2 comments/ 20937 views/ 8 favorites The Girl in the Mirror By: nitesider "You sound terrible, Jenni. What's going on?" Brian's voice was tender, but insistent on the other end of the line. "Nothing, Brian. I'm OK. Why?" Jenni had been trying to perk up her voice ever since she dialed Brian's number. She didn't want him to feel like she only wanted to see him when she was down. Brian was always a good friend to her. Anytime of day or night, he would make time to see her and take her mind off her troubles. Yet never once had he made a pass at her or made her feel uncomfortable, even though he had had her number in his phone since the day she borrowed his phone on a stormy night at a bus stop downtown. "Liar," came Brian's voice, playful but firm. "Come on, do you think I don't know you? I know when you sound sad, Jenni, and you sound sad. Do you want to come by for a bit and talk about it? I've got nothing going tonight. I was gonna play some XBox with a couple of guys, but they can get on fine without me." "Oh, I don't want to mess up your plans. I'll just stop by another time." "Come on, Jenni. You always tell me I play too many video games. Come over and give me something else to do. I'll make ice cream!" Now the therapeutic power of ice cream is well documented, but Brian's homemade variety was so effective at curing the doldrums that it should have been FDA-regulated. He said that just making it by hand made it a perfect tool for rescuing the down-in-the-dumps. And it worked on Jenni every time. "Argh, you don't play fair," Jenni answered, giggling as tears welled in her eyes. "I'll see you in a little bit." "Bye." Jenni put on her coat, checked for her keys and her phone, and then stepped out into the freezing cold to walk to Brian's house. It wasn't far -- six blocks, around two corners -- so she didn't bother driving. All in all it took less than ten minutes from her front door to his. Brian was already mixing a vanilla-coconut depression remedy when she rang his bell. "Come on in, Jenni," he said. "I'm almost done. And I've got something cool to show you." Jenni tossed her coat over the back of Brian's sofa just like she always did. She walked to the kitchen and peered over his shoulder at the ice cream mixer as he cranked it carefully by hand. "So what's on your mind?" Brian asked. "What's new in your life?" "Nothing," Jenni answered bitterly, her shoulders slumping. "Same old, same old." "Could be worse," Brian offered. "You could be in jail." Jenni scoffed. "Might not be too much worse. I went out with Amanda and Rebecca this weekend. We met some guys ... you know. Tonight, both of them are out with their dudes, but ..." Jenni's eyes welled up again, and she couldn't finish the sentence. Brian turned from the ice cream to embrace her. "His loss, babe," Brian said, patting her shoulders reassuringly. "You know those bar guys. Not worth the effort it takes to catch them." "I know, but ... I mean, who doesn't want to be noticed? To be the girl that some guy talks to his friends about? They have that, and I ... never will." She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. Brian was always so sweet and understanding. And she could hug him all night and he'd never make a move. Probably because she was so average-looking, she decided. Even when she could get a guy this close, he'd never take a second look at her. "What are you talking about?" Brian chuckled and cast his eyes toward the ceiling. "You're exactly the kind of girl that guys get crushes on and beg their friends for advice about. Maybe you're just out of this guy's league is all." "Whatever." Jenni shrugged and accepted the bowl of ice cream Brian offered her. "It could happen. Come here, I want to show you something." Carrying his own ice cream, Brian led Jenni into the bedroom at the back of his apartment. There, in the corner, stood an antique walnut-framed floor mirror, the kind with little screws at the side so it can spin over the top and face either direction. It looked expensive, and heavy. What in the world is this doing in Brian's place? she thought. "Since when are you into mirrors?" Jenni asked, walking over to the new addition. "It is kind of cool, but ... why?" Jenni traced her fingertips along the woodwork. It didn't match with any of Brian's typical IKEA bachelor decor. What was he doing with something like this? "I didn't pick it out. I won it as a prize. I thought you might like it; it's one of those antiquey things. So I brought it up here until I could show you. Then, something happened." "What happened?" Jenni asked, examing the back of the mirror for a moment. Nothing unusual there, except that the wood was finished even in back. This was a high-quality piece of furniture. "The mirror has some kind of special feature. Let me show you. Have a seat over there." Jenni sat down on the end of Brian's bed. They had been friends for four years, ever since he had loaned her his cell phone when hers died at the bus stop during a thunderstorm. At first Jenni had thought he would use the fact that her number was stored on his phone as a way to hook up with her. But he never even asked her out privately -- he only contacted her to invite her to parties and other group events. He was always tender and respectful toward her, and she enjoyed the safety she felt in his friendship. She knew she wasn't pretty, and that was probably why he hadn't made a move. But he treated her well all the same, and that meant a lot to her. "What's the special feature?" she asked. "Can it check your e-mail or something?" Brian sat down next to her and pointed into the mirror. "Look at that lady." "Uh huh," she sighed. "Nothing special to see there! Unless you have a magic mirror." Brian smiled. "Maybe. This mirror, I swear, it shows you the best things about yourself. Amplifies them, even. It helps you to see what there is to like about you. Take a look. Just open your mind and think about the things you like about you." Brian brushed his fingers encouragingly across the back of her right hand. Wait, was that innocent? Something about the feeling left tingles in her skin. A shade of sensual arousal lingered, enough to make her cast her eyes down to her hand and curl in her lower lip slightly. Had it really been so long since anyone had touched her at all? Was she longing this much for the slightest shred of affection? That felt good. Her eyes met his and she quickly drowned whatever longing sparkled in them with a deluge of friendly