The Harris twins blue Toyota Corolla smells like vanilla and something else I can't quite place. Maybe anticipation, if that had a scent. I'm crammed in the back seat because Rose called shotgun before I could even process we were leaving campus.
"Your car's fine in the commuter lot," Lilly assures me, catching my eye in the rearview mirror as she navigates through Salem's narrow streets. "We'll drive you back later."
"Yeah, don't worry about it," Rose adds, twisting around to face me. Her smile is electric. "We've got more important things to focus on right now."
My mouth goes dry. I've been in some weird situations before, but nothing comes close to this. Two hours ago, I was just another anonymous face in the crowd to them. Now I'm in their car, heading to their house, with promises hanging in the air that I'm still half-convinced are elaborate hallucinations from my parking lot head injury.
"You're quiet back there," Lilly observes, turning onto a tree-lined street of neat suburban homes. "Having second thoughts?"
"No!" I say, too quickly. "Just... processing."
Rose laughs. "Don't overthink it, Seth. We're into you. You're into us. The rest is just details."
The car pulls into the driveway of a two-story colonial with dark green shutters and a well-maintained lawn. It's nice, the kind of house that says the parents have good jobs but aren't showing off about it.
"Home sweet home," Rose announces, practically bouncing out of the car.
I follow them up the front walk, suddenly hyperaware of every movement of my body. Do I normally walk this awkwardly? Where do I usually put my hands?
The inside of the Harris house is tidy and comfortable, family photos on the walls, a few textbooks scattered on the coffee table, nothing fancy but everything in its place.
"Parents at work?" I ask, trying to sound casual as I follow them upstairs.
"Mom's at the hospital until six," Lilly explains. "She's a surgeon."
"And our other mom is at a conference in Chicago until Thursday," Rose adds. "Business consultant."
'Two moms? How the hell did I not know this?'
We reach the upstairs hallway with its row of closed doors. Rose immediately turns to her sister with a pleading expression.
"Can we do it in your room, Lilly? Please?"
Lilly rolls her eyes. "Because your room's a disaster zone?"
"Yeah," Rose admits without shame. "I don't think Seth is ready to see it yet. There are things in there that might scare him off."
I laugh nervously. "My room's a mess too. It's fine."
"No," Lilly says firmly. "My room is the better choice." She gives her sister a pointed look. "Just don't go squirting all over my mattress."
I nearly swallow my tongue. Did Lilly just casually mention her sister... squirting? I try to process this new information while following them into Lilly's room.
The door clicks shut behind me, and I take a moment to look around. Her bedroom is immaculate, everything perfectly organized, from the color-coded bookshelf to the precisely made bed with its navy blue comforter. There's not a speck of dust anywhere, just clean surfaces and minimal decoration. A few academic awards hang on one wall beside a few of her track and field trophies.
"It's exactly like I imagined," I say without thinking.
"You've imagined my bedroom?" Lilly asks, one eyebrow raised.
Before I can stammer out an explanation, my attention is completely hijacked. They're both... undressing. Right in front of me. No hesitation, no shyness, just efficient movements as clothes start coming off.
Rose shrugs out of her leather jacket and yanks her shirt over her head in one fluid motion. Lilly's more methodical, unbuttoning her blouse with careful precision. My eyes bulge as Lilly reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra.
Holy shit.
When her bra falls away, revealing her perfectly round breasts, my brain completely shuts down. They're bigger than I ever dared dream, and I've dreamed a lot. My eyes drift down to her stomach, where defined abs ripple with each movement.
"You're staring," Lilly says, but there's a pleased smile on her face.
I'm trying not to look too hard, but it's impossible. My body reacts immediately and embarrassingly, creating a tent in my jeans that might as well be a circus big top.
"I think he likes what he sees," Rose purrs, stepping closer. Her fingers brush against the front of my jeans, and I nearly jump out of my skin.
"You're still dressed," Lilly points out, crossing her arms under her breasts, which only makes them more prominent. "That doesn't seem fair."
"Right," I manage to say, my voice cracking like I'm thirteen again. "Sorry, I'm just... processing."
Before I can even reach for my own clothes, Rose places her hands on my chest and gives me a firm push. I stumble backward, landing on Lilly's perfectly made bed with a soft thud.
"Let me help you," Rose says, her voice silky as she crawls onto the bed.
I finally get a good look at her body as she hovers over me. They're identical twins, sure, but where Lilly's body is all defined muscle and athletic precision, Rose has a softer quality to her. Her curves flow more gently, her stomach smooth rather than ridged with abs. Yet her breasts are just as impressively large as her sister's, swaying slightly as she moves toward me.
