Therapy, part 4

[nybble]

Sorry for the delay. Thanks again to everyone for their continued encouragement.

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As they kissed, Al allowed his hands to roam over Karen's back. It felt soft and warm, with well-defined muscles underneath. If he hadn't seen it for himself, he would never have believed she wasn't human.

"So, do you want to go farther? I have the time and energy." Karen was being very playful. She reached down and felt his crotch through his pants and made an expression of mock surprise, "And it seems I have your attention."

"Sure. Lead the way." Karen turned and walked with exaggerated sway down a hallway and turned into a bedroom. Al followed with much interest in her slim but defined hips and perfect legs. He didn't even notice that she had removed her blouse by the time she reached the queen-sized bed.

She turned to face him, giving Al his first full-frontal view of this wonderfully constructed person. She spread her arms with upturned palms and arched her back slightly, presenting herself in full. "So, see anything you like?"

Al did indeed. Her arms were slim and delicate, her shoulders broad, which only seemed to accentuate the large breasts which sat high and separated on her chest. Her rib cage tapered towards her waist, which was slightly more thin than what her strong shoulders would suggest; it did work well, he thought, with her hips and smaller than average butt. As his eyes worked their way down her body, she was slinking out of her skirt, reveling all of her magnificent self.

"Somebody's got too many clothes on!" she sing-songed while she walked over and unbuttoned his shirt.

"There you are." Linda had found them. "So, the cops are gone and the tow-truck has taken away the moron's car. Do you want me to start fixing the mailbox tonight or to wait until morning?"

Karen was unfazed by this new piece of information. She had already removed Al's shirt and was working on his belt. With her teeth. So it was unsurprising that Al was distracted and didn't hear all of what Linda had said. Al turned his head and asked, "I'm sorry; were you talking to me?"

"Of course; you're the master of the house now. Should I repair the mailbox tonight?"

"Um, no, it can wait. So, how different are you and your sister, I mean in the physical design."

Karen's mouth was still busy, now on Al's zipper. Linda answered, "Exactly the same except for a few minor facial details and hair color. Why?"

"So you are capable of performing sexual acts?"

"Yeah, but why? I'm not very good at them and I don't find them very fun. Besides, you have Karen, right?"

Karen giggled, pulled Al's pants and boxers down in one yank, and gave her sister a thumbs up from between Al's legs.

"Linda, is this what you expected with your new directives?"

"Well, it's not for us to demand anything in that regard. But yes, this is something like what we wanted. Karen needed a focus for her directives, and I needed someone to give me permission and priorities to perform my more complex maintenance duties."

"So, you are capable of everything your sister can do, including sex."

"We covered that; capable, but not interested. Sorry. Boink my sister. She's more than willing."

Karen, now having disrobed Al with the exception of his shoes and socks, thought the conversation was way to clinical. Being on her knees in front of Al, she saw a perfect opportunity to get his attention, and hopefully keep it.

Al went from clinical to heaven in one long slow descent by Karen's mouth over his shaft. Once engulfed, she reached up with one hand and gently caressed his testicles while the other began grabbing her breasts.

"Um, well, seems sis has you well in hand now. I'll be off to bed, then. G'night."

Al heard words behind him, but they didn't matter now. Karen started slowing moving her head back and forth, going up and down on Al, twisting her tongue around him as she moved. He in turn grabbed her hair and started thrusting into her mouth. She moaned appreciatively of the rough treatment which further encouraged Al.

Karen continued her affections for several minutes without stopping, continuously altering her attentions to keep him at the peek of excitement, but no further. "Wow, Karen, do you need to breathe?"

Karen disengaged and looked up. "Yes, I do, but I can breathe out my nose and my ears if my mouth is busy." Well, that's different, he thought. Really, it makes sense. Even in humans the ear canals and throat are connected, so it would make sense to add that as a feature if one was redesigning.

Karen stood up and recognized the look in Al's eyes; he was lost in thought again. Shaking her head, she grabbed his penis and pulled him towards the bed. That seemed to get his attention.

Once at the bed, Karen fell onto the mattress on her back and pulled her feet up on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs apart and forcing her knees up in the air. Her sex was on display, hairless, pink, perfect, with the hint of her anus just beyond.

Al wasted no time. He approached and, crouching slightly, penetrated her. She was warm and ready, and she closed her eyes and gave a quick yip at the decisive movement. Al, now fully within her, stayed still to savor the moment.

Karen noticed Al's position was not nearly as comfortable to him as it was for her, so she flexed her hip muscles, arched her back, and raised her butt off of the bed by a good half foot. This made it so Al didn't have to crouch at all, and made for an interesting angle of attack. Al also noticed it made her ass more accessible, so he reached underneath and pressed is thumb against her rear entry. He wasn't surprised when it opened for him, allowing his thumb be engulfed by her. She shuddered at the attention, shifting her hips again to allow for more stimulation.

Al was very close, but he wanted this to last a little longer. "So, Karen, what have you been doing since your parents, um, left?"

"Nothing! It's horrible! I just sit around horny all day!" She shifted her hips slightly to accentuate the word 'horny'. "I can't even get my sister to help me out. She's about as cold as they come. It was really hard when the lawyers would come around to deal with the will. I wanted to drag one of them off and fuck his brains out."

"The will? So, the government knows you are here and they gave you your parent's inheritance?"

"Mother and father had managed to get us social security numbers and fake birth certificates, as far as the government was concerned, we are citizens, and we are mother and father's children."

