You lock the door behind you and walk up to your bedroom mirror. It's big enough to reflect your whole room, like the drawing desk you got from Mom, your bed on the left, and the TV from your older sister in your neat little gaming corner. It'd be a giant thrill to do what you're thinking about, but you have people you need to care for. Sandra's photo smiles from the corner of your desk.
You test things out first by air-drawing an eyestalk over your palm. Surprisingly it doesn't work, but then, you figure, if it did then there'd be a line of graphite getting all over your floor right now. You draw a cube on a sheet of paper instead, and sure enough, with the sound of crackling, popping, and crumpling there's a non-descript white cube on your desk! "Radical," you gawk to yourself. Then you put your bad pinky on the paper and draw an eyestalk right around the tip. Sure enough there's a crackling and popping but now a sound like meat sliding around (at least that's how it feels) and soon enough you get an eye peeping from your hand. "Double radical." You erase it from the top down.
But now you got to wonder: how are you gonna draw a second head. You could just post yourself against a wall and do it, but that's the easy way, and it's hard too. That mirror only gives so many good angles, who knows how badly you'd cock it up. Let's try a mirror, you suggest yourself. When you finish your fancy new hand mirror, which probably took a little longer than a test mirror should have, you find the white paper fade like chameleon skin into a reflective surface.
You soon whip out a mirror rig to help you draw a new head and take off your shirt for good measure, but there's a new issue now: no matter where you draw the head, it's gonna be at an odd angle. Fortunately your sketches keep collapsing before they come to life, otherwise there'd be a grisly sight to behold. As you stare into the mirror, though, another thought hits you.
You start with a rectangle on a new sheet. Then you start sketching yourself, only with two heads. Now the iffy part: since there's no clear cue to create a mirror, as there was for the hand mirror, you write "mirror" just under the screen. Now you wait.
There's a crackling and popping, but it's not just that dry sound from the paper, oh no, now there's something shaping out from your shoulder. You can''t help but cry out at first, burying it in your shirt soon after, but watch in awe as another brunette mop, another freckly face, and a whole new pair of familiar eyes look at you from just inches away.
"Hey," you call out.
"Hey," he replies. You turn to each other.
"Holy crap, is that how I sound?"
"Same!"
"Dude..."
"Dude."
"Woah, dude..."
"Yeah?"
"You remember that thing Alex said in PE?"
"I could hear you thinking that, and I totally do."
"Oh my god, bro."
"Hell yeah, bro."
You tilt your head, looking over other you's facial features. No one in the world has a view quite like yours. There's a narrowness you never noticed, smells and sounds too. He sounds so different, smells so strange, but it's all you.
He sticks out his tongue. You oblige, touching your tongue to his. My god, he even tastes different. He moves in and you open your mouth, then feel as he rolls it around the inside of your lips. You break for a moment, catching your breath, but you can feel that erotic curiosity coming from the both of you seriously kicking in. Now you stick your tongue in and feel around his gums, his teeth, from vantages you only dreamed of, and by god is it so foreign. "Is this how my teeth are?"
He samples yours. "I guess so."
Then you take things to a new level and put your hand on your crotch. Incredibly it's rock hard, and you only just noticed. You look to him as you delicately rub it. "Bro, so homo."
The two of go at it on the bed, fully knowing your mutual kinks and pleasures. He rubs your half's nipple and you suck on his earlobes. He grips your shaft by the base and motions, palm striking your pelvic spot. Meanwhile, still giving him a nibble, you put your hand against his cheek and slip your thumb inside his mouth. He sucks on it, looking at you like a puppy, which brings you an intense thrill.
Staring speechlessly he motions his hands faster, squeezing every time he reaches your tip, and all you can do is moan and bury yourself in your arms, brushing inadvertently against his hair. Feeling that downy fluff around your fingers, you squeeze and breathe: "Harder."
At this he grunts and pumps his hand faster. Helpless, you arch your back and breathe heavily, orgasm like a blossom ready to burst. Obviously he's into it too, and soon, oh so thankfully soon, there comes a delicious pop and a fountain of warm white falling over your body. You rub the mess all over your self and his half too, and give him a deep, suckling kiss. Then a moment of silent contemplation in each other, chests heaving, spunk cooling.
You turn to face the ceiling, breaking the exchange."Did I just fuck myself?"
He cranes to meet your eyes again. "Totally."
You turn to meet him. "Is it incest?"
"Not if it's yourself, bro."
"...Do I really say 'bro' that much?"
"If it comes naturally, bro, don't knock it!"
"True, true."
The two of you nap for a while. When you stir, you find it to be pretty dark out. Other You is still asleep, but you can tell he's not gonna be for long. It's strangely peaceful, watching this.
"Hey, uh..." He stirs awake, yawning.
"Yeah?"
"I don't know if we can, you know, go on. Like this."
"Ahh... I getcha. I was thinking about just erasing you, actually."
"Really? Wow, that puts a lot out of my chest."
"Technically our chest."
"True, true. But this was really awesome."
"Don't have to tell us twice."
"Heh," you reply. "You seem... cool about it."
"Technicallyyy, I was just born a second ago. I know everything you do. Hell, I might even come back. Of course I'd like to live on, but, hey, I already had sex."
"Oh wow... Is that your bucket list?"
"Pretty much, heh. You and I got a sexual fantasy, and that was all I was for. You're not seriously thinking about walking around with me, are you?"
"Well, ah, Sandy wouldn't mind."
"Pshh, you know she would."
"Yeah but, she wouldn't at the same time, you know?"
"True, true."
"You know... what if I just keep you around instead?"
"And what, be your little fuckskull?"
"...Is that a problem?"
"Hmm... actually, no." Then it hits you.
"Wait wait! I want to know what it's like too, though. But if I give you my body, then I miss out on a lot of cool things."
"We can think of cool things. Like, what if you give me a body?"
"Then that's two of us walking around. We'd be arguing over, like, my driver's license."
"Well, our body, our license."
"True, true..." You really start to think. "If we share, then there's problems. If I erase you, I kill myself. If I disconnect you, then I miss out."
"...You know, hearing me think had me realize the answer's so obvious."
"Oh?"
"Hear me out, man..."
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