Hail, hail, the gang's all here, Sarah thought bitterly to herself, seeing Rachel power through the doors of the lab, her high heels making her the tallest person in the room save for Delphine.
What a barrel of monkeys.
You had Helena, snitching from Cosima's candy dish—set out in a laboratory just for her, really just a petri dish with some Skittles in it. Then there was Allison, seated primly among the Bunsen burners like she was running for Queen of Science. Herself, her leather jacket making her look as out of place there as anywhere else. Delphine and Cosima, the science twins, their lab coats making them into one of those couples that dressed alike. And now Rachel Duncan, hell on heels, her smartly dressed business attire the final note of conspicuousness to make them all look like they'd drawn jury duty.
Maybe next they'd find a clown clone. Say that five times fast.
"Well, what is it?" Rachel asked. "I take it you're all still refusing to consider the Dyad Institute's generous offer—"
"Can we just table the corporate intrigue for one sec?" Sarah asked. "If my life has to become a sci-fi movie, I'd rather it not be hard sci-fi."
Delphine started to raise her hand in protest, but Cosima quelled her.
Rachel crossed her arms, immediately looking like she was Tough On Crime. "That doesn't leave us much to talk about. We don't exactly have many commonalities."
"I don't know, Allison has a bit of a stick up her ass too—"
Allison shot up. "I would never put a stick in my ass!"
Cosima interrupted. "I think what Sarah's trying to say is that there are more important matters." She glanced to Helena, who was reaching for the candy dish once more. "Right, Hel?"
"Yes," Helena said, waving her palm in front of her face to examine how it had been smeared with color by the Skittles. "Very important matters for all sister-sisters."
"Please don't tell me you're going to let her do the explaining," Rachel said.
Cosima adjusted her glasses. "During my study of our blood samples, I uncovered an anomaly. It took a lot of gene sequencing, but I think that the Leda Project accidentally contaminated the cloning process with—"
"We're one percent cat," Sarah interrupted.
"We'd be an entirely different species if that were true," Cosima said. "It's more like zero-point-zero-zero-zero—"
"A lot of zeros," Delphine clarified.
"Point one percent," Cosima concluded. "We're just... not dog people!"
Helena laughed. "I don't think this is very funny," Allison sniffed.
"What does that mean?" Rachel insisted.
"Very little," Cosima replied. "But based on preliminary analysis, I believe it may be possible for us to go into heat."
"Oh." Rachel glanced at Sarah. "So
that's
how you're explaining it..."
"Say again, mate?"
"How you're explaining the situation, of course."
Sarah's brow furrowed. "One of these days, you and your nineties indie band haircut—"
Cosima interrupted again. "It's not as bad as it sounds. This genome anomaly technically makes us a mutation, and when this 'mating season' begins, we would only be attracted to members of the same subspecies."
"So what're you saying?" Allison asked. "That we're all going to be... attracted to each other?" She looked at Cosima dubiously—but curiously.
"Yeah, like that'll be something new," Sarah muttered.
"Seestra will be even more beautiful to me?" Helena asked.
"
Why is she here?
" Rachel asked. Suddenly the executive stopped, shuddering and shivering with clenched fists. Beneath the contours of her jacket, her nipples were bulging against her blouse. "When will this start?"
"Probably not for another—" Cosima gasped gently, eying Sarah. "Two weeks..."
Sarah noticed a sudden moisture within her groin and tightly grasped the desk she was sitting on. "So for the next two weeks, we should probably all... stay away from each other."
"Yes!" Allison agreed, her conservative top now risqué by dint of her poking nipples. "So we don't all just
fuck each other!"
A collective shudder went through the room at the notion, even Delphine blushing as the thought of an all clone sex orgy... a clorgy... got to her.
Allison crossed her arms over her breasts in fierce embarrassment, her face turning bright red.
"We certainly wouldn't want that," Rachel said, squeezing her thighs, eyes fixed on Delphine. Thinking of what she got up to, her and Cosima, how they worked for her and she could make them... make them...
Helena was sweating. She clutched at the hem of her dress, very strongly aware that it was time for the touching of herself, but also knowing that she couldn't, not in front of her sisters.
