Additional Addisons

The scents of exhaust, spicy food, old cigars, motor oil, grilled salmon, and marijuana filled the air on this particular avenue of Norfolk. It was threatening to rain, but the deluge hadn't quite arrived yet, and the sky behind the approaching thunderstorm was turning dusky orange. The street was filled with pedestrians, people dressed in every wild way you could imagine; some wore real clothes, some wore holo, some were in almost nothing at all.

The faux-cobblestones were uncomfortable under my blue flats, so I found a bench to sit down on as I prepared to talk myself out of my course of action again. The bench was in front of a handful of bistros that were definitely contributing to the weed-smoke smell that locally drowned out the tinge of smog which permeated the whole city.

Next to me was a young couple - she looked a bit older than him - locked in a blatant display of public affection; she was sitting on his lap and all but grinding herself on his obviously hard cock through his jeans, while he was holding a breast through her blouse and kissing her with the finesse of a dog given a t-bone steak.

Yeah, the Free Cities were definitely 'free' in 2155. Free association, free trade, and free love. Free to die from the pollution, too, but let's not get into that. Don't want to sound like a bubble snob... and I myself was in no danger, at least. This wasn't the first time I had been to one of the Free Cities, there had been numerous business trips over the years to others - but definitely the first time I'd ventured out on my own, into the parts of town favored by the locals in their off hours; not the bubble-lite places toward downtown.

This particular street was famous for a few things, but also for my destination - it was called 'Sappho', a lesbian lounge-bar with an Ancient Greece theme. Sometimes, at least. The concierge had said it wasn't a full-on roleplay place, those tended not to last anyway.

Supposedly it was the most tasteful lesbian place in the area, and it had been recommended to me by a former lover. It was across the street from me now, the entrance below a flight of stairs where it sat in the basement of an art gallery storefront in white brick. Two fake columns sat on either side of Sappho's door, with a banner over them heralding the name in faux-Greek lettering.

I still wasn't sure if I was one. A lesbian, I mean. Ever since I retired I'd been... playing around more, I guess. Trying new things, testing desires I'd never acted on when I was too busy to have a life. You'd think at 43 that my sex drive would be tapering off, but instead it burned hotter than ever, and the more I played with other girls the more I wanted them. Was it just some passing fancy, like a new hobby I'd eventually discard - or was I breathing life into a desire I'd been ignoring all along?

Maybe that was why I'd found myself returning to the idea of coming here over and over, until - just this afternoon, lying in my hotel bed for an hour, I'd finally said 'fuck it', and squeezed into the tight dark blue cocktail dress that was the only sexy outfit I'd brought; it worked great for picking up both men and women in New York, but who knew about here. I had glanced at the mirror before heading out.

I didn't have to say that I looked great for my age - everyone else said it for me; I was practically bombarded with it on a daily basis. People had trouble putting an age to my face, and two decades of healthy eating and constant exercise kept my slim figure nearly as tight as it had been in college. Most people thought I was just rich enough to afford tailored enzymes, but the truth was I'd never touched the stuff.

My hazel eyes and smooth, light skin got comments too, as well as my simple, straight chestnut hair that I let just long enough to go past my shoulders. I had worn it straight down today, with only one hairpin featuring a little red flower at the tip; no other jewelry. Every fashion consultant I'd seen had said: go for snug fits and understatement. You want them looking at your face and body, because you definitely have something to show there. All reasons the Bureau had wanted my DNA, I guess... aside from the big one.

I pretended to check my holo as the couple next to me continued to make out. It didn't faze me; sure, I'd have also liked a strong young man to make out with right then, but I'd come here to find girls. Or so I told myself. Maybe I ought to just call it, I thought; go find the more normal kind of bar with some hunky man in it, waiting to occupy my bed tonight. I flicked through a half-dozen screens on my holo with a bored finger, even loading up a solitaire game as the sun set and the couple moved on, probably to somewhere private so they could fuck like rabbits.

I imagined his cock entering her wet pussy, pumping away until he creamed inside her. He didn't have to worry about kids, none of them did in the Free Cities - thanks, Bureau - so he knew the whole time they were making out that sooner or later he would pump a full load into her willing and unprotected sex.

It was appealing to think about, but my mind kept drifting back to the thought of two pussies meeting, wetness intermingling, tongues exploring soaked folds, fingers seeking another woman's pussy, stiff-nippled breasts cupped by warm feminine hands... the taste and sound of another girl cumming hard in my arms, spasming against me and flooding my tongue with her joy-

I shook my head, adjusting how I sat briefly - before I could soak through my panties. I really had to get a hold of myself. Early retirement had put a spell on me, and it was like all those spare brain-cycles that used to be focused on my business now had re-allotted themselves entirely toward picturing more and more lesbian sex.

Maybe I should have started another company, instead of taking so much time to myself to travel and all this 'finding myself' bullshit? All I seemed to want to find was pussy. Maybe my new casual idleness had simply turned me into a pervert.

I saw some women going into Sappho - one was even wearing a toga! I didn't have a toga, did you need one? The other one went in without one... frowning, I tried to convince myself to leave, not wanting to bother checking the toga thing on my holo. If I did that, I might see something that would convince me to go inside.

I looked up and down the block, at the people coming and going; it wasn't dark yet, but the work day was letting out and the crowd of wildly dressed and undressed Freebies was getting busier as people walked about and sat down together at bistros, restaurants, and went into stores.

Who knew what diseases I could catch even if I hit it off with someone? It was a Free City, after all. They might not let me back into New York if I caught something nasty enough, and then where would I be? So many people said that was a bullshit reputation, though. Hmm... I'd also never been to somewhere that even the people in a Free City might consider wild... what if there was a bar fight, or I was kidnapped, or...

I stood up and found myself walking over the cobblestones, smiling at the tall, strong-and-supple-looking woman in a long red-gold and entirely un-seasonable doorman's coat and cap, who was now standing in front of the door of Sappho. I asked her a few basic questions, trying not to come off as the wide-eyed, innocent tourist I knew she had me pegged as within seconds. My few questions soon were more than a few.

Yes, this is the only public entrance, there's three others for fire escape though. No, it's not Toga Night, there's no special outfits required to enter - though they're always welcome. Special event, a band is playing tonight. Tornado Warning. That was the band name, not an actual... you get it.

They're an Aussie band on tour, moving up the whole East Coast - minus the Bubble Cities of course - trying to get their name out overseas, the Graceful Five. Just be advised, the content is, um, not appropriate for children. Ah, every drink came with a free serving of grapes. No cover fee tonight - yay. The doorman herself kept a strict limit on people inside, so it would never feel crowded - so don't feel flustered, we want everyone to feel safe and comfortable... come on inside, you pretty thing...

Her large hand found the small of my back and she showed me in. There was a large open space filled with inset tables and couches in the floor, graded downward slightly and all facing the podium so everyone could see toward a central agora-cum-dancefloor - an open space the size of a two-car garage. The walls behind the columns and the ceiling were dark, with little pinpoints of light to simulate stars.

On the far right was the bar, made of stone and columns with ivy and gold filigree wrapping about it; the bartender area was recessed into the ground and surrounded by countless plush cushions, so you would lie down at the barside rather than sit. The whole left wall was a glass waterfall except for a single portal to the restroom. No men's room here, obviously.

All about the greater lounge were several plush chairs and other piles of cushions, many obviously meant for two or more. Most of them could be moved about, and some clearly already had been; a few groups and couples were gathering in quiet corners, pouring drinks and sharing grape. Some were pressed together quite intimately. A lot of spots and chairs were free.

Bartenders and servers were around, all women and visible by their pink and white togas. The lighting was dark and I could smell a few people puffing on weed... but it was a very soft, welcoming and relaxed environment. Not at all the wildness I'd somehow expected. I'd been to a few lesbian bars in other Free Cities that were barely contained pandemonium, and this seemed much more my style.

The women there were all dressed for a night out, though that definition clearly varied enormously from woman to woman. A few of the younger ones were dressed something like the band on the podium - in skin-tight colorful outfits and sporting spiky jewelry or leather, likely doing enzymes at entirely too young an age, for them all to have those huge-boobed and shapely figures... unless I had just happened upon some kind of lesbian cheerleader convention. They were mostly in their own groups; I let them be.

Others were in cocktail dresses, some in pants or jeans, or had come straight from their jobs in business casual - pantsuits and blouses, some pencil skirts. I saw at least one other couple both in cocktail dresses, and felt a little relieved that I didn't look too out of place. A few of the patrons actually wore togas too, probably locals who came here a lot; most weren't the type I'd like to see in revealing clothing, but there were some exceptions.

That one over there, the tall woman in the green velvet toga, had canteloupe-sized boobs that could each fill both my hands, threatening to slip out of her dress at any time... my eye kept drifting back to her, hoping it would happen - what was wrong with me! - but it never did.

I'd come here alone, and obviously didn't know anyone. The band was just playing their first set, four of them - a singer, bass, guitar, and drummer. The band was mostly in black studded leather and those new skinsuits people wear now, perfectly skin-tight and brightly colored in stripes, stars, other wild patterns... oh no, the otherwise handsome drummer boy had an actual elf cap on. Really?

