Awakening

I slammed the door behind us - behind me - and immediately collided with the back of the naked doll. She - goddammit - was standing just inside the front room, solid as a pillar of mesocrete, and did not move in the slightest as I was pressed up against her by the weight of the door.

"Move forward," I whined, uncomfortably aware of the feeling of my own ass pressed into my groin.

"Complying." The doll took three steps forward, enough to give me some space, but only barely, and I slipped past it into the room. I refused to look at it, instead storming up the worn steps to the floor where my 'family' was sleeping.

"What the fucking fuck Evan," I pounded on his door so hard I left a smear of blood. "Wake up you piece of shit!" I can't remember what else I said, but I still have the bruises on my knuckles even now four weeks later.

It's Dad who woke up first, looming from behind me and grabbing my wrists firmly.

"Georgia, what the hell," his gruff voice in my ear. "Aren't you meant to be at work?"

I turned, struggling against his grip, but he manhandled me in the same direction and pushed me up against the wall beside my brother's door. "Evan, he... he-" I burst into tears, **** on the words.

"What did he do," Dad asked quietly, but not gently. He was pissed, seriously mad about this disturbance so 'early' in the morning.

"Look... down-" sob "-stairs," was all I could manage to say. He grunted and let go of me, and I slumped down, suddenly unsupported, to the floor.

I don't think it was long. It can't have been. But it felt like ages before the greasy bulk of my brother emerged from his bedroom. He looked down at me and just said "What?" before shrugging at my lack of response and shambling down the stairs.

My thighs clench painfully around my hand, the wail of my robot clone on the other side of the wall in perfect unison with the wail from my own lungs. How does he do it? The replica me is so vocal and - somehow - hearing them draws a similar enthusiasm from the real me. I don't normally make noises like this, do I? Certainly no boyfriend that I've had has managed to provoke them.

I've barely managed to collect myself before I start to hear her again. I groan, only a little from frustration, and roll reluctantly onto my front, desperately trying to suppress my louder utterances, to deny the frenzy that is creeping up again...

I sullenly sloped down the stairs to find my father looking amused as his piece of shit eldest offspring pawed with childish excitement at the immobile, naked carbon copy of his youngest.

"I can't believe I won," he whooped, breathy voice rasping over the words, lungs struggling with the effort. "I can't believe it."

Dad looked up at my approach, feeble attempts to contain his mirth visible: a pathetic attempt at fatherly propriety.

"Well?" I demanded, arms folded across my lime green uniform shirt.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to say something?"

"What should I be saying?"

"I don't know, something about what the fuck, Evan, you got a robot clone of your sister to use as a sex doll, that's super fucked up and creepy? Something like that?"

"It's just a toy, Georgia. Besides, you heard him, he didn't think he'd win the lottery."

"Just a toy?" I was screeching. "I know you've seen the adverts too. This thing is biologically virtually identical to me. Musk knows what brain he got put in there but the body is sculpted after me down to the micron. It's even got my scar!"

"Yeah but it's not you Georgia. Think about it this way - anything he does to the doll, he won't be doing to the actual you. How about that? Isn't that a good thing?"

I just stared back at him, disbelief at the revolting idiocy of that statement; the casual suggestion that without the 'toy' it would be only natural for my brother to be taking liberties with my actual body and that I should now be grateful this ghastly creation was now in our home.

I was still staring when I heard a chime and then my voice from across the room.

"Evan? Dad? ... Wait... is that?" It paused. "Am I... I'm naked? What the fu-"

I looked across to see Evan's hand outstretched in front of the doll's face. Everyone knows from the adverts, that's how you open the command menu for the dolls. The counterfeit me stood frozen, mid gesture, finger pointing back and pressing gently into my brother's chest.

"Evan, did I just hear... does the doll think... did you..." I can't even begin to comprehend the horror of what I heard it say. "You actually got my mind implanted in it? You literally got a copy of me, in every detail, to be your fuck toy?"

I could see a glowing holographic screen surrounding my brother's face, a selection cursor moving with his gaze across a myriad of options. A series of gentle chiming sounds accompanied every selection he made, and the whole process was over in a few seconds as I stared, dumbly, as frozen as the robot.

When he pulled his hand away from the lifeless face, I saw myself shiver and shrug, limbs falling back momentarily into a neutral posture, before adopting a considerably less aggressive stance than before. I saw my own eyes track about the room, lingering when they registered me, before returning to the form of my brother standing in front of them, barely two feet away. And I saw my own lips form a smile.

When Evan clumsily grabbed for a boob - my boob - the robot let out a gasp and parted it's lips. He pawed at the flawless skin of my tummy, hand groping down... and I couldn't bear to watch any more. I turned and fled back up the stairs, slamming the door of my room shut and almost breaking the screen of the hand print scanner to engage the lock.