I never realized how fast my piece-of-shit Honda could actually go until today. Classes flew by in a blur of daydreaming about the twins, and the second my last lecture ended, I bolted. Now I'm slouched in the driver's seat, parked across from their perfectly suburban colonial, feeling like some creepy stalker even though I'm their boyfriend now.

Boyfriend. That word still fucks with my head every time I think it.

I check my phone again: 3:07 PM. No new messages from either of them. I beat them here by at least ten minutes since they mentioned having a late class. The neighborhood is quiet except for the occasional bird and distant lawnmower, the kind of peaceful suburban silence that makes me hyper-aware of my own breathing.

My fingers drum against the steering wheel as I try to process how insane this all is. Their house is barely fifteen minutes from mine. The fact that they drove me here yesterday when we live in the same damn town feels ridiculous now.

A blue Toyota Corolla turns onto the street, and my heart immediately kicks into overdrive. I straighten up in my seat, checking my reflection in the rearview mirror. Hair's still a disaster, but that's fine.

The Corolla pulls into their driveway, and I watch as both twins emerge in perfect synchronization. Rose spots my car first, nudging Lilly with her elbow and pointing. Even from this distance, I can see the wide smile spreading across her face.

I step out of my car just as Rose breaks into a jog toward me, her auburn hair bouncing with each step. She doesn't slow down, just crashes into me with enough force to knock the air from my lungs, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"You're early," she purrs against my lips before kissing me with that same desperate hunger from yesterday.

When she finally pulls back, I'm dizzy and grinning like an idiot. "Didn't want to waste a second," I admit.

Lilly approaches at a more measured pace, books clutched to her chest, that familiar calculating look in her green eyes. But there's something softer there too, something that makes my chest tighten.

"Hello, Seth," she says, her voice controlled but warm. She leans in and presses a quick, precise kiss to my lips. "Let's go inside."

I follow the twins up the driveway, still riding the high of those greeting kisses. Rose skips ahead, fishing keys from her pocket while Lilly walks beside me, her shoulder occasionally brushing against mine. Every touch sends electricity through my system.

We're halfway to the front door when Lilly freezes mid-step. Her eyes lock onto something in their garage that I hadn't noticed before. "Fuck," she hisses, grabbing my arm. "Both our moms are home."

I follow her gaze to see two cars parked in the garage, a sleek black BMW and what looks like some kind of luxury SUV.

Rose spins around, her earlier excitement replaced with something that looks almost like panic. "Shit, they're never both home this early."

My stomach drops. Meeting the parents wasn't exactly on today's agenda, especially not after I've been fantasizing about their daughters all day.

"Should I leave?" I ask, already taking a half-step backward. "I can come back another time when…"

"What?" Rose cuts me off, looking genuinely offended. "Are you afraid of meeting our mothers or something?"

Lilly's eyes narrow slightly, studying my face with that intense focus that makes me feel completely transparent. "You're not scared, are you, Seth?"

The way they're both looking at me makes it clear they still want me over.

"Not at all," I say, forcing confidence into my voice even as my palms start to sweat. "I'm not afraid of that. Just didn't want to intrude on family time."

"Don't even worry about it," Rose says, waving off my concern with a flick of her wrist. "Mom and Dr. Mom will totally love you. They're going to be so excited we finally brought a boy home."

My anxiety ratchets up another notch. "Dr. Mom?"

"Our mother is a surgeon. We told you yesterday," Lilly explains, placing a reassuring hand on my lower back. "It's easier to differentiate them like this when they're together."

Rose is already unlocking the front door, seemingly unconcerned about the impromptu parental meeting. I try to straighten my posture as we step inside, mentally preparing for first impressions.

The moment the door swings open, I freeze. From upstairs comes a series of unmistakable sounds, rhythmic banging against a wall, accompanied by loud, passionate moaning and what can only be described as cheerful screaming.

My face instantly burns hotter than the surface of the sun.

Rose bursts into laughter, doubling over and clutching her stomach like this is the funniest thing she's ever witnessed.

Lilly sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm so sorry about this," she murmurs, not quite meeting my eyes. "Our mothers can be... enthusiastic."

The sounds from upstairs grow even more intense, making me wonder if I should just turn around and walk straight back to my car. But before I can decide, Rose cups her hands around her mouth and shouts up the stairs.

"DR. MOM! STOP RAILING BUSINESS MOM AND COME DOWN HERE! WE BROUGHT HOME OUR BOYFRIEND!"

The noises upstairs abruptly cease. There's a moment of complete silence, followed by hushed whispers and the sound of drawers opening and closing.

"Did you have to phrase it like that?" Lilly growls at her sister.

Rose grins, completely unrepentant. "What? It worked, didn't it?"

