a first accident ignites an unexpected passion

The two Zoes' lives gradually adjusted. There were still rough edges to smooth out, like friends asking her questions about her forgetfulness, and their confidence was still quite low. Both Zoes wondered what kind of spells the other was studying.

Indeed, there were differences in this.

The more mentally stable Zoe studied countermeasures to spells and curses because she couldn't get it out of her head that the other might go mad and try to fuse with/**** her.

At the same time, she wondered if there might be spells to "cure" her, but the more she read the grimoire, the less hope she had. The few mental spells in the grimoire served to break or tempt rather than repair the human mind.

The more traumatized Zoe studied more generally, but every now and then her gaze fell on the more obscene spells.

Spells to make the devices levitate and work on their own? Would it work with dildos and vibrators?

Spells to make clothes disappear? Embarrassing, but she'd learned it... for self-defense, of course; a naked mugger would most likely have run away...

But no more spells involving fusion, seduction, and sex... At least she tried to skip those types of pages. Sometimes she'd sit in front of the grimoire for a few minutes reading the spells, imagining what she could do with them to the other Zoe, becoming both horrified and aroused at the same time.

But things couldn't go well forever.

One Saturday night, an accident occurred.

The less stable Zoe had fallen asleep in the old bed during a magic study session. The other Zoe had gone out with friends and returned late. She entered and, without turning on the lights, lay down on the already occupied bed. It didn't take her a few moments to notice the other Zoe asleep; it was a single bed, after all.

Sleeping Zoe instinctively embraced her, snuggling up to her.

Zoe tried to free herself, just to feel her hold tighter.

Zoe turned on the bedside lamp and saw her, beautiful but with a tense, worried face in her sleep.

Zoe was worried but still very tired; not having the energy to argue, she decided to ignore it and sleep.

The next day, Zoe woke up, holding something soft in her hands; a light moan caught her attention.

The other Zoe was asleep on the bed, also fully clothed, and... her hand was on her breasts.

Zoe froze. Was it a dream? No, it wasn't, too real.

She was groping the other her. She didn't want to remove her hand; she pretended to be asleep; it was the only thing she could think of to keep touching.

The other Zoe, however, was already awake and also pretending to be asleep. She noticed that her... little twin's touch didn't bother her, it was actually quite pleasant. Deep down, she knew she should be angry, but she couldn't help admitting that she was, in fact, the one who had crawled into the already occupied bed.

She wondered if, in fact, this whole crazy story from weeks before didn't have something deeper... was she a lesbian? And a narcissist? Did she really want all this and try to deny it? But she couldn't let the other Zoe know. She'd noticed her efforts to deal with her traumas, even if more often it was her friends who pointed it out to him by asking if he was okay.

Being two distinct yet identical people hadn't gone unnoticed as she'd hoped.

But back to the problem, she decided she shouldn't be the first to wake up, continuing to pretend.

So both women feigned sleep, hesitant to reveal to the other that they were awake and both satisfied with their current state of closeness, while a fire was lighting up inside them.