DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR, part 6 (Patreon)

“You…” Katja’s fingers tightened around the detergent bottle, the plastic creaking slightly in her grip. For a moment, she could say no more, but when she finally managed to utter a word, her voice sounded somehow broken. “Are you following me? Stalking me?”

“It is youwho stalks me,” Tanja replied, her own voice dry with undeniable nervousness. “I’m sure you’ve been planning to ambush me down here all alone for quite some time.”

“I left home first, so stop talking shit,” Katja growled back. “It obvious that you heard me and ran out to meet me here.”

“More like you were spying on me, sticking your ear to my wall or something, and you knew I was getting ready to do laundry,” Tanja said. “Makes sense for a real obsessive freak like you.”

“Obsessive freak, me?” Katja put the detergent down on the washing machine, and took a step forward. “Listen to me well, girl: you couldn’t even sleep a wink thinking about me, about what happened before, and that’s why you were awake and very attentive to where I was going. So you’re the fucking obsessive freak here.”

“Please, leave me out of your paranoid games,” the other blonde spat with contempt. “I came to do laundry, not to exchange words with a troublemaker.”

“You are the troublemaker…” Katja said, but her voice and heart stopped as she saw Tanja starting to walk ahead. She heard a soft jingling, and noticed that Tanja was wearing a black silver bracelet on her right wrist. Her whole body tensed, the memory of the catfight hours before bristling all over her lightly sweating skin.

Tanja, however, didn’t jump on her, as she thought…and wished. Her new neighbor merely positioned herself at the washing machine next to her and began to put the laundry into its drum. Katja was a bit thrown off by the unexpected turn of events, by the undesirable anticlimax, the renewal of violence between the two young punk rockers settling into an unfulfilled promise because Tanja was doing exactly what was supposed to be done in a laundry room.

Reluctantly, and with her senses alert, Katja continued to do her own laundry. Surrounded by a tense silence that not even the storm outside could break, nor the flashes of lightning distract, the two beautiful girls acted as if nothing was happening, as if that situation was the most normal in the world. But it wasn’t: unable to control herself, Katja kept looking at Tanja out of the corner of her eye over and over again. The first thing that made her angry was the outfit the other blonde clone dared to wear: a pair of blue cotton shorts and a tight-fitting white crop top.

How dare she? she thought infuriatingly as she saw that they were both dressed almost identically, with only the color of the shorts changing. Just as hours before they had both matched in similar T-shirts and leather pants, now they mirrored each other in their next outfit. Katja couldn’t help but think that, even if neither of them knew they were going to cross each other’s path at that ungodly hour, they had both unconsciously anticipated that possibility by making sure to move into a shorter, tighter attire.

Consciously or not, the opponents’ tactic had worked, as all the questions they might have had about the other body were now a little closer to having an answer. Katja couldn’t help but stare at Tanja’s fastidiously body-hugging top and shorts, and the generous curves they contained, and end up furiously admitting how hot the other blond was. However, it was clear that the opportunity for a closer comparison was also being seized by Tanja, and Katja didn’t hesitate to accept her sidelong glances by accentuating each of her curves with subtle movements.

Katja soon realized that Tanja’s boobs were, to her distress, larger than she had guessed, but she still held out hope that she was the bigger-breasted of the two blondes. At first, she sought solace in the fact that her own bra-less bosoms were able to stand at the same height as Tanja’s bra-covered bust, which could only mean that she, at least, had the advantage of having the firmer chest of them. But her arrogance was sapped as soon as the other blonde shifted her weight from one leg to the other slightly, causing her generous breasts to sway gently in a way they would never have done under the restraint of a bra. Like her own pair, Tanja’s female virtues needed no more support to stand upright on her torso than her own plentiful natural firmness.

You dirty, haughty… she mentally spat, not wanting to finish the thought as if that was a sign of weakness. As a retort, she lightly shook her own boobs, delighting in the hesitant twitching of Tanja’s twin blue eyes.

The comparison didn’t stop at their supposedly identical twin breasts, however, for the more she saw of the other body, the hungrier Katja felt. Her gaze lowered to measure Tanja’s bare stomach for the first time. In the firm, flat space between her white top and blue shorts, a shiny piercing in the shape of a small snake decorated the other punk-rocker’s seductive navel, its silver and blue sparkles glinting in the lightning light outside. Katja cursed not to have put her own snake-piercing in her belly button to counter her foe, but when she looked down, to her surprise that piercing was shining in the center of her smooth and fit abdomen, its silver and green tones competing with the gleam of Tanja’s piercing. She really didn’t remember putting it on, but it was clear that some deep instinct had made her unconsciously prepare for a female encounter that only her subconscious had anticipated. Once she got over the surprise, Katja noticed that there was not an ounce of fat on Tanja’s abdomen, just as there was not on her own. Already in the short catfight with her, she had noticed that the new neighbor was in good shape, and the glimpse of her belly confirmed it immediately.

