The Morning Continued

Eventually, the orgasm glow faded. Megan had disappeared back into the kitchen and reemerged with three cups of coffee as you tugged your pants back on. It was a short moment later that Rachel emerged, yawning, from the hallway across the room. She wore a blue tank top that did nothing to conceal the small bumps of her nipples and a pair of cotton pants that hung low on her hips.

“Good morning,” she said with a yawn.

“Morning, Rache,” Megan said back.

“Morning,” you echoed.

You tried to mask yourself with an impassive face, but it was difficult. You noticed Rachel surreptitiously looking between you and Megan and realized she knew exactly what had gone on. Not, you thought to yourself with a wry grin, that it was difficult to figure things out. You knew how loud you especially had been.

As Megan finished setting up breakfast on the living room table, she sat down with a huff. She looked between the two of you and saw your attempts to smother the smirks that now played upon your lips. With a huff, she assumed an austere look and busied herself with her food and coffee.

“We’re gonna need to get very mature very quickly,” she said harshly, though the corner of her mouth curled upwards.

“Fuckin slut!” Rachel shouted by way of reply, a large smile splayed across her face.

You almost coughed on your bite at Rachel’s exclamation. Next to you, Megan held up a knife threateningly towards her twin sister. Rachel raised her hands in mock surrender.

“Ok, you’re riiight,” she said in a whine. She reached out to take Megan’s knife hand and lowered it with a sorrowful look on her face. “I just needed to get it out of my system.”

“Lying bitch!” Megan began, “You say it every time I bring a girl over!”

“Yeah, but this is a guy whose cum you just swallowed!” The grin on Rachel’s face stretching from ear to ear and presented a serious challenge to Megan’s attempts to smother her own at her sister’s teasing.

Trying to keep out of it, you took a sip of coffee and cut into your food. Megan and Rachel often play-argued like this so you were not worried. Your primary concern was keeping your eyes off of Rachel’s chest as her tits bounced with her emphatic gesticulation.

“Yeah, fair actually,” Megan relented. She sat back down, looked at you busying yourself with breakfast, and then back at her sister. “Fuck. You just got your cum swallowed and then you had breakfast served to you.”

You looked up guiltily with a mouth full of eggs. You tried to chew quickly to respond in some way, but ended up looking only goofy. Rachel and Megan both burst out laughing as you tried to rapidly wash down your food with a sip of coffee.

“I-”

“Nah,” Megan cut you off with a raised hand.

“Twice last night,” Rachel butted in, counting on her hand. “And now once more this morning. Plus breakfast. This is a feminist household.”

Megan snapped her fingers and looked at you with a judgemental look, though her eyes twinkled in delight. “Tell him, bitch.”

“It is time, actually, sir. It is time for you to be quiet!” Rachel continued. She raised her eyebrows at you in challenge, but smiled all the same.

You nodded and made a zipping gesture across your lips.

Megan and Rachel laughed again and continued their joking. You silently ate as the two spoke casually, as if nothing was different with them. They spoke about things they had forgotten to say yesterday, things they were excited for this weekend, and small pieces of gossip from friends. You learned that Catherine from Megan’s work had just broken up with her boyfriend, while Lilly and Juliett had just both got new boyfriends that were maybe not good enough for them. Rachel was annoyed at a guy named Mark because he was loud, and another guy named Mark because he was antisemitic. Then there was Marcus, whom she disliked because he had cheated on his current girlfriend.

It was comforting seeing them like this, though you knew it would not last. Of course, things were not normal for them anymore. Furthermore, they were still under the assumption that you were going to be their private cum donor. And while you would absolutely nothing more than to be exactly that, you would need to tell them otherwise. But for now… they were happy.

Breakfast went by with pleasant conversation, which you were eventually allowed to participate in. Megan had prepared a delicious meal, but shit coffee. However, the two women seemed to enjoy it perfectly fine. As things winded down, you took up plates and empty cups to clean the meal that had been made for you. They thanked you, you smiled, and they continued to chat as you cleaned in the kitchen.

Cleaning up from breakfast was a welcome task. You let your brain wander while your hands scrubbed and wiped down plates, the stovetop, and the coffee machine. Part of your brain was practicing the difficult conversation that would occur when you told the sisters in the other room that you could not keep helping them. But another part was considering ways to continue helping them, despite the stringent restrictions on you as both scientist and donor.

The simple task of cleaning left you free to ponder these things as time flew by. When you cleaned the final pan, you stepped back with a heavy sigh. You cast your eyes about looking for another cleaning task but saw nothing. After a moment, you dried your hands on a kitchen towel and walked back out.

