Double the Trouble

“Did anyone else ever think they’d still be having sleepovers as an adult?”

“That’s true, we really did relive the whole experience pretty much exactly as it used to be.”

“Damn I didn’t even realise. We got fast food, hit the movie theatre, had ice cream, then snacks and another movie when we got home.”

“Is that not what your sleepovers were like as a kid?”

“That’s a good point, don’t think many boys had a sleepover with one girl, much less two girls.”

“Probably not, but I think every teenage boy had a dream of a sleepover with a couple of goth girls. Can’t imagine why though.”

“His friend group isn’t exactly full of goth girls.. Or like, any alt people at all, actually..”

“Right, I don’t think the girls your sister had sleepovers with looked like us. And they don’t count just because they sometimes let you tag along.”

“I mean I suppose it depends what they got up to.”

“I think if they’d gotten up to anything interesting, we’d have heard about it before now… I hope so at least.”

“It definitely would have made for an amazing introduction.”

“True, like I said if it were true then yeah, definitely something to put on the resume.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I think the fantasy of teenage boys remains just that… a fantasy.”

“Aww, don’t be so glum about it, I mean you’re making up for that now.”

“You’ll just need to pick out who you like more.”

“Oh me me, pick me, please won’t you pick me.”

“You’re right, that was a bit cruel, I’m sorry. Though let’s be honest, I’m sure it’s crossed your mind.”

“Okay, I believe you. Plus I mean, why should anyone have to choose, right?”

“And is a much more fun word than or.”

“Exactly. Fries and onion rings, much better than fries or onion rings.”

“Ha, you really couldn’t pick? You are far too sweet, you know that?”

“I mean, could you pick?”

“I already did.”

“Well we’re best friends, and we do everything together.”

“Well, not quite everything…but most things.”

“And maybe some new things too.”

“Well, I mean we’ve talked about it before…”

“What she means is… yeah, we’ve talked about what other things we could share.”

“Well we’ve known each other for years, and we’ve learned a lot about each other because of that.”

“Likes, dislikes, pet peeves, the little things that make us happy, the little things that make us sad.”

“And the things that, well, the things we particularly enjoy.”

“Well we enjoy all sorts of things… variety is the spice of life after all.”

“Though I literally can’t handle spice, we differ in that way.”

“Yeaaah, pepper practically makes you sweat.”

“I really want to say that’s not true, but it is. I accidentally ate wasabi awhile ago and thought it would actually kill me.”

“Have you ever looked at someone and genuinely expected steam to come out their ears? It was like that.”

“I swear I could still feel it a few days later.”

“We’re getting off topic though…”

“You brought up spice.”

“No, I brought up a metaphor, you brought up spice. The spice thing was all you.”

“Oh, yeah, that was me then. My bad.”

“Do you want to keep going or…?”

“Noooo, you uh, you’re much better at it than me.”

“Well, as we were saying, we got used to sharing what we liked and liking what was shared.”

“Relax, nothing bad is going to happen. In fact, when has anything bad ever happened between us?”

“Nope. At least, we hope it’s nothing you’d think was bad.”

“He won’t, will you? Like I said we’ve never steered you wrong, and plus it doesn’t take a mind reader to see that he’d enjoy it.”

“Well I’m getting to that, don’t interrupt.”

“Seems he might be more eager than we’d hoped.”

“As I was saying, we share everything. When you’re as close as us, it’s hard not to.”

“I’m getting to that, wow so impatient today. This isn’t like you at all.”

“Can you blame him?”

“Well if he’s going to keep interrupting then maybe it’ll have to wait. Patience is a virtue and he should be good and be patient.”

“Good. See, it’s not so hard to do as you’re told.. especially when the benefits are so tempting.”

“Oh you could see him wanting to say something, but he held back.”

“  everything, and we’ve both been talking and well… the subject of you came up.”

“And while we didn’t organise this sleepover specifically for this purpose, we realised it was an opportunity that was too hard to pass up.”

“She’s not always the most patient either.”

“I’m not impatient, I just know what I want and will work to make it happen.”

“And there is absolutely something we would like to make happen. And I very intentionally used the word we.”

“You can talk now.”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. I mean is it that surprising, we haven’t exactly been shy about our interest in you over the last few weeks?”

“I kinda thought you were ignoring us or playing dumb.”

