Meeting Katie's copies

You chuckle at the photo that just popped up on your phone: a selfie of David and Jessica lying on her bed, both flashing victory signs. Her mouth is stuffed full of his thick cock, and the triumphant gleam in their eyes makes you smirk.

From her perch on the teacher’s desk, Claire swings her legs slightly, her glasses catching the light as she fidgets: -What’s so funny?- she asks, tilting her head curiously.

-Just a picture.- You reply, slipping your phone back into your pocket, your smile lingering.

Claire groans, crossing her arms in frustration: -What’s taking them so long?- she complains, glancing at the clock. It’s been ten minutes since you summoned Katie’s clones, and they’re still nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, you’ve been pacing the classroom where your last lecture wrapped up, the room empty except for the two of you. Mr. Porter’s deflated skin still sits slumped over a chair, in case you need it, though you're not quite eager to slip back into a male form—unless it’s your original body.

-Well.- You tease, stepping closer to Claire with a playful grin: -Since we’re stuck waiting, why don’t we make ourselves a little more comfortable?-.

Claire raises a brow, her lips quirking into a faint smirk: -If that’s what you want, Katie.-.

You hesitate for the briefest moment, but Claire’s relaxed acceptance puts you at ease. After all, she’s a copy of Katie, and right now, you are Katie: there’s no reason for her to question your actions, even if she may find her real self's sudden sexual hunger a bit strange. Though, the real Katie has deeply explored Jessica's form in the last week.

You take another step forward until your knees graze hers, reaching out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

-We’ve never done this before.- She murmurs, her tone more curious than hesitant.

-You ready to have sex with yourself?- You flirt, a wicked glint in your eyes.

Claire’s smile widens, and she leans forward slightly: -What are you talking about, Katie? I’m just Claire, your sexy best friend. This is just a little… sharing between friends, isn’t it?-.

God, you love this girl. Your hands slide down to her hips, your fingers splaying over the fabric of her jeans, firm but possessive. Slowly, you lean in, brushing your lips against hers. At first, the kiss is tentative, but Claire matches your rhythm, tilting her head and leaning into you. As the kiss deepens, her arms loop around your neck, pulling you closer, her soft sighs encouraging you to press harder. Your hands begin to explore, trailing down her back, gripping her thighs.

When you pull away, her cheeks are flushed, her lips slightly swollen. She lets out a soft laugh: -Wow, I didn’t know I was such a good kisser.- she teases, her earlier façade slipping.

Smirking, you lean closer, your breath brushing against her ear: -Let’s see if I’m good at using my lips somewhere else, too.-.

Claire blinks, her surprise giving way to a bashful smile as you kneel in front of her, your hands tugging down her leggings and panties in one smooth motion. Her pussy is neatly trimmed, the light hairs a softer shade than her long red mane. You pause for just a second, your gaze flicking up to meet hers. For a moment, a thought crosses your mind: are you really about to eat out your own sister's pussy?

The thought barely registers before you dive in, your tongue darting out to flick against her clit. Claire’s head tilts back, her gasp breaking into a series of soft, breathy moans. Encouraged, you lap at her slit, your tongue dipping deeper, savoring the heat and wetness as you push her closer to the edge.

-Oh, God, Katie! Ah—ahh!- She cries out, one hand gripping the edge of the desk for balance while the other slides beneath her top to toy with her breasts. Her body shudders as your fingers join the mix, pumping into her while your tongue focuses on her sensitive bud. Her walls clench around your digits, her cries reaching a crescendo as she comes hard, her juices dripping down your hand and neck.

You pull back, licking your lips as you flex your fingers, letting her arousal glisten in the light. Your former sister slumps against the desk, her breath ragged, her face flushed with pleasure. Rather than bothering you, the sight only stokes the heat building between your legs.

-My turn~- You purr, standing to reveal your own dripping wetness. Claire doesn’t need further instruction. With a knowing glint, she switches places with you, her hands already reaching to part your thighs as you recline on the desk.

-Ohh yes, keep it going bestie~!!- You spur her, your form already quivering in pleasure. Suddenly, however, the door creaks open, and a sharp gasp cuts through the air. Your head snaps up to see Megan standing in the doorway, her freckled cheeks flushed as she takes in the scene.

-What are you doing?? Why are you doing this… without me?- She pouts, quickly masking her shock with a naughty grin. She saunters inside with deliberate steps, her auburn hair swaying. Megan was the first person at school that Katie thought of, since she had an easy time asking her for a moment in private; plus, this was her naughty way to reconnect with her childhood friend-now-stalker and integrating her into her life altogether. In a sense, she did her a favor.

