Future World 02

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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This a further story set in my future series. The future I write of is not that far away, it is not science fiction. Elon is already selling robots for home use, driverless taxis are in use in many countries and plans are afoot to colonise the Moon and Mars, sexual behaviour is relaxing and who goes with whom when of age no longer seems to matter. It only takes a small stretch...

I messaged my brother, I hadn't seen him for a few weeks and today was a day that I was permitted to travel and so I planned to see my brother Kris. My personal chimed, Kris was at home and would be happy to see me. I showered, dressed and called a pod directing it to Kris' home.

My personal announced my arrival and Kris greeted me at the door.

"Come on in Sis," he said, "how's life treating you?"

I entered and walked to the back of the home to be confronted by a frankly gorgeous woman. I turned to Kris and raised an eyebrow.

"This is Hannah." He said.

"Are you, you know?" Well I wanted to know if he and she were an item, I mean she was pretty damn gorgeous, she was in his home, and I could think of no other explanation.

"God no Sis, no, she just helps me around the home."

"What, like a bot sort of helps around the home?"

Kris turned to Hannah and spoke, "Hannah go to your niche please."

Hannah responded, "yes Kris," and then left the living cell and headed towards where Kris' sleeper cell was. Niche? Only bots go in a niche, and Hannah was sure as hell unlike any bot I have ever seen. I turned to Kris and raised my eyebrows and my shoulders.

"I am not allowed to explain." He said.

"What do you mean, not allowed to explain?"

"You will have to talk to mother."

I instructed my personal to get my mother, she appeared quite quickly.

"Mother, I am at Kris's and what the hell is Hannah?"

"Come by the office in the morning and I will explain. Don't ask Kris, he is contractually not allowed to say anything, okay?"

This was all getting silly. "This is silly mother. I shall see you in the morning and you better send one of your secret Pod's to pick me up, a regular pod will refuse to carry me, tomorrow is not a travel day for me."

In the living cell Kris prepared coffee and then we sat and I gave him a look that, frankly, should have had him gibbering on the spot and telling me everything. He just looked at his coffee.

"Drink your coffee Germ," he said. He is the only person who ever gets away calling me Germ, my given name is Gemimah, yes with a G not a J.

"When did you last see our mother?"

"Oh, three days ago I think, she called me to go and see her at her office."

"I see, and is that where you met Hannah?"

"Yes, look, can we talk about something else Germ, only, you know what mum is like. Have you got anyone regular yet?"

"No. I have seen a few but none really appealed, you know? What about you?"

"No one, it is just so difficult trying to coordinate meeting people when everyone has differing permitted travel days."

"Tell me. I have met a few online, but then it is like weeks before we can coincide a travel day."

"Anyone would think that they are conspiring to stop us meeting."

"Well I don't know anyone who has had a baby."

"Me neither Germ. How is your coffee?"

"It's not bad Kris, where do you get the beans?"

"Just the same online store everyone uses, there isn't really an alternative is there?"

I put my mug down, Kris had a point, we seemed to be controlled everywhere these days, what we could buy, where we could go, who we could meet. Very odd, but then after the twin disasters of the meteor strike and the virus pandemic seventy odd years ago that decimated the population, I guess it is to be expected. We rely so much more on robots and synths these days, there isn't really that much for us humans to actually do. Anyway, I needed some loving.

"Come on Bro, let's go to your sleeper cell, assuming your Hannah won't interrupt us?"

"No, if I send her to her niche she stays there unless there is a home emergency or I recall her."

I followed him to his sleeper. I pressed the top of my dress and it undid and fell down, the same with my underwear, and I was naked, Kris had beaten me to it. I did love his dick, it was long and not too meaty, not that I have a huge amount to compare it to, I think I have managed to shag only five men and one woman in all my adult life since I turned eighteen. Not exactly a huge amount of experience to call on. I sat on the bed and Kris knelt between my legs and blew on my crease.

His blowing sent a wonderful tickle through me and I lay back on the bed, my feet still on the floor. I felt Kris's tongue slide between my labia and reach down to my valley floor. My toes curled and my fingers scrunched his bed covering. I could feel a small tingle in my groin as my electrics built and then the mother load, he found my clitoris and pressed it with his tongue, I almost exploded.

