Magik Knight suggests you entertain your guest with a rather inappropriate use of your self-copying power

For the third time - within the past day, and within your life - you are made to submit to another woman's fingers sliding between your legs. The sultry blonde Magik Knight is dipping her fingers into the crease between your legs, that inviting little cleft which your swimsuit is perfectly cut to draw wandering eyes to. When you hesitantly try to step away, she makes you gasp by pinching your left nipple.

You can see hungry delight in Dominic's eyes as the unkempt young man watches Ilyana's fingers sink into the soft flesh of your boob. Tingles run through your body as she bounces it up and down in her hand. Warm breath blows over your ear as Ilyana leans in close.

Hopefully, you wait for her to whisper something about how you are going to trick this guy without needing to really give him a live sex show, or even further than that.

But all you hear from her is a delighted "Mmmmmm~" as she takes your earlobe into her mouth and softly teases it with her teeth. Then she turns your face around to look at her.

You are staring at Ilyana's piercing blue-grey eyes. Whereas your face has a round, soft-eyed, All-American innocence to it, Ilyana has the fine features of a European fashion model. Her high cheekbones give her an almost aristocratic bearing. She leans in and you realize it's too late to back away now.

Only after you've been locking lips with her for a good long time do you realize this is the first time another woman has kissed you on the mouth. It's completely different from what you were experiencing last night with the guys. The caress of her lips and the motions of her tongue are light and teasing. And they leave you wanting... more.

Even if the kiss is different, what isn't so different is the greedy aggressiveness of her fingers as she grabs one of your breasts. She starts kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of your all natural rack even more roughly than Mike was last night.

"Ilyana... That's too hard..." You gasp, freckled nose flushing red with excitement.

"Oh? Then why don't you show me how you like it on me, Lynn?" Such is the smooth confidence and command of her voice that a bystander like Dominic would never guess this woman isn't really your girlfriend and, in fact, has known you for less than 2 days.

Hesitantly at first, you run your hand over the silky smooth bare skin of her midriff. She's so warm to the touch. It's as if you lose control of your hand just moments after you touch her, as without even thinking your hand is gliding lower until your fingers dip under the edge of her black pleather booty shorts.

"Lynn!" she gasps with a laugh. "I meant with my chest! Oh, you over eager peasant girl... Always getting ahead of yourself.. I have so much to teach you."

Your breathing quickens as she starts massaging both your tits with her hand now. "Ahhhh... ah'm sorry..." you gasp out. But when you start to withdraw your hand, she hikes up one leg and wraps it around your waist, bringing her hips up so that your fingers slide deeper.

You cannot see, but you can feel, that same hot slit that gave you your first lesson on cunnilingus yesterday. Reflexively you curl your fingers and all of a sudden your fingertips are inside her.

"I did not say stop." Ilyana murmurs haughtily. "Mmmm... Being watched by a fil-tsy cree-minal like this... I don't want to wait either."

You yelp as she swats your round apple of an ass several times. "But... before I give you the pleasure I know you want... you need to earn it by giving our guest a show."

Blinking in confusion, you glance back at the grinning man with blonde dreadlocks sitting on the edge of the bed. It's not terribly surprising that his pants are on the floor and his hand is in his boxers now. "Ah.... aren't we already?" you ask. Damn it, knowing that he's sitting there watching everything IS making you more horny, whether you like it or not. While waiting for her answer you keep groping Magik Knight's smooth slit, working your fingers deeper.

Suddenly she pulls away from you. Cool air hits your fingertips covered in her dampness, and before you can think otherwise you are bringing your fingers up to your mouth to nibble on them, tasting her musk for the second time.

"Oh, don't be coy, Lynn." Ilyana says as she slides around behind you. Now she's standing behind you completely, wrapping her hands around your breasts from behind and bouncing them up and down for Dominic's viewing pleasure. "I mean using your power, of course. How can you not, after our lewd friend Mr. Moreno piqued our guest's curiosity?"

Your eyes snap wide open and you gasp. "Ya... ya don't mean..."

"Of course I do." Ilyana purrs, nibbling on your earlobe and sticking her tongue in your ear. "I have always wanted to have a threesome with well-endowed identical twins. What about you, 'Dom'? Have you ever wanted that?" the shorter girl peeks over your shoulder, fluttering her eyelashes at the man.

"Fuck yeah I do. I'll settle for two hot babes of any kind. Hair color, skin color, I love 'em all." he licks his lips lasciviously. "But whaddya mean? Does Lynn there actually have a twin sister? Little late to call her in now isn't it?"

