The Fixing

I had a chance to do something special now. Not only to get Gretch to +100…

But to double up on Gretchen.

Two Gretchens.

Twin Gretchens.

At my command.

Jesus. Ever since that monumental reveal she dropped on my lap yesterday, I had been in a state of perma-boner.

This needed to happen. I needed to bring Mimi into my life.

At this point, the +100 would be a nice side bonus. Mimi was my main goal for the day.

I was no expert psychologist, but according to everything Gretchen told me about the current state of their relationship…

Well, whatever. This was easily the best clue I had to getting the final point.

If not, I’ll live with it.

It was just a really fucking long drive. Too long to even play around with Gretch. If I edged her for so many hours she might drive off the road.

So my first assumptions about her were somewhat correct. She had practically ran from her family, her hometown, and decided to make it in the big city alone. That’s why no family photos on her desk. Her work was her family.

Now it was me. As of yesterday.

Considering the nature of our relationship, should Gretch move in with me? Or should I move from my shitty apartment to her luxurious suite?

…Fuck. As much as I wanted to do that, it was still too risky. If Maria found out me and Gretch were shacking up… Well, it would be really fucking weird, wouldn’t it? Weird enough to **** a re-examination of my FBI story. No, things needed to stay secret. For now.

Speaking of which, thanks to the long drive I at least had time to go through the 20-something text messages Gloria had sent me in the last 12 hours. Which was still less than yesterday. Perhaps she was finally cooling down?

I didn’t see anything worrisome in the messages. No threats about telling everything to Maria, if I wouldn’t reply. No threats at all, in fact.

Just lovey-dovey stuff, telling me how she thought about me when she woke up and sent me a kissy photo. Her trying to ask when we should meet again etc.

This needed to end, though. I needed to make our relationship a lot clearer to Gloria on Monday.

Gloria’s messages didn’t worry me. It was the lack of anything from Michelle that worried me.

What did Michelle think when she woke up? Did Maddy tell her the fake story I had told her? That me and Michelle hatched things out and she just fell asleep? Would she join in on the lie? What did she think about me giving her seven orgasms just like that?

All of it had to be fucking up her brain. Then again, in that state, what could she possibly message me?

Should I contact her first? Damn. There were so many variables here.

Gretchen was sneaking peeks at me again. She didn’t look as happy as she did at morning.

“Alright, alright. You’re probably wondering why we are going to visit Mimi, aren’t you? Well. Here’s what’s going to happen.”

The trip was painfully long, but we finally made it.

Gretchen stopped in front of a yellow house in the middle of some suburbia. It was a nice looking house. Seems like Mimi was making an alright living for herself. Apparently she was living with some guy named Greg. There was a chance he was home, but honestly, it didn’t matter much. It wouldn’t change the plans I had.

I turned to Gretch.

“Do you understand, what you need to do?”

She nodded. With a frown.

Hmm. Would this actually work if her heart wasn’t into it? I mean on a technical level, yes, but would the app accept the issue as “fixed”?

“Gretchen. Answer me honestly. Do you want to do this?”

She looked into my eyes for a few seconds, and really thought about it.

Then she nodded again.

…Really?

“Would you do this if I didn’t order you to do this?”

She looked down.

“…master… no. I wouldn’t. But I’’ll do it. I want do it, because you want me to do it.”

Shit. Was I completely off? Maybe she didn’t regret this stuff at all?

Or maybe it was just that hard to do?

Here’s hoping it’s the latter.

I dug a key out of my pocket.

“Well, we’re doing this. Come here, let’s take the collar off…”

Gretchen flinched, as I got closer to her with the key. I sighed. The thing had been around her neck for 12 hours now. And it looked like she really didn’t want it to ever come off again.

“Do you want your sister to see that?”

“…I don’t care master. I don’t care if the whole… world sees it.”

“Yeah, but I do. So get the fuck over here. You can put it back on in private.”

She let out a small, anguished moan as the metallic grip on her neck was finally released.

I softly stroked her small neck.

“Besides, how am I going to **** you with my hand when this thing is around it?”

To demonstrate, I immediately grabbed her neck and squeezed tight. Her cheeks became flushed with lust in just a second.

“Now. Stop being a baby. And do what I asked.”

She nodded enthusiastically now. I let her go free, to her disappointment.

We exited the car, and stretched after what felt like an eternity inside a car.

We walked up to her door.

Gretchen knocked on it. And then rang a doorbell.

Please be home. Please be home. Please-

“Yes?” a sweet feminine voice answered, as the door opened up.

The same feminine voice I had heard multiple times today also.

Yup. There she was. An actual clone of Gretchen.

Only this one had red hair. But the body was something I had seen dozens of time naked at this point. I could just eyeball it, even through her casual clothes. The exact measurements of Gretchen.

Mimi. Welcome to the family.

Mimi’s eyes went wide with shock from seeing Gretch.

She didn’t know what to say, and just left her mouth hang open.

Gretchen had to be the first to start. She lifted her hand awkwardly, as if to wave “hello” to her sister.

“Hiya… Sis,” she said with a very fake smile plastered on her face.

“What in the name of… fuck?” Mimi finally reacted.

“Yeah, um… I… I mean we… We were driving by the area, and… I felt like I needed to visit you.”

“Hi. I’m Jack,” I spoke up.

Mimi was just staring at me coldly. Like my introduction wasn’t enough.

“I’m Gretchen’s boyfriend.”

Mimi took a few moments to get her head together.

