A Revelation

Chapter 12

You catch your breath and you feel dizzy. What's coming now "You and Megan are always so close," she begins. "I would like to..." She looks away with a smile. Is she embarrassed? No, she is really looking forward to the wish because she knows that you will fulfill it. Your blood roars in your ears as she talks on. "I would like us to spend an evening like you and her."

"I don't quite understand" you admit honestly. The last time that you and Megan turned the night into day was weeks ago and nothing really happened that was worth mentioning.

"Well... I want to... I don't know either..." Millie looks at you timidly. You can't help but look and when she notices that, she comes up to you and grabs your hands again. You two look down and you notice how small and delicate her fingers look in your paws. "I... don't just want to come to you in the evening when you're asleep. I want to experience how you are otherwise. Just like you are with Megan.” Her words come out of her mouth hesitantly. "What else do you do in the evening when you don't have to be there for me?"

"Ah, now I understand," you say and consider. Masturbation is naturally out of the question. So... "Do we want to play one of my games? One for the big boys?” You wink at her and the time is forgotten. She claps her hands a few times and bounces up and down a little, her delicate breasts bobbing slightly in time and almost making the blood shoot out of your nose. "OK."

You point to your bed in the corner where she can sit on. From there she has a good view of your monitor. Then you sit down in your chair and end the game your sister was playing. On the desktop, you take great care not to swipe over the icons with the folders that contain your lush porn collection. Millie won't see everything you do alone in your room.

You start one of your favorite games. But as the data loads, you hear Millie rise. Then you feel her body by your side and finally her back hides your view for a moment. When Millie settles sideways on your lap and covers your upper body with her arm, the game is already forgotten.

"Can you see anything?" she asks, now a little shy again, but her legs dangle happily down one side of your thighs. You just nod, speechless at what is happening.

This is how it goes for a few minutes in which you explain the game to your little sister, with which units it is best to stop an infantry advance and which tactics to use in tank attacks. You don't know if she understands all of that, but it doesn't matter. Millie hugs you and leans her head against your shoulder. After a few more minutes you realize that the soldiers in your army are suffering terribly under your miserable leadership because you can hardly concentrate on the screen. Next to you, you see her chest rise and fall as she breathes slowly. Her hair tickles your ear and her body warms yours.

"So that's it," she whispers to herself. It is so quiet that it cannot possibly be intended for you. But you ask anyway.

"What?" It's like Millie wakes up from a dream. She looks at you and only then realizes that she must have spoken the words out loud.

"That's how it is with you and Megan."

"How do you mean that?"

"When you're with her." Her voice becomes low and shy again.

“I am actually not with her that often. I have to take care of you.” That seems to wake up your sister. You notice how her body stiffens a little.

"Oh. I I'm sorry."

"What? It doesn't have to be. I said I like to be with you."

"Yes, but it's different with Megan, isn't it?" Now she looks at you steadily and it is difficult for you to hold her gaze. What's happening?

"Well... no... Megan and I, we... we get along well. We are always there for each other, just like for you." Millie takes a deep breath.

"But you can talk to her about anything. She's not a toddler like me.” She sounds almost angry with herself.

You grasp her face with your hand and are surprised how soft her skin is and how the contrast of her bones under the thin skin stands out from the warmth of her flesh.

"Megan is only a year older than you Millie." Oh shit, don't say it... "I can talk to you about the same things as to her. I trust both of you equally. Namely perfect. And I'm doing everything I can that you can trust me."

"I trust you too, I promise." Millie nibbles on her lower lip and is not sure of what she is doing. "It's just... Since the whole thing with... well, you know..." You nod. "And after everything that happened at school... I am only a year younger than Megan. But when I see both of you, it feels like you're... ten years ahead of me. You are so confident together. And... And I want that too. The feeling of not having to worry about anything because I know you are there.” Now she puts her hand flat on your chest and holds it with her left. With her right hand she takes your and...

"Wait..." you say and your hands are just inches above her chest.

"Please Finn." A look, a quiet agreement, and your hand rests between her young breasts. "Do you notice how fast my heart beats?" she whispers. You nod "And yours is so calm." It sounds almost admiring. What should you say? You're almost on the verge of cardiac arrest. Millie looks down at your chest and then lifts it up again. Her look portrays pain. "I know Megan feels the same way. And that she gives you something back.” Now she sobs again. "But I can not do it. I can't give you anything for being there for me.” As if in a trance, you raise your arms again, enclose her face with your hands and wipe her tears with your thumbs.

