Made me even harder. I caught her looking at the door, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her onto her knees. “You know what to do, Kristina. Teas... teacher and this is what you get.” She fumbled with my fly, unleashed my dick, and started to suck it like an amateur. “Wrong,” I said. “That’s not good enough.” I slapped her face again. Her body shook, tears ran from her eyes. From empowered cock-tease to cum eater—she didn’t like the shift. I grabbed her head with both hands, wrapped my fingers. "Well, it's wrong now. I don't have a sister."The red-head then stared at me for a bit."It's you? But how ..." she stammered, and then muttered something."Tell me the truth, did you have a moment of power recently? Are yougetting memories of other lives?" She demanded.I found myself helpless to hold back, and told her everything - my name,about turning the tables on the bullies, and of the memories of fightingmonsters.And the fact I had felt more like a girl than a guy my whole life.The spell. Some nights Eleanor and I would sit and talk; other times the three of us would skate and chat.She lived on Baxter Terrace, which was the rich section of town. The house was as big as a museum, with servants, formal gardens and antique furniture. I told her I felt a little uncomfortable and she said she didn't like the place either. Her room was gorgeous, with a big four poster bed and lots of feminine frills. I imagined being in it with her and my panties got damp.As she drove me home one day,. "Would you?" Yes," Cookie breathlessly whispered.Sharky reached over and pulled my sister's open blouse down the back of her shoulders. Cookie had to release my cock as she finished removing the silky blouse. She was now sitting there in just the short skirt. The skirt had ridden up and her bare legs were still apart so, as I looked down, I could see between her open thighs.Her pussy was as blonde and as pink and as perfect and as pretty as it had been, when I'd seen it earlier, at the pussy.