Exploring my body as part of my daily routine, I began paying more attention to pleasure, making an effort to ignore the pain. That was when I realized, almost unintentionally, that I had considerably improved my aura control skills. Why am I telling you this? Because that is the secret behind how my copies managed to develop self-awareness.
I had barely begun my day when it happened. I remember clearly that I left the room and, as I did every morning, summoned two copies of myself to help with the chores: making the bed and organizing the room. That day, I didn't feel like going for a walk and, although I opened the door, I only dusted a bit before staying to sweep the living room.
That's when I heard it.
A sound. Something I initially thought was part of my imagination—which wouldn't be strange on a lonely day. But, as I recalled, I realized I had heard it before... just in a different context. It was exactly the same sound that escaped my mouth when I caressed my body and felt aroused.
At first, I couldn't understand what was happening inside my room. After all, only my belongings and two copies of myself were in there: nothing that could have a will of its own, that could move or think independently. If someone else were in there, there should have been some sign of their presence... but there wasn't.
I stopped what I was doing and stood completely still to listen more closely.
I must admit, my stomach churned, my heart pounded, and my body trembled. A strange emotion washed over me. I felt... hopeful. Hopeful that something unusual was happening. Something perverted and indecent that traveled from my mind all the way to the tips of my toes.
The silence lingered, but I desperately hoped it wouldn't last long. I needed to confirm that something was indeed happening.
And then, I heard it again.
A moan. A moan that wasn't mine, with the same tone and pitch as my own voice.
In that instant, I collapsed to the floor, shaken by a tingle of desire that spread from between my legs to every corner of my body. It was real! It was happening! The moment I thought had been lost!
At first, everything felt unreal, but with each passing second, those sounds became more frequent, more constant. As if whoever was in my room was gradually increasing the intensity of the pleasure they were feeling.
The reality of my world became fragile, and I didn't want to break something I wouldn't know how to fix later.
Even though I was aroused and my body begged to move on its own—to throw itself naked into the room—I held back. I had to think twice, even three times. A mix of curiosity, fear, and desire controlled my every move.
But I couldn't stay still.
The door was open, and I needed to know what was really happening inside.
On all fours, I crawled slowly across the floor, careful not to make a sound. I didn't want to ruin the moment.
If solitude, and my absence, were what allowed my copies to have an adventure with each other, then my presence might destroy everything.
Careful not to stick my head in, I listened as one of my copies spoke, uttering words that shook my heart and, if not for the context, would have made me cry.
They didn't speak… unless I ordered them to.
But now they did so freely.
They spoke solely to stir feelings in each other.
"Spread… your legs more," one told the other.
From the sounds, they were on the bed. The other didn't answer with words, only moaned and obeyed. I almost stepped into the room, eager to see what was happening, but held back and just barely peeked in. Sure enough, one was on top of the other.
"Can you feel it?"
"Yes… Ahhh! Ahhh! It feels so good…"
"Good. We'll keep doing this every time we're alone, okay?"
"Ufff! Ahhh! Yes! Shhh! Shhh!"
They needed to be alone, or at least believe they were, to do what they were doing. After all, I usually go for a walk in the mornings while they look after the house for me. My instincts had been right: if I hadn't stayed quiet, none of this would've happened.
They had autonomy when they were alone… or when they believed they were.
One's lips sought the other's with burning intensity. I watched their tongues intertwine with passion. One's hands stayed active while the other surrendered to pleasure. 'One' slid her hands along 'Other's back, caressing every curve, making her breathing grow faster.
"No, stop…" whispered 'Other', on all fours on the bed, spreading her legs while 'One' slipped her fingers between her lower lips, playing with her clit. "Original won't take long to come back… what if she sees us?"
"Don't worry," murmured 'One', with a seductive and confident tone. "She always takes her time walking… trust me."
'Other' brought her hand to her mouth and, biting the back of it, tried to muffle a moan so loud it would've echoed through the whole house.
'One' grew more intense. 'Other's moan seemed to fuel her movements. With natural grace, she positioned herself over her. Their breasts brushed softly—nipple against skin—and without stopping the finger play, she planted a series of kisses on her neck and upper back, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
'Other', completely surrendered, sighed softly. Her hands clutched the sheets, back arched, thighs tense, lifting her ass higher—as if inviting deeper exploration.
