Absolutely!

“So what are we playing?” I ask.

“Uno,” Enzo answers, as Juno roots around for it in the entertainment centre, before snatching the box and pulling it out.

“If I don't win a round, I don't have to suck you both off before the next round, right?” I ask. The twins exchange glances, then grin at me and shake their heads.

“No, no!” Juno reassures me, “I mean, I understand how you could be concerned about that, but ... no. Albeit, you know ... because we're going to be milking you more often, we could milk you after each round if one of us is the one who wins.”

“So, winner milks me, I get a break if I win?” I ask, and the twins nod swiftly. “Understood. Kneel, or cross-legged? I mean, which position do you want me to be in?” I can't really argue or contest, which only leaves acceptance of my new lifestyle.

“Kneel, thighs open,” Enzo orders, and I drop like a stone, slowing only as I near bottom, my knees touching down on the floor and my feet flipping soles-up. I come to rest with my ass on my heels, parting my legs obediently, completely open.

“Good faggot,” Enzo praises, as he steps over to me and stands over me, cupping my face with his palm. He lovingly runs his thumb across my cheekbone, a soft, sweet smile on his face. I half-expect Enzo to slide his cock out, but he doesn't.

Instead, he steps back and drops down, himself, sitting with his legs crossed. Juno takes a position across from us both, in a similar cross-legged posture. As she starts to shuffle, I realise as the only one kneeling, it makes my status more obvious.

“So,” Juno asks, as she deals our first hand, “are you excited about your upcoming birthday? You know if you choose this, this life here, your birthday party's gonna be so much different, for you, than any of your birthdays have been thus far?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, as she turns over the first card, a blue 7, and Enzo plays a blue 3. I don't have any blue cards, so I draw, and get fortunate. I immediately place down a red 3, sparing myself from ending up holding even more in hand.

“Well,” Enzo answers, “You would receive something from everyone, but it wouldn't be presents. If you're a cock slave, what you'd be getting is fucked.” He watches as Juno plays a green 3, forcing him to draw two, groaning with frustration.

He puts down a yellow 3, and I follow immediately with a yellow 9. Juno frowns, drawing a card, but then immediately sets a red 9 down as she looks up at me. “You'd also be drinking milk. The cake would be for everyone else, none of it for you.”

“Oh. Hm,” I muse, thoughtfully, as the game cycles a few turns, before I roll my shoulders, “Guess that wouldn't be so bad. I mean, I haven't eaten anything solid in a few days, now, anyway, except for just a few chocolate treats that I've earned.”

“You think you'd like it, full-life?” Enzo asks, as we continue to play, until I declare Uno. I hum thoughtfully at what Enzo asked, as Juno takes her turn, then Enzo, and I am forced to draw one. I get lucky, though, and can put it down right away.

“Uno! Again, technically,” I say, “I think I would. I mean, Amy didn't reprogram me for just oblivious, increased happiness. If I'm happier, it's authentic contentment, and ... yea. I've been happier. I wouldn't have asked you guys to join in, but ...”

“You're happier now that you're receiving our cocks,” Juno supplies, “and Mom and Dad's, too.” My cheeks become warm pink, but I nod. Amy's reprogramming doesn't stop me being embarrassed by the discovery that I like my family using me.

For two rounds, I linger around one card, until Enzo declares Uno, and wins a turn later. As Juno shuffles, Enzo just snaps his fingers and motions. I quickly shift position, so that I'm on my hands and knees, as Enzo gets up, going to the kitchen.

I wait while he returns with lubricant and the partially-filled bottle, positioned so Juno can watch him milking me. Enzo crouches down on my other side, putting one hand on my sacrum, as the other curls gently around my hardened phallus.

“That's it, there's a good boy,” Enzo coos gently in my ear, as he spreads the lubricant, keeping my cock aimed downward, stroking slow, “You're a good boy, there's a good faggot.” I shiver, blushing a warm pink while Juno continues to shuffle.

I know I'll get used to this eventually, but it's only my third time being milked, all this afternoon. It's only Enzo's second time milking me, but he already seems so comfortable with it. My eyes flick from one twin to the other, then back again.

“Just relax, faggot,” Juno coos comfortingly from my other side as she finishes shuffling and joins Enzo. One hand on the cheek nearer to her twin, the other palm on my ass, the latter caressing, stroking gently. I close my eyes and arch gently.

“That's it. Just relax, slut,” Juno murmurs reassuringly in my ear, “Just relax and enjoy it. You deserve to enjoy this, you deserve to enjoy being milked and taken care of.” I moan involuntarily, staying as still as I can while Enzo is stroking me.

It only takes Enzo a few minutes to work me to adding more to the bottle. I arch as he brushes my crown delicately across the rim, then caps the bottle and sets it aside. “There we go. You're doing so well, slut. That's three whole loads, tonight!”

“Come on, we've got time for another round before Mom or Dad come home with dinner,” Juno urges, and we quickly get back to it. I win one round, then Juno wins, and a fourth milking, which leaves me feeling more than moderately drained.