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Making Love: Chapter 15

Added 2023-10-14 15:00:05 +0000 UTC

-- CHAPTER 15: Social --

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“Welcome… Hey, thanks for coming. Good to see you.” I extended my right hand outward. “It’s Tim, right?”

“Right,” Tim replied while taking my hand and shaking it. “This is my wife, Abby, and our two little ones T.J. and Alison.”

“So pleased to meet you,” Lisa said first, stepping forward to embrace Abby in a chaste shoulder-tapping hug and then bending at the waist and planting her hands on her knees to bring her face down to the young children next to Abby. “Hello! I see you’ve got your swimsuits on already. Are you excited to jump into the pool?”

The boy of about six nodded eagerly while holding his kid sister’s hand, and the wide-eyed little girl gawked at Lisa while stating in a cute little voice, “You’re really pretty.”

Lisa immediately blushed and smiled. “Why thank you, Miss Alison. That’s a very nice compliment.”

The children’s mother immediately touched her kids’ shoulders and said, “Why don’t you two go ahead and hop in the pool?”

The children’s father was gawking wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the expansive cleavage put on display by Lisa’s scoop-necked summer dress while she remained bent-over, unable to tear his gaze away. But once the kids ran off and Lisa stood back up, he slurped up his drool and schooled his eyes back to me while Lisa gestured after the little ones, saying, “They’re adorable.”

Abby winked. “Any plans to have your own someday?”

I immediately choked, started coughing, and had to thump my chest with the top of my right fist.

Tim laughed and chided, “I guess that answers that.”

I waved him off, caught my breath, and then pointed towards the main picnic table, explaining, “Beers are in the red cooler. Sodas and juice pouches are in the blue cooler. Chips and snacks are on the table. And the burgers and brats will be ready in another ten minutes or so.”

Tim was nodding slowly to confirm he’d heard me, but his gaze had started drifting towards Lisa’s cleavage again.

“Great! Thanks!” Abby said primly before hooking her arm around her husband’s elbow and then quickly steering him away from the ravishing redhead by my side.

Lisa watched them go for a moment and then turned her attention back to me with an apologetic look. “I should’ve worn a higher neckline.”

“No, you’re dressed fine. It’s warm and your summer dress is perfectly appropriate,” I assured her. “We’re not trying to hide that you all are very, very attractive young women. Just… be mindful of how low you dip down the next time you’re greeting little kids.”

“I will.” Lisa giggled and nodded her agreement. Her eyes flickered briefly, and when she canted her head to the side, she informed me, “I told the other girls the same just now.”

“All three of them? I thought Bluetooth was limited to a ten-meter range?” I glanced around. Our suburban community had a large, gated swimming pool complex maintained by our HOA, with a 25-yard lap pool, a deep-end with a diving board, a wading pool, and an ADA-compliant zero-entry spa (hot tub). Lisa and I were standing at the barbecue island adjacent to the pergola-shaded picnic table area, and at the moment, Moemi and the HellKat twins were spread out all around the complex.

Lisa shrugged and leaned closer to my ear, whispering, “We upgraded to Class 1 radios and can transmit up to a kilometer now, at least outdoors.”

I blinked. “Good to know.”

Lisa smiled and then elbowed me lightly. “You should flip over the burgers now.”

“Oh, right. Thanks.” I raised the lid on the large community barbecue grill, grabbed the spatula, and started flipping burgers. Some of them looked a little crispy, and I winced at Lisa, muttering softly, “You can fix that, right?”

She nodded confidently and then kissed my ear before whispering, “Don’t worry about it. You’re just going through the motions for show. I promise everything will look and taste absolutely perfect. We want to make a good impression, after all.”

“We do.” I smiled and sighed in relief. While I was an accomplished engineer, operating a barbecue grill had never been my forte. I mean, I could grill things in general and the stuff would still be edible, but I had never taken the time to really master the art, you know? Leaning over, I pecked my girlfriend on the lips. “Thank you, Lisa. You’re amazing.”

“I AM amazing, aren’t I?” Lisa replied with a sunny smile, twisting lightly in the breeze before wrapping an arm around my waist and hugging herself against my side.

“She IS amazing,” a female voice cut in, and both Lisa and I turned to smile at a middle-aged mom with dyed-blonde hair, eyelash extensions, and silicone boobs put on display in form-fitting spandex Lululemon athleisure wear as if she was about to go for a run around the neighborhood rather than attend a family pool party. I’d known she lived in the neighborhood since I first moved in, but could not recall her name until she’d introduced herself as ‘Kelly’ to Lisa less than a half-hour ago.