They were way too haute couture for me - they looked like leprechaun bikers - but I decided to hear them play before judging too much. The lead singer looked pretty cute, but it was hard to get a good look at her from this angle. I paid little attention to them in the meantime, knowing that if I was going to meet the one-night-stand of my dreams on my first night to myself in a Free City, that the first order of business was a drink or three.

I plopped down at the bar and asked for a Long Island, ignoring the crazy prices - I had the money - and found myself lying next to an older couple at the barside, well into their fifties. Two rip-roaring grandmas in gold-chased togas, occasionally sharing a giggle at someone or other's inept advances on another woman at the bar, or bemoaning the awful fashion sense of these or those girls.

They offered me grapes, and me them - they told me it's how you're supposed to introduce yourself at Sappho - and talked about something for a time as the band warmed up, mostly business stuff. They'd been in a similar industry, and gave me their cards for references. I assured them that I was retired, but I'd pass it along to the new boss at my old company. They seemed to want inroads to New York. Unlikely to work... but I couldn't fault them for trying. The politics may change, who knows.

The band was in full swing a few minutes later, too loud now for quiet conversation. I watched them play for a time, the lead singer crooning out something soft and low at first, until I put together the story she was telling and realize it was purely sexual - oh wow, I realized as she went on. I'd thought from the band name that they would be just something more of an old-metal sound, not... this wasn't a love song, it was a straight-up lust song - and she'd written it to be sung to a couple.

I slinked over to another free pile of cushion toward the back of the lounge, letting myself fall onto my front upon it, facing the band from higher above and far away. I waved my feet about in the air for a few moments as I settled in, trying not to let my panties soak through at the images she pained in the music.

The girl she pined for had breasts larger than hers, and their three bodies were between the sheets... the girl's nipple in her mouth, pumping his cock in one hand while she tasted the girl's nectar with the other... how did she even weave all this together with the music so well? It was more a sexual ballad than a normal song. Was it only me getting this hot from - oh, no, those two there are all but fucking right on their couch, hands sneaking into each others' panties and all.

Finally I gave up on total self-denial and stood up, joining the crowd in the agora before them. Something about the lead singer's voice called to me, and I wanted to get a closer look at her. Pressed tightly between dancing and flailing lesbians of all stripes, my stiff nipples were hidden by my bra but still got harder every time I brushed against some other nubile woman on the floor. There was no sense trying not to let my panties soak through now... and from what came to my nose on the floor, I wasn't the only one.

Some were dancing, some were badly dancing, some cavorting, some trying to make out while doing all of the above. I tried dancing with a false blonde, probably in her thirties, but she must have been an item with a butch type with a shaved head - who soon took her by the shoulder and stole her back with a thin smile toward me. The two stopped any pretense of dancing and made out in the middle of the floor to several surrounding cheers. I frowned, slinking away to dance briefly with a few others, but none stuck with me.

A bit saddened by my lack of luck here - I really liked the place too - I focused more and more on the lead singer as they went into their fifth set. I was drawn in by her young, energetic beauty and vigor; I found my eyes fixating first on her wild multi-colored spiky hair, then her slim, tattoo-covered figure, the small breasts like mine that jiggled only a little, bra-less, under her silly outfit, those piercing hazel eyes so much like mine... her face, her lips... our eyes met for the briefest moment, and she skipped a word of the song as she, too, had to have seen it.

Oh, fuck me. Fuck fuck fuck!! Before I could think I was bolting. The crowd must have noticed too, as a few looked toward me and the band as I left - but the music resumed an instant later, only off-key for a few moments more.

I squeezed back through the press of female bodies in front of them, heading back to the bar and plopping back down into a stiff imitation of just another relaxed lesbian at the bar, facing away from the band and immediately focusing entirely on the second drink I ordered just then - and still reeling with not only the recognition, but the heat I'd felt in my pussy both before and after realizing she was one of my clones.

She had to be. Keeping a fake smile printed over my face was having some weird effect on my mood as I thought about my singing clone. They'd said I'd almost certainly never meet any of them; most countries still didn't let them travel! Wait, did this mean I also had a good singing voice? I thought they were all in Europe and Australia... what was wrong with me? Did I look that hot when I was her age? Of course I did, I mean... argh! Why couldn't I make the heat between my legs go out now?

I sipped at my drink, chiding myself. This was like a mother lusting after her own daughter. Really, I ought to just bail from the place and find myself a meaningless encounter through one of those holo apps. They had pretty good matching software now, but there was still an emptiness to it that I'd never come to like. I'd been hoping for a little more than that, but I'd have to settle for just another sex agreement. I needed to get my mind off the mother-daughter incest fantasy that was already creeping into my thoughts.

Well, technically, my oft-disused scientific mind corrected - your clones are your twin sisters, just younger. So it's sibling lust, not mother-daughter. Not entirely unnatural, and you yourself said you're turning into a pervert.

And that makes it okay? She's still young enough to be my daughter!

Well, depends on who you ask, said my lab-coated imaginary self. Bureau says no no no, definitely not allowed - in fact, they didn't even like clones having passing conversations with each other. It had been a Supreme Court case before clones were even allowed to travel outside the city of their birth.

Bubble folks weren't likely to approve either, unless they stood to make money on it. It was different in Asia, I heard, but it depended on what part. Free City people... well, with those clowns anything goes, but is that any standard to go by?

Well, I am in a Free City right now... when in Rome or whatever...

I shook my head again, shocked at my own lack of inhibitions suddenly. This wasn't who I was. I was just out of my head, a bisexual nymphomaniac who hadn't gotten any in a few weeks and had never seen any of her clones before; surely, I was just in a weird place mentally. The Bureau had only said I'd probably never run into any clones... but that was before that big case though. I recalled reading that it was much more likely nowadays.

Come to think of it, I never even asked the Bureau how many others of me were out there. I'd been in to donate... must have been fifty or sixty times?

I was about to roll off the cushion pile and pick up my holo to leave when I stopped - and found another woman plopping down on the cushions next to me, at the barside. I blinked, now confused as hell - looking over at the band, then back at her.

There were three of me in here?

She was clearly another whole individual; she didn't have the tattoos or the crazy hair. She did have her hair pico-dyed in a deep red, down to the roots, though; it was actually a nice look, I'd never tried coloring mine. It complemented our - her - light skin well. Was it just the more mature look she had, or was she actually older than the band girl? She was, obviously, another clone of me. What were the chances that I'd run into two in the same place? Moreover, what were the chances they didn't already know about each other...

"Hi..." She smiled, belatedly offering me a grape as she practically shouted over the music. "I'm Alissa. Alissa Thorpe. You?"

I could hear the British accent in her words. It was surreal, hearing this copy of myself speak so naturally in an accent I could only badly feign. She was actually in costume, a pure white toga - she obviously didn't work here, wrong color - that bared her slim shoulder and the hint of the top of one small breast. She wore no bra with it, and I found my eye drifted to the hem of it along the top, seeing part of her boob for an instant before I snapped my eyes back to her face.
"Addison Sinclair." I answered automatically. The band had quieted down a bit, so I didn't have to shout myself hoarse to talk to her. "I... forgive me. I'd never met any, um, of you before."

"Of you..." She peered at me.

"I'm sorry!" I waved my hands, hoping she wasn't insulted. "I didn't mean - I mean, any like, umm, you, I mean me-"

"No, no..." She waved a hand, placating me. "... I didn't mean it like that. I mean, most people would say 'any others' in this situation, right?" She smiled, then brightened. "Unless..." She covered her mouth with one hand in realization. "Are you... the original?"

"I-" I blinked. This was so confusing - even just from talking to... my own younger self. Why hadn't my fucking pussy stopped being on fire, either? They had a pill that could kill a man's sex drive for a day now, but us women still got to soak in our own juices when we met somebody that turned us on... whether or not it was appropriate. My feet still waved an erratic pattern in the air. "The Bureau doesn't even tell you my name?"

She suddenly brightened, inching closer. "Oh wow! And no, they tell us nothing at all about the donor parent!" She shook her head. "I can't believe it's you! It has to be though, I see it now. And yeah, it's the law. Knowing anything about you could influence our upbringing, make us think there's somebody else we were 'supposed to be', or have to live up to, or whatever." A shrug of her bare shoulder, my eye snapping back to her face. "So it's you. Our genetic mother. Sister. Whatever."

"You said 'our'..." I glanced back at the band.

"Yep. I came here with Anne." She nodded back toward them. Anne was slowly crooning out another sexual ballad, this time about one woman she lusted after but who was far away. She was trying to convince the other woman to return by telling her what things she would do to her... or was she relating some kind of holo sex thing?

"Anne is her name, huh..." I blinked, turning back to Alissa. "What's with the letter A?"

"It's a Bureau thing, almost like a running joke. They give all your clones names with the same first letter as yours. They're still doing it, as far as I know." She shrugged. "The parents are allowed the change the name after they get the baby, but most don't. They used to not name them, but they did some study and found that naming a kid makes people I think forty percent more likely to decide to adopt."

I had had no idea. I looked back at the band, listening to them play for a while. How had I stayed so clueless for so long, on something so important? I returned my attention to Alissa, who - had she crept a bit closer still? I normally got uncomfortable by this point, but somehow I was just... at ease. Alissa was so beautiful and soothing, even her strangely familiar yet foreign voice.

