Disconnected, Part 6

Payton gasped in shock and pushed herself up the bed. She woke up to find Storm’s face inches from her own. “Don’t… ” She panted. “Don’t do that.”

“Master?” Storm said with her brow raised in confusion.

“Staring at me like that when I sleep.” Payton said as she settled back down into the bed. She looked to her side and found Brae fast asleep. “How long has she been asleep?”

“She went to bed an hour ago.” Storm answered. “Before you ask, you have slept for about eight hours.” Payton groaned and rolled her legs off the bed. “Her mother, one of them at least, offered to make breakfast for you. Would you like me to get it for you?”

Payton pulled her pants up; she had fallen asleep with them around her knees. “No, I’ll go down for it.” She sat there thinking for a moment. “Storm, last night, or yesterday afternoon or whatever, when we were, uh, you know…”

“Having sex, Master?” Storm finished Payton’s thought with a smile.

“Yeah, and before… You get wet, and you cum… where does that even come from?” Payton said as she stood up and tried to fix her hair in the mirror.

“It’s filtered waste lubricating fluid.” Storm answered. Payton stared blankly at the synthetic for a long moment. “It’s perfectly safe.”

Payton cringed. “I wish I hadn’t asked.” She said, and left the bedroom. Brae didn’t even stir from the sound and motion of it all.

Payton and Storm descended from the bedrooms, and emerged in the kitchen. Valerie, Jennifer and Baily sat around the kitchen island with empty plates in front of them. There was one full plate set out in front of an empty chair. “Morning, Brae’s Mom… Principal Winter… Bailey.” Payton tiredly said as she sat down in front of the empty plate.

Storm stood next to Payton, between her owner and Bailey. She and Bailey looked at each other. “Huh.” Was all that Bailey said; she shrugged.

“Good morning. I take it the brat is still in bed?” Valerie said as she sipped her coffee.

“She apparently went to bed an hour ago.” Payton responded as she started to nibble at the food.

“Typical.” Valerie said. She glanced at her wife and stepdaughter.

Jennifer nodded at Valerie. “Kiddo, let’s go get you ready.” She said to Bailey.

“Ready for what?” Bailey asked in mild protest.

“Ready for not being in here right now so your stepmom and Payton can talk.” Jennifer responded as she walked Bailey out of the kitchen.

“Very subtle, Jen. Thanks.” Valerie said. She rolled her eyes. She looked at Storm. “What’s your name, hon?” She motioned for the synthetic to take a seat.

“Storm, Ma’am.” Storm said and sat down where Bailey was.

“Do you need anything? Food? Something to drink?” Valerie asked. Storm shook her head. “I think you both know what this is about.”

Payton looked up at Valerie. “Maybe?” She hesitantly responded. Valerie raised her brow at Payton. “It, uh, could be a bunch of things, actually.”

“That’s surprisingly honest, and a little disturbing, actually.” Valerie shook her head. “What do you think is the most likely thing I would have a sit-down talk with you about?”

Payton looked at Storm. “Uh. Um, about… why she looks like your stepdaughter?”

“You like Bailey, that’s no mystery.” Valerie said and sipped more of her coffee. “I’ve been watching you since you were eight, I know you never did anything to her.”

“Uh… Then is this about sleeping with Brae?” Payton asked hesitantly.

Valerie spit coffee back into her cup. “No! I had no idea.”

“We haven’t! She tried, but we haven’t.” Payton quickly corrected. “What is this actually about?”

Valerie shook her head to regain composure. “Payton, are you having trouble at school? With people maybe being mean to you? Maybe you don’t want to talk about it to someone you see at school every day, like Jennifer?”

Payton raised her brow and shook her head. “No. Nothing like that is happening.” Payton looked at Valerie for a moment. “Why do you ask?”

“Payton, I know your parents. I know how they respond to problems you have.” Valerie looked at Storm. “They spent a lot of money to buy a bodyguard robot for you. I’m just worried that you might be having trouble.”

Payton closed her eyes and shook her head. She took a bite of bacon. “No. I promise you, nothing like that is going on.”

