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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and all characters depicted are over the age of 18.

Readers, conceptually this one is a little weird. I’m still debating if I should write multiple parts to this one. If you have any suggestions; such as sex acts, plot points, and the like, feel free to leave them in the opinion section or send me a direct message.

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James felt a trembling in his stomach, the sort of unearthly tremble you get when you’re standing next to the speakers in the middle of a rock concert.

His Other was sitting at the breakfast bar, a quick tight-lipped grin on her face, as she carried on chewing a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

She brushed back a healthy stream of burnished brunette locks from her face, before carefully tugging at the neckline of her borrowed white t-shirt.

It was hard to believe that a few months ago she was still 150 pounds of genetic egg-like ooze herself, incubating in a giant sack in his bathtub.

He was still trying to work out what exactly he planned to do, now that she was here. He took several deep breaths to try and still his pounding heart and slid the dirty frying pan into the sink atop the other dishes.

His Other smiled at him again. A small piece of scrambled eggs dropped down from her lip as she shoveled another bite into her mouth. She was a bit of a mess, but James could hardly blame that on her. She had only just started walking and talking yesterday.

“Whatcha thinking about?” his Other asked after she swallowed her eggs.

“What to call you…” James answered.

His Other seemed to ponder that a moment, “You should call me something cool, like —Daenerys or… or Arwen?”

“No, you fucking nerd… I’m not calling you either of those things.” James answered bitingly.

His Other only cut her eyes at him and reluctantly took another bite of eggs.

“I didn’t mean to swear,” James said in way of apology, “this is just really weird for me… I didn’t think everything through…”

His Other sighed and laid down her fork, “Think it through?” she questioned, “YOU had me growing in your bathtub for months, and now it’s weird?”

There was something about her that was just so striking it almost felt jarring. It wasn’t that she was a reflected image of himself. She looked more like someone who was him-adjacent rather than a twin sister.

Perhaps what unnerved him the most, despite the fact that she looked so eerily familiar. He still wanted to fuck her.

By all accounts, James was an awkward, lonesome, self-diagnosed porn addict. His porn collection had almost exclusively centered around *Phat asses* and *anal sex.* His perversions had gotten so far away from him that he no longer appreciated regular sex (not that he had much experience with it), but he had all but given up on even trying to discover a romantic partner. It was that desperation that drove him to build her in the first place.

He waited months and went through the whole process of creating this clone with every intention of making himself a personal sex slave, but he never really considered this person would, in fact, be a person. He wasn’t entirely sure what he expected but now, now that she was here in front of him, he was absolutely disgusted with himself.

Despite his self-loathing, he couldn’t stop thinking of her ass. It was probably the thickest, most perfectly curved ass he had ever seen in real life. Her plushy cheeks swelled off her hips like fat dew drops and sat high and prominent atop her long sturdy leg as if begging to be kneaded and spanked and fucked.

Her devastatingly phenomenal ass apart; she was tall, only a few inches shorter than him, probably standing around 5’7 or 5’8. Her breasts were on the smaller side, probably about the size of tangerines. Which was honestly, the best comparison he could come up with, without actually having a frame of reference. Her waist was small and her hips were noticeably broad, though they didn’t quite flare out as broadly as her thighs. For a gender-swapped clone, her figure was glorious. Even though he had some control over some of the aspects during the gestation process she came out ten times better than he expected.

What he found considerably less exciting were their similarities. Though she was a shade paler than himself, they had the same skin tone. Their eyes were both almond-shaped and the same shade of honeyed brown. Her hair was brown like his as well, but admittedly her’s was a bit more of a deep reddish-brown than his. Her face was thankfully more feminine, with a delicate jawline, and slender cheekbones. Her nose was petite and straight, and while her lips were on the thinner side they did form a perfect little Cupid’s bow. She wasn’t movie-star gorgeous, but she was pretty. Pretty, but in a strangely ethereal magic-mirror kind of way.

“Alright,” he conceded, “pick a name that isn’t from a fantasy novel.”

