Chapter Four

Roger knelt down in front of the couch looked at Melissa. Normally she was the same height as he and liked to point that fact out. But here she was, small as a toy and cowering in a napkin. He smiled down at her and reached for her as he had done with Lori. He really liked the way Lori felt in his hand and reached for Melissa in a similar fashion. Maybe he reached for her a little too gingerly. She gave a scream and stumbled backward from the huge hand. She had never seen anything so big move so fast! As she fell back his fingers closed in on her. Instead of her small body though, he grasped the
napkin by mistake and began to lift. Both of them gasped as Melissa was again exposed to her stepbrother. She sat on her butt, covering herself with her hands and arms, crossing her legs to preserve her modesty!

"Roger! What the hell do you think..." she began, but was cut off when he hastily grabbed her and lifted her up, trying to wrap the napkin about her. Melissa's conversation turned into another scream as she was turned around in the giant's hands. He was not being very successful at redressing her and was apologizing profusely. Through fear, Melissa felt her bladder release, peeing on herself, Roger, and Shelly's new couch. She collapsed in the giant hand from embarrassment, her struggles ceasing. Roger looked at her and wondered if she was okay when he felt the wetness on his
hand. He crinkled his nose and apologized again.

"Sorry Mel. I should have taken it slower. I just..." he began. Melissa cut him off.

"I peed myself. I just freaking peed myself." Roger lifted her and held her to his chest, trying to comfort her. For the moment, the raven haired doll forgot where she was and collapsed against his chest, crying. Roger looked down at her, dumbfounded and slowly made his way to the bathroom. She may not need to pee anymore, but she needed to be cleaned up.

He looked at the bathtub, then down at his doll-sized step sister. That would not work. He looked back at the sink and nodded. Carefully setting her on the counter, he turned on the water. Once it was a good temperature, he stoppered the sink and squirted some of the hand soap into it. He swished his hand around in it to create more suds then gently lifted Melissa again. She offered no resistance as he picked her up and removed her napkin. Roger stared at his naked step sister for a moment then eased her into the water. She had such long legs, like an anime character. And her butt felt almost as nice as Lori's in his hand. He let her get comfortable in the water and turned it off.

"Go ahead and get cleaned up sis. I'm so sorry." Roger said, picking up the napkin. She nodded at him, the water seeming to comfort her a bit.

"I'm sorry too Rog. I shouldn't have freaked out on you like that. It's just that this is all so weird. I mean, people don't shrink! But here I am, wearing a napkin and bathing in a sink. Hell, you carried me in one hand like a doll, a freaking doll Rog!" Melissa looked up at her stepbrother. Fear seemed to be replaced with hopelessness, despair. Roger tried
to smile and reached into the sink. Melissa did not flinch when he began to rub her back. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, seemingly enjoying the rub. It was not a hug, but it was the best thing Roger could come up with.

"If nothing else, I will take care of you all until we can figure out how to get you back to normal." Roger said, massaging his sister's back tenderly. She moaned lowly and began to arch her back, sitting up. Roger could see her small breasts rising out of the water. Shelly and Lori had bigger, but Melissa had such a firm athletic body, Roger could not help but get turned on. He felt his jeans tighten as he got harder. He decided he had
better stop before he went too far. But fate was not going to let him off that easy.

"Roger?" Melissa asked rather meekly. Roger felt fate begin a drum roll.

"Y-yes?" He asked, sounding like he was just hitting puberty. She looked up at him demurely.

"This may sound odd, but..." she looked him in the eye and smiled.  "Would you be so
kind as to wash me?" Apparently it was not only Shelly who found the powder to be an aphrodisiac, though neither Roger nor Melissa realized it. Melissa could scarcely believe she had just asked her giant stepbrother to wash her. Just a few minutes ago she was terrified; even wet herself when he tried to pick her up. Now she was feeling aroused and getting more aroused by the second. Roger's touch on her back sent tiny bolts of pleasure through her. As she looked up at him, she cupped her breasts and began kneading them, squeezing the small mounds and gently teasing her nipples. She pinched them and pulled them, tossing her head back. She looked Roger in the eye and bit her bottom lip, desire replacing all other emotions. She no longer cared she was a foot tall, naked, and in a sink. She only knew she wanted to be satisfied. And Roger needed to do it now.