Unless she was wrong about that. She got things wrong, sometimes, because she had been raised wrong. Maybe they would like to see her touching...
Her body was glowing. She smoothed her dress over her breasts, feeling her nipples' hardness stir even more. She stared at Cosima, in her blouse unbuttoned by one button too many. Every time she moved, Helena could see her breasts, rich and brown...
Then Cosima looked at her, prompting a blush from even the indomitable Helena. She thought she'd been about to come without even touching...
Cosima smiled. "If you want to look, look. It's your body too, after all."
"Cosima!" Allison shrieked, outraged.
"Don't be such a prude," Sarah told her.
Cosima shrugged off her lab coat, fully exposing her physique within her skinny jeans and blouse. "I've got nothing to hide."
"You certainly don't," Rachel blurted.
Helena could take no more. She stalked over to Cosima with a hunter's confidence, grabbing her by her dreadlocks and kissing her.
"Mon dieu," Delphine said, though she certainly wasn't complaining.
Cosima was responding where everyone else was too stunned to, running her hands through Helena's curly hair until Helena suddenly ducked, leaving Cosima's hands in mid-air, and bent her head to Cosima's blouse, pulling it open, sucking on her exposed breast.
"Dude!" Cosima gasped. She pulled away from Helena, not adjusting her wardrobe—her breast, gleaming with saliva, heaved in the open air. Nipple erect.
"I'm sorry," Helena said miserably. "You so pretty—body looks so nice—wanted to show you how much I like you—"
Now Cosima moved to button her blouse, but thought better of it on the way there, putting a comforting hand on Helena's arm instead. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I know you were just trying to make me feel good..."
Helena nodded. Her legs ached at their tops. The ache was getting bigger all the time. She wanted to go somewhere and rub it all away. Cosima was still talking.
"I'm sure you have no idea what to do with these complex, confusing feelings and very few positive experiences with human sexuality—not really mature enough to control yourself like we are—maybe if I demonstrated for you—just a little—"
Before Helena knew it, Cosima was on her knees, head under Helena's dress, tongue lapping at her pussy. Helena gave a moan of pleasure and staggered back onto a desk, lifting her hips and spreading her legs. Cosima's tongue felt good everywhere, but she wanted it on that one, stingingly hard place that was driving her
crazy...
"You really don't have to do that in front of us," Allison said.
"You really don't have to watch," Sarah said.
Neither of them moved. They saw Helena's body shake as Cosima's tongue delicately ran over her clit, Helena gripping Cosima's dreadlocks even tighter than before, holding her in exactly the right spot, hips pistoning faster and faster into Cosima's wonderful tongue.
"Give me pleasure," Helena moaned. "Pleasure from your mouth."
Cosima gently closed her teeth around Helena's virgin button. She was rewarded with a shriek of pleasure from Helena, the blonde sobbing with gratitude as she clamped her hands to her breasts, squeezing them almost painfully as they burned with the waves of heat rolling through her. She was so hot, she thought she would melt. Melt and be licked up by Cosima's perfect tongue...
And Cosima felt her own lust rising. She felt Delphine's eyes on her—her approving eyes—and slid one hand down under her jeans. Touched her screaming clit, made herself nip sharply at Helena's clit in her sudden pleasure.
While Sarah and Rachel watched this breathlessly, Allison sat down, thanking Christ the chair didn't squeak. Her lower body safely behind a desk, she scooted her panties down out from under her skirt, put them in her purse, and took out from her purse her little helper. Mr. Happy. The only affair she'd ever had—well, the only one that counted. If she didn't come, who cared?
She twisted its handle, grateful that the discreet buzzing noise couldn't be heard by the others any more than it could be detected by her children. She moved the vibrator under her skirt, the tip around her clit, sex spasming with thrills. Her juices flowed as she took another look at Cosima and Helena's disgusting display, then entered herself.
She groaned inwardly. It felt good. Even better than usual. The vibrator had to be getting better with age. Thank God for whoever'd invented them. He or she—probably she—deserved a Nobel Prize. A Marvel movie. Something.
The vibrator reached deep inside her cunt, seeming to shake harder and harder, the lovely feelings starting her down the same path that Helena was just now finishing.
