Those words froze me to my core.

“Did they know?”

“How?”

“Why?”

“And where did they find out?”

Those questions kept rushing through my head.

I stopped but didn’t turn around; I kept nulling the fact that they might also be lying.

“Should I just go and see what happens?” I told myself.

“Should I risk it to see if they know something?” I mumbled.

But before I could decide, a soft and gentle hand reached out and grabbed me by the arm.

“Got you!” said Cora as she hugged me by the arm.

I was so caught up in what Yara had said that I hadn’t paid attention to Cora, and before I knew it, my arm was snuggled in between two soft but very firm mounts of flesh.

As two 15-year-old girls from a good household, the twins were privileged to have good food and the most up-to-date nutritional supplements that accelerated and accentuated their growth. They were developing very well.

I finally turned around to look at Cora, but what caught my eye was that my arm had almost disappeared into what could only be described as an ocean of flesh.

Cora was wearing a very revealing red short-sleeve crop top with a V-neck that plunged past her chest, leaving her very white but firm breasts exposed. She accompanied this crop top with a black skirt that reached just above her knees. Her abdomen was also exposed, and you could see the outline of her abs forming already. She had a pair of low-top red sneakers on.

I had never seen her dress like this before. I was stunned for a minute before reacting.

I tried to pull my arm out of where it was wedged, but moving it caused different reactions. First, those mounts began to shake, which caused skin-to-skin contact. This sensation was new to me. I tried to act calmly, but I was sweating bullets inside.

“What’s this I’m feeling? It's very soft, warm, and electrifying.” I thought.

This new sensation, which I didn’t particularly hate, sent shivers down my spine. It also caused another reaction in me that I had not expected.

“No, this can’t be happening,”

“There is no way I could be attracted to her, could I?” I questioned myself.

“This is just a natural human reaction as I am a young man of 15 years,” I try to tell myself.

I was mesmerized by the feeling that I just stood there looking down at my arm, making me look a little bit like a perv.

“Hey, degenerate, are you done leering at my sister's breasts?” came a voice from behind me.

In a flash, I snapped back from my stupor, simultaneously pulling my arm out of that warm and tantalizing sensation.

I moved back a few steps from Cora and Yara as I looked at them with a hint of shame.

“My apologies, Cora; I don’t know what happened to me there for a second,” I said apologetically.

I was expecting her to be upset or at least a little disheartened. But to my surprise, she smiled from ear to ear as she looked at me.

I didn’t know if this was good or bad.

“Khyrum, don’t worry about it; I took the initiative to hug you,” she said, still smiling.

Stolen novel; please report.

“You didn’t do anything wrong; in fact, I would have been disappointed if you had not reacted as you did,” she continued.

“This at least tells me you are a red-blooded human being with a heart and feelings,” she finished saying.

I didn’t know what to say at that point. I stared at both of them for a few seconds before I went with my first thought.

“What are you girls down here?” I asked.

“What perv, have you forgotten what today is already?” said Yara with a sharp gaze.

I looked at her and wanted to say something, but Cora beat me.

“Don’t call him a perv, Yara,” she said coldly while staring at her sister.

Yara instantly knew what that voice & stare meant.

“Ok, ok, I won't say anything else about him,” she said sheepishly.

“But he can’t forget what today is,” she continued.

“I know today is the date, but it's still early,” I said without realizing the time.

“Early? In what planet do you live in that 5 pm is still early for you?” said Yara, raising an eyebrow.

“Shit, 5 pm already?” I said.

I looked at my PLE, and there it was 5 pm. I had not realized how much time I had spent with Roy as we were engrossed in our conversation.

“I’m sorry, girls; I lost track of time.”

I wanted to say I didn’t care about this date and would rather go my way, but since we agreed to go with Brandon, I knew he would throw another fit if we did not show up.

“Don’t worry, Khyrum, we are still within the agreed time. We need to move downtown quickly,” said Cora.

