My own reflection [FF4M]

I stood up from my desk, double checking every bit of data before I entered the lab. It took me days to make sure that absolutely everything was right. I knew it was, I never make mistakes, but for a project this important, there was zero room for error.

I walked passed the empty pod and towards the one that was occupied. A small etched plaque on the outside read “Lena”. I elected not to put a number on the chamber, I figured it would be better for her mental health that way. Not that it mattered, she was my clone with every single memory that rolled around in my own head. I knew exactly what she would think when she woke up. Still, for the sake of research I decided to take it a step further.

But first I admired my work through the glass. She was identical. Same shoulder length brown hair, button nose, and thin lips that almost curled upwards. If it went correctly, then dimples would show when she smiled, but I’d know soon. Breasts were the same C cup, right down to the freckle on her left breast. We were both thin, semi wide hips, and sadly a mostly average ass. I had to just assume that everything inside was the same for now, but partial testing was about to begin anyway.

Initially I wanted to create a better version of myself, but that went against the research. That could always happen next.

“Send him in,” I said to the empty room, before the AI replied back.

“Right away.”

I had a bit of time, roughly five minutes from the lobby to this room. I stripped my clothing off and discarded them in the trash. The replacement clothes lied on the table in front of the pods, a set of identical clothing. Alongside was two towels. I climbed into the empty tank and slipped on the breathing mask as the pod began to fill with liquid. Once it filled I was put under.

While I was out the pods rotated individual and on a much larger rotating disc. The idea was for both of us to wake up and neither one of us know who was the “real” one. It left enough doubt that it would keep both our minds in check in case the clones minf couldn’t take it. And since she had identical memories, right up until I was knocked out from the pod, we both would have done all this in our minds.

I came to as the liquid drained from the pod. The lid released and I sat up, turning to my left and seeing what was almost like a mirror. We both nodded to each other and climbed our nude bodies out of the pod at the same time.

“Oh shit,” I heard a male voice say. I looked forward and the man was in the middle of turning around.

“Please turn around Ryan,” the AI said. I saw the man physically sigh and he turned, averting his gaze from our bodies. “In front of you is a coin, please flip it for us.”

Ryan flipped the coin. “Heads.”

“Very good. Lena on his right, you’re up first.”

“I’m sure he filled you in on some of the specifics?” I heard the other me say.

“Yeah, but I was assuming there would be a bit of buildup. I wasn’t expecting to be thrust into this immediately, and especially not with twins.”

“Not twins, clones,” I said. I had already worked it out that we would take turns speaking. And since she was me, I knew we were on the same page.

“Uh… This is getting a bit too weird for me.”

“You are of course free to leave whenever you please,” the other me said as she put on the glasses on the table in front of us, neglecting to put on the clothing. We both knew that would be for later. “Just be aware that if you leave now, you won’t receive your payment.”

“You both seem a bit too… scientific about all this.”

“This is all for the sake of research, so yeah, we kind of are.”

He sighed again and looked at me, the one who had just spoke. “So how do you want to do this?” he asked as he eyed me up and down.

“I’ll be up first,” the other me said. “The coin did land on my side.”

“Do you want me to strip?”

“I don’t care,” she said again. Once the individual session started we knew that person would be the one speaking until it was done. “Just as long as you’re comfortable. I don’t even care if you just undo the zipper.”

“Right. ‘Research'”

He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off, before doing the same with his underwear. I took a look to see, and was pleasantly surprised. He wasn’t huge, but it would still be rather enjoyable.

His cock was starting to become stiff, I imagined it must have been difficult not to with two naked women in front of him. He walked over to the other me and she grabbed his cock, beginning to stroke gently. My first impression was if she was the clone, she definitely had my skillset.

She got down on her knees and licked his tip before wrapping her lips around part of his shaft. It was gentle at first, slow bobbing motions as she used her hand to stroke the rest of his shaft. A little bit more went in her mouth each time, until she had to angle her head to accommodate him in her throat. Then she went in completely, her lips fully touching his crotch as his entire cock was in her throat.

She held the position for a few seconds before completing pulling off of him, slightly gasping for air. She wiped away her spit and his precum from her face and swallowed the rest.

She coughed a few times. “Very good,” she said in between gasps. She stood up and walked over to the table, pushing aside our clothes. “As you were instructed, you are not allowed to cum this time around. You are to save that for her,” she said, pointing at me. “Consider it a special reward. Just remember you have to make me cum.”

He was clearly flustered from immediately being pulled out of the pleasure. “Where?”

“Doesn’t matter. We’re both sterile so feel free to cum inside me,” I said.

“That’s a-” The other me interrupted him as she grabbed him by the cock and guided the tip into her.

He was surprised at first, but then rammed into her, almost as a punishment for the interruption.

“Oh god,” she said loudly, a smile forming on her face as she gasped. “You really are something.” The cold facade disappeared as her sexual appetite took over. She seemed to be taking it well, so that was a good sign.

He slowly started thrusting into her, making her take an inch at a time. He began rubbing her clit and I felt something stir in me. It felt a little different than my usual horny frustration, but watching myself get fucked was bound to be different.

She started moaning as he kept going. “Don’t stop,” I heard her whisper. She began slowly grinding along him, forcing him further into her. It was bizarre seeing my moves from an outside perspective, but I loved it.

Her moans began getting louder and faster and the pleasure between my own legs started growing. Something was different. Something was wrong.

A moan slipped out of my own mouth at the same time one escaped hers. I was feeling everything he was doing. It shouldn’t be possible, that’s not what this experiment was designed for, and yet I still felt the pleasure and ghosts of his thrusts in me. I tried to remain silent, they hadn’t heard my initial moan, but it was hard with what I was feeling.

His thrusts sped up, and her moans grew louder and mine became harder to keep in. Before long I saw the other me begin to tremble, as my legs began giving out from under me.

“Oh yes!” she yelled and I whispered.

I leaned against the pod as the orgasm swept over both of us. I braced my self, quivering against the pod. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt, as if our orgasm had blended into one. I began to squirt as I tried to lower myself to the floor. I saw her squirting as well as my body shook with pleasure.

“Don’t stop!” we both yelled. The other me hadn’t taken notice, it was hard to in the fog we both felt, but he did. But he did as we instructed until both our bodies heaved and eventually went limp.

“That was incredible,” we both said at the same time, the other me finally taking notice of me.

“Wait… You felt that?” I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. She lept up, trying to her best to walk on her legs that felt like jelly. She grabbed her clothes and made her way to the other room. As she stared at the monitor, she began buttoning up the shirt. “This doesn’t make any sense.”

I followed, buttoning the exact same shirt.

“Somehow we’re connected.”

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