[XP] [Les] Me, Myself and Oh! [selfcest] [short]

“Six dorrah.” the old chinese man urged, pointing his knobbly walking stick at the mirror.

Six dollars for a full length floor mirror, possibly an antique, definitely a period-accurate reproduction at the least, its immensly flat, rectangular and shiny surface framed by golden dragons, intermingling and flowing along the edge.

“Six dollars?” I asked skeptically, running my hand over the decorations. “Is this real gold?”

“Ya, real gold. Six dorrah.”

Deep in Chinatown, the small shop was full of things like this mirror: Way too nice, and _way_ too cheap.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“Nothing wrong with it, too big for shop.” he urged, waving his walking stick around the small shop. He wasn’t wrong, the mirror took up a not inconsiderable amount of space in the already cramped shop, but even so…

“For pretty lady, I make it five dorrah.”

“How would I even get it home?” I asked, touching the silvered glass of the mirror. When I did, I swore it rippled like cold water, but nothing could be seen on its flat surface.

“Five dorrah include tax and shipping.” the old man urged, and I pulled a fiver out of my wallet. What’s the worst that could happen?

—-

As I stepped out of the shower that evening, the doorbell rang, and in the hallway, two burly chinese men waited, twins from the look of them, a large flat cardboard box held up between them.

“Just a moment!” I called, and a towel quickly wrapped around me, I led them inside to place it in my bedroom. As they unwrapped it and set it up, they exchanged a few words between them in Chinese, before quickly departing with curt bows.

“Tsch.” I mused to myself as I let my towel drop to the floor and looked myself over in the mirror. “This is how porno’s start, and they didn’t even try to extract a tip. Am I losing my looks at 22?”

“Nah”, my reflection replied, looking me over with interest, “they probably just don’t go for white girls. I look gorgeous.”

“Yeah.” I agreed with a giggle, before what was going on hit me like a sack of bricks. My reflection was no longer reflecting, but instead advancing on the surface of the mirror with a dangerous glint in her steely blue eyes, sending me scrambling backwards onto the bed. As she stepped up to the mirror, she touched it lightly, sending the silver and glass rippling out from her fingertips, before stepping through, still steaming and wet from her shower.

“Wh- what’s going on?” I asked, clambering still backwards along my bed. Behind my reflection, the mirror had reformed, and now agreed with the room once more, showing my toned back as I towered over my huddled form on the bed.

“Have we _never_ seen a movie? Suspiciously cheap item from a tiny shop in Chinatown? Of course it’s cursed.” my reflection said with a laugh, as she sat down on the edge of the bed, her long blonde hair rapidly drying. “Five bucks says the store is gone the next time we try and find it again.”

“We?” I said, looking my reflection over skeptically.

“Yeah.” she said, looking me over hungrily. “Cursed doppelgangers don’t go back into the mirror, silly.”

“How would _you_ know?” I asked, initial shock subsiding.

My reflection shrugged. “Those delivery guys looked a lot like cursed mirror doppelgangers to me.”

“Anyway”, she said with a grin, crawling up the bed after me, “how about we finish that little project we started in the shower before the doorbell so rudely interceded? Being two of us, I think this will be _way_ more fun than hugging the shower head.”

“Great.” I said with an exasperated sigh. “My cursed mirror doppleganger is a total weirdo.”

My reflection grinned as she drew up to me. “I’m _you_, idiot. If I want something, it’s because you do.”

As she parted my legs with her gentle, slender hands, I realized that she wasn’t wrong. Her hands sliding up my thighs felt familiar and right, and as she leant down and kissed the crest of my sex, a warm and delightful shiver rippled through my body as a quiet sigh escaped my lips. Soon, her tongue pried my lips apart and found my clit, two fingers slipping in between us and up into me, seeking out the secret places they knew so well, and soon I was moaning and heaving, and by the time the third finger snuck in, orgasm was on me, the warmth and force of it spreading out through my body from head to heel.

When I regained my composure, I found her lying next to me, one hand toying idly with her pussy, the other picking strands of hair out of my face, scented with my juices.

“Your turn.” she said with a grin, offering her fingers for me to taste, and as I lay catching my breath, I kissed them lightly, savoring in the taste.

“I don’t think I can get up”, I lamented, “so you’ll have to come grab a seat.”

With a grin she obliged, and soon was on her knees, legs wrapped around my arms and pussy hovering over my face. With both hands on her hips I pulled her down, letting her lips meet mine, and as she filtered her hands through my hair and grabbed tight, I brought her flower to bloom with my tongue and explored myself eagerly. The taste of her was the same sweetness as she had offered me off the tips of her fingers, and soon my quick and sure movement had her rocking and moaning, pressing herself against me and convulsing with building passion.

In no more than a minute, she was falling back, spent and satisfied, our fingers entwined between us where we lay side by side, head to foot.

“See?” she panted with a giggle. “Way more fun than the shower head.”

“Sure.” I agreed, still panting as well. “I could get used to this. Do you really think it’s permanent?”

“Pretty sure.” she said with a shrug as she righted herself in bed and gave me a soft kiss. “But you’re not going to hear me complain.”

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