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"Oh... it's you," Mikoto said, waving the clone inside her dorm room quickly before anyone noticed. "Geez... I finally have a night free from Kuroko, and here you are."

"'I am sorry,' Misaka says contritely'", the clone responded in her convoluted third person verse, "'However, there is a an issue that we wish your assistance with,' Misaka replies with seriousness." she said, her detached eyes scanning Mikoto carefully.

"Huh... and what is it the Sisters need from me?" Mikoto asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"'We need....'" Misaka started, and then stopped, her cheeks reddening slightly. "'We wanted to talk to Mikoto about... things.' Misaka continues evasively."

"Things?"

"'Affirmative," the clone replies. 'Things.' Is all Misaka says."

"Just things?"

"'Things and.... stuff.' Misaka elaborates."

"Things and stu.... are you drunk?"

"'Negative,' Misaka denies firmly," the clone said, with an emphatic head shake. "'And even if Misaka were impaired, the loss of individual function would be buttressed by the other terminals,' Misaka replies frankly."

"So what is it you're taking up my time with?" Mikoto spat, exasperated.

"'The sisters were wondering...'" Misaka replied haltingly, her eyes darting back and forth. Mikoto could feel the ELF band warping around the room, she was sure that whatever Misaka was saying was being carefully weighed by all of the remaining Sisters via their Flawed Electric skill. "'If Mikoto would be willing to... help the Sisters understand a certain process.' Misaka finishes tactfully."

"What process?" Mikoto said crossing her arms, "Just spit it out."

"It is the processes of... sex...' Misaka finishes weakly." the clone replied.

Mikoto's surprise was pretty evident on her face. "What... don't you know what sex is? Wasn't there some basic biology in whatever education you got?"

"'It's not so much the physical concept of sex,' Misaka clarifies," the clone said, pacing the room now, seeming increasingly agitated by the conversation. "The Sisters understand gender, and the mechanics of sex.' Misaka explains, slowly. 'However, we lack experience in the states and effects of arousal and um... stuff?' Misaka finishes meekly."

Mikoto eyed the clone carefully... she could see the blush on her face. She didn't know they were capable of shame; they definitely were developing more thanks to.... Mikoto's brow furrowed sharply, and she cut that thought off cold.

"What, you mean like getting horny?"

"'If 'horny' is a slang term for a state of arousal,' Misaka queries 'Then yes.'"

"Pfft..." Mikoto snorted, getting up and walking to her desk. "If that's all it is," she said, taking a drink from her soda, "Why don't you all just huddle in a room and do it."

"'We have,' Misaka responds," the clone said, prompting a spit take from Mikoto who stared at the clone. "'Individually, and in pairs, triples, and other permutations.' Misaka finishes."

"You mean you... You all..."

"'Not all,' Misaka clarifies," the cloned girl continued, "'Our largest group attempt was only one-hundred and twenty nine sisters, but that was the maximum occupancy the proprietor would let into the suite,' Misaka states."

Shocked, Mikoto sat her drink down and slumped backward into her chair. "One-hund.. wait, if you've done all that, what don't you understand about.... y'know..."

"'We are unsure,' Misaka replies," the other girl said, shrugging. "'We understand the principles of erogenous zones; of sensual physical contact;, oral, anal, and vaginal stimulation; the use of props; oversize novelty vibrating..."

"I get it!" Mikoto interrupted, blushing brightly, "I mean, if you've done all that... what's missing."

"'We seem to be unable to... finish,' Misaka replies ruefully." the clone said, frowning.

"Finish? What do you mean fin..." slowly, the idea dawned on Mikoto, "Wait, you mean you can't come?"

"'Come?'," the other brunette said, "'You mean reach orgasm?' Is what Misaka asks," she continued, staring down at the floor, tapping her feet together. She seemed genuinely sad as she continued. "'No, none of us have managed yet to achieve orgasm,' is what Misaka tells you."

Mikoto was at a loss. "Um... I mean, I don't know that much about your bodies... are you even physically able?"

"Oh yes,' Misaka responds," the clone said, nodding, "We have spoken to the doctors and they state that we are one-hundred percent nominal human bio-forms, and should be able to participate in all human activities, including sexual activity,' is how Misaka replies."

