A dark mirror

While I’m waiting for Valerie, I install a variant on Pet into Melanie. She responds to Bunny. I then bring her back, memory by memory to the age of fifteen, and have her kneel on the floor in front of the door. My little gift to Valerie.

This present is well accepted, it turns out. The squeal from Valerie as she enters lugging one of my suitcases is undeniably one of pleasure, and the kiss I get when she launches herself into my arms is possibly the most passionate I’ve had from her.

As much as I’d enjoy fucking Valerie in front of her mindless sister, I still have a lot of work to do and miles to go before I sleep. The trip to the club, the tattoo parlor, it was too much to resist and I impulsively upped my timetable, so I now only have two days to accomplish everything I need to do rather than the full week I’d planned on. Still, needs must when the devil drives. I analyze myself while I regress Valerie to fifteen as well, and conclude that my escalated timetable is a matter of self defense. I don’t want to become even more attached to these two than I already have.

“Girls, I’m going to tell you a story. A true story…”

I spin my tale for them about how Valerie first discovered that touching herself in just the right way made her feel good. About how she shared this earth shattering revelation with Melanie. About how they tried it together. About how they tried it with each other. Experimenting with their bodies lead to a closeness that even they, who were so alike as to almost be the same person in two bodies, had never shared with another being.

I bring them slowly back to the present, year by year, injecting a shared sexual experience or five here and there. I tell about their first shared crush on their father who was the most powerful man they knew. Being together wasn’t like sex. It was more like masturbating because they were really just the same person, but Daddy, as they secretly called Julian Winters, was the very definition of sex to them, and they wanted him. They would spend hours together just touching each other and fantasizing about their powerful and sexy Daddy.

No boy would ever be able to measure up to Daddy, though many tried. They took pleasure teasing these interchangeable young idiots, sometimes even swapping places in the middle of a date. Valerie always knew that having Daddy was impossible, so she was more adventurous, the first to have sex with a boy at the age of sixteen, the first to engage in a three way. The first to suck a cock. Melanie always followed.

When they were 18, they went off to school, together of course, because it was what Daddy expected them to do. As college progressed they began to grow apart, Valerie knew her path had to lead away from her father, and because she knew that Melanie would never give that up, she dropped out of college and ran off to Europe.

Melanie, for her part, still hoped to gain Daddy’s attention, especially since he was now a lonely widower. So while Valerie found herself (and eventually me) in Europe, Melanie followed the path that Daddy had set for her, lonely and depressed to be without the other half of herself.

While I tell this story, I place the girls so that they are standing facing each other, mirroring each other’s actions, each seeing themself in the other. When I speak of them touching themselves, each feels what the other does. If Valerie twists her nipple, Melanie feels it. If Melanie brushes her clit, Valerie moans in ecstasy. When they touch each other, both feel it.

Finally I tell them that I, as the only man they have ever met who not only measures up to but surpasses Daddy, have brought them back together. I insist that they bury their differences and accept that they truly are one person in two bodies.

I bring them back up to consciousness staring into each other’s eyes, inches apart, two sides of the same coin. “Girls, I insist that you kiss and make up.”

They do without hesitation. When they part, they both turn to look at me. Tears fill their eyes, and it’s a full minute before either speaks. It’s Melanie who breaks the silence, gazing at me with something like worship. “Thank…”

“…You.” Valerie finishes the thought, her gratitude shining through the tears.

I take them both into my arms and drag them to the bedroom to celebrate their reunification.