It was official. Ethan was never getting married.

The work that had gone into the last six months was nothing short of chaotic and confusing. The level of planning required just to get someone to cater sub-par and lukewarm food was enough to quit altogether. Thankfully, Ethan had little responsibility when it came to the wedding preparations. While Charles was making endless phone calls, writing an entire book of checks, and barely managing to hire everyone in time, Ethan's job was to assist in decorating the venue...

...and keeping Karly out of trouble.

There were times that Karly was so wild, Ethan was justifiably required to cut Karly into several pieces, one to a single box, just to keep her from going out and trying to disrupt rehearsals by flirting with the groom's extended family. Extreme? Ethan didn't think so at the time. He even threatened to ship every box to Madagascar. Hilarity ensued later when both of her boobs were "misplaced"---a direct hit to her ego that had yet to recover.

Ultimately, it was all worth the effort. Charles was the happiest anyone had seen him. There was a genuine air of joy and comfort that filled the rustic barn that day. Dare he say, Khloe was his father's soulmate.

A few days later, she and Charles would go on to enjoy a peaceful honeymoon at the Emerald Coast, leaving Karly and Ethan to use each other freely. Whether it be in one or dozens of pieces. Karly, more times than not would be busy on her phone and Ethan would ask for her lower half, taking it to the living room to have it sit on him for hours, just letting his dick fill that empty space casually while hopping on the game system. Karly wouldn't say it, but she grew jealous of her detached half spending more time with Ethan than the rest of her that could actually converse.

Seven days had passed before the two newlyweds returned, finding the house just the way they left it, much to their astonishment.

"Hey guys!" Khloe was excited to see her daughter and son again, hugging each of them tightly. Ethan's hug was a few seconds longer, and maybe a degree more intimate. "I got you guys some souvenirs."

"Let me guess, seashells and a shirt that says 'I Survived Pensacola Florida'?" Asked Karly.

"Not quite." Rummaging through her oversized travel bag, she pulled out a small box. It was opened to reveal a necklace with a jade green ring with metal accents in the shape of Koi fish.

Karly gasped. “Thank you!” She nearly decapitated herself to get the jewelry on her neck.

"For you…” Khloe began as she bit her lip. She eyed her new husband, then turned attention back to Ethan. “I'll have to get that for you later."

Ethan grew suspicious over the course of the night. Both Khloe and Charles carried on like nothing was secretly lingering in the background. It wasn’t until Karly had gone to her bedroom for the night and Charles left for work that Khloe invited him to her room. He cautiously entered his parent's private space. Khloe sat on the edge of the bed, holding down the covers with a sizable object hiding underneath.

"You can come in."

“Oh, okay.” Ethan practically tiptoed inside, feeling like he was desecrating some sacred ground.

Khloe giggled. You can come closer.

Ethan inched towards his mom.

“Like I said earlier, I want to give you something for all your help lately. With everything. Mostly Karly, but everything during the wedding.”

The covers were ripped away revealing to Ethan a sight that caused his body to seize. Laying still on the bed, was an exact copy of Khloe, sans head. It was dressed in a bra and panties. Presumably a pair of her own.

He didn't know what to think, or say. This was unprecedented. There were so many logistics to take into consideration, and Ethan was unsure if---

"Don't worry, your father knows."

"He does?" Ethan expected some kind of refusal for something of this magnitude.

"Your father understands our relationship, and since it in no way affects how I feel about Charles or the relationship as a whole, he permissed it all as long as it stayed in the house and never ever left it."

Ethan was transfixed on Khloe's headless clone. He had only seen her in clothing, which did no justice to just how shapely and nearly perfect she was.

"You can take a closer look, if you'd like." Khloe said with an alluring tone. She knew exactly how to get him going.

As he approached, his heart beat faster and harder with each step. From his position, the body was oriented so the neck stump was at the edge of the satin sheets, her chest in full display. He slowly reached his hand out and brushed the lightly tanned skin with the back of his fingers. Ethan started at the shoulder, going down the length of her arm, and back up. It was terribly difficult to not immediately jump to her breasts and crush it in his grip.

“Wait, how…how was this even possible?” Ethan never once thought cloning was a component of their natural abilities.

“I have my ways. Think of it as a gift for being such a great help during the wedding, and of course, being such a great son.”

Ethan blushed.

“You can do whatever you want with it too. Don’t think it would be disrespectful in any way.”

“What do you mean by…whatever I want?”

Khloe gave this knowing look that could be read a million different ways. It was apparent what exactly she meant. “Just be careful not to lose any pieces. And no sharing!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.” As Ethan’s eyes stuck to the body like a fly on a glue trap, he began making plans on how he would take care of it. Somehow, he managed to snap out of it and return to the real Khloe. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” Khloe leaned forward and pecked her son on the cheek. “I’ll see you later. Your father and I are looking at a new car. Something more roomy.”