"Well... what's the problem? Do you have any idea?"

Misaka shook her head. "'Neither we nor the doctors are sure,' is what Misaka tells you. 'The doctors have theorized that it is our Flawed Electric that prevents us from reaching orgasm together.' Is how Misaka finishes."

"What, your hive-mind thing?"

"'Yes. It seems that our shared conscious bombards our minds with so much information and analytical data that we cannot maintain a frame of mind conducive to sexual gratification,' is what Misaka seems to think too," the clone said, frowning. "'The Sisters have further theorized that contact with a non-Sister might be enough to help us achieve our gratification,' Is what Misaka also concludes."

"If that's all it is, why are you here?" Mikoto said. "I mean, why don't you just find someone and just... try it out?"

"'Some Sisters attempted to broach non-Sisters for experimentation sake, however we seem to have a flaw... spontaneous discharge during heightened sexual states,' Misaka declares."

"Heh... what, you guys wet yourselves?" Mikoto snickered.

"'Not that kind of discharge,' Misaka corrects vehemently," the clone girl said, crossing her arms and frowning.

"Oh..." Mikoto said, "Oh, that... how bad is it?"

"'Most subjects suffered second degree burns,' Is how Misaka replies sadly."

Mikoto winced mentally, but she tried to keep her face impassive. She didn't want to insult Misaka or the other Sisters. "Well, I mean, what do you want my help with?" Mikoto said, sitting down opposite her twin. "I mean, I'd love to train you to control yourselves, but I didn't quite manage to keep myself fully under control when I ... err, in that situation till I was a level 4. And that was with more years of previous training with my power than you have existed..."

Misaka shook her head. "We weren't interested in training, We doubt we could learn the control to keep this potential in check,' Is how Misaka responds," The clone said, looking at Mikoto, "Instead, we were hoping Mikoto would be our... helper,' Misaka slowly replies."

"What, like be in the room with you, divert the shock from the other guy? No way," Mikoto said, shaking her head, "I'm not gonna sit there and watch while some strange guy does you."

"'Who said it had to be a 'stranger',' Is how Misaka queries."

Mikoto did a double-take, staring at Misaka. She was sure Misaka had just made a joke at her expense, but the clone's poker-face was impressive as she met her gaze.

"'And, moreover,'" Misaka continued, '"We weren't interested in that... we were asking if Mikoto would be... our... our partner.' is what Misaka finally asks."

"I just said..." Mikoto started to say, when she took a good close look at Misaka, who blushed brightly and turned away. "You mean... What the hell!" Misaka said standing up. "First Kuroko and now you guys! Who the hell painted the dyke bullseye on my back?!"

Mikoto turned sharply pacing the room, her footfalls heavy, angry. "I mean, why ME of all people!" She said, rounding on Misaka.

"Because. You are a level 5 electrokinetic and able to safely divert our discharges. Plus, you are uniquely qualified to understand out physiology and problems,' Is how Misaka carefully responds."

Mikoto snorted. "You're telling me there isn't anyone else in academy city that can?"

"'Oh no,'" the clone replied, still staring down, "'There are no less than four-hundred and seventeen individuals known to the Sisters that could meet our theoretical needs,' is what Misaka reveals."

"Four hund-"

"'Yes. Electrokinetics of at least 3rd level, Telekinetics of 4th level, Galvanokinetics of 3rd level, Espers of varying power levels with... unique talents,' is what Misaka explains," the clone covered at length. Mikoto's eyebrow twitches at that last mention, but she doesn't interrupt.

"And what, they're all busy?"

"'We came to Mikoto first,' is what Misaka says," the clone replies, nervously fidgeting with her hands.

"Why, though?" Mikoto asks, walking over to her near twin, bending down to try and get her to look her in the eyes. "I mean, why would you come to me for this instead of anyone else?"

"'Because we... we trust Mikoto. More than doctors, or other psychics, or friends, or scientists, or anyone else." the clone said, meeting Mikoto's gaze. "We all trust Mikoto,' Is how we all respond."

Mikoto just stared at her clone for the first time in a long time... she might share the same face, but she was no mirror. Fear, shame, frustration, and despair in quantities that Mikoto had never known painted a different mien, and Mikoto wasn't able to say no.

