Sanders was an ambitious man with a fulfilling life, a hard worker even before the meaning was known to him. His parents had been proud to raise such a bright child into the world, confident in the life he seemingly had laid out for himself. A bright kid in his childhood that had managed to keep that spark of innocent curiosity and naivete going well into his twenties, Sanders wasn't one to be easily discouraged, setting aside failures while making sure to learn from them as best he could.

One such lesson was learning to make things count; not letting things go to waste. If it was salvageable, then it could be reused, repurposed and put to better use elsewhere. Like leftover vegetable oil from cooking a hearty dinner being used as compost to fertilize a garden for instance. It was arguably one of Sanders' most important self taught rules he never strayed from unless he had no choice.

While he certainly was an eccentric individual with strange viewpoints through which he viewed the world with, even a man like Sanders was able to find the love of his life, doting over her and tending to her every need whenever possible. It was clear for all to see that the man truly did love the blonde haired lady who was lucky enough to snag a boyfriend as loving as Sanders was.

Rina was her name, a kind soul much like Sanders but with a healthy amount of skepticism that left her unwilling to see the world as anything but a black and white one. Every act, every thought and every other thing in existence was either good or bad. Thankfully for Sanders however, his flexibility had kept his morally gray side well hidden from his girlfriend. Willing to stoop low or soar high for his Rina.

Already a wealthy man living in a modest flat that didn't seem the type for someone with his savings to buy, every one of Rina's whims were satisfied by Sanders, even if she never really meant some of them, her dogged boyfriend would still end up pulling through for her when she least expected it, igniting a curiosity within the young woman to see just what Sanders couldn't do.

But money, fancy designer bags and other modern wants every girl desired was nothing in Rina's eyes, thinking of something unexpectedly debased for a pure paragon of good like her.

While she has the air of an innocent lady about her, that was only a cover to hide her more raunchy side she has only ever revealed to Sanders, voraciously keeping him locked to the bed whenever night fell and he would inevitably walk through those doors a haggard mess before being whisked away and taken to bed before he could even have his dinner or take a shower. Surprisingly, no matter how many times they did it raw, Rina still hadn't walked away with a child in her belly.

Which was why Sanders grew incredibly worried the first night he came home without the usual bear hug from the side before being dragged off into the bedroom, immediately assuming something had happened to Rina as his pace quickens, dropping his suitcase to the floor while pushing open the doors to their bedroom, finding Rina half awake and idly browsing through a book.

"Ah you're back, welcome home honey…"

The way she greeted him so nonchalantly as if nothing was wrong had Sanders rubbing his face in disbelief, made a fool of for what must've been the first time in his life as Rina breaks down into a fit of laughter, unveiling the truth behind it all; a simple prank.

And after some lovely banter and back and forth chiding, Sanders would soon learn the greater motives behind Rina's sudden trick. Boredom, she was beginning to feel the monotony of sex, the very act of procreation becoming a grind that brought her no satisfaction. No matter how much Sanders reassured her however, Rina seemed insistent on abstaining from the act for a long while until she found something new to reignite that spark. Until then, there would be no evening fun time in bed anymore, shutting down the conversation as she puts away the book before sliding into the sheets, hitting the hay for the night and leaving Sanders on his lonesome to get cleaned up with a heavy heart, his mind raging with thoughts on what could've happened to sour Rina's appetite for sex, how he would have improved as a lover and what could be done here and now. Doubting it was simple boredom like she claimed it to be but willing to revive her love for it.

Even if it guaranteed him a good night's rest from her relentless assaults, Sanders just couldn't sit right leaving things as is, shuffling out of the bedroom with solutions already brewing in that resourceful mind of his, all while remaining unaware of Rina's subtle giggle, wondering what he would do to fix this.

Unbeknownst to Rina however, she would soon feel the depths of Sanders' devotion to her and to solving any problem he faced, whatever the cost and no matter how trivial said problem was. Whether she knew it or not however, Rina had no intentions on making this an easy one for Sanders to cheese like he'd done so in the past.

And indeed he wouldn't. For no matter what Sanders tried, Rina's firm stance wouldn't budge, acquiescing every so often to let him try out a bevy of new moves, tools and concoctions, only to disappoint her boyfriend with another emotionless sigh and a straight face. In truth, she loved the new moves he brought to the bed with his ingenuity, but in an effort to keep Sanders going, Rina had to hide it all, only ever letting out startled grunts and subtle gasps to spur Sanders on and keep up appearances.