I stand frozen in the entryway, unsure whether to laugh or die of embarrassment. "Should I... wait outside?" I suggest weakly.

"Absolutely not," Rose says, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward what appears to be their living room. "They need to meet you. This is important."

"They'll be down in a minute," Lilly adds, her calm demeanor returning. "They're just making themselves presentable."

"I didn't expect to meet your parents like this," I mumble, sinking into the couch when Rose pushes me down. "I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion." I gesture at my wrinkled t-shirt and jeans.

"Trust me," Rose says with a wink, "they're in no position to judge anyone's appearance right now."

Lilly sits beside me, her thigh pressing against mine in a way that feels both comforting and distracting. "Just be yourself. They'll love you."

I hear footsteps on the stairs, and my heart starts doing Olympic-level gymnastics in my chest.

Two women appear at the bottom of the stairs, and I have to force myself not to stare. The taller one has steel-gray hair in a perfect bob that somehow hasn't been messed up despite what they were clearly just doing. She's wearing a crisp button-down shirt and slacks. Her posture is impeccable, shoulders back, chin up, not a hint of embarrassment on her face. This has to be Dr. Mom.

Beside her is a slightly shorter woman with auburn hair like the twins, though hers is definitely disheveled. Her face is flushed bright red, and she keeps tugging at her hastily buttoned blouse like she's afraid it might be inside out. She can barely make eye contact with any of us, looking like she wants the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

"Well," the one who seems like Dr. Mom says, her voice steady and authoritative as she surveys the room, "this is unexpected."

I stand up quickly, nearly tripping over my own feet. "Uh, hi. I'm Seth. Seth Miller." My voice cracks embarrassingly on my last name.

"It’s nice to meet you," Dr. Mom replies, her eyes scanning me from head to toe like I'm a specimen under her microscope. "I'm Dr. Victoria Harris, and this is my wife, Margaret."

Margaret gives a small wave, still looking mortified. "Hello. We... weren't expecting company."

"Clearly," Rose snickers, earning a sharp elbow from Lilly.

Victoria steps forward, extending her hand to me. Her grip is firm and professional when I shake it, like she's concluding a business deal rather than meeting her daughter's boyfriend.

"So," Victoria says, maintaining direct eye contact that makes me want to squirm, "you're the young man who's dating both of my daughters."

It's not a question, but I feel compelled to answer anyway. "Yes, ma'am. Since yesterday."

"Yesterday?" Margaret squeaks, finally looking up at me properly. Her face somehow gets even redder. "You've only been dating for a day and you're already..." Her eyes drift to my neck, where the twins’ hickeys are on full display.

Before I can even stammer out a response, Victoria's expression shifts from clinical assessment to sharp concern.

"Girls," she says, her voice suddenly steel-edged as she turns to Lilly and Rose, "you didn't force this young man into anything, did you?"

"No! God, no, not at all," I blurt out, horrified at the suggestion. "Everything was completely consensual, I swear."

Lilly steps forward, her posture rigid with indignation. "Mother, you know we would never do something like that. How could you even suggest it?"

Margaret's worried eyes find mine, soft with maternal concern. "You're absolutely sure, right? It's just that Rose can be a bit..." she trails off, searching for a diplomatic word.

"A bit what?" Rose explodes, face flushing with anger. "What exactly are you implying, Mom? That I'm some kind of predator? That I can't possibly have a boyfriend who actually wants to be with me?"

"That's not what I meant, sweetie," Margaret backpedals, looking stricken. "I just know how... passionate you can be sometimes."

"Oh my god!" Rose throws her hands up dramatically. "Just because I bit a few teachers in middle school doesn’t mean I’m a monster.”

Victoria raises a placating hand. "Rose, lower your voice. We're simply being cautious. Men are often reluctant to admit when they've been coerced."

"I wasn't coerced," I insist, finding my voice despite the mortification. "I've actually had feelings for both of them since high school. Yesterday was well, kind of a dream come true for me."

All four Harris women turn to stare at me with varying expressions of surprise. The sudden attention makes me want to melt into the floor.

"High school?" Margaret repeats, her eyebrows rising. "You've known each other that long?"

"We were in the same grade," Lilly explains, her hand finding mine and squeezing reassuringly. "But we never really interacted much."

Victoria's eyes narrow as she steps closer, her surgeon's gaze dissecting me. "So, Seth Miller," she says, her voice measured and clinical, "what exactly is it that you like about my daughters?"

My mouth goes dry instantly. It's the question every parent asks, but coming from Dr. Harris, it feels more like an interrogation than casual conversation. I swallow hard, feeling Lilly's hand tighten around mine.

"Well," I start, my voice cracking embarrassingly, "they're just so different from each other, you know? In the best possible way."