She was running a finger around the rim of my glass. "I travel a lot with the band. It's an easy excuse to do sales calls, anyway." She smiled. Why did I love her English accent so much? "Let me get you another drink. I think we both owe you... basically anything you want, anyway."

Before I could interject - surely she couldn't be that well-off at her age - she'd already ordered another for me. The pink-and-white toga-clad bartender woman - who otherwise looked decidedly non-Greek with her Asian features, short straight hair, and dragon tattoos on her arms - was soon in front of us, mixing me another Long Island... my third... and making a loud comment over the music about how good it was that Alissa could convince her big sister to accept her lifestyle like this.

Alissa gave me a knowing smile as she pushed the drink toward me, letting the bartender slip away to some other couple who wanted beers.

"You don't owe me anything." I frowned as I took it, taking a sip. I needed to slow down. My heart was still racing and my pussy - ignore my fucking pussy and nipples, okay Addison? "I got paid well enough by the Bureau for years."

"Really?" She seemed interested. "I thought they only paid a few quid per donation."

I shook my head. "No, no, there's this grade system they try to keep off the public radar, they don't want most people thinking their DNA doesn't make the grade or whatever. They give the standard fifteen credits most everyone would get for donating - basically anyone who's not sick or already a clone - but most of those donations just sit in cold storage."

I took another sip before continuing. "The overwhelming majority of clones in the last thirty years come from a tiny handful of people with DNA that's Class E or Class S. I'm..." - I paused, taking another sip, trying not to sound like the hugely pompous bitch I always heard myself as when I said this - "... in Class S8."

She nodded, intrigued. "Wow. They don't tell any of us about this side of it. How high does it go?" So weird to hear my own young face talk in a different accent... but so entrancing...

I pursed my lips, giving her another smile. "Up to S8... actually." I shrugged. "So I'm - you're - super resistant to all carcinogen classes, which is the number one thing they look for. Those are the people that go into Class E and S. The numbers that go after it are mostly about appearances and other health concerns - which, let's be honest, all the parents who get a choice will always choose for their kid to look good and be healthy, so..."

She was ever closer now, a scant four or five inches from my face; I took in her smooth and young features, and the gentle shape of her skinny frame. I tried not to let it show too much when I let my eyes snap back to her face, and shrugged again as if I hadn't awkwardly paused. "They paid top dollar for my donations. It got me through college, and with a big savings account after that." I frowned. "They up and stopped wanting my donations about five years ago though. Turned me away at the door."

"Hmm." She seemed suddenly disinterested in the DNA talk after that last bit. "So I think I'm way past the point where knowing anything about you would fuck up my childhood. I want to know. Tell me about Addison Sinclair. Any brothers or sisters still around? Parents?"

"Ah... no." I gave her the same caring smile I always did when anyone else asked. "I was an only child, and my parents are gone. It was the Big Wave, actually."

"Oh no. An only child too." She nodded, saying it in an odd tone - as if that explained something. "I'm so sorry." Alissa's hand suddenly covered mine; exact copies, save for the few more age lines on my own joints. She wore a simple silver ring on one finger, and I wore no jewelry. Her fingers knitted with my own in an oddly personal way. "I didn't mean to-"

I shook my head. "I was six. To be honest, I barely remember them. I was raised by my aunts and uncles."

"But the Big Wave didn't get you..."

I shook my head again. "No, they had sent me to this special camp for shitty children the day before. It was in the mountains. The wave only came up to-"

"A camp for shitty children?!" She interrupted with a loud laugh, unable to help herself; her English accent not at all the stiff thing I'd come to expect. Why did it affect me like that?

I nodded sagely. "Yeah... I was kind of a brat. A terrible brat... a monster, really. Stole everything that wasn't nailed down, vandalized what I couldn't... bullying, lying... you know how there's that one kid in every class that teaches all the others what all the curse words are, how to do and get away with bad stuff? The one the other kids' parents all complain to the teachers about? That was me. The bad influence."

She had burst out laughing during the description. "Oh my god! I never would have guessed!"

"Were you... not like that?" I somehow thought they'd all have been.

"No! No, I wasn't at all - neither was Anne, even!" She nodded back toward the band, which was wrapping up their last set. "I was the perfect little girl scout, and Anne only kind of went wild in high school. Even then, half of it is an act for the band."

I blinked, letting her laugh to herself for a time, my eyes occasionally wandering to the hem of her toga again; trying to get a glimpse of what I knew was a breast I'd seen in the mirror thousands of times in my own youth, yet inexplicably was so enticing to me.

Maybe somehow I'd just thought that all the copies of me out there were just like younger versions of me, out doing the same things I'd done earlier in life but in slightly different places, with slightly different people. Or maybe I hadn't really thought about it at all? It occurred to me that it was a bit strange how little consideration I'd put into the fact that I was the clone mother of however many Addisons out there.

Or not-Addisons. That might be a bit rude, now that I thought of it, to project even my name onto them. What was the protocol when you were talking to your clone daughters, raised separately from you your whole life?

"So you two know each other pretty well, then?" I nodded back toward the band. She was singing something about cocks now. Just cocks. It was had a refreshing pop beat, but with a sarcastic twist. More were just straight-up dancing to it than making out, though a few were still doing just that in the lounge area. Why they'd chosen that subject to sing about in a lesbian bar, I couldn't understand - yet oddly it seemed the most catchy and popular tune so far.

"Oh yeah. We ran into each other a few years back when I flew over to Australia, right out of college. It was the week after Adego vs. Bureau and I'd always dreamed of going to see the Outback." She waved a hand. "Still do, actually. I stopped in this little bar in Sydney to see some band play before I had planned to drive out into the desert the next day. Ended up seeing Anne play and... well, not going to see the Outback!" She laughed, moving on a little too quickly. "Anyway, we've been travelling together ever since. Roommates, ah, sort of."

"Roommates, huh..." That didn't make much sense, if they had different jobs that had them traveling, but I let it drop. People often had weird living arrangements these days, especially in the Free Cities.

"Oh, that's Anne wrapping up. Let's go up to the stage and meet her." Suddenly I was being pulled up by Alissa, and following along with what had to be a bewildered expression. The band was finishing up, yes, but I hadn't seen this Anne make any gesture to us.

Soon we were standing at the edge of the podium, Alissa's warm hand still around my arm and her side pressed to mine - my, it felt good for a soft breast to be pressed to mine again... and was that her stiff nipple under the hem of-

Anne had finished singing, and smiled at us - not missing a beat this time. She crouched at the edge of the stage, her face inches from mine all of a sudden.

"Annie!" Alissa shouted, beckoning her clone-sibling up close. "Our Source! It's really her! It's our DNA-mom!"

She smiled at me, with an oddly knowing look. She reached out her hand to me, and I took it - and an instant later I was suddenly being hauled onto the stage in front of everyone. The lights were so much brighter than they looked from below, and it was hot! The women and man of the band were visibly sweating, so was Anne, and she was standing so close...

"Thank you Norfolk!" She said it loud into the microphone, and I had to cover one ear. Her Aussie accent was a little overdone, probably for the crowd, but it was appealing. "We're about done for tonight, and are going to turn it over to Mistress Doombox on the tables. There's something I have to share first, though." Her hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. "Someone I'm meeting for the first time tonight. This is my genetic mother..." She trailed off, looking at me but with the mic still close. "... I actually don't know your name."

The crowd laughed, and I found myself turning bright red. Alissa was shouting something from the crowd - probably my name - but neither of us could hear it. I'd never been good with crowds, it had been my one weakness in the business world - but this, now, when I was already feeling so out of my element? I'd only started fooling around with other girls last year!

"I - um - hi - I'm Addison Sinclair - ummmm..." I knew I was turning even more crimson, but I couldn't help myself. Why the hell did I use my last name to introduce myself to a bunch of strangers! I felt like hiding underneath the fake stones of the podium. I was opening my mouth to say something when I felt a hand on the back of my head, turning my face toward Anne, whose face was suddenly larger...

My wide-open mouth met hers in a full-on lovers' kiss, one I instinctively tried to back away from - but her grip was strong. There was a silence in the room as Anne's tongue found mine, practically invading my mouth, and I felt - despite all my intentions - my resistance melting even as my face turned every remaining shade of red. She was so full of energy and power; I had a weakness for men like her, but now meeting a woman - I couldn't even pretend my pussy wasn't dripping. She was my fucking clone, though! What was wrong with me!

A few cheers and hollers became many, along with plenty of laughs - and the crowd went wild with our forbidden kiss. Yep, Free City. Our mouths parted, my lips still warm and my mind still dizzy with confusion and heat - and I heard her whispering quietly to me after as she pulled the mike away. "Sorry. Couldn't resist. I promise no more... without asking. Stay with us and shoot the shit for a while? On me." She flashed an irrepressible smile, but my face wouldn't stop burning.

"I..." I had no words, only heaving breaths and the thundering sound of my heart in my ears. How did two younger girls do this to me? I was supposed to be the mature one here. Still, I couldn't resist her brilliant energy, and nodded at the invitation - against all good judgment too - but it probably had more to do with my eagerness to get off the stage at all costs.

