Walking into the living room, I joined Krista on the couch. She wanted to cuddle... and I was liking the idea myself. As she swarmed aboard my lap, we began necking heavily. My thoughts were a million miles from our planning as the front door clicked and Jessica walked in. She bawled a few times for her Mom because her garage space was full, then did a double-take at Rusty and me on the couch.

Krista broke her self free of our embrace and left me with a cold, wet lap. She walked over next to Jessica, posing in her exact position. “Cian…. Do we really look that much alike?”

It was amazing, how much they appeared alike. Build, face, coloration: they could exchange clothes without a wrinkle. Daniel stood back a bit, unsurprised; he had seen both of them. He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed his sister. Krista fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around the young woman's legs, and I jumped up to help fasten her hands with single-use tie-ties.

Jessica fought hard; she tried kicking and biting, but Rusty reached up and grabbed a breast under her top, squeezing and twisting, which stopped her fighting. I tied her ankles as well, and we took her to her bedroom. I left her to Daniel and Krista, while I went down to deal further with Lana.