"...fine," she sighed softly laying her forehead in the palm of her had. "FINE!" she nearly shouted, startling the clone as she stood and walking to the shades, drawing them down and dimming the room. "But JUST THIS ONCE!" she stated emphatically jabbing her hand the clone before turning back to the curtains. "This is an experiment, alright... If it turns out I can make you... I mean that you guys can.. you know, then I'm done, ok?" She said, crossing her arms. "The rest is YOUR problem, alright," she said, turning around.

Mikoto was shocked to see Misaka has stripped while her back was turned, she was wearing only a floral print pair of panties and her socks. Mikoto stepped back, thumping her head against the window behind her as Misaka approached.

"'Considering our experience in this arena compared to you,'" she said with a surprisingly impish grin, "'We thought we should take the initiative,' is what Misaka tell you." Despite her word, Mikoto was a little scared. She didn't know what to think of her clone's aggression. Her breathing got shallow, and she licked her lips unconsciously as she looked over Misaka's body... it wasn't the same as looking at her reflection in the bathroom after a shower, even if it was the same body.

It was a young girl's body, and it embarrassed Mikoto to see it being used so sexually. Her breasts were... they were big enough damn it! Her nipples were fine and pink, the crinkled ring around them barely darker than the pale skin. Her arms and legs were both taut, athletic without being overtly muscular. Mikoto licked her lips again, her heart fluttering, as Misaka finished her slow walk up to the cornered girl. "'Did you like what you see, Big Sister,' Is what Misaka want's to know."

"What? D-Don't be silly," Mikoto said, blushing, "It's my body too... I've seen it naked before."

"'Is that so,' Misaka wonders aloud. 'Then again,'" The clone said, leaning close, pressing herself flush with Mikoto who gasped, holding he breath, "'I bet you've never seen your body do this.' Misaka guesses." She said, taking Mikoto's head in her hands and leaning for a kiss.

Mikoto's eyes flared wide, but she didn't fight back. She didn't even move, really, numbed by the whole bizarre turn of events. Feelings and emotions ran wild through her mind, and she was honestly afraid. She hadn't expected things to move so quickly, or for her duplicate to be so forward. This wasn't like the few times she'd indulged herself alone...

"S- Stop!" She said, grabbing Misaka by the shoulders and pushing her back. "Stop a minute..."

"'Did I do something wrong,'" Is what Misaka wants to know." The clone said, tilting her head quizzically to the side.

"Yes! I mean, no! I mean..." Mikoto grasped for words, flustered.

"'Was my kiss inadequate?' Misaka wants to know."

"No!" Mikoto said, shaking the girl slightly before squeeking and taking her hands down. "I mean.. I've never... It just... startled me."

"'Then would Mikoto like it if we went slower,' Misaka asks gently." She said, laying her hand on Mikoto's cheek. Mikoto nodded silently, secretly furious at her meek behaviour... but she was still thrown for a loop by Misaka's confessions.

Her clone was slower this time, gently caressing her face as she stepped in close, her body not quite touching Mikoto's. The girl opened her eyes to see her clone watching her intently, her eyes were dim, but not cold, and she could could feel Misaka's warm intent. Mikoto slowly started to relax, the tension in her shoulders easing.

Misaka leaned in again for another kiss. Mikoto didn't pull away, but she was still frozen at first. Misaka waited, her lips a few breaths away from Mikoto's, watching her intently. Slowly, after a few false starts, Mikoto leaned into the kiss, her lips parting slightly as she did.

Their second kiss was softer, and Misaka was careful not to rush it. She let their lips brush gently at first, before they kiss became more passionate. She guided her Older Sister carefully, not trying to push her, just correcting her carefully with pliant lips and little gasps. When Mikoto's tongue started to experimentally tease her lips, she met it in fashion, slowly twining hers around it, shepherding her into her first french kiss.

Soft fingers slowly began to open Mikoto's blouse, exposing her childish bra, making her blush in embarrassment. Misaka said nothing, but made Mikoto hiss softly as she started to caress her breasts through the thin cotton.

Slowly, Misaka was becoming more aggressive, her kiss was deepening, pushing Mikoto on the defensive. She pinched Mikoto's nipples between her fingers making her moan softly as she rolled them gently through her bra.