“She must be amazing,” the second middle-aged mom agreed with a mild Japanese accent. Her name was Ayako, she was a petite woman similarly clad in form-fitting spandex Lululemon, and she tittered before adding, “She managed to get Wyatt out of the house for once.”

The two moms laughed at their little joke, with Lisa joining in. Even I chuckled and shrugged. Blonde Kelly touched Lisa’s forearm and asked, “How DID you manage it? Six years ago he moved into the neighborhood, and this is the first time I’ve seen him coming to a Community Social, let alone hosting one.”

“It was quite easy, really,” Lisa replied affably. “I simply told him I wanted to meet his neighbors and that I was throwing a pool party to do so.”

“So this was all your idea?” Ayako inquired.

“Well, it was the neighborhood’s idea,” Lisa replied modestly, holding up her hands. “I understand that various families have been hosting these Community Social pool parties for years. I think Wyatt’s turn was long past due.”

“Well on behalf of the entire neighborhood, thank you, Lisa,” Kelly said somewhat melodramatically.

“You’re very welcome.” Lisa smiled and did a half-curtsey.

“So how long have the two of you been together?” Ayako inquired, leaning forward with her dark eyes glimmering with obvious interest.

“Almost a year now, right, honey?” Lisa asked, hugging me against her side.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied a bit stiffly, although internally I reminded myself to relax. Gregarious conversation really wasn’t my thing.

“And your friends live with you too, right?” Kelly queried, her eyes somewhat narrowed.

“Moemi told us she’s been living with you two for about six months now, is that right?” Ayako stated more than asked.

“Right,” Lisa stated with a smile. “We went to college together. All of us did, actually, including Helena and Katarina. We’re all sorority sisters.”

“That’s so cool,” Kelly stated with a warm smile. “I still keep in my touch with my sorority sisters, although none of them live close by. Kappa Alpha Theta. How about you?”

“Alpha Delta Pi,” Lisa replied breezily. “We’re all from the East Coast, and when Moemi started looking for a job in SoCal, I told her to come stay with us. Same for when Helena and Katarina decided to move out here.”

“Must be quite interesting in that house of yours,” Ayako intoned with a suggestive tone. “One man living with four beautiful young women. 彼はどうやってついていくんですか?”

“彼は何時間でも続けられる,” Lisa replied with a smiling giggle.

Ayako’s eyes got big. “You speak Japanese?”

“もえみちゃんといつも話してます,” Lisa explained, still smiling, with the endearment ‘Moemi-chan’ leading her sentence.

Kelly’s eyes clicked back and forth between Ayako and Lisa. “What are you two talking about?”

Ayako laid a hand on Kelly’s shoulder, grinning lasciviously while she intoned, “We’re just praising Wyatt’s endurance.”

Kelly’s eyebrows waggled at me. “Got any room for one more?”

“Kelly!” Ayako exclaimed, slapping her friend’s forearm scandalously.

“Just kidding, just kidding,” Kelly replied with twinkling eyes that implied otherwise. The blonde wrapped her arms around Lisa’s elbow, adding, “But seriously, you need to tell me more.”

Ayako laughed and followed as Kelly started leading Lisa away towards the picnic tables where a few other women from the neighborhood had gathered. Katarina was already among them, no doubt having similar questions being fired at her. Helena was flirting with a group of beer-drinking guys by some benches by the diving board. And Moemi was in the shallow end of the pool, wearing a modest one-piece swimsuit and doting on several young children by throwing multicolored plastic fish into the water and clapping joyously when the kids retrieved the fish and brought them back to her.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself once again to relax. So far, so good. Everything was going to plan.

Ironically, Chet - the very person behind the reason we needed the plan - wasn't here at the social, although his wife and children were. That was just fine with me, as none of us had any interest in seeing him again anytime soon.

The day after Chet had unexpectedly burst in on us, I’d met up with him privately and promised I’d build him a sexbot in exchange for his silence, but that it would take three months to build. I’d declined his offer of money upfront, saying I didn’t need his money – only his discretion. And he’d assured me he wouldn’t tell a soul so long as he got what he wanted.

Meanwhile, we’d changed all of the locks in the house, installed external security cameras with both SSD-storage and cloud-based backups on a Smart Home network, and even added infrared laser internal alarms at each access point. The Homeowners Association wouldn’t let us put up a gated fence across the front of the property or external steel security doors, but we’d done the best we could within the CC&Rs. The last thing I wanted was Chet – or anyone else, for that matter – sneaking in and catching us having sex again.

