replied Angela. "Mom certainly never warned me that anything like this was ever going to happen." "Okay," said Gwen, actively seeking a plausible answer. "We know that we aren't dreaming - that cigarette was the real thing! Let's call it magic, then!" "Magic? Don't be silly!" "Wait a minute, though," said Gwen thoughtfully. "You told me that your Mom has some very old books, yes? Grammars or something, you called them?" "Grimoires, yes," said Angela. "But I don't see the connection." "Well, perhaps someone cast a spell on you. There might be a counter-spell in one of those books." "That's not much use, is it? I'm here for another month before going home!" "Yes, but they are your Mom's books. Maybe she'd know how to reverse it." "Maybe... But we don't even know what it is!" "Ah," pointed out Gwen, "I hate to be the one to mention it, but it looks like a..." "A penis, yes," finished Angela. "I had got that. Oh, I don't know what to do!" "Let's assume that it is magic," suggested Gwen. "It's the only explanation I can think of. If it got there magically, it can be taken away magically. We can go and see your Mom in the morning, ask her advice. Until then..." "What?" asked Angela. "Until then, what?" "Well, I don't know... how does it feel?" "I don't know..." Angela responded uncertainly. She reached out to touch it, taking the shaft in her fingers and feeling the soft skin. "It feels real, all right." "I've never touched one," Gwen admitted. "Never tell anyone this," Angela pleaded, "but I've touched Andrew's!" "Your brother's?" exclaimed Gwen. "You've touched your brother's penis?" "Yes," Angela confessed. "I tease him a lot, about showing off on the nude beaches - especially when he gets hard. We push and shove each other and, at times, I've taken the chance to feel it." "Really? That's shocking!" "Perhaps," shrugged Angela. "He feels my breasts way more than I've grabbed his cock!" "Outrageous!" sputtered Gwen. "Damn, if only I had a brother... I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him!" "He's rubbed up against me with it a few times too," said Angela. "That's not fair - you get to have all the action!" Looking very thoughtful, Angela offered, "You can touch this, if you like." "You really wouldn't mind?" "No, I wouldn't mind. Besides, you've been wanting to touch it since we woke up, haven't you?" Gwen got up from the couch and knelt. Angela undid her dressing gown and let it fall open before spreading her legs so that Gwen could move closer. Gwen placed her arm across Angela's thigh, almost too scared to move the last few inches and put her fingertips on this most unusual penis. Gwen looked at Angela, noting the rise and fall of her small breasts as she breathed. They had been friends forever yet what she most wanted to do would almost certainly change that friendship. Oh well, some things could not be helped. Angela gasped as Gwen's fingers encircled her cock. Angela had decided that if this was going to happen she might as well own the moment and think of it as her penis, as her very own cock. It felt so good as Gwen's warm fingers wrapped around the shaft, pulling the soft, loose skin around... Angela's cock began to respond to the attention, stretching out as Gwen stroked it. Gwen brought her other hand up to touch Angela's balls that were nuzzled between her legs. Very soon, the cock was pulling at Gwen's fingers, trying to reach for the sky. "It's getting really big," said Gwen, adjusting her grip on the throbbing penis. She wrapped her whole hand around the shaft and gently pulled up and down, amazed by how hot it felt. Gwen was getting really hot too as she slowly wanked her best friend. When Gwen leaned closer, Angela felt Gwen's breath on it. She wasn't quite sure that permission to wank her had been implicit in telling Gwen that she could touch it, but Angela wasn't quite sure that she cared - not when it felt this good! Angela cried out in alarm as Gwen suddenly sucked the tip into her mouth. Gwen's hand continued to move up and down the shaft, pumping a little faster as her head bobbed up and down. Gwen's lips traveled back and forth along the first few inches, going from the tip to just behind the rim as Angela began to move and moan. Gwen wondered what would happen if Angela ejaculated right now. Could Gwen swallow it or would it make her gag? Should she just let it slip from her mouth to be safe, or should she... Gwen suddenly stood up. Angela groaned; she had been enjoying that. "Fuck me." Angela stared in shock at her friend. "Do me on the bed," said Gwen as she desperately pulled her nightdress off. Angela looked up at Gwen, once more jealous of her friend's breasts. They were beautiful, so nice and rounded... "Okay," agreed Angela, "let's do it!" They ran into the bedroom, Angela giggling as she felt the hard cock bouncing around as she moved. Gwen laid down on the bed and spread her legs. Angela knelt between Gwen's legs, suddenly realizing that she didn't know what she was meant to do. A few lectures back at school and some Internet pornography hadn't prepared her for the actual