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Not much plot here. I just wanted a lemon with the RWBY twins.
Chapter 19: Twin Threesome Fantasy at the Mall
On Saturday morning, Lie Ren emerged from the steaming bathroom in nothing but a pink towel wrapped around his lower body. He sighed in bliss and started walking away, only to be stopped by Jaune Arc suddenly appearing in front of him.
"I need your help!" Jaune ordered. "Get dressed and meet at the Bullhead port!"
And with that, JNPR's leader ran back out the door, briefly greeting Nora Valkyrie on his way out.
Later on, Ren met Jaune and his brother Sun Wukong arguing at the port.
"It's totally fine!" Sun yelled. "I don't need some monkey suit!"
"It's called a suit!" Jaune shot back, ignoring the pun. "And it's way better than what you're gonna wear tomorrow!"
"What's he wearing tomorrow?" Ren asked Neptune Vasilias who had been standing nearby while watching in amusement.
"Just a grey shirt with a tie." Neptune replied. At Ren's raised eyebrow of confusion, he clarified. "Look at Sun's current outfit and replace it with what I just said. That's how he wants to go to the dance."
"...What?" Ren replied with utmost eloquence.
"I know, right?" Neptune said. "I know that we teenage guys tend to be a bit lazy on the fashion side of things, myself excluded, but there's a line between laziness and flat out disregard and Sun's crossing it. Thankfully, I have someone who has irrefutable authority over him on Speed Dial."
"We're all here now." Jaune disengaged from Sun to face Ren. "Lie... I'm just gonna say it. You are one of my best friends. These past few months, I feel like we've really bonded, as even though you don't say much, we worked so well when we Fused into Line. I mean, to be perfectly honest, I don't know that much about you, personally, but dammit, I consider you to be the second little brother I never had!"
"Aren't I enough for your brother?" Sun asked in mock anger.
"See if you can ask me that again after rechecking the boy-girl ratio of the Arc Family." Jaune rebutted before facing Ren again. "Back on what I was saying, I wanted to get your advice... on shopping."
"Shopping?"
"Yeah." Jaune sheepishly rubbed his neck while eyeing a pouting Sun. "My brother's somehow got the idea that it's okay to go mostly unchanged for the Dance tomorrow. Since I know you haven't picked a suit yet, we can all go together and make sure that Sun gets some proper duds along the way."
"...Fine." Ren replied. "I'll tell Nora and Pyrrha where we are."
"Great!" Jaune rejoiced before facing the Bullhead. "Now. Unto this death trap..."
"Wow." Sun commented as they got off Slagathor's ("It's Jeff for Oum's sake!") Bullhead. "It's been a while since I've seen you control yourself on transport."
"Fuc- gurk Fuck you." Jaune slurred, still recovering. As they continued on, he suddenly got a text from Roman.
TIME FOR A FAVOR
COME TO WHERE WE HASHED IT OUT
"Urgh..." Jaune groaned. "Sorry, everyone, an emergency just came up, so I'll have to divert for a bit."
While they looked confused but accepting, Sun slowly gained a dawning look of elation that Jaune quickly had to put down.
"Lie, I hereby grant you brotherly superiority over Sun Wukong." Jaune declared, ignoring Sun's wail of despair. "Treat him as you would treat a less violent, more mischievous Nora."
"Understood." Ren complied, joining Neptune in hooking an arm under one of Sun's arms and dragging him off.
Jaune sighed as he entered Junior's Club. The club was located in an industrial district in Vale City, easily in reach for customers of all kinds.
He should know as he was one of those customers. As he entered, he greeted some of the several gangsters around him. Some remembered him and greeted back. Some didn't and only looked at each other before cautiously stepping away, glaring at his hair for some reason.
"Hey, Little Knight!"
Jaune turned to face the bar, sighting Roman Torchwick and Neo Politan sitting over there. He headed over, taking a seat next to Neo and ordering a non alcoholic drink from Hei 'Junior' Xiong.
"Nice to still see that you can actually disguise yourself, unlike your idiot friends." Roman commented, admiring Jaune's clothes. "You even look totally different than usual."
Jaune had come dressed in a long, black coat with a red shirt underneath and black jeans with complimentary black boots. As for his hair, he had gotten some temporary hair dye to turn it black.
"With the Vytal Festival coming up, I need to better my disguises, especially as visitors who see me won't automatically dismiss my resemblance to Jaune Arc the Beacon Student." Jaune replied. "Also call me Miles. Miles Luna."
"Alright, Miles, Here's Favor #03." Roman teased. "Cinder Fall wants to do something during your Dance tomorrow. Don't interfere."
"Ignoring how you know about that," Jaune replied, while taking his drink from the bartender. "Is what Fall doing going to kill others in some manner?"
"Who knows?" Roman shrugged, taking a sip of his own drink. "It's even a miracle how Neo here heard it from Cinder's lips herself. Apparently, she needs to do something and the other two are her alibi."
Jaune sighed before talking again. "Speaking of which, I fought Mercury Black a while ago. He's skilled and very dangerous."
"They're all dangerous." Roman replied, taking a sip. "You didn't use your Haki at all, did you?"
"No." Jaune asked. "While Professor Goodwitch doesn't allow Haki usage in the combat ring, I could guess just how skilled and deadly Black was. As expected of the leader of those trio."
*PPPFFFFFFFFFF*
Roman and Neo's spit takes splashed all over Junior's clothes, hacking as Junior gratefully accepted a rag from Jaune while simultaneously cursing.
"Is something wrong?" Jaune asked while Neo got a rag as well.
"Just humor me for a bit." Roman cleared his throat before speaking again. "How did you come to that conclusion?"
"Well, I guess it's because of instinct." Jaune answered, reminiscing back to when he met all three of them. "Sustrai struck me as a thief. She's not essentially lethal but still someone to be kept an eye on in their presence. Fall on the other hand, struck me as one similar to me actually."
"Really?" Roman asked in surprise. "How does she relate to you of all people?"
"Ambition." Jaune instantly replied. "No matter how much one tries to hide that part of yourself, you can't hide that constant desire to be higher than your current position on the 'Ladder'."