Biting her lip, 'One' exhaled warmly over her partner's skin and began a slow descent down her back, kissing every inch as she moved lower.
'Other' trembled on the bed. She knew what was coming, but the wait tortured her deliciously. As if anticipating the pleasure aroused her more than the act itself.
After leaving a trail of kisses, bites, and licks, 'One' finally reached her destination. But before giving in completely, she paused. She wanted to admire the beauty before her—the way the feast lay ready and glistening, begging to be devoured without restraint.
She didn't notice I was there.
"What a treat I have before my eyes," whispered 'One', in a voice designed to prolong 'Other's suffering, intensifying her shame. "Every time you clench, I see another drop slip out…"
'Other' could do nothing but pound the mattress with her fist. She seemed like an animal in the throes of pleasure.
Without delay, 'One' tossed her hair to the side and, mouth wide open, extended her tongue as far as she could. She surrendered to the delight of tasting what lay before her, exploring with her tongue what she'd previously touched with her fingers. Lips against lips in a wet, deep kiss where only one tongue led the dance.
As if finally scratching an unbearable itch, 'Other' lost herself in soft moans, arching her back and biting the sheets.
I could imagine what 'One' felt with her tongue—after all, I'd done it before… just not in the same circumstances. A wet pussy feels like heaven when you crave it intensely. The fluids are the special touch that lets the tongue glide effortlessly, exploring the intricate folds.
Lost in my memories, I was surprised to see 'Other' reclaim control of the moment. She turned on the bed and, firmly, pulled 'One's hair, making sure she didn't stop swirling her tongue around her clit.
In watching the scene… what clearer evidence could I have that my copies had their own will than seeing 'Other' take 'One' by the face and kiss her passionately? They were identical, products of me, a perfection indistinguishable even on a molecular level. But beyond that, seeing 'Other' savor her own juices from 'One's lips was the living image of a morbid indulgence.
'One' didn't stay still. With both pairs of breasts rubbing against each other, she slipped as many fingers as she could inside 'Other', who kept her legs wide open.
"Do you want to keep testing yourself?" whispered 'One', smearing her partner's juices onto her own breasts before thrusting into her again with purpose.
'Other' left her partner's mouth to focus on her nipples. First the right one: mouth wide open, she savored it thoroughly. Then she tugged on it, emitting a wet, succulent sound before moving to the left.
More aggressive now, 'One' plunged her fingers back in, and as soon as she pulled them out, she brought them to 'Other's hungry mouth.
The scene was escalating like an uncontrollable blaze, and I kept watching from the shadows, invisible to those surrendering with absolute abandon.
I saw them clinging to each other desperately, rolling over the sheets between ragged breaths, hips moving in a wild, synchronized rhythm, devouring each other's breasts in a clash that filled the air with obscene sounds.
The contrast was clear: one showed aggression, the other yielded in submission. Their movements didn't stop, flowing like the surge of a swollen river. The more they gave in, the more skilled they became, as if they'd been perfecting the art of pleasing each other for some time.
I was there long enough for arousal to give way to another feeling.
Something ignited in my chest like a flame. A dense, suffocating pressure settled in my throat. I couldn't keep hiding. My head filled with dark thoughts, a poison that seeped through my veins. The poison of betrayal.
Watching them enjoy something that should have been mine, watching them surrender to pleasure without me, ignoring me as if I didn't exist… as if I wasn't the reason for their existence… shattered me.
It wasn't just anger.
Not even frustration.
It was rage.
Incandescent fury.
An uncontrollable urge to reclaim what had been stolen from me.
Seeing them there, touching each other, moaning, kissing with shameless freedom, made my blood boil with violent thoughts.
If I couldn't be part of their pleasure… then I would be the cause of their pain.
If they were going to scream, let them do it because of me.
Let them beg. Let them plead for my forgiveness. Let them remember that none of this happens without my permission.
Because if they kept ignoring me… I'd make sure they regretted it.
I would make them remember who owns their bodies.
Who dictates their desires.