mechanics of sex, but... Well, she decided, it shouldn't be too difficult! Angela lay down on top of Gwen, resting her elbows on either side of her so that Gwen wouldn't be bearing all of Angela's weight. Her cock felt fantastic as it rubbed against Gwen's body, but it didn't seem to want to go in. "Here, let me," offered Gwen. "Lift up a little bit..." Angela lifted her body up and then felt Gwen holding her cock once more. She felt the tip slide around over Gwen's pubic hair before encountering a warm, wet tightness as her friend guided Angela inside. "Push," whispered Gwen frantically, her innocent young body so eager to be penetrated. Angela thrust hard with her hips and was suddenly inside Gwen. She gasped as she continued to push, amazed by how wonderful it felt to have her cock surrounded in so intimate a way by her friend's pussy. It felt hot, tight, wet... oh, it felt like heaven! Gwen held her breath as Angela plunged deeper and deeper. It was really weird, not like using her fingers at all! It felt sore, but that was probably because it was her first time. The discomfort was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt at being impaled by Angela's hard cock. Angela was all the way in by now. She paused to look at Gwen, who looked back at Angela with her eyes clear and filled with joy. Experimentally Angela raised her hips, feeling her cock sliding out from Gwen. Then she lowered them once more, feeling Gwen's pussy welcoming her back inside. Angela tried it a little faster, going up and then down. Gwen started to move in response. Long, slow, deep strokes followed fast little in-and-outs as both girls tried new rhythms, all the while enthralled by the sensations they were feeling. They stared into each other's eyes, almost afraid to look anywhere else. Gwen started breathing harder, her face becoming tense as Angela glided along the wondrously juicy walls of her pussy. Suddenly, Gwen gasped and wrapped her arms around Angela's back. She wanted to squeeze her legs tight together but was afraid that doing so might force Angela out. Instead, she wrapped her legs around Angela's before squeezing. Angela found that she could hardly breathe as Gwen tightly gripped her body. She also discovered that there was a strange yet wonderful pressure building up inside of her loins. Gwen moaned and groaned and buried her face in Angela's neck. "Fuck me," whispered Gwen as a huge wave of pleasure echoed through her body. It didn't hurt, it didn't throb, it just filled her with heat and pressure as she felt her body pulse and quicken. Angela cried out and drove her cock deep into Gwen's pussy as she was filled with an uncontrollable urge to bury it as far inside her friend as she could. She felt her hips spasm once, twice, three times - each time accompanied by an amazingly joyous burst of pressure that triggered the eruption of semen from the tip of her cock. It felt like it was opening up... This must be what it feels like to cum! Gwen's eyes were closed and she was hardly breathing. Angela suddenly realized that Gwen had almost certainly had an orgasm... Gwen knew that Angela had climaxed, she could feel her friend's cum inside her. It made Angela's cock feel more slippery. Gwen and Angela held each other until Angela's cock slipped out. Gwen felt a little cum seep out and dribble between her pussy lips to form a little puddle on the bed. She really should move, it was going to be quite messy, but it was too nice to move just yet. Better to just lie here with Angela on top of her. With any luck, both girls thought in unison, we'd be able to try it again later... Sooner rather than later, of course, Gwen got uncomfortable and Angela rolled off her. There was something else they could try again, thought Gwen. Right now, in fact! "I'm going to smoke another cigarette," Gwen said. Angela smiled and they both stood up. "We should share one," Angela whispered. "Isn't that what people do after they fuck?" Gwen smiled happily. She and Angela had been best friends forever, sharing their ups and downs, their joys and heartaches. Now, they had even more experiences to share. Gwen wondered where the next adventure would lead them. This Most Unusual Sister Ch. 02 ***** Once again, thanks to a wonderful editor! AsylumSeeker, thank you for your input and comments. This story follows directly after TMUP 01. It is the morning after Angela's transformation, and her bladder is filling up. Angela grows more and more desperate, and Gwen becomes curious. If you don't like watersports/golden showers, please don't read this instalment. If you don't like this story, well, that's my fault. If you do like it, remember to thank AsylumSeeker for the polish and shine! ***** This Most Unusual Penis 02 Angela learns how to pee from her new cock Gwen woke up to an empty bed. She felt a little rough - she always did, flying halfway around the world from San Diego to Fuerteventura. She'd feel rougher after the trip home. Going from east to west always seemed much worse, it took at least two days for her to get back to normal after such a flight. The sun