Chapter 26

I saw Amy walk softly over to the bed and gently climb in, lying next to Sammi. She snuggled up to Sammi for a minute or two, just lying there, and then started to kiss her gently on the neck. She ran her hands softly, gently down Sammi's body, tickling her lightly before finally stopping to rub her breasts lightly, teasing the nipples as they got hard. I was hard already! This was hot! So much for my disdain of all-girl action. These two girls certainly had my attention! I wondered what Amy was doing, though. I knew for a fact she didn't get into girls much, if at all. She liked guys way too much for that! I could hear Sammi moan in her sleep, obviously enjoying what was happening. I wondered what would happen when she woke up. She had told me she wasn't that interested in girls either, although she had some experience in that area.

After she had Sammi's nipples nice and hard, Amy slid her hand gently, slowly down Sammi's flat stomach. I watched Sammi's stomach tremble from the stimulation. Amy slid her hands in between Sammi's legs, at the same time licking one of her nipples and sucking it into her mouth. I saw Sammi jerk upwards, obviously enjoying it, and moan a little louder. Sammi's breathing got ragged as Amy played with her clit. That was when Sammi woke up.

"Wha... ? Ungh! Who? Amy? Oh God, that feels good! Amy? What are you doing?" Sammi whimpered. I could see her whole body trembling. She opened her eyes wide and I could see the lust there, but I could also see fear. She didn't know what was happening, or why. Amy started kissing her way down Sammi's stomach. It was obvious where her final destination was. That's when Sammi grabbed Amy's head and held it there, stopping her.

"Amy! What are you doing? Stop! Please, stop! Please, Amy!" She pulled Amy's head up until it was level with her own head. Amy kissed her, long and hard. I could see her tongue slide into Sammi's mouth. Sammi responded with her tongue, and they played for a minute as Amy's hand slipped back down to Sammi's clit. I saw Sammi jerk as Amy hit her target, and moan, then she grabbed Amy's hand and pulled it away, breaking the kiss at the same time.

"Amy! Stop! I mean it. Please." Sammi looked at her with tears in her eyes. I saw Amy look back, sadly.

"What's that matter? I thought you would like that. You seemed to, you're wet enough already!" Amy giggled nervously.

"Of course I like it! It feels good. But what are you doing, Amy? Why are you doing this? I know you don't do girls, you've never liked that. What are you doing?" Sammi asked, a little fear in her voice. Amy's face crumpled as she heard the fear.

"I... I'm sorry. I thought you would like it. I... I wanted to give you some fun, something you would enjoy. You saved my life again, Sammi! I could be his slut right now, and worse, he would have made me so I enjoyed it, if it wasn't for you. Or worse, Megan would be dying inside as she was trapped with him. He wouldn't make her enjoy it; he wants her to suffer, for picking Daddy over him. I owe you so much; I thought I could give you some fun for a change. I see how you look at Daddy; I thought if I showed you sex could be fun again, you could let yourself go again. Please, Sammi, let me help you. It's the least I could do!" Amy had tears in her eyes as she poured her heart out to the girl she used to not like.

"Why do you say I saved you? I'm brown, not blue," Sammi protested. Amy rolled her eyes.

"Tell that to someone stupid enough to believe it. I know what you did," Amy retorted. They just looked at each other for awhile.

"Fine. You want to play innocent; I'll tell you what you did. You used blue because brown is made of blue, red and black. You couldn't use brown because it has black in it and wouldn't work against Bandor's black, because he's your dad." I heard Sammi's gasp and saw the fire in her eyes. "I know, you don't like it, and I know Patrick is your Daddy, the DNA would show it, I'm sure, but Sammi, you and Julie are the only ones that can never escape the effects of that last cycle. You were made by Bandor, like it or not. It saved Cindi, so it's not all bad. Anyway, you used blue because you knew it would work. It's the same reason none of us can ever hurt Daddy with our powers. White is all the colors added together. None of our colors would affect him. I suspect it is an ancient mechanism to protect against traitors. It was you, Sammi; you saved my life," Amy insisted again. Sammi just looked at her.

"Fine. Don't admit it. But I know you did. And I just wanted to thank you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or upset you," Amy said, tears in her eyes. Sammi's face softened as her heart melted.

"Thanks, Amy. I really appreciate the effort. I've really gotten to like you recently. But not that way. Do you know how much it would break my heart if I knew you were doing something you didn't like just to thank me? I love you, Amy, but not that way. Oh, you could make me cum, but we'd both regret it later." She wiped the tears out of Amy's eyes and kissed her softly. I could see she felt bad about not being able to let Amy thank her.

"Do you really want to thank me, Amy? There is something you could do for me, if you want," Sammi said haltingly, as if embarrassed.

"Anything, Sammi. If it is mine to give, I will." Amy looked really serious.

