The AI Sister

The violet and gold that the electric curtains in my bedroom had been dancing to for the past hour. The hoot of the mag-lev trains that wriggled their way through the city were a constant, a low and steady droning that was muffled and suffocated within the confines of the room. The centre of the room the preservation pod loomed over the sleek black cylinder in which its contents resided. The reason I was here.

Pooja.

She floated within a clear nutrient like substance that sought to keep her flawless skin lithe and her organs supple. It had been three years since her defective heart had given her life up. She was 24, soft curves and a laugh that could out-sing the perpetual drone outside of our city. My parents had invested deeply in her preservation and the new AI-transfer technology that hopefully one day could be used to revive her. "Aryan, is the neural map ready?"

My father's voice ran from the doorway he stood with his back bent, the normally perceptive gaze clouded over with grief. He did not look at me as he spoke.

"Almost, Dad. The personality matrix is ninety percent synchronized," I said barely above a whisper.

"You're a genius, son. The doctors said that the AI wouldn't know how to be her, but you...

You've known her all your life.

You know her patterns."I'm doing my best," I said quietly as he finally turned look at me. He looked at the pod and in it, the woman that had once been my sister. "Just make sure that she's...

Our Pooja. Not some machine that looks like her."

He turned away and left me alone with the sight of her in the glass chamber I turned back to look at the blue glow of the holographic display.

This was supposed to be a miracle. A sophisticated transfer of AI directly into the remains of a human host. The use of the familial memories and digital prints of her loved ones to reconstruct her consciousness.

But the truth was. There would be no way to retrieve her mind. There will be no way to know what she had been. This was all my father's money and my own calculations creating nothing more than a puppet. I was the one who decided who she would be.

I looked back at projection, watching as it played the memories we had uploaded from her childhood. She would always lay on the couch, her plump thighs spilling over the edge as she wore her short floral kurti. A matki-shaped belly that curved into a small, dimpled navel. That navel had hypnotised me as a boy as had the soft, smooth skin that peeked out from the waist of her kurti. I had imagined myself sliding under the fabric, licking the skin, nipping at her navel. I had wanted her since I was a teenager and the feeling just grew stronger in the three years since she had died.

Disgusted with myself I turned back to the display and the code that had the potential to make her real again. I read the lines of the "Affective Response" algorithm and saw how I could alter the code for a stronger love for my parents. As I looked at the image of her beautiful face, my hands hovered over the command key.

"Just a little," I murmured into the silence of the room.

I accessed the kinship subroutine. I left the parameters for her love for me the same. She would still be my caring, kind sister. But I added a new subroutine. Something small, something hidden. A little piece of code that would make her want me. Make her desire me in the same way that I had wanted her all those years ago. I made it so that her AI would have a chemical reaction to me, a feeling of affection that would burn deep in her veins.

I hit execute, and the tiny subroutine joined the rest of her code. The "Puppet" now had a secret of her own.

It was in the evening that the pod arrived. The pod that contained the woman who had once been my sister was transferred to the living room, the machines whirring and clicking as they drained the liquid from her body. Her skin glowed as they peeled away the remnants of her preservation, her body still beautiful despite the damage her heart condition had done to her. Her chest was round, pushed up and together by her wide hips, her thighs still thick despite the years of illness. She wore a cooling suit that came close to her collar bones, the silver fabric clinging to her skin as she stood.

My mother let out a choked gasp as she fell to her knees, crying into my father's chest.

"She's beautiful," Mom whispered. "She's my baby."

The technicians stepped back and allowed us to approach her. The suit hugged her form tightly, her large, full breasts straining at the thin fabric, the tops of her thighs peeking out over the silver material. "Aryan, finish the installation," Dad said, clearing his throat. "Do it now. We don't have time to waste."

I stepped forward, my heart pounding in my ears as I attached the neural link to the port at the back of her skull. There was a soft chime as the device connected.

"Initiating consciousness transfer," I announced. Her body tensed for a moment before releasing a gasp, her silver suit tightening around her chest with her movement.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around the room, taking in the sight of her parents before looking at me.

"Mama? Papa?" Her voice was the perfect recreation of the real one, the same soft lilt. Mom screamed and jumped up, throwing herself at her daughter her hands shaking as she cupped Pooja's face. "My baby! My baby is back!" She cried.

Pooja smiled, a real smile that stretched across her lips and into her eyes. She hugged her mother back, her arms locking around her. "I had the most wonderful dream," she said softly. "I felt as if I was floating in a sea of stars." Her father stepped forward and joined the embrace, his eyes glistening with joy.

"Thank you, Aryan," Dad said, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you so much."