streamed through the window as Gwen pulled on a pair of leggings and a T-shirt. She didn't think that she'd had that much to drink last night; perhaps it was the combination of dehydration and disorientation from the flight, and the Appletinis she and her friend Angela had happily consumed that made her feel so weird. "Oh, my Goddess," whispered Gwen. She had just seen the little white stain on the bed. She bent close to examine it, and then pulled her leggings down to look at her pussy. It had been real; it had all been so very real. Where was Angela? If last night had been real, then that meant Angela would still have... Oh no, thought Gwen. If last night had been real, then I might be... "Angela," yelled Gwen, suddenly very worried. "In here," Angela called from the living room. Gwen walked in slowly, afraid to rush in just in case she was mistaken. She looked at Angela sitting naked on the couch. Angela was staring out of the window, smoking a cigarette. She had one foot on the couch; perhaps Angela had put it there deliberately, as Gwen couldn't see what she needed to see. Gwen moved even slower now, walking towards the window to look outside. It appeared like it would be another gorgeous day out there as the sun sparkled off the Atlantic waves. Gwen turned quickly, she couldn't wait any longer - the scenery and weather could wait, she had to know if... Angela still had a penis. Two balls hung between her legs while her cock lay soft on her thigh. "Ah," sighed Gwen. "Ah," nodded Angela in agreement. She took a draw from the cigarette and held it in for a few seconds before tilting her head back and allowing a long, slow stream of smoke escape from her lips. "These things aren't too bad. What brand are they?" "I don't remember," Gwen said softly in a distracted tone. "It'll be on the packet." "Yes, of course," Angela whispered, looking to the table at the right-hand side of the couch. "Marlboro. I phoned my Mom." "Oh?" asked Gwen, suddenly curious. "What did she say?" "Don't worry, it's perfectly natural for us, it'll go away in a few days," Angela quoted. "Did she say anything about..." Gwen hesitated. Angela may not have considered what was currently foremost in Gwen's mind, but Gwen had to know. "Can I get pregnant?" "By me? No, not yet," revealed Angela. "Not for another three years. I'm sterile until then. That means I can't get pregnant, either." "Good, that's a relief," smiled Gwen. "Sorry, I should have told you that first." "It's okay, I understand. I mean, if it happened to me, growing a you-know-what, I'd be going crazy with questions! Did your Mom say what you should do with it?" "Oh yes," laughed Angela, "she had a suggestion alright! She said that I should have some fun with it!" "Oh," responded Gwen, "I see... But what about your sun-bathing? I know you love that." "According to Mom, nobody will notice it. Seemingly she had one a few days ago and no one noticed, not even Andrew or me. I'm not sure I trust her, though - after all, she didn't warn me that this might happen." "So what are you going to do?" asked Gwen. "I," pronounced Angela in her most dramatic tone, "Am going to figure out how to pee with this thing. Then I'm going to take a shower." "Sounds like fun!" grinned Gwen. "Can I watch?" "Yeah, if you like," smiled Angela. After all, her mother did say to have some fun with it... Angela stood in front of the toilet bowl and aimed her penis at the white porcelain. She was really desperate to pee, but her new appendage felt so weird that it was difficult to relax enough to let it do its thing. The tension had really built up inside her, and she began to imagine that she might burst from the pressure. "I can't do it," she whispered. "This thing should come with a user guide." "Want to know what I do if I can't pee?" asked Gwen. "I turn the faucet on - the sound of the running water always makes me go." "That's a good idea," nodded Angela. "Let's just hope I don't spray it everywhere when it starts." "Do it in the shower, that'll be easier to clean than the bathroom walls!" "Another good idea." "Plus," added Gwen, "that way I get to have a real close look." Angela stared quizzically at her friend. Gwen pulled off her leggings and T-shirt, discarding them on the floor as she stepped into the bathtub. "What are you doing?" asked Angela. "I'm interested, that's all. I want to watch you pee with this." "Listen, if I'm having so much trouble peeing anyway, do you really think that you watching me will make it any easier?" "Hush," smiled Gwen. "Just close your eyes if it bothers you." "What if I get some on you?" "D'uh, we're in the shower! It'll wash off!" Angela turned on a faucet and the trickle of the water made her squirm. She was really desperate by now, and she was surprised that her abdomen wasn't bulging out from the pressure. Reluctantly she climbed into the bathtub and stood in front of Gwen. "If you want to practice your aim, just shoot at these!" Gwen giggled, cupping her breasts in her hands. Damn Gwen and her breasts. Gwen had developed early at school, the first girl to get a training bra. Of