Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I decided I wanted to make her first few days, at least, in my house, free of the stress that having a jealous bed sister might cause. I also decided that she should start exploring the career opportunities she would have available both during her term of service to me and afterward. Candy would help with that, and the two of them would learn to get along well together once Renee saw that Candy didn’t represent a threat but rather a help to her.
Yes, Candy spanking Renee, which had of course come from her jealousy subroutines, had aroused me enormously—and I didn’t rule out turning up the artificial girl’s jealousy parameter again once Renee had found her footing with me. It might well help her to feel how she had enchanted me and I didn’t have the same interest in fucking Candy as I had before, if she saw that Candy’s pleas for attention fell on deaf ears.
For the moment, though, I had turned Candy’s jealousy down to zero. And then she had acted jealous in bed this morning. And then, just now, I had pulled up Candy’s personality parameters and found that either I had hallucinated turning her jealousy down, or something—or someone—had reset it to six.
Renee
I took a deep breath, and then I bit my lip and chewed on it for a little while. I stood in the hall, in front of Candy’s door, one down from mine in the west wing of Master Hendryk’s enormous house. Our bedrooms were just next to the master suite—literally the master suite, I could never keep myself from thinking whenever I saw those double doors, now closed, and thought about what happened in my owner’s enormous bed. Our bathroom lay just across the hall.
I needed an orgasm. I had tried to keep busy. Candy had laid out a 5000-piece picture puzzle on the coffee table in the family room, and she had only done half of it so far. The teddy bears in the picture looked benignly at me as I tried to find a single piece that might fit with another.
But my blue babydoll nightgown, which Master Hendryk specified for days when he had fucked me, just like at the Institute, kept distracting me. Its frilly hem, rubbing over the tops of my thighs as I reached for a puzzle piece whose brown fur seemed like a possible match for the texture of the one in my hand, whispered against places that my master had somehow left needy despite the soreness he had also bestowed.
That very soreness, to my dismay, made the hand that returned to my lap, after I had figured out that the two pieces didn’t actually fit together, rub a little. Just to see how it felt. I had felt my forehead crease, and the memory of Master Hendryk’s huge manhood moving inside my wet, needy pussy had come back much too strongly.
I had gotten up and gone to Candy’s door. I stood there, looking at it, thinking about the thing our owner had said about the tutoring. He hadn’t said anymore—just that it would happen today.
Educational theory. What was it? What did it have to do with me?
Right now I didn’t really care, though: the need Master Hendryk had apparently created inside me with his brutal discipline and hard fucking demanded attention. Somehow the idea of his leaving me in the hands of my capricious artificial bed sister had made it impossible to stop thinking about the touch of her skillful fingers and her knowing tongue.
Candy’s door stood ajar. I knocked softly. Her voice called, “Come in!”
“Candy?”
I pushed open the door, to see her sitting at her little desk with a blank expression on her face, seemingly looking at the wall. I frowned, trying to figure out what—if anything—the AI girl was doing. I knew she had an interface with the house network, so I supposed she must be… reading? watching a movie inside her head? Remembering the morning in bed with Master Hendryk?
I waited for her to turn her head to look at me, but she kept staring straight ahead.
“Candy?” I asked again, in a timid voice. She did turn to look at me then, and her face assumed her familiar expression of mingled brightness and sass.
“Yes, Renee?” she asked.
Something about that cheerful, exclamatory tone, I realized, always seemed to make me a little anxious—as if something in me couldn’t get over the idea that Candy’s pleasant, extraordinarily realistic human affect actually concealed another intent. I couldn’t even tell if that impression came from any element truly present in Candy’s demeanor. In fact I thought I probably only imagined it because I knew Candy’s body and mind had come from Selecta’s research and development lab rather than the body of a human mother.
I frowned, my lower lip caught between my teeth. I took a deep breath in and out through my nose, working up the courage to ask, given that I knew my artificial bed sister would certainly exact some degrading price. I swallowed hard as my fingers, with a seeming will of their own, rubbed a little along the hem of my nightgown, on my sensitive inner thigh.