I'm so hard it actually hurts.
Rose grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head in one swift motion. Before I can even catch my breath, her fingers are already working on my belt buckle.
"Who should go first?" Lilly asks casually, like she's deciding whose turn it is to wash dishes.
Rose looks up at her sister, hands pausing on my zipper. "Can I?" she asks, her voice taking on an almost pleading quality. "Please, Lilly?"
Lilly tilts her head thoughtfully, those green eyes calculating. "Men aren't really known to be able to cum twice," she says with clinical detachment. "Maybe we could switch halfway?"
Rose yanks down my underwear, exposing my cock to the cool air of Lilly's bedroom. Both twins stare at my erection with unabashed interest.
"It's fine," I stammer out. "I can definitely cum for both of you."
Lilly's lips curve into a small smile. "Alright then, Rose. Sure, I don't mind."
Rose doesn't waste another second. She's on me in a flash, straddling my hips with a wild gleam in her eyes. My breath catches in my throat as she positions herself above me, her soaking wet pussy hovering just inches from my throbbing cock.
"Ready?" she purrs, but doesn't wait for an answer.
In one swift, determined motion, she sinks down on me, engulfing my entire length. The sensation is so overwhelming that a pathetic whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it. Nothing in my limited sexual imagination could have prepared me for this, the tight, wet fire of her body gripping mine like she was made for me.
"Oh my god," I gasp, my hands instinctively flying to her hips.
Rose's lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she begins to move, rising and falling with an intensity that borders on manic. Her fingers dig into my chest for leverage, nails leaving little crescent marks as she rides me like she's trying to break me. There's something almost frightening in her passion, like she's trying to claim a piece of my soul through my body.
Lilly settles beside us on the bed, watching closely as her sister bounces on top of me. Her hand reaches out to stroke my hair, oddly gentle compared to Rose's frenzied movements.
Through the haze of pleasure, a sudden thought breaks through. "Wait," I pant, "what about protection?"
Rose doesn't slow her pace, just throws her head back with a throaty moan. "Don't worry about it."
"We both have IUDs," Lilly explains, her fingers still playing with my hair. "We're covered."
The realization of what's happening hits me all at once, I'm losing my virginity to Rose Harris, one half of the twin fantasy that's occupied my dreams since sophomore year.
"I can't believe," I gasp between thrusts, "that I'm losing my virginity to you before we've even kissed."
Both twins freeze. Rose stops mid-bounce, still fully seated on me, her eyes wide with surprise. Lilly's hand stills in my hair.
"You're a virgin?" Lilly asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rose's expression shifts from shock to something else, a look of smug satisfaction that makes my insides twist with equal parts embarrassment and arousal.
"Well, not anymore," she says, deliberately clenching around me and making my eyes roll back.
She resumes her movements, slower now but somehow more deliberate, like she's savoring each rise and fall. The knowledge that she's my first seems to fuel her excitement, her eyes never leaving my face as she watches my reactions.
While Rose continues her rhythmic movements, Lilly suddenly leans down and captures my lips with hers. The softness of her mouth against mine sends a jolt of electricity straight through me, making me gasp into the kiss. Her tongue slides against mine with expert precision. She pulls back slightly, her green eyes searching mine.
"Was that your first kiss?" she asks, her voice husky with desire.
"No, I'm sorry," I admit, feeling strangely guilty. "It wasn't."
My mind flashes back to Evelyn's patient instructions, her gentle hands cupping my face as she showed me how to tilt my head just right. How she used to nibble on my lip. "You don't want to look like an idiot when it finally happens," she'd said, demonstrating with slow, deliberate movements of her tongue. Those practice sessions in her car after she'd drop Chris off at soccer practice, I never thought I'd be so grateful for them until now.
Lilly's expression shifts, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in obvious frustration. "Fuck!"
She sighs. "I'm sorry," Lilly adds, her voice tight. "I would have tried to go first if I'd known."
"Don't worry, sister," Rose purrs from above me, her hips still working their magic as she watches us. "I'm savoring it just fine."
The competitive tension between them makes my cock throb even harder inside Rose, who moans appreciatively at the sensation. Her pace quickens, the wet sounds of our bodies joining filling the room.
"Who was it?" Lilly asks, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest that feel more like possessive marking than casual touch. "Your first kiss?"
"Just a friend," I gasp, finding it nearly impossible to form coherent thoughts with Rose grinding down on me. "She wanted to help me out."
