Weeks, maybe months, passed since either twin had seen some action, since Paige convinced them to stop.
Now, in the middle of the afternoon, all three of their last threesome were walking through the mall, dodging passers by and perfume saleswomen.
Sheldon was clutching to his backpack as Missy and Paige walked hand- in- hand, like a dating couple.
They had just exited Hot Topic, where Sheldon narrowly prevented the two girls from stealing a bottle of body glitter, so he was a little on edge, suspicious of them.
To prevent them from doing anything else, he picked up his pace, still walking as running indoors was frowned upon.
"Hey Sheldon! What's the rush?" Paige called out.
Sheldon looked to his sides, then over his shoulder, realizing he was leaving them behind. "Um, just, trying to get back to Mom."
He slowed down enough for them to catch up, but still held a considerable lead; they weren't catching up on purpose.
His feet stopped in their tracks until they were at his side, then started forward again. He made sure to keep his eyes on them, this time, watching their every cute laugh and sexy strut.
Sheldon could feel his mind become clouded, distracted, but, as they passed the restrooms, an Avon associate pulled him completely away from them. He reached for his whistle, then spun around, finding them about to walk into the women's restroom.
His legs moved him as fast as he allowed them, feeling like he was sprinting to stop them.
"What are you doing?" Sheldon asked, stopping Paige from pushing the door open. "We have to meet up with Mom."
Missy scoffed at him. "We're just going to the bathroom."
Sheldon shook his head. "Nope. We have a bathroom at home, we're not that far away. Let's go."
Missy looked at Paige, who side- eyed her back, signaling her.
"But…" Paige said, crossing her legs. "I really have to go."
Sheldon was almost positive this was another trap, but the more he looked at her face, the more desperate it became, breaking his confidence.
"Ok, but what do I do? I can't just stand here; that's prime bait for 'nappers, or… them." He eyed the Avon stand he had just escaped from.
"Just come with us." Paige said, motioning her head toward the door.
This was it. They were trying to get him caught. "I can't do that. I'm not a girl."
Paige rolled her eyes and pushed the door open, heading inside. "Could've fooled me."
Missy followed her, pulled by her hand. She motioned for Sheldon to do the same, whispering, "Just come on."
Sheldon looked around for any other option, but, finding none, slipped through the doorway just before the door closed.
He put his hands to his eyes, as to not touch anything, and as to not see anything. This was, until he felt a soft touch on his wrists, and a gentle tugging.
Reluctantly, his hands fell, laying into Paige's, who was standing very close to his face, normally uncomfortably so, but this felt almost nice.
"What are you…?" Sheldon began, but was interrupted by her lips on his, pressing, moving, as she pushed him against a wall.
She put a hand in the middle of his chest and sucked on his bottom lip, biting it, then suddenly back off, making his body beg for more.
His eyes were only half- open, hazy, but he could see enough to make out Missy walking hunched over, looking under the stalls.
"We're good to go." She said, standing up straight.
Paige smiled and pulled on his wrist, pulling him with her to a stall.
Sheldon tried to stop her, but he couldn't stop himself. "Wait… I need to wipe down the toilet."
Paige glared at him. "Do you really want to do that? Or, would you rather do me?"
This was an impossible question. On the one hand, he was incredibly backed up and his pants were being stressed, but, on the other, the thoughts of how much bacteria would be all over that stall made him want to be sick.
His hesitation annoyed Paige, who decided to help him out. "Then let me make the choice a little easier."
She pushed open the door to the stall against the far wall, a handicap stall, and walked in with the twins in tow.
Her hand released Sheldon and traveled to the waistband of her leggings, their thumbs sneaking inside. She slowly pulled them down, quickly showing skin as her black panties came down with them. Down her thighs, she bent over as she pushed them to her ankles, her skinny butt not hiding any of her from either sibling.
Sheldon, not believing this was really happening, looked back at Missy, who was leaning on the stall door, one foot pressed against it, her arms crossed.
She nodded at him, as if she read his mind, then motioned her eyes back to Paige, telling him to pay attention.
Sheldon's gaze returned to Paige, who had since kicked off her shoes and thrown all her lower clothing to the floor.
She bent over the toilet and spread what little cheek she had at him, looking over her shoulder. "Made your decision yet?"
