Carolyn had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth. His mother had tried calling her several times with no answer. She had been about to call the police when Charles had come through her door. A few unanswered text messages later Charles had decided he needed to drive over to Carolyn's and check on her personally, much to the relief of his mother.
When he'd pulled his car up to Carolyn's house he was relieved to see her car in the driveway. A little dusty but there and safe, hopefully just like his sister. He knocked on the door but after a few moments of nothing happening he knocked again and then fished in his pocket for some keys. As he was doing so the door opened a crack and a familiar voice came out.
"Hello? I'm sorry the lady of the house is out." When he saw the woman behind the door he thought Carolyn had gone crazy. Why was her hair blue?
"Hi sis. The hell's going on? Mom's been trying to get a hold of you for days."
The young woman opened the door fully and steeped out to join him on the stoop. She was Carolyn's height and even looked like her in the face, but that was the end of the comparison. Blue hair was the starkest difference. She also had breasts easily in the realm of the DD. The globes stretched the fabric of the black shirt that was trying to contain them. Her full hips and thighs were squeezed into a pair of jeans that looked like they might be painted on. Charles was really confused. This person looked like his sister but with someone else's body. His sister was fit to be sure, but she had always been toned and muscular. This looked like someone had injected his sister with more mass then she'd ever let herself have. Of course they also took the time to put all that mass in his favorite places.
The woman smiled up at him. She twisted the ball of her right foot on the cement of the stoop, causing ripples of motion in her generous thighs. She bit her lower lip as her gaze travelled up his body. God he hoped this wasn't his sister.
"Uh you're not Carolyn, are you?"
"Nope. I'm her friend Kryln. I know your sister from college. You must be Charles. Carolyn just went out for some supplies. She'll be back in a few. Why don't we wait...." She hesitated and then glanced back into the house. "Why don't we wait out here?"
"Maybe we should wait inside."
"Uhh well you know I was just cleaning up and I still have some work to do. I'm not sure that Carolyn would want anyone inside before I'm done."
Sensing something was wrong he said, "I'm her brother I'm sure it'll be fine." He pushed past her and walked into the house trailing the blue haired beauty behind him. He walked around the small ranch style home. Looking in each of the rooms. Everything seemed to be in order. The kitchen had some dirty dishes in it, so at least someone had been living here the last two days. Charles didn't know what to think. He decided to wait a few more minutes before he threw out any accusations at the strange woman in his sister's house. He was about to go into the only unexplored room, the master bedroom, when Kryln tapped him on the shoulder.
"I told you she wasn't here. I brought you a coffee. Two sugars right?"
"Yeah. How'd you know that?"
Kryln blushed, which almost looked purple with her blue hair. "Oh uhhh, well it's just like how Carolyn takes it right?"
"Yeah. I guess." This girl was really suspicious, at least when he could look past how fucking hot she was. Something about her just...did it for him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Charles shook himself loose again and walked into the bedroom. The room was strangely clean. Carolyn was many things but clean and organized wasn't usually one of them. The fact that there weren't clothes strewn about the room and no sheets were on the bed concerned him more than if he had found some blood stains or something. There was a certain odor to the place. Something he couldn't quite place. As Kryln walked into the room, bouncing her tits as she skipped around the place he suddenly placed the smell.
He looked in astonishment at the buxom young lady and more pieces started to fall into place. She watched him for a moment, a strange look on her face. Before she could act he made a beeline for one of the closets and pulled it open to reveal a stacked set of washer and drier. Pulling open the washer he found what he was seeking. Soiled sheets spilled from the front loaded entrance of the washer. He scooped up the dark silky material and breathed deep the smell of sex.
"Holy god."
"Perhaps if you would just let me explain some more." Kryln offered weakly from her seat on the bare bed.
"Oh no. It's pretty obvious what's happened. My sister has gone and become a lesbian!"
Charles stomped off down the hall leaving the sheets and a rather startled Kryln behind in the bedroom. After a few moments she ran after him and found him sitting on the couch with his hands covering his face. She sat next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Charles if you'll just..."
Charles interrupted her, "Do you know what this will do to my parents? They are so religious! I mean my mom might actually die. She's railing all the time about the gays and the downfall of western civilization. This is gonna push her right over the edge."
Kryln looked very startled and pressed her other hand to his stomach as she spoke softly to him, "Charles you don't need to say anything. Just like you said it's just going to cause problems."
