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Blue shirt Zoe walked out of the bathroom and noticed white shirt Zoe was already in bed with a book. The original Zoe had been rereading Harry Potter and now they all had to share.

"Don't lose my place," Blue shirt Zoe said and crawled into bed beside her duplicate.

"Your place?" the other Zoe said, "I was reading it too."

"Neither of us has actually read it," the first Zoe said, "we just remember reading it."

"Whatever," the other Zoe said, glanced at the other, then scooted sideways to the very edge of the bed.

"What's that for?" blue shirt Zoe asked.

"This is just making me uncomfortable," white shirt Zoe said.

"We had no problem sharing a bed with Lauren when we went camping," the other Zoe said.

"You're not Lauren." said white shirt Zoe.

"Of course not, I'm you," Blue shirt Zoe said, "There is nothing about me you don't know and you know what all this looks like under my clothes." She gestured to herself. Other Zoe scooted back towards her.

"You're right," she said, "I guess we'll have to start getting more comfortable with each other." Blue shirt Zoe glanced at her and stole a quick kiss.

"I don't mean right this second!" said white shirt Zoe.

"Sorry," said the other Zoe, "Just wanted to see how that would feel?" White shirt Zoe leaned in and kissed the other a little longer this time.

"How does it feel?" she asked, "Like kissing the mirror, or kissing another girl?"

"Neither," blue shirt Zoe said, "It just felt odd. But I didn't hate it."

"Me neither," said white shirt Zoe. They both blushed after that and looked away.

"Well goodnight," one of them said, rolling over on her side.

"Goodnight," said the other and did the same.

Just like being in bed all by myself.

Her... my... lips were so soft.

One Zoe dreamed of one of those mirror mazes at the carnival, but none of her reflections actually mirrored her movements. Instead, they seemed just as lost as her. She would stare at one of them for a second while they looked around in confusion, then they wandered off in a random direction. Finally, she found one Zoe in the maze who wasn't trapped inside the mirrors.

"Hey!" the other Zoe called to her, "I found the exit! Follow me!" The Zoe who was dreaming ran after her. It took a while, but true to her word they did eventually leave the maze. The outside looked more like a hedge maze though. It was getting dark, but not because the sun was setting, something was casting a colossal shadow in front of it. Zoe looked up and behind her and saw the replicator rising out of the ground in the distance until it was the size of a mountain.

Zoe gulped fearfully and turned back to the other Zoe who was standing beside a glassy pond. Zoe approached the shore and looked in. Her reflection looked back at her, and then it rose up and out of the water like a mystical nymph. The water Zoe reached out and touched Zoe's cheeks, then pulled her into a sensuous kiss. Zoe closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss until she fell forward into the pond.

Thousands of Zoes swam around her like watery ghosts, and she tried to reach the surface, but dozens of hands reached up and dragged her down into the abyss while she suffocated.

Then she opened her eyes and realized someone's hand had slipped over her face and mouth. She removed the hand, and in her dazed state of half-awakeness, she thought maybe it was Cameron. But then she remember the events of the day and sighed.

The other Zoe was still fast asleep, and here she was after getting kicked into the guest room by her own husband. She folded her arms around her knees and frowned. Why did the one Zoe get special treatment if they were all the same person?

Then her stomach growled so she went to the kitchen to see if there was any pizza left. There was, and she scarfed it down like a teenager. She never had midnight snacks, but she was still famished even after their huge dinner. It must have been a side effect of duplication, she thought.

She stared at the empty fridge and did some quick math to figure out how much higher their grocery bill was. Sure they had a replication machine, but that was even more expensive per use than just buying their groceries outright. She also feared what might happen if Amber found out a human had been duplicated. There was the Human Cloning Act, but that didn't really apply in their circumstances, did it? Would they face legal action or not? How would they all hide in the same house, probably for the rest of their lives? And that wasn't even considering what would happen if they kept duplicating.

She pondered those unpleasant questions while gnawing on a cold piece of pizza, then she heard loud, sexual moaning down the hall. That was Cameron, and he was with someone else.

"What?" she said fearfully, "No, no, no. He's cheating on me now? Of all days!" She tiptoed down the hall prepared to give the slut a piece of her mind. She creaked open the door of the master bedroom and realized her mistake. It was just him with the other Zoe.

But she didn't know if that made it better, or if it was somehow worse. Another woman was riding her husband's cock, but then it wasn't actually another woman, was it? But in that case, why did she get to make love to their husband and not her if they were completely identical? On the other hand, holy fucking shit they looked good while having sex! She'd never seen them from this angle, and it was indescribable. Now, she really regretted not making that sex tape as Cameron had suggested.

Zoe lost control of her hand which wormed its way into her panties and she started fingering her dripping wet sex. All the anger and confusion she had at first melted away until she felt only sheer, absolute desire.

"Wow," she whispered, "Cameron you stud." Usually, when she watched porn, she had to use her imagination that she was the woman in the scene. But now she actually was the woman in the scene, and she had been fucked by him like that before.

But as incredible as her husband looked giving it to her like a Greek god, she looked positively sublime. Maybe it was narcissism, but she thought she looked so much better than any porn star she knew. Granted porn scenes were usually completely fake, the actors rarely showed any real passion. But she knew how much she loved and wanted her husband, so the other Zoe was giving her all for the man she loved. While she was watching herself get fucked, she didn't even notice when somebody joined her at the door.

"Oh my god," the other Zoe said breathlessly, "Did you know we look that good?" Zoe shook her head and turned to the other.

"Do you want to?" she asked her duplicate.

"I don't think we... oh what the hell," Zoe pushed the other one against the wall. They made out shamelessly while fingering each other's clits and the sound of the two love birds was like the sexiest background music ever.

Finally, one Zoe pushed the other to her knees and yanked her panties to her ankles. The other Zoe knew exactly what to do and dove in the way only another girl can. She had tried to taste herself before, but her flavor was so much richer right from the source.

"I always wished I could do this to myself," she said as she gobbled up the other Zoe's snatch. The Zoe who was getting eaten out kept watching herself getting railed by her husband and urgently tweaked her nipples.

The two on the bed proclaimed they were cumming, but then oddly, Cameron tried to get Zoe to stop. But it was too late. When she came, the Zoe on the bed sneezed. Then a luminous cloud of plasma appeared next to Cameron and congealed into another Zoe.

"Zoe, stop!" she tried to say but the other one was deep inside her with her tongue now. She felt the sneeze coming, and it was too late to stop it, so she at least tried to mitigate it and plugged her nose.