Yes

The twins stow their cocks back in their shorts, zipping and buttoning. Then Miss turns and gives me a swift slam of her sneaker into my balls. I yelp in pain and double forward, my eyes fluttering rapidly as my forehead rests on the floor tile.

“Ow! Ow, fucking, ow!” I groan in pain, before two pairs of hands find my hair and yank, “Ow! HEY!” A hard smack across the face shuts me up before their hands move to my arms and they drag me to my feet. I stare at the twins in disbelief.

“Ow, that fu-!”

“Shut up, faggot!” Enzo interjects. I blink and smile at being called a faggot, utterly distracted from my agitation at being kicked in the nuts and being dragged to my feet by my hair. Enzo and Juno both nod in satisfaction at my sudden silence.

“That's better, fag,” Juno says, “You blacked out. We needed to wake you up. Amy said we should just kick you to do that.” Hearing that it was Amy's instruction pacifies me completely. I assume there simply wasn't a choice as it was Amy's call.

“So Amy reprogrammed you, huh, faggot?” Enzo asks, and I nod.

“Yea. She said she needed a volunteer for her first project,” I answer, smiling, “So obviously I volunteered, being her best friend it seemed like an obvious choice.” The twins nod, and I look up and notice the time, and blink at it being two hours.

“Man, where did the day go?” I ask rhetorically.

“Eh, consequences of being reprogrammed, I guess, faggot,” Juno replies, and I nod, smiling.

“Yea, that's true. Amy did have me under for a couple hours, and then I blacked out for a couple hours just now, as well,” I reply, “I didn't do anything weird while I was blacked out, did I, guys?”

“Not at all, faggot, not at all,” Enzo replies, “You just knelt there staring blankly. It was weird, you're usually pretty social, faggot. Always been proud to have such a cool big brother, actually.” Juno nods, and I smile at the praise, and the names.

“Well, Enzo and I need to get going, we're hanging out with friends, tonight,” Juno says, and the twins leave the room and head upstairs to their rooms. Twins or not, they haven't shared a bedroom since they were twelve, and they needed more.

A few minutes later, they come back down and wave to me as they head out the garage door, and I hear their cars starting in unison. Finally, the twins pull out of the driveway, one after the other, leaving me home alone to enjoy some quiet time.

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