Solo sex is best done with a partner.

The Janets moved past their sleeping sister into the bedroom. Sam snorted loudly, which they both giggled at. After closing the door, they climbed onto the bed together.

"You know," Jake/Janet said, "it's weird having sex in someone else's bed, isn't it? Of all the crazy stuff that's happened, that's still kind of odd to me."

"You know what's even stranger?" Janet asked as she pulled off her shirt, only a thin bra holding up her perky breasts. "It's your bed!"

Jake/Janet laughed. "I forgot about that! God, I feel so much like me that I forget that I'm not." She raised one hand to circle Janet's left nipple slowly. "I'm Janet enough to know what turns you on."

Janet moaned and fell backward onto the mattress. Jake/Janet straddled her, still teasing her breasts. "Holy shit," Janet panted.

"I know, right?" Her doppelganger grinned. "Now watch this..."

With one motion, she reached down and drummed her fingers along Janet's inner thigh. "Remember when Jimmy Patterson used to do that when we did it? Or how Heather Schmidt would..."

Janet gasped as the other woman partially lifted her to slam her into the mattress with her thumb lightly resting on her clitoris.

"OH! Oh, shit! That was, ahhh, ooooooooooh my God, the ear thing! I forgot about that..."

Jake/Janet was gently breathing into her ear while her fingers danced nimbly across her sex. She was more turned on than she'd ever been.

"Oh fuck me, that feels OHFUCKME OH GOD OH JES-" and she was soaking her clone's hand in hot warm juices, more than she thought possible. It seemed to go on endlessly, Janet frozen in a silent scream of sexual ecstasy staring into her own face. Eventually she felt her lower back unclench with a shudder and she was on her back in a puddle of sweat.

Janet slowly caught her breath, her tits heaving rhythmically. Jake/Janet rolled off of her onto her side and grinned.

"God Almighty, I think I almost had a heart attack..." Janet muttered.

"That good?" Jake/Janet seemed legitimately flattered.

A post-coital drowsiness was already stealing over Janet. "Even better..." she slurred as she slipped ****.