Sheldon wetted his mouth and walked forward, dropping his backpack. He dropped to his knees, staring into his favorite place, besides Radio Shack. However, something seemed different. Maybe it was the lighting, or maybe it was the abundance of body glitter covering her ass, but it didn't look as pure and inviting as before.
He moved closer, catching the scent of perfume, but pushed forward and between her butt cheeks, which filled his nostrils with the smell.
His tongue snuck out of his mouth as he grabbed hold of his squishy surroundings, but, once again, found something concerning. She no longer tasted of skin and soap, now like Missy, but masked by something bitter, chemically.
"What's wrong now?" Paige demanded, not feeling his usual eagerness.
"It tastes different." Sheldon answered, pulling away.
Paige sighed. "Well, deal with it and get me off."
Sheldon grabbed his backpack and unzipped it. From the main pocket, he pulled a wet nap, which he ripped open and brought to Paige's skin. He wiped down her holes, the wipe's fluid stinging, making her flinch.
Once he found it sufficiently clean, he crumpled up the now dry fabric and tossed it into the toilet bowl, much to his pride.
"Are you done?" Paige groaned.
Sheldon leaned back in; it now tasted soapy, and smelled of weak alcohol, but better. His tongue moved up and down her crack, flicking each of her holes on each pass.
Paige could feel her face beginning to heat and her body start to tense. She rested her hands momentarily on the tank of the toilet as Sheldon lubricated her entire crotch and crack, making her unsure where her lube started and his spit began.
"Yeah. That's good. Now I'm ready." She said as she stood, pulling away from Sheldon's entranced face. She turned to face him and sat back on the toilet seat, spreading her legs as she rested her feet on the seat, as well.
Sheldon's body mindlessly followed her, making him stand.
Paige smiled as she ran her hands down her legs to the joint that met her hips. "You know what to do."
Sheldon unbelted and dropped his pants in record time, not even bothering to remove his shoes, eager to get back to it.
He shuffled forward, his erection twitching as he approached the beautiful sight, then straddled the toilet bowl and moved to her butt, to thrust inside.
However, before he could touch her, Paige grabbed his penis, stopping him.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked.
Sheldon stammered, trying to explain himself, "Putting it in your..."
Paige shook her head. "Not this time. If you want to fuck somebody in the ass, take that up with your sister."
Suddenly, Sheldon found an arm wrapped around his torso and one around his neck. From the looks of them, they were Missy's, appearing as if by magic. He could feel her mostly flat chest against his back, making him want to beg to continue.
Missy's arm around his torso trailed down his stomach to his penis and wrapped its hand's fingers around it. As she felt its girth, she softly said in Sheldon's ear, "Yeah. Do me in the dumper."
Paige tugged him, pulling the twins to her, and directed Sheldon's penis to her vagina, getting its head halfway inside before he managed to speak up.
"But, what about your period?" He said.
Paige clicked her tongue against her teeth as she glared at him. "I don't care anymore."
Her tugging became gentler. "Please, just do this for me."
Sheldon looked at her, not knowing why, but this was something she just needed to do, like Georgie before, but different. "Alright."
Missy released him and smacked his bare ass, wishing him luck.
In turn, Paige grabbed his ass and pulled him in, though her tightness prevented her from pulling him inside.
She moved her hands off his cheeks and gripped the rim of the toilet seat. "Whenever you're ready."
Sheldon slipped his arms into the pits of her legs and grabbed her thighs, her legs from her calves down hanging over his forearm. He held his breath as he prepared himself, and pushed inside her tight, virgin pussy.
Paige gritted her teeth as she felt him filling her and making room to fill her more. She tried her hardest to not moan, to stay strong, but, as he pulled out, the feeling of the base of the head dragging along her insides made her whimper.
Sheldon pushed back in, the sensation he missed so much surrounding him, amplified by the smooth, sopping wet tightness of her deprived first time, making him want to cum immediately, but he managed to hold out.
He thrusted his hips faster and faster as Paige finally let go of her shame, letting her mouth hang open as her eyes struggled to stay open.
Her grip clamped down, turning her knuckles white, then jumped to Sheldon's biceps and held on as her body spasmed, clenching around him.
Sheldon pushed in one last time with all his might, forcing himself into her narrow opening, and came hard, almost painfully, deep into her, her lower lips pressing against his balls.
As his orgasmed calmed, his cum seeped out, despite him acting as a stopper. It trickled down his shaft and down to her anus before dripping into the toilet, lightly splashing into the water.