Next, the girls would start to socialize and demonstrate to the neighborhood that they were “human”, hence today’s Community Social.

Everything would be fine.

So long as you don’t get distracted and burnt the meat.

As if sensing my nervous worry, Lisa glanced back at me over her shoulder and called, “Five minutes and they’ll be perfect.”

I smiled and waved back to her. “Thanks, honey. Love you!”

Lisa absolutely beamed. “I love you too!”

****

“Well I think that went very well!” Helena pronounced as the five of us entered the privacy of our house through the garage, having put away all of our gear.

And by “put away”, I mean that the magically conjured coolers, barbecue tools, and pool towels vanished into the ether from whence they came with no need to clean up.

The five of us were all magically freshened up as well: skin cleared of dirt, sweat, and sunblock; hair cleansed of chlorine water, and our clothes just like new.

Speaking of clothes, we were all still clad in the same attire we’d worn to the pool party. Lisa and Moemi wore summer dresses over their swimsuits, while Helena and Katarina had donned linen wraps over their bikinis. But Helena made a big show of dramatically removing her linen wrap and letting it fall to kitchen floor, her heeled sandals making clack, clack sounds on the marble surface as she sashayed into the great room with her shapely hips swaying side-to-side.

“‘Went very well’ in the sense that nobody clued-in to the fact that we’re all sexbots?” Katarina inquired after her twin sister. “Or ‘went very well’ in the sense that no less than five different guys tried to get your phone number?”

“Bit of both,” Helena remarked dismissively, pausing in the great room, reaching back with both hands to palm her generous buttcheeks.

The bodaciously busty blonde had worn a metallic gold bikini that had been shimmering whenever it caught the sunlight throughout the afternoon. It was tiny enough to have been considered too scandalous for such a family event had she not kept the linen wrap on the entire time. But she did keep it on for the entire time, and presently gave me a come-hither look over her shoulder.

“Flirting with all those guys just made me super-horny for YOU, Master,” Helena intoned huskily, tugging with her hands so that I could see the thin, golden strap that bisected her buttcheeks. “I belong only to YOU.”

Lisa laughed and gently pushed me forward with a hand to my lower back. I let her propel me forward and then continued on into the great room, where Helena bent forward over the back of the big couch, thrusting her bikini-clad ass at me while bracing herself against the backrest.

I was happy to slide my palms and fingers up the busty blonde bombshell’s bare thighs before grabbing meaty handfuls of her booty and giving her flesh a firm squeeze. Helena cooed at my attention, sighing with visible relief. I knew the sexbot had a tremendous libido, and that she really did get all worked up basking beneath the attention of the guys at the party. But I’d never felt a hint of concern about it, knowing all along that Helena was hard-coded to my DNA and would never actually do anything with one of them.

It was a strange contradiction: feeling security in Helena’s hard-coded fidelity and yet unsettled by Lisa’s. It wasn’t logical or consistent, but at the moment I embraced my hypocrisy. Did I want my girls to choose me of their own free will?

Absolutely.

Did I accept that my girls’ fidelity was a given based on their core programming?

Absolutely.

My life was certainly less stressful that way.

I was still fondling the shapely globes of my hard-coded Helena’s heinie when she pushed herself upright and twisted around to face me. I was wearing a casual Tommy Bahamas button-down shirt, which Helena bunched up in her fists as she tilted her head and met my mouth with a fierce kiss that clearly expressed her desire to claim me as her one and only. Meanwhile, I let my hands continue fondling her ass from the other direction, possessively pinching and squeezing her pliant flesh. Helena raised her leg and then magically grew a few inches, high enough to plant her crotch against my rapidly-rising rod and dry-hump my bulge. But just when our liplock reached a pinnacle and I started thinking about bending her over the back of the couch so I could plunder her pussy, Helena abruptly pulled her mouth off of mine and rotated my head to the side.

Katarina smiled at me from inches away, happy to seize my skull and mash her mouth against mine with a ferocity every bit as fiery as her twin sister’s. And we were still making out like a pair of teenagers in heat when I felt Helena’s hands slipping down my chest as she squatted and tugged down my swim trunks.

Moments later, my prickhead started probing into Helena’s throat.

Yes.