Rose laughs, a dark sound that makes my skin prickle with goosebumps. "How sweet," she says, not sounding like she thinks it's sweet at all. "Teaching our little virgin how to kiss."
Lilly's eyes flash with sudden intensity, and she dives down to claim my mouth again. This time there's nothing gentle about it, her kiss is demanding, possessive, like she's trying to erase every memory of any other lips that have touched mine. Her tongue pushes past my defenses, exploring me with a hunger that makes my toes curl.
At the same moment, Rose's rhythm falters. Her thighs clamp around my hips like a vise as her back arches dramatically. She lets out a primal cry that doesn't even sound human, her inner walls pulsating wildly around my cock.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" she screams.
The combination of Lilly's aggressive kiss and Rose's orgasmic contractions sends me hurtling over the edge. A white-hot pleasure explodes from the base of my spine, radiating outward until my entire body is consumed by it. I'm pumping into Rose, filling her with cum shot after cum shot, unable to control the sounds escaping from my throat into Lilly's mouth.
Lilly breaks the kiss just enough to whisper against my lips, her voice low and commanding.
"Don't kiss anyone else ever again. Only Rose and me. Understand?"
I stare up at her, my mind blank with pleasure. In this moment, she's not just beautiful, she's transcendent, her green eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart skip. I couldn't form words right now if my life depended on it, so I just whimper pathetically, still emptying myself into her sister.
When the last tremors finally subside, Rose collapses forward onto my chest, her breathing ragged against my neck. "Holy shit," she pants, her body still occasionally twitching around my softening cock. "That was... intense."
She lifts her head, her auburn hair sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead as she studies my face. "I doubt he actually wants to date us, though," she says, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice. "Probably just thinks we're hot, and safe to lose his virginity with."
"No," Lilly counters immediately, her fingers tracing the outline of my jaw. "I can see it in his eyes. Look at him, he's crazy about us."
I finally find my voice, though it comes out embarrassingly hoarse. "I can't date two people at once, can I? Is that even... allowed?"
Rose laughs, the vibration of it resonating through both our connected bodies. She slides off me with a wet sound that should be gross but somehow just turns me on all over again. My cock, impossibly, is already starting to harden again.
Lilly notices immediately. "Well, would you look at that," she murmurs, her eyes darkening with renewed desire.
Lilly gently pushes her sister aside. Unlike Rose's frantic passion, there's something almost reverent in the way Lilly positions herself above me. Her athletic body hovers over mine, those defined abs flexing as she carefully aligns our bodies.
"My turn," she whispers, her voice soft but leaving no room for argument.
She takes me in her hand, guiding my still-sensitive cock to her entrance. She sinks down on me with agonizing slowness, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving mine. The sensation is different but equally mind-blowing, her body grips me just as tightly as Rose's did, but there's a controlled power in her movements that makes my toes curl.
"Oh god," I groan as she fully seats herself on me. Her weight settles perfectly against my hips, her incredible breasts just inches from my face.
Unlike her sister's wild bouncing, Lilly establishes a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each rise and fall is calculated for maximum pleasure, her inner muscles squeezing me in ways I didn't know were possible.
"Sure," she whispers, leaning down so her lips brush against my ear, "you could easily take three wives if you wanted to."
"Huh?"
Her hips continue their hypnotic motion as she presses her entire body against mine. The feeling of her breasts against my chest is heavenly soft yet firm, her nipples dragging across my skin with each movement.
"But Rose and I, we're already used to sharing," she continues, her breath hot against my neck. "Let us both have you and no one else."
I struggle to process her words through the fog of pleasure. Her body is so warm, so perfect against mine that forming coherent thoughts feels impossible. Every nerve ending in my body is alive with sensation.
"Are you sure I can date both of you?" I ask, confusion battling with desire as I look up into her beautiful face.
Lilly's rhythm falters for just a moment, her expression shifting to one of genuine confusion even as pleasure continues to flush her cheeks pink.
"Of course you can," she says, resuming her gentle pace. There's something in her tone that suggests my question was absurd, like I'd asked if the sky was blue.
The realization of what's happening hits me all at once. This isn't just sex. This is the beginning of something real.
"Then I'd love to," I say, my voice thick with emotion. "I'd love to be with both of you."
Lilly's mouth crashes down on mine again, her tongue sliding between my lips. I'm still inside her, our bodies joined in the most intimate way possible, when I feel another warm presence against my neck. Rose's lips trail fire across my skin, nipping and sucking in a way that's definitely going to leave marks.
