Story Tags: [Bodyswap][Cheating][Incest]

Chapter Tags: [Face Sitting][Cunnilingus][Jacking Off][Asphyxiation]

This story is being concurrently released by me, drippingink42 (Laura Rice), on other platforms as part of my Falling Heavens Erotica collection. I thought this might be of some interest to people here, let me know what you think of it!

Vanessa managed to slip away from his father's chatty catching up, thanks to the older man needing to go to bed. The women both looked at him as he entered, staring him down. Their conversation had been going on since before dinner, only pausing for the meal. Everyone had acted normal enough, but as Vanessa walked into the room, things felt... frigid.

"Hey, what's up," he nonchalantly said by way of greeting, trying to break the ice.

Corey immediately looked away, while Jamie puffed up. "Well, Vanessa," she said, putting extra emphasis on the name. "I think Corey here just caught me up on everything." For the third time that day, Vanessa's cheek was struck, though this time it was by Jamie. "She wouldn't let me do more than that, but I'm so disgusted with you right now!"

"Ow!" Vanessa rubbed his cheek, scowling at the floor. "Don't worry, I am too..."

His mumbling was just enough to be heard by the girls, and Corey immediately stood by his side, taking his hand in her own. Jamie sighed. "She also made it clear that she's forgiven you, at least for that." Vanessa glanced up at Corey, but she was staring off, breathing a little heavy. Something was still wrong, he could tell, but that wasn't a conversation for now apparently. Jamie looked back and forth between the two of them. "I honestly can't tell if you two want to swap back or not anymore."

Both Corey and Vanessa started to protest, but they froze after seeing each other's faces. Vanessa took a second for quick introspection. Would it be that bad if they didn't swap back? What if he stayed the man, and took care of his girls? He gave Corey's hand a squeeze, finding some mix of inscrutable emotions in her face. "I... I don't think we are planning on it."

Jamie nodded, then shook her head. "You guys are... a mess." She looked at Corey, then continued, "But I can't deny we've been better friends than before you two swapped, so I can't say I haven't gotten something out of it." Jamie fished into her purse and pulled out her phone, pulling up some article on what looked like a sketchy astrological 'news' site. "Listen up. That meteor shower you guys wished on months ago? Well, it orbits the sun, and its orbit doesn't cross ours very often. I don't know if you need to wish on the same 'storm' of shooting stars, but you'd probably err on the side of safety and assume you have to, if you want to fix this. But there's some bad news."

Corey looked up, facing her work friend. "That was the good news? What's the bad news?"

"This particular group of meteors will be back in about a week, and then it won't cross paths with Earth again for another twenty years." She let the words hang in the air, sinking in by the weight of their own gravity. "Now, that's not saying you can't wish on other shooting stars..."

"But that's not a guarantee. This is our best shot," Vanessa mumbled, looking at the floor.

"Yeah," Jamie said in a hushed tone. "I don't know what you're planning on doing, but something tells me you guys have some awkward conversations in your future." Corey stumbled out of the kitchen, taking a seat at the dining room table and running her hands through her blonde hair. Jamie immediately pulled Vanessa out of view, keeping her voice down. "I'm not happy with what you've done."

"I know," Vanessa grunted, trying his best to shake free of Jamie's grip.

"No, I don't think you do." Jamie glared at Vanessa, continuing. "Your son is acting more like an adult than you have been. He, or rather she, has been doing the right thing this whole time, trying to fix everything under the sun. Sure, she's been misguided and confused, but she's been trying her best. You, on the other hand, have been selfish and full of yourself. Taking what you want, and now you need to change that. Starting with Brooke, and any other girls you might have, you need to start telling people the truth."

"Or what are you going to do to me?" Vanessa challenged, looking her coworker square in the eyes with an arrogant confidence.

"In one week, if you don't get your shit together, I'll make my own wish on the shooting stars and make sure your life is ruined." Jamie said it with such a calm confidence that Vanessa couldn't help but to shiver. She let go of his shirt, looking him up and down. "You better believe that I will make things terrible for you, so get going. Seven days." Jamie gave one final glare before walking into the dining room.

"Fuck..." Vanessa groaned. Jamie was right, though. It seemed like everyone had one message for him lately, and that was to shape up and take responsibility. Which he couldn't deny he needed to do. His girls needed him, and he had to take responsibility for them. He was about to walk back out to Jamie and Corey when the doorbell rang. Vanessa shot a glance at Corey through the open doorway to the dining room, but the panicked look on her face confirmed she hadn't been expecting any guests.