Roman speculated on this. This was unprecedented but very welcome insight into Fall's mindset as Jaune's words fit with what little he knew about her.
"And the guy?"
"Mercury..." Roman raised an eyebrow at his hesitation. "terrified me a bit."
Roman's spare eyebrow went up as well.
"I mean, it's like," Jaune hastily explained. "I couldn't sense anything off him. Everybody, no matter how bad, give off this vibe of danger now and then."
"I get it from you two." Jaune gestured to the Gelato Duo. "I get it from Junior over here. I even got it from Fall and Sustrai but never Mercury. I mean, do you guys know that I've never even heard his footsteps? He doesn't have what one would call a 'quiet' personality but there are times I have to physically check if he's there. I swear it's like he's an assassin instead of some thug or mercenary."
"Really?" Roman said absentmindedly. 'Now that I think about it, Mercury's actually one of those few brats who have skills good enough to match their loud mouths. And if I consider Emerald's borderline worship of Cinder, Mercury is far more disobedient in comparison.'
Roman turned to face his partner as she tapped his arm.
"Do we tell him the truth?" Neo signed.
"Nah." Roman replied. "I wanna see his face when he realizes."
"Well." Roman stood up and paid for his drink. "I better turn in since this is gonna be the last night I might get to sleep in a real bed for a long while."
Jaune stared at Roman as he left the club through the back entrance, before staring at Neo. "It's noon."
Neo just shrugged. After sitting and just idly listening to the music for a while as the club slowly filled up with customers, Jaune nearly jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder just as he was about to leave.
He turned around to notice a pair of twins behind him.
The one who touched him was a teenage girl with long black hair with a straight fringe that covered her eyebrows and pale green eyes, highlighted by heavy cyan makeup. She wore an off white, strapless dress that gradually changed to cyan towards the skirt. It had a cyan layered feathery tulle that hung longer than the dress and a small bow in the top center part of the dress.
She also wore a pair of white thigh boots with red lace-up detailing. There were blades fitted to the rear of her shoes, seemingly connected to the heels. Twin silver chains ran from the back of the boots, connecting to a layer armored piece on the front. She wore cyan stockings under her boots with lace-trimmed tops that peek above the boots and garter straps that supposedly connected to her underwear. She also sported a pair of white forearm length gloves with cyan lace detailing running from wrist to forearm, accompanied by a silver vambrace on her left forearm.
She had a white belt around her waist which had twin silver chains on the front alongside a cyan gemstone in the center whilst a pair of cyan feather-like wings extended from the back. Her accessories included a white flower-shaped hairpin above her left ear, a white feather scarf with two short red feathers surrounding a long cyan feather on the left side and a silver pauldron on her left shoulder.
The girl next to her was similar yet different. She was a teenage girl with short black bob style hair with a straight fringe and pale green eyes, highlighted by heavy red makeup.
She wore a red strapless dress that was patterned with newspaper articles and had black and dark red lace layered tulle that hung down more than the dress, an off centered bow belt around her waist, a pair of red thigh-high boots with black heels and soles alongside white lace-up detail and twin silver chains running round from the back of the boots connecting to layer armor plating on the front of her boots.
She also wore lacy black stockings that peeked out over the top of her boots accompanied by black garter straps that supposedly connected to her underwear, sported a pair of black fingerless forearm length gloves with red lining around the tips of the fingers.
Her accessories included a large long wing-like red feather and two short white feathers above her left ear and a short black fur shrug held by four beaded chains with a white gemstone in the center.
"Hey there, hot stuff." The one dressed in white spoke to him boldly. "You're Torchwick's new lackey, right? If you aren't busy right now, we'll make it worth your time~"
Jaune blinked then turned to Neo who shrugged and took off herself. Jaune just sighed as his lifeline literally disappeared from his sight, the sight and sound of shattering mirrors accompanying her away.
"Ooh, they opened up a new jewelry place!" Melanie Malachite bounded across the tiled floor. "Come on, we have to take a look!"
"You should slow down so Miles can keep up." Miltiades Malachite said.
Melanie spun on her heel and grinned. "He'll be fine! Right, Miles?"
"Y-Yeah! Don't worry about me!" Jaune called, smiling as best he could whilst peeking behind the pile of boxes and bags in his hands. Taking a stumbling step forward, he panicked as a bag threatened to slip away and again as his back screamed under the familiar pressure. He sighed as this always happened whenever he went out with his sisters. It always started with holding someone's bag, then another, and another… usually Maya or Mona's. Now it was a different set of twins this time.
"Are you sure you can handle all that?" Miltiades asked as she slowed down to walk in pace with him.
"It's fine, really! I just have to get my grip right." Jaune was way to used to this for his own good.
She looked at him with her soft green eyes and cocked her head. Her hand reached out and snatched a bag from the top of the pile, which she hung around her arm. Not a lot of help, but the gesture was nice.
"Hey! Come on, you're missing everything!" Melanie called, impatiently tapping her feet.
The trio had already spent quite a while in the mall, with the twins having bought some stuff with their recently gotten allowance. Melanie's smile was bright and haughty as she dashed into yet another shop. At least it was impossible to lose her, with all her recently acquired eclectic glamour. A zebra-stripe shirt, space-themed tights and khakis shorts that didn't mix in the slightest with one another, let alone her pale complexion and contrasting hair, a sharp contrast to Miltiades' simple green tunic and bike shorts.
"I should probably stop her from spending her whole allowance." Miltiades said with one finger tapping her cheek. "It'll be annoying if she asks for mine."
Taking a short breath and straightening his back, Jaune followed, bracing himself for the slew of new boxes that was sure to come. What he wouldn't give for Professor Goodwitch's {Telekinesis} right about now. But Jaune was well aware that he wasn't a lucky person. So he persevered, chasing behind the two girls, mostly Melanie, as they darted from store to store. And his back hated him for it.
"Ooh, the color's really pretty!" Melanie cooed over a pendant. She plucked it from the stand and held it to her skin, turning this way and that, finally tying it around her neck. "What do you think, Miles?"
