A Game

Chapter 49

"There you are at last!" Karen calls loudly and joyfully. All eyes are on you and when Emma nods proudly, the girls happily clap their hands. God is embarrassing you. You rub the back of your head and take a look around. Carrie looks at you with satisfaction and Megan... smiles. No idea what that suppose to mean.

"So," says your sister. "Millie is taken care of?"

"Sent her to bed with a story about killer rats," you grin.

"Then the party can really start now!" Calls Karen and turns the music louder.

"Heaven no!" you cry, shuddering at her music taste, but conforming to your destiny.

"So. What's next? ”Megan asks the group.

"Have you been waiting for us?" Emma asked incredulously.

"We bet how it ended." Carrie rolled her eyes at the words of Rachel. But it is she who picks up the four fives when Emma tells the story.

"I thought you were falling for her," Karen pout, giving Carrie the money. "So, are you a couple now?" she then asks nonchalantly. You and Emma look at each other for a long time. You have to fight to avoid looking at your sister for help. Emma doesn't say anything either.

"We... are definitely closer to our butts than before," you say hesitantly and Emma smiles happily at you. As you sit in the circle, your eyes flit to Megan. She looks very satisfied. What the hell is going on here?

The party room is just that. A bar - larger than the one above - occupies one side of the room. There is a pool table in the corner and two pinball machines in the other. The front is taken up by a small stage, loudspeakers on each side. The girls placed six chairs in a circle in the middle of the room and placed a small stool between them. On top of it is a cell phone with an app running on its screen that shows a bottle and six names. The girls play with high-tech.

"Okay, Finn, you're sitting next to me and Emma. Ohuhu,“ Karen cheers, patting the chair next to her. Groaning, you drop into your seat and Emma sits next to you a bit ****.

"So the rules are as follows," Megan explains. "The one the bottle pointed to before you asks you a question or a task. You have to fulfill them or you get a penalty. When you're done, turn the bottle and ask your next question or task. The tasks and questions may include you, but you may not benefit from them."

"So no task in which someone has to kiss you, darling," Karen flirts and painfully pokes you in the side. You grin sheepishly and nod.

"I would never do that."

"But I darling. But I do.” Karen winks, but you know what is played here. Karen has always been very… liberal with the attributes that nature has given her. And the boys at school all think it's great. Sometimes you think of her too... in the shower... in bed at night...

"And nothing that leads to blood," adds Rachel, which surprises you.

"So no goat sacrifice? Girls, you play with hard bandages."

Rachel grins and says: "Don't worry Finn, we are all no longer virgins." Next to you you can hear Emma swallowing.

"Okay, I really don't know if this is such a good idea. How much have you drunk?"

"Enough to get daring," Rachel and Carrie giggles. "Sit down. Emma turns the bottle because she was the last one with a task.“ You feel a little weak in the stomach area. It can easily turn into a disaster here. But Emma just shrugs and when she taps on the phone, she looks happy at you. After a few seconds she looks at the display and says: "Rachel."

The girl happily claps her hands and waits for her question. Emma scratches her chin and looks around. You wonder how she feels about it. After all, she is quite shy and you cannot say that you are feeling very comfortable right now. But Emma surprises you again.

"Rachel, tell us why you lost your five Dollars to Carrie. What did you expect would happen up there?” You look at the girl in amazement.

"Are you sure you're not drunk?" you ask incredulously.

"Then I would get my money back," Megan grins. But Emma just waves it away.

"Don't worry Finn. We are not playing this for the first time. I'm used to that. After all, we have been playing all evening and are quite heated up. So unfortunately you will be thrown into the cold water here.” She smiles at you and then looks over at Rachel. She just shrugs and looks at you.

"To be honest I would have bet we would not see you for a long time." Your face takes on the color of moldy wallpaper. "I've betted you would put on a show on the carpet in front of the fireplace and then sneak upstairs for more of that stuff."

"In our bed?" Megan asked indignantly.

"Megan, I-I would never..." But you don't get far.

"Well, it's big enough." And your sister shrugs it off. Your heart is beating faster and faster. If this continues, your chest will burst today.