Katarina then squatted down as well, staring up at me with green eyes aglow as she happily waited her turn. Helena didn’t make her wait long, pulling off my prick and jacking the shaft with her hand until it extended outward between them so that the two HellKat twins could lick along its length at the same time with the tips of their tongues.

Double yes.

My knees started to go weak as two talented cocksuckers put their talent to use, and the twins pulled away while steadying my hips. I took that as my cue to shuffle around the couch – not easy to do with my swim trunks around my ankles. In the blink of an eye, my swim trunks disappeared completely, and I was able to walk around more easily and then take a seat on the center cushion.

The girls followed after, with Katarina kneeling between my legs to resume her fellatio while Helena knelt on the seat beside me, tugging the metallic gold cups of her bikini top down to expose her plump pink nipples and offer them to my hungry gaze. I was hungry to do more than just gaze, of course, and fastened my lip around a proffered teat, growling animalistically before nuzzling my nose through her cleavage and then kissing Helena’s pouty lips just as ferociously as she’d been earlier kissing me.

We were still making out like a pair of teenagers in heat when I felt Katarina pop off my prick and climb into my lap. The other HellKat twin had been clad in a metallic silver bikini all afternoon, and she still had her linen wrap on. But rather than remove any of the articles of clothing, Katarina merely let her wrap fall open and tugged the strap of her bikini bottoms aside to expose her puffy pink labia already flowering open in anticipation. And before I could even react, Katarina had swiftly impaled herself on my prick.

“Fffuuuccckkk yyyeeeaaahhh…” the busty blonde moaned.

“Fuck yeah is right,” I groaned in reply, backing my head away from Helena’s for a moment so I could breathe.

“Is my pussy good for you?” the younger-by-minutes twin crooned as she started to undulate in my lap.

“So good… Always so good…” I breathed.

“Better than my pussy?” Helena inquired teasingly.

“They’re both so good and you know it,” I laughed, holding Katarina’s hips in my hands as I guided her gyrations to maximize both her pleasure and mine.

“I think we should find out,” Helena suggested. “Switch, Sis?”

Katarina rolled her eyes but chuckled and nodded. A moment later, the busty blonde dismounted my dick to kneel on my other side while Helena quickly took her place.

“Fffuuuccckkk yyyeeeaaahhh…” the busty blonde moaned.

“Fuck yeah is right,” I groaned in reply.

“Is my pussy good for you?” the older-by-minutes twin crooned as she started to undulate in my lap.

“So good… Always so good…” I breathed with waggling eyebrows, and both girls giggled.

“I should complain about having to wait again, but fuck you two look so hot together,” Katarina moaned, seizing her twin sister’s head and mashing their mouths together.

“I agree: fuck you two look so hot together,” I groaned, sighing at the sight of the Sapphic sisters smooching and trembling with twincestuous satisfaction as they savored the taste of their twin’s tart tongue. And I could especially feel the way Helena’s heavenly snatch cinched up tightly around my turgid tool.

Helena giggled once the girls pulled apart as she fixed me with an arched eyebrow. “Better than my sister’s pussy?”

“I think he needs a fresh reminder,” Katarina suggested. “Switch, Sis?”

Helena rolled her eyes but chuckled and nodded. A moment later, the busty blonde dismounted my dick to kneel on my other side while Katarina quickly took her place.

“Fffuuuccckkk yyyeeeaaahhh…” the busty blonde moaned.

“Haven’t we done this before?” I laughed.

“So?” Helena prompted. “Better than MY pussy?”

“They’re BOTH great pussies,” I insisted diplomatically.

“Equal pussies?” Helena queried.

“Different but equal?” Katarina offered.

“Identical but equal, more like it,” Helena challenged.

“Well, they don’t have to be identical. This one is Lisa’s pussy, for example.” Katarina shifted slightly in my lap, and I felt a subtle shift in her inner walls. But then Katarina got a devious look on her face, adding, “Or IS it?”

A moment later, I felt another subtle shift, whether from Katarina’s shapeshifting or simple clenching, I’d never know.

“Is this Lisa’s pussy? Or this? Or this?” Three more times in quick succession, Katarina’s cunt clamped down around my concrete-hard cock.

“Fuck, everything feels so good,” I groaned honestly, although at the moment I really wouldn’t have been able to distinguish between any of them. “Seriously though, I’m not gonna play games about this. Whatever you’re doing feels amazing.”

“A wise man once said: the best pussy is the pussy currently wrapped around your dick,” Helena laughed.

