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Across from Kaiser at the cafe table, Ness is smiling.
It’s her usual smile: pinched lips and creased, jewel-bright eyes, completed with the curly hair falling soft around her face, and on her equally as soft—and heavy!—tits. She’s cute, objectively; all long hair and frilly clothes with those delicate sandals—what a contrast to cleats, and the way Ness presses down on Kaiser (and the way Kaiser used to press down on Ness) with them—completed by a fucking bow in her hair. The picture of innocent girlhood.
There’s a jolt inside of Kaiser, making Kaiser jump where she’s sitting. Ness’ smile narrows.
It’s her usual smile, but it’s really much more smug than this bitch has any right to be. Much more smug than she ever dared to be, before.
“Michelle,” she coos, stirring her milk tea. “Are you okay?”
Soft tits and jewel-bright, berry-colored eyes. Kaiser aches in her pants and everywhere. Kaiser buzzes inside.
She’s only drinking water, because she does, in fact, have a vibrator up her ass. Dairy makes you shit, after all. Well, she doesn’t even drink that crap when she doesn’t have something up her ass, but—
Ness, the fucking devil incarnate—with soft tits and jewel-bright, berry-colored eyes—dials up the vibration another step, and all Kaiser can do not to yelp out loud and draw the attention of everyone surrounding them—they are trying to not get recognized, even if Ness perhaps forgot!—is to curl into herself just a little, digging her arms into the table until it hurts and squeezing her legs together tightly, flexing against it.
“Hm?” Ness adds. Then she dials all the way down so suddenly that Kaiser does gasp, hopefully soft enough that nobody heard.
Ness heard, though, of course. It sparkles in her eyes, and in the stretch of her lips with that stupid lip-gloss. Soft tits and jewel-bright, berry-colored eyes, with that look in them; smug satisfaction off by only a small margin: cloyingly heated instead of icy cold.
She looks like Kaiser’s fucking mother. Looks so much like her that it spins and spins and spins inside.
(Together, Kaiser and Ness, they make a perfect whole. Together, if they procreated, they could create Kaiser’s mother’s clone. Kaiser could give birth to her, except she can’t, but it’s not like she could imagine Ness carrying their child, either.)
“Screw you,” she bites. Ness lifts her cup and smothers her smile into it, and Kaiser aches, aches, aches.
“That’s not nice.”
Kaiser’s tapping her foot, glancing around the cafe, but everyone’s wrapped up with themselves. Nobody is looking at them. They’re all alone, in a way.
The vibration starts up again, unbearably high before tapering off so suddenly into a slight buzzing. Kaiser reels, gasps, clutches her hand around her glass. Across from her, Ness smiles, smiles, smiles, and there’s that edge to it, now, and everything inside of Kaiser unravels.
“I’m sorry,” she mutters. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
“Hm-hm,” Ness hums, pleased.