"Oh, it's, um…" Jaune tried to think of something to say, but the words rapidly tumbled out of his head as Melanie tugged the collar of her shirt down, letting the pendant slip off her shirt and onto her cleavage.
A flush of heat hit Jaune's cheeks. He reached for the closest available thought. "It's very, ah, p-pretty."
"Hmm?" Melanie cocked her head and blinked. A smirk tugged at her lips. "Oh? Do you want a closer look?"
She stepped toward him before he could answer, hooking another finger over her top. And around the tank-top she wore beneath, exposing more and more skin lurking beneath. A waft of her smell hit him with all the delicacy of a freight train. Every thought in Jaune's head crashed into one another. He stepped back, stumbled, and yelped as he tried to catch all the boxes again.
Melanie giggled, "Jeez, you're really clumsy, huh? Something distracting you?"
"No, no! I was just, um-" Jaune scrambled for an excuse, but Melanie had already darted past him to gasp at another sparkly necklace. He sighed with relief.
At least until another box landed atop the pile.
"Okay, okay, just a few more places and we're done!" Melanie beamed.
"Wait, I haven't finished!" Miltiades squeaked, as her sister grabbed her and Jaune by their arms and yanked them out of the shop.
A few other shoppers and fellow pack mules shot Jaune sympathetic looks as shirts and dresses and cardigans piled up on his already over-stuffed arms. He flashed a few smiles back, trying to keep himself from toppling over backwards whilst his knees slowly lost the will to stand. Just how much did they need? His only saving grace was knowing at least half of it would end up back on the racks. Jaune suddenly hated himself for being thankful for his experience with his sisters.
"Whoops, excuse me!" Melanie said, squeezing past Jaune as she rifled through a parade of bargains. Her body pressed against his back, warm and soft and firm in so many different places. Her scent drifted past again. Her hands lingered for just a moment too long on Jaune's hips, and he swore there was something more to her smile as he hurriedly turned to follow her.
"Don't you think this is getting a bit much?" He asked, trying to hide his growing nerves and reddening cheeks.
"Hmm, maybe you're right." Melanie tapped her cheek. "I guess I don't need all those summer dresses. Aw, but they're all so cute. How could I choose?"
"I think I'm almost done." Miltiades said, "I just need a few personal things."
"Personal…?" Jaune asked. The girls shared a glance and snickered. Oh. Oh. His face lit up like a bonfire. "A-ah, right! I'll just wait here for you then, okay? You don't need me to-"
"What's the matter, Miles? Scared of something?" Melanie propped up on her tiptoes and leant in close. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed by that sort of thing."
"No, no! It's just, you know… its personal, right?" He tried to laugh it off and back away, but those smug eyes kept following. "You know. U-underwear, and all."
"It's only clothing," Miltiades said, "It's not like we'd be trying it on in front of you or anything."
"Although, it might be nice to get a second opinion on some of them," Melanie said in a falsely innocent tone.
It was Miltiades' turn to go pink. She glanced at Jaune and turned away, pointedly looking at the floor. "Its okay, Mel. I'll just grab what I need."
"Aw, but that's boring!" Melanie pouted, "Besides, I need to pick up a couple pairs too. And if it really bothers him, we can always stay away from the fun stuff."
Jaune gulped. 'Fun stuff…?'
A couple hundred images flashed into his head before he could stop himself. Stifling a noise somewhere between a squeak and a moan, Jaune grasped for any excuse he could think of, but it was too late.
Melanie had already slipped behind him, hands on his shoulders, insistently pushing him further into the store. He plaintively looked back at Miltiades as she trailed behind them, but her eyes refused to meet his.
So instead, Jaune kept his eyes firmly on the ceiling and away from the lace-covered mannequins and rows of unmentionables. Or as best he could, with Melanie's muffled tittering constantly pulling his attention back down.
A gorgeous woman who reminded him too much of Virgo looked out from a tall poster, hands on her hips, every line on her stomach airbrushed to perfection. And, for a second, it was Virgo, flashing him a wink and crooking her finger, to come and 'take her' as usual.
Jaune shook the fantasy out of his head. Adjusting the pile in his hands, he peered over just in time to catch Melanie as she leant in to whisper something into Miltiades' ear.
The Red Malachite stiffened. "Eh?"
Melanie giggled behind her hand, glancing over at Jaune with a mischievous grin. And in a flash, the grin was gone, back to her usual haughty smile as she leapt forward and grabbed him by the arm. "Come on, this way!"
"W-wait, slow down, we can take all the time we-" Jaune squeaked as a tiger-print bra flopped onto the pile of clothes, a scant couple inches from his face. He shook his head free of thoughts of the twins wearing those and turned away, letting Melanie guide him through the racks of bras and panties, and then swimsuits and…
By the time they reached the changing rooms, Jaune wanted to find a quiet corner and breathe for a few minutes.
The girls snatched up a pile of outfits each and disappeared into their changing rooms, leaving him to drop onto an uncomfortable chair, his payload of purchases stacked beside him. Thankfully, the row of curtain-concealed booths was tucked away in a little nook at the back of the store, almost like an afterthought, and no one else seemed to be using them. Jaune sighed and ran his hands down his face, staring blankly at off-white walls.
What had gotten into him today? He'd just stepped out to get his brother a proper suit but barely an hour later, he was disguised and being used as a pack mule?!
Jaune kicked the tiger-print bra back into its pile and tried not to think about who would be wearing it.
A curtain pulled back, and Jaune sat up.
"This sweater is a little big," Miltiades said, pushing her way out of her changing room.
Jaune had to agree. Floating down to her thighs, the pale green garment felt more like a dress. Its sleeve hung adorably loose on Miltiades' arms, flopping over her hands as she held them up like a raptor. Miltiades swayed back and forth, turning her bare legs and trying to peer down at herself, brow furrowed.
"Ooh, ooh! Give us a twirl!" Melanie said, peeking from her curtain.
She did, the loose hem spinning about her legs. Jaune gave her as warm a smile as he could, giving her a thumbs-up as she turned again. And blushed as he realized that was all she was wearing, with no hint of her bike shorts underneath. Nothing but long, shapely legs peeking out from a homely sweater, like those pictures he'd seen of girls wearing only their boyfriend's-
Melanie clapped, snapping Jaune out of his spiraling thoughts. "Ah, Miltia, you're so cute! Don't you think so, Miles?"
