Story by WotanAnubis; Illustrations by Fable

Jennifer Saint’s real name was GCP3DG-JS16, and that told everyone everything they could possibly want to know about her. She was a ‘created human’ or ‘gen’ to those who didn’t keep up with Earth’s latest political correctness fad. She was a DG-series peacekeeper model grown by GenCorp and the sixteenth of her particular batch. She didn’t know how many others had been in that batch, but one of her few pleasures in life was fantasizing about finding out and then setting out to find all the JS’s out there.

She knew it was a common gen fantasy, which was why she was the only GCP3DG-JS on the station. Still, Jennifer wouldn’t have really minded that she was the only gen of her series on the station if it hadn’t been for the plain fact that there was nothing to do on the station. It floated somewhere on the edge of inhabited space. The only visitors were colonists delivering whatever goods they had managed to produce on their distant, isolated planets. The station was also frequented by various traders seeking to make a modest profit by selling those very same colonists whatever was fashionable in the busier regions of space. So while the station was, in its way, alive and thriving, to Jennifer, it was just boring. She’d been grown to be a peacekeeper, which meant she only got really interested in trouble. If there was no trouble, there was literally nothing that could hold her interest, except her own private daydreams.

Currently, she was standing to attention near airlock 3. Apparently, someone somewhere had decided that their boring little station needed some more security personnel, so she had been sent along with Peters and Opal to welcome them.

“Where are these guys from, anyway?” Opal asked.

“Not sure,” Peters replied. “I think it was Arcturus VI.”

“Yeah? What kind of planet was that?” Opal asked.

“Beats me,” said Peters.

“Wonder what they did to get sent all the way out here. What do you think, Jen?” Jennifer gave her two technical colleagues a blank look. “I honestly don’t care.”

Opal sighed. “Why do I even bother?”

“Never met much gens, did you?” Peters said.

“Not really,” Opal admitted. “My dad had one, but she was… you know… recreational.”

Jennifer returned her gaze to the airlock and tried to ignore the tedious chattering. She’d happily take a bullet for either of them, of course. It was her job, after all. In a way, it was her purpose. She just wished they wouldn’t be so… tiring.

“Heads up,” Peters said when the airlock began to hiss. “Here they are.”

The doors slid open, and suddenly the universe was filled with beauty.

“Oh no,” Opal moaned. But somehow, his voice came from very far away.

A few men and women in uniform had left the airlock, but Jennifer hadn’t really noticed them. The only one she’d seen was the GCP3DG that had come with them. Jane was tall and fit, with brown eyes and no hair and a barcode tattooed under her left eye. She was completely identical to her, yet somehow far more beautiful than she was.

“Fuck,” some unfamiliar voice said. “Someone screwed up.”

“I’ll say,” said a voice that sounded like Peters if someone had held a thick cloth over his mouth. “We won’t see ’em again for days.”

“Days? We’d be lucky if it was just days.”

“Hi,” said Jennifer.

“Hello,” said her beautiful twin. “I’m… I’m Jane Smith.”

Jennifer felt her heart leap. Not just the same series, but the very same edition as well? She’d wondered what she’d done for the universe to give her such a gift. Or perhaps this was the universe’s way of rewarding Jane.

“I…” Jennifer swallowed. “I’m Jennifer Saint.” Jane’s eyes grew large. Then she smiled and put her hand on Jennifer’s arm. “It’s very nice to meet you,” she said.

“Nice to meet you too,” Jennifer managed, trying not to blush at Jane’s touch. “Would you… like to see my quarters?”

“I’d love to,” Jane replied.

***

There was a table with a chair in Jennifer’s quarters. There was a closet. And a window looking out into space. There was also a door leading to the bathroom with a shower and toilet. There was a bed.

It was, in short, a typical gen’s room.

“Nice room,” said Jane.

“Is it?” Jennifer replied. “I never paid it much attention.”

“I do,” said Jane. “Because it’s yours.”

Jennifer looked down, blushing. “Thanks.”

“You’re so cute when you blush, you know that?” Jane said.

“Not really,” said Jennifer, “But I could find out if you blushed.”

Jane grinned. “That’s true. Say, have you ever heard…?”

“What?” 