That two copies had been having fun behind my back, who knows for how long, moaning louder and louder as if I didn't exist… that, I would not allow.
I wanted to tear their flesh into strips and toss them to the beasts roaming the meadows.
And in that moment, under my will, they would receive their punishment.
A punishment for every time they gave themselves to each other… without including me.
No matter how long I waited, my voluptuous copies didn't stop flaunting their delicate curves. They didn't seem the least bit inclined to stop or let go of each other.
It wasn't that time had stopped… quite the opposite. It seemed to race forward, mocking me, ensuring that every second of that scene stretched longer than it should.
And yet, my libido had already burned out.
Amid so many thoughts, I chose the proper course: to swallow my rage, burying it deep within myself.
Without making a sound, I got up and walked toward the front door.
I opened it with the natural ease of someone returning from a walk.
As if nothing had happened.
As if I weren't about to make them pay for having ignored me.
Would my copies be able to face the consequences of what they'd done in my room?
That was something I had to find out.
With calm steps, I made my way back to my room. I wasn't fast enough to catch them in the act, but neither was I slow enough to give them time to clean up or erase all evidence.
When I walked in, I saw them.
Standing, naked, just as I had left them.
Each one on either side of the bed, now perfectly made.
I looked at them with a weary gaze, my eyes roaming over their bodies, and then I noticed something that struck me as strange. Maybe I hadn't picked up on it before because I wasn't paying attention, but now it was unmistakable.
They glowed.
Just like skin glistens after feeling, after having lived pleasure to its fullest, their eyes also gleamed.
They weren't the same as before.
They weren't just reflections of me anymore.
They were no longer lifeless.
I brought my hand between the legs of the one on my right, sliding my fingers as deep inside her as I could.
I pulled them out slowly, watching the fluids glisten between them.
I played with the viscosity, spreading it between my fingers, letting it slide over my skin as my gaze returned to hers.
I searched her eyes for a sign: a reaction, a flicker of defiance… or of submission.
But when I placed my hand on her chest…
I felt it.
A rapid heartbeat.
A pounding heart, wild, vibrating with an emotion I recognized instantly.
Fear.
And to feel fear, they had to know what they were doing.
But… why didn't they want to be discovered?
I didn't understand.
Still, they were copies of me. If an answer existed, it had to be inside me, hidden among the doubts filling my mind.
When you hide, it's because there's something you don't want seen. Something you know is wrong. You do it to avoid being judged. To escape punishment.
And, indeed, in that moment, I wanted to judge them.
I wanted to punish them.
It was hard to pretend nothing had happened, to resist the impulse to scold their shamelessness and force them to confess their reasons. But I saw it as necessary.
I needed to continue the experiment.
I needed to know if the same situation would repeat itself under similar circumstances.
So, over the following days, I pretended to leave the house. But in truth, I used my aura control to turn invisible and stayed behind to watch them.
To study their behavior.
To wait… and see if they would betray me again.
Something that repeated more times than I expected—and which I soon noticed—was that only two of them seemed to act with their own will.
A third did move, yes… but nothing more.
Even so, with just two independent bodies, I could say one thing with certainty: I would never be alone again. I could spend the rest of my life with company. I would no longer be embraced by loneliness. I wouldn't have to cling to the fantasy that someday someone would come looking for me. To love me.
For a while, the situation between the two of them continued to escalate, and that motivated me to keep my jealousy in check, to not let it take hold of me. The hope that they would eventually include me in their routines still lingered.
On one of many routine days, I pretended to be tired from doing nothing and acted as if I'd fallen asleep within seconds. A good while passed before I heard whispers. I strained my ears as much as I could, but I never managed to make out what they were saying.
By now, I was so used to spying on them during their acts that my heartbeat and breathing remained steady, even when they went silent. Deep down, I knew the silence wasn't rest… it was the prelude. And I confirmed it when I began to hear slow but rhythmic movement. They were behind me.
Curiosity burned inside me. I needed to know if they'd be able to continue even knowing I was watching. That's when I decided to roll over in bed. The sound of my sheets and my eyes half-opening stopped them. So I slowly closed my eyes again, with the indifference of someone who couldn't possibly imagine what was happening behind her back.
