Three Means 1

Green Trip

Dulce hesitated, but ultimately sat next to him on the bed, her thighs pressed together and fingers intertwined nervously.

    "Open your mouth," he instructed. Dulce's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked up at him, unsure of what to expect.

    "What?" she asked, her voice trembling.

    "Trust me," he reassured her, gently grasping her chin with his thumb and index finger.

    Dulce's lips involuntarily parted, 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 subsided, Dulce lay 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, imagining it leading her to a tranquil place.

    Her reverie 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 hesitation, she took the cigarette from the other twin's hand and placed it in Angelo's mouth. He accepted it readily, inhaling the smoke without a cough, his gaze fixed on her.

    "Thank you for decorating my room," Dulce expressed her gratitude to Angelo, deciding not to question further about the mysterious cigarette and simply enjoying the moment. His face seemed softer, clearer, in the dim light of the room.

    "You're a pretty boy," Dulce remarked, the words slipping 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, resonating deeply within Dulce's mind. The once-unclear lyrics now seemed obvious, and she felt a profound connection to the song.

    "Paul is my favorite," Dulce offered, unprompted.

    "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," Angelo added casually.

    The words sent a jolt 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 Angelo's words. She had never considered herself attracted to anyone of the same gender before. But as she looked into Angelo's eyes, she felt a strange fluttering in her chest, a sensation she couldn't quite place.

    Confusion and curiosity warred within her as she struggled to make sense of his words. Was this just a momentary impulse, or was there something deeper stirring within her? Unable to find the answers, she simply remained still, her heart racing with uncertainty.

As Angelo placed the wrapper back in his mouth and took a deep breath, deeper than before, Dulce braced herself for what might come next. But instead of exhaling, he surprised her by pressing his lips to hers.