"Yeah, it's, um…" Jaune replied "It's your color?"
Melanie elbowed him.
Miltiades silently went pink. She tapped her hands together, the sleeves waving a bit in the air. Jaune could feel his nerves melt as she stared down at her feet.
"Aren't you worried it might, um…?" Jaune struggled to think of a delicate way of putting it. The sweater-dress did go to mid-thigh, but there was a lot of thigh still there.
"Huh?" Miltiades cocked her head. "Oh, you mean the hem? I don't think it'll be a problem unless I squatted like this…"
"I-I think I know what you mean!" He spun on his heel and tried not to think about the view behind him. Or Melanie's snickering.
The girls disappeared back into their changing rooms, leaving Jaune to awkwardly stand and wait. 'Couldn't they have gotten other girls to do this for them?'
"Oh, Miles," Melanie called as the curtain slid open.
He tried not so, so hard not to stare. Melanie stood tall and confident, clad in a monochrome camo print crop top that hugged her chest tightly. Very tightly. So much that Jaune swore it was starting to go transparent as it stretched across her breasts. His eyes wandered downwards, past her exposed midriff and down to where her short pencil skirt hugged her hips and thighs. Pale skin peeked through fashionable tears, leaving every little of her thighs to the imagination.
"So, how does it look?" She half-sang, stretching her arms above her head in a way that pulled her crop top ever-so-slightly further up her body. Melanie tilted her back, so every line of her toned stomach stood out, highlighting well-earned abs and hints of her hip-bones.
"Y-you look great!" Jaune said quickly. 'Dammit, that wasn't convincing at all.'
"Are you sure? I like the top, but I'm worried the skirt is too short." Melanie hummed, running her thumb along the hem. She turned around and cocked her hip, the black fabric creeping further up her thick thighs and tightly hugging her ass. "See? It'd be so embarrassing if it rode all the way up while I was dancing or kicking ass, right?"
A bead of sweat rolled down Jaune's neck as he swallowed.
"Oh, and what about the collar?" Melanie continued, running her finger along the inside of the thick leather band around her neck. "Do you think it's a little much?"
"M-much?"
"You know, too…" She smirked, "Slutty?"
Jaune's eyes bulged as something caught in his throat. He flicked his gaze from Melanie's face to the floor and back, over and over, feeling those green eyes set his whole body on fire as he struggled to think of anything. "No, no, of course not! I'd never think of you like that! I-I mean, I don't think you do. The outfit! It's not, um, slutty at all…"
He petered out, holding his jaw tightly together so he couldn't say anything stupider. Melanie leant against the wall, looking right at him as one hand played with her straight black hair.
"Are you sure?" She purred.
He nodded quickly. "I-it's very… you."
"Aw, thanks!" Melanie grinned, all the huskiness dropping from her voice. "I knew I could trust you. Don't worry, I've only got a few more I want to try. I think you'll really like them."
"Me?" Jaune asked.
She winked at him. With a sadistic giggle, Melanie slipped back behind the curtain, leaving Jaune to fail at processing what had just happened. He shook his head and slapped at his cheeks, trying to clear his mind of the anxious, intrusive thoughts.
Still, it wasn't like he'd been lying. That outfit wasn't slutty. Sexy, however…
He groaned into his hands. 'Please, let that be the last of it.'
Miltiades' curtain flew open. "I'm not so sure about this one."
She rubbed her arm, standing in denim shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, the rest of her long legs covered by black tights. Much like her sister, her midriff peeked out beneath a flowing white top that was just sheer enough to show the black bra beneath. A few bangles hung off her arms, and a long, wide belt added the only touch of color, the same iconic green of her eyes.
"Wow, you look-" Jaune stopped himself, reeling his thoughts back. "Good. You look good!"
"It feels a bit more... daring." Miltiades turned this way and that, a thin ring of pale skin peeking out past her shorts. Jaune gulped and surreptiously rearranged his trousers. They weren't tights. They were stockings. "Mel said it'd suit me."
"I-I think 'daring' is right," He scratched the back of his head and looked at the wall beside her. "But that's not always bad."
She turned around, looking in the mirror behind her, tapping her cheek and leaning forward and giving Jaune way too good a look at her from the back. The shorts hugged her hips and clung shockingly tight to her ass, her lovely thighs on full display.
"You sure it's not too much?" She asked, peering over her shoulder.
Jaune snapped to attention, trying to angle himself to hide his erection. "You look great, I promise!"
"Are you okay? You're acting kinda strange."
'Shit.' Jaune mentally cursed. "I'm just a little tired, is all. Um, maybe we could speed things up a bit?"
"If you're sure. I think I only have a few more. Not sure about Mel, though."
Jaune sighed as she shut the curtain behind her. Glancing down at the pile of clothes they'd left out there didn't reassure him. He flopped back into the chair and rubbed his temples, trying to calm himself. Getting all "excited" wouldn't help anyone, especially if either of the girls noticed. Unlike Virgo and Neo, he had no idea how their reactions would go, especially as Virgo and Neo had both been very blunt about wanting to have sex with him.
Both curtains pulled back at once, and the girls sauntered forwards.
The two of them stood in near-identical workout clothes. Tight, body-hugging yoga pants and tiny sports bras, both in black with stripes to match their colour schemes. Toned midriffs on full display. Muscular thighs covered by thin stretched fabric. And their full chests stuffed in strappy tops with deep necklines, cleavage proudly on display.
He'd always known they were curvy, obviously. But seeing them clad in nothing but form-fitting clothes made his heart race far more than their flattering dresses.
Melanie stretched her arms above her head, pushing her ample chest out, her cleavage threatening to spill out of the little black top. The very tops of her panties poked out from her pants like one of the women from those old exercise videos. She flashed Jaune a grin and cocked her hip, her hand sliding down the curves of her body and over a firm thigh.