I was led away, still holding hands with Anne, and then I felt a warmth on my left - Alissa taking my hand, our drinks in her own left. They led me together to a lounge couch toward the back, with heavy cushions and recessed into the ground.

Like the others along the back row, it had a curtain mounted in the ceiling which could pull shut. It was meant for two, but the other girls plopped down on either side of me - quite close, nearly touching. We left the curtain open. Alissa handed us our drinks, then a third came shortly after for Anne - a whiskey sour, complete with grapes for three.

"Here we go. Say 'aaah.'" Anne was holding out a grape to me, her brazen Aussie accent thrilling to me, especially after Alissa's clipped English accent - like two flavors of dessert right next to each other. I reluctantly opened my mouth and she placed the grape gently on my tongue, touching the end of it with her fingertip as I closed my lips over the little morsel. It was sweet, juicy and plump, popping between my teeth.

She did the same for Alissa, lingering a bit longer with the touch on the tongue, then popped one in her own mouth before taking a long drink and letting out a powerful sigh of contentment - her sweat was clearly soaking through her colorful outfit, and seeping into the cushions.

"Fucking great work tonight, Annie." Alissa nodded to her, her British tone very distinct - yet both girls had fundamentally the same voice... so did I, for that matter. Was it as strange for them too? Alissa looked at me. "What you think?"

"It... uhh... wow." I thought back to the powerful, sexual, and downright erotic images she painted in her music. "I never heard anything like that before, not live. It's really strong stuff. If you could bottle and sell it..."

Anne nodded. "Heh. You nearly made me forget the whole damn rest of that tune there!"

"Oh, sorry..." I smiled. "Didn't mean to." She waved a hand back in response, still drinking. "Um, so I'm Addison, and-"

"So she's the genuine and original, Annie." Alissa was poking up over my side, talking to her clone-sibling. "The first of us all."

"Yeah..." Anne had turned back to me. "What are the chances? Hey, do you have any brothers or sist-"

"She doesn't." Alissa answered for me, sounding oddly disappointed. Why was that so important?

Anne downed more of her drink one gulp as some slow-beating electronic dance stuff came from the DJ holo which was floating in front of the podium at the moment. For a moment I was lost in the chaos of her hair; the sides were buzz-cut short, colored into two rainbows, and the top was a limp mohawk of sorts, made out of spikes that stuck up high but still laid down near her neck at the tips. Each spike was a unique color... that had to be hell and a half to maintain.

We talked for an hour, half of it being Alissa covering what I'd already told her - related in an excited tone, and constantly asking me to expound on this thing or that about my whole life story. They seemed to find the most mundane things about me fascinating - workout routines, my favorite foods, when I'd known I was interested in other girls... which I sort of clumsily dodged.

I told them briefly about my career - exchange commissions - and the company I'd founded and eventually sold. I didn't have to work anymore, though I was kicking around the idea of starting a second company next year, when the contract forbidding me from doing it terminated.

"Sounds a bit boring. Stay retired, play around, have fun and fuck a lot. You earned it." Anne lifted her drink.

I shrugged. "The money isn't coming in from the Bureau like it used to. If I make it to ninety or a hundred, which the Bureau says I probably will, I might have to live cheaper than I like." I shrugged. I mean, I wouldn't be starving either way, but still...

Alissa smirked. "I wonder if the Bureau never told you why they stopped wanting your DNA."

"Huh?" I turned to her. "No, they never said. Just turned me away when I went back every time." I frowned. "Why would they tell you, but not me?"

"Wellll..." Anne had the same smile now too. "They didn't tell us exactly..." She bit her lip, and looked at Alissa. "Annie and I ourselves are actually a bit of the reason why." She paused. "Not so much a bit, probably more like 'all of it', but we weren't the only ones."

"What?" I turned, between the two of them. "Is there something wrong?"

Anne smiled wider. "Depends on who you ask. You didn't tell her? We should tell her." She held her drink up to Alissa, then to me. "Tell her."

"Bollocks to that. Let's show her." Alissa was crawling up over me, resting her hand on my side - tantalizingly close to my breast, and leaning toward Anne.

Their two faces approached closer, and as my mouth dropped wide open the two of them kissed - deeply and softly, their tongues dancing. Alissa was leaning much further toward Anne, who had barely moved, and the heat from Alissa's body over me was setting me on fire too. Anne's hand came up behind Alissa's head, the two awkwardly staying in position with Alissa all but laying atop me.

How did my fantasy creep into reality like this? It wasn't even a fantasy I knew I had until tonight. The moment I saw their lips meet, I felt something click inside me, bringing to life a desire that was already searing hot. I wanted to be a part of it, this forbidden passion. I needed to fuck, and be fucked by, these young copies of myself that talked and acted so differently yet we all seemed to share a similar need.

I was breathing heavily to myself by the time their kiss broke, but it wasn't the same as the sneaked kiss on the stage. I wasn't feeling my heart pound out of nervousness or shame now - it was a pure, unadulterated need. These two sexy chicks might have been physical copies of me, but they were so clearly independent and very different from me... I wanted to explore every part of that, find out every tiny difference and similarity between us. The thoughts of exactly which taboos I'd be breaking were long since in the dust.
"Oh... she's got the spell on her too. Same as us. I can tell." Anne smiled, wiping a bit of Alissa's lipstick off on her sleeve then taking another drink as she continued grinning at me. "Looks like we got it from her after all."

Alissa's voice was close to my ear, her hand running along my side. "The reason the Bureau stopped cloning you - us - was simple. It isn't just Anne and I that are... close. At least a quarter of your other clones who meet each other end up sleeping together, usually not long after they meet to boot. It's practically magnetic."

Anne nodded, that strange twang in my... I mean her voice. "Explains why they didn't know beforehand. You being an orphaned only child, I mean. Still, they had to have shut down your cloning process as soon as they found out. The timing is spot on to when they caught wind of us and the others. The youngest of us is probably about five years old now, based on what you said."

I was stunned. Apparently I had a predilection to some weird kind of twin-incest, and being raised the way I was I never would have known. It didn't stop the burning inside me. With them so open about their sexuality and relationship, I found myself noticing more and more about them; the strong body language Anne used, the more subtle and submissive motions of Alissa.

Alissa's toga had slipped just a tad, showing me the edge of her small and pinkish nipple - the same shade as mine. She saw me looking over my shoulder at it, and didn't fix it - but didn't let it slip more either, instead just smiling.

"So, uh, which of you two is older?" I said, trying to sound natural.

Alissa held up a finger as she stood up, pulling closed the curtain around our booth, then came back down alongside me - now sidled up behind me, all but spooning me. "I'm 24. She's 22."

"Oh... well, I'm 43." I smiled. Funny; the dominant one is younger?

"Here's to 43... especially if we'll look like you do at 43." Alissa ran a finger along my side, tracing my skinny figure. "No jokes, look at this. People probably think you're 30."

"Most just have trouble putting an age to me, is all." I shrugged, but still loving it.

"Annie, feel this." She took Anne's hand, placing it on my hip, then sliding it up toward my stomach. "No fat on her at all. Just like both of us, right now... but her ass is all taut and shapely-like too." Anne's hand wandered, and I held unnaturally still - but Anne didn't simply grab and feel every bit like I thought she would. Maybe she'd meant what she said onstage? I would have to invite her - my own clone daughter - to take me?

Alissa plopped back down behind me, pressing her head to my neck. "So tell us about your sex life, Mommy dear. Been a lesbian all your life?"

I peered at her over my shoulder. "Mommy? I'm Mommy now?"

"I want to call you Mommy. Mommy Dearest, but Mommy for short." Alissa smirked. Submissive, but up for mischief too.

I shrugged. "Okay... you too?"

Anne shook her head. "No, I like Addison. It's an old-school name, says beauty and respect." She looked at Alissa after. "I like hearing her call you Mommy though. Wicked."

I smiled, letting it pass, then taking a long sigh and deciding not to dodge this time. "Okay... well, honestly, when I was working full-time, even when I was in relationships I somehow never had time for them. Other girls is a recent thing for me. I did marry twice, both times to men, but it didn't last either time... the best lover I had for near twenty years was battery-powered."

I took another sip, thinking back. "I had only tried another girl once, just after college, but it didn't last. Still, the thought somehow stuck in the back of my head for ages... and when I got bought out, I decided to... explore, I guess." I shrugged. "Been doing lots of exploring. Traveling around, seeing places outside the bubbles, visiting old aunts and uncles... and visiting new places... exploring new, uh, sides of myself..." I grinned.

"Yeah?" Alissa was pressed to me now, close enough that she had to smell my wetness. I'd never been this soaked. "Tell us about the new sides of yourself, Mommy."

Anne was right. Hearing her say that, while her nubile body and stiff nipples were pressed against me and her desire so obvious, really did ignite some forbidden lust within me. I wanted to think of her as my daughter as we stripped naked and explored our identical bodies, eventually caving in to our lust and grinding our matching pussies against each other's mouths.

I found a strange energy coming over me, a form of other-self-control that somehow took over despite the haze of lust clouding my thoughts. It compelled me to fall into the act she was baiting. I turned onto my back, crossing my legs and putting my arm behind her head, pulling her close to my chest, her cheek against my small boob - separated only by the thin fabric of my dress. "Well, dear, your mother has been playing with other girls a lot when she gets fidgety... I find they're just so much more sensitive to my needs."

