Summer Break with the Twins

And here I am again, waiting for Mr. Nico, the traitor who tricked me, in front of my mansion's gate. He was speaking with my father – they always have something to talk about.

Summer break was over now, but it had left me feeling hollow and mind-dead, like a zombie. You know, I found myself in a life-threatening situation. Let me enlighten you:

It all began on the last day of school, when we gathered at the school gate, our usual meet-up spot before Mr. Nico shows up. Somewhere along the lines, I started bringing my phone to school, so I was busy continuing my study, online, on women – the ones I knew were likely going to murder me if I didn’t have the right education.

Theo was reading a book, sitting on a nearby rock, giving off that “don’t talk to me” vibe. While Thera was leaning on the gate, staring into space with a flustered face. Her blonde hair was now in a bob-cut style, framing her face and accentuating those piercing red eyes. It made her more beautiful but menacing.

She then suddenly proposed a suggestion.

“Uhm Shrimp… you don’t have any friends, right?”

“Ouch, but yes.”

What a blunt way to put it. Was she trying to confirm my misery?

Thera's grin grew wider, “Great!”

“Is it, really?”

“No, that means you can come spend summer break at our place!”

Eh?!

An eerie wind swept through the gates, sending chills down my spine and interrupting my examination of her chest, which has made her become more identifiable as a female, unlike 6 years ago.

Back to the matter at hand – Thera had just declared what I could only interpret as my sentence.

“Oh, yes. He must be very lonely without us. Reminds me of that lonely twig on the side of the road.” I don’t need to mention who uttered that merciless statement.

“Why would I take such risk?” is what I wanted to ask them, but that would turn Thera’s now-smiling-face into a dark hollow, and I’ll be at the receiving end of the catastrophe.

“Well, I would love to spend more time with you guys; while I always feel like I don’t fit in here, and wear a gloomy expression, you guys still interact and talk with me. I’ve made it past elementary school thanks to you.”

As I said that, both the twins became embarrassed and awkward; Thera, face red, was avoiding eye contact. And Theo, also notably red in the face, played with a pebble on the ground with his foot, trying to escape the awkwardness.

PRICELESS

Me? I was smiling like a certain devil/ hero fire fighter in a certain anime, enjoying the rare bliss of embarrassing my tormentors.

“But I have to ask my parents first.” I stated, breaking the awkward silence.

“Ah! Is that so? Then I know your parents will approve. I’ll make the at-home-date really fun, okay?” Thera voiced in glee. She just can’t wait to test her torture techniques on me.

Hm? At-home-date? not home-visit?

*Baka Musume! Hahaha, nothing to worry about here, then. I’ve already won.

(Note: “Baka Musume” is Japanese for “foolish girl”)

Those over-protective parents of mine will never allow me to step foot out of the mansion, except for school! And actually, I’m not even going to ask them anything. And when we resume school, I’ll be like, “aww! I really wanted to spend summer with you guys, but my parents…Sob, sob…”

……But, as it often does, fate had other plans. Little did I know that the joke was on me, and my plan was going to be ruined before it even begun.

The next day, when I was coming down the stairs to the living room, I saw something so alien and odd: two twins, greatly resembling Thera and Theo, were chatting to my mother.

I rubbed my eyes, wondering if lack of sleep was playing tricks on me. But nope, they were still there, smiling and laughing with my mom like they were old friends.

I knew it was a bad idea to stay up throughout the night till 4 in the morning, reading books on women – now I’m seeing things.

“M-Ma’am, please allow Lukas to come over to my place for the summer!” the Thera-looking kid yelled in petition.

Great! Now I’m hearing things too – The real Thera calls me Shrimp, she shouldn’t know my real name.

“My, what a charming child. But throughout the whole summer? I also wanted a little of Lukas for myself too, you know.”

Gag me. What did she mean by "a little of Lukas"? Was I a timeshare or something?

“Ah, not a problem, ma. We’ll make sure to return him 2 weeks before resumption.” A certain blue-eyed dark cloud declared.

Return me? Like I was a library book? Now I’m merchandize that can be collected and returned? I understand Thera, she’s crazy, but what does Theo intend to do with me?!

“Well, if Nico-san’s grandkids are asking, I’ll just have to release him.” Mother said and glanced at my room direction, upstairs, ready to summon me.

“Oh! Look, Lukas is already here! Lukas, dear, pack up.”

Pack up?

“You’ll be going with these lovely kids over to Mr. Nico’s; behave yourself, okay? And don’t you dare do anything perverted to Theresa-san, just think about me if you feel pent-up.”

SHUT-UP MOM!!!!! (not that I can actually say that, for my continued well-being) And just look at Thera, blushing like some innocent cherry. If I ever DID try something perverted with her, it will be my first and last try, ever.

And my fate was decided just like that. Ah! Now that I look closely, Mr. Nico is standing with my father not too far from the kids, with a creepy grandpa-like smile on his middle-aged face – what a chimeric guy. I used to think he was my ally; how wrong I was. I even suspect he is the one who orchestrated this whole thing.

I packed my bags, sorrowfully, and Mr. Nico took me away to another prison branch.

……

As we stepped out of the spatial door, Thera ordered me with a beaming smile,

“Geez, wipe that dumb look off your face, we’ll be having lots of fun, I assure you! just wait in your room, I and Theo will get ready.”

‘Ready for my execution?’ I thought as I was taken away, upstairs, by one of their pretty and well-endowed maids.

I won’t say which area she was well-endowed in, perverts!

She had black hair, black eyes, well-shaped eye lashes, and a severe hourglass figure, maybe in her early 20’s. I received one hell of a view as I walked BEHIND her – it really helped cheer me up a bit. Hmmm, She’s my type…

What? I officially became a 12 yr. old, May, last month, so I can get away with these kind of thoughts now.

“This is going to be your room, don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything!”

“I don’t want you to leave…”

“E-he-he! Funny kid. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything!”

“Are you a broken android!”

With that, the exchange between a depressed me and a beautiful maid ended.

……