Two Sarah's?

Zayne was shocked. Sarah was shocked. The new girl looked disoriented.

“Zayne, how did I get on your bed?” She asked, “I was just standing there-” She cut off her own speech when she saw the dressed Sarah where she was looking.

“Zayne, what’s happening?” Sarah asked, a mixture of fear and confusion in her voice.

“I’m as confused as you are,” he turned to the new girl, “Hello? Who are you?”

“I’m Sarah? Your sister? Why am I naked?” she asked, though making no real effort to cover herself.

“Zayne! Don’t look at her- me- don’t look!” The clothed Sarah seemed to have finally caught up with the situation, even if she was still flabbergasted.

As she was speaking, Sarah took hold of Zayne’s own comforter and attempted to cover the girl that shared her likeness.

“Ah! SARAH, stop! What- I'm not dressed!” Zayne exclaimed, trying to hold onto his blankets and his own sense of modesty.

“Neither is she! Oh my gosh, Zayne, stop looking!” As Sarah pulled again, she was taken aback by an extra force pulling against her, as the extra girl was now fighting to keep the blankets in place.

“These are his lady! I don't know how you're here but get your hands off.”

Zayne and Sarah both stopped tugging out of sheer confusion at both the new girl's outburst and what she said.

“Good,” she said at the apparent truce. “Now can someone explain why I'm naked and why there's two of me?”

Sarah took a moment to regain her awareness before sighing deeply and speaking again, “Come on follow me, let's get you some clothes,” as she left the room.

“Where are you going? Why are you here?! Who are you?” She shouted after Sarah, before looking at Zayne, “Why is nobody explaining what's happened?”

Zayne realized he had been spoken to. “We don't know. Go with her…so we can both get dressed.”

The Sarah look-alike sighed just like Sarah had moments ago before leaving.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!” Zayne heard shouting across the hall, but didn't know who it was, since the girls had the same voice.

“This is MY room! I'm trying to find you some clothes,” yelled an exasperated voice, clearly the original.

Zayne worked on getting himself dressed too, keeping his head down and his mouth shut, not wanting to get in the middle of it, nor did he have the energy. It wasn't even 8 am yet, and he wanted to shut his door and go back to bed.

Once dressed, he made his way to the living room, where he could still hear the identical voices bantering constantly. He quickly lost track of who was who as he waited in silence, replaying the abnormal events from earlier over in his head.

‘Sarah reacted to touching my forehead. Then there was a flash of light…then ‘Sarah’ was naked on my bed - but also to the side… It doesn't make any sense.’

It was roughly 45 minutes before the girls joined him, though he’d been able to hear them the whole time. They were both dressed in ways Zayne had come to expect from his sister, one was wearing fitted jeans and a purple tank top, carrying the same white sneakers from yesterday, while the other had on a midlength skirt and a t-shirt with glitter and sequins on it; she seemed to be chasing the other.

“Give me my shoes!” the skirted one yelled.

“They’re MY shoes, I have class later, I need them.”

Simultaneous yells of “ZAYNE!” followed by indistinguishable cries for help from both girls.

“Shut up!” Zayne bellowed, annoyed at non-stop banter that has gone on since the girls left his room, both of whom quieted suddenly at his callout, slightly surprised “...Now. I still don’t understand what happened in my room. I have no idea which of you is which since leaving my room, so which of you were naked in my room before?”

Both girls blushed before the one wearing jeans sheepishly identified herself. “That was me… but I don't know h-”

“None of us know how. Or why,” Zayne cut her off. “But from my perspective you're the new arrival. That Sarah,” Zayne indicated the girl in the skirt, “is my sister.”

“I'm…the anomaly?” The girl in the jeans asked, shocked, while the ‘real’ Sarah looked slightly pleased with herself.

“You are,” said Sarah. “Now that that's out of the way can we try to figure out what happened?”

Zayne thought before he spoke, “I honestly have no idea. I know what I saw. If I wasn't still seeing double…”

‘Not-Sarah’ interjected, “You saw something? From my recollection, I was checking your forehead for fever, then I was naked on your bed. You were both freaking out already.”

Sarah spoke up at this, “Wait so you ‘remember’ things I did before you appeared? Do you know what I had for breakfast this morning? Do you remember yesterday?”

“Yeah, yesterday was Zayne's headache. And I- well, you, I guess- made plans to meet Mandy and Kylie for lunch today.”

Sarah’s head dropped at this, “Oh gosh, I forgot. With this morning's chaos, I don't know if I can stand going, I'm already stressed out as it is. I'll have to text them in a bit.”

“Right,” Zayne affirmed his sister's feelings of stress, “but in the meantime, Sarah,” both girls turned toward him, “We have two of you. Do you have any notion of why? You seemed to react to touching my head, I think? What happened?”

Sarah thought for a moment while putting together her answer, “I’m not sure. I thought I was feeling your fever, but then I felt warm, in my own head, my chest, my-” Sarah tried to hide her face as she blushed at memory of the specific locations,” …then there was the flash of light, and she was here.” Sarah almost sneered at her double, trying to maintain herself. “And without any clothes, at that.”

“Hey, don't take that out on me, we still don't know what really happened,” ‘Other-Sarah’ said. “This certainly isn't my fault.”