"It's my turn!" Rachel calls, taps on the cell phone and waits briefly. "Uh. Carrie!” Carrie braces herself while Rachel looks at her. Then she says: “I find your style exquisite Carrie. You always look like you can take on the whole world. And you still show everything that matters. I've always wanted to wear a cool jacket like yours.” She runs her hands over her body and finally covers her breasts. You just can't look away. "But I'm not as equipped as you are." She pulls a pout.

"Oh baby... you look fantastic too", Carrie comforts Rachel exaggeratedly and took the girl in her arms. Then she sits down again and, as always, assumes a perfectly upright posture.

“Today is definitely my chance. Take off your blouse and give it to me.” You sit upright on your chair and put your legs on top of each other. Carrie won't do that. She has a reputation to lose. But she does and when she wraps her arms out of her costume, her magnificent chest bulges towards you. Rachel takes the top and Carrie sits only in her bra on her chair, her tight-fitting skirt plays around her legs and ends just below her belly button. You can't believe your eyes.

"What's going on here?" you ask quietly. When the girls look at you they all giggle. You do not understand. "Carrie, you have a boyfriend."

"Do you think I would play the prudish bitch just because you are in the room?" asks the future president and looks at you questioningly. You just shake your head in disbelief. This has nothing to do with you. Carrie laughs. "Finn look at us. I will go to politics. Emma is shy like six virgins. Megan is a sports cannon. Rachel too. And Karen is a whore."

"Hey!" calls the one addressed and throws an empty plastic bottle at Carrie. It is a friendly gesture and the girls laugh again, but you do not understand the world.

"We are all very different. But what keeps us together is our friendship with each other. We know and trust each other. There are no hierarchies or rivalries in our group."

"And everyone helps the others," Megan says, looking at you first and then at Emma. You are slowly beginning to understand the picture.

"I'm leaving my boyfriend at home, Emma her shyness and Megan her obsession with you." Now Carrie gets the bottle thrown from the other side.

"I think I understand. So thank you very much for taking me into your group today” you say and feel a bit like a guest. Admittedly, it is a strange feeling to be in such a closed group. But there is a reason for your presence. And you want to reveal it. The girls definitely behave differently to you than when they are alone with you. This is good on one hand because they have their own lives, but on the other hand it is worrying because they are behaving in ways that cannot be surpassed by self-assurance. Also not a bad feature, this group dynamic, but it is slowly turning against you and like almost every man you don't like to be dominated by people you actually want to protect. Megan made the difference and now that Emma is getting on board you feel, if not anger, a kind of rivalry in your gut. The only question is whether or not you should act accordingly. "Okay, I'll stay until you want to get rid of me." You grin and the girls giggle again. Then Carrie presses the phone in the middle.

"Emma again."

"Oh man," Karen pouts, crossing her arms over her chest, admiring her very, very, very tight-fitting top. It says in black letters on a gray background: 'Rock or Burst'. Karen has always had a taste in music that appealed to you. And a tast in clothes too...

"Ii'll be your turn soon you bitch" Carrie laughs and you can imagine her less and less in the press room from second to second. "OK. Emma: You have already found your dream prince. Who would you most like to share it with if it got down to business? ” Do you see? Yes, it's about you. But why don't you feel so good about it? That has to stop before my dick bursts here.

"I recognize a pattern here," you mumble into your beard and it's Megan who hisses to you to rest. WTF? Emma looks at you and blushes.

"If it had to be, then it would be..." Emma looks around and into every face. When she looks at Megan, you feel sick. But of course it has to happen. "Megan." There is a murmur and Emma raises her voice. "Come on. It is clear that I would choose her. Anyone else would take him away from me.” The girls laugh again and you can't believe your ears.

"Have you already talked about that or what?" you ask, realizing that you don't find it... so funny to think about it. Actually, it is a little hurtful to be treated like a piece of meat here. You know about yourself that you like to be the dominant one, at least when it comes to sex. What is going on here leads you to want to scratch yourself.

"You are not asking the questions here Finn. Wait until it's your turn” Rachel says in mock severity. You think none of the girls realize that you're starting to feel challenged. As Kennedy said: Whoever grabs the tiger by the tail... or dick in your case... ends up bitten.

"But you can only ask the same question once" Karen warns. "So Emma. You, Finn and Megan.” Emma nods. "How would that work?"