"Does this fit me, Miles?" Miltiades asked, turning her back to him and peering over her shoulder, drawing his gaze down, down, down… all the way to where her yoga pants hugged a plump ass so tightly she might as well have been wearing nothing at all.
"Miles…" Melanie called, "I think my top's a bit too small, don't you?"
She squeezed her chest between her elbows, making the already straining fabric work overtime to contain the swell of her chest. Jaune's mouth went dry, and his head spun as he groped for an answer. He tried to speak but barely managed a stammer. He turned back to Miltiades, watching her gently bounce her buttocks with her fingers.
"I-I should go," Jaune stood up sharply, "I'll let you two finish, and we can meet back up outside!"
He yelped as Miltiades yanked him back. With a thump, he hit the ground ass first.
"We still need you to carry our things." Miltiades leaned over him.
Jaune looked up at her and immediately regretted it. Her boobs were right there. Practically resting on his head, barely contained in that tight sports bra. He clamped his legs shut and pulled his eyes away from the tantalizing hint of cleavage.
"Don't worry, we're almost done." Melanie loomed over him, hands on her hips, a knowing smile plastered across her face. "Just one more outfit to go. Right, Miltia?"
Miltiades nodded, running a large finger along the neckline of her sports bra. Tugging it ever-so-slightly forward, as if airing herself out, and exposing more of her modest bust. Jaune swore he saw a flash of tiny brown nipple.
The girls retreated back into their stalls, and Jaune genuinely considered running away. Not because he was scared- well, okay, he was. He was terrified! His heart thudded in his chest, sweat stuck his shirt to his back, and his lips were cracked and dry. He could barely form words anymore. They were absolutely doing this on purpose, and Jaune's nerves couldn't take it.
Girls. Pretty girls. Pretty, curvy girls in tight clothes, showing off in front of him. He'd scream and laugh and go just a little bit mad if he wasn't frozen solid. What was next? What could there be next, after those tight outfits?
The curtains pulled back sharply, and he got his answer.
Bikinis. Teeny-tiny black bikinis that barely covered a thing.
Miltiades stood awkwardly, her arms crossed under her chest, plumping it up either by accident or embarrassed design. The tiny black cups left nothing to the imagination save her nipples. The bottoms did no better, the thin straps tied into bows that dug into her hips and waist, leaving tiny peaks and valleys of pale skin.
"How's this for daring?" Melanie cooed, curling a finger around the bow at the front of her top. She actually filled it out better than Miltiades did as she threatened to slip right out of it if she turned too fast.
Jaune said nothing, keeping his mouth shut for fear he'd say something wrong.
Biting her lip, Melanie walked a little closer. Miltiades followed suit, their hips and chests swaying as they stalked closer, trapping him further into his seat. Jaune flicked between two different sets of green eyes, one smug and the other embarrassed. He sank as low as he could go and prayed they didn't look anywhere but his face.
"Is something wrong?" Miltiades asked, putting her hands on the armrest and inadvertently squeezing her chest between her arms.
"What's the matter?" Melanie teased, "Cat got your tongue?"
Jaune clamped his legs shut. It was a bad idea as both girls immediately looked down.
"Oh? Is this for us, Miles?" She grinned mischievously.
Jaune froze as she cupped his crotch. A soft gasp escaped Melanie's lips as she squeezed, running her thumb along the bulge in his jeans. Her eyes widened in shock before locking onto his with a hungry look.
"Did you get like this from looking at us?" She swayed her body from side to side, her full breasts moving like hypnotic pendulums barely contained by the bikini top. "You're a naughty boy, Miles."
His hips bucked against her hand, his cock straining against his trousers. Melanie leant in closer, a low, purring laugh in her throat. Her breath tickled his ear as she pressed her chest into his.
"We like naughty boys," She whispered.
"W-w-we?" He asked as his heart pounded in his chest.
Melanie moved to the side, and Miltiades was there, leaning over him, just as close, her breath shallow and her flushed face etched with embarrassment.
"It was Mel's idea," She mumbled, "But I wanted to see what you'd do, especially after Politan told us of your... session with her."
'Did Neo pimp me out?!' Jaune thought in shock.
Shoulder to shoulder, the twins crowded over him, smothering him in smells and warmth and skin everywhere he looked.
Miltiades' fingers slid up his shirt, her other hand trailing along his inner thigh. Melanie curled a lock of his hair around her finger and took a gentle bite of his neck. All while stroking along the growing, impossible-to-miss bulge.
Trapped, ticklish sensations racing across his body, mind overwhelmed and screaming, Jaune couldn't move. This was an entirely different scenario than he was used to after all. Someone undid the buttons of his jeans, and the panicking part of him wanted to break away. Another gasp from Melanie kept him there. Hands groped him through thin boxers.
"Oh my Oum," Melanie breathed. She pulled away and stared at his crotch, her jaw dropping as she felt her way up it.
"What? I-Is something wrong?" He finally asked, pulling himself out of the trance.
"Wrong? Oh, no. Not at all." She licked her lips.
"Wait, is that really his…?" Miltiades asked, poking along his boxers. She stared for several long seconds before looking back at Jaune. "I thought Politan was exaggerating..."
Melanie hooked her fingers along the top of his boxers and yanked.
Jaune turned scarlet as the girls gasped. Then he remembered where they were.
He sat up sharply, stuffing his cock back into his pants and hurriedly scanning the little nook. Even with no one in sight, his heart raced. "W-we need to stop. Right now!"
"Aw, scared we'll get caught?" Melanie teased. "After where you did it with Politan before~"
"Well, Neo had illusion powers!" Jaune hissed. "Something we are all lacking right now!"
"Yeah, that's what makes it so exciting," She smirked and reached behind her back.
By the time Jaune's panicking brain figured it out, it was too late. Melanie slipped her bikini top off and held it aloft. Not that he really noticed, as his eyes stayed glued to her chest. Her perky, full, utterly bare chest. Bigger than a handful each, sporting a dark nipple that jutted as proud as the expression on her face. Jaune's cock twitched in his boxers as his jaw hit the floor.
"See something you like?" Melanie shook her shoulders, her breasts jiggling and swaying.