They breathed hard, basking in each other's touch, Sheldon's knees a little shaky, and Paige's whole body still shaking.
Sheldon wanted to do something, touch her small boobs, go another round, kiss her, anything more, but hesitated, and the moment was taken away by a pair hands grabbing him by his shoulders, yanking him out of Paige, and spinning him on his heels.
Missy, with sneakers and jeans missing and yellow shirt unbuttoned, was staring him down with dilated eyes and a flushed face. She pushed him back, nearly into Paige's lap, but the pink- blonde spread her legs, letting him fall to the seat.
Paige let out a strange, satisfied, sound as their bodies touched again, Sheldon's butt against her crotch, his back against her stomach and breasts, and the feeling of his cum flowing out of her, now empty of his cock, only added to it all.
Sheldon's sister turned her back to him, showing off the little bit of clothing that remained covering her, then bent over, displaying it. From behind, clear as day, he could make out a dark area on her pink panties; she was extremely wet.
Missy took hold of her waistband and pulled down, revealing Sheldon's suspicion; she was glistening like it was raining in her pants. She threw her panties to the wall and widened her stance, erecting his spent member, then lowered herself, hot dogging herself before tickling her anus with his tip.
"My turn." She cheered as she slammed down with expert aim and sat on his dick, his cum and Paige's lube allowing her weight to force him inside, but not even all their slime could lubricate such a tight asshole.
The twins felt Missy's anus open as it swallowed Sheldon's penis, head then shaft, a strange soft- tightness that was different from their usual fucking, as if their bodies tried to reject it, whilst longing for it. The sudden penetration had her insides clamping around Sheldon, like they were trying to crush him, which, simultaneously, had his cum brimming.
The heat radiating from inside her was unlike anything he had experienced before, which he thought was odd, because he couldn't remember such a heat from Paige, though was likely due to his nerves back then.
Missy managed to relax for a moment, sitting on Sheldon's lap as he slid fully inside her. Immediately upon her soft sibling cheeks squishing against his entire lower half (bladder, thighs, balls, you name it) her anal walls hugged around him, prepared to rub one out of him.
This repeated, intense, feeling strained Sheldon's muscles to their limits, though weak they were, and were beginning to fail. His hands wandered rapidly around their surroundings, looking to hold onto something, but were too afraid to touch anything. That was, until they found something cold and soft to his sides.
Paige felt a pair of delicate hands grabbing at her thighs, Sheldon's, though they seemed to be massaging her, as they were too small to get around them. She wrapped her arms around his abdomen, between the brother and sister, feeling their skin against hers.
A drop leaked from the tip of Sheldon's penis, then, the dam broke free, not giving Missy's ass the chance to put in work. As his cum filled Missy as his penis had, his hands jumped to her hips, holding them, subconsciously trying to shove himself deeper into her, but, like his dick muscles, his arms were too weak to force her down.
Missy's body shuddered, stuffed so full that it needed to get it out. Her entire anus flexed and relaxed repeatedly, pushing her body up and Sheldon's penis out, both exhaling their pent up moans all the while.
As the head of Sheldon's dick popped out of her ass, and his jizz followed, she fell to the bathroom floor, heaving on her hands and knees. "Damn it… that was too much… how did you do that?"
Paige looked down at her friend's nearly naked body and decided to get them both off one more time. She patted Sheldon's butt, signaling him to get up, which he did on shaking legs, and she followed.
Missy looked up as she saw a shadow move along the floor, finding Paige squatting next to her head, her vagina spread a little.
"You good?" Paige asked, playing with the braid in Missy's hair.
Missy swallowed a breath and said, "Yeah, I just wish I could've cum at least once."
Paige leaned down, meeting her face. "You know, you don't have to get fucked to cum."
Missy lifted herself up, sitting on her feet, her hair covering half her face.
They looked into each other's blue eyes, and moved closer and closer, until their lips touched, then pressed together.
Missy's hands moved to Paige's hips and up under the back of her shirt as Paige's hands moved up Missy's stomach, across her chest, and to her shoulders, which she stripped of their yellow clothing.
Paige managed to pull the shirt down to Missy's elbows before she felt a weight pressing against her; Missy was pushing her to the floor, to which she obliged. As she felt the cold tile against her back, through her shirt, she slipped the last of Missy's sleeves down her forearms and off her wrists.
Missy's hands escaped from between Paige's back and the floor to her sides and up the front of her shirt. They climbed her ribs to her breasts, where they rested, cupping them, fingering their pointed nipples.