appreciation. "Thanks, Brian. I just don't see anything." She covered her right hand with her left and gazed at the mirror in front of her. She saw herself as she was -- normal. At first she thought of the word "ordinary," but its negative connotation reeked of self-pity. She didn't dislike herself. She felt comfortable with who she was and how she looked. She just didn't see herself as especially attractive, especially sexy, especially ... special. She was normal. Her brunette hair was light enough to catch rays of sunshine that, to her eye, betrayed every split end and tangle. But it was dark enough to make her skin seem pale by comparison. She liked her hair color, and had never given any thought to dying it red or blonde or black or any strange color. She just knew her hair wasn't an asset to her physical appearance. She brushed her fingers through it absentmindedly. Brian noticed. "Your hair, Jenni," he said tenderly. "You always take care of it so well. You keep it all shiny and soft." She smiled and blushed a little. Actually, as she looked in the mirror, she noticed that she was having a good hair day. The split ends and wild curls that usually showed up at the bottom of her hair weren't appearing. And it seemed shinier than usual, coming down the sides of her neck in smooth, graceful waves. At the touch of her fingers it floated softly into place, rather than falling like wet paper on her shoulders and neck. She laughed. "Yeah, I am having a good hair day," she said. "I wonder what I did differently today?" Smiling, she turned her head from side to side and admired the result. "Huh. Thanks." "See, there is a lot to like about the way you look," Brian added. Jenni shrugged. "That's one. There's a lot to dislike, too," she said. Tugging at both her hands (there was that feeling again!) Brian guided her to stand, coaxing her toward the mirror. "What in the world can you dislike about this?" he said. He chose his worlds carefully, Jenni noticed. Probably trying to avoid sounding like anything but a friend. But she found herself somehow deeply longing to hear him just come out and say she was sexy. "You have great skin," he added. "Everything about you is just what guys want." She laughed and turned her face to examine the pimple she had found just yesterday on the crest of her left cheek. She brushed her soft hair back. Where was it? Maybe the other side? Now she turned to see the right side. No blemishes. Apparently, she had done her makeup extremely well today. But before, even when she really worked at it, in her mirror she could still distinguish the trace of what she was trying to cover up. Now it was like those pimples were never there. And the tiny beginnings of wrinkles around her eyes had disappeared, too. In fact -- her eyes widened as she noticed, her fingers tracing over her cheeks as she drew back strands of hair searching for vestiges of her blemishes -- even the skin on her hands looked better than ever. Soft, smooth, supple ... now how had that happened? Brian, noticing her surprise, smiled a little and cast his eyes into those of her reflection. The result had his reflection gazing into her own eyes. "How do you like my mirror?" he said, his feet twitching a little. "Is that what it is? Is this some kind of special mirror that changes how you look?" "You could say that," he answered. "I should get one. I can't even see my skin blemishes." "Neither can I," he replied. "What else do you notice is different?" She peered at her reflection. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something ... or maybe it was just the feeling she got from putting on her favorite outfit for going out. The skinny jeans, the long, tight sleeves, the bare shoulders on her top ... "My shoulders!" she said, noticing suddenly. "What about them?" "I look really tan!" she answered, delighted, bouncing up and down on her toes. "What's the deal with this mirror? Where did you get it?" "I won it as a prize, actually," he answered. "I'm not sure how it works. I really don't know how it's possible." "Me neither," Jenni replied. "It's not blurry or dark or anything, so I don't understand how it hides the things I don't like. But I love it!" "It does more than that," Brian said, his voice suddenly a little more airy. He seemed to be nervous now, letting something out that he had been afraid to say. "Anything you see -- anything you believe or want to be, that's what you can see in this mirror." "What, it's some kind of iPad thing?" she asked, looking at him now. "It changes the image however you want it?" "Not how I want it," Brian said. "It changes -- it presents you as you want to be seen, as you believe you can be seen. I don't know exactly what the rules are. I've tried doing really crazy stuff with it and it doesn't work. There appears to be some connection between what you want to see and how possible you think it is. But it does some wild stuff." Jenni stepped back from the mirror now. She had to admit, she liked how it made her look. But this was a little weird. "Wild stuff?" Brian nodded. "It doesn't hurt or anything, and if it makes you more comfortable I won't watch. In fact, I'm going to step into the other room for a bit so you can try it out however you want, without me or my opinion influencing you." He turned toward the bedroom door. "wait, what?" Jenni called after him. "Try it out?" Brian turned to her as his hand reached for the doorknob. "Just take a look at yourself and try to imagine what you'd like to change, how you'd like to look. Think about what you would look like if you were intensely attractive -- but still you." "You're a man. Why don't you do it for me?" "I don't think it will work right. Besides, that will just make you look hot to me." He swallowed, pursing his lips, possibly swallowing a sentence before continuing. "It's much more important to see yourself as beautiful, isn't it?" Jenni turned back to the mirror and gathered her hair above her head. She watched it cascade down from her fingers in gentle chestnut waves on her neck -- a neck that looked really long and slender with her hair all raised up off of it. She grinned as she saw, in the reflection, Brian licking his lips looking at her neck. "I tell you what," she said, turning to face him. "I want to try it out, but you stay here with me and make sure nothing weird happens." Brian hesitated. It was as if he knew something weird WAS going to happen. "I don't mind," he said, his hands shaking a little, "but you may want