In the back of her head, though, Mikoto felt something tingle. She realized it was the carrier signal for the Sisters Flawed electric, and it was going full strength. Taking a close look at Misaka, she could see her forehead pinched in concentration as she was rapidly relaying information back and forth... and suddenly Mikoto felt very self conscious at having ten thousand voyeurs watching her every move. She stepped away from her clone, walking over to the bed, panting slightly, her face beet red.

"'What's the mater?' Misaka want to know." Her clone said, approaching to put a hand on her shoulder which Mikoto shrugged off.

"I'm sorry... it just got a little weird there. I could feel you all talking about me... It was... weird," she repeated, shuddering slightly.

"'We're sorry,'" the clone said, contritely, "'But we needed to calculate the odds to trip the Tsundere Flag.' Is what Misaka tells you plainly."

Mikoto's eyebrow twitched accompanied a deadly sharp crackle of electricity. "The WHAT?"

"'The Tsundere Flag.'" The Clone said matter of factly, "'Before we approached you we had to research seduction techniques for young girls. We each played a route on a different Visual Novel simultaneously, and calculated your personality type as TsunDere,' Is what Misaka explains proudly. 'We calculated the odds of success of seduction routes and methodologies and now we're here. Since we've flipped your switch to Deredere, we can proceed straight to the Event CG.' Is what Misaka expects," the clone said, pressing her fingertips to the mattress and bouncing them suggestively.

"You... You mean you..." Mikoto muttered under her breath, as electricity crackled around her warningly. "You mean this was all the plot of a game to you?!" She shouted, rounding on her still impassive clone.

"'Question... are you angry we used the games as research for our seduction, or angry that it worked.' Is what Misaka queries."

Mikoto's face flared red in anger and arcs of electricity roiled off of her in waves like fog, causing the whole dormitory's lights to flicker. "You little..."

"'Hmm... I think we've tripped a Bad End flag,' Misaka shares with the Sisters." the clone said half to herself as Mikoto felt the familiar signal of their Flawed Electric.

"Oh no you don't!," Mikoto said furiously. "That's gotten you in enough trouble as it is...I think it's time to pull that plug." With a crackle of low-amp electricity from her fingers, the room began to hum softly with power, and, like a television who's plug is pulled, Misaka's connection to the Sisters was cut.

For first time she heard the others call out in unison "Good morning, Our Little Sister," on the day she woke up, she was alone in her head.

And she was terrified.

Flailing wildly, Misaka stumbled backward onto her butt on the floor, her eyes wide as saucers as she struggled to regain connection. She could feel them just out of reach, like hazy faces seen through frosted glass. She knew they could feel her too, but there was nothing but static between them.

"'How... how...'" Misaka stammers blankly, unable to form a complete sentence.

Mikoto smirked, "The perils of an Electrokinetic," she said, gesturing around the room, "Sandwiched between the walls is a particularly heavy duty Faraday Cage to screen out any harmful emissions," She explained as Misaka huddled up on the floor. "With a little *nudge* it's even strong enough to shut you out from the rest of the Sisters." Something in the back of her head had snapped. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she was damned if these cheap knockoffs were going to push her around.

"'Pl... Please,' Misaka begs. 'Let me talk to them again!'"

"After," Misaka says, her arms crossed as she looks down at her clone.

"'After...' Misaka wonders, carefully."

Mikoto snorted. "You were the one who wanted to know if it was your groupmind that was keeping you from enjoying yourself... here's your chance." she said. "Now get on your knees."

Trembling, Misaka complied, sitting up on her knees, just at eye level with Mikoto's waist, looking up at her fearfully. Mikoto felt a knot rise in her throat, but she swallowed it. She didn't want to terrorize the poor girl, but she needed to keep her distracted so she wouldn't feel the loss of their network so much. She also didn't want to waste this opportunity for the clone because she knew there was no way in hell she was going through this again. As it was she didn't know if she was going to be able to follow through all the way, but she wanted to at least try.

"Take off my skirt." She said, trying to keep on a stern face.

Misaka's hands trembled as she reached up, undoing the uniform skirt and letting it slid down, leaving Misaka in her shorts.

"N-now the shorts," Mikoto said, stammering a little. Misaka looked up at her, and her lips quirked just faintly, but she did as Mikoto asked, unbuttoning the shorts and lowering the zipper.