He squirted a bit of soap on his finger tip and began to rub it on Melissa's back. She oohhed and aahhed, making him even harder. He tried to think of anything but his tiny, naked stepsister. He was completely caught off guard when Melissa rolled over in the water, her chest against his finger. She grabbed it and hugged it, rubbing it between her breasts. Roger could feel one hard nipple then the other, pressing against his finger tip. Melissa slid her body further up his finger, pressing her breasts together on either side of
the large digit. Roger could only watch in astonishment as his doll-sized stepsister mounted his finger. She sat up, the tip held firmly between her thighs. The water only came up to her waist so Roger was treated to a view of the tiny woman fondling her breasts. She was sliding her hips along his submerged finger, her tiny womanhood rubbing against it. Her eyes were closed and her face was etched in pleasure. She began panting and fell forward, hugging his finger as she began to hump his fingertip. She moaned loudly and called out something Roger could not hear. He watched her small breasts jiggle as she pushed herself up to take more of his finger into her. He could feel the soft flesh and soon found himself rubbing his member through his jeans. This was impossible and so unlike Melissa! She was tiny and making love to his finger. He pulled his hand away from his crotch, unsure what to do until Melissa gave a loud cry. Her tiny body stiffened straight up and her thighs clenched his finger in a death grip. Her head was thrown back and she was shaking.

'Did she just orgasm on my finger?' Roger thought to himself, totally bewildered.  She looked up at him, a ferocious look in her eyes, but she did not seem to see him. Her look
was elsewhere, a look of total lust. She gripped his finger and began to grind against it again, rolling her head and moaning loudly. She gnashed her teeth together, licking her lips at her giant stepbrother. Roger felt his pants at the near breaking point; his manhood had gotten so hard. She slid back and forth on his finger, her toned thighs grasping and holding it. He could swear he heard her growling as she dug her fingernails into his finger. It did not hurt, but he could feel it. Leaning forward again, she rubbed her breasts against his finger as she rocked her hips on it. She kissed the digit, licking
it and sucking on it. Roger could not believe how turned on he had become. He always thought Melissa was pretty, but he did not know how sexy she could be. He began to rub his crotch again when Melissa sat back up, squeezing the finger once again with her thighs. She called out something and Roger definitely heard his name in the exclamation. Her slim, firm tiny body was shaking until she stopped and collapsed, falling forward onto his finger. She began to slide back into the water. Roger leaned down and could see she had a huge smile on her face. She had passed out.

He gently lifted her out of the water and laid her on a small hand towel. He rolled it over her and dried her off. She did not stir and slept in what Roger could only describe as a blissful stupor. He tried to wrap the napkin around her again, but eventually gave up and draped it over her. He felt his erection finally beginning to subside, though he was still feeling aroused. Steadying himself, he carried Melissa back out to the dining room and
carefully laid her at the feet of Shelly and Lori. They looked at her then up at Roger. He was blushing crimson.

"Did you break her?" Shelly asked, half joking. She knelt and saw Melissa was merely sleeping. She grinned to herself when she saw the satisfied smile on her sister's face. She had drunk the most wine, so it made sense to Shelly it would affect her first and hardest. Shelly was used to the powder and was able to control herself better. She wondered when Lori would finally succumb.

"What happened to her?" Lori asked, looking up at Roger. Shelly had a very good idea but wanted to hear what Roger said. Roger looked around the room before answering, obviously embarrassed.

 "I, um, sort of scared her when I picked her up. Which reminds me, I have to clean your couch, Shell." Roger tried to change the subject, but the girls were not going to let him off that easily.

"After that." Shelly said, enjoying watching her giant stepbrother fumble for words. "We saw her squirming as you carried her to the bathroom." Roger looked down at the tiny women.

"Well, I sort of, um, ran her a bath in the sink and she got clean." Roger said, giving a nervous laugh.  The girls looked at him dubiously.

"Must have been a heckuva bath to knock her out." Shelly smirked.

"She, um, well, really seemed to, uh, enjoy it." He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Shelly barely stifled a giggle. Both girls just looked at him a few moments of silence and Roger cracked.

"Okay, she was really scared then, for some reason got really, well, horny. She asked me to wash her and then she..." he paused and thought for a moment. He looked at his finger, feeling his arousal rising again. "She made love to my finger." He blurted. Both girls stared at him then at the sleeping Melissa. Lori looked back up at him.

"She made love to it? Or did you help her?" Lori asked. Her arms were crossed over her
chest. Roger became instantly flustered.

"It wasn't like that! I was rubbing her back and she got a weird look in her eye. Next thing I knew she was humping my finger like a porn star on Friday!" He exclaimed. He was red as a beet.

"So your big bad stepsister raped your finger?" Shelly said, trying to sound like she did not believe him. She remembered the first time she used the powder and how sexually stimulated she became. To this day it was some of the best sex she had ever had.

"No! She was sitting there in the water all sad and I was rubbing her back. I told her I would take care of the three of you until you grew back to normal. She looked at me funny and asked me to wash her. I soaped up her back and Bam!" Roger said, almost in one breath.

"Bam?" Shelly asked. Roger nodded. Shelly could see Lori beginning to squirm, crossing her legs at the ankles and bending a bit at the waist. The powder's secondary effect was kicking in.

"Bam! She was all over my finger like it was someone she hadn't seen for years!" Roger said, getting himself under control. Most of himself anyway. He now felt his pants straining to against his hard on. This was not missed by Shelly. Both were surprised by Lori's next words.

"Show me." Lori said, breathlessly.