I realised that Kris had fingers inside me, it must have happened whilst he was kissing my nubbin, I never noticed, and now my pleasures were building and I realised I was gasping as he fingered me, wiggling inside me, my fanny expanding and then shrinking again as he moved around inside. There was a wonderful pleasure that circulated around my crotch and began to send tendrils of pleasure to my nipples and my toes, I knew I was gasping, my breath was halting and my fingers were scrunched up and impossible to straighten.

Kris was slowly moving his nose up and down my valley, I could feel my lips caress his nose as it moved, his tongue rasped occasionally giving me a different yet wonderful sensation. Kris had his fingers together and he was pushing upwards inside of me, giving me a new pressure sensation, and my pleasures were building and were in danger of overflowing.

Kris slowly withdrew his fingers, wiping them along my perineum, pressing my sphincter before slowly returning, passing my entrance, touching my clitoris and then leaving me untouched.

"Up on the bed sis," he said and as I moved he followed and covered me. I reached down and grasped his dick and slid it along my valley and then lined him up with my entrance. He held there, slowly moving forward, slowly his dick was passing my entrance and hitting my opening. I could feel my fanny opening to receive him. A wonderful feeling of being stretched, fingers are fine but they are no match for a dick. He was pressing, still slowly he was entering me, my opening breached, he was filling me, a slight pulse I felt as he pushed my fanny open, taking and allowing no resistance, until I could feel him at my depth, he had filled me, his balls touched my thighs, he was in as much as any man could be.

I bent my knees and pressed my feet on his buttocks, pushing him in as far as it were possible, my hands on his shoulders, pulling him to me, my breasts squashed flat, my nipples feeling like peanuts between us. He began to recede, his dick sliding slowly out of me, no matter how hard my feet pressed, he still voided me, my fanny feeling empty.

"Oof, oh fuck," I gasped as he slammed back into me, his pubis smacking hard against my mons, his balls rattling my thighs, my fanny stretched wide, his invasion of me complete. He pulled back and I could feel his foreskin rolling back to cover his glans, the small pulse, alien pulse, ticking within me. I was almost empty, but not quite, his dick was at my opening, my fanny relaxing and returning to its usual state, and then slam, back in, 'oof' I gasped, the slap of his pubis echoing in my ears.

He picked up his tempo, oof and slap reverberating, his balls bouncing, a tickle on the back of my sexual palate, my breath was stuck on inhale, gasping as his dick became a piledriver, pressing in, pausing, pressing in, pausing, faster, harder, I could not respond, I was stuck rocking, my feet pressing his buttocks, my hands digging into his shoulders, I was like that child's toy that rolls around. My body was being battered into sexual submission; my pressures ready to release, my electrics about to short circuit, my sexual being overwhelmed and then it happened.

I felt him twitch, his dick erupted within me, flooding my womb, filling my fanny, spurt after spurt and it ticked me over the line. I screamed into his face, my release total, electrics shooting through my body, my pressures exploding as my orgasm rolled through me, my feet falling to the mattress, my hands to the side and Kris rolled away, his dick leaving a white trail of sperms in its wake. It was time to grab a pod and return home.

I was awoken by my personal, a message from mother saying that a pod would pick me up in thirty minutes. I grumbled at the disturbance and headed to the shower ensuring every part of me was clean, inside and out, no brother residue in existence. I dressed and went to my door and the pod announced itself via my personal. The journey was quiet and event free and very boring, the pod was in security mode and all the windows were opaqued. No one could see in, but equally, I could not see out.

As the pod came to a stop and the door opened, I was met by a security flunky who escorted me to mother's office. Mum was sat behind her desk working as I entered her office.

"Morning Gemimah," mum greeted me, "would you like some coffee?"

"Morning mum, yes please."

"I'll see to it," the man who had been seated in an arm chair said and got up and left through a different door than the one I had used.

"Well then," Mum said, "you went to Kris's and met Hannah."

"I didn't exactly meet her mum. She was there, I asked him if he had a new friend and then she, I hesitate to say she, was sent to her niche. So, obviously a Synth."

"Apparently so."

"Very advanced, I haven't seen anything that advanced."