Paige's hands slid from Missy's arms, up her thighs to her ass, grasping her cheeks, and pushed down.
Missy followed her silent order, lowering her hips, pressing their bodies together, their clits touching. She rocked her hips, rubbing her body against Paige.
Whilst his sister and her friend had sex on the bathroom floor, Sheldon stood unmoving above them, his pants around his ankles and his penis rock- hard again. He wanted to shove it between them and cum on them, but knew that interrupting could spell his end.
The girls' hands stopped fondling each other's bodies and moved across their skin and up their arms to their hands, intertwining their fingers as their palms pressed together.
Paige pushed back against Missy, separating their lips with a string of saliva between them. Missy let out a disappointed moan, but, through her half- closed eyes, she saw Paige's cocked smile, letting a wave of euphoric trust wash over. They leaned back, relaxing on their hands, and pushed their crotches together, now kissing with their lower lips, swapping more than spit.
Sheldon couldn't stand it anymore. He reached down to his crotch and grabbed his raging erection, feeling the coating of the three's fluids sticking to his hand. His mind replaced his feeling of disgust at his own skin, at what they had done, with lust, his hand tightening around his shaft.
Both girls bit their lips and moaned, squealed, as they rubbed their crotches against each other. Their eyes squeezed shut and their mouths fell open, their heads struggling to stay upright.
Sheldon moved his hand along his shaft, the same fluids that had lubricated the girls now lubricating each movement. His heartbeat pounded and his body tensed; the idea of controlling all aspects of sex intrigued him.
Paige's head fell back, her hair dangling as she stared up at the ceiling, whilst Missy's fell forward, her hair falling over her face and chest, covering her breasts like something out of an old painting. Their breathing became sharp and shallow as their bodies quivered, their moans becoming nearly yelps.
They brought their hands to their crotches, shoving fingers into holes, bringing their orgasm to an intense peak, their bodies moving uncontrollably. Missy squirted a mini fountain into the air and onto Paige's stomach, while Paige managed a little spray, this time.
Together, the lovers fell to the floor, the cold porcelain against their steaming hot bodies, their chests rising and falling as they caught their breath.
Suddenly, they heard heavy breathing and groaning, then felt something hot and wet fall onto their stomachs, chests, and crotches. They opened their eyes and turned to Sheldon, whom they found bucking his hips as he milked out every last bit of cum his balls could produce.
His legs wobbled as he sat, the chill of the floor on his naked buns making him jump.
Missy sighed as she looked up at the ceiling. "You know, I was serious about marrying you."
Paige chuckled, sitting up and gazing at the mess on them. "I'd take you up on that, but I don't think I could give up dick."
Missy laughed to herself, managing to sit up, as well. "True. Me neither."
They looked at Sheldon, then back at themselves.
"Speaking of, we can't very well leave him like that, can we?" Paige said, seeing the mess on Sheldon's penis.
Missy shook her head and untangled her legs from Paige's, lube stretching between them. She crawled over to the toilet paper roll and rolled down a few sheets, tearing them off before handing them to Paige, then did the same for herself.
Up and down their skin they wiped, scooping up and cleaning off everyone's cum, strangely reminiscing in the last twenty minutes or so. The balled up tissues full of memories were thrown into the toilet and the girls' attention was turned to Sheldon.
They scooted to him, spread his legs, and put their mouths to his penis. Together, they licked up and down his dick's shaft and head, bumping noses, then made their way down to his balls, taking one each into their mouths until clean.
Sheldon felt his penis wanting to erect once more, but struggled and failed, spent, aching from his three orgasms. He looked down as they pulled their mouths away, and stood, wiping off their spit with his briefs as he pulled them and his pants back up to their proper place.
"Alright, now let's go meet with Mom." He ordered.
Missy and Paige shrugged, both knowing he was probably right after all that. They scrambled, collecting their clothes, and pulled each garment on, one limb at a time.
All three looked over each other, ensuring not a single thing was out of place, which, from as far as they could tell, was not.
Sheldon lifted his backpack onto his shoulders and pointed onward, directing the girls' out the stall door.
They exited with him in tow, then nearly lost him as he stopped to cautiously wash his hands at the sinks, careful not to touch any surface with his bare skin.
He dried his hands with a paper towel and continued, exiting the women's bathroom, one boy with two girls.
