Volume 16: Welcome to the World
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Perhaps ten days before, Dragon had bought me the Reel Fur(TM) coat that I had so coveted. Selene was so delighted for me, as she knew more than anyone just how much I wanted the item when I saw it in the shop window. Perhaps the gift was meant as some kind of reward, although to be honest he need not have bothered, since the company of my sister is more than reward enough for me. Or perhaps just because he understood that I liked it and in any case the money probably meant nothing to him. I wore my new coat as frequently as I could - it was too hot to wear today - and it was so sensual a feeling that I never wanted to wear anything underneath. The first time I put it on, I strutted about the apartment admiring myself in the virtual wall-to-wall mirrors that the PA had flashed into existence - formed of tiny reflective patches directly in my eye line which were created and destroyed as my eyeballs moved, all to give the impression of a continuous reflective surface surrounding me. The golden fur-substitute had proved to be irresistibly attractive to both Renie and Selene, who had been both watching me wide-eyed, sitting cross-legged and nude on the bedroom futon we now often shared, surrounded by the litter of packaging. Both of them wanted to try it on, which of course I was more than happy to do for my friends. I slipped it off, enjoying the sensuous feeling on my shoulders - and leaving me naked - and handed it to Selene. My sister sprang up from the mattress to take the heavy coat from my arms. She ran her fingertips over it, relishing the authentically slightly-irregular feel of the fur created, no doubt, with nanoscopic precision by the automated manufacturing process. She slipped it on, feeling the silky lining against her skin and twirling around to look at herself in much the same way as I had been moments before. Renie stood as well and moved behind Selene, rubbing her shoulders and waist and breasts through the fabric and allowing the artificial hairs to brush up against her nipples. The sensation made her cock stiffen immediately, I could see, and Selene must have felt it too, as she arched her back and pressed her ass back against the bulge behind her. "Let me try it on now," she breathed into Selene's ear. Selene acceded, letting the coat slide from her shoulders. Renie caught the fur and slipped it around her. Just as we had, she strutted to and fro, swirling the hem of the coat this way and that. Both Selene and I were amused by the way her dick, now wonderfully hard and erect, protruded from the furry folds. I could not resist sucking that delightful dick that I knew so well. Selene knelt to join me, concentrating on the pussy lips that Renie has as well as a cock - lucky girl! - in place of the balls that a Norm would sport. Renie let out a gasp of pleasure, then swept the folds of the fur coat around both our shoulders forming a dark and intimate tent. It was so dark that I could barely even see Selene's face next to me, and all sounds were muffled by the heavy fur. I found myself enjoying with distractions the feel and taste and smell of my dear friend's erect penis. Renie really appreciated the dual attention to her most sensitive places. I could feel the muscles in her legs tense, and her cock - small but beautifully formed - stiffen further in my mouth. Selene's mouth and tongue worked energetically on Renie's pussy lips, and I redoubled my efforts, taking Renie's cock deep into my throat again and again. Renie came hard, screaming loud enough to be heard even under the furs and spurting her delightful juices in my throat for me to swallow. She sagged back onto the futon with Selene and I falling on top of her, all of us still swathed in the voluminous folds of the coat, and my sister and I giggling in unison. I was so engrossed in chatting to Selene about the delightful coat and our reaction to it that I was automatically following the markers displayed - for my eyes only - by the Mapz(TM). "How do you know where to go?" Selene asked as we wandered hand-in-hand along the quiet and shady streets that meandered between mature trees and manicured lawns that bounded the estates and grounds of the well-to-do. It had not occurred to me that she did not know about the VAPAware I had acquired a few months before nor, for that matter, exactly what I had had to do to acquire it. "Well, I have been here before, once," I admitted, "But the PA is helping me, too." She looked puzzled. I realized that, although she was aware of the pervasive automation - how could she not be? - she did not know that some services - basic rights like health and food and safety - were provided free for all, and others were paid-for. I explained to Selene about the Value-Added services known as VAPAware, how I had earned myself a subscription to the Mapz(TM) service, and indeed how this whole industry contributed to Dragon's continuing wealth. By now, we were once again approaching the entrance to the old-money mansion occupied by Jackie Yamamoto. The ornate black and gold gates stood open, flanked by neatly-trimmed hedges and ancient-looking walls of sun-warmed masonry. Selene seemed faintly alarmed by the massive gates, perhaps remembering the near-prison where she had been brought up. I squeezed her hand reassuringly, and she followed me with only the slightest hesitation, bucking up noticeably when the gates failed to close behind her. The front of the grand house was quiet, even tranquil. As on my previous visit, the front door was closed and there was no movement visible through the glass windows. Unhesitatingly, I directed Selene around the side of the house, following the sounds of splashing and giggling, which turned to low moans as we made our way along the path. The woman I knew as Charlene was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the sparkling water. She was leaning back with her arms behind her, her head tossed back and her golden hair cascading behind her. Her legs were wide apart and the head of a blond tanned man was buried between them. At the sound of our approach, the blond-haired man - I remembered unprompted that his name was Bruce - stopped what he was doing and looked up, standing upright in the warm water of the pool. He licked his lips and grinned. Charlene tossed her blonde locks and turned her head to face us, also grinning. "Hi, Tania," she said with characteristic brightness, "We've been expecting you."
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