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Day 18 but only less than an hour before it was Day 19. Jason 'Jay' Jameson spent most of the day teaching the girls to properly drive… and once Sammy was done making his heart leap into his throat with her horrifically terrifying driving. Pammy was significantly easier… and naturally, the fact that he praised her over her sister led to another romp in the back of the jeep…
So, dehydrated, tired, and just positively done with today… Jay just lay in the back of the jeep being cuddled by the twins. His arms and legs were wrapped tightly by them, Sammy and Pammy on the left and right respectively. "Girls… GIRLS." He declared as they cuddled hard. "Girls come on… I need a shower and an undisturbed sleep." He bemoaned, and with some difficulty, pried his arms out from between theirs as they watched him playfully with inviting gazes that would've gotten a normal red-blooded man to just go back to being cuddled by two gorgeous blondes…
But Jay spent a good deal of time having SEX with them… he was tired. "Haah…" he rubbed his stomach, getting his clothes. "I think I need water… a lot of water, something to eat, and a shower…" he wasn't complaining he was just trying to make a list of the things he definitely needed after a marathon of sex and terrifying driver's ed. He then hesitated and sighed, "I'm going to have to go to the commissary and get some food…" he bemoaned as the twins blinked at him and then at each other before smiling playfully.
"Okay girls." Jay moaned, "Put your clothes on and head back up to the apartment. I'll run to the commissary and-" he blinked as he heard the fluttering of the tent flaps. He stared very briefly at the empty jeep. "…Oh no. not again…" he bemoaned.
…
It was barely 10 minutes before midnight so the commissary was mostly empty and was only staffed by a single private. Only there just in case there was an emergency or someone needed a midnight snack.
The lone private, we'll call him Carlos, sat behind the counter reading on his phone. He couldn't wait to be relieved because he had every intention of 'relieving' himself in the shower and then dropping in his cot. He glanced up at the clock, again, he was off shift in a few minutes… Might as well get a head start right?
He barely registered the doorbell tinkling as someone entered, more focused on avoiding the security camera over his shoulder as he quickly went to one of his regular 'sites'. Maybe an old reliable video, something simple…
Step-bro what are you doing?: No to basic.
Big Booty Black girl gets DP: Maybe later.
Street Slut blue plate special: Now THERE was a good one
He loaded it up on his phone. The actresses were dressed up like World Warriors Officer Chun-Li and Sgt Cammy… but they were obviously not the same. The Cammy actress had a bunch of tattoos on her legs and butt that the Sergent certainly didn't.
Trust me. EVERYONE has checked.
Still it was a hot one, plenty of tongue stuff and sloppy head… the things he'd do to Sgt White if she ever gave him the opportunity-THUMP. He blinked as a half dozen frozen dinners. He blinked at them before looking up and staring in awe at the twins. They stared at him coolly and the pig-tailed one pushed the frozen dinners towards him. "…Uh…" he was so awed by the two scantly clad beauties.
Did he die and go to Sexy Sgt. White Heaven? His brain hadn't quite remembered that earlier today the rank-and-file were briefed that Jay and the Twins had free reign of the base and a blank check within reason. But they were NOT allowed to leave for safety reasons…
Their own as much as everyone else. Carlos however was deep in his fantasies… if he couldn't have the real Cammy White maybe these two were more his level? "Ladies, how may I-" YOINK. He blinked, and suddenly his right hand felt much lighter… he glanced down and realized that the short-haired one had snatched his phone out of his grip without even realizing. "What in that-?"
"I can't wait to SUCK YOUR COCK." Moaned fake Chun-li from the phone as the short-haired Sgt. White and Pigtailed Sgt. White stared at the phone and the porn video as numerous debaucherously slutty noises echoed out from it. The girls curiously watched it, but they showed neither disgust or particular interest. They stared at the phone as he tried to reach for it.
"Hey give that back-mmgh!?" The short-haired twin's foot suddenly rushed towards his face before he could blink and he froze in his tracks, it was inches from his nose and he had no doubt it could've knocked him out cold. She stood on one leg, seemingly dismissive of his attempt to get his phone back as they kept watching. She put her toes on his forehead and shoved him back into his seat before putting her leg back down and continuing to watch the filthy, sloppy sex.
Then with a loud bang and tingle, the doorbell rattled as Jay rushed in. "Girls!" he shouted and suddenly Carlos was hit in the face with his phone.
"Agh! Fuck!" he snapped, falling out of his chair. "Ooow." The twins immediately put pretty, 'innocent' smiles on their faces as Jay jogged up toward them and panted heavily.
"Don't just run off! Why did you-" he then blinked at the frozen dinners. "Oh… did you go to get food?" They nodded together, looking pretty smug with themselves… nothing suspicious at all. "That's… okay. Uh… good girls?" they seemed proud of themselves, and he eyed the frozen dinners then Carlos as he climbed back up. "Oh hey, uh… what do I owe you for this?"
Carlos blinked tearily at him, before eyeing the girls. Standing behind Jay they glared with malicious intent at him. A dark psycho-like aura radiated from them as he cleared his throat. He didn't think they needed to threaten him, they had a blank check.
"No charge." He said, "Colonel Guile's orders." He rubbed his forehead, feeling a welt.
"Oh. Great." Jay replied, before scooping up the frozen dinners. "Girls come on." He said as the girls casually followed Jay out of the commissary leaving Carlos to watch the pair of sexy twins and their gloriously clothed backside wagging away out the door. He rubbed his forehead and eyed his phone, and the video paused. He slipped it into his pocket and resigned himself to old reliable in the shower.
Speaking of showers, Jay really needed and wanted one. He opened the door, to their borrowed apartment and carried the collection of frozen dinners inside. It was past midnight but he hadn't eaten anything but pussy for hours. "So…" he mumbled, checking what the girls had picked out. "Do you want to try frozen pizza? Or…" he checked the other one. "Spaghetti?"
