A Warm and Loving Greeting

A loud and dreadful racket woke Jessie up from her deep and kinky slumber.

It was as if someone had pulled a cord in an attempt to get either a lawnmower or a chainsaw's motor running, and the unforgiving sounds echoed throughout the dark silence of the room around her.

Her eyes snapped wide open and her body flinched in response.

The noises continued for a few heart-pounding moments, they slowed to a stop. Then, after a brief pause and the gentle whisper of someone inhaling, the unpleasant grinding of logs sounded off once again through Jessie's living room. Her wide eyes and expression fell flat as Jessie's sense of startled shock faded into mild irritation.

She was laying across the couch, the side of her face resting on a pair of extra soft and bubbly thighs while her gaze was focused on the 'Are You Still Watching?' message that her favorite television streaming service displayed when a show was left on to play continuously.

Slowly, the young brunette rose to sit up on the couch next to her redheaded clone, the one she'd met right before falling asleep on her lap.

Jessie rubbed her eyes and yawned, then sluggishly turned to watch the newest member of her apartment let out another monstrous snore, one that would've caused a tsunami if it happened anywhere near the ocean floor. She had one arm up across the back of the couch while her other was laying over the arm, and her relaxed head was tilted back over the back edge, allowing her breathing to become just perfectly obstructive enough for her snores to sound like they belonged to the Norse God of Thunder himself after a week-long bender.

"ZZZZZzzzzz... ZZZZZzzzzz... ZZZZZzzzzz..."

"Oh, cute." A half-awake and completely naked Jessie grumbled to herself, her long brown hair in a frazzled mess around her pretty face. She was painfully aware that she snored just as bad as this clone was doing, or so she'd been told, but to actually be on the receiving end of its sound this time was strangely both humiliating and frustrating at the same time.

Jessie looked at this tall redhead up and down as the two sat there, and tried to make sense of the dream she'd just woken from. She assumed that this girl was Jess, the one that'd come home from work and found Jessica and Jesibelle getting lit on an endless supply of weed and booze respectively, while apparently also sharing their nervous systems with each other, or something. Jessie wasn't exactly sure what all they had done while she was passed out and sleeping through an endless orgasm in their room, and only had the brief perspective of Jess' memory to go on in regards to understanding what was happening.

"ZZZZZzzzzz..."

However, after getting a good look at her, Jessie wasn't sure if this was still the same dick-wielding twin she'd dreamt about. Firstly, she was at least six-inches taller than Jessie and the others, every inch of her skin that wasn't covered by the towel wrapped around her breasts and midsection was plastered with freckles, her overall muscle tone seemed to be much more fit and athletic, her hair was short and a fiery ginger red color, and most importantly, there was no dick in the ever-so-slight gap between her toned and bubbly thighs. Jessie could just faintly see the upper folds of a tight pussy in the dim light of the apartment, to her mild disappointment.

Sure, a lot of things could've happened and could've been changed by Master PC between the time when Jess arrived and when Jessie first woke up, but why would she have gotten rid of her dick? Having a dick sounded awesome! And the fading memory of getting her dick sucked in Jess' memory/dream-thing felt fucking rad.

Now that Jessie thought about it, it was crazy that she hasn't used Master PC to give herself or one of the other girls a dick at any point since discovering it, but she pushed the thought to the back of her mind for the time being in order to focus on more important matters.

As she recalled part of the dream where Jessica was explaining to Jess about how she was responsible for things getting out of hand and was passing the torch of 'Master PC Manager' onto her, giving the naked trans girl full authority over the reality of everyone and everything in the apartment, Jessie slowly lifted and turned from her seat on the couch, sitting down in Jess' lap while facing the snoring beast of a woman.

Jessie wriggled around on top of her for a little while, softly moaning and cooing at the feeling of their smooth thighs rubbing against each other while her needy pussy began to heat up over Jess' own.

She wanted to be upset with the other clones over bringing a fourth 'her' into the mix, but it was just what they needed in order to remedy Jessica's lame plan of allowing the bimbo version of themselves to take control without any restrictions.

Seriously, having no emotions is one thing, but that doesn't mean her gothic clone should've completely thrown logic out of the window there...

Regardless, Jess was Jessie's literal hero from her perspective, and it was about time she showed the gorgeous redhead her gratitude.

But first, she would need to wake her up.

Jessie smirked as she reached forward with both hands. She used one to gently but securely pinch the bridge of Jess' nose while the other hand was horizontally placed over her wide-open mouth.

_"ZZZZZzzzzz... ZZZZ-GHK-_Kah! Ah!" Jess' freckled arms scrambled just before her eyes shot open wide, gasping for air against Jessie's hands.

The redhead's arms shot out and grabbed at Jessie's just as she was pulling them away, and there was a tense and silent moment between the two when they locked eyes.

Jessie's smile slowly grew as she watched Jess' mirror-like expression shift from panic to confusion in just a few seconds.

"Sorry." Jessie shrugged, her voice still low and sleepy. "It turns out that our snoring is as bad as everyone says."

Jess' expression quickly flipped from confused to bright-red embarrassed immediately after the words registered, and both of her hands let go of Jessie's wrists and shot towards her own mouth.

"Yeah." Jessie sighed, laying a comforting hand on the busty ginger's shoulder. "I understand."

To the brunette's surprise, a teary-eyed Jess uncovered her mouth, outstretched both of her arms, then tightly wrapped them around Jessie before giving her the bear-hug of a lifetime.

Jessie felt as though the bone crushing embrace was fair on account of what she did to Jess, but that didn't make it any less unpleasant.

When Jessie choked out a sound that resembled that of a dying animal, the sobbing Jess gasped and eased up on her, but still continued to hug and nuzzle the soft and bubbly chest of her other self.

"S-Sorry!" Jess said, openly weeping. "I'm just so happy right now..."

Jessie opened her mouth to speak, but stopped, at a loss for words as the warmth of Jess' body began to resonate with her own. Somehow, Jessie knew exactly how Jess was feeling, and tears began to well up in her eyes at the heart-breaking sight of herself down below. Right then, right there, the two individuals embracing completely understood one another, and were simultaneously feeling a bizarre sense of belonging. Jessie eventually wriggled her arms out from under Jess' own before gently wrapping them around the redhead's pretty head.

It was strange, Jessie thought to herself as the two of them found peace in the other's warmth. For some reason, she felt as though this was long overdue. Jessie wondered why she hadn't embraced the other versions of herself like this. Internally, she felt this sense of companionship at the back of her mind when first encountering Jessica, but Jessie supposed that the eroticism of the situation may have overshadowed any actual, truly genuine feelings she may have felt buried underneath her proverbial girl-boner. Well, there was that, and this may have also been the first time that Jessie wasn't either drunk or hungover on some level since obtaining Master PC.

She had many questions, but the answers seemed trivial compared to the peace she and Jess felt towards one another. The two eventually collapsed to the side into the length of the couch, lovingly cuddling and sensually feeling up the other's curvy bodies. They were both tired and overwhelmed by the whole situation, but found comfort from being so close to themselves in ways that neither of them would've imagined just a day ago.

They lay wordlessly like that for a good few hours, drifting in and out of REM sleep until about seven in the morning, when the sun began to rise and creep in past the edges of her outdoor patio's closed curtains.