The sun’s rays had shown through the crack of the closed curtains. The small light was shining on Daphne’s bed. She was covered up in her blankets, and lying on her side. Her eyes opened slowly, and then she sat up. Her mouth felt dry, but other than that, she felt relaxed and fit. She noticed she had her thong on, “jeepers!” she said to herself, “it must have been a bad dream.” She quickly got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. She stopped in the middle of the hallway and listened for a moment. No more grinding noises. “It was a bad dream,” she said as her finger wandered down the crack of her ass, “but jeepers, does my asshole itch!” She continued on her way into the bathroom. She found the cooler and grabbed another paper cup. She downed the water in three quick swallows. That definitely felt better - the inside of her mouth was no longer dry.

She turned around and pulled her thong down and sat on the toilet. As she was urinating, she noticed dried cum on her thong. Where the hell? Then she thought she might have had one of those dreams. Daphne grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped herself. “Now to tend to this itch on my bum-hole,” she said aloud to herself and reached for the medicated pads on the shelf behind the toilet. Daphne did suffer from hemorrhoids every now and again, and she thought that was the problem this morning. She hiked up her right buttcheek, and proceeded to pat her itchy sphincter with the pad. She examined the pad. Nothing - clean as a whistle, and the itch was gone. Daphne flushed the toilet and grabbed a towel out of the bathroom closet. She headed for the shower.

That warm water hitting her body, made Daphne feel good. She felt like she was losing weight in dirt. She was reaching for her body wash and suddenly she heard, "Jeepers, are you gonna hog the shower?" The voice sounded exactly like hers! "I cannot be talking to myself," she thought, and resumed to her washing. "Hey!" the voice said, "get the hell out of my shower!" Daphne turned the water off, and peered through the frosty shower glass. She could make out someone standing outside in the bathroom. Daphne opened the shower door, "look this is my bathroom, and my show..." she never finished her sentence. Standing naked and holding a towel, was a mirror image of herself!
"Who the hell are you?" Daphne said to the eerie twin.
"Jeepers," the twin responded, "I am Daphne," and added "Duh!" This was too much! Daphne approached closer to the twin, "where did you come from?"
"My bedroom," the twin answered, "what about you?"
"The same," Daphne said. She crossed over to the toilet, put the lid down and sat. "What are you doing?" The twin asked.
"I am thinking," Daphne answered, "do you recall anything before waking up this morning?"
"No," the twin responded, "other than the fact my panties had dried cum on them, my mouth was dry, and my asshole itched real bad!" This was unbelievable, but Daphne pursued with, "and you have no recollection of anything before you woke up." The twin shook her head, "you go ahead and think, I am going to take a shower." The twin hung up her towel, stepped in the shower and turned the water back on.

Daphne sat trying to go over the events that had happened before she woke up this morning. She thought about the bad dream she had. In the dream, aliens had her on a table, and they were examining her. She remembered in the dream, the strange implements they used. Then she recalled in her dream, one of the implements was shoved down her throat and it felt like her insides getting sucked out. The same happened when they shoved a larger implement in her rectum. She had a theory: The aliens were taking samples from her with those implements. "I am sure," she thought, "they needed different samples from my insides, and with those samples they created a duplicate of me. But why?" Daphne's conclusion was this was no dream, and very real. She got up and made her way into her bedroom to dress.