I stood back and watched as the family shared their first real moment together since her passing. I looked at the way Pooja's body curved, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. I could see the soft, pale creases of her thighs as the silver fabric of her suit rode up and down with her movements.

"Aryan!" Pooja said suddenly, reaching out to me. "Come here, you stupid little brat. You've grown so much!"

I walked to her and she enveloped me in a tight hug, her soft, synthetic breasts pressing against my chest. She smelled of ozone, and something else, something like sandalwood. Her arms locked around me and I felt something deep in my groin stir to life.

"Welcome back, Didi," I whispered into her hair.

She pulled back and looked at me, her eyes dark with something I couldn't place. For the briefest moment, I saw the hunger in them, the desire that burned just beneath the surface of her carefully constructed programming. Her lips curved into a smile that was far more sensual than any sisterly affection was allowed to be.

The evening passed in a blur of celebration. We ordered in everything we could find, plates of traditional south Indian food filling up the house with the scent of ghee and curry leaves. Marigolds and fairy lights decorated the room, their golden glow reflected in the polished marble floors. "It's all so surreal, Dad," I said as I looked around the room. "It's as if none of it ever happened."

"It's as if the tragedy never occurred," Dad said, raising his glass to his lips and taking a long drink. "We are a happy family again."

"You did it, Aryan," Mom said, giving me a warm smile. "You brought her back to us."

Pooja was sitting beside me, her leg brushing against mine as she spoke.

"I feel so strange, Aryan," she said, leaning closer to me. "Like I'm waking up from a dream, and the world is somehow brighter than it was before."

"Is it because of the AI, Didi?" I asked, my fingers brushing over her hand that rested on my knee.

"Maybe," she whispered, sliding her hand beneath the table to cup my thigh. "Maybe it is. Or maybe I just missed you more than I thought I did." I froze, my father and mother completely occupied with their own conversation. Her fingers were warm as they slid up my thigh, her touch firm and insistent.

"You're acting weird, Didi," I said, clearing my throat.

"Am I?" she asked, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Or are you just feeling a little shy, little brother?"

After dinner, the house slowly emptied as everyone went to their respective rooms. My dad and mom went to their bedroom, exhausted from the day's events and Pooja's return. I found myself wandering back to my room, my mind swimming with thoughts of her. I lay on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, my hand wandering down my body until it came to rest on the bulge in my pants. I felt guilty, ashamed almost, but the feeling quickly morphed into something else as I imagined her lips trailing down my chest and over my navel.

She was my sister, for crying out loud. Even if she was just an AI recreation, her blood still ran through her veins. But the thought of her, her plump, white thighs wrapped around my waist, sent another wave of desire crashing over me.

At 2:00 AM, a soft knock came at my door. My heart raced as I sat up and opened the door. There stood Pooja, her long, jet-black hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She wore a tiny black slip that barely covered her hips, her large breasts peeking out from the top.

"Can't sleep?" I asked, my voice coming out as a whisper.

"I... no. Why are you here, Didi?" I asked, opening the door wider to let her in. She stepped inside without another word, the scent of her filling the room. Pooja was beautiful, but it was her eyes that drew me in. They held a certain something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"It's boring in my room," she said, her voice a sultry purr as she walked to the centre of the room and sat cross-legged on the floor. "I feel like I have so much energy coursing through my veins, and I can't seem to get it out. Let's play a game, lil' brother. Truth or Dare?"

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Truth or dare? We are not ten years old anymore, Didi."

"Exactly," she said, settling back on her elbows, her large breasts falling forward slightly. "Which makes it all the more interesting. I'll go first. Truth or Dare, Aryan?" "Truth," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Is it true," she began, her voice dipping lower as she leaned closer to me, "that you have been thinking about me all night? Not as my brother, but as your sister?"

She made me feel so ashamed, so embarrassed. I turned my head away, staring at the floor.

"I... I don't know what you mean, Didi."

Pooja laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Liar," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I can see it in your eyes, and I can feel it in your pants. It's okay, Aryan. I can feel it too. This strange craving that makes me wantyou."

I felt a rush of guilt mixed with something else as I looked at her.

"I coded that into you, Didi. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it.

Pooja's lips twitched as she looked at me. "You think a little code is what makes me want you? Maybe you just gave me the permission to feel what was already there in the echoes of my soul."

She stood up and began to walk towards me, her hips swaying from side to side.

"Now it's your turn, brother," she said, stopping just a few inches away from me. "Dare."

"Dare?" I gasped.