Ilyana's hands pull away from your breasts and she steps away. You gulp. After a lead-up like that you just can't refuse.

"Ah... well... I reckon that's my superpower. Madman Mike mentioned I can run fast and punch robots an' all, but that isn't all I can do." You swallow. "I'm called Lickety-Split Lynn. Not just for runnin' fast but because I can REALLY split. As in, make more than one of myself at a time."

Closing your eyes, you call on that feeling of wanting to do two things at once, of being torn. Magik Knight, and Madman Mike... they both like you a lot. They're both terrible lechers and bad influences. Which to choose? You hold onto that feeling, and your whole body divides and doubles. With a soft popping sound, you manifest your copy, Lynn #2.

"Alright then," Lynn #2 asks, looking down at her feet and starting to pull off her leather cowboy boots. "So I guess it's gonna be a real party, huh? Just so ya know, Dom, I don't especially mind, uh, letting a guy touch me. So it's your lucky day. You get to have a show and a, uh, a feel of the real thing at the same time. So which one of us do you want, and which one do you wanna watch with Magik, mister?"

You smile nervously, showing the gap in your front teeth. "Ah, heh heh heh.... that's a lil' bit of a joke. On account of she and I are literally identical copies."

"Whoah! Holy shit!" Dom's eyebrows look like they almost hit the ceiling. "You're two girls in one?! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Do you get to feel what the other version is doing?"

Turning to the side to give him a good look at your assets, your copy does her best to strike a sexy pose, too. "Not exactly/quite." the both of you answer awkwardly, slightly out of synch. "Oh, shoot - other Lynn, you go first." you say.

"Like I, er, we - no, I guess it is 'I' after all - like I was saying," copy-Lynn babbles, "we don't feel what the other one is feeling or see what she's seeing. Except when we merge back together, we remember... both things."

"Then I guess I'll take either one!" Dominic says wickedly, pulling his boxers all the way down and exposing his cock.

"Whoah!" you say. "What's wrong with his pecker down there?"

"Dang, I gotta admit, I was thinkin' it, too." the other Lynn says, putting her hands on her cheeks.

Dominic looks slightly annoyed. But Ilyana just laughs seductively. "Uhu hu hu hu.... You must forgive dear Lynn. She doesn't have much experience with men, so this must be the first time she's seeing an un-cut penis. But, Lynn, you naughty girl - you should not be changing the subject or trying to wriggle out of things. Take that!"

With surprising ****, Magik Knight delivers a full-**** smack to your ass with her hand. It actually stings quite a bit and makes you yelp loudly. And you can hear that your copy's butt got the same red handprint on her exposed ass-cheeks as you did.

"Wha... what the heck was that for?!" You whimper, clenching your butt cheeks together and looking down at Magik with a betrayed look. "I ain't tryin' to wiggle out of anything! I know which way this is going which is why I was offering to... to..." you glance over at the man on the bed.

Magik Knight clicks her tongue condescendingly. "No no nooo~ Did not you hear our esteemed guest's request? He wants to see you feel the pleasure of TWO beautiful bodies at once. And you are going to give it to him, you naughty slut."

"I'm not-" you start to protest, but considering your behavior last night, you can't really deny that insult. So you sigh with annoyance. "Dangit Ilyana, the other me just finished explaining, it doesn't work that way! I don't have some kinda psychic link with the other me!"

"Oh yes you can. You very much can." Ilyana's purring, throaty voice chuckles seductively again.

"Oh heck/shit," both versions of you say in stereo as you both come to her same conclusion at the same time. You and your copy look at one another. It's still really weird looking at... her. Like looking at a mirror, except she doesn't move in synch. Your eyes lock with hers, and slowly you look down... taking in the impressive sight of her/your melon-sized breasts, slender-but-not-too-slender waist, and long, athletic thighs.

"Does she mean...?" you vocalize the question meekly to your copy. And she nods. "I figure she does, yup."

"No way!" you say to Ilyana. "That's... that's way too weird! Doin' it with another version of me in the same room is weird enough but that's where I draw the line!"

"If you do..." Ilyana says, putting a finger to her ruby-red lips and fluttering her eyelashes at you, "I will owe you a very big favor, Lynn. Anything you ask for the remainder of our mission, no matter how huge - I will grant it. But this is something I have been imagining since I first learned what you were capable of."

The other Lynn chimes in with a complaint of her own in a high pitched whiny voice. "But that's like... ****, or somethin'!" she protests.