After all means were exhausted, Sanders would stubbornly keep trying, resorting to psychics and then eventually, the occult. Flipping through page after page, forum after forum, sorting obvious scams from undiscerning comments left by anonymous individuals that held some sliver of truth. Until eventually, when cross referencing a matching lineup of quotes with ones from ancient archives from libraries both local and abroad, Sanders would find his magnum opus. A cure for his metaphorical impotence.

According to the texts he had deciphered; a certain ritual, contacting otherworldly forces that were beyond the comprehension of man, would result in a divination, guiding one to the fulfillment of whatever plight was eating away at them. Normally Sanders would be skeptical, but from the ease of performing the ritual itself and without any mention of a sacrifice usually associated with such things, the curious man had immediately begun preparing for it, waiting for one fine Saturday night when Rina would be out with her friends to do the deed.

With his heart half expecting nothing of significance to occur, it had been an amazing moment for Sanders when, after muttering the last tongue twisting word, a small strip of parchment manifested itself before him, pieced together from cyan blue cinders with its contents hidden beneath the neatly folded thing.

Picking up the coarse yellowed scroll, Sanders would soon come upon the part he dreaded the most; a sacrifice in exchange for his dream to satiate his girlfriend's list for something more.

‘To spark the dampened cinders of love once more, one need only bring along a friend and their loved one in mind to tell a tale of a moment most cherished.'

As nonsensical as it sounded, Sanders was able to understand the gist of it; he needed a friend, and with Rina in mind, recount the most unforgettable experience he had ever had with her to solve his problems.

Simple right?

Except Sanders had no friends close enough to meet up with, thanks to his eccentric nature, very few were ever able to stick close to him for longer than a year, with almost all his high school and college contacts already having fallen off the grid.

But with his ever studious mind churning to full power once more,  Sander's eyes widen upon a recollection. There was just one friend he could ever recall parting on good terms with. Back in high school, right after graduation day. Swearing an oath to be 'brothers till the end' like a scene straight out of some B movie, smiling a little at the memory of their innocent childishness.

Before returning to his forlorn expression at what he was going to do, what he had in mind for the poor man wherever he was now. That is, if he was still using his old contact number. Derrick was his name, a rather rough yet lax individual who seemed to take things at his own pace. There was a strange sense of chemistry between him and Sanders, with the latter's neutral stance on things aiding him in becoming fast friends with Derrick, who the rest of the school saw as a delinquent. If he could score good grades, then Sanders saw no problem in his skipping classes and arriving late for them whenever he did show up. In his book, the man had earned it.

Plus he wasn't even as bad as the rumors and gossip had made him out to be. An upstanding man, Derrick and Sanders were fast friends the instant the two laid eyes on each other. Making Sanders all the more regretful for involving him in his efforts to make Rina happy.

Mixed in with the regret however, was a morbid sense of curiosity to see just what would happen if he fulfilled the terms in the parchment. Judging from the sudden appearance of the paper that could only be described as supernatural, Sanders was more than ready to place his trust in the seemingly innocuous piece of weathered paper.

And so, with a heavy heart and a final whispered apology to no one in particular, Sanders whips out his phone before opening up his contacts list and thumbing down on the number he had neglected for years…

“God damn is it out this time of year…”

Trudging along the humid beach with the soles of his feet simmering against the baked sands beneath, a gruff man with a neatly maintained beard and nothing more than boxer shorts to cover his burly body with slowly makes his way toward the far side of the beach only accessible on foot. As weird as meeting spots went, it was usual game for the sort of man he was going out of his way to meet up with.

A man he hadn't seen in ages, one he was proud to call a dear friend.

Ever since going their separate ways, Derrick hadn't heard a peep from Sanders at all, wondering every so often about how he was doing or what he was up to, reminiscing the good old days where they'd camp out together on the rooftop of their school, idly chattering the time away without a care in the world.

And just before he was about to forget that part of his life entirely after years of near silence, Derrick had awoken one day to find a message from Sanders' number, excited and unable to believe it really was him, inviting him out for a meetup at the beach in their hometown, near the far off spot rumored to be some secret zone for lovers to get hitched together at for some catching up. The ideal spot for a romanticist like Sanders.

Turning the corner where the sands took a sharp turn inward to provide some measure of privacy alongside the aged remains of a stand without a purpose, Derrick's heart leaps for joy at the sight of his old buddy, aged but still the same as he remembered him.

"Long time no see man…it's good to be back!"