A thought struck Mikoto just then... she was about to expose herself to another person. Even worse, she was going to expose her underwear.

"I. I changed my mind," She declared, trying to pull away. "You go sit in the corner, and I'll take these off myself."

"'Are you sure.' Misaka asks sweetly. 'I don't mind helping at all.' Misaka finishes with a smirk.' the clone said infuriatingly.

"Ah.. no," Mikoto said, grabbing the top of her shorts, fighting with her clone to keep the shorts on. "Let go of me or else..." Mikoto threatened.

"'Or else what?' Misaka wonders out loud, still trying to wrestle Mikoto's shorts down. The two continued to struggle until, her feet tangled in skirt, Mikoto did a slow comedy pirouette, landing on her face with her butt in the air and both her skirt and her shorts wrapped around her ankles.

"Don't look," Mikoto wailed, blushing furiously as the happy-faced green frog on her panties seemed to hop merrily in place, her bottom wriggling in response to the vain flailing of her legs to free them from her clothes.

"'But it's really cute. It suits you' Is what Misaka honestly thinks." The clone said, her lips quirking into a faint half-smile.

"Oh what would you know," Mikoto mutters, rolling over and pulling her legs free from her skirt and shorts. Now in just her underwear, with her uniform blouse unbuttoned, she looked over at Misaka.

"'It does not seem this experiment is a success,' Misaka states flatly." The clone sighed shaking her head.

Her sad face tugged at Mikoto's heartstrings, and she made up her mind. Her clone wasn't going anywhere until she found a way to help.

"Wait," Mikoto said as the clone started to stand. She hesitated, unsure what to say next. "Um... First let me... try something."

Misaka shrugged and sat on the bed as Mikoto sat beside her, still blushing madly. She reached out, her hand a little jerky, and tried to stroke Misaka's breast. Instead, she simply grabbed it, rather roughly, making Misaka grunt and Mikoto pulled her hand back sharply. "I've never done this before," Misaka said lamely, "Sorry."

"'Don't you know what sorts of things feel good on your body?' Misaka asks"

"Well, excuse me but I've never done it from this side before." Mikoto grumbled. Slowly, though, she started to have an idea.

Mikoto closed her eyes, concentrating on Misaka's bioelectric signature, the same technique the Clones used to track Accelerator. With the power of a Level 5 at her disposal, however, she was able to use it in a new way.

Opening her eyes, she could see it clearly, the network of nerves running like midnight highways up and down Misaka's body. Clusters of them centered around the most sensitive areas on her body leaving her breasts and the arch at the peak of her legs clouded in a haze of blue electronic light.

Mikoto watched in fascination as she reached for Misaka again, the nerves surging as her body tensed in anticipation of her touch. She moved her hand to the right, stroking her softly just to the side, and the flare of electrical signals sent spiraling wildly from her touch were echoed with a soft hitch in Misaka's breath as she slowly began to caress her clone.

Mikoto could see the electrical signals flare outward from her breast as she stroked them gently, long arcing signals jolting free when she pinched the nipples, making Misaka moan softly. Misaka was meticulous, stroking at just the right pressure at her most sensitive spots, gently touching her where the bundles of nerves were the most active, sending a thousand fluttering sensations spreading across Misaka's skin as her respiration quickened.

Misaka's breath caught in her throat as she whispered "'I want you to stroke me down there,' Misaka whimpers to you," she said as she pulled her panties off.

Mikoto swallowed, there was no more going back. Slowly, she let her hand slide down across Misaka's belly into the V of her sex. Misaka opened her legs slightly, exposing her bald slit to Mikoto.

Mikoto squinted, slowly starting to make out the complex network of nerves spiderwebbing across her sex. She took advantage of it, caressing her at the peak of her mons, her fingers working in delicate circles where bundles of nerves crossed, never actually touching her most delicate areas.

Misaka slid deeper and deeper into pleasure, further than she'd ever managed to get with the Sisters. Without the dull background hum of their collective, she reveled in the pleasure. It echoed in her mind, rattling the cage walls she hedged herself in with to keep some sense of self in the face of the overbearing majority that was the Flawed Electric. Leaning back on the bed, she spread her legs wider, biting her lip as Mikoto continued to explore her body.