His Other clasped her hands together tightly and hummed aloud over her mostly devoured plate of bacon and eggs, “What about… January?”

“Why? Because you happened to emerge from that sack in the month of January? That’s REALLY creative,” James answered flippantly.

His Other threw up her hands in mock disgust, “I can’t win with you…”

“I’m sorry, I’m stressed out… January, it is. Would it be alright if I called you Jan?”

January gave him a sharp nod and a knowing smile, “I know what you’re actually worried about…”

“Oh, yeah?” James allowed, “What’s that?”

“He already knows,” Jan suggested.

“Who already knows?”

January, his strangely alluring gender-swapped clone sighed deeply and pushed herself away from the breakfast bar. “Uncle Charles —err— your uncle Charles,” she said trying not to make things sound awkward. “Think about it, he just happens to loan you his van with all the equipment in it to clone a person. You? A lonesome twenty-seven-year-old? Who for all he knows is a virgin. He was probably hoping you’d use some random chick’s hair for the process…. Nope. Not James. The repercussions were too great… Oh, he’ll still do it, but he’ll use his own pube.”

James felt dizzy, “Wait, how do you know all that?”

“That… whatever it’s called,” January paused a moment to think, “—the Declarative neurotransmitter—the thing the directions said would make sure I functioned properly? We have a bunch of shared memories, and —Oh, thanks for only wearing that thing when you were watching porn. That was really helpful… You could’ve watched at least one video on *how to shave or something?* that would’ve made this exhausting morning routine a bit easier.”

The realization hit him like a truck. His stomach was doing flips. His limbs felt heavy. A shooting pain ran through his chest and he thought if a person could literally die of shame, “So, you know why I made you?”

January nodded slowly, “It’s weird,” she said after a moment, “I have all these thoughts that feel like mine, but I think they’re yours, which means they are mine? I want to do all this stuff, but I think I want to do them the same way you want to do them… but I don’t have the dick… you do, so in a strange way it’s like really advanced masturbation?”

James nodded, “So, you’re okay with… all of it?”

January shrugged, “I dunno, actually I might like women… or I could be pansexual? I’m not sure… BUT did inherit your stupid porn obsession, so thanks for that..” She winced hard, visibly cringing in her seat. “You know what I really want to try? *That…* that one video, the one with that one chick drinking like a GALLON of cum while she’s getting fucked in the ass —ARGH…” she groaned, “I think that stupid transmitter thing broke my brain. —Anyway… do you think we could find like a hundred Japanese guys, like on the internet? *WAIT,* do they have to be Japanese?”

James tried to quell the shock in his voice, but her sudden enthusiasm caught him off guard, “Wait, you actually WANT to do stuff like that!?”

January slumped down in her chair, hanging her head over her plate, “I don’t know…” she confessed, “it just feels like I’ve been thinking about that forever.”

James swallowed hard, “you don’t you think we should start… small?”

January sat up. Her mouth was tight, and she was glancing about the small apartment, her eyes settling on nothing in particular.

“Right… maybe we should try a threesome, right?” She said wondering aloud, “I really want to try being with a girl… James, have you seen my pussy, it’s fucking fat… like the tops of two burger buns squished together… Arghhh,” she groaned, “I wish I could eat myself out.”

“You’re pretty horny, huh?” James asked trying not to sound overly excited.

January gave him a solemn grin, “I’m disgusting…” she said quietly, “but, it doesn’t matter… to you, I know what you want…” she said it as if she was whispering some secret.

“What do you mean?” James asked, trying to ignore the erection raising in his cotton shorts. He tried to occupy his smut-riddled mind by cleaning up the kitchen. He cut on the kitchen faucet and shoved his hands into the sink and began rinsing utensils one at a time.

January sighed, “I don’t know… I’m basically a re-skinned version of you. I want all the sleazy, greasy, dirty sex you want. I just don’t know how I plan to experience that stuff, because I’m just as awkward as you are.”

“Would could experience them together?” James said as he pretended to be focused on the sudsy frying pan in front of him.