"Yeah…likewise Derrick…"

Something strange had occurred just then, during the split second their eyes had made contact, Derrick would feel a strange tingle creep up his spine before pinging around inside his brain, stunning him for a moment before nodding his head.

"S-Sure thing man, whatever you say. If it helps wipe that look off your face, I'll gladly listen."

"Good…that's good to know."

As strange as reunions went, this certainly would be one of Derrick's most awkward ones yet. They hadn't even broken the ice yet about what both had missed out on in each other's lives and here they were already having a pseudo heart to heart moment.

"Alright so…about a few years ago, I met this girl in college…she caught my eye in an instant; petite, beautiful, kind and most of all…obnoxiously naive about the way the world worked…whatever I said to her, she had no interest in hearing. Good and Evil, that was the way she saw things, and I'd never seen anyone with a fire as strong as hers was…"

Listening intently to his friend's story, Derrick's eyes begin to glaze over, dull brown irises glowing with a cyan blue energy as his dark Caucasian hide begins to lighten, losing its weathered edge while the flesh beneath begins to soften, shrinking down powerful arms into slender extensions connected to a torso that was almost incomparable to the toughened bodybuilder that had once sat there next to Sanders.

In fact, Derrick wasn't looking much like a man at all with his sleek and curvaceous his body was becoming; losing muscles all over with soft baby fat flowing in to fill the gaps, tattoos erased to make way for porcelain smooth skin colored a tantalizing peachy orange, a straight gaunt frame cracking and snapping into one with indents in the form of a cinched in waist line, expansions that took the shape of widened hips leading downward to supple thighs and toned calves and a softness in the form of a burgeoning pair of breasts that were beginning to sprout from Derrick's bare abs, melting muscle into firm, hefty fat while stimulating nerves that waste no time in starting up dormant organic factories that sends a slight dribble of sweet nectar leaking from the tips of Derrick's now bright pink and very erect nipples, shaved clean of any unsightly hair and aching to be squeezed, to relieve them of their burden.

Trying not to stare and keep his surprise and excitement bottled up upon the realization of what was happening, Sanders resumes his story, staring out into the waves far out in the horizon, vividly recalling a younger Rina while trying to ignore the nude and very erotic clone taking shape right next to him with saliva dripping out of plump lips down a sharp chin relieved of its ugly beard.

"Over the months we spent together as nothing more than classmates, Rina and I would begin to grow closer, closer than either of us had ever expected to. Whether it was project work or simply passing each other by in the halls, our first year at college would soon become…problematic…I guess you could call it."

And with yet another pause and a wary sideways glance, Sanders could see even more changes had already begun to warp and contort the fading remnants of his old friend, doing away with his auburn crew cut hairstyle as a new, silkier crop of pure blonde threads begin to pour out from his scalp, framing a face that was no longer Derrick's, but that of a younger Rina that looked like she was sleepwalking, with disturbingly empty eyes that gazed right into him with no emotion but a small red flush on puffy cheeks to indicate that the transformation was a pleasant one. Gazing downward to view the same pair of breasts he remembered seeing so long ago when the two had finally decided to get intimate with each other; small, firm and insidiously delectable, with just one small nibble, those erect teats of hers would waste no time dousing his face in her milk.

But looking further downward past a supple navel with a cute belly button in the middle, the erect member tenting the ill fitting trousers between his girlfriend's legs would serve as an incentive for Sanders to continue with his recollection, watching Derrick's new dainty toes twitch in subtle response to the immense pleasure no doubt wrought by whatever was going on here, hearing ragged breaths escaping his small mouth, breaths that had the signature airy wisp Rina would take on whenever she was in heat.

"By the time the first year was about to come to an end, we both couldn't deny it for much longer. We knew why we had trouble looking into each other's eyes when there was no issue before, why we couldn't seem to talk when arguments and debates were so commonplace in the past…you know it too right?"

Deciding to take a gander, Sanders turns to face his friend-turned-girlfriend, watching as her head slowly cocks to the side as if in thought. But from the way her eyes remained lifeless and her mouth continued to hang open, it was like watching a life like a mannequin imitating a human being.

And with each passing second with nary a word spoken, Derrick's last hurrah would begin to recede, giving up the fight as a pleasant tingle radiates from between his soft thighs, leaving a sexy gap where the giant pecker once laid as its length slides up into the warm, dripping slit that had widened around it, crowned at the top with a trimmed bush of blonde pubes right as the newly transformed woman's penis settles into place as nothing more than a twitching nub; her very own clitoris. Trembling atop an aching pussy that was beginning to undergo days, then months and eventually years of use and memory; remembering every detail of Sanders' manhood, how it fit so perfectly inside her, how it kissed the entrance to her baby making chamber with each thrust. He had made her first time a mind blowing experience.