"No it's not!" Rather than Ilyana, it's Dominic on the bed who pushes back. "Not at all! You just said you aren't REALLY identical twin sisters, right? It's cloning, or copying? That isn't ****! It's masturbation!"

The two of them are staring at you. Part of you wants to run out of the room and beat feet. But, if you let yourself get too far down that road of thinking, you will end up splitting yourself again and things could get really confusing. You take a deep breath and sigh. "A-alright.... I'll do it, Ilyana. But you hafta owe me TWO favors. One for each of us. Fully transferrable."

Ilyana laughs and kicks up one of her feet. "Ahhh~! You drive a haaaaaard bargain, Lynn. I am proud of you. You're learning to assert yourself. I cannot wait to see more of your assertive side, hm hm~ Agreed." she clasps her hands together.

When you blink, Ilyana is gone. You and Dominic both glance around and see that she is reclining on the bed behind him, her hand already slipping below the hem of her shorts and starting to tease herself.

You take a deep breath and come face to face with yourself. "Go ahead and keep your outfit on, uh, me." you say softly as you pull down the shoulder straps of your one-piece, letting your huge breasts bounce free of the tight white fabric. "So they can tell us apart if they want... us to do something special."

"Are we sure about this?" Your copy asks, biting her lip cutely.

"I think... I think I'm getting hot. I want to try it. And that means you want to try it too, right?" you ask, trying to get yourself into the role.

"Ah, um..." your copy stares down at your body as you peel the outfit off, down your tummy, and step out of it completely, exposing your hairless pussy, your clit already starting to tingle with anticipation. "I can try anything once, right?"

You get down on your knees, and softly spread Lynn2's legs apart. You tug the fabric of her outfit to the side and start to play with her pussy, sliding your fingertips up and down the edges just like you were with Ilyana. Almost immediately you hear a sweet voice... your own voice, but not from your own lips. She starts softly moaning and gasping as you show her, and the 'audience', your two fingers and then slide them past Lynn2's velvety gates, spreading her retracted labia open and giving everyone in the room (except for her) a good view of the pink. You use your fingers in a corkscrew motion and bring your thumb up to tease over the nub of her clit, just like La Petite Mort taught you yesterday in the aftermath of her porn shoot.

You move your face closer and closer. This is so, so weird. It's the same vagina that you see every morning in the mirror when you're dressing, and which you get a very close look at every time you need to give yourself a bikini wax. Your own cunt is starting to itch and throb with needy anticipation. Maybe there IS some kind of psychic link active? Or maybe you're more into this than you thought. You close your eyes and taste a very familiar musk as you bury your face between Lynn2's thighs and start to slowly lick up and down her cuntlips.

Darn that Ilyana. She's so smug and domineering. You have to get her back for this even if it's only in a little way. As a matter of fact...

Even though you are occupied eating pussy at the moment, Lynn2, being a clone, has the same idea occur. "Hey... hey, Magik Knight, sweetheart..." she says in an unusually breathy, feminine tone of voice. "You remember I said, unhh.... 'transferable', right?"

You manage to smile as you pull your face away from Lynn2's crotch and look over at the beautiful platinum blonde girl reclining sensuously on the bed. "You can handle that side of things then. Go for it, Mr. Dominic. She's all yers."

Ilyana's eyes widen and she gasps. Dom doesn't need more than a moment to react to that. His arm shoots out and wraps around Ilyana's waist in an instant, and yanks her over, hauling her up into his lap, His stiff cock nestles right between her pleather-clad ass cheeks, and his free hand immediately starts groping her tits through her top before sliding it up to let them bounce free. They aren't as big as yours, in fact they're a bit smaller than Wushu Panda's bustline, too. But most people, including you, would call them about as close to 'perfection' as it gets.

Magik Knight could teleport away, of course. But that would mean letting you know you got to her. And sure enough she can't have that. "Ooooh! You... brute..." she murmurs as the man's hands slide all over her body, groping her curves. His beard tickles her cheek as he runs his tongue up and down her neck, keeping one eye on you and your copy the whole time.

Suddenly you lose your balance. It takes a moment for you to realize that it was your own copy that tripped you. Her hands caress your nude, curvaceous body, paying special attention to your bouncy breasts, accented as they are with a fetching spray of freckles. She pinches each of your nipples and leans closer and closer.

Two sets of your own sweaty tis mash and slide against one another, already slick with sweat. A mirror-image of your own face gets closer and closer to yours... you can feel the heat radiating off the cute freckled face you have in common with her. Sparks fly through your body as you close your eyes and your lips touch.