In a quiet English neighborhood, the sun had barely kissed the horizon Harry stumbled out of his front door, nursing the hangover from last night's party. Well, technically, it was morning--10 a.m.--and James had only decided to leave a minute ago. All in all it had been a good night, other than the perpetual horniness he had been feeling the entire night. Coke had a habit of doing that. That, and the pretty twins that he had spend the first half of the night with, although annoyingly their mother had picked them up early.
Fuck it. He'd have a wank...or three instead. The stale taste of whiskey and baccy stuck to his tongue and the back of his teeth, his shirt smelled of smoke, his jeans clung to his skin. The cigarette dangling from his lips burned lazily as he tried to light it with an unsteady hand, every time he clicked the lighter he got closer to burning off his beard. His head throbbed but there was only one place he wanted to be. His sanctuary. The shed at the bottom of the garden. His home. Where no one ever bothered him. Where he could crash, smoke, and drown in the haze of his own vices.
He pushed open the door, expecting the familiar welcome of his Xbox, his weed and his cosy bed but what awaited him was anything but usual. Two figures knelt on the floor, backs to him, dressed in school skirts so short they barely covered their thighs. His heart skipped a beat when he recognised the twins from the party, both 19 years old, both eerily identical. One had blonde hair cascading down her back, while the other's was a stark contrast - jet black. They both wore lacy white socks, little school skirts and white blouses.
"What the...?" Harry's voice cracked as he took in the sight. What. The. Actual. Fuck. As much as this was a hot surprise.
"Didn't you two go home like, hours ago?" Harry asked, his gaze flicking between them, suspicion creeping slowly m into his voice. "And how the fuck do you know where I live?"
He ran a hand through his dishevelled, but curly, cute hair, shaking off the lingering fog of alcohol and exhaustion. He needed a line asap. Taking a slow step around them, he positioned himself directly in front of them, his eyes sweeping over the sight before him--two beautiful girls, kneeling, waiting.
For a guy like him? This wouldn't normally happen. Yes he got girls. He was good at fucking. Looked decent, with bright blue eyes, a nice olive tan and a full head of hair.
But not when he was half-cut, still reeking of last night's party. Not when his head was pounding, and his thoughts were a mess. But there they were, perfectly placed, perfectly willing. And despite the sharp prickle of confusion in the back of his mind, another feeling rose higher, hotter, harder.
Bonnie, the blonde, looked up first, her ocean-blue eyes filled with an unreadable mixture of innocence and play. "Surprise, Harry," she murmured.
Fuck. She looked even prettier than she had last night.
Ivy giggled, looking at her sister first, then back up at Harry, tilting her head as she leaned forward, slow, deliberate, until her cheek rested against his thigh. The heat of her breath bled through his jeans.
"We played that little truth or dare game last night, remember?" she purred. "How could we forgot those dares. Our panties were SOAKED! And you told us you lived on Hallslake Road...The house with the rose bushes out front?" Her fingers brushed his knee, tracing lazy circles, she dragged her hand up higher to rest on his crotch. "So we tricked mum, and snuck out and Came back here to continue the fun?"
Harry's thoughts raced as he took in their beautiful, slight figures. Surely, this was wrong? It must be. But he couldn't help but look at them again. The blonde twin's breasts were like two delicate flowers peeking out from the fabric of her shirt, while the other's were swallowed by the fabric, leaving only the faintest outline. Fuck he bet those tits were fucking mesmerising. His mind swam with confusion, the pounding in his head mingling with the sudden jolt of excitement that shot through his body. This was definitely not what he had planned for his Sunday morning.
"Your wishes have come true," Ivy said. "For the next twelve hours, we're all yours to do whatever you want."
"Like you told us yesterday, you have a fantasy... and we want to play a part in it." Bonnie continued..
Harry stared at them, his mouth agape. This had to be a fucking dream, right? But as they spoke, he felt a slight twitch beneath his boxers. Oh for fucks sake. His eyes wandered over their bodies, taking in the details. The blonde's nipples pushed against the fabric of her shirt, and he could see the outline of yellow sunflowers on her baby blue boxer panties. The waistband sat low, hugging just above her hip bones, the material riding up ever so slightly where her thighs pressed together. The black-haired twin's panties were red with white clouds poked out just slightly under her skirt.
Unlike the boxer fit of her friend's, these panties were tighter, more fitted, the elastic digging into the soft curves of her hips. He swallowed hard, his thoughts racing. This opportunity would never come around again, and he had no intention of letting it slip through his fingers. He took a step forward, his hand reaching into his pocket for something.
"Alright, if this is for real, let's kick things off with a fun," he said with a smirk, pulling out a small baggie filled with white powder that he had anticipated saving for himself as a post party wank bag. "Who wants a line?"
Even if they didn't, he for sure, needed one. Thank fuck he had saved that half for later.
The twins nodded eagerly, their eyes glinting with anticipation. He laid out lines on the table at the end of his bed, and they leaned in, their noses twitching as they inhaled the fine dust. Bonnie wiped a stray speck from under her nose, licking it from the tip of her finger before flashing him an innocent yet filthy smile.