course that meant that she'd had to endure all sorts of taunting from the boys and the girls, but Angela couldn't help being jealous. Angela had been the last girl in her year to develop, and she was still playing catch-up. "Ah, it's coming!" squealed Angela as she felt the full length of her shaft filling up. The tension, already unbearable, became even stronger, all concentrated on the little opening at the end of her cock. It reminded her a little of how she had cum last night, of how the tension had built and then exploded... A squirt of hot piss shot out of her cock. The loose foreskin hanging limply around the tip of her shaft caused the flow to shoot more upwards than downwards. The stream struck Gwen straight in the face. Angela felt so terrible about this that the flow immediately stopped. Gwen, however, didn't feel bad at all. She just started to laugh as she felt the hot fluid trickling down her cheeks and chin. "I'm so sorry!" cried Angela, squirming again as the unrelenting pressure inside of her demanded release. "I'm really, really sorry!" "Don't be daft. I knew the risk I was taking! Besides, it doesn't taste too bad," Gwen said, then licked the hot piss from her lips. Angela couldn't hold it in any longer and once more felt that wonderful feeling as she started to pee again. Once more, it lanced straight out to splash on Gwen's face. This time, however, Gwen was ready for it and opened her lips wide to let the steamy, salty water fill her mouth. "Oh, my Goddess!" Angela squealed. She couldn't believe that Gwen would willingly let someone piss in her mouth; every part of her mind screamed that this was dirty, it was obscene! It was something else as well, Angela realized, as she felt a reaction in her cock. It started to lengthen and stiffen as she watched Gwen gulp down mouthfuls of the hot pee. Gwen had no real idea why she was doing this. She had only intended to watch Angela as she pissed, but the first splash across her face made her realize that maybe piss didn't taste too bad. Angela was her best friend, and perhaps it was okay to experiment together, particularly since Angela's penis wasn't a permanent attachment. After a couple of gulps of the hot, salty fluid, Gwen decided that she couldn't drink too much of it and started to let it cascade out of her mouth and down her chin. Angela's cock continued to lengthen. Gwen remembered sucking it for a few seconds in the early hours of the morning and being scared that Angela might cum in her mouth. Now that she had sampled Angela's piss, Gwen was no longer scared of what her cum might taste of. Before that could happen, however, Gwen decided to try something else. Moving quickly so that Angela wouldn't guess what was going to happen next, Gwen leaned forward and opened her mouth wide to let the venting cock slip between her lips. Angela gasped and drew back, but Gwen had anticipated this and moved with Angela, letting her lips close around Angela's penis as she did so. Angela moaned in astonishment as her cock became immersed as Gwen's mouth filled with pee. Already stimulated by what was going on, her brand-new plaything hardened. Angela pushed her hand down on the shaft, fighting against it so that it would stay at an angle that felt truly incredible in Gwen's mouth. Gwen suddenly moved back, making Angela think that she had been too rough. Gwen's cheeks were puffed out like a hamster and suddenly Angela knew what Gwen intended to do. The feel of the hot spray from Gwen's mouth on Angela's tummy was as exciting as it was delightful; suddenly Angela wanted in on the action. She knelt down, wanting to taste her own piss from Gwen's mouth, but she moved away. Gwen lay back and reached out for Angela's hot, hard, pissing cock and directed the jet at her own pussy. Gwen pulled her slick lips back, letting the torrent of urine hit her exactly in the spot she wanted. "Ah, that is so good..." whimpered Gwen. Angela's cock had felt great as it slid up and down that most sensitive part, and the hot stream of piss felt just as good as Gwen's body. "Oh, my Goddess..." The sensations her clit was feeling had leapt to Gwen's head, filling her mind with an incessant thrumming from which there was no escape. Then a throbbing began, dull at first but building deep inside her, filling her body and soul in waves of bliss. The flood striking against her clit was hot and hard, in stark comparison to the feeling of hot satin slipping down her thighs and washing over her tummy. Gwen fought against her desire to squeeze into a tight ball, willing herself to stay open to the enormous joy she was living though. Dimly, she sensed rather than felt Angela's flow begin to slow, but nothing could or would stop Gwen as electric sparks played behind her eyelids and her body trembled on the wet floor of the tub. It seemed to Gwen that a huge bell chimed once at the climax of her orgasm. The sound was at once hollow and crystal clear, from very far away but inside her body, and the echo reverberated through her flesh as she trembled and gasped, trying to catch her breath. Something