Vanessa took a deep breath, walking instead to the front door. He pulled it open a crack to check who it was, not prepared for the sudden weight being thrown against it. Matted with the rain that had started without him realizing it, red hair tried to push through the crack in the door.

"Let me in! I know he's in here!" The person at the door looked up, and Brooke's innocent face lit up upon seeing her boyfriend. "Corey!" Her efforts to get through the door were renewed with fervor, and she quickly managed to get the door open and tumble through. With Vanessa in the way, however, the two ended up bowled over with Brooke straddling Vanessa's waist.

"What's going... on...?" Vanessa looked over to see Corey and Jamie in the doorway, Corey's voice trailing off. Immediately he could picture how they were seeing the scene. Brooke was already rubbing his chest, kissing along his neck. Every detail about her, from her choker to her clothes seemed to scream sexuality, a far cry from the demure girl she had been with Corey. Her swollen chest and her rounded belly were proudly on display thanks to the tubetop she was wearing. Her hips grinded on his own, and Vanessa could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear under that miniskirt. It was akin to a dirty echo of the lovemaking Corey and Vanessa had shared before, though now Corey had to watch her own former girlfriend - deeply pregnant, bred with the seed of her past body - physically profess her love to someone else. Corey clutched the soft of her belly, letting out a pained whimper at the sight before her.

Vanessa threw a hand out toward Corey along with a pleading expression on his face, but his son-turned-mother turned away, already crying. Jamie gave a dirty look - along with a vulgar hand gesture - before following her friend. Vanessa's chest felt tight, but he didn't know what to do. Any action to get Brooke to stop might upset her, and the last thing he wanted was two of his girls hurting because of him.

Jamie's words haunted Vanessa, echoing through his mind. He hardly paid attention to Brooke as she continued to gyrate on him right in the entryway to his home. "Stop," Vanessa whispered. Instantly, Brooke ceased her babbling, and she had a worried expression on her face. He felt dread in his gut as he prepared to tell her everything, to lay bare the secrets that would likely destroy their relationship. But the words wouldn't come, wouldn't put themselves together into the sentences he needed. So instead, Vanessa said the only thing he could say.

"What are you doing here?"

Brooke hesitated, her caressing hands having wandered up to his neck. For a moment, Vanessa wondered if she'd squeeze down if he upset her enough. The look in her eyes... It was certainly frenzied enough that it made him worried. "I missed you," she mewled, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "You haven't been touching me, and you've been gone all day..."

Forcing himself to sit up, Vanessa sighed out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, letting Brooke's arms slide past his neck as she hugged him over his shoulders. "I was taking care of stuff and--"

"I thought you couldn't come back here?"

Vanessa flinched, more at the suddenly sharp tone in Brooke's voice than the interruption. It sounded like an accusation, like she wouldn't accept or tolerate his answer. "Well, that's the stuff I was taking care of. I had to try and fix things. And... we need to talk, Brooke."

Brooke stared at him. "I don't want to talk. I want to be with you."

Becoming acutely aware of how public this was, Vanessa awkwardly got to his feet, ending up scooping up Brooke to carry her. "Let's... Let's just go to the bedroom." Brooke's eyes lit up, and she clung to his chest, letting him carry her up the stairs. Each step he climbed, the conversation that loomed over him weighed him down more. The final stairs felt like summiting a mountain, trying his best to overcome the burden on his soul. He finally made it to Corey's old bedroom, the door long since repaired, the glass replaced in the window.

Stepping in there, it felt like a monument to his sins. He needed to fix things, to make things as right as he could. Gently, he set Brooke down on the bed, looking her over. She'd dressed for sex, for her man to take her. The thought stirred something below in Vanessa's pants, his member hardening for her. No, he had to focus, had to say his piece.

"Look, Brooke, I... I don't know where to start. I guess, we can start with my mom--"

"Ugh!" Brooke hopped off the bed, pacing around the room and circling Vanessa. "Why would I want to talk about her right now? Why are you focused on your mom, do you want to fuck her instead of me? Is that what you were doing today?"

