Charlotte stared at her sister Lily.
Ten feet tall and incredibly beautiful, and hovering in the air above the high school basketball court, her sparkling long blonde hair flowed around her as if blown by a gentle breeze. The young goddess gazed out over her worshippers with glowing golden eyes. Every inch of her naked form shone with an indescribable aura of health and vigor. Her long torso was beyond model perfect with enormous breasts larger than basketballs sitting high and firm on her wide chest, golden nipples straining with promised ecstasy. Her torso narrowed to a tiny waist rippling with athletic muscle and then burst into shapely womanly hips, perfect bare pussy nestled between her thighs. Every inch of her screamed unlimited beauty and power, from her perfectly smooth unblemished skin to her manicured nails. Lily’s gaze locked on to Charlotte’s and Lily smiled perfect straight white teeth.
“LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE BECOME! POOR CHARLOTTE. YOU WILL NEVER KNOW THE PURE JOY OF A GODDESS!”
Charlotte trembled under the full weight of Lily’s sex appeal and she began to spasm in unrestrained orgasm. Lily raised one hand above her head and looked up. With a blast, the titanic golden goddess shot through the roof of the school gym.
Charlotte gasped, her pussy clenching in orgasm. As the searing release of pleasure subsided, she lay there panting, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. This was the second time she’d had this dream in the last week. Each time she woke in drenching orgasm and shame. This could not go on.
She knew the problem, of course. Lily had been growing more beautiful by the day. She had always been cute, a startling ray of sunshine in their otherwise short dark-haired family, always cheerful, always beaming. Charlotte had never felt guilty before, but this year, Charlotte’s senior year, when she was supposed to be the queen of school (or at least of her geek clique), everyone’s eyes were on Lily, who had quickly developed from a cute little sophomore into a beautiful junior.
It seemed to Charlotte like all the boys, and even the girls, were talking about Lily’s dramatic transformation over the summer. She had grown from a cute but essentially sexless sweet little girl into an actual woman, with long blonde hair that never seemed to tangle, a perfectly symmetrical face without blemish, long willowy arms, and the beginnings of breasts burgeoning underneath the tight sweaters she favored in the fall chill. The jeans she wore no longer hung off her like they used to but were packed with developing curves, straining against her perfectly round tight ass and long muscular legs.
And then there was Charlotte, with her dark brown hair that never seemed to untangle, pasty pale skin still breaking out regularly in pimples, and slightly-chubby body that she tried to hide in a shapeless ensemble of oversized t-shirts and baggy jeans. Why had Lily won the genetic lottery? Was she some kind of mutant?
Charlotte’s alarm clock erupted with its annoying buzzing. Charlotte slapped it off and pulled herself out of bed to get ready for another day of highschool.
She loved her sister, of course. Even now, with Lily’s sudden blossoming, Charlotte’s overriding emotion was one of protection. She knew that underneath the new beauty and sex appeal Lily was still the innocent little girl she had grown up with and that she was easy pickings for the wannabe frat boy assholes that seemed to spring up in her school like weeds. But...she wished that at least some of her sister’s bounty would have been hers.
Charlotte put on her shabby but comfortable robe and headed to the bathroom for a shower. As she walked down the hall, a blonde vision bounded past her, full of energy.
“Hi sis!” the blonde blur said cheerfully. “Hope you don’t mind me slipping in ahead of you. I have a cheerleader tryout today and I have to look my best!”
Charlotte got one glimpse of Lily before she slammed the bathroom door. A willowy five-nine clad only in too-small panties, her naked breasts bounced with a pert fullness that Charlotte would kill for, definitely now more than a handful. Long blonde hair flowed behind her as if just washed, and Charlotte could not imagine what Lily could possibly do in there to look better than she already did.
Charlotte leant against the wall and waited for her sister to finish.
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