Sammy grabbed the pizza and shoved it in his face only for Pammy to grab Spaghetti and push it on the back of his head. The frozen dinners on his head were pleasant, briefly, but then he pushed them gently away. "Okay! Just… help yourself follow the instructions and use the microwave… I'm going to shower." He said before putting the rest of the dinners into the freezer.
The twins quietly watched him go into the bathroom and heard the hiss of the water. They then briefly glanced at each other, and slammed the dinners together. A battle of wills took place in the kitchen, Sammy pushing her frozen dinner toward Pammy, and Pammy pushing back, back and forth the two went until finally Sammy just pulled away and went to the microwave only for Pammy to leap over the counter to get there first only for Sammy to grab Pammy's braid and yank her back.
And then they started fighting… well, not so much 'fighting' but squabbled rigorously. Hand slaps, hair pulling, ass smacking, the works… grappling together Sammy frowned then pulled away, holding up a hand, before putting it on her slender waist. Pammy, not to be intimidated, pushed up against her sister and stared her down. So after a moment of intense eye contact… they both turned together and headed to the bathroom. There was only one PROPER way to solve their issues…
Jay sighed under the cold water, letting it soothe his aching muscles. He had been running mostly on adrenaline so he didn't really care that he was under ice cold water. He sighed and turned the water off just in time for the curtain to swing open, revealing the nude twins. "Oh come ON!" he bemoaned and he was trapped once again between the two.
His face was between Pammy's chest as their hands began slithering over his tired wet body. Sammy pushed up against him from behind as their hands reached down and grabbed at his cock, stroking him slowly as he grimaced "Girls come on-Whoa!" He was always amazed at how FAST they moved. One minute he was face-deep in a pair of breasts and the next they were on their knees. "Wha-?! OOoh!" he toppled backward only for Sammy's hands to shoot upward and slam onto his back, holding him up.
Pammy opened her mouth, and engulfed his cock once again, going straight to the base as he went limp "NNGH!" he shuddered as Sammy and Pammy promptly imitated what they saw on the phone earlier. The blue plate special. "Haah! Ahh!!" But Sammy quickly lost interest in analingus and went for his testicles instead. "Hooo!" he wobbled, held upright by Sammy as she slurped up his nuts into her mouth. "Haa-haa!" they toyed with him as he wobbled uncertainly between them. Sammy and Pammy's tongues slithered skillfully as they imitated the video they saw. Pammy shot rapidly up and down his shaft as Sammy's tongue wildly wriggled around his nuts.
"Ha-waah-wait a second-nngh!" he groaned as Pammy and Sammy sucked the life out of him and he briefly passed out. Pammy blinked up at him, slurping off his limp member and licking her lips as Sammy popped off his sack. Pammy grabbed Jay's wrist, and together with her sister, they pulled him upright before shooting up together, pinning him between them.
"…Girls?" he mumbled between a set of breasts. The two were having something of a conversation before leaning him against the wall and getting out of the tub. He blinked and groaned loudly… "…Now I need to have another shower."
The girls, however, finally seemed to decide who was who going to make their dinners first. First Sammy and then Pammy… both of them ate their frozen dinners of choice, at least a few bites, before switching as Jay walked out of the bathroom. Ignored them both, then went into the bedroom to put on clothes. Then returned to find them eating their meals.
"…I'd say we need to establish boundaries." He sighed, "But I'm pretty sure you two don't listen to me anyway." They continued to eat Pizza and Spaghetti, "…I'm not even hungry anymore." He said tiredly, "I'm going to bed." He declared, passing them both and heading to his bedroom, not even bothering to try and shut the door, they'll just get out the windows again. He crawled into bed and flumped face down into the mattress.
Sammy and Pammy finished off each other's meals, then adjourned to the couch. They'll watch a little TV and then probably join him in bed. Though they were unceremoniously distracted by something called the 'World Warrior Channel' and they were soon sucked in watching old footage of their sister relentlessly beating on some guy in a pink Karate gi
Speaking of their sister.
"They're probably asleep." Guile declared as they stepped off the helicopter and in the same breath gave out orders to the Mechanics. "Get her fueled up. And I want two more just like it ready to go at sun-up, and with full crews." He declared, the soldiers saluting as Guile followed after Cammy.
"There were over 2 dozen dead bodies in that bunker." She replied, "All clones. I need to talk to them."
"Well all clones except for those dead mercenaries… which lines up with what Jason told me." Guile declared thoughtfully, "Once we get the tech heads in there we'll probably be able to get more out of the computers than you can out of those two, or Jason. The poor kid has been through enough." Cammy glared at him, but Guile was undeterred. "You can glare at me all you want but that doesn't make it any less true. He was a HOSTAGE of Shadaloo and through circumstance managed to find that bunker." She continued to glare at him. "…He's no more some a scheming mastermind, then I am Russian."
And I don't know if you've noticed but Guile's got the stars and stripes tattooed on his very powerful arms. Cammy sighed loudly, trying not to admit that Guile was right, but finally, she did. "You're right."
"Besides…" Guile then yawned himself. "You know if you bust in on him this early you're just going to anger yourself again." She sighed loudly, "Get some rest, you had a long day." He said, patting her shoulder and heading off to his own berth. "Well see them at sun up and you can interrogate him as much as you like."
Cammy was quiet for a minute, before tiredly replying. "I suppose we could all use some rest." She rubbed her eyes. "It's been a long day." Counting a couple of dozen of her dead brothers and sisters has that effect on people.
"Just let me go in first." Guile replied, yawning broadly in a moment of weakness. "…Less chance of me getting kicked in the face." He mumbled. "…Again."
End
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