"Here it is, our new home!" my father announces, boisterous as ever, as we arrive in front of the place we'd be living at for the foreseeable future. A small and humble abode just big enough for the two of us. 

"It's nice. You have good taste, Dad," I say as I place one foot onto the freshly redone pavement. The cleanly cut grass is flawlessly green with blossoms and brushes bordering it. The inviting, off-white house is spotless with sky-blue trimmings around the windows and doors.

My dad grabs one of the boxes from the trunk, but I stop him. "Oh, I got it, Dad. I'll bring the stuff in, you can relax. I don't want you to throw your back out again. The moving guys will get the heavy stuff." I don't let my dad overwork himself. He's had back problems ever since he and Mom got in an accident... I do as much of the lifting as I can for his sake.

"Right. Thank you," he tells me, patting my shoulder as he steps toward the blue entrance. "You will let me help unpack!" he says. Of course, I figure he doesn't like having things done for him, especially since I'm his daughter. I have no problem with him unpacking the lightweights, so I smile and nod. "Yeah, of course."

And so, I take all our lighter boxes from the moving van while the movers take the heavier ones. It's sweltering outside and my thin shirt is so drenched, you can practically see right through it. The moving guys sure acting like they could...

As I grab one of the last boxes from the van, someone's presence startles me from behind; I start fumbling with the box in my hand, but I recover.

"Hello there..." a woman's seductive, sly words glide into my ears; my body tenses up and I turn my head around so quickly, it's almost rotating in a full one-hundred and eighty degrees. Her voice. sensual and velvety, tingles my spine for some reason. It's like a spell being cast on me.

When my eyes settle, I see two incredible women; a smaller one with brown hair and a kind face beside a taller one with black hair, and a more dominant look to her. She has a few tattoos; skulls, dragons, and other stuff you'd see on a Hot Topic graphic T-shirt. As my eyes scan her arms, I notice scars all over them; she even has some on her neck. They don't look self-inflicted. I glance at the woman beside her, she's smiling sweetly at me. It couldn't be her giving her those markings.

"Oh- Hello," I mutter; I can barely muster up two words. If I were to describe their eyes, I'd say the taller one has the eyes of a plotting fox and the shorter one has the eyes of a starved lioness. They both look at me like I'm fresh meat that was thrown in their enclosure. My body feels hotter than it already did under the scorching summer sun and there's a strange, new sensation around my upper thighs.

They both giggle, covering their mouths with their hands before going back to examining me with their animalistic eyes. "So cute..." the dark-haired one says under her breath. It's the same alluring voice as before, so I assume she's the one who first spoke to me.

"Awe, how old are you, cutie?" the light-haired one says to me in a kind, sweet, and motherly voice. If I had a tail, it would be wagging right about now. Her voice had completely enveloped my already boiling body in a warm embrace.

"Eighteen... I just turned eighteen last week." I don't understand why I can't speak normally; my voice is trembling, shaking as the words escape between my quivering lips. 

"Eighteen, huh," the dark-haired one says quietly, contemplatively. It's as if she's pondering about something after hearing my age, tapping her chin with a playful finger.

"Y-yes," I affirm.

'Why do I keep stuttering?' I'm thinking to myself. I'm not awkward around women or anything like that, but it's different around these two vixens! I'm not even attracted to girls! At least, I don't think I am...

"Mmm... well, we'll see you around," the dark-haired one hums as she speaks before turning tail and walking toward her garage.

"See ya, cutie!" the other one waves to me cutely before lightly skipping behind her partner back into their house.

'Holy shit.' I'm thinking to myself, feeling a sense of relief similarly coming off my chest to the moment when you get to a checkpoint in a horror game. My thoughts are racing with fantasies about both of them; what they'd do to me, what I'd do to them... I'm hooked on them from just that one interaction. 'What's wrong with me...' I think. 'Am I... Am I gay? Or bi?' I lightly slap my cheeks with both hands, 'No. No! That doesn't even make sense!'

I let these fantasies run their course as I bring in the last box and eventually help my dad unpack. Even as we unpack, I can't stop thinking about those girls; I keep imagining myself in scenarios with them until Dad and I eat dinner a few hours later. It's just some Chinese food we picked up since we're both too tired to cook.

I feel myself squirming restlessly in my chair, rubbing my quavering thighs together. There's a heat between them as the black-haired woman's voice echoes in my head like a broken record. I picture her pinning me to my bedroom, teasing me, running her slender fingers through my hair. That delicate, yet calculated hand of hers sneaks down to my chest, caressing me, using her index finger and thumb to tease my aroused nipple. I gasp; slowly, her other hand inches its way down into my waistband, slithering past my panties until I can feel her warmth mere inches from my untouched lovebud.

Then the doorbell rings, knocking me out of my trance. The heat between my legs is still intense; I can feel a warm, stickiness that wasn't present before that sick fantasy started playing in my head. 

"I'll get it!" I tell him as I sprint across the house; I'm so embarrassed... why am I turned on at the dinner table? What the fuck is wrong with me? I put my back to the front door and slide my fingers across the outside of my underwear. I bring my fingers up to my quivering eyes and my wetness is drenching my fingers.

The doorbell rings again, I jolt and look through the peephole. Instantly, my heart sinks into the abyss of my entire being.

It's them.

The two women I met this morning; the ones I've been fantasizing about all afternoon. They're the whole reason why my panties are so soaked, that I can wipe the outside with my fingers, coating them with my own disgusting, dirty juices. 

Despite my fears, I open the door, and I'm met by a bright grin from the brown-haired one and a sly smirk from the black-haired one. "Hello again," the black-haired one says seductively. "Is mommy home?" she asks me in a teasing tone, one that nearly buckles my knees.