"It just... I want to... be with Patrick so bad, but I just can't yet. If you really want to help me, be with him as much as you can, and then come back and tell me all about it. Everything! I want to hear all about how you make him whimper when he comes in your mouth. I want to hear about how he just turns to jelly when he comes inside you. I want to hear about how he whispers in your ear how much he loves you as he kisses your neck. Everything! That's what you can do for me. Maybe it will help me get over this." Sammi's face looked flushed, just talking about it.

"I will, I promise. I will make you so horny you can't stand it," Amy giggled.

"Too late! You already have. Lay down, Amy. You've got me so horny, damn it. I'll watch you and you can watch me." Amy lay down beside Sammi, a big grin on her face. I stood there, stunned, watching two of the prettiest teenagers in the world play with themselves. It wasn't long before they were both breathing heavily and whimpering. Then I watched Sammi's hand slip over to Amy and take over playing with Amy's clit. I heard a ragged gasp, and then Amy's hand moved over to Sammi. They moved closer together, and then they kissed passionately, playing with each other's tongues. Then I heard them both cry out into each other's mouth as their bodies bucked wildly. After a few seconds, they slipped their arms around each other, holding their sweaty bodies close to each other as they calmed down. Sammi kissed Amy gently.

"Don't get used to that. It won't happen again," Sammi whispered softly.

"Maybe once in awhile? Not very often," Amy suggested.

"We'll see."

"Why did you really come in here, Amy? Why are you trying to make me feel good? It's got to be more than gratitude," Sammi whispered. Amy smiled through her tears.

"Because I know who you really are!" Amy said softly. Then Amy got up and knelt on her knees, bent over, her face near the bed. She bent down and kissed Sammi's feet, mumbling something. Sammi looked shocked as she pulled her feet away.

"Stop that! What do you mean? I'm Sammi, the clone that was made for Cindi's brain. I'm Julie's twin, because of what Daddy did. Everyone knows that," Sammi said, looking mystified.

Amy looked deep into her eyes, and then looked startled herself.

"You really don't know, do you? I'm sorry, Sammi, I thought you knew. Maybe I'm wrong, since no one else seems to know either." Amy changed the subject, leaning into Sammi and whispering into her ear. Sammi looked surprised as Amy laughed.

"Are you serious?" Sammi asked. Amy whispered again.

"I don't know; would you help me?" Sammi asked. Amy whispered and nodded her head.

"Ok, if you promise to help," Sammi agreed. I wondered what was going on.

Amy got up off the bed, and before I even realized she was moving she had grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room with them, shutting the door. I was so embarrassed!

"I think you would be more comfortable in here with us, don't you think?" Amy asked as she and Sammi giggled. I was mortified.

"I'm sorry, girls. There is no excuse for what I was doing. I was just curious when I saw Amy come down the hall and then I got... well, I'm sorry." I didn't know what to say.

"We're not," Amy giggled. Then she turned serious, and gently pushed me down on the bed with Sammi. Sammi immediately put her arms around me, snuggled up close, and kissed me passionately. Amy helped her as she feverishly took my clothes off. She cuddled up as close as she could get and whispered to me.

"Please, make love to me, please, right now before I lose my nerve. I'm so horny and I want you so bad. Please?" She kissed me again.

"Are you sure, Sammi? You've been hurt so much and I just couldn't stand the thought of hurting you again," I whispered as I kissed her neck gently.

"You could never hurt me. Please? I don't know what tomorrow will be like, but right now I'm ready for you. I won't cling to you and be a nuisance; I just really want you inside me now." She looked at me with huge eyes.

She was so pretty, and so desperate, I just couldn't refuse. With all the playing around she and Amy had done, I didn't think she needed any more foreplay. I guess she and Amy agreed, because as I rolled over to her, Amy took my cock softly in her hand and inserted it into Sammi for me. Then Amy softly stroked my balls and gently fingered Sammi's clit as we quickly built to a shattering orgasm, Sammi's arms and legs wrapped around me as she held me tight. I thought I heard Sammi whisper 'I love you' as we clung to each other, recovering.

Amy stroked both of us gently for awhile, making sure we were done and I was empty. Then she kissed both of us softly.

"I love you both so much," Amy whispered, almost sadly. "I'm so sorry."

I had barely even begun to think about what Amy had said, being submerged in post-orgasmic bliss, when I saw Amy's arm move. As fast as Amy was, Sammi was even faster. I watched in shock as I saw Sammi grab Amy's arm, her own movement a blur, as she stopped the knife just before it entered my back. In a move almost too fast to see, Sammi twisted Amy's wrist, ripped the knife out of her hand, and threw it across the room, burying it into the wall at least 3 inches deep. Then Sammi flipped me off her with her leg, grabbed Amy around the waist, and threw her across the room the other way. Amy hit the wall about halfway up, twisting as she did so, and landed on her feet on the floor. Her face was a totally blank mask, no expression at all. She started to move, and then suddenly just froze in place, not moving a muscle.