"Hey, just one question!" you shout and are a little too panicked for the girls not to notice. But at least you understood the rules and Karen is silent. Emma turns the virtual bottle. It’s Rachel.

"Have you ever had sex with one of your sports partners?" Rachel mockingly looks around. You remember her volleyball matches and how Megan always had to '****' you to cheer Rachel on with the other friends. You are more interested in the sport that happens in front of or in a monitor, or from now on on the bed or beach or wherever your girlfriends want, but it was always an... interesting sight. Rachel in her short shorts and that too tightfitting jersey. With the movements of her legs and arms, kneeling while receiving the ball and stretching when she serve, it was always easy for you to cheer. Even when you tried to suppress your feelings for Megan and Millie, you always tried not to imagine how Rachel would let off steam on top of you. But it never worked, the young Huerta just looks too good for that.

"No, I didn't," Rachel says, letting your thoughts get wild. I could be the first one who... No, you couldn't... well, maybe... no! Fight! "But I could imagine what it would be like. In the showers, the room full of steam and with wet floors. He comes to me after training and drains my power from me completely..." Okay, you're just imagining her looking at you. You're just imagining that... Nope, she's doing it again, yup...

"Mmmm delicious," Karen says. You feel how your soldier moves and begins to take care of the situation. Slightly uncomfortably you slide around in your chair. "Do you like that Finn? Would you like to be the man in my shower?” Rachel looks at you mischievously and Karen does her part to make the situation 'hard' for you. Sweet, sweet ****.

"J-Just one question Rachel, sorry." The girls roll their eyes. You really have to save yourself here. You notice the mood in the room that, after the successful mission of Emma, continues to move in a direction in which you can only do one thing. Fuck... Yea, you say it. Megan won't like that. You have to pull yourself together and be damn careful.

"You definitely don't understand the consequence of the game" Carrie says now, but cheers you up with a nod. The next person is Karen.

"Finally! Ask something really good darling!"

"Who would you most like to have sex with of the people in this room?" Karen starts to answer, but Rachel adds: "Except for Finn of course. We all know that." Yea, of course... You grunt in amazement at the - admittedly not really surprising - revelation. Every girl heard it. You keep wanting to look at Megan, almost expecting her to come storming to you, Test not passed, slapping you and breaking up with you, taking Millie with her too and driving home. But your cock is as hard as stone, struggling like a wild beast to be freed from your pants and causing chaos and devastation in the girls' pussies. You're pumped to the brim with adrenaline and insecurity, not a good mix at all.

"Emma," Karen says, looking at the girl with a tiny smile. You and Emma look surprised. "Then I could bang her, teach her a few new tricks and then try them out on Finn together with her." She says it so seriously that there can be no doubt about her intentions. Your inner drill sergeant just pans his hands over his head and runs in a circle while screaming wildly. Then she turns the bottle and when she looks at the display she looks at you mischievously. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Have pity on me okay? I'm not used to the level here” you stammer and implore all gods, whether up there or down there, no matter what profession, that you don't mess up with Megan. Your cock almost pulls you off the chair in her direction as Karen leans forward, jiggles her breasts around in her shirt and looks at you.

"No chance darling."

All eyes are on you again and you realize: it's hell. There is your sister, the woman you love with Millie more than anything, in a room with other girls who are staring at you with a smile. Carrie has a friend damn! And Megan smiles satisfied! You feel like being pilloried and... you are horny like nothing else. And Megan knows that. But does she also know that you don't like the struggle between your feelings? There are many things you are good at. A lot of social things. Politics and History. But not in this one. Fuck it all. I'll clear that up now. Your gaze wanders to your sister and her expression changes as she reads your face and suddenly gets pulled out of her world into yours. Nobody else seems to notice, which is not unlikely. Megan and you read in the slightest emotion of your counterpart. And what she reads in you has the desired effect. You started it, but I'm going to finish it now. Hell is my territory. And Megan understands.

"All right Karen. Give it to me, ”you say and clap your hands loudly. Emma flinches a little, Megan looks down, but Karen feels challenged.