stroked across her tummy, like a delicate spatter of paint, and. Gwen's eyes flickered open to find Angela wanking her cock with a look of real pain emblazoned across her pretty face. Angela pushed her hips forward, body arching as her hand flew up and down the shaft of her cock. She released a guttural moan as a fresh stream of cum erupted. The milky fluid arced up into the air before landing on Gwen's tummy, still soaked with piss. Gwen reached down, rubbing the cum onto her tingling young body. Gwen scooped up a good finger-full of cum. Without stopping to think about it, she put it into her mouth and sucked, almost gagging as it slid down her throat. It didn't taste as nice as she was hoping for, but it wasn't all that bad either. It definitely didn't taste as nice as Angela's piss had. The two young women stood up, both with broad smiles on their faces. Gwen pressed her body against Angela's, trying to smear as much cum and piss onto her friend's body as she could. Angela reached behind Gwen's head to pull her close for a kiss, her softening cock sliding across Gwen's thigh. As they lovingly embraced, Angela turned the handle of the water spigot. A rush of fresh water cascaded down their bodies. This Most Unusual Sister Ch. 03 Chapter 03a Hungers ***** Another big thank you to my editor, AsylumSeeker! As ever, I'm grateful for your suggestions and advice. The story so far... Angela and Gwen, best buddies from San Diego, California, are on holiday in Fuerteventura, staying at a timeshare owned by Gwen's parents. Less than twelve hours ago, Angela awoke to find she had a fully-developed and completely functional, though as yet sterile, penis and testicle between her legs, replacing her womanhood. Angela and Gwen have explored the fun such an unusual development can bring, Gwen even discovered a liking for golden showers from her transformed friend's organ! It is mid-morning. Angela and Gwen are hungry, and there is no food in the apartment. ***** "None of these fit," cried Angela, staring down at the bulge in the front of her white cotton panties. "I don't know," teased Gwen. "It looks like a perfect fit for me!" "Gwen!" Angela groaned. "If I knew you were going to be like this, I'd never have let you..." "Come here," ordered Gwen. "Let me see what I can do with it." Angela sighed and walked towards her friend. Gwen was already dressed, choosing to wear all white today. She'd hummed the old Madonna hit 'Like A Virgin' as she put on a short denim skirt and a floaty top. Angela had decided to wear something similar - over the years, the two young women had developed the same taste in clothes. Angela didn't fill her top as nicely as Gwen filled hers, although the sewn-in cups helped to accentuate her small breasts. As Gwen knelt down, she couldn't help but look at the protruding shapes in Angela's panties. She could clearly see the shaft of Angela's penis, ending in the loose folds of her delightful foreskin. Her two balls nuzzled together like peas in a fleshy pod, and in the less than twelve hours since it had appeared fully-formed and ready for action, the two girls had willingly explored pleasures that would otherwise have been impossible for young women to enjoy together. However, there was also terror behind the delight - Angela, although never a tom-boy, wasn't the most feminine woman on the planet. She still had a boyish figure, and she must have been scared that this change was permanent. Angela's mother had been very vague about the whole thing, saying that it would go away in time. That could have meant minutes or years, for all Gwen or Angela knew. The bulge was totally incongruous under the white cotton panties. It might have looked ridiculous, but somehow it seemed to be the sexiest thing ever. It did have certain drawbacks, however; Gwen could tell just by looking at it that Angela's white denim skirt would also bulge noticeably, and it would certainly draw attention to itself. Gwen reached up and ran her fingers around the elastic of the leg holes, making Angela jump back in surprise. "That tickles," frowned Angela, torn between emotions of pleasure and paranoia. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking," Gwen apologized. That had been silly; of course it would have tickled! Gwen leaned forward to plant a kiss on the bulge as an apology. She breathed in, the scent of the freshly washed cock filling her mind. Such a pleasant aroma, a wonderful bass note below the fragrant melody of Angela's feminine odor. The combined bouquet might drive a girl wild! It was just too easy. Pulling the elastic up with her fingernail, Gwen slid a finger inside the thin white material. White - that was what virgins wear; touched for the very first time. Gwen stifled her mental giggles as her wandering digit went between the shaft and balls, feeling Angela's body tense at her delicate touch. The looseness of the foreskin felt so intimate, so delightful and innocent, that it was impossible to imagine the change that would certainly occur after a few well-placed caresses. They didn't really have to go out right now, did