First, Milking!

“I think we should have a family game night, tonight,” Juno says thoughtfully, “First, though, let's get you milked, slut. On your hands and knees, fag.” My body obeys before my mind processes her order, sinking to my knees and leaning forward.

“Volume 3,” Enzo says.

“Volume confirmed,” I answer reflexively, my voice noticeably quieter than before, and Enzo and Juno exchange nods.

“I'll go get the bottle,” Enzo says, “You want to milk him once each, or once between us?” Juno holds up two fingers, and my cheeks redden. Enzo simply nods, as Juno moves to the nightstand beside my bed and retrieves the lubricant from it.

A little dab on her palm, and she crouches down beside me. Her hand slides under me, and my cheeks warm more, as Juno wraps her fingers around my cock. I close my eyes and sigh softly in pleasure as she starts to stroke my cock, lubricating.

“That's it, slut, you're a good boy,” Juno murmurs in my ear, her free hand on my back, between my shoulders. She strokes up the back of my neck, then back down, while her other hand is starting to move on my swiftly hardening phallic length.

I bite my lip softly, my eyes fluttering open to flick sideward, looking at her, making eye contact. She smiles at me, kissing my temple, “Good faggot. You're a good boy, aren't you? Providing Amy with fresh milk, ensuring she's nourished better.”

I look up as Enzo walks in, sliding into a position on my other side. I can hear him put the bottle on the floor beneath me, before his hands come to rest on me. One on my shoulder, the other on my ass, Enzo pets me gently, lovingly, murmuring.

“Just relax and let us milk you, slut. Amy asked for your milk, and we want to know how much you can actually offer her,” Enzo coos the words tenderly in my ear, stroking my back in tandem with Juno, as his other hand gently caresses my ass.

“Moo,” I say quietly, mischievously. Juno's hand freezes on my cock and both of them stare at me before they both break into mad giggling. Juno's hand shivers up and down on my shaft as she giggles into her free hand, while Enzo spanks me.

“Smart-ass faggot!” Enzo wheezes softly while giggling, “Fucking moo!” I moo again, which only makes Enzo spank me a second time, harder. Juno forces herself under control and starts stroking me fast and hard, making me moan in answer.

“You're so good, you little whore,” Juno purrs the words affectionately in my ear, her tone happy and ebullient.

Juno's hand moves fast and hard, her fingers tightening around my meat. Her pace was relentless, almost breakneck, even as both of them remained focused on my face. Her fingers tight almost to the point of pain, I gasped her name, whining.

“I'm trying to milk you as smoothly and efficiently as possible, slut,” Juno murmured, “We know this is unfamiliar for you. It's unfamiliar for us, too. Tell me if I'm doing it wrong. You need to be milked, but we don't want it to be uncomfortable.”

“You're doing good!” I murmur, “Just, little looser, please?” Her fingers loosened immediately, even before I'd said please. Enzo's fingers curled, scratching hard, dragging four parallel red lines up my ass, making me shiver and moan at the pain.

“You don't need to say please, faggot,” Enzo murmurs in my ear, his forehead against my temple, “It's up to you to tell us what's the best way to milk you by hand. We're not going to dehumanise you by with the use of some impersonal pump.”

“When you need to be milked, we will be the ones milking you,” Juno promises me in my other ear, “They say that goats and cows do better when they have someone familiar milking them. You're smarter than that, so I figure it's even truer?”

“Yea,” I huff the words involuntarily as her fingers travel my cock, hard and fast, not bothering to look down. Enzo made sure that my milk would go where it's meant to, and wouldn't be wasted. I trust him, and her, to milk me properly, now.

For a few minutes, Juno's fingers slide up and down like a mobile cylinder on a stationary piston. When I start pulsing, her motion accelerates, to the point I can feel her muscles straining. I gasp as release hits, and nine jets of milk are collected.

I hang my head, catching my breath as she squeezes tight for one last, delicate stroke, drawing my crown across the rim. Then her hand slides off me, and Enzo reaches under me. No break offered, his hand starts to move, slick with lubricant.

“My turn, now, we need to see if you can produce twice in close succession, faggot,” Enzo whispers in my ear gently, and I nod. I keep my head down, and my eyes closed, my body locked in the position they've commanded me to take, and hold.

There's little more to say, so the minutes pass with only the sound of Enzo's hand, and my own soft, aroused whimpering. It takes longer, much nearer to half an hour, before my hips jerk, again. Enzo hums, quietly counting out nine full pulses.

“Successive milking is successful, but a little time-consuming,” Enzo notes, “May be better to break up two rounds a little. Volume production seems to remain about the same.” He strokes my crown gently against the rim, before releasing me.

I can't help but look when he collects the bottle from underneath me. Quite well-under the halfway mark, but he doesn't frown or make any unpleasant comment. “Hmm. Volume itself is reasonable. Don't worry, slut, the volume will improve.”

“He'll likely need to be milked six times to pass a half-kilo of production,” Juno notes, “Good volume, nevertheless, really. You did so well, slut. We're so proud of you!” My cheeks warm, but the twins don't let me feel embarrassed, petting me.

“Not just saying that?” I ask, reflexively. Enzo and Juno cup one cheek of my ass with one hand, and my shoulders in the other, as they lean in and kiss my temples. I close my eyes and my spine arches instinctively, and I just sigh, contentedly.

“So are you comfortable being milked regularly, slut? How'd we do?” Enzo prompts.

“it was awkward, but, I could get used to this,” I answer, my cheeks warm, as I open my eyes and look from Juno to Enzo, and smile reassuringly, “You did wonderfully. I wasn't expecting this, but, I could come to enjoy both of you milking me.”

“Good,” Juno says, running her fingers through my hair on one side, as Enzo mirrors the motion on the other, “Come on. Let's get this capped and in the refrigerator and then we can see about playing a game in the living room, until dinner.”

“Mom and Dad are both gonna be late tonight, so we're ordering pizza delivery,” Enzo says, and I nod. When they rise, I'm able to stand with them, and follow obediently to the kitchen, watching as they put the screw cap on the bottle promptly.

I wonder, as we move to the living room, what game they have in mind, but it'll at least be something 2-player. Possibly 3-player, if they actually want me to play with them. It's entirely possible I'm meant to suck their dicks as they're playing!