“I’ll agree with that,” I groaned, tightening my grip around Katarina’s midsection and guiding her into the rhythmic up-and-down motions I wanted in order to maximize my pleasure. She caught on quickly and happily took over, holding my shoulders with an adoring gaze as she looked into my eyes. And the light in her green irises shone even brighter when I murmured, “The best pussy, Kat. The best.”

She giggled and quickly leaned in to kiss me with surprising tenderness. A moment later, she pulled back and murmured endearingly, “The best dick for me, Wyatt. The only dick for me.”

I chuckled and kissed her again. “Glad to hear it.”

“Never even tempted?” Lisa queried out of the blue. We all turned to look, finding the ravishing redhead relaxing in my recliner, still wearing the halter-top to her bikini but otherwise naked with her legs flung over the armrests and Moemi’s head pressed against her crotch. Lisa lackadaisically gestured in a wide circle with one index finger, adding, “With all the male attention the two of you were getting by the pool, were either of you ever tempted to… well…”

“We would never cheat on Wyatt!” Helena abruptly insisted.

“Never!” Katarina chimed in.

“Well, I didn’t mean to suggest either of you would actually cheat on Wyatt,” Lisa hedged. “But you can’t say you both didn’t enjoy flirting with the other guys.”

Katarina paused her humping and exchanged a look with her twin sister. A moment later, the HellKat blondes both stared straight at Lisa and stated emphatically in unison, “We were never remotely tempted to do anything more than just talking.”

“Fair enough,” Lisa conceded, raising both hands. “Forget I asked.”

“Buuut…” Helena added slowly while waggling her head.

Lisa sat up a little straighter. “But what?”

Helena winced as she looked at me. “Don’t be mad.”

“I won’t be mad,” I assured her, “unless you try to withhold from me how you truly feel.”

Helena exchanged another look with Katarina, and it was the younger-by-minutes twin still impaled on my dick who insisted, “We would never cheat on you.”

“Still glad to hear it, but please… continue.”

“It was… nice… being social,” Helena admitted.

“Yes. Nice,” Katarina agreed. “But that’s all. Getting out of the house for a bit.”

“Meeting new people,” Helena continued.

“Practicing our conversational skills,” Katarina added.

“We have no interest in finding other boyfriends or anything like that.”

“But it would be… intriguing… to try and make some friend-friends.”

“Girlfriends.”

“Well… maybe even guy friends. But not like dating or anything like that. Maybe even just gay guy friends. I’m just trying to say…” Katarina got flustered for a moment, and her voice trailed off.

“We thought it would be nice to make friends, period,” Helena finished for her. “Guys, girls, little kids, it doesn’t matter.”

“We like people,” Katarina explained merrily. “We’re extroverts.”

“We get energized being in large gatherings.”

“We get energized being social.”

“And there haven’t been many opportunities to be social.”

“Well we love going to Disneyland.”

“But that’s different.”

“At least we get to TALK to lots of people at Disneyland.”

“But only for a few minutes at a time while standing in line or waiting for a show to start.”

“Being at the Community Social, we got to spend HOURS talking to people – and not just the guys.”

“That was FUN - lots of fun - and I guess what we’re trying to say is that we’d love it if we got to do things like THAT more often.”

“Is that so much to ask?”

I rubbed Katarina’s hips (well, I groped her ass - same diff) and looked both blondes in the eyes. “It really isn’t so much to ask,” I assured them.

Lisa chimed in, “All part of the plan, really. The more we integrate with the community, the more ridiculous any of Chet’s claims that we aren’t human will sound. I’m sure there will be many more opportunities to be social in the near future - more opportunities to make friends.”

“Don’t get us wrong; we LOVE being part of this family and hanging out with you, Lisa, and Moemi,” Helena interjected.

“But you enjoyed getting to interact with new people; I totally understand,” I stated reassuringly. “It’s a testament to how you’re growing as individuals – becoming even more real - that you’re climbing Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs and seeking more from your lives than mere existence.”

“Hmmm…” Lisa muttered, drawing my attention. And when I looked over at her, she gave me a dubious look while asking, “Does that imply you think Moemi and I are less real for not seeking social contact with the outside world?”

“No, no, of course not,” I said, holding both hands up and taking a deep breath to calm myself.

It felt a little bit weird to be having this conversation while the four of us were having sex, and I’d stopped pumping. I didn’t pull Katarina OFF my dick or anything (let’s not get crazy here), but I stroked her shoulders absentmindedly while she sensed she should remain still. And Moemi even pulled her face out of Lisa’s crotch to turn around and look back at us.