"All right darling, that's how it has to be." She thinks for a second, then her smile grows into a grimace from what Megan and Emma have to suffer more than you do. Emma realizes that things are about to get tough and Megan now knows that she overdid it with her 'help'. You are not an Fucker who counts his success by the amount of pussies in his vita. "The girls over there. We have all seen the two drunks adoring you, ”she whistles, but her eyes flicker a little when she recognizes your serene look. You nod and she continues. “They're all over eighteen. Would you hit on them?” Her eyes sparkle and Rachel also looks at you intently. You lean back in your seat and spread your legs. The remarkable tent in your cargo pants can be seen clearly and soon you can let your eyes roam freely in the room, because nobody looks into your eyes anymore.

"You want to know if I would fuck with one or both of them?" Karen nods and looks at you again. You smile at her challenging. "With my little sister's friends?"

"They're not your sister." She doesn't sound very convinced. Powerplays are not just for you girls, you think triumphantly. Megan moves her leg an inch and you feel her discomfort. A little late to worry about? Then you start your attack run. "Who says I don't have yet?" The girls are speechless.

"Really?" Karen exclaims in amazement. "When?" Your grin is getting wider.

"Just one question, darling," you admonish her. "But to answer yours: Yes, I would." Without saying another word, you tap on the cell phone and while the virtual bottle is spinning there is nothing to hear except the terrible music in the room.

"Carrie. Let's see... ”Of all the girls in the room, she is the most confident of all. You always respected that. Even in the bra, she still exudes a situational control that you have rarely seen in someone. You would immediately admit that the two of you have often disputed the hierarchy with each other. Always in a civilized sense. Her behavior in this situation is all the more surprising. "I know you helped Emma the most to make a move on me. Why?” Carrie looks surprised and deliberate.

"Is that your tough question? OK then. I saw how Emma always looks at you and how she behaves in front of you. You go well together and I think you are a great couple.” She already wants to reach for the cell phone, but you stop her.

"But that wasn't the answer to my question, Madam President," you smile.

"Then clarify your question", the answer comes in the neutrality of a politician.

"Why Emma?"

"That's what I said. She obviously likes you and I thought it would be good for you two.” You just look at her and realize with satisfaction that her eyes separate from your face and scurry over your body for a brief moment. She quickly regained control, but the moment was long enough that she knew you noticed.

"Counter question: Why not Karen?" First Carrie does not understand and nobody comes up with the idea to interrupt the game. What are you doing? Are you mad? Yes! But on what? You look around the room and of course your eyes land on your sister. In the brief moment when Carrie thinks about the argument and Karren feels addressed, you clarify that among you. That with you is something very special for you, but what does it mean for Megan? You don't doubt her love. But you can't understand what's going on here. Why does Megan encourage Emma to reveal herself to you? And why should you take part in this game? You can answer all of these questions, but only if you see it as a fight. And where there is fighting, there is also blood. Which is stupid because it violates the rules of the game. And do you really want that? But you've gone too far and Karen makes you have to keep going.

"Exactly Carrie. Why not me?” She asks and looks at Carrie. You triumph inwardly. Yes, you were thrown into the cold water, but you always saw yourself as a shark. And with Emma there is now fresh blood in the water.

"I... didn't... I just didn't think of you," Carrie admits, perplexed, and suddenly becomes aware of her nakedness, literally, because she crosses her arms over her chest.

"You think we don't go well together, do you?" Karen asks, not sounding as exuberant as before. Now the dance begins.

"What? No! That has nothing to do with it, dear. I promise."

"But with Emma you think it'll work?"

"But it's still about me, isn't it? I have something to say as well“ you throw yourself in front of the approaching bullet to protect Carrie.

"Okay. Then tell me why Emma is up to your level and I am not." OK, now Karen is defiant. Kind of cute, like a little kid. She even does the pout.

"Ladies, please. We shouldn't spoil the evening, should we?” Megan asks, looking at you. What lays there in her gaze? You look at her for a long time and Megan can hold you long enough that you can read in it. You see guilt, worry and love. You can bear this because you know that you will have cleared out the bad feelings by tonight. If you are right, and you can assume that, then Megan knows that something is wrong and is now trying to pull the brakes with you. The only question is how quickly she will get involved with you to clarify the situation. "It was my fault that we threw Finn into the ring. And now he's stirring us up. Maybe we should just play something else and stop torturing my brother like that. The poor guy will tear us apart if we keep pushing him like this.” Emma immediately agrees and Rachel nods, looking at the other girls a little perplexed. Megan looks at you and you give her a warm smile, which quickly turns into a triumphant grin when you realize that your sister's eyes are all about love and understanding. Now that you are drawn the lines in the sand of the imagined battlefield, you can continue to shape the situation so that it does explode in your hands.