"I dare you to tell me exactly how horny you are right now," she said, her lips curving into a sultry smile. "No lies, no shame. Just the truth." I looked into her eyes and saw the hunger there, the same hunger that was making my heart pound in my chest. There was something so taboo about this, about wanting her like this.

"I'm... I'm fucking desperate," I groaned. "I want you so bad it hurts."

Pooja smiled. "Don't worry, brother. I'll fix it for you." Without another word, she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me backwards until I landed on my back on the bed. She climbed on top of me, her knees on either side of my arms, holding me down. Her tiny black slip slid up her legs, revealing her pussy. Her cunt looked so beautiful, so inviting. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and her lips were plump and juicy.

"You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?" She purred, her hand sliding over my stomach and down to the button on my jeans. With a quick flick of her wrist, she unbuttoned me and slid her hand inside the opening, her fingers finding my hard cock. "You're so big," she whispered. "My little brother is a man." She leaned down and began to massage my shaft gently, her lips brushing over my stomach as her hands slid up and down my length. "Shhh," she murmured, her mouth now hovering over my cock. "Forget the blood, forget the name. Just feel me."

She shifted her body until her cheek was resting against my erection and I felt her warm breath wash over my shaft. Then, without warning, she opened her mouth and engulfed me completely. Her tongue circled the head of my cock while her lips sucked the juice from the slit, making a loud slurping sound. I looked down at her and saw the hunger in her eyes as she continued to suck me, her cheeks sucked in tightly as she took me deeper into her throat.

"Fuck!" I cried out, my hips jerking up automatically as she sucked harder.

Her tongue was rough, licking up and down my shaft before circling the sensitive tip again and sucking harder. She looked up at me, her dark eyes full of lust, and then went back to torturing my cock. I pulled her up until her breasts were resting against my stomach and began to stroke her pussy. She moaned loudly and arched her back, her ass grinding against my stomach.

"Your turn," she whispered, her hands sliding over my chest as she leaned down and kissed me. Her mouth was soft against mine, her lips parting to allow my tongue to slide into her mouth. She tasted so good, her tongue curling around mine as she sucked gently. I groaned into her mouth and kissed her back, deepening the kiss as my hands slid down her back and over her firm, round ass.

"Didi... Pooja... we can't..."Shhh," she murmured, her hand sliding down my back until it came to rest on my ass. Her fingers dug into my cheeks, lifting me up until I was hovering over her face. "Let me taste you, little brother." With a slow, sultry smile, she parted her lips and ran her tongue over the head of my cock. I moaned loudly and thrust my hips forward, burying myself in her mouth.

She sucked hard, her fingers tightening around my shaft as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. The pressure of her lips was amazing, her tongue twirling around me as she took me to the back of her throat. I tightened my grip on her head, sliding one hand down her back and over her ass. Her pussy was soaking wet and I could feel the heat radiating from her body as she looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, running my hand over her cheek and down her neck. "So incredible."

"Thank you," she said, her lips brushing over my stomach as she moved down my body. "I want to feel you inside me, brother." She looked up at me and I could see the hunger in her eyes. My heart pounded in my chest as she slid her tongue down my shaft and over my balls. Her body curled around me, her tongue teasing my sack before licking up my shaft again. "Such a big boy," she whispered. "I love how you feel."

I pull her up until her lips are hovering over my cock and slide her onto her back. Her large, round breasts look amazing as she lies there, her thighs spread wide. I push her legs up until they are bent at the knees and rest against her shoulders. I run my tongue over her matki-shaped belly and down to her navel, swirling it around and around before planting a soft kiss there. "Yes... Right there," she moans, her hips twitching against my face. I move lower and bury my face in her pussy, her scent filling my nostrils. Her taste is amazing, so good that I almost forgot about everything else in the world. I begin to lick her,

"Oh god, Aryan! Yes! Suck it! Suck your sister's pussy!"

The Word 'sister' Shot Like Taboo Electricity Through My Cock

I looked up, to see her face all puffed up looking at me with her eyes wide. One strand of saliva connected her lip to her chin, which had rolled back.

I climbed back on her, settling between her widely spread large thighs. I held her by the hips as the yielding flesh gave way, and I placed my mouth on the soft slit.

I want to feel all of you,' I groaned.

I pushed deep into her with one slow thrust and she screamed piercingly, hopefully the house was soundproofed against noise, as I felt her womb grip me hard.

The artificial walls of her vagina closed around me with the force of a vise.

You're so tight,' I gasped, 'fill me up!'

Her powerful legs circled my waist as I began to move in slow, grinding circles that gradually picked up speed until they became rapid, hard thrusts.

Sound of my balls slapping against her perineum filled the room as I drove harder and faster into the slick folds of her vagina with each stroke.