"Not that you have noticed, perhaps advanced enough to appear human to most casual observers."

"Are you saying that there are more of them?"

"I am not saying anything Gemimah, not until you agree to a non disclosure."

"And if I don't, agree that is?"

Mum shrugged. That was worrying, mum would, I had no doubt, find a way to isolate or silence me if I didn't agree. I didn't really have a choice, not if I wanted to carry on living my sterile and relatively lonely life. Five lovers since I came of age, not exactly living life to the full.

"And if I do agree?"

"Then I will explain all and perhaps make you an offer similar to the one made to Kris."

"Oh, and what was that?"

At that point the door opened, and the man reappeared carrying a tray with cups, coffee, milk and sweetener on it. He placed the tray on the coffee table by the arm chairs and looked at Mum as if for a cue.

"Let's drink our coffee," mum said, standing and moving from behind her desk. I sat at one of the armchairs, mum and other and the man at a third.

"This is Brian," mum said.

"Hello Brian," I said looking at the man properly for the first time. I assumed he was one of mum's assistants. Bloody gorgeous though. I saw that he was about six feet tall when he was walking back, legs to torso a good proportion, and through his cloths it was obvious that he worked out. His chin was chiselled, hair short, no facial hair as per the custom, eyes a piercing blue, icy blue almost, and his voice dripped velvet as he spoke. Shit I wanted him.

"Hello Gemimah, very pleased to meet you." Oh, that voice, it made my fanny quiver.

"So, do you or do you not agree Gemimah?" Mum asked as she poured coffee into the cups.

"What is the offer you made Kris?" I asked.

"I made him two offers, one was declined, the other accepted. I would make you the same offers if you agree to the non disclosure."

I had nothing to lose, except perhaps my freedom. "I agree to the non disclosure."

"Okay. Well, the first offer I made to Kris was to work for me, and he declined. I make you exactly the same offer."

"What would my position entail?"

"Research and Development in the area of the new Synths."

"And they are like Hannah?"

"More or less, there are obvious variations."

"Variations, what, like skin colour, hair colour, breast size that sort of thing?"

"Yes, amongst other variations."

I couldn't imagine what else there could be, unless she also meant gender.

"Gender?" I asked. Mum nodded.

"Okay, what perks would I get, I mean I assume I would get some?"

"The usual, use of company pods for example, no restrictions on travel days is another."

And of course, if I worked here, I could see more of Brian and perhaps get him into my sleeper pod. "I accept."

"Good, you show more sense than your brother."

"Why did he decline a position?"

"He wasn't clear." Or she wasn't saying.

"Tell me more about these new Synths and why haven't I seen any news about them?"

"They are prototypes. The follow the Asimov laws of course and cannot harm a human in any way, they are ultra realistic, unclothed they look like and can pass for a human."

"Completely? As in full functions, talking, eating, fucking?"

"All of the above."

"Why are they so secretive?"

"There are those that fear that they would replace us and should be controlled and should never be able to pass as a human."

"Just buy them off, silence them, or whatever."

"Or replace them?"

"What do you mean replace them?"

"The Synths can look like anyone, it is just engineering, and if we were able to perhaps copy someone's 'being' then they could completely substitute some one."

"Rubbish." You can't copy someone, I mean, people have memories, you can't copy memories, and if you could, what would you do with the original?

At that point the door opened and mum walked in.

"What the fuck?"

Original mum shrugged, new mum spoke.

"Hello Gemimah."

"Very good copy mum," I said to original mum, "looks just like you."

"I am me," said new mum, "you have been talking with my copy Synth."

"Fuck off," I mean that was mad, utterly mind confusing.

"No, Gemimah, we are able to copy someone completely, and that could be a very dangerous thing in the wrong hands."

There was no political organisations as there had been before the disasters, everything was now run by corporations, and the Robotics Corporation was amongst the biggest holding, perhaps, the most power. If they were able to substitute senior people from other corporations, then they would basically rule the world. Was that a bad thing? I had no idea.

Original mum stood and went to the corner of the room where I realised for the first time there was a discrete niche. She stood in the niche and effectively powered down. New mum sat at the table in her place and carried on sipping at original mum's coffee.

I didn't really know what to say.

