The morning begins in our new normal, waking up with Sara in two pieces. This morning, her body is the big spoon even though she’s much smaller than me - she calls it being my jetpack... Her head is on the other side, laying on its side on her pillow and facing me.
She’s been training herself for the past week to be separated for longer and longer before it starts to get uncomfortable to be apart, something she learned about in her classes. Now she only really needs to be together long enough to take a shower to be good until the next morning.
I feel her start to stir behind me, and her eyes slowly open. I say “good morning” and carefully pick up her head. We kiss, and it’s only a couple seconds before her tongue sneaks beyond my lips and the kiss becomes much more intense. I move her head away for a second and say “I guess it is a good morning, and getting better by the second…” as her hand reaches over me feeling around to see if my downstairs is awake as well. It definitely is now, and her body ducks under the covers, sliding and crawling around me. When she makes it the rest of the way around me, her hands reach out from under the blanket and grab her head. As she yanks her head under the covers she sticks her tongue out at me and winks.
Sara, now an indistinct blob of blankets in front of me, starts moving around underneath. One of her hands grabs hold of my leg and pulls at me, urging me to slide down more toward the foot of the bed. I do so, and her feet and lower legs pop out of the blanket by my head - apparently she did a 180 under the covers… She moves up the bed as more of her legs and nightgown are uncovered.
I feel a wetness engulf the end of my cock along with the squeezing and suction that I recognize as her throat, along with her tongue coming at me from the opposite side. As she starts going to work on me in the way that only a separated girl can, I return the favor, turning sideways slightly and moving her nightgown up and out of the way. I wrap an arm around her waist to pull her in closer, and my tongue and free hand go to work. From the sounds coming from under the covers I seem to be doing a pretty good job, and soon she has most of my cock in her throat. Due to the separation she can still breathe easily while deepthroating, and her disconnected head is free to roam around licking and sucking everywhere else. I say “Sara, I’m not gonna last much longer” and she makes one final thrust, using the muscles of her throat to squeeze down and swallowing my shaft even deeper. We both come at about the same time, and take a few seconds to recover.
Sara flips around again, and reappears next to me with her head attached. “Good freaking morning, right?”
“I’ll say, that was a hell of a ride.. I think we should try that out more often.”
I’ll have to come up with a new term for it, since 69 isn’t that accurate anymore. Maybe 61? Anyway, we should get ready for the weekend - I have a very full schedule of doing as little as possible.” Sara hops off the bed and heads to the shower, and I follow after.
We get dressed, and Sara grabs her phone. “Hey, do you care if I invite my sister over for dinner? Her first day of school is coming up soon and she wanted to see us before she’s buried in her classes.”
“Sure, I just hope this time she’s a little more relaxed - is she normally so shy?”
“It’s weird - she’s not all that outgoing but for some reason she clams up when you’re around. I talked to her about it and she was a little evasive. She definitely likes you and is cool with us being together, but is pretty bad with doing sister’s boyfriend small talk. I think she’s going to have more to talk about now, she was really excited that I got separated.”
“I remember you telling me she’s always wanted to get split herself, do you think she’ll get it done now that she’s out of the house?”
“I think she’s probably going to wait until I tell our parents. I could always take the heat better than her when we got in trouble, and if we both did it at the same time we’d probably both catch hell.”
Sara takes her phone out and types out a quick message, her phone pinging right afterward with a quick response. “Looks like she’s free, we’re on for tonight at 6.”
The doorbell rings just as the oven timer goes off, and Sara runs over and throws the door open to greet her sister. “Ohmygod Sabrina! You look great! Come on in!” Sara wraps her up in a huge hug and lifts her off her feet, rotating her around and carrying her into the entryway. Sabrina is dressed in her usual attire, best described as “gothic librarian”; hair in a tight bun, dark skirt, dark leggings, dark shoes, dark poofy blouse and a black choker.