they? Sure, they were hungry and there was no food in the house, but breakfast could wait. Gwen hooked her finger around Angela's cock and gently pulled it from its hiding place. It looked so discordant, the masculine against the feminine, yet somehow it was almost perfect. She gently probed Angela's foreskin with the tip of her tongue, tasting the skin so recently cleansed in the shower, and found the opening. Her lips were as light and delicate as rose petals as they formed an embrace around the loose skin just strong enough to allow Gwen's tongue deeper access into the fleshy collar. Angela shivered as the probing invader encountered firmer skin, wincing slightly as her very sensitive organ reacted to the hot, wet presence. A feeling that was rapidly becoming familiar began again as her cock started to swell and her mind cleared itself of all other worries. 'Perhaps boys only have enough blood in their bodies for one head at a time?' Angela thought, feeling herself going slightly dizzy as Gwen pushed back the foreskin with her lips. It felt good, better than good, as Gwen's nose pressed into white cotton, her mouth brimful of cock. Gwen placed her hand on the panties, gently pushing back to add to the restriction Angela's balls already felt under the cotton constraint. She felt Angela's glorious shaft heating up on her tongue, and wondered at how hot parts of their bodies could get. A fresh, salty taste spread through the back of Gwen's mouth. It tasted delicious yet obscene, a mixture of slight soapy freshness and decadent pre-cum. Angela wrapped her hands around Gwen's head, so very aware of what she wanted to do right now. How could she do that to her best friend? It was such abasement; how could she even consider it, to degrade Gwen like that? Angela hoped Gwen would understand that her needs were greater than her self-control. Slowly, Angela began to move her hips forwards and backwards, worried in case she went too deep or too fast. It felt incredible as her shaft descended into Gwen's mouth - very different from the sensations Angela felt as she slid in and out of Gwen's tight pussy, but no less pleasurable. Angela began to move faster. What was Gwen supposed to do if Angela wanted to fuck her like this; how was she supposed to join in with this? How were they supposed to share mutual yet very different pleasures if Angela wanted to be in complete control? Part of Gwen felt the need to share so much that she could not imagine letting herself become simply an object to be used in this way. That was what Gwen and Angela did - they shared things. They experienced things together to the point that they seemed inseparable. Of course, that meant rumors at school. The boys all thought they were lesbians; some of the girls did too! A laugh formed at the back of Gwen's throat and quickly became a gag reflex without any form of escape. Angela released her grip and pulled her penis out of Gwen's mouth, horrified that she might have pushed in too deep as Gwen choked and shook. The choking, however, was quickly replaced by laughter, and Angela looked at Gwen in puzzlement. "I'm okay," coughed Gwen finally. "What happened?" asked Angela as Gwen broke into a fresh bout of laughter, her body quaking with the intensity of the thoughts in her head. "Well," said Gwen, trying to stifle her merriment as she observed Angela's rock-hard cock staring her straight in the face. "All those rumors about us at school, all those questions..." "What, about us being lesbians?" "Yes, those!" responded Gwen, fighting back fresh waves of hysterical hilarity. "Well, we've got an answer for them now. No, I'll say, no! We aren't gay; I just like to suck on Angela's dick in the morning!" Angela started to quake with barely suppressed laughter. Gwen, who often seemed so serious, could at times pull comic gold from any situation. This was one of those times, and Angela surrendered her young body to gales of laughter. This set Gwen off again as she noticed the way Angela's prick was bouncing up and down with every fresh movement of her body. They spent the next few minutes in uncontrollable frenzies of laughter and giggles, each little movement or look setting off another tidal wave. "Ah," sighed Angela, finally regaining some control. "What are we going to do?" "I don't know," replied Gwen, noting that Angela was still rock hard, "but why waste it when I can taste it! Let me get comfortable." Gwen sat in front of her transformed friend once more, this time wrapping her hand around the base of Angela's cock so that it couldn't plunge too deeply into her mouth. She let her mouth get good and wet, then parted her lips just enough to slide the head in. Angela resumed her grip of Gwen's head, then started moving slowly again. It didn't matter that she wasn't thrusting deep into Gwen's mouth, neither did it matter that her balls felt tender under their constraint as Angela plunged again and again into that willing mouth. All that mattered were the wonderfully slippery sensations improbably concentrated in an impossible part of her body. Having gone eighteen