- - - Monday - - -
Tricia was giggling from finding an adorable scene in her room. She had stepped out that morning to grab some food from the cafetorium. When waiting in the line-up, she wasn't looking down at the floor as much as she normally would have. She avoided eyes for the most part, but it wasn't out of a fear, it was closer to keeping something sacred hidden. The slightest hint detected of what she had could break it. If anyone outside the circle of those there yesterday found out her secret... Tricia could lose it all.
A part of felt something in her had changed on Sunday. Finding the truth had been harsh. She would have been broken if she didn't find out the true extent of what the possibilities were. The gift of Roxy had been more than she could have ever asked for, but it was just the first door to an awakening. The time she spent in that small self storage room with the group of her clones was the necessary happening that finally bloomed her flower of pride.
Grabbing a bowl of cereal, she passed by Carrie and Connie who seemed strange this morning. Carrie didn't have her pigtails up today and she just stared down into her glass of apple juice distantly. Connie - who was always the quiet morose one - was eating her eggs with an odd expression... like she was trying not to laugh at some inner joke. Tricia was surprised to find she was concerned about them, where she would normally be dismissive and closed inside.
Tricia sat at a table in the corner near the entrance and quietly ate while thinking. She thought again of yesterday. In that little room. Before, in the rain... with that little key. In her left pocket it lay, safe and sound. It felt like a symbol of unbreakable support. What could be thrown her way that she couldn't take? As long as it remained hidden, nothing could ever get her down.
She ate the last of the cereal, and looked into the bowl of milk. Tricia looked around the room as if guilty that they knew her thoughts, then lifted the bowl eagerly. She began drinking what was left in deep mouthfuls thinking of her love upstairs, wondering if all the cum shared between her and her clone the last three days would be equal to this. She finished, and wiped her lips. The bowl clinked when stacked on the other empties, and she went over to the small fruit and salad table to grab an apple, and an orange with a private grin.
The morning sunlight was a bright and crisp clear coming through the stairwell windows. The soft clacking of her flip-flops on stairs felt like seconds ticking away until she'd be back in her cherished haven. Her angel waited for her, probably wearing that innocent adorable look of perpetual curiosity. Tricia had fully accepted her future now, and the needless point of considering it. To her, there was no wish to consider the next day, week, or year. Just the moments she would share tucked away in paradise with herself. It wouldn't hinder her college work despite how obsolete everything other than her love seemed. The inner peace would only bring out her full potential.
She thought of her little key again. She remembered the feeling on the drive back from the storage building. A feeling of betrayal couldn't be shook from her heart, it felt she had cheated on her true love. Like she had cheated on herself for a group of herself. When back to her room on Sunday she had found Roxy deactivated for safety... but she considered it asleep. Before 'awaking' her she looked down at how she looked asleep... the soft skin and hair, the gentle features, the curvy small body... God how she loved herself. It wasn't just her though, it was the pure thing residing in this other body. Tricia knew exactly what Roxy would be like when woken, and wasn't disappointed. Roxy's eyes opened and she looked up and smiled so adorably to see her master that Tricia felt forgiven rather than worse. She even confessed to her clone, who didn't seem to mind in the least. That night was probably the most passionate and slow love-making they had ever shared.
At her door she noticed again how it was lacking the name she tore down on arrival. Pausing a few moments to contemplate it, her heart skipped a beat and glowed when she knew what lay preciously behind it. Her key made a quick satisfying metallic rattle in the tumbler, like opening her personal vault. In the moment the door was swinging open she picked up an air of activity inside, and barely had time to consider what was the matter before seeing the scene inside.
Tricia started giggling. Her hand went to her mouth and she laughed in an affectionate maternal way. She quickly stepped in and closed the door with barely a sound. Standing in that vivid early light she watched her clone - her beloved Roxy - feverishly jerking off. She had apparently found the drawings of Tricia that were made last week, and the pastel art of herself before and after activation.
Roxy had all of the drawings of Tricia and herself lain out on the bed and was softly whimpering as she masturbated. Tricia watched lovingly, seeing how she would look if fully nude and equipped with a penis horny as all hell. Roxy was still simple and was completely lost in her indulgence, seeming to have not noticed her master enter. Tricia slipped off her flip-flops and tip-toed over. She stood behind Roxy looking down at the drawings she made last Tuesday and Thursday night. The pencilled detailed drawings of her feet and soles in a mirror with soft shading, and two others of a self-portrait. In these pieces she looked beautiful.
Tricia drooled onto her right index and middle finger and got her other hand as close around Roxy as possible before whispering,
"Hello sweetie..." then placed the wet fingers on the exposed asshole rubbing, and grabbed the cock from her, pumping fast. Roxy's reaction was absolutely perfect. What escaped her mouth as she turned to Tricia was a cry, gasp, and groan. Her eyes were bright and half-lidded, and her mouth open. Tricia let herself be seized and reciprocated fully the heavy open mouthed kiss from her duplicate. It was only a few seconds of Roxy trembling from excitement and pleasure, the sounds of flesh and their nose breathing, and exploring each other's mouths before Roxy climaxed. The cum shot in thick ropes over the drawings and mattress. Each shot retaining consistency and force for what seemed an eternity.
Tricia slowed her hands, and pulled her fist slowly off the exhausted dick. She made a point to catch all the semen she could on her hand, and she brought it to their faces to suck off. Roxy grabbed the wrist with both hands and Tricia watched herself lapping at it, eager to please and consume their love.
When clean, they softly kissed and hugged for a minute. Tricia was in love. True love. She let Roxy go after a minute, then calmly gathered the papers to put in the drawer. Roxy just watched, as inquisitive as ever. When the soaked drawings were put away Tricia walked passed her clone and picked up the fruits.
"Sit down, baby. I brought you something." She said, taking a seat on the other bed. Roxy sat next to her, looking at the colourful fruit with wonder. Tricia polished the apple a bit with her shirt and raised it, letting her copy see it. She looked at the innocent bright blue eyes look between her and the shiny red apple. Something felt right about having this be the first thing shared between them as food. The apple.
Tricia then took a bite out of it with a wet crunch and chewed while holding it out. Roxy took it quickly and stared down at the bright yellow insides carved out into three gouges. She put it to her mouth looking questioningly if she was doing it right. Tricia nodded encouragingly. Roxy slowly bit in, having to use more effort to bite off a piece. She bit off a bigger chunk than she expected and her cheeks puffed out as she chewed. Some juices were left on her lip as her eyes widened in surprise. Tricia smiled widely and ran her hand through her clone's hair as she finished the apple.