to try some things you won't want me to see." She giggled again, turning back to the mirror. "You mean like messing with my boobs or something? Can this make those bigger, too?" As soon as she said it, her reflection's shirt tightened. Tiny shadows emerged on the tips of her breasts. The hem of her top rose even with the waistband of her pants. "Whoa, what!? Did that just happen?" She lifted her hair above her head again, letting the brown strands fall so softly and sensuously on her neck and shoulders. As her hands rose above her shoulders, her reflection's top raised up, baring a smooth, tanned stomach. "Wow, look at me!" She extended her arms out at shoulder level, admiring the strip of midriff bared in the mirror. She wondered how much this techno-toy of Brian's could simulate. How big could she be? The Jenni in the mirror swelled again. Now her top was clearly starting to strain, and cleavage -- cleavage, she had never had cleavage! -- was clearly visible under her neck. Forgetting Brian was in the room, she indulged herself in imagining what she'd look like seriously huge -- she bounced on her toes as breasts the size of cantaloupes bobbed softly in front of her. She looked good -- really good. The sway and jiggle of the flesh in the mirror made her really want to touch them. And the eyes -- the reflection of her eyes that met hers -- something in them seemed to invite her, to beg her to touch the girl in the mirror. There was a gleam in her eyes, an allure in her smile -- had she ever looked like that before? Geez, a look like that would bring a boy running, surely. Her tummy, almost totally exposed now under her hopelessly stretched top, had also changed from what she remembered. Gone was that smidgen of muffin top she had long hated. A trace of muscle tone carried a "V" shape down the sides of her tummy to meet somewhere under her pants. The upper end of the V wrapped around her round, pert breasts -- dents of nipples visible pointing straight outward on the tip of each one. Jenni sighed happily, tracing her hands down her sides, feeling the pronounced shape of her hips now. The girl in the reflection did the same, although she seemed to be more showing off her body than exploring it -- like a dancer, or a stripper, rather than a girl looking herself over. And her body really did look perfect. Her waist was a little slimmer, but not much. And it curved like an hourglass into tender ... she couldn't think of another word but sexy thighs and hips. All the way down her legs, too, she oozed allure. She smiled again, drawing her hair across her face, blushing brightly. "I kinda want to make out with me," she said, giggling. "What do you think?" "What do you think I think?" Brian answered, his hand still on the doorknob but his body turned around to watch her reflection change. "You're a goddess, Jenni," he said, his voice shaking a little. Jenni bit her lip and turned back to look at the mirror, afraid to meet Brian's eyes. Her reflection stared at her, a soft smile on her lips, her face tilted slightly to the left, showing off a sliver of neck behind her amazing hair. Her eyes -- the eyes in the mirror, anyway -- they sparkled, they rippled, they shimmered like a pool inside a cave. The girl in the mirror was pulling her closer with her gaze. Was she really doing that? And why couldn't she stop? She took two slow steps toward the mirror, her hips swaying, knees bending, beckoning at the same time as she was coming close. Her reflection seemed to be teasing her. And it was working. Jenni felt more desire than she had felt in a long time. And for a woman -- a woman who was herself! Was it normal to find yourself stunning, sexy, attractive? "Is this what it's like to be one of those confident girls?" she said, half laughing, half shaking with nervousness. "I feel amazing." Finally she found herself standing directly in front of the mirror. She raised her right hand and spread her fingers, watching as her reflection did the same. Her reflection's eyes never left her own. She felt wanted, desired, aroused ... her fingertip came down toward the mirror's surface ... "What the heck!?" She sprang back, holding her hand, staring at the tip of her extended middle finger. "What's wrong?" Brian said, striding over to her and peering over her shoulder at her hand. "That didn't feel like glass," she said, turning back to the mirror where the Jenni there continued gazing at her with love and temptation. "What IS this thing?" "What does it feel like?" Brian asked as she laid her hand against the mirror again. She cooed, a throaty purr floating out of her throat, her body turning to press her face to the mirror. "It feels ... alive..." Now Brian knew the mirror had some fascinating attributes, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw next. Jenni had her eyes closed, enjoying whatever it was she was feeling, but the girl in the mirror -- Jenni's reflection -- had hers open. Their cheeks pressed together through the medium of the mirror's surface, the Jenni in the mirror gazed at their joined fingertips with an expression of marvel and contentment on her face. Jenni drew in breath sharply, her body tensing, but she didn't pull away from the mirror. She seemed shocked, though. For a moment Brian thought she had noticed that the Jenni in the mirror wasn't looking in the same direction as she herself was. But no, that wasn't it. This was even more strange. Jenni in the mirror had curled her fingers away from the real Jenni's and was actually using her fingertips to stroke the length of Jenni's fingers. "What's happening," Jenni whispered, more a statement than a question. "I ..." Brian was speechless. He stepped forward again to stand just behind Jenni, but he didn't know whether to pull her away from the mirror. She seemed so happy standing there with her reflection caressing her fingers. Brian decided to stay close but watch what happened. "It feels like ... real," Jenni sighed, her lungs emptying with a heavy sigh. "I love this," she said as she turned the back of her hand to the mirror. The reflection of Jenni didn't turn her hand -- she continued caressing, this time stroking her fingertips over Jenni's knuckles and wrist. She was clearly no longer a reflection. The differences in their bodies were obvious, but now Jenni in the mirror was even acting independent of the real Jenni. Jenni's head moved heavily, as if she were drunk or, more probably, dizzy with arousal. Her eyes met those of her