She’s surprised by the sudden sideways motion, holding onto her hair bun and her purse at the same time while being quickly twirled around. Trying to re-compose herself while in a bear hug, Sabrina says in a slightly squished voice. “Hey Sara, you look good too!”
“Thanks! I’ve been having the best couple weeks I’ve had in a long time, but we have plenty of time to chat. I should probably stop crushing you though.”
After Sara’s parents split up and her mom remarried, she gained a stepsister. Although they are very different people, they get along really well. Standing next to each other in the entryway, their differences are even more distinct. Sabrina stands a handful of inches shorter than Sara, who isn’t that tall to begin with. Sara is a classic hourglass, and Sabrina is tiny everywhere but her hips; and her long lasting enthusiasm for corsets enhanced her already distinct shape. Where Sara is a bubbly ball of energy, Sabrina is focused and intense (except when she’s around me for some reason).
I wave to Sabrina from the kitchen and say “Hi Sabrina, how’s it going?” and she replies in a quiet voice “Hi Greg, I’m good.”
Sara leads her sister over to the table as I finish up the prep, setting the last part of the meal down. “Hey, I hope you showed up hungry, Greg made us a feast! It just came out of the oven, so let’s eat while it’s still hot!”
We take our places around the table, and dig in.
“Wow, this is great! I didn’t think about broiling the veggies, and I was worried when the oven started smoking, but this is awesome!” Sara says.
“Yeah, nice job Greg. It’s really good.” Sabrina seems to like it as well, which is mission accomplished in my mind - hopefully she can chill out a bit.
“So, how’s the move-in coming along? Need any help?” Sara asks, in between bites.
“I’m pretty much done, my friend’s boyfriends helped us all move into the house. It’s a pretty cool place, you should stop by and visit. I can’t guarantee the food will be as good, but me and my other 3 roommates should be able to figure something out.”
“I heard the place was pretty cool, it’s probably a lot better than staying in the dorms - probably saves you a bunch of money too.” I say.
“It’s a cool old house, a little drafty but tons of space for us. Splitting the rent and groceries is pretty nice too.” Once we finish up eating and continuing our conversation about school, Sabrina changes the topic, asking Sara “So you sent me a photo a few days ago, and I have to know about the whole head thing. How has it been since you got separated?”
“I should have done it years ago - it’s been awesome! I can be in two places at once, I can totally shut the world off by blocking my signal, and our bedroom fun has been like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”
Sabrina looks down and blushes slightly as she responds “What do you mean ‘blocking your signal’”?
“Oh yeah, I forgot you haven’t done the classes yet! I learned a ton of stuff they didn’t teach us in health class, like how I’m a body type split - if the signal between my head and body gets blocked my head goes asleep and the “me” part of me stays in my body. It’s unusual, but it’s really awesome - I can shut off everything but my sense of touch by blocking myself. It’s great when I want to sleep in - Greg can turn on the lights and make all the noise he wants and I won’t be bothered.”
“Wow, that’s crazy - I’m going to have to take those classes soon…” Sabrina’s voice tapers off at the last part, and she seems slightly concerned.
Sara says “You’re in luck! I wanted to make it more of a surprise but I can’t resist anymore. I got you a gift card to the place that did my separation! They do in-home visits and everything, and the nurse who did the process was really good. She even tested me before to see the best spot to separate, so it all worked out great.” Once you get your classes you can cash it in and get it taken care of as well. Then we’ll have to figure out how to tell our parents. I figure I’ll let them know soon so they’re used to the idea before you get it done too.”
Sabrina looks at both of us nervously while biting her lip, and says “Sooooo I got a little crazy at my first college party…” She unbuckles her choker, grabs hold of the bun on top of her head, and lifts up. Her head continues upward, her neck parting at the faint line halfway up her neck which was formerly concealed.
She lowers her head back onto her neck, and my astonished expression is matched by Sara’s shock and slight confusion. “So you got split at a party? That sounds usafe… Did you do the classes yet? You’re going to want to do it and get the insurance and paperwork and stuff.”