"Patrick! Get dressed!" Sammi hissed quietly. "Then go get Megan, Becky and Victoria. Hurry!" She was throwing her clothes on as she spoke. Then she looked at me and her face softened in sympathy. I had not moved.

I stood there, frozen in shock, tears running down my face. Amy? Amy had tried to kill me? Amy? Not my Amy! She loved me... didn't she? I couldn't move. This couldn't be happening. Sammi took pity on me and pulled my clothes on. She didn't think we wanted Rhonda to see me naked with my daughter. She wasn't ready for that yet. Fortunately, Amy had not stripped down completely and was at least presentable for sleeping purposes.

Sammi had just finished dressing me and was trying to figure out how to get the others in here to help, without leaving me in the room alone with Amy, when Megan ran into the room.

"What's going on?" She asked, taking in the scene with one look.

"Get Victoria and Becky in here now!" Sammi ordered. Megan didn't even blink, but rushed out of the room. Seconds later, she returned with Victoria and Becky. As Megan entered the room again, she saw me and she rushed over to me, putting her arms around me. I lay my head on her shoulder and cried as I watched and listened to what was going on.

"Sammi! What happened? What's wrong with Amy?" Victoria asked tersely. Everyone looked around with fear plainly on their faces.

"Amy tried to kill Daddy," Sammi whispered softly.

Everyone looked at her with shock. Sammi just pointed to the knife sticking out of the wall. Finally, Becky spoke.

"What's wrong with Amy?" She asked.

"I froze her," Sammi stammered. "I didn't know what else to do. She was going to try again! I wasn't sure I could stop her." Becky looked at her sharply.

"You did this?" She asked. Sammi nodded. Becky looked at Megan, her eyes open wide in surprise. That was nothing compared to the look of shock that was on Megan's face.

By this time everyone was in the room, and they all started talking at once. Megan tried to restore order, and then nodded at Sammi. Sammi put two fingers in her mouth and gave an earsplitting whistle. There was total silence after that. Megan started giving orders.

"Rhonda, Cindi, Julie, Victoria, get your guns. I want two of you patrolling outside the house and two of you outside this door. You see anyone that shouldn't be there, warn them off once. If they don't leave immediately, kill them. No one gets near this house until I know what is happening here. Move!" They moved.

I had gotten over my initial shock, and gave Megan a sanitized version of what had happened, leaving out all the parts about the extracurricular activities. I saw the look in Megan's eyes; she wasn't fooled in the least. She didn't care; unless it was relevant to what was happening, she didn't want to know right now. Becky checked me out quickly and assured her there was nothing wrong with me.

"Becky, I want to know everything you can tell us about Amy, as soon as possible. I want to know what happened and what is wrong with her, and I want to know now!" Rhonda, standing outside the door, almost saluted. She was looking at Megan strangely, not used to such military like actions from Megan.

Becky moved over to Amy and looked at her closely. She tilted her head to one side and concentrated intensely. Then she spoke, to no one in particular.

"I see. Uh oh. Oh shit!" She turned around and walked over to Sammi.

"You did this?" Sammi nodded. "How?" Sammi shrugged her shoulders.

"I can't explain it. I just did it. I did it once before, remember, when Patrick was first taken in Iraq."

"Sammi, can I look inside you for a minute? I promise I won't touch anything. I need to know what you did," Becky explained. Sammi shrugged her shoulders again and nodded her head. Becky tilted her head again and concentrated, then looked at Megan, an indecipherable look on her face.

"What is it?" Megan asked, although I think she already knew.

"Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that Amy did not herself try to kill Patrick. Remember the black cloud that Bandor hit her in the face with? That is what caused this; it was a very powerful behavior modifier that made her try this. I wish we had thought about that, as they tried something similar with Victoria in the last cycle. It has nothing to do with Amy, and once removed, she will be the same as always." Becky paused, biting her lower lip.

"The bad news?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"It is going to have a very profound effect on Amy. You know how seriously she takes defending and guarding you. I just don't know if she will ever forgive herself for this. This is not going to be good."

"And... ?" Megan asked. She knew there was more. Cindi, Julie and Victoria rejoined us, having assured that nothing was going on outside.

"The effect can be removed, but only by two people. We can be sure Bandor is not going to come here and remove it. That leaves one person."

"And that person is... ?" Megan asked impatiently.

Becky simply pointed at Sammi. Sammi looked startled.

"Me? I just froze her. I can remove that. I don't know anything about any black cloud!" She sounded frantic.

"Becky? What's going on?" Megan asked.

"Patrick, Megan, Sammi, stay in the room, please. Everyone else, please wait outside," Becky commanded. There was no doubt it was a command. No one even hesitated.

"The ancient prophecy. It's real and it's happening now," Becky stated authoritatively after the door was shut.