We changed clothes. I felt Sophia's breasts in my hands. Similar to Mia's, I continued massaging them while Mia quietly got dressed. Even though the breasts were similar, they were still different in terms of the nipples. Sophia's were larger than the ones I had touched. My breasts sagged downward without a bra, so I had to admit they already looked uglier. I put on the top part of the bikini, adjusted my breasts, felt the support, and then moved to the bottom part. Sophia's pubic hair was noticeably thicker, so I fumbled around a bit at first, and quickly I got wet down there. This even without being aroused. It had a special scent, something sterile, but I have no idea how to explain it. I pulled on the panties and then Sophia's summery dress over them. We were ready to go.
Once we were fully dressed, we slipped outside and told Elise and Joe we were heading to the beach to have fun. The sun was shining strongly, the residents of the metropolis always on the move. But it was only our flip-flops that could be heard. I liked the older apartments standing next to the heavily trafficked main road. Despite everything, they displayed an elegance of tradition and modernity. I tried to distract myself with that. Mia walked ahead without exchanging a word with me, probably because of what had happened earlier. It was still about ten minutes to the beach, since we had to cross the main road, but after that there were only side streets. This was for locations that were very expensive and only the upper class could afford.
On the way, I searched through Sophia's memories; thoughts and images as well as memories surfaced. For the first time, I felt her emotions in them: When Sophia at three years old sat on a bike with training wheels for the first time, falling off for the first time, then vacations and leisure time with friends and family. The party she had after graduation. Also her first time having sex with a school friend. I knew everything about her.
The upscale neighborhood was separated from the beach by a small wall. Mia glanced over at me and smiled faintly. I wondered what was swirling in her thoughts: Did she want to talk to me? Was she angry? I was confused. Sophia's memory gave me the answer that she was embarrassed to talk about it. If she were angry, she would stomp away from me and argue. It was like back then when Sophia had a secret boyfriend and Mia threatened to tell their parents. Out of personal interest, Sophia had lied to the parents. She was furious, yelled at her, barely spoke to her afterward, and avoided her. But that memory hadn't been recalled in years, so the neurons storing it in Sophia were dissolving more and more.
Our feet sank into the hot sand, which we began to feel. Suddenly Mia stopped. A few meters from the open sea, she crouched down. I looked around: Even though it was early morning and off-season, there were enough people nearby. I placed my towel next to Mia's and took off my flip-flops. I felt the beautiful hot warmth of the beach, stripped off my clothes that had covered my bikini. I dropped to my knees before falling fully onto the towel. I felt my breasts jiggle and shook my long black hair before lying on my breasts. I looked at Mia, who was still setting up. "And now?" she asked, looking at me. "Let's enjoy the time!" I smiled, after answering my own question.
A short silence remained, the water crashing onto the shore. "Were you embarrassed that we kissed?" I asked her. She blushed slightly, even though she was sunbathing. That confirmed my assumption. "I'm ashamed," she admitted, for kissing her own sister. On one hand, I understood her feeling, but on the other, I didn't, because she had gone along with it. A tiredness came over me as I thought about Mia. If I were a guy, I could have done so much more without any shame on her part. I turned my head, looked to the other side where I had seen a guy. I watched as he crouched down far from us and got comfortable. When he looked at me after a few minutes, I jumped.
I crouched on the ground, the sun beating down strongly on me, and I started to sweat. I now possessed the body of a muscular, fair-skinned young man. A few years older than Mia, but that should work. I stood up slowly. As I had been familiar with since birth, I felt this similarity in weight and standing up. I felt the strength in me that I now had, grabbed my beach towel from the hot sand, and headed toward Mia. The closer I got, the more I could see that Sophia was already asleep and Mia was tossing and turning on her towel.
I felt the sun on my new skin, hot and heavy like liquid gold. Every muscle in this foreign body responded precisely, as if it had always been mine. My gaze slid over Mia: she was lying on her stomach, chin propped on her folded arms, legs slightly spread so that the skimpy fabric of her bikini bottoms dug deep into the soft curve of her ass. A thin film of sweat glistened between her shoulder blades.
I let the beach towel fall, right between her and the sleeping Sophia. The sand crunched softly under my feet as I crouched down.
"Hey," I said in the guy's deep, rough voice that felt like velvet over steel. Mia lifted her head. Her eyes widened, first startled, then curious. She recognized me.
"You… snatched a guy?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but I heard the tingle in it.
I grinned, leaned forward until my shadow fell over her face. "I wanted to know what it feels like when you don't have to kiss a sister anymore."
Her cheeks glowed. She bit her lower lip, said nothing. Instead, she slowly turned onto her side, so that one breast almost slipped out of her bikini top. I saw the hard tip of her nipple pressing against the fabric. My hand—broad, sinewy, foreign—glided slowly over her back. From the nape of her neck to the waistband of her bottoms. The skin was so hot I almost pulled my fingers away. Instead, I let them slide deeper, under the fabric. Mia drew in a sharp breath. Her hips lifted toward me, barely noticeable, but enough.
Uncertainly, she said it might not be the right moment. "No, why?" I asked, and she continued: "I'm afraid someone will catch us!" "Sophia's asleep," I whispered in her ear, my lips brushing the delicate lobe. "And no one will pay attention to us, and if they do, I have a Plan B."
I felt her muscles tense under my hand, then relax. A soft sigh. I pushed two fingers between her thighs, felt the wet heat that had already gathered there. No hesitation. She was ready, and so quickly. "Show me what you can do with a real body," she breathed.
