Affection Bonding

For a few minutes, the twins sit on either side of me in silence, caressing my back, my chest, my thighs. We made a mess, and they changed the sheets without putting it on me. When we were younger, cleanup was ordinarily my responsibility.

I smile at them as I simply lean into it, until they slip off the bed, fingers in mine, pulling me to my feet. I look between the two of them, and both twins smile at me. “Come on, let's go down to your room. It's getting kind of late, it's bedtime now.”

“Wait, you're putting me to bed?” I ask, as they pull me into the hallway at the top of the stairs, “I'm older than you two!” The twins snicker at me, each one caressing me from shoulder to ass. I arch and bite my lower lip as they squeeze my ass.

“Yes, but you're also a faggot, you little slut,” Enzo murmurs in one ear, “and we're above you now, you are ours to use ...” My eyes flutter a little, and my cheeks warm. I flick my gaze from Enzo to Juno, as she leans close against my other side.

“You taught us that what is ours to use,” Juno murmurs in my ear, as their hands squeeze tighter, then slide up my sides, still lovingly caressing my skin with unmistakable tenderness. “Ours to use, means our responsibility to rightly care for.”

“You need rest,” Enzo murmurs, as they draw me down the stairs, and I walk compliantly, letting Enzo guide me, letting Juno lead me. Her fingers in mine, his hands on my shoulders, not letting me alone for a heartbeat, like a treasured toy.

“Come on, now,” Juno murmurs, “You tended to Mom and Dad. You tended to us. You're going to have a busy morning.” Morning occurs to me like a splash of cold water in the face. I don't know what's coming, but if today was any indicator?

Juno will be proven prescient in telling me that morning will be busy for me. I let them lead me to my room, to my bed. My little sister backs up onto it, pulling me gently with her. I lay down on my stomach, letting the twins have control.

Juno slides the bedding out from underneath me, as Enzo mounts me on the bed, straddling my hips. He looks down at me, placing his hands on my shoulders as he sits on my thighs. I look over my shoulder at him, and my little brother beams.

His mouth spreads, and his lips part, teeth gleaming in the artificial, pale bluish-white light of my room's lamp. His hands slide down my back, caressing me from shoulder to ass. The touch is feather-light, soothing, drenched with his affections.

Juno sits on my headboard, her legs apart, one hand guiding my head to her thigh. I rest my head on her thigh, letting her stroke my other cheek gently. Her fingers dance across my skin, soothing and delicate, as she smiles brightly down at me.

Her teeth gleam in the bedroom's lighting as she beams at me, too. Both of them look happy, me sprawled out nude on my own bed between them. I yawn softly, and Juno guides my head to her other thigh, switching hands to continue stroking.

Enzo slides his hands from my ass to my shoulders, then my shoulders to my ass. Continuous, caressing strokes, warm and lovingly, cross my skin, up and down most of the length of me. As much, I suspect, as he'd be able to reach in any position.

I yawn softly, realising what they're doing. They're preparing me for bed by easing me, soothing my mind by caressing my body, so that I'll grow drowsier. That isn't because I'm a faggot, that's just because being caressed and loved is ... soothing.

I've never had this kind of attention in my life, even in our happy home. It feels nice, not going to bed alone. I simply can't stop yawning, at this point, and my eyelids are getting heavy. “Shh. That's it, faggot, rest now. You were so good, today.”

Juno's words filter into my tired ears, as she guides my face back to her other thigh. Their fingers continue caressing me, brushing across as much of my body as they can reach. Her hands slide down my neck, across the napes, my shoulders.

Inevitably, I drift, warm, smiling, and content. The last sound I consciously hear before the darkness takes me, is that of Enzo and Juno, cooing softly, tenderly, easing me to my rest. Then, the gentle black waves of the dream ocean take me.

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