"Carrie, I asked this question to express how I feel about Emma" you explain.

"But you weren't talking about Emma, you were just talking about me and her," Carrie says and becomes pale, ashamed to have been shown like this.

"That's exactly what I meant. It is good that you wanted to help Emma. But look at her.” Everyone looks at Emma and the girl turns completely red and bows her head so that her hair falls protective against her forehead. "Emma doesn't need you to go her way. And certainly not to make me clear. I am glad to know Emma and I appreciate her nature exactly as it is. Sometimes just a little shy.” You put your hand on her shoulder and Emma puts hers on yours without lifting her head or looking at you. She just caresses your fingers. In the meantime, you are looking at Megan , whose face shows nothing bad. Point for me. "And Karen. Your style is just great. With you we always know what we're at. Question: Why was Emma braver than you and was the first to take the step?"

"B... Because... You can't ask two questions. Or even three!” Now Karen wants to pick up the cell phone but you put your hand on it. Your fingers touch briefly and Karen flips back as if she was electrocuted.

"Change of rule", you just say and everyone nods. "So?"

Her face darkens somewhat. You don't want to blow up the party, but you want to create a situation where you are in charge? Very male buddy. Well done... No. You want to create a situation where you are honest with each other. You can imagine how these girls' meetings went. Now that Emma has admitted her feelings, that will have to change. Now that you're sitting down here, the girls can't pretend. In this point they are like the circle of friends of Millie.

And this is how you recognize Carrie and her worry of not being the most eloquent in the room. Her compulsion to control and the desire to manipulate others for their own good. Emma has been her goal for a long time, and her triumph is weakening under the fact that you recognized, adapted, and used her strategy against her but for the sake of Emma.

This is how you recognize Karen and her fear of not being able to achieve anything without physical exertion. The obvious interest in you and the desire to play, which seems to decrease the moment the stake is called.

And Rachel? Rachel, as she is sitting in her chair, seems to be thinking about why it was not she who went up to you. You can see the anger on her face, but she doesn't look at anyone. Anger at herself? Maybe shame too?

And there is Megan who thought she could help you by sending Emma to you. The situation is new to her too, so you'll have to fix that by yourself. But she wants to help and sees it now. You are glad that your sister is not the goal of your plans tonight and when you look at her your greatest wish is to finally be able to hold her in your arms again and to feel her body against yours. Her heartbeat and her hot touches which almost drive you crazy.

You are glad to see that you know what your luck is and that you have already found it with Megan and Millie. Yes, that's where your anger came from. The rage of wanting something you don't need at all.

But now you look at Karen, who is still thinking about your question. First of all, you have to edit them so that you can worry about Megan undisturbed. Because even if you're happy if Karen isn't, Megan won't be fine.

"Because I know I'm the whore here," Karen admits, and the only thing that surprises you is that it is said so matter-of-factly. Bingo. Strike One. You were right buddy. Now save the day you hero! "You all call me that. And it's also true.” Carrie looks down guiltily. You have seen this expression before. In films that are based on real historical events. Whenever a character, mostly a politician, realizes that he has lost. That the plan didn't work. Strike Two. "And Rachel doesn't dare to tell me that she would rather be in my place." Strike Three. You are not the only one who realizes that the mood has become significantly frostier. The music is still croaking in the background but no one is listening.

"Wombat, do you want to get us some bottles? I think we're adding **** to the game” you say matter-of-factly and in a calm voice. Megan sets off wordlessly, but looks at you guiltily. You recall your past actions in your mind's eye. Millie was crying. Megan cried. Most girls are more likely to react to you... is negative the right word here? You shake your head. Okay, if you face such feelings, some of the tear glands open, of course. But if the room is flooded in tears here and now, you've made a mistake. And you don't want to ruin the mood like that either. You smile because you know that you now have control over the room and the people in it, and Megan looks at you, understands, and nods to you. She is on your side. Still guilty but full of action.