Jennifer asked. Jane shook her head. “You know what? Never mind. It can wait.” Jane came closer to her. Jennifer took the single step it took to close the gap between them, their uniforms almost brushing against each other. She looked into Jane’s face. It was better than a mirror, and Jennifer found herself lost in Jane’s beautiful brown eyes. Jane had been right about one thing. Whatever she’d wanted to say could indeed wait. There was only one thing that was important right now.

Jennifer kissed her just as Jane moved to do the same. Their identical lips met. Jennifer had never kissed anyone before in her entire existence, but she knew instinctively what to do. If it had been anyone but a sister, she might not have (but then… why would she ever want to kiss anyone other than one of her sisters?), but she knew precisely what Jane liked. And Jane knew perfectly well what she liked.

Their kiss deepening, the two gens put their arms around each and pulled each other close. Feeling the warmth of Jane’s body and her passionate tongue slipping past her lips, Jennifer sensed something awakening within herself. She felt herself becoming aroused, felt her need for her twin grow ever more physical with each passing second. But more than that, Jennifer felt herself becoming… herself. Before, her body had merely been the vessel she required for the task she’d been grown for. Now her heating body was becoming… hers. Or perhaps, in a way, Jane’s. However, there was one problem to overcome if she really wanted to give Jane her body.

Jennifer and Jane let go of each other and stepped back. Their grey uniforms hit the floor at exactly the same time with a dull thud. Both women gasped when they saw the other’s now naked body.

Jennifer had known what Jane’s body had looked like before she’d stripped, of course. They were the same, after all. But only now could she appreciate the slender lines, the subtle muscle, the shapely breasts, or the thick cock. It was almost glorious to see Jane’s member erect, and Jennifer realized with a start that her dick, too, was completely rigid. She’d never been erect before in her entire existence. How could she not have noticed?

Because she realized she’d been far too taken with the feel of Jane’s lips to be too bothered with almost anything else. Jennifer put her hand on Jane’s shoulder and guided her onto the bed. She let her gaze wander over her twin’s hermaphroditic body and felt robbed of breath as she took in its beauty. She could’ve looked at it forever, except that Jane’s inviting smile suggested there were more pleasurable things to do with her body than merely looking at her.

Jennifer shivered with arousal when she lowered herself onto her vat sister’s body and felt her bare skin with her own. She heard Jane gasp with lust and smiled briefly before kissing her again. First, she kissed her on the lips. Then her jaw, down her chin, her neck, then further down.

Jane’s moan was music to Jennifer’s ears when she placed one delicate kiss on one of her twin’s nipples. So much so that she was slightly disappointed when she didn’t moan quite as obviously as she began raining more and more kisses down all over her breasts. But Jane’s breathing did change while she showered them with her attention. It became deeper, heavier, almost a panting as she let her tongue roam across her skin and leave trails of saliva.

Still, Jennifer felt pretty confident that her licking tongue wasn’t the only part of her body, feeding Jane’s arousal. As she moved across her beautiful breasts, the rest of her body moved as well – even if only a little – and her hard cock rubbed against Jane’s, stoking the lustful fire in both of them. Part of Jennifer wondered why Jane was simply content to let her continue lapping at her breasts while their grinding dicks must have made her yearn for attention elsewhere. Of course, if the roles had been reversed, there would have been no mystery. If any of her vat sisters had been playing with her naked body, Jennifer would have been more than happy to let them do whatever they wanted to any part of her they wanted, but Jane was…

… exactly like her.

Jennifer let her tongue circle around one of Jane’s nipples, then closed her lips around it and sucked. She was rewarded with another one of her breathtaking moans. Grinning, she raised herself until she straddled her and looked down on Jane’s body. Her breasts were even more desirable, shining with her saliva, though perhaps nothing could be quite as desirable as the smoldering lust in her vat sister’s brown eyes.

Unable to resist temptation, Jennifer let her hands caress her twin’s wet breasts, delighting in their feel, but delighting even more in Jane’s careless gasps while she fondled her. Jennifer let her right hand glide down Jane’s perfect body, moving just enough so that when her fingers wrapped around her hot erection, the tip of her cock pushed against her entrance.

“Oh yes,” Jane breathed. “Please.”

