Disconnected, Part 3 (Scarlet Part 3, Payton's Storm Part 4)

Brae sat at her desk, wrapped in a blanket, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from her lips. She stared at a progress bar on her computer between responding to messages in a chat window.

“Are you trying to break up with me?” Brae typed. She was a very fast typist, even if that was a dying skill.

She ashed her cigarette, and lit another. The whir of machines working filled her bedroom with pseudo-industrial dissonance. Two machines dutifully worked away, shooting precise dots of resin and silicon as they built… whatever it was they were building.

The message window beeped. “No, of course not.” Scarlet responded.

“Why are you trying to set me up with people, then?” Brea pounded out.

It took a few minutes for Scarlet to respond. “I know how much you want someone in the real world. So I found as many people as I could who are close to you, female, lesbian or bisexual, under sixteen, who idolize you in game, and are not needy or greedy.”

Brae rolled her shoulders back, the blanket fell, exposing the fact that she was nude. “I want you.” She answered back.

“That’s complicated, and you know it, Brae.” Scarlet responded.

“I don’t even know what you look like.” Brae typed. She sighed and pulled her headset on, and started a voice chat with Scarlet. When Scar answered the call, Brae repeated herself. “I don’t even know what you look like”.

“I look exactly like I do in the game.” Scarlet said.

“No one looks exactly like they do in game.” Brae said. She took a picture of herself, with her tongue out, and sent it to Scarlet. “Close, but not exact.”

“I’ll add that to the collection.” Scarlet said in a sarcastic tone.

“What collection?”

“Of the two hundred or so nude selfies you have sent me, most of which were probably taken without you realizing you were naked.”

Brae looked down at herself. “God dammit.”

“I love you, Brae. You are brilliant, but so absent minded sometimes.”

Brae went silent for a few minutes. “You really want me to have someone in the real world?” She finally asked.

“You liked Aisling?” Scarlet said. Her voice dripped with enthusiasm.

“I did. She is really…” Brae started.

“Submissive. Perverted. Horny. Eager.” Scarlet interrupted, and listed some of Ashes’ qualities.

“Ok, so about her. She said you captured her?” Brae asked.

“New mechanic in the game. You can capture instead of kill in player-versus-player. Basically, they cannot gain experience until they pay you some amount of money based on their level. That’s all that means.” Scarlet explained.

“So what she’s doing is…”

“She is totally role-playing it way up.” Scarlet finished Brae’s thought.

“And you haven’t done anything like, lock her holoband on and torment her for hours or anything?” Brae asked with a smirk.

“Of course I have.” Scarlet said. She sent Brae a message with walking directions to Aisling’s house.

“I can’t go right now. Payton is coming over in a little bit.” Brae said.

“Are you two going to…?”

“Not if I can help it. I really have to talk to her about something.” Brae said. “She got a synthetic, custom job. It’s not a copy of Bailey, but looks damn close.”

“Bailey is your step-brother?” Scarlet asked.

“Step-sister. Kind of. It’s complicated. See you online tonight?”

“Always, Brat.” Scarlet made kissy sounds, and ended the call.

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Brae sat on her bed hugging her knees, wearing a bra and sweat pants, the minimalist of clothing. She stared at the synthetic in her room.

“I uh. Remember your twelfth birthday party? At your Dad’s place, around the pool.” Payton said, nervously.

“Yes, I remember my birthday party.” Brae said in a monotone while examining Storm from afar. “Please, tell me what this has to do with your synthetic looking like my step-sister?”

“I saw her naked.” Payton said, and looked away from Brae.

Brae stared at Payton for a moment. “So you know?” Brae asked, and Payton nodded. “Is it the same?”

Payton looked at Storm. “Show her.”

Storm hooked her thumbs under her waistband, bent over and pulled her pants down to her ankles. When she stood up, her small penis and the cleft of her vagina were apparent to Brae.

“It is.” Brae rubbed her eyes. “This isn’t cool, Payton.”

Payton flopped onto the bed. “I know. I didn’t even realize it until you said something yesterday.”

“So you randomly designed my sister, down to her…abnormality… by accident?” Brae raised her brow.