I laughed softly, turned her onto her back. The bikini finally slipped aside. Her breasts lay free in the sun, heavy and soft, the nipples dark and hard. I lowered my head, took one in my mouth, sucked until she arched up. At the same time, I pushed her bottoms down until they hung from just one ankle. My fingers found her immediately, slippery, swollen, pulsing. I dipped into her, slowly, circling, while my thumb found her clit. Mia gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"More," she whispered. "I want to feel you. All of you." I straightened up, pulled down the swim shorts. My new cock sprang out, thick, hard, the tip already wet. Mia stared at it, licked her lips. "Come here," she said and pulled me between her legs. I entered her—one single, deep thrust. She was so tight that I closed my eyes for a moment. Then I started moving. Slowly at first, then faster, harder. The sound of skin on skin mixed with the rushing of the sea. Mia wrapped her legs around my hips, pulled me deeper. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I leaned forward, gently bit her lower lip while I fucked her, exactly how she wanted it.
"Come for me," I growled. "Loud." She cried out, a short, high sound that drifted away in the wind. Her body clenched around me, pulsed, milked me. I held her tight, thrust deep into her twice more, then came myself, hot and explosive, deep inside her. We lay like that for a moment, sweaty, breathing heavily. The sun burned on my back. Mia laughed softly, kissed my shoulder. "That… was better than any kiss." I grinned, slowly pulled out of her, watched as my cum trickled from between her thighs. "Then let's do it again," I said. She bit her lip. And in her eyes, I already saw the next fantasy glowing.
We lay exhausted side by side, breathing heavily and hiding our genitals back in our underwear. Meanwhile, Sophia was sleeping deeply, almost snoring. We exchanged thoughts about the feeling of freedom and about God and the world. After about half an hour, Mia told me about the dinner between her older brother David and his fiancée Vivian. Suddenly her voice became more serious.
"I'm telling you, Jack, something about her is off," she tried to make clear to me.
"You don't say!" I laughed it off. "Did your gut feeling tell you that?" I asked. She went silent, and once again I was right. "Just because you think so doesn't mean it's true. It's not my business to meddle in other people's affairs. Not your brother's, and I shouldn't have done it with your boyfriend either," I explained.
"But I was right!" she wanted to prove, and I agreed on that. I just didn't want to fall into more problems. Speaking of problems, I spotted the Wenford family approaching us. They were less than a hundred meters away. "I think I have to go," I said to Mia and stood up slowly. Before setting the young man's body in motion, I jumped back into Mia's body. "There you are," Elise called and came over with the whole group. "Who was that?" Isla asked curiously. "A friend who wanted to sell me something." Isla looked back at the young man and bit her tongue. "We thought we'd have a little beach picnic before the big dinner tonight!" said Joe as he arrived last. They spread out three huge beach towels and set up an improvised camp. Sophia, just waking up, smeared sunscreen on her nose and laughed when a blob landed on Mia's thigh. "Wipe it off or rub it in?" she asked grinning. Mia shook her head and slapped her.
Mia lay on her stomach, letting the sun roast her. In between, they jumped into the water. Salt on the tongue, waves crashing around our knees. Mia dove under, came right back up, her wet hair sticking like black silk to her shoulders. "You've got sand on your neck," whispered Chloe and wiped it away. Later, Chloe wanted to build a sandcastle, but Isla and Sophia weren't in the mood. "Come on, let's do something!" Mia said and went hand in hand with her little sister. They laughed together and had fun. Elise and Joe sat in the background watching their children. Elise took out her phone and snapped a picture of Mia and Chloe.
The sun slowly dipped over the sea, and the light turned the waves golden red. The wind had died down, and a few seagulls circled on the horizon. Elise folded up the blanket while Joe packed the last picnic remnants into the cooler. Chloe collected shells and laughed every time she found a particularly shiny one. Sophia had put on headphones and was dozing in the sand, legs slightly bent, head on a towel. Isla was typing on her phone, probably texting friends from the city again. Mia stood a bit apart, her feet pressed into the damp sand, gazing out at the sea. The wind blew through her dark hair, and for a moment I thought how strangely peaceful it all seemed—almost too peaceful. Through her, I could feel that she felt both safe and restless at the same time. Part of her wanted to hold onto this moment, another already craved distraction.
As the sun sank behind the horizon, the rest of the family prepared for dinner. Tonight was a special day: David, the eldest son, wanted to officially introduce Vivian to the whole family. David was the oldest and had always been the "serious" one, the one who studied, took responsibility, never forgot to wear good shoes. His hair was dark blond, neatly parted, and his jaw chiseled like stone. Vivian, on the other hand, looked like she came from a different painting: long, light blonde hair that gleamed in the candlelight, an oval face with high cheekbones and eyes so light blue they almost looked silvery. She wore a simple cream-colored dress that was almost too perfect in its restraint.
The dinner took place on the villa's balcony. The table was long, decorated with shells, white lilies, and candles flickering lightly in the wind. Elise sat on one side next to Joe, while Mia, Sophia, and Isla took seats opposite. Vivian and David sat in the middle, as the center of attention. At first, everything was polite. They talked about travels, the beach, David's work—he had recently started at a finance firm in London. Vivian smiled constantly, nodded in the right places, spoke in a clear, calm voice. When Elise asked who from her family would be at the wedding, she replied that she had no one. Both her parents were deceased, she showed her grief. No relatives, no siblings. Even if she grew up in an orphanage, she should at least have had a foster mother or father. But she said nothing about that. "So you grew up in an orphanage?" Elise pressed. Just a robotic "Yes" echoed in the room. She seemed a bit nervous, fidgeting with her hands in the empty air. "It was a very difficult time, a traumatic time for me," she tried to explain her way out and thus gained Elise and Joe's trust. I, however, really found something odd about her, which I only shared with Mia late in the evening. "So I was right?" she asked confidently.