reflection, which burned with intense passion. Jenni pressed her lips to the mirror. The reflection girl welcomed her and Brian could even see the curve of the reflected girl's lips indenting the mirror's surface outward -- as if the two women were actually two people separated by a perfectly clear membrane. The Girl in the Mirror As I listened to the sales pitch, it made sense. A solar panel that would easily fit over the pool equipment that would power the pool equipment. Not sunny? Don't need the pool equipment. Then during summer months of heat and sun, high efficiency solar panels kick into high gear. I signed the contract. Two weeks later, a two man crew completed the one-day installation without a problem. From our second-story bedroom window, the panel looked almost like a mirror. It wasn't much of a thought at the time. A few months later during our backyard, neighborhood BBQ on the 4th of July, my next door neighbor, Tom, asked me how I liked the solar panel. "Great! I am saving almost $200 a month on electricity costs this summer. At this rate, the thing will pay for itself in less than three years." "Wow," Tom said. "Maybe I need to look into that." "I'm telling you, Tom. Between the pool and Jacuzzi, you would save thousands." As I glanced at his daughter laughing and splashing in our pool with my own daughter, I added, "every little bit helps when paying that college tuition bill, right?" "Damn, don't remind me," he said. Jennifer, Tom's daughter, and my daughter, Gracie had been best friends since Tom had built their home next to ours when the girls were in High School. When it came time to go to college, the girls choose the same college, about two hours from home. It was reassuring to us that they were just a two-hour trip away. It also was comforting that they had each other. As we stood at the BBQ, I couldn't help but take an added moment to admire the view of Jen, freely studying her body thanks to my sunglasses. She was amazing. Blonde, about 5-7 and 130ish with breasts that made her slender body look top-heavy. At that moment, the bright yellow bikini she was wearing was a great advertisement for those tits too. I didn't feel too guilty about looking at Jen like that right in front of Tom. He and I had an unspoken reciprocal understanding. I admired Jen and he admired Gracie. At least "admire" was the word we chose when talking about the girls with each other. As I flipped the burgers, my eyes drank in the view of Jen, frolicking in the shallow end. She and several others were playing pool volleyball. The jumping. The stretching. The jiggling. It was inspiring. Although I could have guessed as much, Tom's secret thoughts were equally inspiring as he admired Gracie, my little angel. Brunette with smoldering brown eyes, her body was a gift from the gods. There certainly were others admiring her at that moment, including my own occasional gazes of admiration. With 36d breasts, eyes were always alert around her. But the especially discerning eye could sometimes gather enough visual hints to calculate the amazing proportions of her nipples. They were huge, perhaps the size of tennis balls, and well defined. I had a pretty good idea of how amazing they looked thanks to her mom, who possessed a similarly inspiring pair of tits. Two weeks later, I arrived home one evening and smiled when I saw the two man crew putting the finishing touches on Tom's solar panel unit. Although our homes were about the same size, close to 4,000 square feet, his pool was much larger. So was his solar panel. Tom didn't pass on the chance to mention that as I walked over to check out the install. "Mine's bigger than yours," he joked with a wink. "Yeah, but mine has more experience." The joke was not lost on the two man crew. "But seriously, it looks great; going to get plenty of juice from that unit." Later that night, after dinner, I went upstairs to change clothes. It would be the last time ever I would walk into our bedroom without first checking out Tom's solar panel unit. I kicked off my slacks and tossed my shirt in the hamper. I shoved my boxers down and flipped them aside. As I walked naked to the side of our bed to grab my gym shorts and a well-worn tee, something caught my eye in our bedroom window. I leaned on the bed and looked more intently. The flicker of light that had caught my eye was still dancing on the solar panel over Tom's pool equipment. I looked harder at it. My eyes adjusted. My brain calibrated and interpreted the image. Wow. It seemed that Tom's new solar panel was perfectly aligned to offer my eyes a goldmine of a view. From our bedroom window, his Jacuzzi was tucked behind a lattice overgrown by a lush layer of jasmine. But the triangulation of Jacuzzi to solar panel to our window offered a crisp, mirror-like reflection of his Jacuzzi to my eyes. Tom and Becky spent many a night in that Jacuzzi. Even better, many a summer night, Jen spent time in that Jacuzzi. My cock grew with each delicious possibility my mind envisioned. I slid off the bed and walked across the bedroom to turn off the light. I darted back to the bed and looked out the window. The image was even clearer, and I was a safe voyeur from the darkness of our bedroom. As I sat on our bed, I now had a clear view of their Jacuzzi, thanks to Tom's oversized solar panel! I was so hard at the prospects that I could easily have jerked off a good load right then and there. But I decided to have some patience. Surely Tom and Becky would be out there soon and her seriously MILF body was worth the wait. An hour later, I was back. And I was rewarded. The solar panel offered my eyes what at first was a blurry image. As my eyes adjusted, I made out the image of Tom, laying on the deck with his knees bent and legs dangling in the Jacuzzi. Between Tom's knees I could see Becky from the shoulders up. She was facing Tom. It really was an innocent position, but the rush of being able to see them in the Jacuzzi in a private moment sent a pulse of arousal through my body, instantly straightening out my cock. My hand instinctively reached inside my shorts and cupped my heavy balls as I gazed out the window. Then, moments later, I watched Becky slowly rise from the water between Tom's legs. Her skin was glistening wet. As each new inch of her body was revealed, I realized she was topless. Finally, my eyes were slithering over the image of her bare tits exposed to my eyes as she crawled between Tom's legs. Suddenly, terror struck as I heard the