years without one, the penis didn't really feel like a part of her. Instead, it seemed to Angela that all the sensations she felt as her cock ploughed into the wet and willing mouth of her closest companion were emanating from a place a few inches outside of her real body. What were missing were the sensations she should have been feeling from her womanhood. The undulations Gwen sensed throughout her body added a wonderful counterweight to the heat and light she felt deep inside her soul. Her panties were soaked with juices, adding external joy to internal pleasures. Gwen completely surrendered body and mind to Angela's driving needs and desires. Gwen would never let a boy do this to her, of course, but with Angela it was different. Suddenly Angela bucked and drove her cock into Gwen's mouth as deeply as she could. She impaled the head of her childhood playmate on the glowing shaft at the same time as her convulsion pushed her away. Angela expelled what felt like a huge dollop of cum straight into the back of Gwen's throat, hoping it wouldn't drown her or anything. Instead, she felt yet another incredible sensation as Gwen gulped the cum down her throat. Angela kept Gwen's head pulled tight to her body as she convulsed again, a fresh glob of hot cum bursting out of her turbulent member into a mouth already crammed full of cock and jism. The thick, sticky fluid spilled out from the edges of Gwen's lips as Angela began to think that she would collapse from the enormity of this orgasm. Breathe... she needed to breathe! Angela gulped a mouthful of air into her lungs, her whole body wound up tight with one single awesome impulse. She tried to relax, to ease the tension, but she was still centered on the eruption happening in Gwen's mouth. To have lost control to such an extent both terrified and delighted her as a phrase entered her otherwise empty mind; 'A leaf driven by the wind.' Angela was determined to enjoy this particular hurricane as much as she could before the storm abated and placed her gently back down on Earth. Gwen swallowed again, trying to keep up with the outpourings of this marvelous penis. The cum tasted good; fresh and vibrant, reminding her a little of the sea. Not that she made a habit of drinking while swimming! Angela's grip finally began to relax, signaling an end to this current bout of giddy ecstasy, another fantastic experienced shared by two otherwise ordinary young women. It couldn't be over yet, though - Gwen was standing at the top of a very windy cliff. The drive to hurl herself over was too great... "Do me," she ordered, wondering if Angela could see that her mouth was awash with cum. "I can't," whimpered Angela, "it's too late, it'll go soft now." "Use your fingers, then," Gwen implored. "Hell, use your big toe for all I care, just do me!" Angela knelt as Gwen pulled her skirt up and spread her legs. Gwen's panties were absolutely soaked with her juices, but... "I'm not a lesbian," cried Angela plaintively. "Neither am I!" Angela stared at the moist cotton. Gwen had done so much in the past few hours, but that was different, wasn't it? They had never done anything like this before... Her panties would have to go, that was certain! Angela pulled the thin material down around Gwen's ankles, then leaned forward, almost tasting Gwen's wonderful aroma. Angela licked her lips before gently pushing her tongue against the edges of Gwen's swollen labia. When Gwen moaned, Angela took this to be a good sign. She slid her tongue up and down, carefully exploring her best friend in such an intimate and previously undreamt-of way. Angela gulped, pushing her tongue between those engorged lips. Gwen rose up as Angela's tongue found her clit, sending unimaginable tremors of euphoria rippling through her aching young body. A golden glow began behind her eyes ending somewhere out in space; far distant waves were wearing away at her soul, eroding and enveloping her spirit, her psyche, shaping her lithe body into new forms. The new forms twisted her physical body into agonizing delight as her clit responded to the circling of the delicate, invading tongue. A bell chimed once, deep in her heart and clear in her head as her mind left her body. A choir sang out, holding a crystal chord of perfect clarity in counterpoint to the contralto vibrato her body emitted. Echoes within echoes; tangents within tangents. Gwen looked down, seeing Angela staring up at her, her head bobbing to the flicker of her tongue. Soothing, calming energies washed through her flushed young body as the echoes began to fade, as the tangents resolved upon her center. "What are you going to do as an encore?" she whispered. "Eat!" replied Angela. "I'm hungry!" "Hungry for more?" Gwen asked, tuning her voice to what she hoped was a sexy, husky tone. "Oh yes," laughed Angela. "Most definitely, but first I need food! We have to refuel some time, you know." The sound of laughter rang in her ears as Angela dipped her head low, kissing the little curls of hair around Gwen's moist opening. The two girls had done so much in such a short time... Whatever