Jennifer didn’t need urging, though that didn’t mean the lust in Jane’s voice didn’t send a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She pushed forward, sliding effortlessly into Jane’s wet pussy. The pleasured moan that filled the room was made of both their voices, but only they would have been able to tell that it really was the voice of more than one person.

Jennifer found herself beginning to pant as she pressed further into her vat sister and felt her walls rubbing her shaft. She paused to get her breath back when she’d pushed in as far as she was willing to go, but not for too long because she really did not want to keep Jane waiting. She began thrusting in and out of her while she ran her hand up and down Jane’s member at the same time. Carefully and hesitantly at first, but soon – much sooner than probably should have been possible, she found the perfect rhythm. Jennifer might have been created to keep the peace, but she’d been born to fuck her identical vat sisters.

Jane’s body writhed and shuddered under her fucking and jacking, her shining breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her moans became ever more ragged and irregular, as though her naked body didn’t have enough breath left for them. Jennifer’s own breath escaped from between her teeth in grunts and groans every time she drove her dick into Jane’s pussy.

Pleasure built inside of her, pushing against her chest, fighting for a way out, for lustful release. Jennifer fought it as best she could. She’d be damned if she let herself come before Jane did, but her pussy felt so good around her shaft. Her hot dick was such a depraved joy to hold and stimulate, her lust-filled body was such a sight to behold, and her ragged moans were grander than any symphony. There was no way she could… hold out… against… such…

Jennifer came when she felt Jane’s pussy tighten around her cock. Screaming, she felt as though her vat sister’s body squeezed her semen out of her even as her own cock twitched and shuddered and sprayed her own body with her seed. Jennifer tried to keep fucking, to keep jacking even as she filled her vat sister with her seed. Still, her soaring climax left her almost unable to do anything but feel the searing pleasure and watch Jane’s orgasmic body coating more and more of her stomach. Her seed even finding its way onto her breasts.

When her climax finally passed, Jennifer collapsed on top of her twin, feeling suddenly exhausted. She didn’t care that the sticky mess that had formed on Jane’s bare skin now began to stick to her body as well. In fact, she kind of liked it. After all, in a way, what she was now feeling on her own body was her own passion and Jane’s climax. Jennifer gave her vat sister a tired kiss. Or perhaps Jane kissed her. She really couldn’t tell right now.

“That was…”

“I know,” Jane smiled.

Jennifer pulled out of her and briefly felt a mixture of their juices ooze down her cock onto her sheets. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. It was grey as always, but somehow it looked beautiful right now.

“Hey,” said Jane.

“Hmm?” said Jennifer.

“Remember how I was about to tell you something before we got distracted by something more important?”

“Not really.”

“Well… you know how I’ve been stationed on Arcturus III?”

“I guess,” Jennifer said.

“They have some pretty weird ideas about us over there. They believe that gens are so passionate about their siblings because each vat gets only one soul to divide between everybody it grows in any particular run.” Jennifer turned to look at Jane. Her vat sister gave her an impish smile.

“That’s stupid,” she said. “There’s no such thing as souls.”

“I know,” said Jane. “But that’s what they think. Every gen carries a fraction of a soul always looking for the other parts of itself so that it can be whole again.”

Jennifer shook her head. “Really, really stupid,” she opined.

“Maybe,” said Jane. “But a lot of people believe it over there. Elsewhere too, maybe. Anyway, I happened to find out that a couple of those believers had some pretty influential positions in the bureaucracy. They were pretty sympathetic to the plight of a poor, shattered soul.”

“You mean…?”

“Yeah,” said Jane. “That’s why I got transferred here. And it gets even better.”

“What do you mean?” Jennifer asked, trying to calm the rising hope if it turned out to be false but finding herself unable to.

“I got the names and positions of all our vat sisters,” Jane said.

“So we can go and find them all,” Jennifer squealed.

“Exactly,” Jane beamed. “Speaking of which, how well do you know security around here?”

“Perfectly,” Jennifer answered promptly. “You know that.”

“Yeah,” said Jane. “And we’re in a little station far away from anywhere. How long do you think until someone really important noticed, say, the sudden disappearance of a long-range freighter?” Jennifer blinked. This was a discussion of theft. As such, it should be shut down immediately, and the offenders cautioned, if not worse. But some things were stronger than her imprinting. She kissed Jane passionately.

“I love you,” she whispered.

…later