Katja also didn’t appreciate the realization that that cheap copycat paired her too if she compared the sinuous, arching curves that shaped her waist and hips with Tanja’s, or if she looked at the newcomer’s bare legs, her lower limbs obviously displaying as long and strong as her own. Katja had always had strong thighs, full of feminine energy but, at her side, Tanja exhibited an identical power. The rest of her legs looked toned, with a beautiful length that ended in house slippers, and Tanja’s left ankle was adorned with a simple silver anklet bracelet. With the excuse of grabbing the fabric softener, Katja took a step back to get a good look at Tanja’s ass, and she had to grudgingly admit that it still seemed just as round and firm as when she had gotten a nice glimpse of it when it was covered in tight leather hours earlier.

The storm was intensifying outside and raindrops were hitting the basement windows with a chaotic rhythm as the nearby thunders now merged with Katja’s heartbeat, creating a symphony of tension inside her. A sudden lightning flash illuminated the whole laundry room, casting stark shadows that danced across Tanja’s cloned figure—it was as if the universe conspired to amplify the charged atmosphere between the two women. Katja, caught in a silent struggle, felt the weight of unspoken words and unresolved conflicts pressing upon her. That was by far the most stressful situation of her life, even more so than the earlier body-to-body clash and all that it had involved, as looking at the incredible figure of her look-alike nemesis and not being able to go any further was slowly killing her. Somehow, the other punk rocker looked sexier than before, but also more physically identical to her—something she thought would be impossible.

“You really like accessories, huh?” The soft but tense voice of the other blonde felt weird after so many minutes of silence. Katja shook her head, not understanding what Tanja was referring to. She had only put on her belly button piercing—without even being aware of it—while her penthouse neighbor adorned her belly, right hand and left ankle with silver. But, once again, reality hit Katja, disorienting her, because, following Tanja’s gaze, she realized that she also was ornamenting her left wrist with a black silver bracelet and her right ankle with a silver bracelet.

But when the fuck did I… she grumbled inside her head, unable to believe how automatically her body had acted, and how anxious and worried her mind had been with her nemesis to the point that she wouldn’t have noticed any of this.

“As much as you like them,” Katja grunted back in defiance, trying to obviate her absent-mindedness—the unexpected appearance in her life of a woman so similar in looks, attitude and tastes was mentally unbalancing her. “And by the way, just to make things clearer between us,” she added, suddenly feeling the need to conclude the previous conversation. “Remember, you were the one who came to my door before, so you are the troublesome stalker.”

“You were more than ready to go out and look for me,” Tanja replied without wasting a second. “So don’t play innocent here.”

“Just shut up,” Katja mumbled.

“You shut up,” her doppelganger exhaled.

Again, both blondes pretended to ignore each other to continue with the laundry, but in that atmosphere charged with electric tension, neither was able to stop watching and comparing herself to the other. The storm outside increasingly mirrored Katja’s inner tempest, with lightning, heavy rain and thunder somehow graphically showing all the hatred that she felt for Tanja.

“How old are you?” the other blonde asked directly, suddenly a couple of minutes later. The question caught Katja by surprise, but she immediately caught the intent behind the request.

“I’m 30 years old. What about you?” she said. Swallowing, she wished that her rival was no younger than her.

“I’m also 30,” Tanja spoke slowly.

“Month?” Katja asked.

“September, you?” Her rival put the ball back in her court.

“September,” she replied, gritting her teeth a little at the constant coincidences.

“Don’t tell me you were also born on the 17th?” Tanja hissed.

“Shit, yes,” Katja recognized. “Are you going to ask me about the hour my mother gave birth to me too, you obsessive freak? You want to be younger than me anyhow, huh?”

“You haven’t been told before that you’re a big fucking mouth,” her clone enemy snarled. “We’re exactly the same age, but I’m still better than you.”

“Okay, you want to go that way again?” Tanja left her laundry to turn to Katja. “You’re really looking for a lesson and, in the end, I’m going to have to give it to you.”