"I'm... I'm... I..." You try, but the words just won't come out.
"She can't seem to admit it."
"How cute."
"I know, think of a beautiful woman with blonde hair."
"Oh, she must look a lot like you."
"Do you you look like her?"
A beautiful blonde? You can't stop an image of your mother from appearing in your mind. She's beautiful, you've always known that, and of course you look like her, but... you don't want to admit it. "Yeah... we look alike."
"So you're beautiful?"
"I guess... I guess I am beautiful?" You always knew you looked like her, but you didn't want to be like her. She was... well, she was a slut, you thought, and you wanted to be a-
"Good girl." the twin in front of says, and kisses you. Yes, you think, closing your eyes, you're not like your mother, you don't want cheap sex, you want a romantic kiss. The twin behind you kisses your neck, and a tingle runs down your spine.
"Say your hair is beautiful." The one behind you says as his brother breaks off the kiss.
You hesitate for a moment. "...My hair is beautiful."
"Good girl." you hear from behind you, as you see the twin in front of you gently hold some of your hair, and kiss it. You feel like a princess.
⚅⚄ - 1 (Charisma) = 10
"Call me princess." you say. What kind of a request is that, you wonder. You probably meant to just tell them that you feel like a princess.
"Yes, Princess." the twins say in unison.
You giggle at them. "Good boys." you tell them, influenced by them saying the same to you. "Why don't you sit on the bed so I can see you both at once?"
They quickly move to the bed. You can't help but think that you're enjoying how they follow your orders. Your thoughts turn to something you've always fantasized about a man telling you, and you blush slightly as you command it.
"Tell your princess that you love her."
"I love you, Princess." one of them says. The other, however, looks down, and remains silent, fidgeting with his hands in his lap.
"Hands at your sides!" you snap, surprisingly annoyed. He totally killed the good mood you had gotten into from the other one saying that he loved you. His hands shoot to his sides with your command, revealing a tent in his robes. He's got a boner.
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