They were still talking and lounging on the couch, but looked up as you entered. You steeled yourself when you saw the questions forming in their eyes at the worry on your face.

“I would love to be able to help more…” you began.

“Oh, I can finish cleaning up,” Rachel said and started to get up.

You shook your head and sighed, sitting down next to Megan on the couch. “It’s not that. I cleaned up breakfast already. I mean with the SSDS. I am not able to continue helping you guys.”

There was silence from the two of them. Rachel tilted her head in confusion while Megan’s throat bobbed uneasily.

“Why?” Megan asked simply.

“The law, actually.” You pinched the bridge of your nose before continuing. “This is healthcare. As in, the federal government has legally declared this as a form of healthcare. There is so much potential for abuse in this treatment that the only legitimate way to administer this form of healthcare is with an accredited clinic.”

“So assholes can drink raw milk and bring back measles because it’s their private health decision. But I can’t suck my friend’s dick?” Megan asked, exasperated.

You winced, but nodded. “It can be tough to enforce, but you two got officially diagnosed. Plus, I am an actual scientist and certified donor. This is the sort of situation that is much easier to enforce.”

“So if you are a certified donor, can’t you just… donate?” Rachel asked in confusion.

“Anonymously through a clinic, sure. But not privately like this.”

“What if we paid you?” Megan’s brow was furrowed in concentration as her brain worked through the problem. “Would it work if you declared yourself a private contractor? There are private healthcare providers like that.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but paused. “Maybe?” you said carefully. “I don’t… actually know there. That’s sort of beyond my extremely limited area of expertise.”

Megan pulled out her phone and began looking things up. “Well, helping companies get started is what I do,” she said haltingly, her brain focused on her phone.

“Even if it is legal,” you began.

“It is!” Megan announced loudly.

You flashed her a pained smile before continuing. “Even so, it would probably ruin my reputation as a scientist. A lot of my peers donate to the clinics, but privately… like I said, most people just think of the potential for abuse and exploitation.”

“Study us,” Megan said suddenly, fixing you with a hard stare.

“What?” you asked, confusion writ across your face.

“Being a private donor would tank your reputation? Fine. I’ll help you get started as one so you can begin a study of us.”

“Hey, Meg, what?” Rachel leaned forward and grabbed her sister’s arm.

“It’ll be anonymous, right? You won’t name us, you’ll just be studying twins that have SSDS, but are at different stages in it.”

“Meg!” Rachel exclaimed.

“Rache!” she shouted back, turning to her sister. “I might need up to four fucking doses a day. Four! We cannot afford that with a private clinic. Should I go on Tinder and ask random guys to cum down my throat?”

Rachel chewed on her lip and looked down in shame. Megan calmed herself from her explosion and placed a hand on her sister’s arm.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled, Rache. I… need this. Him. I’m a fucking dyke with a cum addiction. So if I have to choose between him, a friend we know and trust who also apparently has really good cum, or some random guy who…” she trailed off and swallowed heavily. She turned to you, a flicker of desperation appeared in her eyes before she quickly smothered it. “You could keep us anonymous, work on some study, and that way you could maintain your reputation.”

Your mind was abuzz at that idea. Sitting back, you stroked your short beard thoughtfully and carefully considered it. Certainly, it would be a wonderful addition to the discourse surrounding the addiction. Twins exhibiting the same affliction at different levels, one a lesbian too. You knew they had family, maybe you could convince them to allow you to study them. There were two people you worked with that could possibly help with the gene study.

“That could work,” was all you said before Megan threw her arms around you, her soft chest pressing against yours.

“Thank fuck!” she shouted, unfortunately in your ear.

“I said it could work!”

“Could is a lot more hopeful than a definite no,” she retorted. With an excited squeak, she jumped up. “Ok, I’ll work on getting you a license to work as a private contractor, something provisional now should be pretty quick.”

“Wait,” you held up your hands to calm the outburst of energy. “You said you would pay me, but also that you couldn’t afford to pay a clinic. Would just charging you a penny per dose be enough? Or would that open me up to an audit for… I don’t know, lying about being a contractor?”

“This is me doing my job for you. You provide me with… doses, and you get my labor in return.”

“Megan, audits don’t care about bartering.”

“Don’t worry about that anymore, I’ll handle it. This is my area of expertise.”

Nodding, you turned to Rachel who was watching her sister with equal parts concern and admiration. “She seems to know her shit.”

“Damn right I do!” Megan shouted over her shoulder as marched off to work on your license.

“That’s right sis!” Rachel called. “Don’t let anything come between you and swallowing Will’s cum!”

“Fuck you!” was all Megan shouted back as Rachel cackled on the couch.