After School Deliberations

As the day slogged on, Tess was growing less and less sure about allowing Janine to tag along when she went to see Tom. What if she simply just reached out snatched Tom? What could she do? Nothing really for fear of hurting Tom. Like the time when Janine had put her hand under her skirt to feel Tom squirming about in her soaked panties. Was a bump on the head enough to change Janine? The little knot of dread was churning in her stomach.

Meeting up with Janine at the end of the school day, they were in the process of leaving when Miss Harwood appeared in the door into her classroom.

“Tess,” the teacher said with a warm smile, “Do you have a moment?” she inquired, looking toward Janine then back to Tess.

“Um, I guess,” she replied, exchanging glances with Janine.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait outside,” Janine said with a smile, nodding toward the young looking teacher.

“I haven’t heard any recent updates about how your brother is doing?” she said, expression on her pretty face concerned.

“He’s, uh, I’m not sure, we’re hoping he’ll be himself soon,” she replied, forcing a smile.

“That’s good, just let him know we are all pulling for him,” she said with a ghost of a smile.

“Thanks,” Tess replied, getting an odd vibe.

Miss Harwood smiled again and nodded before letting Tess.

Outside, “That was weird,” Tess mumbled as she met up with Janine.

“What?” the blonde asked.

“Miss Harwood was asking after Tom,” she replied.

Janine glanced back toward the school over her shoulder, “Probably just concerned,” she suggested.

“Given the events of the last couple of weeks, color me paranoid,” Tess replied.

“Fair enough,” Janine conceded, grinning.

“Did you drive in today?” Tess asked.

“No, Jess drove me,” she answered.

“I’ll call for a cab,” Tess said, pulling out her cell phone and making the call. Next, she fired off a text message to Cassidy to let her know they were coming. “Taxi will be about ten minutes.” She advised, slipping her phone back into her purse.

“Cool,” Janine said, nodding. “Can I ask you a personal question?” she inquired, turning to look at the dark haired girl.

“Seeing as I have pretty much gotten to third base with you, I suppose it’s okay,” she replied with a lopsided smile.

Janine chuckled, “What do you feel when you’re with your brother?” Janine asked. “You know, now that he’s small?”

Frowning, “What? Sexually?” she asked.

“Just in general,” clarified Janine, “Sexual or otherwise.”

Tess shrugged, “Mostly just concerned that he might get hurt I guess,” she supplied. “It’s like he has no clue. He just keeps pushing the envelope. I remember how frightened he was when I found him, so small, and scared.”

“It didn’t take him long to become brazen,” Janine acknowledged.

“We weren’t even on the plane back here when his fear passed, little miscreant,” Tess said making a sour face, remembering him deliberately fiddling with her nipple.

Janine laughed again, ““What if Tom wasn’t your brother?” she put forth soberly.

“What do you mean?” Tess asked back, turning her head to look at the other girl.

“What if instead of him, it was some other boy that was shrunk? How do you think you would feel?”

“In what way?” Tess queried, seeking clarification.

“Okay, so let’s say you had a boy the same size as Tom in your possession, do you think you would behave differently?”

“I don’t know, I hadn’t really thought about it from that point of view,” she conceded.

“Put yourself on the other side of the equation. Ask, what if you did? The boy would be undeniably hot of course, and he absolutely fawned over you, looked at you the way a lover does?” she suggested.

“I think I’d more than likely be worried about breaking him,” she replied. “Being that small they have to be pretty fragile.”

“You would be incredibly amazed how resilient Tom is,” Janine replied. “All I can say is this is the something more I was talking about at my birthday party. It defies all expectations,” she added.

“I don’t know, I think maybe I would just find it odd,” Tess supposed, not giving it too much consideration.

“That’s the sister talking, not the woman. Kissinger said it best when he coined the phrase, ‘Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac,’ because it’s true. Being in that position is intoxicating and makes one very, very, receptive to male input, shall we say” Janine opined, grinning.

“That may be true, but it is Tom we’re talking about,” Tess countered.

Janine smiled and nodded, “You’re right, it is your brother,” she said, falling silent as they waited for the taxi.

Tess was glad for the respite in the conversation, Janine’s words pulling her mind back to when she was smuggling Tom back to the school from their house, he had elicited confusing feelings within her. Not that she was inclined in any way to necessarily act upon those feelings, nonetheless, she had felt them. Then there was the encounter she and Janine had shared in the corridor when she had her hand under Janine’s skirt. Feeling her brother, a slave at the mercy of the beautiful blonde struggling under her fingers as Janine’s pussy drooled all over him ignited absolutely delicious sensations in her. She could not deny how so incredibly aroused she had been, sexually. What if it hadn’t been Tom? What would she have done? Would she have taken Janine up on the offer to share him? The curiosity was enticing.

It seemed none of the women Tom crossed paths with could resist playing with him, not Janine, Lina, Sam, or even Miss Addison. They all seemed to fall under the spell. She seriously doubted Cassidy was going to be any different. The fascination nibbled away at the back of her conscious mind. What would it feel like if it wasn’t Tom? In her mind’s eye, she could see the device lying atop the table in her grandfather’s dusty basement workshop.

It wasn’t until she felt Janine’s hand on her knee that she looked up to see the arrival of the yellow taxi cab.