I was an Assistant Professor in the Pharmacology Department at the Yale Medical School where I met and married my wife Susan. She was an Intern in the Medical School. We had very busy and productive lives. We were both about 25 years old. My wife was working in the In Vitro Insemination Unit at the hospital where couples came for help in getting pregnant. Maybe because of all this interaction with desperate couples seeking babies, Susan became obsessed with having her own child. We both knew that this was the wrong time. Our lives were too complicated to care for a baby. But being as medically knowledgeable as she was, she said there was a way. She also said she wanted a highly intelligent child, like most parents do, but she could guarantee it. She also did not want to be pregnant for nine months which would disrupt her work. Her solution was to clone her genes and use a surrogate mother to deliver the baby. She had a large inheritance to pay for the surrogate and the baby's care after the delivery.
The problem was it is illegal to clone a human being. Being like most rich and intelligent people, we decided that the rules did not apply to us. The process is technically called Somatic Cell Nuclear Transfer. It involves removing the nucleus from a female's egg cell and injecting it with the nucleus from an adult cell. This new hybrid egg cell is allowed to divide to become a group of cells that is then transplanted into the surrogate mother's womb. Since she worked at an In vitro insemination clinic she had available all the equipment she needed, as well as a list of women willing to be a surrogate mother. She took medication to make her ovulate and I helped collect her egg cells. She removed the nucleus from the egg cells and injected the nucleus from her skin cells. Nobody in the lab knew that this was happening. The cells were allowed to divide to a clone and she transplanted it into the surrogate's womb. The pregnancy was successful and nine months later we had a beautiful female baby clone of my wife. We named her Niky.
Susan wanted to breastfeed the baby so she injected herself with the prolactin a hormone which allowed her breasts to develop and produce milk. I helped her by stimulating her breasts with my mouth before the baby arrived and afterwards as well. The baby and I each shared a breast. We had always slept together in the nude. The baby's crib was in our bedroom. We slept together with the baby in the room for about a year and then moved her to her own room when she was weaned and sleeping through the night. She continued the prolactin injections for about five years for my breastfeeding benefit and she liked the look of her enlarged breasts and nipples.
When she was 8 to 16 years old we got serious about her education. We home schooled her and had the help of private tutors. When she was 16 she took a high school equivalency exam and the SAT exams for college entrance. She scored very high on both exams. With these results and her tutors recommendation letters and my wife's scientific accomplishments she could get into any college she wanted. At this same time my wife took a sabbatical from Yale to work at Cambridge University in England. So Niky joined her at Cambridge University as the youngest student ever accepted.
I was left alone to further my career at Yale. My wife and I had agreed that we both could find other sexual partners in her absence. I found a Yale female student, Helen, that would act as my housekeeper with benefits. I hired her once a week to come to my house and clean, shop for my food, and wash my clothes from 1 pm to 5 pm. I would arrange my schedule to be home by 4 pm so we could have sex for an hour before she left. She was very good at sex and we became very close over the four years my wife and daughter were in England.
After four years, my daughter graduated from Cambridge and wanted to get a graduate degree at Yale and live with me. My wife wanted to continue her work at Cambridge for a longer period of time. I think they wanted to separate from each other because they were too much alike and competed with each other. I picked up Niky from the Boston airport and we drove back to New Haven. She had her old room back. We talked over supper and she told me that college was easy for her but she had no social life. She was too young and smart for most of her classmates. She blamed us for her sheltered life with too little social interactions with kids her own age. She said she was 20 years old and never had sex. I said she was right, it was our fault. We were so pleased with her intelligence that we totally neglected her socialization. I told her I would come up with a plan to help her but I needed time to think it through.
The next day I called Helen and asked for her help. I explained to her that my daughter Niky was now living with me. She immediately said that now I was going to tell her that we could no longer have sex. I told her no, it is not that but rather it is the opposite of that. I want you to help me educate Niky on how to have enjoyable sex. She was taken back, you want both of us to have sex with your daughter? I said yes, but she is not my biological daughter. I am her stepfather, not her biological father, but she does not know that yet. I will explain it to her, if you agree to help sexually educate her. I explained to Helen that my daughter was very gifted and was home schooled and went to college at the age of 16 and graduated at 20 with very little contact with boys her own age. She is now very shy around boys and has never had sex. She needs some sexuality and socialization skills and I thought you might help. You are only about five years older than she is. She said she would help, if I fully explained to Niky what the tutoring involved and Niky agreed to it.
The next morning Niky came into my bedroom wearing her robe and walked over to my side of the bed. She dropped her robe on the floor and asked me to tell her something about her body that was different from her mother. She said she was very tired of always hearing how much she looked like her mother. She slowly turned around in front of me and bent over touching her toes. I said she has a mole on her chest and her butt. She said is that all? I said you do not have any pubic hair your mother had a lot. She said she shaved it off for my benefit. I asked why? She said she remembered when she was little that you asked mom to shave her pubic hair but she wouldn't. She said I will do anything for you, if you fuck me like how I watched you fuck mom when I was little. Don't worry I am on birth control pills. I want to feel like a real woman my age. Standing there naked she did look almost exactly like my wife on our wedding night.