“That’s not how it happened. The company had me fill out like, hundreds forms, and they built her without me seeing her.” Payton hid her face in her hands.

“Well, they didn’t get her exactly like Bailey. Its cock is smaller, and Bailey’s face is rounder.” Brae said, as she tilted her head to try and scrutinize the details. “I mean, nowhere near twins or anything, but a really strong resemblance.”

Payton rolled her eyes to the side to watch Brae.

“So you’re hot for my eleven year old sister.” Brae said.

“When you say it like that, it makes me feel really creepy.” Payton responded, and sat up.

“Oh, it is much creepier than that, Payton. You were hot for my… seven year old sister, when you were thirteen. And you have been hot for her ever since, obviously. Is that creepy enough? I don’t think it is.”

Payton whimpered. “Stop it.”

Brae rolled her eyes and extended her legs. “Have you tried it out at least?”

“What do you mean?” Payton turned to face Brae. Storm still stood at the foot of the bed, quietly watching, naked from the waist down.

Brae pointed at Storm’s crotch. “Are you still a virgin?”

Payton blushed bright red.

“That’s a ‘no’.” Brae giggled.

Payton motioned for Storm to join them. Storm stepped out of her pants, and climbed into bed. She laid down in front of Payton, and looked up at her owner with a longing gaze.

“Ok. I like your sister. And I might have had her on my mind when I filled out the forms. But Storm acts nothing like Bailey.” Payton said, before she leaned down to kiss Storm’s lips.

Brae scooted over to lay next to Storm. She traced her fingertip over the synthetic’s belly. “How functional is she?”

Storm shivered at Brae’s touch and Payton’s lips.

Payton pulled her head up to look at Brae. “You know, she is an A.I., You can talk to her.”

“Almost an A.I.” Brae corrected. She looked at Storm. “So, how functional are you?”

“In what way?” Storm asked. She was distracted looking at Payton.

Brea reached down and grabbed ahold of Storm’s cock, and slowly stroked it. Payton glared at Brae for a second, but then returned her attention to Storm. Storm’s shaft slowly hardened.

“Fully, mm, fully functional.” Storm said, mid-moan. She adjusted her hips, and her legs opened slightly.

Brae reached her fingers under Storm’s little cock, and stroked her already moist lips. Payton watched Brae for a long moment, before she laid down next to Storm, her head resting on the synthetic’s belly.

“You’re going to…?” Brae started to ask

“Uh-huh.” Payton mumbled, her mouth opened and took the little cock between her lips. Storm’s hips lifted, pushing herself into Payton’s mouth, and caused Brae’s fingers to slip inside her.

Payton closed her eyes, and flicked her tongue slowly around Storm’s glans, her lips sealing around Storm’s shaft. Storm’s eyes closed, and she let out a low moan.

“Shh, we aren’t home alone.” Brae whispered. She pushed her fingers deeper inside Storm, slowly dragging her fingertips along the synthetic’s front wall. “She has a g-spot.” Brae whispered, as she strummed against the rough patch.

Storm’s legs trembled from the double stimulation. Her pussy dripped hot moisture while dribbles of pre formed on his tip, in Payton’s mouth.

Payton started bobbing her head on the little cock, stroking it with her lips, her tongue pressed firmly to the underside of Storm’s head.

The little synthetic couldn’t handle it anymore. She clenched down tightly on Brae’s fingers, and shot a hot sticky load in Payton’s mouth.

Payton pulled herself off of Storm’s cock. Before she could decide to spit or swallow, Brae pulled Payton over, and kissed her passionately. A surprised Payton opened her mouth, which let Brae taste Storm’s seed. After sucking a bit into her mouth, Brae broke the kiss, and swallowed, as did Payton.

“Sweet, and a little bit salty.” Brae commented. Brae sucked her fingers clean. “Same.”

“I can’t believe you are commenting on the flavor of her…” Payton stammered.

“My sex juices.” Storm finished for Payton.

“I only know what mine tastes like. Sue me.” Brae said, as she rolled to her back. “Just don’t tell Jennifer that Storm is a sex synth, or she will go ballistic.”

Payton chuckled and laid down against Storm, giving her small kisses. “I don’t plan on it.”