I nodded in agreement and started walking to the downtown area.

Cora and Yara were just a few steps behind me as we walked to the agreed date location.

“Did you see how he stared at you, sis?” said Yara, giggling in a low voice.

“I told you all you needed to get a reaction out of him was to be a little more provocative with him. All guys want that, sis,” she continued.

“I know, but I don’t normally dress like this; I wouldn’t do it for any other guy but him,” said Cora in a shy tone.

“Well, at least you know he’s not heartless and actually has feelings. You must work at getting into his heart, but this is a start for sure,” said Yara optimistically.

“Yes, now that I know he can feel, I’m going to double my efforts to get closer to him,” said Cora confidentially.

“Yeah, and if that doesn’t work, just walk up to him in your bra and panties. He already saw the goods, and you know he likes them, so you have that going for you,” said Yara teasingly.

“You!” said Cora, turning red. Then she chased Yara around as if wanting to shut her up.

As they got closer to downtown, Cora walked up beside Khyrum.

“Khy, what were you doing in that butcher shop?” she asked.

I didn’t need to lie, so I just told them the redacted truth.

“The shop owner is a friend of mine, and we were just catching up,” I said.

“Friend? Isn’t the guy about 30-something years old?” said Yara surprisingly.

“Yeah, he is like 34 or 35,” I said.

“How do you know a guy so old if you’re only 15 years old here in a few weeks?” continued Yara.

“I have known him now for about three years. When I was younger, I used to hunt in the forest and took most of my spoils to him.”

“After so many trips, we kind of hit it off, and now he is my only true friend,” I finished saying.

Both Cora and Yara looked at me with some reverence. They had never thought that I would be this independent.

“Let me ask you girls, what did you mean when you said you knew my secret?”

Both girls stopped before turning and looking at each other.

Cora looked at Yara with a hint of displeasure in her eyes. She was not happy when Yara blurted out that they knew Khyrum's secret. It was supposed to be a secret for a reason, but now her sister had blabbed it out.

“Khyrum, we know that….,” started Cora, but before she could continue, Yara interrupted her.

“Yeah, Khyrum, we know your secret is that you like girls with big breasts,” she said jokingly.

“That is why Cora dressed that way so that she could confirm it, and she did, didn’t she,” she said teasingly.

Yara’s words took aback both Khyrum and Cora. Both turned all shades of red.

Yara took Khyrum's reaction as acknowledgment and ran with it.

“Hahaha, see, you can’t even hide it anymore, turning all red and shit,” Yara continued to tease.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said as I walked away.

“Are you saying that you weren’t staring at Cora’s breasts just a little while ago?” Yara followed up.

“How did the conversation end up here?” I asked myself.

“Shit, it was me; I just remembered I was the one that started it. I’m a fucking idiot for falling into this trap,” I thought.

Yara looked at me like she had just caught a burglar red-handed and continued her verbal assault.

“Why are you walking away, pretty boy? Are you saying you don’t like my sister's breasts?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

I didn’t want to get more entangled in this conversation, so I pretended not to hear her and continued to walk forward.

“Don’t you ignore me, Khyrum,” she said, goading me.

“If you take one more step, I’m going to have my sister jump you and put her breasts in your face,” she said with a teasing smile.

Cora, who was by her side, just looked at her with this weird, unbelieving look.

“I can’t do that, sister,” she whispered.

“Yes, you can; you like him, right? So swallow hard and go for it,” said Yara.

What 15-year-old boy with hormones going at 100% wouldn't want this?

Answer: Me. Not because I was gay or anything, more than anything, because I was very naïve. I had not had a lot of interaction with the opposite sex.

I didn't stop walking.

"I neither asked for nor wanted this," I told myself.

Worst-case scenario: If they tried something, I would use my wind walk skill and disappear.

But before any of the scenarios played out, I heard another female voice call out.

“Ahh, the meanie is here,” said Eva in a playful tone.