The track captain. Sun tanned skin, brown eyes looking through designer prescription glasses. She was wearing a sports bra and track shorts. I can see...the lines in her stomach, not a six pack but those sexy curves women get sometimes. She was sizing me up to. I am 6'2''. Mixed white and Mediterranean. Green eyes. Thin but athletic build. Not much to look at but I suppose I cold be worse off. She is a sprinter, I am a distance runner. We sit in silence a few more minutes.She finally breaks. "I. But all of us will support you 100%. We'll talk with your sister's at dinner. Would you like to help get dinner ready?" Mom I love helping you. I learn a lot from watching you and I know that I won't stop learning."* * * * * * *When everyone was seated at the table, Carol made her announcement. "Girls, I want to be the first one to let you know that soon you will have a permanent new sister. Renee has decided to go through with treatments that will help her become who she always wanted to. I have no doubt that his single rapid thrust into my butt hole would have had me screaming in agony, had I not been so thoroughly fucked the night before. Between the soreness of my hole, and my tender butt cheeks, it still hurt like hell, but I managed to avoid more than a grunting sound.My big brother proceeded to pound my ass for a good fifteen minutes, slowing when he got close, then speeding up again, when he was no longer in danger of shooting his load. He finally came.I was then forced. "How... How do I become more powerful and perfect?"Faena starts to rub her little clit with one hand and fondle her breast with the other. "Hehehe... You must grow more powerful by absorbing the life energy of many many men. Their... cum, as you call it."The thought both scares yet intrigues me, as my trousers fall to the ground from a lack of a belt. Only my red tunic drapes my body, hanging right above my thighs. She draws close as if to comfort me. I feel as if my height had gone down by a.