With her hazy mind swarming with new memories of sexual intercourse with the man before her, the question she had been pondering warps her sense of self even further, pushing her past the face of Derrick she could no longer associate with herself and even that of Rina, settling on an entirely new, yet familiar existence as a slim smile spreads across her lifeless face, licking up her saliva with an eager tongue while letting loose the sonorous voice of Sanders' girlfriend, no more trace to be found of the rugged man that had sealed his fate the moment his will had been ensnared by his friends voice.

In place of a lonely upbringing as the sole son of the family, the girl remembered living in a happy household with a loving twin sister she spent every second with. Instead of a boring highschool life only made bearable by the one and only friend he had made, the young lady remembered spying a curious gentleman in the same grade she was in, growing to harbor strange feelings that she hadn't yet understood. And in the place of a hard lived life jumping from workplace to workplace, the woman remembered joining her sister in college, finding that same man once again in the same classroom.

It was only then that she realized she was in love.

"Of course I do dear, you loved my sister as much as I loved you…and we were all inexperienced people back then…of course we'd find it awkward!"

"Right you are…"

And with that immediate, albeit hesitant confirmation from the man himself, any lingering remnants of Derrick; from his memories to his existence, was washed away under a tidal wave of new memories, forcing her head back into a jovial sigh as her eyes refill with life before rolling back up into her head. Triggering a similar albeit not so drastic reaction in Sanders as his hands twitch against the onslaught of new memories filling him in on this new reality he had crafted for himself, Rina and the former Derrick.

In place of a monogamous relationship with Rina, Sanders' could now recall bedding two Rina's at the same time, recalling his first time with her. But this wasn't a hallucination, and neither was that a second Rina.

It was Dina, Rina's identical twin sister with barely any difference besides their names. It was something they loved to take advantage of whenever it came to playing with their shared boyfriend. Indeed, in place of the seamless relationship that got kicked off without a hitch, Sanders now recalled a rocky moment in all three of their lives when Dina had come forth in tears, confessing that she too loved Sanders after the trap has confronted her after noticing she had begun to deteriorate into a depressive state. The only time when the inseparable twins had truly drifted apart.

But just like her sister, Dina was a hardy one, bouncing back almost immediately after both Rina and Sanders, or at least the new him he was beginning to grow accustomed to, had assured her she didn't have to feel bad about stealing the spotlight or letting her significant other find love alone. And because of her undying love for Dina, the Rina of this universe was slightly less stricter when it came to her philosophy. Acquiescing to Sanders' view; that no one should feel bad for having two or more lovers as long as they all felt the same for each other.

In other words; a polygamous relationship so no one would be left out.

After that one hitch in the road was done and over with, Sanders' memory fills with more detail and excitement. While his old life with Rina had remained more or less the same, Dina was there to add some spice and joy to both their lives. More memories to cherish together and more moments in bed to look forward to every night.

And with 3 participants, no single moment was dull, and every night was a rabid coalescent of heated bodies slamming together.

In a way, this was honoring his promise with Derrick, if the term 'brother' meant a loving girlfriend of course. But from what little he had managed to glean from his former friend's life before unexpectedly turning him into his second lover, Sanders could see it was a dead end path Derrick was walking on, a waste of his talents as far as he could tell.

'Better to salvage what was left than to leave him to continue wasting away…’

Just as Sanders'mind finishes reformatting itself, Dina too would come to her senses, shaking her head slowly before leaning back over the bench in a heap, clearly having been put through the wringer after her severe mental and physical remodeling. Watching her buxom body writhe and twist as the last of the magical force that had changed her so leaves entirely, enhancing her shoulder length hair into a long flowing mane of lustrous gold with deep red accessories adorning it. Making sure the loose boxers were changed as well into a revealing red thong alongside a matching bikini top that effortlessly uncups itself from Dina's heavy breasts, sending the jiggling teats flying after having grown a size or two larger after having aged into her current 26 year old self, looking no different from Rina, just as they all remembered it to be.

