Sarah felt the strangest sensation as she sat down, and while their Mom had her back turned to her, hovering over the stove, Sarah snuck a peak, pulling her panties open to look at whatever was tickling her down between her two most intimate places. When she saw two tiny human legs sticking out, she almost freaked, and Mom turned around to see what the fuss was.
“N-Nothing, Mom. Um, I…don’t feel like eating this morning, either. I-I’m going to go look for my books before school, okay?”, and Sarah tried her best to walk naturally down the hall, already in a cold sweat at what she thought she saw in her panties.
Closing the bedroom door behind her as quietly as possible, Sarah locks it, then dashes over to her bed and zips her pants down, then yanks down her panties, allowing the nearly suffocated Damon to come up for air, gasping and on his knees right atop her pubes.
Sarah is so freaked out, she is about to swat him away like a cockroach, when Damon pleads in a tiny voice, “Wait! No! Sarah, it’s ME! Damon! Your brother!”
“Damon? What the HELL?”, begs Sarah, now picking her older brother up like a tiny doll between the fingers of her right hand.
“I don’t know WHAT’S going on!”, cries Damon in his tiny insect-like voice, “I woke up like this and…”
Just then, Sarah hears someone knocking on the door of her bedroom.
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