Thank you for checking out my latest effort. It's been a while since I published anything and it's partly due to this piece. I wanted to try something new, and this is what it ended up as. As always, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it. All characters are 18 or above.
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Douglas McKenzie was sitting in his room, absently stringing his acoustic guitar. The walls of the 18-year old man's room was plastered with posters of great guitar players, and several CDs laid open on the small table close to his bed. It was an early Monday morning and the first real day of summer break. Despite the fact that the sun had barely been up for an hour he had not been able to sleep any further, which was why he now plucked at the tense strings with his calloused fingertips. A knock on the door brought him out of his trance.
"Dougie? We'll be leaving soon, will you just come out and say goodbye?"
His mother's voice came through the wooden door and Douglas put down the guitar, letting it rest on his unmade, messy bed. As he stood up he called back.
"Do you have to call me that still, mom? I'm not a kid anymore."
When he opened the door he came face to face with his mother. Josephine McKenzie was a fairly short woman, barely measuring 5.6 feet, with long flowing red hair that draped across her shoulders and down her neck and back. She was wearing a bright summer dress patterned with flowers, and a sun-hat. She looked at him through her glasses, the green eyes observing him carefully.
"You'll always be Dougie to me, my sweet son."
She gave him a big hug, her rather large breasts pressing against him. He did his best to not notice that fact as she spoke softly to him.
"Are you sure you don't want to come along? It's not too late to change your mind."
Douglas shook his head as his mother released him and took a step back. "No, mom, it's alright. You go and enjoy spending some time with dad. I'll be fine."
Josephine watched him carefully then let out a soft sigh before nodding. "Very well, your sisters are home either way so I can be sure you won't get into too much trouble. Just follow the rules we've set up, and things should be fine."
From the front door a loud man's voice called out. "Honey? Are we ready to go?"
His mother turned away from him and called back. "Yes, dear, I'll be right there!" She smiled at her son and patted his shoulder. "You'll come and wave us goodbye, won't you?"
Douglas nodded and walked with his mother down the stairs to the hallway that stretched all the way to the front door. There he could already see his tall father, two large suitcases at his side. Douglas may have inherited his hair colour and height from his mother, but the chiselled jaw, the high brow and the proud facial hair was all his father's doing. As they passed the large mirror in the hallway he snuck a glance at himself. The red curly hair that reached his shoulders, the light stubble on his almost square jaw, and the same green eyes as his father.
As they approached, his father Marcus spoke up again. "You stay out of trouble now, Douglas, alright? We don't want to get any emergency calls while we're sunbathing."
Marcus gave him a grin, knowing full well that their son was too shy to actually get into any real trouble. It was far likelier he would spend most of his time working with his guitar rather than running out in the streets, causing mischief.
"I'll be good, dad, you don't have to worry."
Douglas stood watching as he suddenly heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs and within moments he was flanked by two identical women in their early 20's wearing t-shirts and shorts, both taller than him, measuring more than 6 feet. They had red hair just like him and their mother, but theirs was straight and almost silky compared to his curly locks. Like Josephine they both had deep blue eyes, and their cheeks were speckled with freckles. Where he stood he was almost in eye level with their chests, and he tried to focus ahead, doing his best to ignore the closeness even as they pressed against his sides. As their parents got ready the sister to his right called out to them.
"Morning, mom, dad! Have a good trip!"
Josephine smiled gently and nodded. "Thank you, Kathleen. You two be good to your brother, alright? Make sure he doesn't get into trouble."
"We'll be careful, mom. I don't want to delve into my law books in case he does anything."
The woman to his left, Cassidy, gave him a small grin. Douglas groaned. He loved his big sisters, but they could be overbearing. Their parents grabbed their suitcases and gave them one last look.
"We'll call once we arrive at the hotel. We expect the house to still be standing when we come back."
Josephine gave them all a wink as Marcus opened the door. "Have a good break, kids. Don't overdo it."
The twin sisters to his sides replied in perfect unison. "We won't, dad."
Marcus nodded as they stepped out. "See you in two weeks."
As their parents closed the door behind them Douglas found himself acutely aware of his sisters and his proximity to them. Needing to get away he took a step back, escaping their ambush.
"I'm going back to my room. See you later."
He almost ran back to his room, closing the door behind him. He could hear his sisters giggling out in the hallway as he sat down on his bed, running a hand across his face. Two weeks. Two entire weeks, alone with his sisters. The sisters that he considered absolutely gorgeous. The fact that they were siblings was both a blessing and a curse to him. It kept him from acting on any of his impulses, not jeopardizing anything in their family. At the same time however, the fact that he had two incredibly hot twin older sisters when he was a young man, and a virgin at that, pushed him to his limits. Thankfully they had gone off to college so he didn't see them much, making things a lot easier for him. Now that they were back home for the summer though? It was going to be rough.
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Douglas opened his eyes, feeling a great need to get out of bed. The day had been pretty much torture, his hot sisters lounging around, not caring much about decency or prudence. His own room had been far too hot to stay in during much of the day, so he had to spend most of his time in the sitting room. This was made even worse by his sisters sunbathing out on the porch, their perfect, slim bodies on display in their tight bikinis. Douglas had found himself having to adjust his seating position several times during the day, and thankfully the copious amount of water he had consumed while he was watching the TV kept him hydrated.
This unfortunately lead to his current predicament, and as he was about to make his way back from the bathroom he heard a very faint sound coming from further down the hallway. Now curious, Douglas walked past his own room towards the plain door that still had a sign in the form of a heart, with the letters "C" and "K" painted on it. He crept closer, making sure not to make any noise as his steps were cushioned by the hallway rug. When he arrived the noises had increased in intensity only slightly, not enough for him to make anything out. He didn't quite know why, but instead of just walking back to his room he leaned down so his eyes were in level with the keyhole, a relic from the past since it was a old house. When his eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting he almost screamed. The scene in front of him was something beyond his wildest dreams.