"M-Melanie! You can't, I mean, you shouldn't…!" He almost pulled his hair out. Was this bad, was this good, oh fuck, they were going to be in so much-
Someone draped a skimpy top over his shoulder. Moving like a rusty cog, Jaune's head slowly turned and looked down at the bare-chested Miltiades perched beside him.
She covered her breasts with one hand, her face lit up, with one foot digging nervously into the ground. Miltiades reached down with her free hand and undid the bow on her black bikini bottoms, giving him a little embarrassed look. They fluttered to the floor, exposing her pussy for just a moment before she crossed her shapely legs.
"We should get inside a stall," Miltiades said quietly, "before someone comes and finds us."
With a big grin, Melanie grabbed them both by the arm and pulled them inside. It was a simple cream-colored room, one wall entirely covered by a mirror, with nothing inside but a small knee-high bench and piles of discarded clothes. Melanie yanked the curtain shut behind her before spinning on her heel, flashing them both a mischievous look and clasping her hands innocently behind her back. "So, Miles… we've shown you ours."
"They're u-um, very… y-you know," Jaune backed into the mirror, sweat rolling down his neck as Melanie stalked forward and Miltiades sidled up next to him. "Your b-b-b-b…"
"Boobs?" Melanie finished.
He nodded quickly.
She giggled, "Aw, don't be scared. I won't bite you! Unless you want me to."
Melanie clicked her teeth together and cackled as Jaune jumped. "You're so cute."
Miltiades slipped around in front of him, gently pushing him back against the mirror. Her eyes roamed over him, and her hands drifted down, down, down to his stomach. "You're pretty handsome too."
Cheeks flaring up, Jaune squeaked.
"And kind," Miltiades continued, fumbling across his torso.
"And so helpful!" Melanie chirped as she felt up his muscles. "And strong too!"
"Politan mentioned all this to us when we asked how a guy managed to stay alive and sane so long with her and Torchwick." Miltiades clarified.
"You're like the perfect lackey." Melanie said. "We were just too tempted as she practically advertised you."
"O-oh…really?" Jaune asked. 'That ice cream bitch really did pimp me out after all!'
Melanie took his hand in hers and not-so-gently pressed it to her breast. Jaune gulped as the warm, soft skin flooded against his palm. His fingers closed ever-so-slightly as Melanie's smirk grew.
Jaune gulped as Miltiades took his other hand and held it to her chest. A different kind of soft, a different kind of warm. A hard nipple digging into his palm as she squeezed it tight against her. The girls drew closer, their smells overwhelming him. Their breath misting on the cold mirror behind and beside his head, rustling past his ears and turning his face into a sun-blasted desert.
"Well, since you're getting all handsy with us…" Melanie breathed.
He shuddered as Miltiades' thumb traced along the bulge in his trousers. "We didn't get much of a look."
"Yeah, you hid it before we could!" Melanie giggled, "You've not got anything to be worried about, though. I don't think you'll be disappointing anyone with that monster."
She squished Jaune's hand between her chest and his, smothering him in her heat. He squeezed on instinct and heard her breath catch. The sound sent a shiver down his spine and right to his already twitching cock. Miltiades bit her lip and rubbed her thumb along his length, staring at the bulge in his boxers.
A pair of pink lips attacked Jaune's neck, and he clasped his hands over his mouth to stop the gasp. The girls shared a cheeky look before dropping to their knees in front of him.
"Come on, Miles," Melanie fluttered her eyelashes and squeezed her tits between her elbows, plumping up her cleavage.
"We won't tell anyone," Miltiades said, following her sister's example. "We promise."
If the twins did anything else, Jaune knew he'd lose control right then and there. He swallowed the lump in his throat and steeled himself for the worst. Their gazes lingered on his unbuttoned crotch as he hooked his thumbs down and pushed his trousers off. Jaune looked between them, but they just stared in rapt attention at his boxers as his cock strained against them like a tent pole.
Melanie licked her lips.
Miltiades gulped.
With a short breath to steady himself, Jaune pushed his boxers down.
"Oh, wow." Melanie tapped his tip and giggled as his cock bobbed. "Aw, I think it's happy to see me."
She leant in and gave the tip a gentle kiss. Jaune gasped at the second, and the third, the fourth… all the way down his shaft, her plump lips leaving a faint tingle across his sensitive skin. She wrapped a thumb and forefinger around his cock and made a little squeal as it just barely fit. Timidly, Miltiades joined her, brushing her hands up and down Jaune's shaft and eying him up as her hands wandered over his crotch.
"Careful, it's- ah!" His knees knocked together as Miltiades dragged her tongue along him. "Miltia!"
"Sorry, was that bad?"
"It was just a little sudden, I-I guess."
Melanie stared at his cock with a mix of awe and hunger, slowly stroking up and down its impressive length. Her palm grew slick with a combo of precum and saliva and soon, his shaft glistened in the harsh lighting. The wet smack of their hands filled the little changing room, bouncing around Jaune's mind.
"Wow, Miles…" Melanie cooed as she palmed his balls. "No wonder your clothes were so baggy, huh?"
"I-I didn't want to fall into that kind of trap," He mumbled, "After what happened with Neo, I- Ah!"
Melanie flicked her tongue over Jaune's slick, sensitive skin. With a satisfied sigh, she upped her stroking, rolling her thumb around the tip, smirking with each shudder and shake that worked its way up his spine.
Meanwhile, Miltiades kept her hands moving, jerking him off slowly like she was massaging him, gently squeezing and thumbing his underside. Drawing out every throb of pleasure. She glanced between him and his dick, her breath getting shallower. The sounds floated up and filled Jaune's ears, matched with Melanie's gentle lip smacks and slurps. Jaune's toes curled, and he gasped as Miltiades dove in with Melanie, the two of them staring up at him as their talented tongues teased him.
The sight burnt itself into his memory.
Melanie pulled back and took his tip into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue. Jaune hissed at the jolt of pleasure, his hands curling against the cold glass. Melanie moaned and massaged his thighs before pulling off with a lewd pop.
"I really want to feel this down my throat," Miltiades stated.
And there went the rest of Jaune's brain, surrendering to the bubbling lust at the base of his dick.