approaching footsteps of my wife coming up the stairs. I scampered to cover my tracks and appear as if I were checking my phone as she stepped into the bedroom. It was a close call, but it certainly was not my first brush with such a scenario. Countless times before I had been surfing porn on the laptop when I would hear her approaching and move to cover my tracks. I was an expert by now. "Whatcha doing?" she asked as she looked at me. "Um, nothing. Just checking emails." I flipped my finger randomly over my phone as if I were engrossed in some important messages. Wifey smiled and proceeded to undress for a shower. As I sat on the bed, I had to keep my hardon out of sight. Would be a little difficult to explain at this particular moment. Actually, it was an ironic moment. Wifey was undressing in front of me, stripping naked to get ready to shower, and I was worried of her spotting my hard cock as if it would be a suspicious thing. My judgment was definitely askew! Of course, the phone was just a prop. In truth, even as my eyes enjoyed her naked body just a few feet from me, my cock was rock hard because of that OTHER body just outside our bedroom window. By the time wifey stepped into the shower and I returned to view the solar panel mirror, Becky's mouth was full of Tom's cock. I moaned as I watched her worship his cock as if she were trying to convince him to take her to the prom. Just through the archway that connected the master bathroom with our bedroom stood wifey wet and naked, well within my reach. Yet, my cock was throbbing for this other wife wet and naked, well beyond my reach. As wifey lathered her breasts with body wash, I watched Becky's tits swaying beneath her as she leaned into Tom's cock. Moments later, wifey's freshly showered body emerged from the shower. I could not contain myself! Instantly I jumped from the bed and grabbed her, pushing a wet kiss in her mouth and then flinging her body onto the bed. As I flipped her over and rammed in her pussy from behind, she rocked on her hands and knees in a doggie position fuck that gave my eyes a clear view out the window. As I fucked wifey with a passion that surprised her, I gazed on the climactic image of Tom's cum splattering on Becky's tits. I felt my balls tingling and cock throbbing. I matched him shot for shot, spurt for spurt. It was a naughty moment, as if I were fucking both wifey AND Becky! As I gathered in my final glimpse of Tom and Becky, I then slumped and pulled out of wifey. She turned around and with a giggle said, "Somebody was glad to see me!" As I reached down and felt a warm creampie flowing out of her smooth, married pussy, all I could moan was, "oh yes, what a fucking amazing view." That was the first night I saw the girl in the mirror. What I did not know is that this experience would not only possess me, but would bring me back over and over and over until my mind was assaulted with things I never would have conceived. That mirror would become the portal to images that would do things to me that would drive me crazy. This was only the beginning... The Girl in the Mirror The membrane vanished. Reflection Jenni's hands emerged from the glass as if she had just been standing right there all along. Her fingers curled around Jenni's and their hands intertwined, arms straight out at shoulder height, lips locked together. Jenni moaned but otherwise seemed undisturbed by the clearly unnatural development. The idealized Jenni -- Jenni with the tremendous, floating breasts, feathery soft shiny hair, sculpted hips and thighs, and perfect skin -- pressed her lips forward into the real Jenni's, deepening their kiss, their tongues dancing inside Jenni's mouth. Her body fell out of the mirror and into realness -- real, three-dimensional, touchable, writhing, breathing, moaning, wriggling realness. Jenni threw her head back and the reflection girl lapped at the exposed neck with a tender tongue. Jenni giggled throatily, moving her arms to her waist, then releasing the mirror-girl's hands so she could wrap her arms around her. "Brian," she sighed, dimly aware of his presence, "this is amazing." "Yeah," Brian answered, taking half a step back to give the girls their space, wanting to stay close enough in case something happened to his Jenni, but not wanting to invade what was clearly a pleasurable experience for Jenni. Not only was Jenni enjoying herself -- more every moment as the girl's hands caressed her "normal" hair and traced their fingernails down her "normal" neck -- but something else was happening. It seemed with every breath, every kiss, every contact of Jenni's body with her reflection's, her own body was changing. Brian could see it. Her skin, particularly her face and hands where she had begun touching the mirror girl, was glowing, smooth and tan like the way she had changed her image in the mirror. And where the girl's arms now encircled her waist, Brian could see the waistband of her jeans hanging loose in back -- her waist was narrower, slimmer, and her hips had stretched slightly. Her ankles also stuck out further than usual, a sign that her legs had gotten longer. And her hair was streaked with soft, silky, radiant patches where the girl had touched it. These patches grew and spread until her hair matched exactly what she had just seen, and what had just come out of, the mirror. She fell backward onto Brian's bed, the mirror girl resting deftly on top of her, and arched her back as her breasts swelled under her reflection's dancing fingertips. At this point the sight became too much for Brian, and his arousal exceeded his instinct to protect Jenni. Besides, she seemed fine, and very happy at that. So he couldn't help but enjoy watching the twin Jennis kissing and caressing each other. The first Jenni threw her head from side to side as the new Jenni brushed her fingertips over her swelling breasts. The mirror girl curled her fingers around their round shape as they expanded, pushing firm nipples through the circles formed by those fingers, stretching the top that strained to contain them. Jenni giggled and cooed as she rubbed against herself -- bouncing their breasts up and down with each motion. All four breasts seemed to be growing now as they rubbed and smashed against each other. Jenni -- Brian could only tell his Jenni from the reflection Jenni by the knowledge that she was on the bottom -- pawed and tugged at the hem of her shirt, held down by the huge soft mounds between her and her new twin. The new girl took