“So… you guys were just driving around… in here? Like fucking hours away from where you live, Gretch?”

Oh. She called her Gretch too. Perhaps that’s why Gretchen hated the nickname?

“Yeah… Well… Maybe we went a little out of our way to get here… Because… We need to talk.”

Mimi rubbed her temple in contemplation.

“…I know. That’s why I called you on Wednesday. A call that was denied for some reason.”

She wanted to talk too?

“Yeah, so-sorry about that. I’m here… to make up for it.”

All of that sounded really tough for Gretchen to say.

“Are you alright, Gretch? You don’t sound like yourself.” Damn. Mimi noticed it too.

Gretchen breathed in. “Can you just… please. For fuck’s sake. Can we come inside already?”

There we go. Now Gretchen was beginning to sound more like her old self.

“I don’t know. I really wasn’t expecting any guests. See what I’m wearing? You guys really springed this on me.” Yeah. Understandable. It looked like she had just thrown on some old football jersey.

“It won’t take long, Mimi. Seriously. Christ. I’m trying to the be the good person here.”

“Oh you’re the good person? Don’t make me laugh. How dare you claim that after what happened the last time?”

“It’s was your fucking-“ I grabbed Gretchen’s shoulder. She was forgetting her role, and falling into her old habits. She breathed in, and regained her cool. “You… You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s your house. Please. Can we come inside?”

Mimi was growing really suspicious now, looking at the both of us. Who was I? How did I calm Gretchen down just like that?

“…okay, you can come inside. But watch for your shoes. I don’t want any mud here.”

I have to say, personality-wise, she reminded me of old Gretchen. Perhaps that was the reason for their multiple fights? Since they were both the irritable type, maybe it was easy to fall into those patterns?

We stepped in.

Next, a lot of talking.

Mimi and Gretchen talked about everything that had happened in their lives for the last two years. And that took a while.

It wasn’t a warm conversation, though. There was clear oneupsmanship going on. Mimi got a promotion, Gretchen got a new office. Gretchen’s house was freshly renovated, Mimi was featured on local news. Et cetera. The sisters tried their best to prove why one was better than the other.

We found out why Mimi had tried to call Gretchen on Wednesday. Apparently she and Greg had just broken up, after being years together. So in a moment of emotional weakness, she called her sister. Only to be hung up upon.

So in that sense, it looked like Gretchen was winning in the relationship department. That’s why Mimi was soon giving me the third degree, trying to find out everything about me and why I was a crappy choice for Gretchen.

“So tell me. What is your favorite thing about Gretch here?”

She was trying to get me to trip up.

“Oh. I only care about looks. Thankfully she’s extremely hot,” I said, trying to sound witty. Gretchen just nervously laughed, as if that was the funniest joke she’d heard in a while.

“Haha. Well, thanks for the praise as well,” Mimi said, smiling sarcastically.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“…Well isn’t it obvious?”

“No, explain.” I was acting stupid on purpose. I saw an opportunity.

“Well duh, we’re identical twins. You compliment her looks, and you compliment mine.”

“What? No way you’re identical. You look so different.”

“Seriously? She didn’t tell you? You can’t see it?”

I took a moment turning my head between the two, comparing.

“No. I don’t.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake. Gretch, come here. Stand next to me.”

And just like that, in a few moments they were both standing in front of me. I cocked my head and examined them closely, but…

“You know what could help? Smush your cheeks together. I want to see it real close.”

“Oh come on. I know our hair’s different, but…”

Meanwhile, Gretchen was already pushing her face closer to Mimi. Mimi turned to her in confusion.

“Seriously?”

“Let’s just do it, if it helps him, okay?” she asked sweetly.

Mimi sighed, and did what I asked. She pushed her cheek right on to Gretchen’s cheek. Two gorgeous identical faces smashing together.

“Okay, now give me a great big smile.”

Gretchen obeyed immediately, Mimi did it only after rolling her eyes first. Two sexy twins smiling at me. Oh yeah. I could definitely get used to this vision. (MIMI: +1SP) (+1SP)

Great. That’s all that I needed. To get just one point during our first meeting. Things were off to a great start.

Could I go for two?

“Can you guys also do a small twirl?”

“Oh fuck off. Really, this guy, Gretch?”

“Um…”

Yeah, it wasn’t going to happen. Time to move on.

Gretchen looked at me. I tapped at my side. That was our signal. It was time for her to do what we came here to do.

She swallowed, and turned to Mimi.

“Mimi. I have to tell you something. And I want you to… just listen, okay?”

Gretchen’s face was deadly serious. And Mimi noticed it too. She nodded silently.

“What happened two years ago…” she breathed in. “It was all my… fault.” Mimi looked genuinely surprised. “I know you did some stuff… I did somes stuff… It was a really messy affair. But when I said… When I said I wished you had died in the womb… Well I more than crossed the line. You didn’t deserve it. No matter… what you did.”

I happened to know what Mimi did. And some would argue what Gretchen said was not that bad compared to it. But that wasn’t the point.

“I… In my life… With all my accomplishments… Nothing drives away the fact that… I was a twin. And… I want to be a twin again. Like we…. were always meant to be.”

She looked into Mimi’s eyes. “Can we start fresh again? Please? And just… be sisters?”

Mimi tried to look tough, but couldn’t. Tears began streaming down her face.

As did Gretchen’s.

Then Mimi just hugged Gretchen.

Silently, tightly, gently.

They cried together for a long time.

(GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+100SP)