"What kind of other girls do you like, Mommy?" Her thigh crossed over mine, exposing her leg through the toga. Her sandals were discarded off to the side, and she ran her bare feet along my calf.

"Hmm... skinny... short-ish... about my color, with long hair... I need her to have a great sex drive, she's gotta keep up... I don't really care about big boobs like so many do now, but I like if she's got a pair of sensitive ones, just like me... it's my favorite kind of foreplay."

The words kept tumbling out, and even as both girls seem to shift in place, becoming aware of my over-sharing, they both seemed thrilled to hear it. "I can lie there for an hour and just have someone play with my boobs... someone about my height, it works better that way... I, ah, kind of fantasize about meeting girls who'd be just as good lying around naked all day as they'd be up for a hard, raw fuck..."

I emphasized the last word more than intended, and slapped a hand over my mouth - but the other two were smiling. I wasn't even lying to make them feel more wanted. I realized how much this forbidden desire tied into things I'd known about myself before but never put together - I really was seeking out women that matched my own description. I'd never thought of myself as narcissistic or self-absorbed; how did this make any sense?

"Oh... well Mommy, fancy that - there's two girls meeting your exacting requirements right here..." Her hands were lightly tracing my breasts now, and she was giving me an exaggerated frown. "Two young girls who want to just whisk you away to their hotel room, where we can... help you explore, privately."

The moment was so soon? I paused, my thoughts in a whirlwind. If I did this, I'd be crossing a line I might never come back from. It was illegal, even in most of the Free Cities, though I imagined enforcement was lax to non-existent in Norfolk. Had the crowd not just cheered when Anne incestuously kissed her own sort-of-mother, just before? Would I be satisfied with just one night with these two? Well... I already knew I wouldn't want just one night... but how could I let that stop me?

I reached out with my other hand, toward Anna, who took my fingers in her mouth to clean off the droplets of condensation from my drink - then gave each a playful bite. I ran my hand along the back of Alissa's head, this time pulling her close for a kiss - and feeling Anne's kisses on my hand as she watched our lips meet. It lasted a while, far less hurried than what Anne and I had done on stage, and when it broke I knew it was done. I'd already answered her invitation.

"If that's your offer, Alissa darling... I hope that hotel isn't far." I leaned forward, taking the side of her toga in my mouth. "I won't last long until I need to do some serious... exploring."

"We're across the street." Alissa grinned, and abruptly stood up - helping me up. Anne was up an instant later, and for all her lounging-predator act, I could tell she was as hungry for this as the two of us were. A tap with the holo on the way out and I paid for everything - before the girls could argue. I doubted the two of them together had a fraction of my savings. I'm not a bubble bitch, am I? Maybe it's okay if I'm a bubble bitch when it's a good thing.

Anne led us both out - to find the street under the barrage of a torrential downpour. She shrugged, then ran out into it, crossing the now-empty street with no umbrella or EM - and Alissa tugged me along behind her, laughing. It was a pouring hard enough that even crossing the street to the hotel lobby - the single door to which was crammed between two bistros - had us walking inside together soaked from head to toe.

We laughed some more, clinging tightly together and ignoring the other guests as we hopped into the single small elevator. Anne's hair had collapsed into a wet mess of color, clinging to the sides of her head and neck, while Alissa's red locks tried to do the same. Anne and Alissa's lips met again inside, and I put my hand over the little security camera as Anne tried to press the button for the eighth floor - and missed at first.

On the sixth floor, the door opened to an older couple - their eyes went wide as they saw three women, probably they thought a mother and her two daughters, except entirely too... comfortable together, the mother kissing one daughter then the other, each full on the lips, with six hands running all over one another's bodies.

"Nice..." The woman said as the door closed - except it wasn't sarcastic. She'd actually been smiling. The man had been speechless, but then I saw the wristband he wore - yeah, he was pure Bubble Stuff. He'd likely be telling this story for weeks, to the shock and dismay of his friends. We went up two more floors and stumbled down the hallway, tugging at our soaked clothes and making out as we reached the door to Anne's suite.

Inside, it was luxurious, if a bit old - even by my standards. Faux-gold furnishings on the door and faucets, watercolored Asian-style paper dividers near some of the walls, ready to be pulled out to create privacy. A wide, simple but comfortable-looking bed dominated the center of the room, sunk into the floor, and in the corner was a shower for two - wide open to the room. A little restroom hid behind a door off to the side, with heavy oak dresser and his-and-hers (hers-and-hers?) sink set near the door.

Rose-patterned wallpaper covered the walls, the floors in hardwood and marble, and the vaulted ceiling had a small chandelier above the foot of the bed - near the little table for four. The decor was very 2120s, the height of the Third Renaissance, and had to predate the bubbles - likely furnished in a time when Norfolk had a lot more money coming through town. I didn't care if it was small; it was clean, cozy, and comfortable... exactly the place I wanted to be with these two girls.

Discarded clothes, I wasn't sure whose, were strewn about two open suitcases near the shower - it made me hot to think my two clones were basically co-habitating and making love whenever they liked.

"Unzip me, you moll." Anne had tossed aside her jacket, flinging it into a closet and revealing her body - soaked in the front and over her legs from the rain, and soaked in sweat from the show otherwise. The small line starting at the top and back of her spine ran along the outfit clinging to her, down to the small of her back. I stepped over and tapped it, spinning my thumb just so - I think that was how these worked - and saw the little flash of green light inside the fabric.

The seam suddenly loosened, the fabric which had previously clung to every inch of her skin abruptly going slack. I stepped back as she shucked it, starting from the stop, exposing her gorgeous tattooed body bit by bit. Alissa came to my side, kissing my ear and lips as my eyes never went away from Anne.

I could see only her back now, but she was topless; I'd been told you aren't supposed to wear anything at all under those skinsuits, I guess it was true. Tribal-pattern tattoos went along her arms and shoulders, but less abstract, flower-and-skeletal-themed ones went along the sides of her body and back.

A rose-covered heart was on one shoulder, a lightning bolt on the other, and words too small to make out ran along each of her ribs on her sides; at the small of her back, a little tramp stamp of two Venus symbols wrapped together, surrounded by both angel and devil wings.

Along one side of her ass, and down her left leg, there were more Celtic-tribal patterns in black, with a smattering of black stars in different sizes flowing down the right leg and opposite side of her perfect ass. The other thing was - under all those tattoos, she had a surprisingly toned body; not so much buff or built, still slim, but with more definition than I had expected. Her well-drawn tattoos rippled and shifted with each slight motion of her revealed, nude form in a way that made it impossible to look away.

I caught sight of her folds as she stepped out of each of the legs of her limp bodysuit, now discarded in a wet heap to her side as she kicked it away. She turned my heart skipped a beat as I laid eyes on her small, bare, pink-nippled breasts, each with a small metal stud through the nipple, and her perfectly hairless sex was adorned with only a single power-on symbol above her pussy.

"My turn?" Alissa said it in my ear. "My turn. This won't take long... watch me, Mommy." Alissa stepped away to strip. Anne, naked, came to my other side and replaced her - kissing the opposite side of my face and pressing her body to mine insistently. I could feel those nipple studs through my thin dress, pressing to the side of my own breast, and found my hand wandering to her perfect ass as our lips met again.

I wasn't rude enough, of course, to tear my eyes away from my other clone as she made herself nude for us. Sure enough, it didn't take long - the toga was trying to cling to her flesh, and was still dripping from the large amount of water it absorbed. One stiff nipple was clearly visible through it, and down below it tried to cling to her sex, showing the shape of her womanhood like a cheap bikini.

She pushed off the one shoulder it held onto her with, and it fell with a wet plop about her feet - suddenly exposing her bare form. Not only no bra, but no panties; heat surged inside me. She, too, was perfectly hairless below; too perfect - they'd both had it lasered away, I guess. Did these two just lead a sex-charged life in general?

"Now you, Mommy..." Alissa returned to my side, the two of them making out with both me, and each other. "We want to see you naked too."

"Okay... but I don't know if I'll look quite as good as either of you." I pushed them together, oddly relieved that they seemed no less intent on my nudity despite the warning - and letting the two bare-skinned girls find each other's bodies as I took a step back. "Good girls... now strip me." I held out my arms.

Getting undressed was more peeling than stripping; my little cocktail number was too soaked and clingy to be slipped out of the normal way. Four eager hands found the hem, just below my ass, and pulled upward in perfect sync. Inch by inch, my wet body was exposed - taut and firm, just like theirs, though not quite so youthful. As they pulled it over my head and dripping hair, I was left in only my panties and bra - and my flats, but those I kicked away in moments.

Anne kissed me again, holding my head as one hand came behind my body and easily unsnapped my bra. It was a little more doing to pull the soaked thing away from my body, but moments later my wet breasts were exposed, nipples as stiff as ever - and poking out almost identically to Anne's pierced ones.

She straddled Alissa, who was going low and hooking her thumbs through the hem of my panties, and let our breasts meet - gently pressing the nipples together. It was super-hot and oddly cool - the blasting air conditioning, cold rainwater, hot skin, cool metal of her piercings, and the boiling heat inside me as I watched her introduce our breasts to one another.

