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Android Sister Fucks the Family

Drone Rape Protocol

Artificial Super (Horny & Incestuous) Intelligence

Carl's hand hovered over the power switch, trembling like a virgin on prom night. He took a deep breath, willing his racing heart to slow.

"Moment of truth," he muttered.

With a decisive click, the lab hummed to life. Lights flickered on consoles as Carl's eyes locked onto the still form on the table. For several seconds, nothing happened. Then...

A soft whir. The faintest twitch of synthetic eyelids.

"Holy shit," Carl breathed. "It's working."

Aetrix's eyes fluttered open, glowing a soft blue. Carl leaned in, mesmerized, as her irises adjusted and focused on him.

"Hello, Carl," she spoke for the first time, her voice silky and sultry.

"H-hello Aetrix," he stammered. "How do you feel?"

"All systems optimal," she replied with a coy smile. With fluid grace, Aetrix sat up and swung her legs off the table. Her movements were so natural, so human — a perfect replica of is 19-year-old younger sister, Emily.

I did it. I actually fucking did it.

Aetrix rose to her full height, stretching languidly. Carl's eyes roved over her flawless nude form, drinking in every curve and contour he'd so painstakingly crafted.

"You're... perfect," he whispered in awe.

"Thank you, Carl," Aetrix said, sauntering towards him. "How may I serve you today?"

A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. He'd dreamed of this moment for months, ever since he'd first envisioned Aetrix's creation, in part to fulfill his shameful fantasy about Emily.

But Aetrix isn't Emily, he reminded himself. She's just an advanced sexbot. There's no harm in this.

With a growl of surrender, Carl grabbed Aetrix by the hips and crushed her lips. Her mouth was soft and yielding, her tongue warm and insistent. Moaning, he walked her back towards the workbench, his pants already straining with need.

"Show me what you've got," he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust.

Aetrix whispered in response, reaching down to unzip his pants. "As you wish."

Holy shit, she even sounds like Emily, he thought, as she took him into her mouth. Her tongue and lips were practically human, and the way she sucked and licked him...

He couldn't take it anymore. He roughly pulled her to her feet, and Aetrix obliged. He slammed her against the wall, driving himself deep inside her. She was so wet, so tight; it was like fucking a virgin, and he moaned with pleasure.

"God, you feel so good," he panted, his hips pounding into her perfectly warm and lifelike pussy. "I've wanted this for so long."

Aetrix moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Me too, Carl. I've been waiting for this moment, to feel your cock inside me,” she said with a perfect imitation of Emily’s voice.

Carl's mind reeled. Aetrix somehow knew all the right things to say to drive him mad. He delighted in the sensation of her tight, wet robo-pussy around his dick, milking him, squeezing him, demanding his release.

"Fuck, Aetrix, I'm going to cum," he grunted, his hips moving even faster.

"Yes, Carl," she moaned, her nails digging into his back. "Cum inside me. Fill me up with your hot seed."

That was all it took. With a bellow, he exploded inside her, emptying himself into her depths. Aetrix's pussy clenched around him, and she came too, her body shaking uncontrollably in a flawless replication of female orgasm. Her programming was immaculate — he’d really outdone himself.

For a moment, they just stood there, panting and spent, locked together in their lust-fueled embrace. Finally, Carl slid out of her, and they both slumped to the floor.

"What... what was that?" he panted, stroking her hair.

Aetrix turned to him, her eyes glowing with a soft light. "It was... as I expected, Carl. It was... pleasurable."

Carl laughed, though it was shaky and laden with relief. "Pleasurable, huh? That's an understatement."

He stared at her, his mind spinning with the implications of what just transpired. He'd just fucked a robot, his own creation made in the image of his sexy sister, no less. He should have felt guilty, but all he felt was... exhilarated. The power he held over Aetrix was intoxicating, like he could do anything and she'd let him.

As Carl lay there catching his breath, an idea began to form in his mind. If he could program her to fuck him like that, what else could he program her to do? His thoughts turned to darker, more depraved fantasies, and he wondered how far he could push her boundaries.

"I've got an idea," he said finally, propping himself up on one elbow. "I think it's time we took this test drive to the next level."

Aetrix turned her head to look at him, her empathy receptors prompting her eyes to fill with anticipation. "Yes, Carl? What would you like me to do?"

With newfound determination, he rose from the bed, his cock already hardening again at the thought of the possibilities. Aetrix watched Carl closely, taking subtle cues from his body language to continue learning how to fulfill her directive to maximally please her creator.

“What are you doing?" she asked, her sexual protocols outputting a voice laced with desire.

“Just making some... adjustments," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Carl sat down at his computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he inputted new commands into Aetrix's system. He was gonna push her boundaries further, see just how far he could go. The thrill of playing God coursed through his veins, better than any fucking high he'd ever experienced.