“Gangbang after dinner,”

Juno informs me, as I look between them, “not immediately, but, right in this room. Mom says we're taking the door off tomorrow morning. This will now be considered the service room, since Amy says you're going to continue to live here.”

“Your Mistress also said we can whore you out, at our leisure,” Enzo adds, “or slut you out, if we want to share you with friends, which is what we're doing tonight. So you'll have a seven-course meal for dinner, then we'll take a little time ...”

“Then once everyone's recovered,” Juno continues, motioning toward the service room floor, “we come back here, then each of us gives you a second load, only this one will be in your ass, instead of in your mouth. You'll get some good use.”

“Ooh, sounds fun!” I answer, “Oh by the way I don't have to call her Mistress, she said. She's still just Amy, my Amy, my best friend Amy.” At that, Enzo and Juno beam happily, clearly pleased with the fact that Amy will still be, simply, Amy.

“Good. You have no clue how happy we are to hear that,” Enzo murmurs, as the two of them hold onto me comfortably. I'm enjoying the way they're touching me, holding onto me, the way I can relax and simply trust them to not drop me.

“So do you know anything about their milk, at all? I mean, have you guys, er,” I pause, searching for the right phrasing, for this, “Have you ever shared a slut, before, and received, uh ... feedback?” The twins glance at each other, then back.

“No,” Enzo giggles in amusement, shaking his head emphatically, one hand on my ass, the other on one side of my chest. Juno's hands mirror his, on her side of my body, allowing me to submit bodily to their authority, and into their control.

“That is a really interesting question, though, slut!” Juno opines, “Enzo, let's run upstairs and get one of the notebooks we bought for university! We've got more than enough time to buy a replacement, but our slut should be able to take notes!”

“Huh. That's a good idea!” Enzo says, “Hold him!” Juno slides her hands as Enzo's leave me, and she turns me away from her, pulling me into her arms. I lean submissively into her control as Enzo bolts from the room, audibly running upstairs.

“Your notes are gonna be so interesting to read,” Juno murmurs in my ear, kissing my cheekbone, “I love how smart you are. We're gonna make sure Mom and Dad don't pull you out of university. We'll talk to Amy, make sure she's onboard.”

I can hear Enzo thundering back down the stairs as he rushes back into my room, holding it up and showing me that he's written Faggot's Notes on it. I giggle involuntarily and grin at him, but I reach out and I take it, running my fingers over it.

“I am confident Amy will be excited to read these notes, too,” Enzo says, as he takes the notebook and puts it on my desk. I'm not going to need it in the next few minutes, I'll only need it once dinner is called and I have to slide under the table.

“Thanks for not making this weird, by the way, guys,” I murmur, and the twins exchange glances, then look back into my eyes, and both of them smile reassuringly. They've always had my back. Three peas in a pod. They've never let me down.

“Of course. You're a cum-fed faggot, the only proper place for you during dinner is underneath the table,” Enzo says firmly, nodding to me, “Albeit, we did speak to Amy about your diet. She said that you can have chocolate whenever you're good.”

“I promise, I'll always be on my best b-” I start, before Juno clamps a hand over my mouth and silences me.

“Bitch, please, you're always good,” Juno murmurs, “we're going to buy dark chocolate truffles and chocolate chip cookies. You will have treats every day of your life, faggot.” My cheeks warm as the twins sandwich me between them, and hug.

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Here the story briefly converges at Chapter 59: Taking My Place while awaiting dinner.