With a nervous gulp, Miltiades gently shouldered a grinning Melanie to the side. The White Malachite smirked from ear to ear, sidling up to Jaune.
And then Miltiades' lips slithered down his shaft.
Jaune could only grunt in response. Wet and messy and filling the room with slick slapping, Miltiades slowly upped her pace. Drew every short, sharp breath out of him as pleasure bubbled at his base. Faster and faster. Jaune's toes curled, and his breath caught. Melanie giggled and slipped away from him, kneeling beside Miltiades, the two of them looking up at him with hungry, pleading eyes again. She opened her mouth with a seductive 'ah', tongue mere millimeters from his tip. They pressed themselves closer as Miltiades bobbed faster.
With one last gasp, Jaune came, grabbing Miltiades' head and shoving his cock down the rest of the way, down her throat. Miltiades' eyes widened slightly as he held her head down, thick spurts of cum shooting down the girl's throat. She swallowed without complaint, audibly gulping down his cum load as he shot rope after rope, her tongue relentlessly stroking the underside of his girth and coaxing out more of his load, swallowing it all until he had no more to give.
Jaune released Miltiades and half-collapsed against the mirror, squeaking down as his legs shook and his hips burned. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back to catch his breath.
"You're still going?" Miltiades said in wonder as his cock still throbbed in the warm air, absentmindedly licking off some stray cum drops on her lips.
Melanie pressed herself against him, stinking of sweat and that enchanting scent. Grinding her swimsuit-covered crotch on his thigh, Melanie slowly walked her fingers down his torso and back up under his shirt.
"Can you feel that, Miles? I'm absolutely soaked," She purred, "And I know you're way too kind and considerate to leave me so frustrated, right?"
Her lips got closer. Her breath tickled Jaune's cheek. Melanie's body pressed into his, trapping his cock between their stomachs and smothering it in her gentle warmth. Her hands and breasts laid on his chest, causing his heart to pound like it was trying to escape. He was a few inches taller than Melanie, but she felt like a giant even as she tilted his chin down with her thumb.
There were no words, just a slight smirk before she pushed onto her toes and kissed him. Not a chaste kiss either; a deep, intimate one, her tongue brushing along his. The kind that sent a single shiver down your spine just before you melted together.
Another body joined them and Melanie's lips and hands quickly vanished, replaced my Miltiades' as she pulled Jaune down for a new kiss. Feeling bolder, Jaune's arms found their way around the girls' waists. He squeezed enormous handfuls of their plump asses.
They broke away for just a moment as eager hands yanked his shirt over his head, and a torrent of kisses hit his neck and collar. A few choice nips from Melanie, a few licks from Miltiades, and all sorts of hands wandering across toned bodies.
Someone pulled Jaune's hand down to the bow on Melanie's bikini bottoms, and he practically tore them away. His fingers found her cunt and he ground against her burning hot and slick folds. Melanie's purr rumbled through him. Miltiades shivered as his other hand found her, plunging into her slit as she rubbed on his palm.
Melanie pulled away first, turning on her heels, and pressing herself onto the mirror, ass pushed out invitingly.
"How's this, Miles?" She snickered, "Don't keep me waiting~"
He could hardly turn down that invitation. Jaune stumbled forward and held her by the waist, running his eager hands over her body. Torn between holding himself back and gorging on the smooth skin under his palms, He gave her ass a squeeze and almost jumped at the soft 'ah!' that escaped Melanie.
"It's softer than I thought it'd be," Jaune murmured.
"Did you just call me fat?"
"Wha- no, I didn't mean-!"
She tapped him on the nose and grinned. "You're way too easy, Miles."
"You're one to talk," He said without thinking.
"Oh?" Melanie pushed her ass against him, grinding her cunt along his shaft. "I'm 'easy', huh?"
Jaune hissed and rolled his hips back. His cock peeked out between her buttocks, slick from pre and her dripping slit. He groaned as she worked herself on him, her casual hums a sharp contrast to his trembling.
"I guess I am pretty easy. It's not my fault this is so much fun." Melanie licked her lips. "So, Miles? What're you waiting for?"
"Are you sure this is okay? I don't want to hurt you or anything."
"You're really cute when you're nervous, but you don't need to be so scared," She said firmly, "Just relax and have some fun, okay? Make sure to give me everything you've got!"
Jaune flexed his fingers, staring down at her back. Well, she was a combatant, and this definitely wasn't her first rodeo. If something happened, she could stop him. And, fuck, he really wanted to.
Sucking in a short breath, Jaune grabbed Melanie by the waist. She cooed and adjusted her legs, watching over her shoulder as he lined himself up with her pink slit. The inviting warmth washed over his tip. Something grew louder in the back of his mind. Less coherent than a thought; a desire.
With a growl, Jaune plunged himself inside her.
Melanie tightened around his cock, her eyes rolled back. She hissed and purred as inch after inch sunk into her hot, wet, tight cunt. Jaune moaned and dug his fingers into her skin. He pulled her back, shoving himself down to the hilt, her shocked gasp rattling around his head and feeding that desire.
"Holy shit," Melanie muttered over and over, "Holy shit, holy shit…!"
He slammed into her, and she cried out. Slow, deep thrusts drew out Melanie's low moans. Jaune gasped and grunted, the smack of his hips hitting her ass filling the tiny stall. He could watch that plump ass jiggle all day. He gave her a smack and groaned with her as she shivered around his cock. The dirty, needy look she shot him only made it better. She rocked her body back against him, setting the pace and drawing out waves of pleasure.
"Not bad, cutie," Melanie teased, "But I know you're still holding back."
Jaune spanked her, and she squealed with delight. The nagging splinter of fear in his head told him to keep her quiet as someone could easily have heard that! He shoved Melanie against the mirror, her back arched, her tits squished on the cold glass and pulled her head back into a kiss. She shuddered under him and kissed back. Deep and intimate, breaking only when he slammed into her. Melanie growled and grabbed him by the hair, grinding her hips on him, her green eyes hungry.