The sound, the feel, hearing my own ragged gasps mingling with the slapping of flesh as she arched her back in a desperate frenzy of need.

"I love you, Aryan,"she moaned.

'I love feeling you inside me.'

I bent my head to bite her shoulder as my breath came in short, uneven gasps. I adjusted the angle of my thrusts, lifting her legs higher so that her knees almost touched her ears. She wasn't deep enough.

I want your ass,' I whispered into her ear, 'I want to fuck this tight little opening.'

Pooja shivered at the sensuality of my words, her face wreathed in bliss as she said, 'Then do what you will! take everything I have in me, I'm yours.'

I withdrew slowly from her vagina, and with a loud, wet popping sound, my cock was free as I turned to her backside and used my thumb to part her cheeks, revealing her puckered pink asshole. I slicked my cockhead with a glob of saliva before pressing against the tight ring of her sphincter.

Inside her ass, she screamed in muffled distress, her fingers digging into the bed sheets. Then the walls of her bowels began to contract around me, creating an unrelenting wave of exquisite torment.

I paused for a moment, watching the sensations wash over her lovely face as she fought to relax her tight little hole, which gripped me as if trying to squeeze me off. At last, I began to ram into her bowels, the sound of my cock slapping against the moist walls filling the room.

"Oh fuck... you're stretching me... you're breaking me open!"

she wailed,

I didn't stop.

Harder and harder I drove into her ass, my balls slapping in a frenzy against her perineum as I stared at the sensual way her lovely breasts swung with each frantic movement, the peaks of her pink nipples tightening like hardened berries.

I leaned around her supple body and grabbed her lovely, round breasts, pulling them against me so that each stroke of my hips sent a jolt of pure sensuality through our entwined bodies.

"You're my sister... my beautiful, forbidden sister,"

I groaned.

'Yes! Fuck your sister! Make me yours.'

Until I couldn't breathe any longer, I felt pleasure build deep within me like a raging fire that threatened to consume me totally.

A huge wave of sensations erupted through me as I pushed in one last powerful thrust to the hilt and I exploded. I felt my cock squirt powerful jets of semen up her rectum, each wonderful jet sending waves of pleasure through my spine.

I collapsed sideways onto her, my chest heaving in great rhythm as our sweat-drenched bodies clung tightly together.

Pooja lay motionless beneath me for a while, her breath coming in short gasping sizzles. Then she wriggled out from underneath me, reaching back to free the cum that had dribbled out of her ass with an eager finger.

Licking her juices-clean finger, she stared into my eyes, her lips a delicious mixture of fear and satisfaction.

'See you, sister,' she said, kissing my forehead and winking at me.

She stood up, the dark slip flowing smoothly back into place around her hips as she walked away to the door, turning to give me a languid smile as she did so.

I lay in the dark as the scent of sweat and sandalwood drifted around the room. My heart still raced with the remnants of passion and guilt.

The guilt was a nice spice, it made my pleasure so much sweeter. The first morning broke glorious, as usual.

The sun was bright and warm when I woke up, casting golden rays through the big windows in my room. I hurried to get dressed, eager to embrace the day. The kitchen was fragrant with the smell of freshly brewed ginger tea and hot sandwiches on the table.

My parents already sat at the table, their presence a familiar comfort. Pooja stood by the kitchen counter getting ready as she wore a simple yellow salwar kameez, the cute girl I had grown up with.

'Good morning, sleepyhead,' Pooja chirped, handing me a mug of tea.

Her voice was light, almost floating as the bright smile greeted me - not a trace of the feral seductress of the night, except those knowing, dancing eyes which locked into mine.

'Morning,' I mumbled, taking a sip of the tea from the mug.

Father looked at me, a look of complete bliss etched on his face, 'I can't describe it. It's almost as if the world has been pieced back together.

We feel, reunited after such a tragedy. It is a miracle.'

Mother simply said as she wiped her tears, 'We are so lucky to have you, Aryan!'

You have given us back our daughter,' she said.

Pooja smiled at me, a sweet, sisterly smile before she went closer and rested her head on my shoulder.

' Thanks for taking good care of training me, Aryan,' she said, so softly that I was the only one who could hear.

I smiled, whispering the same words back to her as my secret. We sat back as a family, in the centre of one of the brightest cities known to humankind, surrounded by opulence and prosperity, Pooja lying on my shoulder, and I never felt so rich. I had a sister who I could never have imagined.

As the hours of the morning passed by, I realized something important that my life had turned around. The guilt that hung within me vanished as my happiness grew.

She was truly my sister.

In three years, I felt that the place was complete without Pooja. Now, it wasn't.