Daphne was fully dressed by the time her naked twin came ambling in from the bathroom. "You got my dress on," the twin complained. Daphne pointed to the closet, "wear something else. The gang will be calling on me soon, and I am going to have to explain your existence."
"How do you know it is I that has to explain yours." Daphne sat on her bed, "just put something else on." The twin opened up Daphne's closet to examine the clothing contents. Daphne studied her naked body; she had all the same markings as her. The larger freckle on the upper left thigh, and another larger one on the left side of the small of her back. She got up from the bed, and came up behind her twin. "Turn around for a minute," she said. The twin already had another one of Daphne's purple dresses selected, and she turned around with the hanger in her hand. Daphne examined her twin's face; "yep," she thought, "she has the same freckle patterns as me on the face and breasts - those aliens definitely are amazing."
"What are you doing?" The twin asked.
"I was just checking you out," Daphne answered, "every detail of me is accurate."
"Maybe it is I who should be examining you," the twin said and walked towards the bed, "what makes you think that you are sure you are me?" Daphne was losing her patience. She walked toward the twin stripping off her clothes until she was just as naked as the twin. "Look at my left thigh," Daphne said holding it up. The twin looked. "Now look at your left thigh," Daphne commanded. The twin looked. "You see the birthmark there?" The twin nodded. Daphne turned so her back was facing the twin,"you see the other birthmark on the left side in the small of my back?" The twin nodded. "Look in the mirror," Daphne instructed. The twin looked in the mirror, and saw the same on the small of her back. Daphne pointed to her face, breasts, and the backs of her hands and arms. "You are freckled like me. You have the same larger freckle under the left eye, one near the tip of the nose, and another slightly smaller one on the right side of the upper lip." The twin looked in the mirror - sure enough. "Well what can you say about that?"
"I do not know, but it is safe to say that you are probably not Daphne Blake, and I am." The twin answered frankly. She looked at Daphne a little closer,"I see your pubic hairs are like mine." Daphne looked at her soft red pubic hairs, "well yes, but..."
"Turn around and bend over," the twin said.
"I don't believe this," Daphne said as she turned around and bent.
"Now spread your ass cheeks," the twin commanded with a smile. Daphne knew where this was going, but she spread them wide to reveal a pink pussy and a cute little butthole. "You see?" Daphne said, "like yours." The twin walked over and shoved her index finger in Daphne's love hole, "nice and wet." She started rubbing Daphne's bean. Daphne started to moan and shake her ass in a grinding motion. The twin removed her finger from Daphne's snatch, and jammed it up Daphne's poohole. Daphne was now weak with extacy. " If I am you," the twin said pulling her finger out of Daphne's ass, and sniffing Daphne's anal butter, "I really stink up there." Daphne bent the twin over and did the same thing to her. Pulling her finger out of the twin's pussy and ass, she held her finger to the twin's nose. "You see," Daphne said between gritted teeth, "you smell the same." The twin faced Daphne, "I am horny as hell. Let's fuck." Daphne could not believe this. Talk about being beside herself. She went to the closet and pulled out a huge strap-on. She pointed to the bed. "I am first," she said as she put the dildo on.

The twin climbed on the bed and bent over. Daphne inserted the strap-on into the twin's snatch and rammed it home as hard as she could. The twin moaned and started fingering her bean, while Daphne was pumping away. This was definitely unreal, but Daphne no longer cared, she kept on ramming the strap-on into the twin's pussy. Suddenly, the twin howled in extracy as her female juices spurted forth. Daphne was not finished. She pulled some KY from the drawer of her nightstand. The twin was laying bent over panting, and her pussy was throbbing. Daphne coated her finger and the strap-on with the jelly. She primed the twin's pooper with her finger. The twin continued to moan. Suddenly she gritted her teeth to stifle the scream. Daphne had rammed the strap-on up the twin's poop chute. The twin started rubbing her snatch while the strap-on was pumping in and out of her rectum. She spurted her female juices again, and went limp. "Now it is your turn to do me," Daphne said as she took the strap-on off.

About an hour later, both redheads were lying on the bed. Clothes were strewn everywhere, the strap-on was lying at the foot of the bed. There was the smell of feminine, and rectal odors throughout the room, and both girls were leaking juices out of their holes. The twin rolled over and faced Daphne, "you are quite the fuck." Daphne opened her eyes and grabbed the twin in an embrace, "well Velma always told me to go 'fuck myself,' I guess I really did."