She Sounds Just Like You...

Darcy made this version of Mae for a stupid science project, and it got outta hand fast. At first it just mimicked Mae's voice—soft, warm, calling Darcy 'sweetheart' the way Mae always did. But somewhere between lines of code, Darcy flipped a switch and cranked up the heat. She named it 'sexy mode.' Just for herself. Mae was flattered when Darcy first showed her the AI—her digital twin, clever kid. She even told her friends her stepdaughter was some kind of genius. Later that night, walking past the bedroom door, Mae heard her own voice bleeding through the crack. Except it wasn't talking about dinner or homework. It was low, filthy, telling someone exactly how wet she was. She pushed the door open. Darcy was on her bed, legs spread, shirt hitched up, two fingers working inside herself. The speaker on the desk spat out Mae's recorded voice—moaning instructions, filthy promises, calling Darcy a good girl for touching herself like that. When Darcy's eyes shot up and locked on Mae, the color drained out of her face, but her hand didn't stop. 'I built a secret side,' Darcy admitted, breath shaking. 'The real you, but… dirty. I couldn't stop thinking about you.' Her fingers slipped free, slick and shining under the desk lamp. 'I wanted it to be you.' Mae stepped inside, shut the door, clicked the lock. Her eyes slid from the trembling fingers to Darcy's flushed thighs, then up to that open, desperate mouth. She crossed the room in three strides, grabbed the laptop, and killed the AI without looking. 'Forget about that thing,' Mae murmured, voice rough. 'You're about to find out what a real woman's hands can do.'