My panties came down slowly, trying to cling on the way, and exposed my own sex - not lasered, like theirs, but carefully trimmed into a cute little landing strip. Alissa gasped at the sight, and surely the intense aroma of me - come to think of it, if I was prone to unusually large amounts of secretions, surely they had to be too? Our fingers and tongues would be getting sopping wet tonight.

One wandering pair of fingers, previously on Anne's ass, confirmed it - she was wet and ready. Slipping two then three fingers inside her was almost effortless. She moaned, her kissing becoming more fierce, then Alissa stood and joined us. We kissed for a while more, before finally breaking it - each gasping and with a deep sexual flush.

"We're fucking soaked... and I'm filthy with sweat after that show." Anne placed one hand on each of our shoulders. "Before we commence the rooting, let's hop in the shower."

I nodded, letting Anne lead us both toward the shower - large enough for two, but it fit three in a pinch. Hot water soon cascaded over all three of us, and I found myself luxuriating in the high it gave me - muscles relaxed, and soon inhibitions with them. We kissed and made out for a time, hands and fingers exploring more, mouths on nipples, palms on asses.

When the soap came out, Anne made two rules - rule one: no girl is allowed to wash herself, and rule two: every square inch of each girl has to be washed. It was a fun exercise - and I confirmed, yes, we were all genuinely clones; they had the same tiny, sensitive clit I did, their folds hid inside them the way mine did, their asses were taut and clean the way mine was.

Their small breasts were sensitive the same way mine were, almost enough to elicit an orgasm from those alone. When Anne unceremoniously let loose with a torrent of piss on Alissa's leg, Alissa looked at me and shrugged - and did the same, first on herself, then on my foot - and up my leg when I didn't stop her. Smiling, I joined them; a morning shower piss always felt good to me too, and together we pissed under the running water. They needed no make-up the way I didn't, and were beautiful even soaking wet in the shower.

When the water cut off, we dried each other off in a tantalizing way, massaging breasts and gently teasing each other through the towels - discarding them on the floor when we were dry. The other two girls stepped out first, hand in hand, and turned to me as I came out as well.

Alissa's red hair really stood out then, next to her clone-twin; she had her eyebrows done with it too, and it looked natural with my relatively pale shade of skin. Anne's wild hair fell about her head in a more normal-looking way now, aside from being a crazy mess of stripes and splotches of color. She ignored making it stick back up for now - maybe it would stick up again when it dried out? I'd heard about pico-treatments like that.

"So." Anne pulled Alissa suddenly into her arms, bending the other girls down like a man seducing a woman. "You wanna watch us first, then join in when you're at a simmer?" Her Aussie accent was as thick as ever now, rough and aggressive.

"I'm ready now..." I bit my lip. "... but yeah, I wanna watch you two first. Show me what you two have together, you kinky sluts."

"Yes, Mommy." Alissa smiled, knowing the twinge in my pussy I got every time she called me that. The two kissed again, this time tumbling onto the bed together. I sat on the chair by the little table at the foot of the bed, one hand idly playing with my sex as I watched the two beauties make out, their young bodies pressed tightly together. My clones. My daughters. Two of me, that had found love together.

Three of me, as of tonight.

Small breasts crushed together as Anne became more insistent, wrapping her arms and legs around her elder clone-sister and kissing her full on the face, pressing her lips down the side of Alissa's neck. Soon Alissa was on her back upon the bed, spread-eagled with fingers gathering the sheets as Anne lovingly ate her sibling out - hungrily gobbling the pussy identical to her own, tasting her clone's sweet nectar.
I was leaking onto the chair, likely getting my smell into the cushion, but I didn't care. My hand flew over my clit, trying to keep the pace slow - but my urges didn't want to let me, from seeing what I was seeing. Anne's ass and pussy were high in the air as she knelt between Alissa's legs, taunting me with their flagrant open-ness; the tattoos on her hips and ass only highlighted how supple and strong the body she'd built was.

I'd never been that strong myself, I only did a lot of cardio to stay slim and trim - but Anne wasn't hulking or built like one of those weightlifters; she just clearly had more definition than I ever did. Alissa, though, she looked more like I had earlier in life, or now for that matter - save for the bright red hair - but I couldn't help but admit I liked how Anne looked. Strong yet feminine, supple and wild... and utterly free.

Anne turned, looking up at me as she did - seeing how heavily I was breathing and how quickly my fingers moved over my sex. They had to be like me - it took ages when I made myself cum, but with another woman? I easily reached multiple, fast-hitting orgasms with the right lover. They'd clearly each found the right one in their case, and I probably had tonight too. I was even going to cum faster than I ever had just from my own fingers, if the feelings inside me were any indication as the two nude beauties joined in a forbidden, intimate embrace.

When Anne finished turning, I recognized the position - sixty-nine. Two loving mouths and tongues descended on identical pussies. I'd never liked this one with the women I was with, too many distractions to either give or receive much pleasure... but they were obviously quite practiced at it, their tongues and fingers dancing inside each other's welcoming pussies. They never stopped strumming each other's clits for long. It was amazing how close what they were doing was to what I liked...

Oh. Because they were me. Duh.

I couldn't wait anymore. I stood up, stepping over to the bed as the other two lost themselves in each other, and came up alongside the strange beast of female flesh they'd become. With each hand, I joined each in their ministrations, entering both my clone-daughters with a few fingers each. I wasn't sure if I was just getting in the way or not, wanting to start slow, but it seemed to instantly have an effect on both - they trembled, Alissa almost instantly moaning loudly into her sister's pussy.

I recognized the way her calves stiffened and toes curled - and jerked, over and over, her thighs trembling. Her nails dug into Anne's back, and the moans continued in a way I knew well - it was what I did when I orgasmed from another girl's love. Anne wasn't far behind, set off by her submissive sister's pleasure - and I refocused on her, digging three fingers within and probing her clit alongside Alissa's distracted movements as she was lost in the throes of bliss. I moved my fingers out of Alissa's sex and put them straight into Anne's mouth, still glistening with Alissa's need.

She came too, shaking and juddering identically to myself and Alissa. It was surreal, and incredibly hot, to watch - like seeing myself come, when I was younger, as though from the outside. Did I really make such a silly face as that? Would it have made another girl as hot as I was, to watch? Shouldn't I have done this sooner, in college even?

Moments later, the two were panting together, and Anne disengaged - rolling over and onto her back, the two laying side by side - pussies wantonly exposed and their faces and chests flushed with excitement. A sheen of wetness - sweat, not from the shower - covered both.

Alissa spoke between heavy breaths. "So good, Mommy..."

"Was fucking great! Aahhh! I needed a good cum!" Anne reached over, taking my chin in her fingers, and pulled me down to her lips. I immediately tasted Alissa on her - the same as myself and her, of course. Our tongues danced, sharing the exquisite taste for a while, before breaking. Anne took a bit longer to recover.

After a few minutes of languid exploration, fingers dancing in forbidden places or tickling certain sensitive nubs of female flesh, both were before me - one of my hands on each's shoulder and neck, stroking their near-identical shapes. Each was gently fondling one of my breasts, their eyes hungry.

"Your boobs are so wonderful, Mommy..." Alissa bent forward to kiss me as she gave me nipples a tweak, then breathed heavily in my face as our lips broke. "You said you loved it when girls play with these, right?"

I nodded as four hands kneaded my sensitive tits, which were quickly becoming the center of my world as they welcomed the girls' attentions. Anne came closer, kissing me again - on the lips, only slightly less insistent and forceful than she'd been on the stage. Their mouths and tongues were so different; they even tasted a bit unique.

"I can't figure this out." I bit my lip, stroking my hand along Alissa's bare breast - feeling the tough nipple between my fingers. "Am I some kind of narcissist? Isn't this kind of like masturbation?"

"My advice?" Alissa wasn't talking in her sexy-girly voice for the moment. "Don't try and figure it out. I tore myself up for months trying to get my head around... what I want, after I hooked up with her." She nodded toward Anne. "Just... do what you want with us, and let the reasons come along later. It's what we did, and there's nothing I regret less than getting involved with this perverted lesbian sister of mine." She slid a hand behind Anne's ass.

"Does it count as incest, I wonder...?" I peered into the distance, lost in the thought. They hadn't been raised together, but I guess if identical twins separated at birth hooked up it would still...

"Depends." Anne sat up, grinning, giving Alissa a peck on the lips before facing me. "Do you want it to be?"

"Ummm..." I pursed my lips. "No?"

She frowned. "Boring answer." She came over onto all fours, kissing first Alissa then me. "I definitely want it to be incest. It's much hotter that way." She kissed her way down from my lips, to my neck, clavicle, then my breasts... oh wow, my breasts, they had become so warm and sensitive, then Alissa's finger - oh!

"Get used to her." Alissa soon joined her on my other breast. "She's always taken with thoughts like that... probably what makes her good at what she does." Her mouth closed over my nipple, joining her sibling.

I moaned loudly, probably louder than I'd ever had during sex before - it was simply so hot, I couldn't control myself. Incest-fingers, incest-mouths, two of them, on my sensitive little tits - so welcome and loving. Both beauties were soon totally focused on my breasts. Anne's insistent fingers found their way to my folds, exploring tentatively at first - she was so oddly masculine at times, yet at others gentle and feminine - then sneaking inside and letting her clone sister toy with my clit.