Once I start talking, everything I've been holding back for years comes pouring out like a broken dam.

"Rose is this incredible force of nature," I gesture toward her, where she's perched on the arm of the couch, watching me with wide eyes. "She doesn't care about rules or what people think. When everyone else is trying to fit in, she's got the courage to stand out."

Rose's face softens, a genuine smile replacing her usual predatory grin.

"I love her gothic style," I continue, warming to my subject. "The way she expresses herself through her clothes. It's not just fashion, it's like her soul on display. She's loud and passionate about everything she cares about. When Rose walks into a room, you can't help but notice her."

Victoria's expression remains neutral, but I notice Margaret's lips curving into a small smile.

"And Lilly," I turn toward her, finding unexpected confidence in her green eyes, "she's completely different but equally amazing. She's so composed and meticulous about everything. Nothing is accidental with her."

Lilly's cheeks flush pink, but she doesn't look away.

"Did you know she was the best sprinter at Melrose High? Three years in a row?" I'm practically gushing now, unable to stop myself. "I used to watch her at track meets, the way she'd analyze the competition, plan her strategy. Her focus is incredible."

"You came to my track meets?" Lilly asks quietly, her eyebrows rising in surprise.

"Every single one I could make," I admit, feeling heat rise to my face. "I told you, I've had feelings for both of you for a long time."

Victoria's eyebrows shoot up as she crosses her arms, a calculating expression settling on her face. She looks from me to her daughters, then back again, clearly processing my heartfelt confession.

"Interesting," she says, her voice cool and clinical. "And what about you two? What exactly do you like about Seth?"

The question hangs in the air like a grenade with the pin pulled. Rose's face lights up with that dangerous grin I'm coming to know so well.

"I love his dick," she announces without hesitation.

Margaret chokes on air, covering her face with both hands. "Rose!"

"It's magnificent," Rose continues, completely unfazed by everyone's horrified expressions. “I wish I had gotten to meet it sooner.”

"Rose, please," Lilly interrupts. She's staring at the floor, clearly mortified by her twin's candor.

I've never seen Lilly look so thrown off balance before. She's always the composed one, the one with the perfect response ready. But now she's fidgeting with her shirt, opening and closing her mouth like she can't find the right words.

"I..." she starts, then stops. Takes a deep breath. "We didn't have the opportunity to know Seth well before yesterday, but…"

She looks up, her green eyes finding mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip.

"The spark I feel when I'm with him is unlike anything I've ever experienced before," she says softly. "It's like I've been walking through life with noise-canceling headphones, and someone finally took them off."

Victoria's face shifts into a mask of clinical concern, her surgeon's eyes dissecting my love-sick expression. "Well, this is certainly more than I expected today." She turns to her daughters, voice dropping to that special tone parents use when they're trying to be reasonable but are actually pissed. "Girls, I hope you understand the responsibility here. This boy clearly has genuine feelings. Please don't waste his time if all you're after is physical gratification."

‘Is she seriously giving them the "don't use him for sex" talk right in front of me?’

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Rose explodes, jumping to her feet so fast the couch cushion bounces. "You think I haven't already fallen in love with him? He's MINE, Mom!"

Her eyes are wild, almost manic, as she gestures wildly between herself and Lilly. "No way in hell am I letting him go!" She whips around to face her sister, pointing an accusatory finger. "And for the record, I probably love him way more than Lilly does anyway!"

Lilly's composed facade cracks instantly. "Excuse me?" Her voice is dangerously quiet, the calm before a storm. "You've known him exactly as long as I have, Rose. Don't you dare quantify your feelings as superior to mine."

"Girls, please," Margaret interjects, stepping between them with hands raised like she's trying to separate two feral cats. "No fighting over Seth like he's the last cookie in the jar. He's standing right here."

I'm frozen in place, torn between being flattered and terrified. Did Rose just say she loves me? After one day? And Lilly's not denying it either, just arguing about the quantity of love?

Victoria watches this unfold with the detached interest of someone observing bacteria under a microscope. After a moment, she sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Seth," she says, her voice softening just slightly, "would you care to stay for dinner? Perhaps we could all benefit from getting to know each other better in a more... structured environment."

The invitation catches me off guard. I'm torn between wanting to escape this awkward family drama and being pathetically eager to spend more time with the twins. Plus, I'm genuinely curious about these women who raised Lilly and Rose.

"Yeah, that sounds great, I'd like that."

Victoria nods once, decisively. "Good. Margaret makes an excellent lasagna."

Margaret's face brightens at the mention of cooking, clearly relieved to have something to do besides watch her daughters fight over me. "I'll get started right away," she says, already backing toward the kitchen. "Seth, do you have any food allergies I should know about?"

"No, ma'am," I reply, "I eat pretty much anything."

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