It was like anyother night in the house, my parents had long retired to bed, Thor was napping on my sheets as I produced a new box of tissues, and Nathan moaned as he fucked Paul through the paper thin walls. I opened up our private IG and pulled down my pants to enjoy the latest pics of Natalia. Today was a gold mine, he had uploaded dozens of pics and videos. I was fully errect and ready to go as I scrolled through the assortment of photos. Honestly I had grown less envious of the men who got to fuck Natalia, they could have her as much as they wanted, as I took pride in bringing her into the world in the first place. I had gifed the world the body of a goddess, despite holding the mind of a seventeen year old boy inside of it. I reveled in my own creation as I began slowly rubbing up and down my shaft.
Nathan had another morning at the mall playing dress up with Natalia. Still to my surprise he had not ran out of clothes to put on his femine flesh. First he dressed her up in a nice, and tasteful (for his standards) black dress. Next a pants suit, which didn't do much for Natalia's figure. Aferwards another series of bra shot, Nathan loved trying on different bras. Last, and for sure not least he wrapped her body up in a skin tight leather cat suit. It took a lot of self control to not finish right then.
The next set of posts were from the night before, another club night. He jumped up and down as his breasts miraculously managed to stay contained witin his top. The club posts were sub par as usual, I'm sure the club was fun but the lighting was meh at best. I quickly skimmed through them.
Finally I got to the good stuff. The famous red bikini. Fuck I loved that red bikini on Natalia, whenever Nathan wore it out to the pool to tan I had to stay far far away to keep my dick hidden from the rest of the house. Nothing was sexier than Natalia in that bikini, nothing. The way it held out her tits forward like they defied gravity, the way it wrapped around her curves and squished her breasts together in the perfect way to accentuate her deep cleavage. That bikini was a weapon of mass destruction. Nathan had really delievered today and uploaded at least two dozen posed pictures and a handful of video from him dancing to a timelapse of him sun bathing. If I were the chef who created Natalia, Nathan was the cook who could cook her up better than anyone could hope to. I felt the ectasy rush through me as I rubbed myself. I climaxed with the loudest moan to ever escape my mouth. For a second I was scared Nathan, or worse, my parents, heard it.
Clarity, my mind had become clear once again, but things like this never lasted long with Natalia's pics. I tossed the tissues into the trash can and prepped myself a new batch. I was halfway errect with a half sane mind when I spotted something my horney brain couldn't pick up on. Amongst the images and videos of Nathan rocking that red bikini there was one that stood out. I hadn't played the video yet, but what I could see in the thumbnail was Nathan in the red bikini in mid jog, on the snow. I opened the video and played it, and sure enough it was a slow mo video of Natalia's body jogging across a snowy terrain. That made no sense, it was mid June, no snow had fallen since Natalia had become a staple in my life. I dropped the tissues and stood up, pulling up my pants and dashed to the room nextdoor.
Nathan's moans roared through the house. I banged on the door, but nobody answered. I couldn't wait, I had to intrude. I opened the door and was greated with the view of Nathan riding Paul reverse cowgirl. I was too focused on the issue at hand to feel the familiar sensation of disgust of the thought of having sex with Natalia's body.
"Nathan, we need to talk," I said.
Nathan cursed in Russian then switched to English. "Fuck dude, can't you see I have a man inside me? I was so close to cumming too," He gyrated his hips over Pauls crotch. Letting out a small moan. "Paul, your dick is perfect for my pussy." He continued to moan.
"Did somebody just open the door?" Paul asked.
"Yeah, I think he wants to watch. Or maybe join," Nathan did his signature wink. He continued to focus on the dick between his legs, only halfway focused on me.
"Nathan," I said, "we don't have time."
"Is that your cousin?" Paul asked. He adjusted himself to see around Nathan and got a glimpse of me. "Oh fuck me it's your cousin. What's he doing here?"
"I have something important to tell Nathan, I mean Natalia," I said catching myself.
Nathan remained focused on cumming, ignoring Paul and I, at least for a second before he spoke again. "Paul baby, you're growing soft. Can you get your little boy up again? I need to finish."
"I can't fuck you with your freaky cousin watching us," Paul said. Nathan fought him trying to withdraw from the situation, but the underwear model came out on top. He had removed himself form Nathan as Nathan desperatly tried to keep him inside.
Nathan cursed in Russian again then looked at me. "What do you want? And it better be important or I'll murder you."
I pulled out my phone and opened up Instagram. I flipped through the latest uploads until I came across the snow. I tossed Nathan my phone.
He looked at the video and then back to me.
"Do you remember taking that video?" I asked. I already knew the answer, but my mind's denial was overpowering.
"I take a lot of videos, I don't remember every one I record," he said. "Is this why you ruined a good fuck, to ask me about when I took a video?"
"Just look at it."
Paul pulled himself up and leaned over Nathans back, he wrapped his arms around him. "Babe, you look fine as fuck in red." He said and kissed Nathan on the cheek. "Is this from back in Mother Russia?" He said in his best immitation of Natalia's accent.
"No," Nathan said, "this is from earlier today. I did a few photo shoots in that suit."
"Did it snow this afternoon? I don't remember it snowing, but I did spend a lot of today binging Hulu." Paul wasn't the brightest guy.
"That's not snow, that's-," Nathan trailed off. "Is that snow?"
"Yes," I said, "it's motherfucking snow. Why is there a video of Natalia in the winter time?"
"This doesn't make any sense. I bought that bikini, it wasn't in Natalia's luggage. The one she had was white, it was boring so I tossed it out."
"Something is going on Nathan," I walked over to him, "I think it's time we pull the plug. We could be playing with fire with Natalia's body."
"Babe," Paul said, "what's he talking about? Why is he calling you Nathan?"
"Let's not jump to conclusions," Nathan pleaded. "We don't know anything about Natalia other than your mom's memories. Maybe she is real and you did forget about her existance. People forget things all the time."
"Then why is she wearing your bikini?" I asked. "Nathan, we don't know what we're playing with her. You could get seriously hurt."
"No," he shook his head, "no I can't go back. I like it here, being Natalia feels right. I never felt at home back in my old body. This feels right, plus..." he turned his head and looked at Paul. He didn't finish his sentence.
"You can finish your night, but tomorrow I'm returing the body to Thor. Look I love that cat, but he's can be sacraficed. I can't lose you."
Nathan curse in Russian and tossed the phone at me. It flew past me and hit the wall. Nathan began speaking in Russian and cried. Paul, confused as ever, comforted him. He cried for a while before his face shifted from dispear to rage. Flushed red Nathan lashed out at me and began hitting me with everything Natalia's arms could muster.
"Nate, calm down," I said.
"I don't have to go back if you're fucking dead," he grappled my wrists and pushed me against the wall. Natalia was surprisingly strong, maybe Nathan wasn't full of bullshit about breastmilk. He began kicking me and kicking me in the shins. I screamed out in pain. Paul grabbed Nathan by his wrists and tried to get him off me. But Nathan's grip was too strong. The three of our bodies began a dance against each other and gravity as we all tried to fight one another. Gravity ultimately won, tumbling us down to the floor. After the shock ended I was able to regain control. I stood above the two lovers and saw something I should have saw coming earlier. During the fight my mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only: Natalia, and with the chaos I was bound to touch something I didn't intend to. Laying on the floor below me was Natalia, but she had changed spots and held the wrist of another: the wrist of one young tall and lanky young man, Nathan.