"I can't believe it," Rose murmurs against my throat, her voice vibrating through me. "I never expected to get our first boyfriend today." Her teeth graze my pulse point, sending shivers down my spine that make me thrust involuntarily deeper into Lilly.
Lilly breaks our kiss, her lips still hovering just above mine. "And to think," she pants, her eyes gleaming with something possessive and proud, "he was right under our noses all through high school." Her hips roll against mine in a way that makes my vision blur at the edges.
Rose laughs against my skin, the sound wicked and delighted. "Rebecca is going to absolutely lose her fucking mind when she finds out we're dating the ice king."
I reach up, hesitantly at first, to intertwine my fingers with Lilly's. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she accepts the gesture, gripping my hands tightly as she continues to ride me.
"You feel incredible," I whisper, my voice cracking with emotion.
The corners of Lilly's mouth twitch upward. "So do you," she responds, squeezing my hands as she grinds down.
Our bodies move together in perfect synchrony, like we've been doing this forever instead of just minutes. Every nerve ending in my body feels electrified, heightened, as if I'm experiencing sex for the first time all over again.
Rose watches us from the side, her eyes hungry and curious. "You two look cute together," she murmurs, trailing her fingers along my arm.
Lilly's pace quickens slightly, her breathing becoming more erratic. I can feel the tension building in her body, mirroring the pressure coiling at the base of my spine. We're both close, teetering on the edge of something monumental.
"Look at me," Lilly commands softly, her voice tight with approaching orgasm. "I want to see your eyes when we cum."
I obey, locking my gaze with hers. Those green eyes, usually so composed, are now wild with passion. Her pupils are blown wide, leaving just a thin ring of emerald around the edges. I've never felt so exposed, so completely seen by another person.
The pressure builds to an unbearable peak. My hips buck upward involuntarily, driving deeper into her as the first waves of my orgasm crash through me. At the same moment, Lilly's body clenches around me, her back arching as she cries out. Our hands grip each other so tightly it almost hurts, creating an unbreakable circuit of pleasure between us.
"Oh god, Seth!" she gasps, her body shuddering above mine.
We stay locked in that position, trembling and pulsing together, our eyes never breaking contact. As the final tremors subside, something shifts in Lilly's expression. Her usual composure cracks completely, revealing something raw and primal underneath. Her lips stretch into a smile that's both beautiful and slightly terrifying. Too wide, too intense, her teeth gleaming in the afternoon light.
"Your eyes truly tell a story," she whispers, her voice taking on an unsettling edge that sends shivers down my spine. "Every emotion, every thought... I can see it all."
"Is that... good?" I ask, my voice still shaky from the intensity of what we just shared.
Lilly's unsettling smile softens into something more genuine. "Wonderful," she breathes, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
She slides off me with graceful precision, and I can't help but stare as my cum leaks from between her thighs, trailing down her perfect skin. The sight of it makes my breath catch, visible proof that this actually happened, that I'm not just having the most vivid wet dream of my life.
"What now?" I ask, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed as I lie naked on the bed.
Rose, who's been watching us with hungry eyes, reaches forward and wraps her fingers around my cock. Her touch reverberates through my oversensitive skin, and to my surprise, I can feel myself hardening again under her curious fingers.
She looks at Lilly with wide eyes, her expression a mix of scientific curiosity and wicked delight. "Do penises usually work this way?" she asks, gently stroking me. "I thought they needed recovery time."
Lilly tilts her head, observing my rapidly returning erection with fascination. "All the girls online say it usually takes hours to go again," she says, sounding impressed. "The forums are full of complaints about that."
I feel my face burning with embarrassment as they discuss my body like it's a science experiment, but there's something undeniably hot about being the center of their attention. Something else starts bothering me, though.
"Hey, Rose," I say, my voice cracking slightly.
She lets go of my cock, her green eyes meeting mine. "What's up?"
My heart hammers in my chest as I gather my courage. "If we're dating now... can we kiss too?" I ask, feeling stupidly shy considering what we've already done.
Her face transforms instantly, lighting up with joy. Before I can say another word, she pounces, her body colliding with mine as her mouth crashes against my lips.
Rose kisses like she's drowning, and I'm oxygen. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling almost painfully as her tongue invades my mouth with frantic need.
Today feels like a fever dream, the kind where reality blurs at the edges and anything seems possible. I'm making out with Rose Harris while her twin sister watches, both of them now my girlfriends. If I'd told myself this morning that this would happen, I'd have laughed myself sick.
'Oh fuck, am I actually dead? Is that what this is? Did that car kill me?'