Karen was getting antsy. She had a cock in her for the first time in months and he wants to get chatty? She started moving her vaginal muscles, making it feel like he was thrusting into her without moving. Al's eyes lit up; it felt absolutely amazing. Karen could tell by his reaction that her plan was working. Al's instincts took over and he began to thrust into her, tentatively at first, but increasing to a frantic pace. Karen matched his enthusiasm stroke for stroke.

Al was beyond coherent thought, and was fast approaching climax. Karen could tell, and she was close, too. They exploded together, Al filling her with his come and Karen shaking her whole body while making uncontrolled mewing noises. As Al came down from his climax, Karen relaxed her hips and flopped onto the bed.

Karen sighed, rolling her head back and forth, "Thank you. I've needed that for months."

Al nodded and sat down on the bed between her legs, dislodging his thumb in the process. "The pleasure's all mine."

"You can sleep here if you'd like, or in the other bedrooms. Anywhere is fine, really."

"Where do you sleep?"

"In the basement. Want to see?"

"Sure. Why not."

Al stood up and allowed Karen to get off the bed and stand. He grabbed her neck and pulled her to him for a long and drawn out kiss, reaching around and grabbing her ass near the end. Karen scolded him lightly, "Now, cut that out unless you want to go at it again. I've got a hair-trigger right now."

Al new he would be spent for the evening, so he let go. He followed her out into the hallway and back towards the rest of the house. Karen opened a door and walked down a set of simple wooded steps. The room beyond was lit with a flickering dim light and smelled of ozone. Al followed cautiously.

Once Al had gone down far enough to see, he was surprised at how simple it all looked; he had expected more of a mad scientist sort of look. Two counter tops, like wide oblong kitchen islands, dominated the center of the unfinished room. At the nearer ends of each were what looked like a large, deep, stainless steel sink. The light he could see was coming from the sink and counter closest to the bottom of the steps. With the way the light was flashing, he expected to hear some kind of hum or buzzing electrical sound, but there was none. The whole room was silent. The light in the sink kept him from being able to see what was on the counter beyond, but he assumed it was Linda.

As Al got to the last step and began to approach the flashing sink to take a closer look, Karen shouted, "Be careful! Don't step past the yellow tape!" Karen pointed down and then Al saw it; there was a line of yellow tape around each table and sink, coming out about 3 feet on every side.

"What happens if I do?"

"The automatic shutoff kicks in, and the benches stop, and then we have to start our recycle all over again."

"So, this is more than just sleep, right?"

Karen nodded. "This is where our chemicals get flushed and replenished every night."

Al nodded, understanding nothing. Just one more way he was in over his head, he guessed. He followed Karen over to the other counter, being careful of the yellow line.

"It's OK; you can approach the bench now. This one isn't active yet." She hopped up on the bench and laid down with her hands at her side, her head towards the sink.

"So, now what happens?" Al was curious, and his analytical nature kicked in again. There didn't seem to be any kind of equipment on the table nor any tubes or anyway to get the chemicals in or out.

"Well, whatever part of me that's scheduled for the evening to get refreshed gets refreshed from the solution in there." She nodded her head and rolled her eyes back, indicating the sink. "And as soon as you are clear of the bench, the process starts. The chemicals in my body re-saturate from the chemicals in the bath while the bath's nanobots repair any mechanical damage I may have had. It usually only takes a couple of hours, and I don't have to do it every night, so if I have to miss a night for some reason," she playfully made a grab for Al's cock, "I can get my refresh in the next day or even the next night if I need to."

"OK, well, then, I guess I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yep. See you then!" She leaned up on her elbows and met Al in a final, simple, good night kiss. They shared a smile afterwards, and Al felt smitten. He didn't care if she was human or not, she was real to him, as real as any person he had ever met.

Karen laid back down, relaxed her body, and turned her head so it faced the ceiling. She then grabbed her hair with both hands, just above the ears, and pulled her head away from her body with a wet pop. She then let go, and it fell off the back of the bench and into the bath making a loud ker-plunk. Al jumped back and, now clear of the yellow line, watched in silence as the sink started blinking.

[Green Dragon]

good job bud but i kinda felt it was lacking it was kinda colder than usuall

[nybble]

good job bud but i kinda felt it was lacking it was kinda colder than usuall

Yeah, that's fair. To be honest, I'm having a hard time writing sex scenes that sound natural. They all seem to sound like the soundtrack from a 1970's sex education filmstrip. You can almost hear the <BEEP> between the paragraphs.

[The Liar]

Yeah, that's fair. To be honest, I'm having a hard time writing sex scenes that sound natural. They all seem to sound like the soundtrack from a 1970's sex education filmstrip. You can almost hear the <BEEP> between the paragraphs.

Can relate, I'm not so apt at such things myself.

[A.N.N.]

Just keep doing what you feel comfortable with, this story was very good.

[Baron]

I'll agree with A.N.N. - write what's comfortable. Don't think "porn;" try to describe an "ideal encounter," in other words. But above all, don't over-think too much about it, just let the flow happen naturally - you might be surprised what happens if you relax a little bit, mentally-speaking........

[tectile]

Don't be to hard on yourself. I think most of the writers around here would agree with me that good sex scenes and believable dialog are really tough to write.

This story is interesting and unusual. Keep it up.

[A.N.N.]

To be honest Nybble, I've tried several times to write a story, and each time I fell into an infinite loop trying to work out sex scenes. I don't know if it's the observer effect or I'm just a bad writer, but I start thinking it's the latter and I give up. The result is nothing gets written

So thanks for sticking with it and writing it! I hope to be able to write as well as you and others here someday!

[bilbo]

I second that, my only comment is that maybe in the next installment, Karen or Linda might have some malfunctions.

[Green Dragon]

yeah ive grown quite fond of karen and linda and AL lol pretty peas come back! or ill cry