“Well, James obviously…” Jan said rolling her eyes playfully, “I mean, but where do we start?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with…” James answered idly scrubbing the same frying pan.

“…it’s hard to say it out loud, but comfortable with a lot… you gave me life, now you’re going to have to show me…” she swallowed hard, “…tell me what you want.”

“What about a blowjob?” James answered trying not to embarrass himself in front of his clone.

January smiled brightly, “We can do that!”

She pushed herself away from the breakfast bar and sauntered over to him, “Don’t bother stopping, I’ll be right down here,” January grinned sheepily as she crouched by his feet.

He awkwardly stepped back, giving her some space and she glanced up at him, comically waggling her brows before scooting between his legs and the kitchen cabinetry.

Jan didn’t waste any time tugging down his shorts, his stiff cock slapping her on the cheek before she wrapped a fist around it. He tried to calm down, but this was the most attention his cock had ever received.

Pressure surged towards the base of his cock, in just a few strokes he’d be cumming on her face.

He backed away from the sink his hands still wet and sudsy. He could only really see the top of Jan’s head hovering over his throbbing cock as she positioned herself directly in front of his erection. There wasn’t much space between the back of Jan’s head and the base of the counter.

“Hello, old friend,” Jan whispered, “though we’ve only just met, I feel like I’ve known you all my life,” Jan said aloud before taking his cock into her mouth.

The heat and wetness of her mouth was overwhelming, he knew he would last long. January wasn’t interested in going slow either. Her technique was a bit sloppy even for someone for someone’s first time.

She tried to swallow the entire length on the first try, gagging herself and making a guttural wet sound. She also scraped her teeth along his sensitive shaft, causing him to jump.

“Teeth…” James warned bracing himself against the edge of the sink, January’s head bobbed up and down in the lower periphery of his eyes.

She opened her mouth a little wider making a noisy series of spurts, as she tried desperately tried to force his cock into the narrow confines of her throat.

She grabbed the back of his thighs and held herself there. He could feel her trying to swallow, the pressure sinking around the tip of his dick. He could feel her knees trembling as they tapped against his shins with frantic energy.

Wet moans flowed from her throat with a wave of spit, the vibrations tingled his bloated cock and that was all he could take.

He didn’t see the load, he only felt leaving him. A few inches of shaft trapped behind her lips, the tip of his dick still buried tonsil deep as he began to spurt, each throb felt heavy like viscous tapioca pudding was spurting from the end of his dick and down her throat.

To her credit, January didn’t pull away until James inched back dislodging his cock. Then she squirmed away hungry for breath, turning her cheek, before taking in a large wheezing gasp of air. She made gurgling noise before she began to cough, which sounded sick and phlegmy.

James had barely recovered himself, but she had already taken to caressing his still twitching erection with her fingers. A foamy dribble of genealogical soup of cum and spit ran down her chin, “Argh, fuck… I think I’m straight…” she said through huffing drags of air.

She leaned into him rubbing her face up and down the length of his sloppy spit-covered dick, each sloppy pass made his thighs tremble.

“I-came…” She confessed in a gasp, “I came while sucking your cock….” She lapped hungrily from his testes to the center of his shaft, spiting and audibly blowing bubbles as she smeared saliva and cum on her face.

“That was really good,” James praised, gently running his half-dry fingers through her hair. He was so drained he could barely stand, though his dick was still half-hard and twitching, January hungrily smothering it with unrestrained affection.

“…fuck, James…” was all she said before she dove back down on his cock slurping up the spit mixture as she swallowed up half his length. James was still too sensitive, his nerves were electric. He sucked in a sharp breath and pulled away from her.

“I can’t,” he laughed awkwardly prying Jan’s face from his crotch.

January slipped as his dick and fell to her hip, lying back on her elbow, with a giddy smile on her face, her chin and white t-shirt streaked with drool and cum, “that was SOOOO much fun,” she said dramatically rolling towards her back flashing him her curvy bare ass, and a shy sliver of her pussy, “lemme know when you’re ready to go again…”

NSFW: yes

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