Ethan nodded. That was his cue to take his new belongings out of her room. He placed his hands to each side of her torso—his heart nearly stopping—and gauged just how much effort was going to take. Ethan was by no means scrawny. Carrying the headless clone of his mom over his shoulder wasn’t difficult, but not exactly easy. She was about his size in height and weight. Maybe.

He left the bedroom and looked down the hall. No one. He thanked the gods. If Karly saw him, it would be something she wouldn’t shut up about for ages. Eventually, he knew she would find out, but for at least the next few hours he could relax in the thought that only he and Khloe knew.

The body was carefully laid across his bed, then he rushed to his door to close it. His heart thumped hard as he turned back to his new toy. He was in complete privacy. He could do anything. It was an odd feeling, seeing his mom’s body wearing nothing but the basics, and having it on top of the most intimate of places. Sitting down beside it, he absorbed every detail about her he missed in less personal interactions. Her skin was soft and hairless with a natural beige tone. Ethan ran his fingers across her belly, then up to the edge of the bra.

Was this too soon? The debate pulled his hand back. He was ready to ravage the incredibly sexy body before him. Perhaps it was best to start slow. With both hands he firmly gripped the thigh closest to him. A thin line grew to a gap. He held the now detached leg in his arms, hugging it, caressing it with his cheek. He felt the sole of her feet with the back of his hand. The zipper of his jeans was beginning to bear weight.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Ethan said to himself. After he climbed on top of the bed, straddling Khloe’s clone, he popped off the other leg, and both of its arms. Now was the moment. Ethan could no longer wait. He slowly slid two fingers underneath the strap that was between the cups of her bra, unclasped it, and pulled each side away. Khloe’s plump breasts flattened slightly, jiggling as they lost the support the garment provided. His tight jeans made his stiffened member painful to keep inside of.

Jeans, shirt, and underwear were stripped off, and he returned to the disembodied and headless torso to remove its own undergarments. Khloe wasn’t as shaven as Karly. Above her crotch was a natural growth of brown hair in the shape of a heart.

Intentional, no less.

Ethan decided that procrastinating did no favors. He remembered what his mom said about using her clone.

“...don’t think you’re being disrespectful…do whatever you want…”

It was enough. He brought the torso closer to him, pushing his dick against its pronounced clit. He moved himself between the folds of her sex. And when he believed there was enough lubrication to work with, slid himself inside. A sensation like none other. Ethan didn’t wish to compare it to Karly, but it was uncontrollable. He rocked back and forth. Its breasts oscillated with the motion. He nearly popped right there.

There was reserved interest to try another position. Karly was vanilla as it came, other than the constant involvement of detachment. Ethan slid out and propped himself against the wall. He bent to pick up the disembodied torso, which was surprisingly light with the appendages removed. Hugging it with one arm, he lined up her pussy, and lowered her onto him. The torso was moved up and down as he sucked on each bouncing nipple.

The world melted around him as his own functions flooded his senses. Before he knew it, he had orgasmed. Ethan sat there. Motionless. He opened his eyes to the sight of the still, headless clone, mounted to him.

“Oh wow. Oh. Oh…shit. Oh shit.” Ethan said as he realized what he had just done. He came inside of it.

As awkward as it may have been, he retrieved his phone and quickly pressed the call button in his mom’s contact number. It rang.

“Yes, dear?”

Ethan wasn’t sure what to say. There was a period without exchanged words, and he finally admitted to her that he orgasmed inside of her clone. He could hear laughing.

“You’re a fast one. Don’t worry about that. It’s not like it can get pregnant.”

“Sure about that? I really don’t want to put you…err, it…me, in a situation like that.”

“It’s sterile. The same with every other clone out there. Some things you just can’t replicate.”

Ethan felt relieved to hear it. “Sorry. For freaking out.”

“It’s okay honey. Have fun.” Khloe said before hanging up.

“Phew.” The phone was thrown to the side. His attention diverted back to the body resting on him. He was flaccid now, and it flopped out of the dripping vagina once she was lifted off. “Now…” He said as he admired the shapely form, “where am I going to put you?”

For the rest of the night, Khloe’s clone kept Ethan company. She may not have had a head, but he didn’t mind. For him, it was enough to have something he could wrap an arm around and cuddle with. Ethan fell asleep quicker than usual. Once he woke up the next morning, to say it was the best night of rest he had yet, was nothing short of the truth.

He stretched his arms out. A smile grew as he looked to his right to see the body next to him. “Good morning sexy.”

“Who are you calling sexy?”

Ethan jumped up, startled by Karly’s voice coming out of nowhere. It was when he tried to swing himself off the bed did he realize he had no lower half. “What in the ever living fuck?” He said in a deep, scratchy voice as his vocal cords hadn't yet warmed up.

