The Clones Stay In Character

"Man, how come he gets the milf." August sighed, removing her scrunchies from her hair and letting it fall down, resting on her shoulders. The sounds of the master bedframe creaking and muffled moans, even from a room away, were unignorably audible.

"Because we get these cuties." Michaela said, wiping a blotch of cum from August's cheek that she missed. "If you wanna fuck my mom so bad, you can come over another day, August. Not too often we get to shack up in some high school hotties these days, right?" The eldest Thompson daughter, her mind overridden by a fragment of Jonny's twisted personality, turned their flatscreen TV on and bumped the volume up a few notches.

"True, true." August ducked into the bathroom to make sure she was presentable. Looked fine, the cute smile staring back in the mirror showed no signs of the clone's control. He did decide to forgo the hoodie, but kept on August's delicious jean shorts. "Last time we had high school bodies this good was that boarding school in Germany."

"Oh, shit!" Michaela laughed, remembering those escapades from a few months ago. Jonny spent a few nights in the girl's dorms with an abundance of thick & curvy blonde chicks. "They put something in that German water, man."

"Yeah, to make their tits fat." August said, before both girls jolted slightly at the sharp knocks on the apartment's door.

"Ready, August?" Michaela ran a hand up her friend's leg, preparing to restrain herself soon.

"Duh, Kayla." 'August' slapped her molester's rack, both girls appreciating her double D's jiggling beneath the cut t-shirt. They opened the door to their smiling friends, welcoming Lexi and Trisha inside.

"Jeez, thanks for hosting last minute." Lexi said as she took off her platform shoes by the door... going from around Michaela's height to a good few inches shorter. Her fashion sense was quite similar to Michaela's as she arrived in a black crop top, containing her small breasts and showing off her skinny, flat stomach, as well as a pair of dark green booty shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination. The petite Filipina did have a fashionable-looking hoodie wrapped around her waist too, though, and wore several wristbands and miscellaneous jewelry. Her face was done up sharply with make-up, heavy on the eyeliner and filled-in eyebrows, giving her a cute yet sharp face. Lexi's short black bangs were eye-catching, considering the girl liked to change her hairstyle far too often.

"I thought your mom didn't like surprises, Kayla." Trisha joked, sliding off her flats. Her height was just a hair shorter than August, and by more than one account she was a big girl. Not that Jonny had any problems with full-figured women, but he did prefer those with more weight distributed to their tits. The black girl had on a jean jacket with a tank top underneath, her tits looking nice but not as nice as the Thompson ladies. As for her lower body, Trisha wore a skimpy yellow skirt with black tights underneath, hugging her shapely legs and thighs. Even without looking up her skirt, 'Michaela' and 'August' could tell from her hips that this girl had an absolute dumptruck ass.

"Ah, well some surprises are better than others." Michaela deftly dodged the remark about her mother, currently getting plowed by the man who invaded their household just a single room over. "C'mon, let's watch something while we figure out what to do." The gal pals crashed on the two couches by the TV, Trisha and Lexi taking one and August and Michaela sitting quite close together on the other. It was tuned to a vapid, daytime talk show that the girls ate up. Minor celebrities gave their input on current events as the girls chatted about what (they thought) they were going to do today.

"Hitting up the food courts might not be a bad idea." Lexi suggested, her eyes focused on the screen and not her friends' shifty behavior on the couch over. "Not the one off 7th Street though. Security there's full of fucking creeps."

"Oh God, it really was." Trisha sighed. "The two of us went yesterday for kebabs, and the stupid mall cop there didn't even try to hide the fact he was eyeing us up the whole time we were in line!"

"I feel that." August said, feigning sympathy as her pussy grew damp beneath her shorts. "This one guy recently got real fucking touchy with my legs."

"Squeezed my boobs, too." Michaela added, hefting her rack for good measure.

"Oh my God, Kayla." Trisha was shocked. "Did you call the cops on his sick ass? I'd have half a mind to beat that motherfucker to **** if I saw him."

"Yeah, we did, girl..." Michaela answered. "The police don't care, though. Called in to report what just happened, and a description of the guy. Got the usual bullshit on sexual harassment and they said they'd look into it."

"You need to start packing when you go out without the group of us, Kayla. You too, August." Lexi took out a small canister of mace from her pocket. "You really can't be too careful with all the creeps these days."

"That's a good idea. I'll have to look into that." August softly agreed, having finished selling the other girls their BS story to kill time. The clones thought it hilarious that Trisha and Lexi were talking to a creep in control of their friend's nubile bodies, with Michaela's room in disrepair from all the fucking between the ladies.

"Pass the remote, let's check Boomerang or something." Lexi put up her hands, and Michaela tossed the TV remote to the other couch.

As it was in the air, both clones realized that the TV takes a second to tune in to the next channel when it's changed.

And there's no audio in that brief moment when it's adjusting.

And that Jonny was busy fucking Catherine in the next room over, behind a thin wall and door.

They couldn't verbalize any last-minute excuse or dissuasion as one of Lexi's black-painted fingernails punched in the channel numbers.