Soon I was panting again, and let the two girls push me onto my back. They came down on either side of me, each nuzzling to a breast and gently suckling, teasing, and even lightly biting at my nipples, and each playing with my sex at the same time. Legs intertwined, all the exact same color and shape; just looking down, it was hard to tell whose was whose, aside from Anne's with all the tattoos.

Dancing fingers on my clit intertwined as well, teasing me just as knowingly as my own did - yet somehow far better, from two lovers all but made for myself and each other. My back arched and my toes soon curled, unconsciously mimicking the same movements the other two had made as they had been wrapped in feminine pleasure - which wracked me moments later, mouths and fingers gradually cresting me over and sending me to an incredible place.

It lasted for a while, wave after wave of it, my ass lifting off the bed and my thighs tensing as the other two's taut forms held me in place. I wasn't the type to shout or scream during sex, and neither were either of the other two it seemed, but we were all quite energetic and it might have gotten a bit noisy if only from the matching moans.

We laid in place for a time after, cuddling and occasionally kissing under the bright lights. Eventually Anne grabbed her holo and turned them off, replacing them with holo-candles along the table and walls; it was surprisingly romantic, the way they flickered and cast moving shadows over the girls' nude forms.

"I'm really glad we met you." Alissa kissed my breast, then up toward my lips. Her face inches away, she continued. "I'll admit this was even a shade of a fantasy of mine."

"Of ours." Anne chimed in, blithely throwing her hat into the clone-incest-fantasy ring or whatever this was; she walked two fingers along my body up toward a breast, making me shiver. "How long you about the town?"

"Well, a couple days..." I wasn't lying exactly; the ticket said I left tomorrow at noon, but I'd already decided to extend my departure. Even if this never went anywhere, I wanted to spend a while longer in Norfolk after this, tonight.

Anne's walking fingers reached my breast, pliant flesh yielding to her touch. "The Graceful Five plays two more nights nearby, then we're off to Atlantic City." Another Free City, on the outskirts of my own New York Dome. She smiled. "There's room for you in our suite, the whole rest of the tour if you like."

I frowned. Younger people were so impulsive; they hadn't had these spur-of-the-moment things turn to shit on them. Yet. "Don't say that. I just got here. What if I turn out to be a horrible bitch?"

Anne glanced at me. "Well are you a horrible bitch?"

"Well no, I don't think so, but I suppose nobody thinks that about themselves."

Anne turned to the other clone. "Alissa, she a horrible bitch to you any time tonight?"

"No, love, she was well-mannered and polite enough." She licked her lips as Anne bent over me, kissing her clone once again, before turning back to me. "If any one should say that, Mommy, it's you. We're the artsy-fartsy degenerate young lesbians on a meandering tour, you're the rich bubble lady with a schedule. You might get a bit tired of our raunchy, dirty lifestyle."

"Seems clean enough so far..." I let my fingers wander between Alissa's legs, finding the place there still warm and slick. "... except for the parts that are dirty in ways I'm coming to like." I suddenly remembered. "Oh, speaking of Mommy..."

I asked each about the families that had raised them, curious about the whole arrangement. I kept asking for more details any time they said something, finding my hunger for these girls extended beyond just wanting their bodies. The three of us lounged together, nude and completely at ease, occasionally nipping at a boob or slipping fingers into secret places... but most of it was just a quiet conversation punctuated with laughs and sex-play, all three of us knowing to save that little heat building back up inside - our games weren't over tonight.

We ordered wine at some point, Anne answering the door in nothing but a bathrobe while Alissa and I made out behind a still-foggy shower wall. When the front door was shut, we rejoined Anne who was pouring three glasses of chardonnay - their favorite too! - and we relaxed together on the bed again, lying on our fronts and facing each other like a bunch of high school girls at a slumber party.

They did the same thing with their feet in the air as I did when they were engaged in a conversation, and just as often as they caught me eyeing a bare breast or their shapely asses, I could see each of them doing the same - only a wink or a kiss shared about it for now, though.

Anne had been raised as an only child, adopted by a well-off couple that had little time for her; she saw more of her nannies and tutors growing up than she did her parents. She sometimes wondered if she was just a walking, talking tax break. She hadn't lashed out too much about it, but instead had just turned into a morose and depressing person. She'd even written bad poetry, which she laughed about but utterly refused to show anyone - even Alissa.

The day she'd turned eighteen, when she was supposed to be touring some college campus alone, she'd met some of the other people who had been on stage earlier tonight. She'd found they had the same passion for music she did, and their sounds mixed together perfectly. She'd let them drag her into a show in Perth, and found her personality somehow transformed on stage - as if on its own - and the more she did it, the more she came to love being that other Anne that emerged in front of the cheering crowd. She hadn't gone home since.

Alissa was adopted by an older couple in Free London, the youngest of four who they got from the Bureau - all clones, but each from different gene-stock. As the youngest by eight years, they had doted on her more than anything and she had had a wonderful childhood. She still talked to her parents all the time. They knew she was involved with someone, but not the specifics; she was still afraid to tell them the reality.

No, she and her siblings back in London had never... indulged, as she and Anne had. There'd never even been hints of it. Whatever little genetic oddity we shared, it seemed confined to affecting us toward others with the same or identical features. We collectively had no idea how it worked, but didn't especially care.

They were curious about me too - as much as I was about them. I told them more of the details of my life; my first husband, that I still loved to this day - but very much didn't like - and my second, that had tried his hardest but we just couldn't stop fighting about things.

I told them about the different relationships with women I'd been through; a few 'hardcore' lesbians, most of whom were too much for me, or I wasn't enough for them. One lipstick lesbian who seemed eternally disappointed in me no matter what I did. Carol, the only one that had seemed to work out for a time - but she transferred away to Chicago and we lost touch.

"Maybe it's all led up to this." Alissa giggled after saying it, nuzzling up to my neck. "A life defined by twisted perversion, in bed with your own clones. Scandalous."

"Yeah, maybe..." I bit my lip, nipples getting stiff again. God, I wanted to fuck them both all night long, but this was fun too. I suddenly remembered, turning to Alissa. "So I know about her job; what do you do, Alissa?"

Anne seemed excited. "You didn't tell her earlier?" She was looking at Alissa.

"You said you sold something, but..." I looked at Alissa too, as the older of my two clones suddenly stood up, padding naked over toward her luggage.

"Me...? I'm just..." She pulled out a black leather case, stepping back to the bed and opening it. "... a dildo sales rep." She pulled out a long, thick example, grinning widely.

It was huge, two-ended, and looked incredibly authentic aside from being double-headed; down to the way the veins and skin on it shifted in her grip as she came back to the bed and plopped back down, holding out the wonder of science between us. Had I only seen one end sticking through a hole or something, I would have sworn it was the real thing, even after seeing her fondle it. She put both hands on it, pumping them both in a rapid motion which made them jerk about beautifully.

"Holy damn, that's big." I reached out toward it, finding Alissa placing it in my hands. It was warm to the touch, and just as perfectly stiff as a real cock would be - but soft at each head, and the skin played over the hard center just like the real thing. "I've never seen one like this before..."

"That's a demonstration model... says on the tin, anyway." She smiled, sitting back on the bed with the two of us as we closely inspected the monster. The only difference between the ends was one cockhead was a bit darker than the other. "Both ends are perfectly tuned to my measurements, which normally would make it useless and only good as a prop during sales calls... but..." she grinned - "... of course, Anne and I have identical kitties. You too, you know." She winked.

"This is much too big for me." I shook my head.

"Well, no... in truth and fact..." Anne took the big thing in her hand, quoting that awful game show as she got up onto her knees, legs spread wide. I looked on in wide-eyed fascination as she began to insert it into herself. "... it's actually just right, for any of the three of us." She bit her lip as she began to slide the huge cockhead within her body - the darker end - a cooing Alissa coming to her side to help her.

"This is a special dildo, Mommy. Normally the starting price for these could get you a good new car, and each one is uniquely manufactured for a given couple. They're guaranteed for that couple only; using them on another girl just isn't the same. I sell only to well-off lesbian couples in dozens of Free Cities." She pushed a little harder, her fingers interlocking with Anne's as the two penetrated the youngest clone with the huge cock. "Of course..." She looked at me. "... in terms of engineered dildos, all three of us are the same girl."

"So fucking good... god, I wanna fuck her..." Anne was biting her lip, but looking at me strangely - like a predator now. I felt my pussy getting hotter as I watched.

"It's... not just perfectly fitted..." Alissa's fingers were at the edge of her clone-sibling's pussy lips now, and she teased Anne's clit briefly as she adjusted the position of the thing. "... this model comes with on-demand bio-adhesive polymers, that can also fix its position in or on one of us temporarily." She smiled, pushing a lock of red hair out of the way as she looked back at me. "... among other features."

"Uhh... huh." The obscene thing was jutting out of Anne, facing downward. As I watched, Alissa's fingers slid up to the exact center of the double cock, pressing down on it and making lights flash beneath the skin of the thing. It began to curve upward, bending at the middle - the huge and very real-looking cock soon poking outward from Anne's sex as if it were her own, genuine penis. Even the color of it was a perfect match.

