“Movie night. Encanto,”

Enzo answers, “You are not to make a sound. You will, for the duration of the movie, be on the floor, on your knees. You'll spend the movie focused on our cocks, worshipping us. Mom, Dad, me, Juno, and our friends. That is your place, tonight.”

“Service Julia first at dinner,” Juno adds, “Earn her milk first as a reward, to thank her, because she's the one bringing the movie over.” I nod in answer, listening and processing the fact that I'll be listening to the movie that I've never seen before.

I'd like to watch, but I know my place, and my reprogramming won't let me disobey. Amy owns me, and I am free-use for family, which means they have authority to control me, too. I can already feel myself mentally preparing to do as ordered.

“Okay, I can do that, no trouble,” I answer, not as if I've much choice but the twins enjoy hearing the confirmation that I am also not mad about it. I mean, spend twenty-eight to forty-two minutes sucking dick for dinner, go to the living room.

Spend the next hour and fifty minutes licking the same cocks I just spent however long swallowing. So essentially two and a half hours of worshipping the cocks of seven people who won't once look at me and won't say one word to me all night.

In a way, that feels like a gift, since it means I get to learn what kind of people these three are, in the easiest way possible. They'll converse openly, freely, as if I'm not even there, much less on my knees servicing their cocks for over two hours.

I get to relax, focus on some nice cock, learn about friends of the twins that I've never met. I still won't have met them, if I'm understanding the plan. They won't acknowledge me, won't address me, and won't introduce themselves to me, at all.

I'll simply be here, servicing them, ignored. It's a weird combination of gift and humiliation, and I don't feel the least little bit ashamed or offended by it. I wouldn't have asked for it, and I'm quite sure of that, but Amy has always known me well.

“So do you know anything about their milk, at all? I mean, have you guys, er,” I pause, searching for the right phrasing, for this, “Have you ever shared a slut, before, and received, uh ... feedback?” The twins glance at each other, then back.

“No,” Enzo giggles in amusement, shaking his head emphatically, one hand on my ass, the other on one side of my chest. Juno's hands mirror his, on her side of my body, allowing me to submit bodily to their authority, and into their control.

“That is a really interesting question, though, slut!” Juno opines, “Enzo, let's run upstairs and get one of the notebooks we bought for university! We've got more than enough time to buy a replacement, but our slut should be able to take notes!”

“Huh. That's a good idea!” Enzo says, “Hold him!” Juno slides her hands as Enzo's leave me, and she turns me away from her, pulling me into her arms. I lean submissively into her control as Enzo bolts from the room, audibly running upstairs.

“Your notes are gonna be so interesting to read,” Juno murmurs in my ear, kissing my cheekbone, “I love how smart you are. We're gonna make sure Mom and Dad don't pull you out of university. We'll talk to Amy, make sure she's onboard.”

I can hear Enzo thundering back down the stairs as he rushes back into my room, holding it up and showing me that he's written Faggot's Notes on it. I giggle involuntarily and grin at him, but I reach out and I take it, running my fingers over it.

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