In the far back of your closet you see a dust covered box labeled 'baby toys'. Curious, you pull the box out, coughing as a massive cloud of dust exploded around you, and lift off the lid. Inside you see many wooden and plastic toys that hadn't been touched in nearly one and a half decades, including a set of stackable rings, a fuzzy stuffed pig with spit stained fur, and an firetruck-red jack in the box. This last item caught your attention better than anything else you'd found so far, and after pulling the small yet surprisingly weighty metal box out of the cardboard box, you set the rest of toys aside and turned around to show Rachel your selection.
"A jack-in-the-box?" She asked, her hand instinctively reaching up to the empty space where her head had been to scratch her scalp in confusion, before remembering her current state and reaching over to scratch the head laying next to her. She smiled that smile she always smiled before saying something that would get you both in trouble, and said "Do it!"
Walking over to your cousin, you place the base of the jack-in-the-box on to her neck and press down.
"Ah!" Rachel says, her body jolting up and knocking the box off of her neck and sending her head rolling off of the bed.
For the second time in only five minutes you save your cousin from possible brain damage, dropping the sword and catching her head just before it hit the floor. Raising her up to eye level, you asked "What's wrong?"
"I... uh... that felt weird." She said, her body rubbing her neck. "I... something definitely happened. My head and neck felt all tingly when you pushed the jack-in-the-box into me, and even now they feel... different."
"Different? Different how?" You asked, turning her head around in your hands. It didn't feel any different than before, nor did it look any different.
"I dunno, just different. It's hard to describe. It's like a pressure or something underneath the skin of my head and neck." She said, her body poking her empty neck stump. She giggled a little, and began rubbing the spot, her face twisting int-
Do-
Both of you froze as a high pitched note rang out from the space where Rachel's head had once been attached to her shoulders. It sounded like a chime from one of those old fashioned mechanical music boxes. Like a "Jack-in-the-box!" Rachel blurted out, her cheeks warming up in your hands as she spoke your thoughts verbatim. "Put me back on my body!" She said.
Obeying your cousin's request you pressed her head back onto her shoulders and with a strangely mechanical 'click-clack' she was reattached to her body. She touched her neck again, rubbed the area vigorously, then frowned. "Nothing's happening."
"Do you feel any different?" You asked, wondering if reattaching her head had somehow undone the magic. The note said that that would only happen if you hit the button on the bottom of the sword, though nothing about this sword made any sense so why should the random note that came with it?
"Yeah?" She answered, still rubbing her neck and furrowing her brow. "Like, there's definitely still a pressure in there that wasn't there before, but... this isn't doing anything." She said, feeling around the area where the sword had decapitated her. "You heard that sound too, right? It did something before."
"Yeah." You nodded. You thought for a few moments, watching as your cousin rubbed her throat with her cute little fingers with their bright red nail polish. Watching her tilt her head to the ceiling, sticking her slender throat straight out as she ran her hands over it, an few odd ideas popped into your head. "Hey, silly question, but did you feel anything when your body made that noise?"
"Huh?" She vocalized.
"Did you feel anything? Like, when your body made that noise did you feel anything?" You clarified.
"Uh, a little?" She said. "Like I felt a little more pressure build up in my head and neck, but I didn't feel gears and chimes moving around inside my chest or anything. I'm not a robot now, id that's what you're asking."
"No, I'm not asking that. What I'm asking is... look, maybe it's not WHERE you touched yourself, but HOW you touched yourself." You said.
Rachel smirked. "Hey, phrasing!" She said, putting on her best H. Jon Benjamin impression.
You stared at her, blank faced. "Maybe not."
Her smirk vanished, and a flat "What?" was her only response.
"How did it FEEL when you rubbed your neck stump?" You asked. "Did it feel good?"
"I... I mean I guess? The pressure felt like a good kind of pressure, and the skin was a lot more sensitive than my shoulders is. It was kind of ticklish, very soft, like... kind of like someone rubbing my thighs, I guess?" She stammered, her cheeks taking on a rosy glow.
"Did it... wind you up? A little?" You asked, doing your best to suppress your own blush.
Rachel didn't respond, and the awkward silence that hung between you hardened into an all but visible wall. You had gone way too far. You could see it in her eyes. She was two seconds away from leaping onto you and beat the ever loving shit out of your creepy ass. What kind of pervert talks like that to their own fucking cousin?
Her thighs twitched, then squeezed together. They squeezed together hard, her already tight fitting jeans going more taught across her skin as she rubbed her legs back and forth across one another.
Do-Do Do-Do
She stopped moving, and the music box stopped with it. Both of your faces were doing their best impersonation of a strawberry now, your skin on fire as the unfortunate realization that you were right sank in to both of you. Rachel the jack-in-the-box really had to be wound up if you wanted to see her pop.
"Uh, listen. I can undo the magic if you want. We can totally find something else to do." You said, avoiding eye contact and rubbing the back of your neck uncomfortably.
Rachel...
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