"Fooled you, my daughter, didn't she? Just like she fooled Kris in every way and I mean every way."

So, she had shagged Kris, that was no surprise, so the new Synths can fool even those close and intimate. But then Kris wasn't exactly the brightest star in the sky.

"And the other offer that you made him?"

"Let me take this," Brian said.

"Gemimah, what you mother offered Kris was a Synth, Hannah, on a trial basis at his home, basically to replace the old non humanoid domestic that he had. Hannah would be able to perform any duty, host any guests and ensure his safety at all times as per the laws."

"I assume he is shagging her?" I said.

"Most satisfactorily according to reports."

I didn't know what to say, I wasn't sure I wanted a Hannah. I don't mind girl sex but definitely preferred a dick inside me, given the choice.

"Okay, so you are offering me a Hannah?"

New mum laughed, "Goodness no Gemimah, we are offering you a Brian."

I was stunned. Brian was a Synth? Gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous Brian? Shit.

"Oh."

"The only stipulation at the moment is that he would not be able to leave the confines of your home, and you are not permitted to let anyone know he is a Synth."

"What happens with her?" I asked pointing at the Synth that had masqueraded as mum.

"I rarely use her, she obviously doesn't live in my office, that would be too obvious. No, she is stored elsewhere when not needed."

"And is Brian a copy, is there a human Brian somewhere?"

"No, he is hand crafted down to the finest details."

"When do I start, working for you I mean? And what about my existing job?"

"You have already started, and your original job has been passed on to someone else. I want you in the office in two days time. That will give you time to acclimatise to Brian at home."

"Oh."

"You can go now, I am rather busy."

As per typical for mum, a curt dismissal. I wondered why she didn't get Synth mum to do some of her work, the AI seemed very advanced, capable of original thought, so I couldn't see why not, but that was probably just the controlling side of mother, she wouldn't want another her making decisions.

Brian stood, "Gemimah, if you will follow me, we will get a pod and return to your home."

The journey back was also in secure mode, the windows opaque. I didn't really care, my mind was still boggling at how utterly realistic these new Synths were. And I intended to see just how realistic later. The pod stopped and Brian alighted first and as I followed he was looking around.

"Now that you work for the Corporation, the risk assessment has significantly altered. I am ensuring that you are safe. Your door is unlocked, please hurry straight inside."

My mind was blown again, what? I was now at risk just because I said I would work for mum. Obviously there are high stakes at play here, was I just a pawn?

Brian followed and secured the entrance door.

"Please wait here," he said and he quickly, and I mean quickly, went throughout the home, presumable checking it was safe.

"All clear Gemimah. You old domestic has been taken to storage and I am fully conversant with your home, all details have been transferred to me."

"Go to the sleeper." I could not wait any longer, I had to know.

In my sleeper I told him to remove his clothes. I didn't ask, I instructed. As far as I was concerned, he was a domestic and as such would do my bidding.

Naked he was even more gorgeous. His chest was perfectly formed, toned manly breasts, a six pack across his abdomen, and his dick was hard, and thick and long with nice big balls hanging beneath. I pressed my shoulder and my dress fell.

"Let's see if you are as good as you look," I said, my fanny was almost salivating at the thought.

Brian moved to me and picked me up effortlessly and lay me on my bed, his head between my thighs before I could realise what was happening. His tongue found my clitoris, running around it in circles, I didn't even know that was possible, my pressures ramped up and my electrics were fizzing. In under a minute and I was gasping, my breath holding in my chest.

My petals were moving, fingers were delving, gently, opening my insides and seeking my G Spot. Jesus, found it. Oh my, this Synth was good. He found all my zones, he stimulated them, he got my pressures building, my pleasures were ready to explode already, so soon, oh my God.

His fingers, two I thought, began to move around inside me, opening, stretching, closing, scissoring, beckoning, my fanny was in overdrive, and his mouth was working my clitoris in ways not possible and as I was about to blow he ramped up even higher and my body could not resist any longer, my orgasm exploded, erupting through my body unlike anything ever before. My ears burned, my toes curled, my fingers scrunched, my back arched impossibly of the bed as my pleasures flowed and electrics fizzed throughout my body, my breath finally escaping in a loud scream.