Mikoto was awestruck at the thunderstorm of activity that swirled around the nub at the peak of her sex, the spiral of fluttering nerves sending an unending stream of information. Very carefully, she spread Misaka open, revealing the her clitoris. Holding the lips of her sex apart with her outer fingers, she gently flicked her middle finger across the sensitive bud, a wild moan and a flurry of new nerves flaring to life were her reward.

Mikoto continued to gently caress Misaka's hooded peak, the clone girl biting her thumb to keep silent as she trashed on the bed under Mikoto's deft touch. Mikoto turned around, leaning over Misaka as she began to slid her fingers up and down the clone's slit, slicking her fingers with juice.

Misaka stared at Mikoto, not bothering to exchange words. She simply nodded and Mikoto slowly inserted her middle two fingers into Misaka who arched her back, groaning. A thousand spears of lighting flickering across her body to Mikoto's eyes as she watched Misaka's face wreathed in pleasure.

Slowly, she slid her fingers from Misaka's canal, making sure to stroke her where the tightest bundles of nerves spiraled at the surface of her skin, before sliding her fingers deeper inside, making Misaka squirm.

Mikoto watched Misaka's face, faint tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she increased the pace of her assault on the clone's vagina. She smiled, watching Misaka's head thrash each time she flicked the sensitive bead of her clit as she continued to finger the clone's delicate folds.

Panting now, Misaka grabbed Mikoto's arm as electric energy began to flicker up and down her body, unbidden static drawn out by her nearing orgasm. Mikoto gasped as these electric charges began to spear through her, bringing with them snippets of sensation, the pleasure arcing between the two girls in lancets of erotic lightning.

Mikoto gasped as the sympathetic discharge filled her, her own sex flooding at the swirl of sensation. She lowered her hand to her folds, boldly fingering herself as she continued pleasuring Misaka, who threw her head back and moaned aloud now, not giving pretense of hiding her pleasure.

The two groaned in unison as the swirl of electricity arced back and forth between them, a helix of shared pleasure. "'Misaka is... Misaka is coming,' Misaka shouts" The clone narrated as she clamped down on Mikoto's hand, shuddering through her first climax. Electric impulses flood wildly up Mikoto's arm, and she opens her mouth to shout, but no sound comes out, paralyzed by the flood of pleasure. Her fingers jerk spastically in her own sex as she comes as well, both girls flooding the bed with their shared torrents as they collapse into a heap.

Slick with sweat, her hand uncramping as she pulled it free from its tight confinement, Mikoto sits up watching Misaka with a smile. "Well?"

"'Wow,' Is all Misaka can think." The clone pants as she turns to look at Mikoto.

"This made me realize," Mikoto said with uncharacteristic seriousness, "My true feelings."

Misaka nodded, "'And I as well,' Misaka agrees solemnly."

"I love Kuroko!" they both shouted at the tops of their voices. "We only have to find her to consummate our true romance!"

... "and so they both hunted down the beautiful, charming, powerful teleportation specialist and made tender love to her for the rest of her life. The. End." Kuroko muttered to herself as she finished scribbling the last of the story into the diary in front of her, perfectly mimicking Mikoto's jerky, boyish script.

"Ah.... Ah, Big Sister Mikoto.... If only you knew..." She whispered to herself, her hand buried deep in her panties as she pressed her face into Mikoto's stolen diary, smudging the entry she'd just added as she inhaled her room-mate's scent.

"Hey, Kuroko, have you seen my..." Mikoto started, trailing off as she found Kuroko sitting in nothing but her underwear, masturbating.

In her bed.

With her frog panties on her head.

"KU..... RO..... KO....." Misaka growled, each syllable punctuated by an increasingly powerful surge of electricity.

"I can explain Big Sister Mikoto.... No wait... Wait!!"

* * *

Meanwhile on the other side of Academy city....

"... and there, done. Thirty pages of work finally finished," Touma said, stretching. "Now to save and print," he said, reaching for the mouse. A bright column of light streaked skyward from the direction of Tokiwadai Middle school as the lights flickered and died, leaving him alone in a pitch black room.

The dull smack of Touma's forehead hitting the keyboard in front of him echoed in the empty night air.

"What did I do to deserve this misfortune."