In the charming town of Edinburg, Dulce runs her late mother's bakery. Her life changes when she agrees to a house exchange with a famous couple in Paris. Upon arrival, she is startled to find not one but two men (twins) sharing the house.
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Dulce hesitated, but ultimately sat next to him on the bed, her thighs pressed together and fingers locked nervously.
"Open your mouth." He instructed. Dulce's eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at him.
"What?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"Trust me." He reassured her, gently grasping her chin with his thumb and index finger.
Dulce's lips involuntarily separated, allowing him to bring the cigarette to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the tip of the unusual cigarette and took a deep breath. A tingling sensation spread through her throat, causing her eyes to shut tightly. The guy placed his hand on her back, tapping it gently as she coughed.
Once the coughing fit calmed, Dulce laid back on the bed. The room spun around her, her body feeling numb, and the vibrant colors of the room seemed to intensify.
Despite the disorientation, laughter bubbled up from within her. "What did you give me, you sick fuck?" she managed to say between interrupted bursts of laughter.
Instead of replying, the guy laid back next to her and offered her another hit of the cigarette. Dulce didn't protest; she simply accepted it, feeling lighter and more at peace with each inhale. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be carried away by the sensation of the spinning room.
Her daydream was interrupted when she felt the left side of her bed shift. Opening her eyes, she saw Angelo lying back next to her, mirroring her position. Without thinking twice, she took the cigarette from the other twin's hand and placed it in Angelo's mouth. He accepted it, inhaling the smoke without a cough. His eyes were on her.
"Thank you for decorating my room." Dulce expressed her gratitude to Angelo, deciding not to ask more about the mysterious cigarette and simply enjoying the moment. His face seemed softer and clearer in the low light of the room.
"You're a pretty boy." Dulce's words slipped out without filtering through her thoughts first. She reached out, placing her hand gently on his cheek before closing her eyes.
"Pierre, how about some music for the princess of the house?" Angelo suggested, turning his attention to his brother. As the music began to play, "A Day in The Life" by The Beatles filled the room. The once unclear lyrics now seemed obvious, and she felt a profound connection to the song.
"Paul is my favorite." Dulce commented.
"John is mine." Angelo replied before shifting to his knees. Dulce looked up at him, surprised to see him sliding behind her, his face now hovering over hers from behind.
"I could eat that boy up." He added casually.
The words sent a shock through Dulce's mind. Eat him up? But he's a boy. He wants to kiss... a boy?
Her thoughts raced as she processed the implications of his words. She had never considered herself attracted to anyone of the same sex before.
Curiosity built up. Too scared to find answers, she simply remained still, her heart racing.
As Angelo placed the wrapper back in his mouth and took a deep breath, deeper than before, Dulce braced herself. Instead of exhaling, he surprised her by pressing his lips to hers.
Her eyes widened, but instead of resisting, she found herself instinctively separating her lips once again. Smoke flowed into her mouth, mixing with Angelo's tongue as he deepened the kiss.
She felt a rush of sensation overwhelm her as he took control, his hand wrapping around both of her wrists and pinning them above her head between his thighs. Dulce's stomach tightened with desire; she wanted more.
Moans escaped her lips as he captured them with his own. Suddenly, she felt cold hands on her thighs, and before she knew it, her legs were spread apart. The realization that she was wearing a skirt only increased her feeling of vulnerability.
"Doucement... elle coule déjà." A voice cut through; it was Pierre's.
(Translation: Careful, she's already dripping.)
Right after saying that, Pierre's wet tongue trailed up her thigh, getting close to her bottom. Dulce's instincts kicked in. She jerked her head to the side, stopping the intimate moment, and squirmed in an attempt to break free from Angelo's grasp. Sensing her movement, he loosened his hold on her wrists, allowing her to sit up.
Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of Pierre kneeling between her thighs. "What the fuck are we doing?" She exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief.
The twins remained silent, their expressions unreadable as they looked at Dulce.
"This" Dulce gestured between them and then back at herself, "This can't happen again. It's so fucking wrong." She whispered, her embarrassment obvious.
"Don't fucking give me that magic stuff again. It makes me do weird shit like this." She added, her voice now more confident as she regained her composure.
Dulce knew deep down that the magic wrapper had nothing to do with her actions. She was fully aware of what was happening, and while the dizziness may have clouded her judgment there for a moment, it wasn't the cause of her decision making.
"We just want to please you." Angelo said, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Yes, we'll do anything for you, princess." Pierre chimed in, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. Dulce's heart sank at the sensation, but she knew it was wrong.
"No, stop." She commanded, closing her legs and rising from the bed. With determination, she walked towards the door.
"I-I will now take a shower. Don't try anything." She warned before stepping out of the room.
During her shower, Dulce was consumed by non stop thoughts, many of which she knew she would never say out loud. Despite the spinning room, her mind kept returning to Angelo's tongue and Pierre's soft lips on her thighs. But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside, reminding herself that what had happened was wrong.
After a long shower and much contemplation, Dulce came out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her body.
Deciding to take precautions, she chose to wear pink tights under her green dress to avoid any future foolishness. Completing her outfit with green Mary Jane shoes, she even felt empowered.
"Angelo, Pierre, I'm heading out!" Dulce called out, but receiving no reply, she simply left the room. Going down the spiral stairs was easier this time and, as she stepped outside the building, she noticed a larger crowd gathered than before.
Most of the protestors were young, around her age, and many of them held signs or glass bottles.
"Fuck." She muttered under her breath as she made her way through the horde of protestors blocking her path. Across the street, she spotted the twins standing on a corner. Pierre held a sign, but Angelo was holding something else.
A girl.
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