Vanessa was shocked, looking at his girlfriend with a baffled expression on his face. Had she figured it out? No, that wasn't the case; Brooke wasn't angry or trying to confront him, she was jealous he had given Corey attention - any kind of attention - and was trying to rile him up. He took a deep sigh. "Listen, ok?"

"No, you listen to me!" Brooke cried out, pushing him toward the bed. He staggered back, falling so that from his knees up he was laying back across the bed, his feet still planted on the floor. "I need you to love me! I need you to give me what I need!" Tears started to spill from her eyes as she climbed up onto the bed, straddling Vanessa's torso. "I... I gave up my everything for you, I made that wish on those shooting stars months ago, I wanted us to be together..." Her rambling continued, but he had already stopped listening.

A chill ran through Vanessa's body, and he closed his eyes to fend off the rising panic he felt. She made a wish? The thought scared him to the point where he couldn't form a word. Of course she just thought of it as a harmless wish, but could that explain her changed behavior? She was practically addicted to him; what had the wish been for? He was about to ask her, about to plead with her to tell him and for them to find a way to fix things and make things better.

Before he could find the resolution and courage to speak up, he found himself silenced. Something wet and warm was pressed against his lips. Vanessa opened his mouth just in time for a bead of something slimy to slip in. Pussy juice, from the taste and texture of it. Vanessa opened his eyes again, to see Brooke's petite ass above his gaze. Her long red hair, wavy at the ends, swished about as she turned back to look at him.

"I need you, Corey," she said, stressing the word 'need'. It sounded like how a starving person would talk about food, or a drowning person begging for air. Her eyes, beautiful and blue, looked frenzied, fearful of what she might be losing. Already she was leaning forward, unfastening his pants so that his erection could spring free.

Vanessa tried to respond, tried to make it clear what was going on, but his protests were muffled underneath Brooke's thick and puffy lips. He could feel the infectious taste of their lust for each other working its way through his mind, clouding his thoughts. Maybe... Maybe he could wait to tell her. He did have a week, after all. Tentatively, as though unsure if this was the right thing to do or not, his lips parted to make way for his tongue, which stroked its own path along her labia.

Immediately, Brooke was writhing on his face, her own ministrations on his cock picking up in fervor. It was too easy to succumb to the passion he was feeling, and Vanessa didn't care. He gave her pussy a soft nip, delighting in the moans she let out. His hands grabbed hold of her hips before he pushed his tongue deep into her, eating out her pussy. Her taste was divine, like nectar from heaven.

In the back of his head, he wondered how his girls would all taste back to back. Who would have the sweeter pussy, like honey, and who would have the richer, muskier flavor for him to dine on? The thought drove him wild, combined with Brooke starting to suck on his cock, taking the end of his shaft into her mouth. It was too much to imagine, too much to handle.

Brooke seemed to realize what was happening and how close he was getting to orgasm. Cool air met his wet dick as she sat up, smothering Vanessa's face under her pussy and ass. Her thighs, thin and petite, gripped the sides of his head with a strength that seemed impossible for her to summon. Vanessa knew he had limited time without air, and Brooke didn't seem eager to let him get more until she got what she wanted, what she seemed to physically need.

Her hips grinded against his face, driving Vanessa's tongue deeper and deeper into her. This wasn't working, wasn't going to get her off quickly enough; Vanessa was already feeling heady with his nose deep between Brooke's pale cheeks. He switched up his tactics. His tongue began swirling over her clit, tracing out patterns and shapes and letters. She cried out, bouncing on him as she got closer and closer. Her hands wrapped around his cock - a nearly two-handed affair for the small girl - and she stroked and jacked him off.

After what felt like an eternity of moaning and squirming, Brooke's entire body started shaking. Her lithe frame pressed even harder down on the bed and her partner beneath her. Vanessa choked as a gush of juices flooded into his mouth and nose, literally threatening to drown him in the results of his lovemaking. His head swirled, and everything started growing distant and hard to hear. His senses cut off, he felt detached, only able to feel the pleasure in his cock as he erupted in his girlfriend's hands.

Just as Vanessa started to feel the cold grip of unconsciousness wrap around his mind, Brooke toppled off of him, her body still writhing from her own orgasm. Vanessa managed to turn his head to her. She looked like an addict, getting her fix after a long withdrawal. He felt concern and guilt rise up in him, accompanied with a baser pride and satisfaction at her thorough enslavement. Yet, before he could act, he was already falling asleep in the bed with his girlfriend, having stolen both from his son.