You let a bottle of wine go around and you are the first to unashamedly wash down several powerful sips.

"Now you", you demand and Karen, Carrie, Rachel, Megan and Emma willingly follow your order. After the first round, the bottle makes two more and is then drunk empty. You take the cell phone and place the empty wine bottle in the middle of the circle. You take it and slowly and deliberately turn it so that it points exactly at Karen.

"Oh what a surprise," you whistle and Karen looks at you uncertainly.

"I think we should go to bed now," she says, trying to get up, but you're holding her back.

"Not yet. I want you to give us three good reasons why you're not a whore.” Karen only looks at you, but then sits down again. She looks weak the way she lounges in her chair.

"Come on honey," Megan says, helping you out. "It's not as difficult as you think." But Karen raises her arms helplessly.

"I don't know Finn," she says provocatively. It was clear that she would react like this, no problem.

"Well, I anticipate that you know you have a great sense of humor", you say and count your arguments on your fingers. "Your charisma is incredibly strong. You deal with criticism objectively and openly. You get involved in every conversation and always have an opinion. And above all, I find it incredibly brave of you to play the whore in the group.” Karen looks at you with wide eyes. "I mean it just nice. If someone called me a hustler, I would demolish his face. You just shake it off." Karen shrugs her shoulders, but smiles shyly. The other girls watch your conversation without a word.

"They don't mean that hurtful… I think," Karen murmurs.

"Of course not babe," Carrie exclaims, jumping up from her chair and hugging her friend.

"Finn is right with what he says," Rachel agrees.

"And you're really very funny," Emma says shyly. "The only one who can get this dirty humor right." Rachel nods at that.

"Exactly. For me it always gets too dirty or too soft. You got the hang of it.” Carrie separates from Karen again and the two don't seem to mind that one is only in a bra. Megan wants to say something too, but you're gently holding her back.

"And because I shouldn't say that, Megan will tell you right away that you are incredibly beautiful, have a heart-warming laugh and a rack that could have stopped Napoleon at Marengo." Karen giggles now and you pat yourself on the shoulder.

"Uh... Karen, I think you are incredibly beautiful, have a heart-warming laugh and... Uh... a rack... that Napoleon..."

"...could stop Napoleon at Marengo," you whisper.

"Exactly." She nods and fights with a grin. She seems to be flourishing under the new role you intended her to and she looks at you with satisfaction. The room is getting warmer by the minute and Karen is grateful for the words of her friends.

"Thank you guys," she says finally, sitting in her chair a little more relaxed. She spreads her widening smile among her friends.

"OK. Next question. Karen, it's your turn.” You put the cell phone back on the stool and she immediately leans forward. As you lean back in your chair, she smiles at you kindly and you look her demonstratively into her neckline. With this little act that can be taken as either a friendly gesture or sexual harassment, you make the girls laugh and relax again. Everyone in the room notices it. The mood soon returned to its old state, another bottle of wine helped. You look at Megan from the side one last time and when she returns your gaze, she smiles at you in love. You can't see it any other way and you smile back too. Then she spreads her legs a little and you can see the shadow of a white slip under her skirt. Your smile grows wider, but before anything can happen, Karen shouts: "Megan!" And your sister is torn from her fantasies and quickly closes her legs.

"I want you to dance for us."

"Should I strip?" your sister asks and you raise your eyebrows too. Karen laughs out loud.

"No you hooker. Just dance.” You growl to yourself. Never thought that someone would insult my sister and I would not answer that with total war. But as if to confirm, Karen looks at you slyly. "I just feel like dancing. So much good energy, you know.” She's right and you notice how the other girls look at each other. You are happy with it. It appears to be good energy and may have something to do with your intervention... or just with the two bottles of wine in your circuits. You watch Megan go to the player that is connected to your speaker and find a song.

"Any rules?" Karenshakes her head violently, causing her hair to dance around her face.

"Just something you like. We can then get in if we want to." The girls all nod und you manage to catch a look from Rachel who looks at you interested. You look back to her but don't get an answer in return.

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