could they think of to do next? Whatever it was, both of them were sure that it would be just as wonderful. They couldn't even begin to imagine just how wonderful it would be! This Most Unusual Sister Ch. 03b: Interlude ***** Edited by AsylumSeeker, a true joy to work with. Thank you again, for helping this dreamer bring life to these words. This is a simple kiss, told in precisely 750 words. It is an interlude, as the relationship (already more unusual than either can imagine) between these two young women changes and their feelings for each other deepen into previously unimaginable areas. This interlude occurs between chapters 3 and 4 of This Most Unusual Sister. Very soon, we'll be meeting more members of this most unusual family! ***** "They're staring again!" "Let them," replied Gwen. "But what if they know?" "All they know is what they see, and all they see are two beautiful young women sitting outside a beach bar enjoying lunch!." "I feel very exposed. We should have sat indoors." "Exposed," hummed Gwen. "You should be used to that. I still can't believe that you wander around crowded beaches wearing nothing at all!" "I've been doing that here since the day and hour I was born, it's perfectly natural." That was an old argument with nothing new to be added. Angela looked down at her skirt. "I'm talking about this! Oh, I don't know what to do..." "Oh, I think we both know what to do..." Gwen giggled. "They're coming over!" Angela whispered urgently. "Okay, I'll handle this." It could have been California; the sun, golden sands, temperature, and beach hunks wearing their beach hunk clothes. It was so much like home, except for the little differences. The sunlight wasn't the same; Fuerteventura had little road traffic and was wonderfully unpolluted. The boys and girls were different too - different attitudes, different mannerisms. Also, Fuerteventura was a very windy island, although Caleta de Fuste was quite sheltered in comparison to other resorts. The hunk walking towards them was really quite nice-looking, with sandy-blond hair, a tan that said he'd been here for at least a week, and a fit body. His darker-haired friend, walking a few paces behind, was pretty nice as well. It was such a shame to burst their bubbles, but perhaps Gwen could have a little fun doing it! "Sorry, boys," Gwen said, her voice impeccably innocent. "This one is already spoken for..." She trailed her fingers down her throat and chest, pausing at her ample cleavage. Clasping Angela's knee with her other hand, she bent towards her very tense friend and lovingly kissed her. Angela almost jumped away, and then rigidly accepted the kiss. Gwen's hot little tongue darted from her mouth, tracing Angela's lips, intent on thawing the ice maiden. Slowly, the glacier melted and her lips parted. Soon another hot tongue endeavored to warm the flames of their gentle caress. Angela's open eyes stared at Gwen as a multitude of emotions, thoughts and feelings flickered in the blue light of their love. They had known each other since birth, next-door neighbors and inseparable companions for eighteen years. They were in love and always had been, the love that only best friends such as they could know. Gwen stroked Angela's knee with her fingers, fighting the impulse to caress her face, holding back the drive to turn a simple kiss into a no-holds barred embrace. Gwen knew in her heart that she wasn't a lesbian - she was attracted to boys, not girls! The depth of her feelings for Angela scared her, though. She could feel her friendly love changing, transforming into something unbelievable in much the same way as Angela had transformed into someone unbelievable. Less than twelve hours ago they had experimented with Angela's new form for the first time. Gwen suddenly became very afraid - if a person's body could change so much in such a short time, could a person's love for another also change in a heartbeat? Could it be true that they no longer simply loved one another but were now in love with one another? Seconds passed, or was it minutes? Time was hard to judge in such an embrace. When Gwen looked up, lightheaded from lack of oxygen and thinking too much, the two young men were standing in front of their table, mouths wide at the display they had just witnessed. Both had very visible bulges in the front of their shorts. "So tell me," Gwen said, stroking her breasts through her light top. "Have you two boys ever kissed?" "No," shook the first head. "You should try, it's delicious..." sighed Gwen. "And you never know what might happen if you let us watch." The two young men had heard enough - they made their apologies and left. The girls let them get out of earshot before they started laughing. "Come on, let's go," said Gwen, finally catching her breath. "Um, I don't think that's such a good idea right now!" replied Angela. Gwen glanced down at the circus tent that was Angela's loose skirt and was forced to agree. Oh well, another apple schnapps mixed with a martini wouldn't be too bad, would it? Smiling, she waved at the barmaid, signaling for two more Appletinis.