the hint and slid her hands inside Jenni's top through the gap now stretching open between her immense, bowling-ball-sized breasts. Brian marveled a moment at the perfect "U" shape formed at the base of her cleavage -- her round breasts standing perfectly erect on her chest, bouncing softly but not slumping waistward like such large things would be expected to do. The mirror girl smiled down into Jenni's eyes, a mischievous knowing smile. She pulled playfully at the material barely covering Jenni's fantastic boobs. Jenni sighed, threw her head back and thrust her body toward her twin. The twin bent down and lightly licked the base of Jenni's neck, sending her into convulsions which tore the top from the collar straight down -- her bare breasts came soaring out like soap bubbles. A little shy, Brian averted his gaze and made to back away toward the door. "Brian," Jenni whispered in a husky voice heavy with arousal, "don't leave me... stay with me..." She reached behind her head and found his hand, clasping it, pulling him back to her side. "Ahh... I'm amazing. I feel so good. This is so good. Thank you ... don't go ... ahhhhh!" Her breathless words dissolved into a squeal as the mirror girl wrapped her lips around Jenni's engorged left nipple. Brian saw her skin glistening from the kiss, mirror Jenni's lips raising up just slightly, a moist eager tongue snaking out to caress the taut pink skin. Jenni from the mirror licked and nibbled adoringly at Jenni's immense breasts, their nipples pointed skyward, arching into the hungry and loyal mouth. All Jenni could do was reach up to caress the girl's hair, run her fingertips down her face, adore her, encourage her, beg her nonverbally not to stop. When Jenni released his hand to caress her twin, Brian felt the right thing to do was to let her know he was still there. So he sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his left arm around Jenni's shoulders, his fingers softly squeezing her upper arm. She smiled and sighed happily at his touch. Her twin looked up at him, her eyes fastened to a nipple, and smiled too. Curiously he brushed the back of his fingertips along her cheek and through her hair. She turned briefly to kiss the palm of his hand and then returned to Jenni's needy body. "Who are you?" Brian asked the new girl in a whisper. She moaned, as if the sound of his voice were itself arousing. "I don't know," she breathed out between kisses as she worked her way over the entire girth of Jenni's watermelon-sized breasts. "My name is Jenni, but --" here she paused as Jenni moaned again, arching her back to press her right nipple against the roof of the other Jenni's mouth. "Mmmm," the new Jenni said, feeling the tip of the nipple stroke the inside of her mouth as she sucked on it devotedly. Finally with a soft pop she pulled her mouth away, and smiling down into Jenni's eyes said, "You've been Jenni much longer than I have," she said, her hands pushing Jenni's breasts apart so she could run her tongue down her cleavage. "You should keep that name. I should find something else, I guess." The new Jenni murmured each word into Jenni's flesh so Brian could barely make it out. But she was right. Her head rose out from between the mounds of flesh to look down at Jenni's eyes, contorted by pleasure and desire. "I want you to name me," the new girl whispered, her hands stroking Jenni's face. She giggled. "But you are too busy." She turned to Brian. "You helped ... make me, I guess. I wasn't there, and now I am, and here you are. What can I be called?" Brian pondered a moment. This girl seemed to have a fully formed personality similar to, but not a carbon copy of, Jenni's. She was a human being, apparently. And she felt like her name was Jenni, but was also aware that she hadn't grown up and lived with that name. Brian tried to think of something that would honor her individuality while also recognizing her connection with who Jenni was. She was a perfect image of Jenni -- the same in every respect, with just enough differences to be her own person. An image that fell out of a mirror. "Immi." Brian tried the word on his lips. It sounded exotic, but not bizarre. Immi smiled. "Thank you," she said, her hands pushing Jenni's knees apart. Immi's tongue lightly brushed across the waistband of Jenni's pants. Jenni moaned again, curling her legs around Immi's waist. "Immi," she moaned, her legs urging her twin on. Immi's fingertips brushed up and down Jenni's thighs as her lips squeezed against the fabric of her jeans. She thrust her face against Jenni's zipper, squeezed and caressed her thighs, moaned and breathed hot into the fabric to tease Jenni even higher. For her part, Jenni opened her eyes to watch her twin suckle and kiss between her thighs. Her hand caught Brian's again and guided him to her gigantic nude breast. "Touch me," she breathed. "It's amazing." Brian complied. He slipped into bed behind her, resting her backward on his chest, his arms around her waist, fingers playing tenderly with her beautiful breasts. They swayed softly each time she breathed, and bounced when she shuddered at his right touches. "Mmm," she cooed. "I wanted this for a long time." "Me too," Brian answered immediately, hoping she meant what she said and wasn't just intoxicated by the heady events. She wanted me? he pondered. For a long time? There was a sound of a zipper. Jenni pressed backward against Brian as Immi unfastened her pants. He cradled her breasts in his hands, jiggling them softly, bouncing them up and down while she pushed back against him, lifting her hips in the air so Immi could undress her. Her jeans slid down to the floor with the sound of crumping fabric. Immi's long, slender fingers caressed her panties. Jenni giggled a little, turning her hips from side to side as Immi touched her. "I'm gonna be naked," she said playfully. "I'm gonna be naked with YOU," she added, glancing up at Brian's blushing face and then down at Immi's eyes, turned up to watch her expression affectionately. Immi grinned, turned her face down, and covered Jenni's panties with tender suckling kisses. Brian could see the fabric of her panties tenting slightly with each kiss -- Immi was sucking the material away from Jenni's skin. And Jenni was loving it. Her hands covered Brian's, which had stopped moving while he watched Immi. "Hey," she said teasingly. "Touch me." "Mmm." Brian got back to his task instantly. His fingers pinched, softly tugged, and folded Jenni's large nipples, making