The desire took over, and Jaune snapped. He fucked her against the mirror, picking up the pace, pounding her pussy until she mewled beneath him and he pulled her back into the kiss. Enough to make her knees buckle beneath him and her body quiver. He broke away from her, grabbing her by her wide hips, focusing on the way her cunt clenched around him. Watching her fat ass bounce as he ploughed her. He groaned, slamming deep, rolling his hips, pleasure mounting inside him.
"Th-that's more like it!" Melanie moaned.
"You're so tight!" Jaune hissed, thrusting harder.
He tried to slow down and prolong it, but Melanie shoved herself against him, urging him to go faster. Her hands slipped on the mirror. Her thighs squeezed tight. Her eyelids flickered as she moaned and squealed.
"Don't stop," Melanie panted, "Come on, come on! You're close, right?"
Jaune's answer caught in his throat as she pulled him into a deep kiss.
"We don't want to make any more of a mess, right?" Melanie giggled breathlessly, "And you cum so much! I guess that means you'll have to finish inside me, huh?"
He barely heard her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Jaune pulled her head back and slammed into her dripping cunt. She bit her lip and mewled, grinding against him, her whole body shaking.
"Yes!" She cried, eyes rolling back. "Come on, come on! Breed me, Miles!"
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as buried his face in Melanie's shoulder and fucked her as hard as he could. Jaune's hips screamed, and his body burned, but he kept going, feeling Melanie shudder beneath him.
With a snatched breath and a strangled gasp, Jaune slammed into Melanie and came. Pulses of pleasure ripped up his cock just as Melanie tightened around him. As her heavenly cunt milked him for every last drop, he groaned and ground his hips, pumping her full to the brim. Flooding her with his scalding hot seed, just like she'd begged. And Melanie's body wanted it all. She wanted it all as she whimpered against him.
Jaune pulled out and let his semi-hard cock flop onto her ass. A white haze filled his mind, leaving him unsteady. He and Melanie stood together, panting, sweat-soaked, moaning to themselves as their bodies wound down.
"So good…" She slurred drunkenly, grinding her thighs together. Cum oozed down her legs as she trembled against the mirror. Jaune ran his hands over her body and gave her one last spank, smiling at her adorable little yelp.
"Ah."
The two of them turned to find a very flustered Miltiades staring right at them. She sat on the bench, legs clamped together with a hand buried between her squirming thighs as she panted.
"Sorry," She said, "You two looked like you were having fun."
"I, um…" Jaune scratched the back of his neck. He'd completely forgot about their 'audience.' A very active one, going by how her fingers moved.
"No one came to check. You probably could've been as loud as you wanted."
"Told you," Melanie teased.
Miltiades dashed forward, pushing Jaune off her sister. Yelping, Jaune tumbled to the ground, hitting a convenient pile of clothes. Rubbing his head, he made to sit up before Miltiades straddled him, her shapely thighs enveloping his own.
"Sorry, Miles," She said without a hint of remorse. "But it wouldn't be fair if you just left."
Running her hands up his chest, Miltiades' stoic confidence faltered. She propped his cock up against her stomach, freezing as the tip passed her navel. 'How had this ever fit in Mel?'
Jaune gasped as she ground her cunt on his base. She closed her eyes and pushed herself up, his tip butting on her folds, before sinking down his shaft.
She shivered halfway down, her eyes half-open and vacant.
Swallowing, she pushed herself up… and slammed down, her firm ass smacking against Jaune's thighs. Jaune groaned, his hips jerking up, sinking deeper into her welcome cunt. Miltiades stayed there for a moment, shivering, mouth hanging open as her legs clamped around him. Her hand trailed up her stomach as if following the path of his cock.
"It feels bigger on the inside," She croaked.
"Are you okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Jaune sat up.
Miltiades shoved him back down. "I'll be fine. I-I just need to adjust."
She rolled her hips, and her eyelids flickered. Fingers circled around her clit. She pushed up and slammed down, everything jiggling on impact, her breath catching. And again, and again, building up to a slow pace. The slaps echoed through the room. Her tits bounced, and her thighs quaked, her ass smacking onto Jaune's lap.
Curious fingers crept their way around Miltiades' body. Melanie giggled, settling in behind her groaning sister. "He feels amazing, right?"
"You're much better than my toys, Miles~" Miltiades breathed. She whimpered as Melanie's fangs sank into her neck. Shivered and squirmed as expert fingers found her clit, while another greedy hand groped her bouncing breast. Melanie licked her way up Miltiades' neck, giving Jaune a cheeky smile, before pulling her into a deep kiss.
Miltiades' hips moved on their own, wildly slamming down on him in spurts before she broke down into a trembling mess. Jaune grabbed her by the waist and pushed himself, fucking her from beneath as she writhed in Melanie's grip. His cock almost hurt with every thrust but slowly, the pressure began to mount.
His fingers dug into firm buttocks. His thumbs traced over her hips and stomach. He pulled her down and pounded her cunt as that desire came rushing back with every moan. Every whimper. Every muffled cry of pleasure that filled his head.
Head lolling back, Miltiades snatched what breath she could. Her knees squeezed Jaune as her body trembled in his grip. Harder, faster, deeper, he kept pushing himself. Using her body like a toy for him to jerk off with whilst Melanie teased the poor girl into high tension. With one last, hard thrust, Miltiades screwed her eyes shut and squealed.
Jaune groaned as everything rushed upon him. The pressure bubbled up, sending pulses through his cock, pumping Miltiades full of cum as she shook atop him. As her body screamed silently, her legs in spasms, drinking up his hot seed, Jaune pounded at her, filling her cunt to the brim and flooding her fertile body while Melanie's fingers traced over the spot just below Miltiades' stomach.
And slowly, it faded into a white haze again. Miltiades drooped into Melanie's waiting arms, her eyelids flickering shut. The White Malachite purred, stroking along her sister's body, pulling loose strands of hair from her sweat-soaked face. Jaune flopped back onto the clothes pile as his body decided he didn't need a third go. Not until his legs stopped shaking and his lungs stopped burning, at least.
"So… still nervous, Miles?" Melanie teased.
KingVessel: Whew. It was pretty hard to think of a good scenario for the twins, but I think this turned out okay.