“It’s my fault that you all don’t get more opportunities to be social,” I began somewhat ruefully. “I’m the introvert. Me being such a homebody is what’s been holding you back.”

Katarina frowned and shook her head in the negative like she wanted to disagree with me while Helena firmly nodded her head up and down. The girls glanced at each other, and Lisa was the first to giggle.

“I want all four of you,” I continued, making sure to sweep my gaze from Lisa to Moemi to Helena and then Katarina before returning my attention to Lisa, “to actively seek out whatever you need in order to make your lives more fulfilling. Maybe that means being social and making friends around the neighborhood. Maybe that means something else. Have any of you given thought to how you might want to spend your days other than having sex with me all the time?”

Katarina gave me a funny look while clenching her cunt muscles around my cock, whining, “But we LIKE having sex with you all the time!”

I laughed and rubbed her ass. “I know, Kat. I know.”

“It IS our primary purpose,” Moemi said softly.

“I know it is, Moe-chan,” I said kindly. “But you’re allowed to have other purposes as well. Katarina loves baking, for example. Have you ever considered picking up a hobby and learning a new skill?”

Moemi pursed her lips and thought about that. A moment later, she blushed pink and averted her eyes downward.

“What is it?” I asked gently.

“It is a silly idea,” she muttered pessimistically.

“There are no silly ideas,” I said encouragingly.

Now all four of us were staring at Moemi, who blushed even deeper beneath our attention. Lisa reached down to squeeze the Japanese girl’s shoulder, and Moemi reached up to cover Lisa’s hand with her own.

Eventually, Moemi looked back up at me and said hesitantly in a small voice, “Well… I… I have looked out at the backyard and… and I… Well I considered growing a garden.”

Helena pulled her head back. “A garden?”

“For vegetables and things like that,” Moemi said softly.

“But we can make food with a snap of our fingers,” Helena muttered, snapping her fingers for emphasis, and a bowl of fresh carrots, broccoli, and corn on the cob magically appeared atop the coffee table.

“I told you it was a silly idea,” Moemi muttered sadly.

“No, no,” I insisted before looking up at the blonde beside me. “Helena, please.”

Helena held up both hands and looked suitably chagrined.

“Moemi,” Katarina interjected, “I think growing a garden would be a great idea. It’s not so different than my baking. I could make magicked cookies with a snap of my fingers, but it’s so much more fun and rewarding to bake it myself.”

The Japanese girl smiled. “I would like to see my garden grow over time. To see the first leaves, to make my first harvest, you understand?”

“We understand,” I assured her. Lisa gave Moemi’s shoulder another squeeze. And both twins nodded their approval.

“You’ve never done much with the backyard anyway,” Lisa remarked, gesturing vaguely out the sliding door. “There’s plenty of space to do some new landscaping… Plant a few fruit trees…”

“Put in a private pool and a hot tub…” Katarina suggested with a grin.

“Build the fences a little higher…” I added.

“Ooh, will that mean we can go skinny-dipping?” Helena asked excitedly.

“Mayyybe…” I conceded.

“I think he likes the idea,” Katarina added. “He just got thicker inside me.”

All four girls laughed.

I took a deep breath and then swept my gaze across all of them again. “I don’t want you all just playacting at being real people. You ARE real people – artificial people, yes, but still real. You’re all so much more than mere sexbots now, and I want all four of you to grow as individuals. Find a hobby. Be social. Interact with the outside world. We have to do so safely to make sure government agents in dark suits don’t figure out what you are and try to take you away to be science experiments, but I know there’s a way to let all of you choose your own paths and live meaningful, rewarding lives.”

“AND have lots of sex,” Katarina said happily, clenching her cunt around my cock again.

“AND have lots of sex,” I granted with a grin.

The perky blonde in my lap leaned in to peck my lips. “Does that mean I can start humping you again?”

I chuckled and grabbed her ass. “Only if that’s what YOU choose to do.”

She started humping me again.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Weird Science: https://www.patreon.com/posts/87874112

Chapter 2: Lisa: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88065266

Chapter 3: Not A Dream: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88270447

Chapter 4: Moemi: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88468921

Chapter 5: Welcome to the Family: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88733948

Chapter 6: Just Go With It: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88949561

Chapter 7: Real: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89143016

Chapter 8: The Magic Ingredient: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89350472

Chapter 9: The Twins: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89545248

Chapter 10: A Perfect Day: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89813324

Chapter 11: A Perfect Day II: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89958573