“No, he’d never do that, he’s a good boy and he wouldn’t act like that, would you.”

“See, I told you. Now, is it something you’d like?”

“Amazing, that’s just what we want to hear.”

“You two look so good while kissing.”

“Now you should kiss her.”

“He takes instructions so well.”

“He really does.”

“Now, lay back. Yes, just like that, that’s a good boy. It’s all going to be okay.”

“We’re going to take such good care of you. Would you like that?”

“Good. Then let us see how much you want us.”

“Mmm, such a beautiful cock, already so hard for us…”

“He’s so eager. The way he watched your boots come off I thought his eyes would pop out”

“Well if he’s good plenty more might come off.” “Do you want to do the honors?”

“Mmm, of course.”

“Mmm, look at you. Does that feel good? Do you like her hand wrapped around your cock, slowly stroking up and down?”

“You can tell he’s enjoying it, I mean look at him.”

“Do you like that? Seeing her hand wrapped around your cock, those pretty black nails of hers teasing you?”

“Uh uh, use your words properly.”

“That’s it, such a good boy. And how about the feel of my hand around your cock now as well?”

“Mmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Is this what you wanted? Did you fantasize about two pretty goth girls stroking you like this?”

“You know he did. Look at him. He’s barely holding it together… so hard for us.”

“Well can you blame him? Look at how well we work together… how good it must feel… mm, do you like when we stroke you like this?”

“Mmm, what did you have in mind? It looks like he’s ready for anything… aren’t you?”

“I want to play too. Teasing him like this… I want more.”

“Do you think he’s ready to be inside you?” “Have you been good enough to earn it?”

“Hm, I think he has… Do you want to fuck me, good boy?”

“That’s a yes if I’ve ever seen one… okay then, take it all off, let him see you”

“Hmm, the skirt can come off, but I’m keeping my t-shirt on, for now at least. You’ll need to show me how good you can be to earn that.”

“Are you ready? Be still now and let me…”

“Well, does it?”

“I think you’ve made him speechless…”

“Ah-ah.  We’re starting slowly, you don’t need to move, I’m in charge right now. You just let me take what I need… mmm.”

“You look so good… he’s being so good for you. We should reward him…. Can I kiss him?”

“You can.”

“Do you like that, the feel of her soft lips as I grind on your cock?”

“Sounds like he’s not the only one enjoying it.”

“Mm, he feels so good. But remember, hands down. You can look but don’t touch… that’s it, mmm yes. Good boy.”

“Both of you sound so good… those moans…”

“Mmm, he’s doing so well for us.”

“You both look so good.. But I want to do more than watch… Can I try?”

“Of course.”

“Fuck, he does feel good.”

“He does.. And you look so good riding him like that. His pretty cock feels amazing, doesn’t it? and he’s so good at doing what he’s told.”

“Mmm, you’re doing so good for us. You love being fucked by two goth girls, don’t you?”

“You’re doing such a good job. Does it feel so good?”

“He is, he’s doing so good.”

“That’s it, you’re doing so good, doesn’t her using your cock feel so fucking good?”

“It definitely feels good for me.”

“Yes, he’s getting close, you can hear it.”

“And I can feel it.”

“You can’t cum until I tell you, do you understand?”

“Look at him nod, he’s so lost in how good you feel, he can’t even speak… he must be trying so hard not to cum.”

“He’s doing so good. Don’t say anything, don’t stop. Just let me.. Mmm, just like that. Does it feel good?”

“He’s so desperate, you must feel so good… he can barely hold back.”

“I’m going to count you down, and when I hit zero, you can cum, do you understand?”

“Good boy” “Ten…Nine…Eight…Seven.”

“He’s really fighting to hold on.”

“Six…Five…Four…You’re doing such a good job…Three…Two.”

“One…Cum, cum for me.”

“Oh fuck yes, listen to him cum….”

“That’s it, that’s our good boy, oh you’ve done so well.”

“He really did amazing.”

“Yes he did. I told you he would be good at this.”

“You were right.”

“How did that feel?”

“That good huh? Maybe so good, we could do it again?”

“I knew he’d like it.”

“And hey, at least now he can brag about his sleepovers.”

“And we’ll make sure he has plenty to brag about.”

“Definitely. And there are so many more things I want to try…”

“We’ll need to make sure he’s well rested for next time.”

“He will be, won’t you?”

“See, he listens so well.”