The Explanation

Once we are all three of us clean, my little brother and little sister dry themselves off, then me, then draw me, far gentler now, back to the guestroom. Juno pushes me to sit down and wait, and I do, watching them redress the bed, now cleaned.

Then the twins return to me, pulling me to the bed and sitting me down, then sitting to either side. I've caught my breath, and look between them, one to the other, and back again. Enzo breaks the brief silence, “I think we owe an explanation ...”

His hand raises to my face, touching my chin and jaw gently, checking the redness. Cold water at the end of the shower, a minor shock to my system, helped a bit, but all four cheeks are still red, and a little sensitive. He doesn't touch them, now.

“Yea,” Juno said, “we came home in ... we came home in kind of a bad mood. Not your fault, yet we still took it out on you.” I don't bother to point out that I'd noticed. It would be snarky, and might get me more justifiably slapped in response to it.

“You deserve to know why,” Enzo says, “and, uh, also, we're sorry. We'll try to do better about not taking our anger out on you, even when you're kinda sorta the reason that we ended up in a bad mood. To be clear, not in any way of your making.”

“We were out with our friends, hanging out, trying to have a nice night,” Juno says, “we told them about you, about Amy's brainwashing, and all. They were fascinated, and, well, obviously, very interested in the possibility of getting to use you.”

I look between them, my eyes always turning to the one who is speaking. So far, it doesn't sound like anything that should put them in a bad mood. I'm a faggot, my family's been using me, but so has Amy. There's no reason they would be jealous.

“Sadly, some assholes overheard us talking,” Enzo continues, bringing my eyes back to him, “fucking anti-hypnotic bigots. They made a whole fucking scene out of it, about how brainwashing is a sin against their god, and no one's allowed that.”

“On and on about how it should be outlawed, not legislated and regulated, just criminally outlawed,” Juno adds, “And how nobody has the right to even consent to hypnosis. When they said that, the whole scene became an even huger damn mess.”

“The whole fucking diner was staring at us, and when they said that, a bunch of women stood up and talked about having reproductive rights,” Enzo explained, “and how those same bigots would say the same thing of abortions, birth control.”

“Then another table stood up and bitched them out about same-sex marriage, because bigots claim that's against their god, too, somehow,” Juno continues, “and I mean. They're not wrong, but it just got bigger and bigger and fucking bigger still.”

“Bunch of black dudes stood up from another table, Mexican-American and Spanish-American immigrants from another,” Enzo groans, “Bunch of entitled racist white assholes decided to come to a diner known for being diverse, just to argue.”

“It got so bad the owner came out,” Juno adds, “and they still wouldn't leave, despite the entire diner being pissed off at them for harassing us over shit that was none of their business, so then the cops were called. Obviously a nightmare.”

“For fuck's sake,” I breathe finally, “I can see why you were in a bad mood. Handful of bigoted dumbfucks made a proper mess of your entire evening out with friends. I'm sorry that you had to deal with that, and ... you're forgiven. Absolutely.”

“Just, uh ...” I pause, and the look at me expectantly.

“Yes?” two voices in unison.

“Maybe no more slapping or spanking me for a couple days?” I ask, pleadingly. The twins grin, and each kisses me on one side of my head, avoiding touching my cheeks and kissing my temples, instead. Their hands stroke my chest and my back.

“We promise,” Enzo murmurs in one ear.

“We'll try to be gentler with you,” Juno murmurs in the other.

“We love you,” Enzo murmurs.

“You deserve to be treated nice,” Juno agrees.

“Thanks, guys,” I let my body relax into their touches.

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