Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Twin Bed Novels & Stories

Chapter 29: Rooftops Cory watched the sun set from the upstairs window of the village chief’s house. The Chief had several guest bedrooms in his house. Cory and Hayden were given the most spacious one. Blaython was asleep on the fluffy carpet at the foot of the bed. Titan and Sprout shared a room so technically Titan had his own room. Sprout would be sleeping in a shoebox lined with soft baby blanket. The chief had borrowed a pillow from his daughter’s dollhouse to give to Sprout. Sprout refused to actually sleep in the bedroom of the large dollhouse because the porcelain doll, dubbed Marcy, scared the little dweller. The Twins shared another room, and Venom and his mushrooms had their own r

‘Dane didn’t disagree with our plan. ***** The twins lay between us on the bed in Mallory and Eric’s spare room. They slept soundly and both in Human form. I had only been away for a short time but I missed them so much. Even watching them made my heart ache. “When the house is rebuilt, I think we are going to need a bigger bed. Especially when the new pups come along.” “Excuse me!” I whisper, trying to not wake the boys up. “Pup, not pups!”

When Travis taps his foot on the fully open bedroom door, I'm surprised to see that unlike the rest of his apartment, his bedroom has personal touches here and there. The first thing that strikes me is the full-size bed that is pushed against the far left of the room, not just because it's the largest piece of furniture in the room, but because of the distinctive olive green shuriken quilt that covers it. Interesting, as it's not something you would normally find in the home décor section of a store, but because he's a well-known military and elite, it's fitting.

“I love it. What a dream!” “I’m sure the twins will sleep in their own beds one day,” I giggle, adjusting Emma’s weight in my arms. Time feels like it’s moving so quickly lately. The twins are nearly a month old now and growing fast but still prefer to stay up all night, cradled in our arms rather than resting in their cribs. Still, the nursery is just… perfect. Everything I imagined it would be. A mural of the stars and moon is brushed across the vaulted ceiling, casting the room in a sleepy vibe that makes even me want to sit down in the rocking chair and close my eyes. Emory turns with Drake resting against her chest, patting his back in a practiced motion.

The room was decorated in pink and blue. The room was a wonderland of colors and creativity, perfectly tailored for the twins. On one side, the walls were painted a soft pastel pink, adorned with delicate floral patterns and whimsical fairy decals. The bed, covered with a fluffy pink comforter, had a canopy draped in sheer, sparkly fabric, making it look like a princess’s bed. Plush toys, from unicorns to teddy bears, were neatly arranged on shelves, and a little vanity set complete with a mirror and tiny stool stood by the window.

I slowly pushed open the twins’ bedroom door and peeked inside. To my surprise, they were both asleep. That alone felt strange because Andrea and Andrew would have definitely taken advantage of me not being around to stay awake longer than they should have. The room was softly lit by a small night lamp near the window. There were two beds in the room, one for each of them. Andrea had kicked her blanket halfway to the floor while Andrew slept stiffly on his back with his arms crossed like a tiny old man. The customized cot beside Andrea’s bed immediately caught my attention. Chloe had specially made it for the twins years ago, insisting they needed something unique that belonged only to them.

Twin Guardians 6 The night after the confession blurred into a haze of sweat and moans, but morning came with the twins curled against me on the bed, their identical bodies warm and sticky from the loads I had pumped into them. Vanessa on my left, her heavy tits rising with each breath, one leg thrown over my thigh so her cum-filled pussy rested against my skin. Valerie on my right, her thick ass pressed back into my hip, her hand loosely wrapped around my cock even in sleep. The collars around their necks—black leather with "Alex's Slut" engraved—gleamed in the sunlight filtering through the curtains. I smacked Vanessa's ass light to wake her, the jiggle making my cock twitch in Valerie's g

Phoenix said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. They stayed a few more moments, until her breathing slowed and the glow of her violet eyes dimmed beneath her lashes. ⸻ The Royal Wing – Moments Later Back in their shared bedroom, the twins settled into bed, side by side but separated by the bookshelves and rich drapes that divided their space. The stone walls were lined with war banners, training medals, and faded sketches of battles they used to act out with Ruby, Alex, Tyler, and the girls when they were younger.

99 ramen. ​I kicked the door shut and guided Julian to the bed. ​Calling it a "bed" was generous. It was a sagging twin mattress on a rusted metal frame, pushed into the corner of the ten-by-ten room. Julian collapsed onto it, the springs let out a long, agonizing screech that filled the tiny space. He looked around, his eyes glazed and unfocused, taking in the peeling floral wallpaper, the single hot plate on a warped wooden desk, and the stack of library books holding up the lopsided wardrobe.

I start the load, making sure to put in on the longest setting. That bedding has been through a lot. We change our bedding frequently, practically daily. But even then I feel it’s not enough. The amount of sweat and cum that all of our bedding has to deal with. God, I am so fucking glad I forced them to get a waterproof mattress protector. The twins didn’t care, claiming they were excited to fuck up their bed. But I did not share the same excitement. Especially since they are now obsessed with not only making me cum several times a day but also making me squirt.