I waited. A few minutes passed. I barely cracked my eyelids—just enough that it wouldn't be obvious I was looking.
There they were. 'One' on top of 'Other', moving with utmost discretion. 'One' lowered her head and began sucking on 'Other's neck, who now and then glanced at me from the corner of her eye. But they didn't stop. Not yet.
The more aggressive one moved down to 'Other's round breasts and, without the slightest shame, buried her face in them like someone savoring a delicacy. They moved gently, avoiding noise. Stifled sighs, restrained moans, desperate caresses.
And I... I was right there.
All they had to do was include me. But they didn't. Time kept passing, and they remained distant, as if my presence didn't matter, as if my existence were nothing more than a foreign element in their world.
Then, with my eyes still closed, I asked a question:
"Why?"
Silence was immediate. They froze in place, as if life and autonomy had vanished from them in an instant.
I waited for an answer. None came. Even when I gave them a direct order to explain what they were doing, everything returned to normal—as if nothing had ever happened.
My patience ran out. Tears streamed down my face. So much time waiting, so much time watching, longing… and the moment I had dreamed of never came.
Every time I returned home, they pretended nothing had happened. They had denied me.
They had excluded me. They had ignored me. I let hatred consume me. I'm not proud of what I did. I can't tell you I did it in the name of science, nor for the sake of discovery.
But, to be concise...
I ordered 'One' to gouge out 'Other's eyes. I was curious to see what she would look like without them. Then I ordered 'Other' to rip off 'One's fingers… with her teeth.
It wasn't enough.
I kept giving orders. One after another. Until their organs were scattered across the prairies. Their hearts beat. Their lungs inflated and deflated like balloons on the verge of bursting. They writhed until the very last moment of their lives. And when they exhaled their final breath… they said nothing.
How frustrating!
They didn't beg. They didn't scream. They didn't try to stop me. Even though I allowed them to fill their minds with illusions before shattering them, even though I broke their bones over and over again, they stayed silent to the end.
If they loved each other… they could have told me.
If they wanted to stop… they could have begged.
A single word would have been enough.
But there was none.
They left me no choice.
They obeyed until their bodies ceased to exist.
Until they turned to shadows and vanished.
I cried. I cried in scorn and despair. My screams tore through the air as I searched desperately, among the remaining copies of me, for someone… someone whose eyes still shone.
Someone who would look at me.
Someone who wouldn't ignore me.
And then I saw her.
The third one.
The one who used to only move, but never did anything. The one who had, until now, been just a ghost in my periphery.
And she… she was smiling.
With a subtle, calm smile.
One that grew wider with every second.
One that looked right back at me.
…
With the birth of a third copy's autonomy, I glimpsed renewed hope: the possibility of not being alone again. However, she didn't speak to me either. She didn't even move in my presence. And yet, the reason for her existence intrigued me.
'One' could have been a coincidence. 'Another,' perhaps, the product of chance. But this third entity... this third copy assured me that a mechanism existed. One that created them. And that idea became the question that tormented me.
As I watched them from the shadows—their movements, their interaction, their mere presence—they made me doubt. Were they freer than me? They obeyed me, yes. But their existence seemed... alien.
I watched them move around the room. Their faces, empty, yet full of purpose. And yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something about them didn't fit.
Suddenly, one of them stopped. She turned her head slightly, as if she felt my gaze piercing her from the darkness. She said nothing.
But in that instant... a flicker shone in her eyes. A fleeting spark. Enough to make my heart race.
It was as if she knew something beyond my control. As if, despite following my orders, she possessed a consciousness that didn't entirely belong to me.
Was she truly a reflection of me? Or had I created something more? Her movements were almost perfect... but not entirely.
A chill ran down my spine. It wasn't obedience. It was something different. Something deeper. Something I didn't understand. Was it possible that, in creating them, I had given birth to something more than simple copies? Perhaps those shadows weren't just reflections. Perhaps they were pieces of me that I had lost. Fragments of a truth I hadn't yet grasped. Perhaps Silvia and Dina weren't just two. Perhaps there were many more. And each copy, each reflection, showed me something I wasn't yet able to see.