On the floor, Karly was found kneeling on the floor, attached to his lower half, and thrusting hard doggy-style into her own detached lower half. His jaw dropped.

“Oh fuck this feels good.”

“You couldn’t have asked first?!”

“You were asleep.” Karly continued to fuck herself hard. There seemed to be no concern that she might cum given her lack of experience with the particular method of intercourse.

“Good god. I didn’t think when I told you to go fuck yourself, you’d take it literally.”

After thirty or so seconds, Karly began seizing, holding onto her hips in a tight grip. She shuddered and shook. Then, she stopped. She huffed in exhaustion. “Holy shit. Hoooooly shit.”

“You just came in your pussy! My cum!”

“Relax. I take birth control.”

Ethan shook his head vigorously. “That’s still too risky. There’s a reason I’ve been pulling out all this time.”

“Pfffft, like that works.” Karly slid her lower half off of the borrowed dick, letting it flop down onto the carpeted floor. Cum oozed out from her folds. Ethan stared wildly as if he had witnessed a murder. “By the way,” She paused to catch her breath, “when did you get that?”

Heads turned to the headless clone. “Your mom, uhh, gave it to me. Told me it was a gift for helping out with the wedding. And...may or may not have been related to something she mentioned a while back when me and her—well, we don't need to go there."

Karly was entranced. She stood up, Ethan’s dick sticking out into the air. There was no previous mention of a spare body that her mother kept around. All she ever found while digging for a dress to take from her closet were extra heads. For all that was known, Khloe didn’t like having extra parts laying around. "She's been holding this secret from me the entire time."

“There’s probably a good reason. If you knew how to, you’d probably open up an Etsy marketplace and sell every bit of yourself.”

“Oh my god! Thank you for the idea!”

Ethan slapped his forehead. He should have known that was the worst thing he could have said. “Sigh. Alright. Now give me my low half back.”

“Hmmm.” A thought occurred to Karly as she stared at the dick attached to her bounce up and down. “I…want to try something, but…”

“What?”

Karly didn’t want to say. It was too unconventional. Controversial. But it was something she wanted to experience since she first planned to use her brother’s parts. “I want to try a blowjob.”

“But…you already–”

“No. Like, receive a blowjob.”

There was no way he was going to blow his own dick again. He didn’t like the taste, or the sensation. It grossed him out and that was saying something despite all the typically ‘gross’ things he enjoyed doing. “No thank you.”

“No, no. Not you.”

Ethan blinked. No way. “You’re not actually considering…”

“I mean, it’s still your dick. It’s not like it’s full on incest.” Karly was serious about using one of her own mother’s spare heads. Ethan might not have agreed with the idea, but she was right. Despite being attached to half of him, it was still Ethan. It was weird. But it turned her on to the point the dick she temporarily owned throbbed hard, veins bulging like a guys arm at Muscle Beach.

“I can’t believe it. She would kill you if she found out. Not to mention, it’s totally wrong.”

“What a fucking party pooper.” Karly turned towards the door and walked out without another word. Ethan wondered where the heck she could have gone, assuming it was to use the bathroom. Hopefully. She returned a minute later, carrying a red velvet bag that tied at the top.

Ethan gasped. A copy of Khloe’s beautiful head was pulled from the bag. Its eyes were closed, and its dormant state made it look as if it were peacefully sleeping. “You are not!” Ethan exclaimed.

“Come on. If I could use my own head, this wouldn’t have been an option.” She lowered her mother’s detached head down to the same level as the swollen head of her dick. The mouth was pried open. Karly shot daggers at her brother. “Don’t. Tell. Her.”

He could make no promises, but nodded anyway. Then, slowly, Karly pushed the dick into its warm mouth. She threw her head back as the chemicals flooded her brain. So this is why these damn men like this so much. The head moved up and down the shaft. Ethan couldn’t make what had unfolded before him. Was it wrong? Was it permissible considering the factors? He shook his head with uncertainty.

Cum shot down the short length of the head’s throat, pooling at the bottom. Cut’s along the neck didn’t create some magical portal that led to the original body. Knowing this, Karly tipped the head down, pouring the white liquid to run out of the mouth and onto the floor. She waited until the stream became a slow drip and shook it like one would a can of soup.

“I’m not sure what felt better, me or mom.”

Ethan recoiled upon hearing that. “What the fuck is wrong with you.”

“Oh many things, bro.” Karly said as she stuck the head between her arm and torso. “I’m going to get cleaned up and I’ll give you back this…thing.” She grabbed the gradually shrinking cock, spinning it around. “Oh, that’s fun.”

She left the bedroom, leaving Ethan to reflect on whatever implications would follow her questionable activity. He scoffed in disbelief. “Fuck me in the ass…”

Karly yelled from across the hall, “I can do that if you’d like!”