her bite her lip and suck in breath suddenly. "I feel ... so good," she sighed, barely able to keep her breath up with her heart rate. Immi pressed a fingertip against her slit and traced the line of her opening through her panties. Jenni moaned again. "I love you, Brian," she breathed. "I love you, Immi," she said, looking down at her twin who now was pulling the waist of her panties away from her skin. Immi blushed and pecked a soft kiss at her skin as the panties came away, baring her sex. Immi didn't make her wait anymore. Her lips kissed at Jenni's waiting opening, the new girl's tongue squirmed against her inner lips, and Jenni's body went rigid as she felt Immi penetrating her deeply. That deep? Immi smiled up at Jenni, parting her lips from her skin so her twin could see her tongue glistening as it slid in and out of her opening. Jenni moaned. "Oh Immi, your tongue..." Even Brian had to marvel at the length of Immi's tongue as it slid in and out of Jenni. Had it always been like that? Did it change just now, just for Jenni? Immi curled and twisted her tongue, rubbing its surface against every inch of Jenni's inner skin. She toyed with Jenni's clitoris, pressing it into her skin, swirling around it, brushing back and forth across the hood. Jenni was in ecstacy. Her legs twisted around Immi, her hands closed around Brian's, making him massage her breasts more firmly. Unable to make complete thoughts with her words, she just hissed, "Yes, yes, yes," again and again as Immi lapped at her vagina whlie Brian kneaded her sensitive, mammoth breasts. She felt like the very picture of sexuality there, spread wide open, nude in her bed, thighs slick with her twin's kisses and her own wetness, her best friend cradling her and caressing her unbelievable breasts. Immi suddenly straightened, raising her mouth from Jenni's body. "She's ready," she said, looking right into Brian's eyes. "You've wanted her longer than I have. You should have her first." Brian hesitated, but Jenni made her preference known. She stretched her arms out, pushing his hands away so she could turn over on top of him. His eyes flew wide open and then shut as her lips touched his, sealed to them, kissed him deeply and hungrily. "Please," she whispered against his lips, "take me, be gentle, oh Brian, take me." Brian felt someone touching his groin. Immi had unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his calves. As Jenni danced and squirmed against him, Immi took hold of his stiff erection and guided it into Jenni's waiting wetness. She drew her fingertips along Jenni's thighs as Jenni pressed herself down on Brian's shaft. Then she sat back, softly caressing Jenni's back and thighs while she rode her best friend. For his part, Brian kept grasping at Jenni's huge boobs and pushing them, one at a time, to his lips. He licked, nibbled, kissed and sucked with all the passion of a man who has been waiting for years. Jenni giggled, rocking her shoulders to push each breast into his mouth while her hips thrust against his. This is what sex is supposed to feel like, she decided. So firm, so real, so tender ... with someone who loves you, someone who cares for you as themselves. Immi climbed up onto Jenni's back and softly kissed down her spine, her hands playfully caressing Jenni's stomach while Brian sucked on her nipples. Jenni moaned and tore her breasts away from Brian so she could kiss him right that moment. Her tongue slid into his mouth, the taste of her breath dazzled his senses and she cried out -- Brian groaned deeply -- the both of them exploded together, Brian pouring out heat into Jenni's depth as her body shook with orgasm. Her arms encircled his neck and clung to him as she felt his warmth splashing against the inside of her, trickling down her skin. She collapsed against his chest and Immi lay beside them, her right hand stroking Jenni's hair. Jenni smiled over at her new twin. "Your turn," she said playfully. Immi's face brightened. "Who do you want?" Jenni asked her, glancing down at Brian and then over at Immi. Immi's eyes met Brian's and she blushed, looking downward. "I want you, Jenni. I want Brian too, but I really want you right now." Jenni kissed Brian's cheek softly. "You can help," she said playfully as she rolled off of him to lay on top of Immi. The duplicates kissed softly, Immi tracing her fingertips across Jenni's forehead to brush back her soft hair. Even with drops of sweat lingering in it, her hair was a delight to touch. Jenni gazed into Immi's eyes, reflections of her own. "I can't believe I'm about to make out with myself," she said, sighing and laying her head on Immi's ample breasts. Her fingers toyed with Immi's shirt, which matched her own stretched-out top except that Immi's was not yet torn in two. Jenni's tongue pressed against the extended tip of Immi's left nipple, dampening the thin material that covered it, rubbing the fabric against her sensitive skin underneath. Immi smiled broadly and her eyelids fluttered closed. Her right hand rested at the back of Jenni's neck, cradling her lips to Immi's body. Jenni tenderly rolled up the hem of Immi's top, uncovering her breasts from the bottom up, sliding the material quickly out from under her lips so she could wrap her mouth around Immi's delectable nipple. The girl from the mirror cooed and caressed Jenni's neck. Brian didn't want to intrude, so he just lay on his side next to the two mirror images and watched as they loved each other. From time to time he would run his hand over Jenni's back or clasp her fingers with his own just to let her know he was still with her. But he wanted all of her attention focused on Immi, since Immi had given her all to Jenni. Jenni complied. Her lips undulated against the curves of Immi's skin as the mirror girl bent and arched softly to give her freer access. Brian couldn't help noticing that while the girls were literally mirror images, there were differences in their mannerisms in lovemaking. Jenni had given herself over to the sensations Immi brought out in her; she writhed, twisted, shook and strained at Immi's ministrations. But Immi was calmer, almost methodical in the way she invited Jenni to touch her. Her eyes were closed and the soft smile on her lips showed that she was definitely enjoying this, but she was decidedly more intentional about the way she reacted to Jenni. She could deftly, softly turn her head to let her hair fall off her shoulder, allowing Jenni to lick more of her neck. She