Zayne could feel tensions rising again so he spoke up quickly, “Sarah’s right. ‘New Sarah,'” he corrected at a look from his sister. “We may be able to recall the sequence of events, but we don't yet understand them.”

Sarah conceded Zayne's point, quickly adding, “I am not interested in trying to recreate these events, if that's what you're implying. We're in over our heads right now as it is. Why would you want to do it again?” She looked at her ‘twin’ and remembered the state of her arrival. “Don't answer that.”

Sarah looked at her phone and noted the time. “I have class soon. I don't know if I should go or not, but I'd really love to get away from this and find some normalcy.”

She turned to her doppelganger, “Can I have my shoes, please?” She asked, obviously trying very hard to be polite. The girl relinquished the shoes, remembering that she's the reason everyone is stressed.

“Are you actually leaving?” Zayne asked.

“I don't know. I'm overwhelmed.” She sighed deeply. “Are you not?”

Zayne expressed sympathy for his sister, “I know. I believe it. If I'd had something like this,” he gestured toward the girl who shared his sister's likeness, “happen to me, I'd probably feel the same.”

He turned to the new girl, “Sorry I don't mean to make you out to be a… monster. A ‘thing.’ You seem to have feelings, too, we just still don't know how to handle you.”

As Zayne looked between the two girls, they had similar looks on their faces, but he guessed they felt fairly differently at this moment. “I’m definitely at a loss, myself, for what’s happening. We’re all in new territory. Sarah, why don’t you go to class, go have lunch with Kylie and Mandy, and I’ll stay home with…’other Sarah.’ It’ll give things a chance to calm down, and get our heads back on straight.”

Sarah shook her head, “No, yeah, ok. I’m not crazy about leaving her here alone with you. But I need time to think.”

Sarah walked out the door, got into her car and left.

‘New Sarah’ looked at Zayne, “So what now? Any theories on what happened?”

“No. The only thing I’m really sure about is that you’re the new one, since one second Sarah was checking my forehead, then the next there were two of her- you. And you were naked. Some kind uber-natural duplication went down that was specific to Sarah. Why else wouldn’t you have clothes?” Zayne reasoned.

“I guess that makes sense,” ‘Sarah’ said.

“But you said you ‘remember’ things from before that? Which follows with why you'd think you're the Sarah. Do you have all her memories?” Zayne was really trying to dive into figuring things out.

“I think so. I remember breakfast this morning, I remember your headache yesterday. I remember Mom's away for the week.”

“Shit, Mom…I don't know how we're going to explain you yet. We'll have to cross that bridge eventually,” Zayne lamented. “Not looking forward to that.”

Zayne thought for a second, then reached out and layed his palm on the girl's forearm. She sat unflinching, waiting, wondering if something would happen.

But nothing did. And Zayne finally exhaled, “I wasn’t sure if that would do anything. Part of me wanted something to happen.”

“But we both dreaded it happening again,” ‘Sarah’ said, seeming to complete his thought.

Zayne nodded, “Right. But we need to find out what caused…you.”

‘New Sarah’ agreed, nodding.

“So what's different about you? You surely can't just be an exact replica of my sister. But that's literally all that you were at the start. You had no clothes…it was like she was reborn,” Zayne exposited.

“Technically you were naked too, right? You were in bed, and I know you sleep naked,” the girl teased.

Zayne pondered. “Do you think it has something to do with that? You think we need to undress?”

“We could try,” she suggested, as she started removing the clothes she'd put on earlier.

Zayne started undressing too, though much more tentatively than his sister's doppelganger. They were soon both naked in the living room, with Zayne using his hands to try to cover himself, though the girl who looked like his sister had much less modesty.

“...Do you want to try touching me now?” She asked. “That came out wrong,” she blushed, “You know what I meant.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Zayne nodded and stepped forward, and put his hand on her shoulder and held it there. “Do you feel anything? Anything like what Sarah described earlier?”

“No. Nothing. But your touch is nice. You have nice hands,” the girl responded. Zayne dropped his hands, and looked at this girl.

“Thanks. …You're pretty too,” he admitted, looking after his sister's naked body. It was his turn blush, as he'd never had the chance or freedom to just look before.

“We should probably get dressed,” and he started picking up his clothes.

“Aw, are you sure?” She asked, closing the distance between their bodies. “I thought this was kinda nice.”

Zayne froze as she pressed her nude body up against his, laying a hand on his chest.

“Umm…I guess you d-don't have to get d-dressed if you don't wa-want to,” he fumbled his words trying not to look at his sister's body.

“But what do you want me to do? Do you really want me to put clothes on?” Still pressed up against him, the hand on his chest fell slowly until she reached his cock, which she wrapped her hand and began stroking.

“W-what are you doing?!” Zayne had some difficulty getting the words out - her actions felt good, but he was very uncomfortable with them. “Oh gosh,” as the pleasure started sinking in.

“Don't get dressed. Don't stop.”

“I just want to make you happy, Zayne. It was hard to feel at first because the other one was here…too much noise and confusion. But not anymore. I want what you want.”

Zayne couldn't hold back anymore, her words and ministrations were too much together, and he unloaded cum all over the two of them.