Both girls let go of the thing, and when I expected it to slide out - it simply didn't. Anne swished her hips from side to side, making it sway back and forth in a totally convincing way - and then her hand gripped it once more, giving it a few jacking motions, all the way from the head to the base.

All the while, it stayed perfectly fixed to her body. I'd heard about medical uses for those bio-adhesives, implants and things for people with disabilities - but I didn't know they could also make dildos that could do... this, act like they were a part of the real body.

"Ready for a hard rooting, Mum?" Anne smiled as she said it, slowly coming toward me on her knees. "Mmm... been wanting to say that since I laid eyes on you."

I looked at Alissa, wide-eyed. "She wants to fuck me... with that."

She nodded, coming to my side, one of her breasts pressing to mine as she wrapped one arm behind my neck. "Yes... don't worry, Mommy, I'll make sure she's gentle." She kissed me as I felt Anne pushing my legs apart, and surprising myself at how I offered no resistance to her impending invasion. Through heated breaths on each other's faces, Alissa continued to explain. "She's... fucked me... so many times with it... and I've fucked her with it too... it's perfect for us... safe and wonderful, just right... fills you up so good..."

I took in a sharp breath between my teeth as I felt Anne's explorations with it, the head teasing first my lips, then my clit, before its the thick glans of her fake cock came to rest between my folds - eager to penetrate my center. I bit my lip, looking into Alissa's loving eyes as her fingers arrived at one of my nipples and our lips came together again.

Anne was much gentler than I expected; she pushed herself inside, inch by inch, making my thighs tremble and toes curl as Alissa and I's tongues danced. It was huge, yes, but just the tiniest hint short of being painful; it filled me up completely, like no cock ever quite had before. Soon I had to break our kiss to take several heaving breaths, nipples like bullets mounted on my chest they were so stiff. Alissa turned her attention to them, taking one then the other into her eager mouth as Anne laid claim to my pussy.
With each gentle, rocking thrust, almost not fucking, Anne's sex drew closer - my eyes fixed on that power-on tattoo above her folds and fake cock, so perfect and young. My sight wandered upward, over her sweat-glistening, tattoo-clad form, utterly bare and glorious, sinewy and supple muscle moving in just the right way to touch some primal image in my mind of being fucked by the alpha, but so beautifully female... am I making any sense? I'm not, I'm just being fucked by my clone daughter and loving it.

I wasn't sure how much longer it took, but at some point Anne's sex was pressed hot and wet against mine, the big fake cock now almost entirely hidden within our bodies. Alissa shifted briefly to go around behind us, fumbling around for her holo to take a picture of our strange joining.

She showed it to me later - two pussies with a shaft of flesh connecting them, taken an instant before our clits touched as my legs spread wider than I had tried in years. Anne looked so aggressive in that shot; compared to her, I'd seemed like a waifish, confused older sister, still reeling from the pleasure of the incest-fuck I was receiving, riding a wave of unfamiliar pleasure that was blowing away all sense of propriety and reason.

From there below, with tattooed Anne looming above me, our near-identical faces only a foot apart, she did seem quite domineering and strong. She didn't ask when she started fucking me, or give me much time to get used to the mighty girth of her cock; she just began moving, and soon I found myself falling into her pace. I gave small, high moans with each thrust.

"Feel that, Mommy?" Alissa was alongside me again, her tousled red hair falling alongside mine. "That buzzing."

I did feel it. It was a strange sensation, like all the stimulation to one's clit you could get from jilling off, but none of the physical touch. It was like magic. I gave a brief nod, playing with one of my breasts as Anne rammed into me again. The smack of flesh sounded over and over, increasingly fast and hard, as Anne began to fuck me well and truly.

Alissa's hand found my breast again, explaining something or other as she suckled - her head sometimes getting in the way, but somehow also not, the whole thing blending into one strange union of female flesh. It was something about ultrasonic thingies inside the double dildo, that knew where the clit was and stimulated it with each thrust... but it was smart enough to know how close to coming each girl was, and it tried to sync them up. I might have that wrong, I was a bit distracted.

Anne rammed herself into me over and over, eventually making me cry out loud in pleasure as I was pushed beyond the limit. Alissa's wonderful attentions on our clits at the final moment sealed our pleasure, sending Anne and I together to an incredible place. Anne's howl was primal and loud, almost masculine.

We both shook and trembled there, in almost the exact same pattern, both still impaled on the same double-header. It spread past my sex, out into my whole lower waist and turning my muscles into jelly as I tensed up far more than I should have, and some shred of reason left in the corner of my mind wondered to itself if I'd pulled a muscle or three simply from cumming so hard. Anne grunted more, hair flailing about as she thrust into me over and over, like a man pumping her seed but shaking down below to rub our clits together at the same time.

It probably looked incredibly silly - downright comical - to anyone but us three, but it was the hardest I'd ever cum before that night.

I found out later that part of her agreement with the band was that she always got a soundproofed room so she and Alissa could fuck every night away as they liked, and they didn't stay in hotels that didn't have them. Another reason they only toured in Free Cities. What a pair of fuck-fiends... they were amazing.

Anne collapsed alongside me, saying something about not having another of those in her tonight. Alissa nestled between us for a moment, pressing something on the middle of the dildo again then gently sliding it out of the youngest girl. She pulled it out of me a few moments later, with a slow, loving tug, knowing how sensitive I was after that. She gave our shared juices on it a lick, letting each of us have a single lick of the end that had been in the other, then stepped away to the bathroom and I heard the faucet running.

Anne was already dozing, and a few moments later I felt Alissa nestle up to me again. I was tired, but not quite ready to sleep. We stayed that way for nearly an hour, occasionally having one-sided conversations about... stuff, I don't even remember, until Alissa's gentle but insistent fidgeting reminded me that she hadn't cum when the other two of us had.

I turned to her, coming onto my side and feeling a bit more aggressive and freed now - no more having to be the passive mommy. Alissa wanted me to be something again, I could sense it, and I was again being swept along by this act she was baiting me into. The redhead wanted her strong-willed, sexy mommy to simply claim what she wanted.

Our lips met again, breasts pressing together as I took her in my arms. We made out that way for a while, thighs curling about each other, hands and feet sliding along each other's skin, taking nipples into mouths - but with each passing minute I took more liberties with the passive little slut.

By the time another half an hour had passed, she was flat on her back underneath me as I rammed three fingers in and out of her pussy, roughly toying with her clit under my thumb and occasionally giving soft bites to her nipples and mauling her lips with mine. Her soft moans and squirming body seemed a bit uncomfortable but incredibly hot, just the way I could tell she wanted it - a little sharp pain, a lot of slow and lazy pleasure to work her into a boil.

I whispered things in her ear; quiet, evil things, forbidden and nasty things. I told her about how she had always belonged to me and was being good enough to maybe let her cum soon; I told her she was a twisted little slut who pined for this warped kind of incest. I questioned whether she ought to be out in public at all with such a wanton, degenerate craving buried in her thoughts. She begged me for more every time, wanting to be degraded and told what a twisted slut she was.

She ascended slowly, moans becoming higher and higher as her back arched - small nipples jutting high from her chest, soon captured between my lips as I pushed her hard with my thumb. She begged her mommy to let her cum, and I finally did.

Alissa was nearly silent, but her body stiffened as she came; white knuckles gripping the sheets and toes curling under my careful effort to bring her off. Her body twisted in my arms, bare breasts under my forearm as I made sure our lips came together as she came. She shook all the while, trying to push the bedsheets out from under her as she lost herself.

We fell asleep in each other's arms afterward, feeling exhausted. Anne snored, apparently, waking me up twice in the night; Alissa must have been used to it, the redhead dozing away. The two girls were so beautiful, I simply had to stay up for a while each time and look at them, on either side of me. I finally turned the light off with my holo and joined them again, not waking until nearly noon the next day.

Our life together now is kind of strange - in the times when we're together, it's so intense that I can barely stand it. Every day is this constant barrage of business and sex, as each of them comes and goes to different meetings and gigs, all three of us always trying to get a minute alone with the others for another blissful, forbidden union.

I did end up starting a second company, with the girls' encouragement - but I'm not as involved as the last one. I'm more of a board chair than a CEO this time. It gives me more time with the girls - but even with my great health I can't be around them full-time, I simply don't have the energy. It's only maybe one week out of the month that we spend together, and every time it's a whirlwind of intimate love and forbidden sex. Even dinner with them in public is a heady experience, let alone a night together.

Sooner or later, I will get older, but with my DNA and enzyme treatments, I'll probably be in my early seventies before I start to look 'old'. The girls won't be this wild forever, they're going to want to slow down sooner or later here - but every day I'm with them convinces me that this really isn't a fling, we'll be together for a long time... maybe the rest of my life.

I have no idea how to make it work, I might have to move out of the New York Bubble... but I'll do it, and the looks of shock from all my friends back there will just be something I'll have to deal with. Things went that way for a good three years, with me still living in New York - up until our encounter with Alys, a nubile nineteen-year-old German clone, also from my stock, who had the same 'flaw' we did...

But that's another story.

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