In your current status, you do not know whether you are alive or dead. You feel nothing and your world consists only of the one square meter of ground on which you and your little sister rest. You don't care. You don't care all those years of restraint. All the consequences for your health, your freedom and your future.

"Millie, tell me what you want and you will get it." For her part, she takes your hands.

"I want... I want exactly that. There is so much in my head right now. I don't know... You, Megan, Mum, Dad. It's all so difficult.” She blinks a few times and you can see a realization in her eyes. “Everything is so easy with you. I... I don't know how you do it. But... everyone wants me to be grown up. But I'm not really. I don't know how to grow up. But with you... with you I feel... safe." Nothing happens for a long time and you just look at each other. Finally you notice that you started to caress her cheeks. "But with you I don't feel like a child anymore either." She looks down and nibbles her lower lip again. "There's something, I don't know what... But I also see it in Megan." My God. "And I want that too." She turns on your lap so she can look you in the face, puts her legs over yours, looks at you and... waits. You have to blink a few times to be able to see clearly again and you notice the look on her face. As far as your tormented brain can understand things, you see fear, affection and... lust. "Help me. Please. Please help me Finn. I don't know what to do... I..."

And then your lips meet. Millie cannot finish her sentence and falls silent. At first it's just you and you don't hold her head. There is no pressure on your hands, but Millie makes no move to withdraw. You quickly realize that she can't have much experience because she doesn't do much. She just keeps her body in place and accepts your kiss. But then a soft moan escapes from her throat and her hands move from the shoulders to the sides of your face. You only cover her lips with yours, don't use your tongue yet. You just absorb their taste and make sure you pay attention to her reactions. Her breath smells a bit of strawberry, which is due to her toothpaste.

Your kiss may last a minute or two, and when you finally part, you look a changed Millie in the eye. She is slightly blushed, her pupils are dilated and she is breathing hard. Her eyes flit across your body, don't stay in one place for long. It is as if you have released her mind from her body. She looks at you, sees you, but somehow not. She feels you, moves her fingers, but doesn't manage to say anything.

"Hey. Millie." You enclose her face again and when you touch her she focuses on you again. You smile - maybe a little nervously - and she smiles - definitely overexcited. Your sister touches her lips with her fingertips and apparently can't believe what just happened. Welcome to the club.

"I think you are strong, funny, smart and beautiful. You are desirable Millie Lynchwood. And I'm there for you." You hug each other again, guiding her body and putting her arms around you. Slowly you pull your perplexed sister to your chest and gently surround her upper body with your arms. And you are relieved when you feel her hands on your back a few seconds later. Her fingers almost cling to your shirt and hold on to you. "I'll help you, I promise. No matter what it is, we do it together. I take you by the hand and guide you through it and if someone says something against it, to hell with him. We stay together and get through this together, okay?" Millie wraps around you more tightly.

"OK. Thank you” she whispers.

"Nothing to thank me for." So you stay a little longer, then you pat her on the back. "Come on. My legs fall asleep." You get up and she slips off your lap. When you pull her towards you she comes very close to you again. You stroke her cheek again and want to go to bed, but Millie still waits, one hand on the back of the chair you were sitting on.

"Finn..." You look at her. What damage can still be done now?

"Spit it out my princess," you say, eliciting a smile from her.

"I wasn't very lucky in my eighteenth year."

"I know. But that will soon be over and your next one will be better."

"I know. You're there.” She scrapes the ground with her feet. "But after all this... and Megan... can you... I... can you help me with one more thing tonight?" You look at the clock.

"You mean this morning?" You grin but Millie looks down again. "Of course. What's up?" Millie is actually turning red now. Involuntarily she runs her hand to her lips again, a reaction that you know only too well. You roughly know what's coming. And you still ask. "No matter what it is, if I can do it I'll help you. So?" Your little sister only looks you in the eye for a second and is apparently happy with what she saw. She looks back at her feet in her white socks, scratches over the ground and smiles sheepishly at the ground.

"Have you P ..." She takes a deep breath. "Po ..." Oh shit... "Did you have... dirty films?"

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