Two little Nordic teens fuck the depression out of me

I gave them food and a place to stay and in exchange they fucked and sucked life back into my broken body.

I stood in the shower with my two young companions and couldn’t stop staring at their beautiful lathered bodies. They came into my life at one of my lowest points but their bodies, mouths put me on track to being the man I once was. They seemed to suck most of the heartbreak and longing out of me. Their young pink assholes and puffy nipples sure did do miracles to put a man back on track. I reminisced about the night we met each other, the young sisters and me.

Mister, said the boney little girl standing next to my car. Mister, can I have a couple of bucks? My sister and I haven’t eaten anything in a few days. I said, I can’t give you any money, but I can get you some food if you want. The girl started crying and thanked me. I told them to jump in car and we went through the McDonald’s drive through. I got them happy meals, I thought they could use a toy. I also got them shamrock milkshakes and chicken nuggets.

Where are your parents, I asked, do they need food? Mister, said the smaller of the two, we lost our parents. We took a roadtrip from Utah to Long Beach, they drove us to the beach one day and told us to wait. They never returned. We lost them. The older of the two said, they are crack heads, they never intended to come back. Oh, I replied, I see. How long ago was that? About two weeks said the older sister. Where are you staying? Well, said the older girl, until recently, an elderly lady took us in but then she caught her husband watching us shower and she kicked us out. Said the smaller one, she kicked us out with nothing but the clothes on our backs!
Look I said, I’m not really good for much but, I have some extra clothes at my home and you two can take a shower if you want. Ok said the smaller one. What’s the catch? asked the taller one. Only one catch I said, don’t rob me. My whole house is rigged with cameras. I’m trying to be a good guy and help you out.
Why? asked the smaller girl. Because I’ve been where you are, I said. My parents kicked me out at 15 and I almost didn’t make it. I smelled like shit, I felt like shit, and I did shit that no reasonable man should do.
Do you guys want some clean clothes and a hot shower or what? I asked. If you try anything mister, said the tall one, then I’ll cut your ass. It’s not that we ain’t grateful but like you said, people have been asking us to do shit that no reasonable person should do.

Understood I said. On the ride to my house I found out that the taller one was named Heather and the shorter one Rachel. Heather was 16. I introduced myself and told them how I was kicked out of my house at 15. I’m sorry Joe, said Rachel. Yeah, I’m sorry Joe, said Heather.

I unloaded them from my car and rushed them into my house. I gave them the tour of my modest little home and led them to the bathroom. I pulled some clean towels and handed them to Heather. She told me they were gonna take a shower together in order to be safe. Ok, I said, I’m going to lay some clothes out for you and leave them on your beds. Plus, remember there is a lock on the inside knob of the bathroom.

Also, if you are on drugs then there is nothing in the cabinets. If you guys are junkies then please take your showers and leave. My home is a drug free zone, no alcohol, no weed, and nothing stronger. Also, I said don’t walk around naked or anything, like I said almost every inch of this house is being recorded.

The girls came out of the shower and scampered into their room. They found clothes that almost fit them on the beds. They were tight but way better than their week old digs. I knocked on the door and asked that we place anything we were wearing into a black plastic bag. They did.

Where did you get these clothes ?asked Heather through the door. You’re not one of those big daddy perverts are you?
I replied, dated a lady named Lisa and she had two kids, a girl and a trans daughter. We had been together for two years and then Lisa reconnected with her ex, a DJ addicted to meth. He promised her that he was clean and the bitch gathered her kids and stuff and left me! That bitch stole everything I had worked so hard to have. Well, everything except the shit you see now. Including most of her daughters’s shit. That’s the reason I installed the cameras and security system. I don’t really care about my shit, it was shit. A five year old game system, a ten year old flat screen TV, a ten year old laptop top… none of that meant shit! It’s my girls that I miss. Anyhow, I changed the locks, put in the security system and bought some “new to me” appliances.
The girls came out of the room and we convened in the living room. We sat down to watch tv. I sat on my recliner and they sat huddled together on the loveseat facing the mounted TV. What do you want to watch? I asked them. Do you have MTV? asked Rachel. What, you wanna watch music vids? I asked. No, ridiculousness! replied Rachel.

The evening was uneventful. I got tired and gave Heather the remote control and went to bed. I locked my door and slept like a baby. It was late night and I heard a light mocking at my door. It was Rachel. Joe, she said, can I sleep with you? I’d rather not, I answered. Why not asked Rachel. Well I don’t know you and I don’t know how Heather would react to you in my bed. She might try to kill me.
No, said Heather coming out of the night shadows. I’m sorry Joe, said Heather, Rachel truly does need a warm body with which to lay. She suffers from Post traumatic stress syndrome, debilitating anxiety, and abandonment issues. Thanks mom and dad! said Heather sarcastically. Sometimes, her trauma manifests itself with a need for a masculine parental figure with whom to cuddle. It’s that or she rubs her clit raw.

If you want, I’ll join you guys, said Heather. I looked at these beautiful young women and said ok. I only had a queen bed but it was big enough for all of us. Rachel crawled into my stomach and Heather wrapped her arms around the both of us. We were double spooning. Into sleep.

I shed a little tear that night. Not because of pity for the girls but rather for a my shit life. I cried because I wished they would kill me during the night. My life was kind of shit. Enough for me to be picking up homeless girls that I wished would kill me. If I committed suicide then the insurance policy would not pay but, if i was murdered then the money would belong to his ex’s girls when they turned 18.

I woke up the next morning and breathed a sigh of relief that i was still alive. Oh well, said, Joe, maybe the next time. I realized the girls were not in the bed. For a moment i thought they grabbed shit and ran but then I heard laughter in the living room. I turned around and tried to go back to sleep.