Sighing erotically however, Dina would lean forward, pressing her exposed tits together while shooting Sanders a hazy look, brilliant blue eyes dulled once more, not by magic but with cocklust, staring downward at his erect pecker tenting the fabric of his pants. She no longer had any recollection of coming all the way out here to pay an old friend a visit, instead? She had been out on a solo date as a way to spend some time alone with the man she shared with Rina, only to feel that tingling itch she only ever reserved for their late night trysts together spring to life after walking around the beach in their respective summerwear.

And being so close to Sanders' solid body in the heat of the summer? Who could blame a nymph for pulling her man aside to tend to her needs?

"C'mon dear~ We're all alone now and I'm totally in the mood for a good fucking right about now! God it's like I haven't felt you inside me in ages!"

Ramming her plump hips against the wood with her shapely ass swaying in the air, Sanders couldn't help but feel oddly disturbed by the fact that Derrick, or rather Dina as she now was, was pulling off a mirror perfect imitation of Rina. While he might have the memories of this new reality, seeing it firsthand while knowing another Rina was waiting for him back at home was awkward to say the least, like sleeping with someone else.

Peeling apart her sopping wet thong and eyeing the familiar pink lips twitching with a life of their own while making their need for Sanders' member known with a shimmering trail of lubricant running down her legs, the man was feeling strange all over, realizing that he too, hadn't felt Rina's love for quite awhile now, squeezing the form cheeks of Dina's behind to force that same squeal of pleasure her sister would make whenever he did that only served to spur Sanders' need onward, pulling down his pants without a second thought before ramming his entire length down Dina's familiar yet unexplored depths, tugging on her hair in an erotic display, arching her flexible spine backwards to force her to face him before locking lips together, stifling her animalistic moans with his tongue entwining around hers. Sealing the deal forever as the couple would spend the rest of the day shagging like dogs, uncaring of the otherworldly occurrence that had left their lives forever changed.

By the time the sun would crest over the other side of the sky and below the distant peaks of rising waves, Sanders would be back inside his car on the way home, feeling rejuvenated with Dina leaning on his bare shoulders, blazer draped over her nubile young body with a dribble of hot semen beginning to splurt forth from between her bundled legs…

Meanwhile back at home, a certain blonde haired girl was still very much awake and feeling very left out after having prepared a hearty dinner that would go untouched, ears twitching at the sound of a car rolling up into the driveway, lying in wait for her trap to be sprung.

"Sister Rina~ We're back….Sister Rina? Hello?!"

"Calm down Dina, I'm sure she's sleeping in early or something…hasn't felt right in awhile…why don't you check up on her and I'll get washed up?

"Hmm…that's news to me. Last I remember Rina was riding you straight and proper last night without a fuss~ ahh whatever, I'll see you in abit dear!"

'Strange…my new memories never mentioned all this…I thought Rina would've still been feeling bored about our night life…then again, I suppose it makes sense she's more or less back to normal with Dina around.'

Little did he know then how well Rina was faring as the thankful Sander strips himself bare before heading off to shower, unaware of Dina's plight as the unlucky girl ends up being bagged up in a snare while the door behind her closes shut…

By the time Sanders exits the bathroom with nothing but a towel to wrap around his waist, Rina's plan was already well into motion by the time the oblivious man steps into their bedroom, flicking on the lights to find Rina…or Dina? Clad in the one piece swimsuit she'd bought the other day and lying in a suggestive manner with her identical twin bound beneath her, done up in a suffocating white shirt with a salacious pair of stockings cinching her plump thighs, moaning and begging to be let loose with her eyes blindfolded and ears stuffed by headphones.

Combined with the summer themed backdrop hastily done up behind the two, and it was all starting to look like a set for some adult video filming crew. The stars of the show? Dina and Rina, with no surefire way to tell them apart despite an inkling in Sanders mind as to who was who judging by the fact that the girl on top had a clean snatch squeezed up tight by her swimsuit.

"Uh…good evening…Rina? Mind telling me what this is all about?"

"You've been a very naughty boy, assuming I'm Rina just on assumptions! For all you know, I could be Dina, and this lil piggy here could be Rina~"

Grinding her behind into her sister's crotch to elicit a series of affirmative grunts from her submissive other, Sanders knew right then that he was on his own, flexing his limbs in preparation for round two.

‘The leftover dinner, the lack of a reply when we came back. I’ve made my Rina feel left out…and that just won’t do…’

Hopping onto the bed to join his future wives, Sanders had every intent in his mind to make the both of them feel as good as possible, uncaring of who was who…not like they seemed to mind either with the same vapid smiles plastered on both women’s faces.

THE END