pressed the palms of her hands into the mattress to lift her shoulders up slightly and give Jenni access to suck and nibble the undercurves of her giant breasts. She arched her hands and dragged her fingers through Jenni's soft hair, gently encouraging her toward the places Immi most desired her kisses. It was as if Immi could read Jenni's mind -- but then, she probably could! Brian marveled at the way Immi curled herself into Jenni's exploring, excited tongue. He felt so happy for Jenni, whose breathing quickened as she devoured her new twin. She had had such a lovely orgasm, one that tingled all through her body and curled her toes; now she was delighted to immerse herself in the beautiful woman who had given it to her. And in the process she felt like she was making love to herself. The feeling sparked bright stars in Jenni's eyes, flashes of happiness, hunger and affection both for the perfect woman beneath her and the adoring man at her side. Immi smiled weakly at Brian, her concentration drained by the sensation showered on her by Jenni. She touched his hand softly, then lifted his fingers to her free breast while Jenni suckled at the right one. Brian blushed, but complied eagerly, his hand rubbing, then pinching, now tugging, then twisting, then softly stroking the perimeter of her stiffened nipple. Immi's eyes closed and her head bobbed slightly. Her body began to sway, thrusting up against Jenni's. Noticing this, Jenni moved quickly to unfasten Immi's pants -- her lips never leaving the mirror girl's skin. She sucked tiny mouthfuls of Immi's flesh, working her way down from her neck, over her nipple, and down past her navel while her fingers opened and removed Immi's pants. She took off the other girl's panties quickly, too, and found just what she had hoped for -- a soft, bare slit that had been shaved except for a narrow strip of hair, just like her own. Jenni moved her arms behind Immi's neck. Watching the mirror girl's eyes constantly -- and Immi's eyes returned her focused gaze -- she lowered her hips to Immi's, rocking gently until their labia interlocked. She could feel Immi's skin brushing her slit open and pressing it closed as her hips twisted from side to side. Immi moaned and pressed the palm of her right hand into Jenni's back. Jenni smiled and licked behind Immi's ear. "Yes," Immi sighed, a long breath floating out of her lungs. It sounded like a vast ocean of desire had been building inside her and now slowly vented out into the girl on top of her. Jenni twisted her body firmly against Immi, the two girls cooing and sighing as the insides of their skin touched, rubbed, and slipped away. Jenni couldn't seem to find a place for her hands -- she wrapped them over Immi's shoulders, then around her waist, then across her nipples, then under her thighs. Everywhere she touched, she pulled Immi tight against her. Immi smiled and cooperated, spreading her thighs and angling her shoulders to allow their bodies to press as closely as possible. Jenni loved it, and for a moment lost herself in just rocking against Immi with her hands around her shoulders and her face buried in the mirror girl's neck. Brian could see Jenni's neck blushing as if she were about to come again -- he hoped Immi would get there soon, but there were no such signs from her. She seemed happy behind her closed eyes, but she didn't seem close to the edge of orgasm the way Jenni did. Immi opened her eyes and looked up at Jenni, her fingers caressing Jenni's face and holding her gaze. She watched intently as Jenni's face twisted and flushed with the height of orgasm coming. She whispered, smiling, "That's so good, Jenni. I love the way you love me. It's beautiful, love. More. More. Come for me, love, please. Let me feel your body climax against mine." The Girl in the Mirror Jenni complied, of course, and her thrusts became more and more animalistic -- more focused on pleasure right now. Immi ate it up, arching her neck back, caressing the top of Jenni's hair and urging her on. Brian cuddled up against the two of them and rubbed Jenni's bare back with his open palm, slowing her down just a little, helping her to settle into a rhythm. He wrapped his right arm under Immi and held her to him, too, kissing her cheek and softly suckling at her earlobe. She angled her head toward him, too, and Brian couldn't be sure whether she was really enjoying what he was doing or just treating her the way she did Jenni -- with tender encouragement and cooperation. He decided he could never know for sure, though, so he chose to believe she was happy with his touches. "Come, Jenni. It's OK. I really want you to." "Yes..." Jenni moaned and her body shook. Her labia twitched against Immi's, and droplets of her wetness trickled into the folds of the mirror girl's skin. At the touch of that, Immi exploded suddenly. Out of nowhere, she orgasmed instantly and intensely. Her arms clasped around Jenni's shoulders and fluids oozed out of her slit, mingling with Jenni's and forming a tiny puddle on the bed. She screamed at the top of her lungs: "YES!" The sound and her motion were so sudden that Brian, startled, pulled his lips away from her ear. At this, her chest still heaving from her sudden climax, Immi turned to him and kissed his mouth fully. Her tongue toyed with the insides of his lips. Her lips spread wide, pushing his mouth wider as if she intended to climb right inside him. Jenni nestled into the two of them and Brian took turns kissing one twin, then the other, as they giggled and caught their breath. "I love you, both of you," Immi said, still panting, her eyes darting from Brian to Jenni and back. "I don't know how you made me, but I'm so glad you did. I'm so happy to be part of your lives." Jenni sighed and cuddled into the tiny space between Brian and Immi. "Let's never be apart," she said. "I don't want to have to live without either of you. Is that OK, Brian?" "Of course, Jenni," he said. "You know I've been into you for a long time. It's my honor to care for you like this. And if it makes Immi happy, and it makes you happy, then I'd love to be together with both of you forever." Stroking the girls' hair, Brian rocked them to sleep in their disheveled bed. Tomorrow, they would have to find a way to explain the sudden existence of Jenni's "sister." But that would take care of itself in time. For now, the three of them basked in the supreme happiness brought about by their love for one another and the strange mirror in Brian's bedroom.