-Get lost, bitch, it’s my turn now.- She declares, unceremoniously pulling Claire away and plunging between your legs. Claire stumbles back with a giggle, shooting Megan a playful glare before retreating to a nearby desk, where one hand promptly finds her chest again and the other her pussy. Megan’s enthusiasm is immediate, her tongue working you over with surprising skill.

-Megan, oh God! I knew you had it in you!~- You moan, your body trembling with each stroke of her tongue.

The sound of the door opening again draws your attention. This time, it’s one of the Kim twins, her dark eyes glinting with something sinister as she steps inside: -Gosh, you had no idea how clingy... oh, am I interrupting?- she asks, her tone mockingly gruff, unfitting for the skin she's wearing.

-Glad you could make it, Yuna.- Claire calls from her nest.

Yuna grins, her fingers moving her fringe from right to left: -Yuna? No, I’m Hana now!- she says with a mischievous laugh. As she shifts her bangs back and forth, her grin widens: -Now Yuna, now Hana. Get it?-. With her, Katie went for maximum effort, maximum reward: it took her days to finally isolate one of the twins (after several attempts, she cornered Yuna in the bathroom), delighted at the idea of putting some secret asymmetry in their symbiotic existence.

You roll your eyes: -All right, fun’s over for now.-. Reluctantly, you and Megan compose yourselves, though the flush of pleasure lingers.

-Sister dearest is waiting down the hall.- Yuna hints at the door with her thumb: -You should have seen her face when I told her I had a surprise for her! Like, these two never kept a secret from each other.-. You then leave Megan and Claire to 'get more acquainted with themselves', and move outside as they are already making out.

Hana is standing at the end of the hallway, her arms crossed, her usual air of annoyance amplified as she taps her foot impatiently. Her sharp eyes narrow when she spots you approaching with her sister.

-Katie, what’s this about?- She demands, her gaze flickering to Yuna. Her tone shifts into something sharper as she adds: -Yuna, your fringe is off. What the hell is wrong with you today? You’re acting weird.-.

Yuna’s hand instinctively goes to her bangs, smoothing them back into place. You roll your eyes at her reaction, sighing loudly: -Today only? Well, I’d say that’s proof she’s been doing her job pretty well the last week, wouldn’t you… me?-.

As for a cue, Yuna grins and reached up, peeling her face off with a dramatic flourish. Hana freezes, her eyes widening in horror.

-What… what the hell?! Two Katies?! You—what did you do to-

-What I'm doing to you now.- You cut her out, zapping her point-blank. Hana’s skin deflates, crumpling onto the floor. Yuna reaches into your bag and pulls out a Katie skin (or rather, unbeknownst to her, a Katie-you skin). Working together, the two of you quickly strip Hana’s body and slip the skin inside. With another zap, Hana reinflates, nude and sitting, her lips curling into a knowing smirk toward you before turning to her 'sister'.

-Ehm-ehm, Yuna, aren't you missing something?-.

Yuna grins, grabbing the face hanging from her neck and pressing it back into place. Hana meanwhile has redressed, and then they turn to you in unison, their identical, cold stares now perfected. To anyone else, the Kim twins would appear as they always had, their specular relationship intact; and, in a sense, to Yuna as well.

But you (and Hana) know better. You bit your lip, feeling a thrill of excitement as you think about the perfect switch you’ve orchestrated: Yuna, now unknowingly the tricked, and Hana, the trickster. You reasoned about this for a while, and even if you know that it's a liability to leave the two Katie clones at their current places, it's simply too tempting to have some more unwilling puppets to play with.

-If we’re done here.- Yuna says flatly: -we’ve got better things to do.-.

-Like eating each other’s pussy until we’re screaming.- Hana deadpans in the same aloof tone.

The two of them burst into laughter, their facade cracking as they momentarily break character. You cross your arms, grinning at the chaos you’ve created and already imagining the mischief to come at Lila's party this weekend.

-Why don’t you two follow me to the classroom?- You then suggest: -Megan and Claire would love to see how well you two… handle group projects.-.

The twins exchange a quick, mischievous glance before nodding: -We agree.- they say in perfect unison.

As they fall into step beside you, you feel the anticipation bubbling in your chest. The morning has been fun, but you have no doubt the best is yet to come.