Sabrina replies “The party had a guy who did it a few times before, and he had an ok setup. We all had a few adult beverages, and one thing led to another.. Me and a few of my girlfriends got detached, and they ran off with their boyfriends right after.
Sara says “So which type are you? What level were you split at? I’m not mad or anything, Just surprised. Actually it’s pretty awesome, and I should be able to get a refund on the gift card. Maybe I can swap it with a gift card for the class?”
“I think he said I got split at 4? 4 and 5? Yeah, 4-5. I’m not sure about which type I am, this is all pretty new to me - I’m still figuring out how this whole thing works.”
“You’re in luck, we can find out right now - head over to the couch and I’ll grab the stuff! Greg, take a seat too, I’ll handle everything.”
We walk over to the living room and take a seat next to each other. Sabrina sits next to me, her face blushing aggressively and looking down in awkward silence. Sara runs back from the bedroom with a handful of her accessories, and stands behind the couch.
“Ok sis, pop your head off and set it next to you. I’ll put one of these stickers on the split, which will block your signal. If you’re a body like me you’ll be in your body and your head will go dark. Give me a thumb’s up and I’ll keep you separated, thumb’s down and I’ll restore you. If you’re a head, which is the most common type, your body will go limp and you’ll be hanging out as a head for a while. It’ll be pretty obvious if that’s the case. If you stick out your tongue I’ll restore you, because talking isn’t going to work. Greg, I’ll need you to catch her body if she looks like she’s falling off the couch. ”
Sabrina lifts up her head and sets it on her other side, away from me. Sara gently puts her hand on the edge of Sabrina’s neck stump, which elicits a slight shiver - it’s not a feeling she’s used to. Sara sticks one of her signal blocking stickers over the area where her spine ends, interrupting the slightly-magical wireless link between her two pieces.
Sara notices that Sabrina’s eyes are still open and she’s smiling, and says “looks like you’re a head type! Nice! She picks up her sister’s head and walks into the middle of the room. “You’re even more cute this way! Also you’re basically helpless, so I can tease you with no consequences!”
While I’m distracted by all this and while Sara’s carrying Sabrina around the living room, I suddenly realize that I forgot to hold her body up when she was disconnected. At the same time, I feel her lean against me. Likely when her body relaxed it slumped over onto me a bit - a little awkward but better than her body falling off the couch. A second later, I feel a strange sensation on my shoulder - her neck stump is rubbing against my shoulder. Her body slides a bit closer, and her hands blindly grope at me in an alarming display of what seems like affection.
I say “Uh, hey...?” As her hand reaches toward my lap, rubbing up my inner thigh. As her hand approaches my crotch, I reach over and pull the sticker off, and Sara quickly walks Sabrina’s head toward her body as her head and body reconnect. Sabrina’s first move once reconnected is to jump down the couch away from me. Sara quickly sticks her sister's astonished head back on, and Sabrina leaps to her feet, saying “What the shit was that?” I was over there with Sara, but now I also sorta remember being on the couch. When I was on the couch all I could think about was how good you felt and that I was insanely turned on. Did they cover that in your classes, or is that how you are when you’re blocked?”
“It’s ok sis - that’s not totally unknown, apparently really rare though. The lady at the store mentioned that there are other types that are even more rare, where you’re sorta in both sides at the same time. I think you might be one of those, but I’m not an expert. But that doesn’t explain trying to make a move on my boyfriend…”
Sabrina blushes even more, which didn’t seem possible until now. “Aah crap, I guess I better come out with it.. I’m not shy around your boyfriend, I have a huge crush on him! It makes me worry that I’ll say the wrong thing and make you mad at me, or that I’ll do something stupid so I freeze up! I guess my body was more uninhibited - It’s still me mostly, apparently mostly the horny part! I guess all my self control is upstairs..”
“Oh, well damn. Umm, ok. I have to think about this. Greg, I’m calling for sister time - you need to head to another room while we have a private chat.” I know not to mess with official sister time, so I head to the bedroom to wait for them to figure out what happens next.