“Alright.” Valerie said. “Now, about you sleeping with the Brat…”

Payton rolled her eyes and leaned back. “No, I haven’t had sex with Brae.”

Valerie smirked. “Did your mom have the boys talk with you?”

“What’s the boys talk?” Payton asked.

“Thought so.” Valerie settled back into her chair. “Are you interested in boys?”

Payton shrunk into the chair. “We are actually having this conversation?” She asked and Valerie nodded.

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“It’s just a penis, Payton.” Valerie said. Payton sat in the living room, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Valerie who sat across from her with a calm and nude Storm between them.

“I… I know. I’ve seen it.” Payton said, still trying not to look at Valerie or Storm for that matter. “Mrs. Shaw, you remember when you taught seventh grade health class for me and Brae?”

“Of course. That was only four years ago.” Valerie said.

“And how Brae couldn’t even look at you for a week? It’s that weird again.” Payton said.

“Do you remember the time I asked your synthetic to take off her pants, only to discover that you had designed her to emulate my eleven-year-old stepdaughter’s genetic abnormality? If I can get over that weirdness, so can you.” Valerie smirked.

Payton sighed, reached out, and gripped Storm’s tiny soft shaft. She instinctively rubbed her thumb over Storm’s tip, which caused the young synthetic to close her eyes, let out a little moan, and grow hard in Payton’s hand. She looked back at Valerie.

“I asked you if you had done anything, and you said you would show me.” She nodded at Storm’s bare body.

“I was joking.” Payton said.

“And yet you are holding her penis.” Valerie replied.

Payton shrunk a little. She slid from the sofa and knelt in front of Storm. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Storm’s tiny hard shaft. Payton slowly bobbed her head against Storms belly; her lips lovingly stroked the little cock. Payton’s hands traced up the back of Storm’s young thighs until she was holding the girl’s small ass cheeks. Her tongue flicked over the head of Storm’s cock; a shiver shot up the synthetic’s spine.

“That’s enough, really. I get the idea.” Valerie said while trying to hide a blush. Payton slurped off of Storm’s shaft and pulled herself back onto the sofa, sitting next to the woman this time.

Storm moved to sit in Payton’s lap; she straddled her owner’s lap facing away from her, and settled back against Payton, keeping most of her weight on the sofa. Payton still made a little pained sound under Storm’s weight.

“How much does she weigh?” Valerie asked with a raised brow, having watched the care Storm took in sitting in Payton’s lap.

“A ton.” Payton said as her hand reached around Storm, and covered the still hard little shaft.

“Approximately Two-hundred-eighty-six-point-six pounds.” Storm said.

“That’s not very approximate.” Valerie commented.

“It is before conversion to imperial.” Storm smirked.

“Why are you even so…dense?” Valerie asked Storm. Payton was doing a poor job of hiding the fact that she was in fact stroking Storm’s little cock.

Storm closed her eyes, and leaned back against Payton, putting more weight on her in the process. She let out a little sigh before answering. “Like you said, Mrs. Shaw, I’m her bodyguard.”

Valerie tossed a small blanket over Storm’s lap to give Payton’s hand some privacy. Her hand gripped tightly on the little shaft, and she stroked the synthetic more forcefully.

“She was probably built to fight, and just, uh, modified to do… other things.” Payton stammered out.

“Like, look like my stepdaughter. I get that.” Valerie sighed and wrapped her arm around Payton’s shoulder.

Payton rested her head on Valerie’s shoulder. Storm’s body writhed for a few second’s and Payton made a little face.

“What’s wrong?” Valerie asked.

Strom’s eyes glowed, shining green light off the already well light wall.

“She finished, and made a mess.” Payton said with a cringe in her cheeks.

Valerie rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. “Just, wipe off on the blanket. Kyle… uh… Lilly did more than once.”

Payton looked at Valerie for a second before she cleaned her hand, and Storm’s cock, on the blanket.

“Kiddo, I love you like a daughter, Lilly too; you both made the sex talk very interesting.” Valerie said.