A bit more knwoledge for you.

Chapter 90

You can't enjoy the feeling for long. The sound of bare feet can be heard first on sand, then on grass, then on the wood of the steps of the terrace. Then someone stands next to you and sits on the free deck chair. You don't open your eyes but try to guess who it might be. The calls from the field make it a little easier for you. Mille and Susan just got a point - their only one? Susan congratulates her sister for good support. And Rachel complains that she does all alone. So…

"Finn, Maureen." Seriously spoken, full of dignity... and a pinch of sarcasm.

"Karen" you nod. Seriously spoken, full of dignity... and a pinch of sarcasm. Maureen doesn't respond to her presence, but cuddles up to you and shows the world who she wants to be with. You accept the gesture with thanks, but still look at Karen. No reason not to treat her nicely. One eye that is slightly open turns into two torn ones, which close again quickly when Karen notices your glances. But you can't be blamed - if anyone should do that at all. The beauty queen lives up to her reputation and you guess that just a deep breath would be enough to blow off her black and white striped bikini and reveal the wonders that her breasts are. “Do you need a break?” you ask and inwardly beg for a positive answer. At first you are slightly shocked at the thought that you desire Karen, but you know from who you would get a slap in the face if you were to resist your cravings. Just look. Don't touch.

"You say so," agrees Karen and lies down on the deck chair next to you, groaning in relief. It's easy to put your head to one side and look at her body, so you do. And you are not be disappointed. Her body shines slightly in the sun and pearls of sweat collect in a few drops that run down the contours of her ribs. You follow a certain drop that has gathered at the transition from her breasts to the belly down. A breeze of wind blows over the lawn from the forest and although it is pleasantly cool for you and Maureen in this hot climate, Karen shivers a little. You look at her skin and see how she quivers slightly and goosebumps occur on her skin.

"Ah" she makes with pleasure and crosses her arms behind her head. "That's good." Her armpits are shaved and you can hardly see any of the almost invisible hairs on her body. You notice that you are being drawn into her spell again just by her sheer appearance, which only makes it harder for you to behave chivalrously. Nothing about Karen is left to chance and from her hair, eyebrows, lips and the light red glow of her cheeks to her godlike breasts, tight stomach and shapely legs, she shows you and the world what a catch she is. Shiiiiit, she looks good... When you've finished looking at her body, your gaze wanders back up to her face. The smile she put on reveals exactly what she was thinking and the fact that she was watching you dream. Shit... You fear another attack on your stamina, which is so strained that a simple nipple flash could turn you into a wild animal. But instead, the other person gives you a mischievous grin and reaches for her side. Her hand reaches into the pile of handbags and backpacks that each of the girls has put down here and soon finds the right one. Karen pulls out her overpriced cell phone and starts typing on the screen. Beside you, Maureen shifts her weight, tiredly lifts her head from your chest and brushes her hair from her face. She glances at the girl, looks at you sleepily but knowingly, rolls her eyes playfully and then lets her head sing back to your chest. Still, she puts her arm on your abdomen so that she can feel your reaction to Karen, who is making Viagra obsolete.

"What are you doing?" you ask on the one hand because you are interested, on the other to convince yourself, Maureen and Karen, that you would not only think of the craziest sex with the friend of your girlfriend and sister. The twenty-one-year-old girl bends one of her legs and you can see the area of skin that's between her back and bum. Her milk-colored skin does not show any characteristics of the beauty treatments that are sure to take place. You are not an expert in the field and you know for a fact that Karen did not go under the knife. Her parents are not rich enough for that and she works in the shopping mall in your hometown after school. But certainly, the lotions and creams and all the other sorcery are pretty expensive. Or she's just perfect. Never underestimate the genes.

“For you, this vacation can be relaxation and a never-ending series of sexual encounters,” Karen begins her explanation and you must first remember that you asked her something. Then you shake your head in amusement at her comments. “I like to count myself among them.” She winks at you, but then continues in a mock egalitarian voice: “But some of us have to work for our money.” Then she lifts her cell phone, puts her free arm over her body so that her breasts are squeezed together, her face smirks and takes some photos.

“Work?” you ask, puzzled. Maureen also exhales in amusement, but otherwise holds back and enjoys the warmth of your body. Karen interrupts her photo session briefly and looks over at you.

"Yes, Work. Pampered mothers' boys like you certainly don't understand that, but a body like mine needs capital to look this good. We live in a materialistic world and I'm a materialistic girl, ”she whispers and raises the camera again. More poses follow, and after a while you understand where the money for her looks is coming from.

“You are a photo model?” you ask, and you sincerely hope that you are right. There would also be… much more bare options. Karen takes her finger from the corner of her mouth and places the cell phone on her stomach. Her perfect... white... tight... Fuck!

“I wouldn't say that. But there are plenty of opportunities on social media for girls like me.” She recognizes something and her eyes widen in surprise. "Don't say you don't know." You shake your head.

"Of course I know that. I just didn't think that you..."

"Are you telling me that I wouldn't have the look for it?" You can't tell whether her indignation is just played out and you can see how badly you've just made a fool of yourself.

"Oh shit. Sorry, Karen. I didn't mean to say that. I... uh... just meant that it surprised me to have someone so close to me who does that kind of stuff." Was that better now? Karen lies on her side and you watch her breasts as they brace themselves against their prison in the want for freedom. Her bikini is particularly attractive and now you understand that it is her work clothes and cannot be compared to the item of clothing that she otherwise wraps around her wonderful shape.

"Am I that close to you Finn?" Fuck! Not only is Karen giggling, but Maureen on your stomach too.

"You have to put that to yourself now, fool," whispers your sister and her stomach twitches with the on of Karen in an attempt to make fun of you. Grinning broadly, you slide your fingers under your sister's waistband, lift it up and let it buckle back loudly. Maureen squeaks, lifts her head and looks at you in amusement. "Serves me right," she grumbles, kisses you on the chest and sinks back again. Then you can turn back to Karen.

“It was you who accepted me into your circle of friends,” you say and think that you just got the curve. Karen shrugs and lies back on her back.

"That's right" she says and surprises you with her neutral behavior more than if she had pulled off her bra. Then the cell phone is picked up again and switched on. You are now looking at the friend with great interest. "Hey my sweeties. Karen is back. This time with an update about my day. The vacation is great.” You watch Karen, fascinated, how she interacts with her audience. Her voice is an octave or two higher, her eyes are bright and her demeanor shows that she has no problem showing herself half-naked and in provocative poses in front of the camera. Then she pulls a pout. “But I have to go back to town soon. It's my friend's brother's birthday and we still have to get the little baby toys and sweets. Otherwise he's impossible and just whines around the whole time. And let me start on his sisters...” Your eyes widen, but Karen quickly looks to the side and winks at you. "No. Was just a joke. You know me... Megan is okay. But her brother... He's sitting right next to me now and gives me an angry look. Shall I show it to you?” Karen laughs but your face almost falls down. Maureen gets up quickly and looks at you in panic. The last thing you need is a video on the internet that shows you together in a... Maureen has her hand in your lap. But again Karen just laughs and shakes her head. "That's not what you're here for." She presses her breasts together again and makes some facial expressions that should be funny. “Tonight, more about me and the stories of how I **** my environment. Bye my sweeties.” She blows a kiss on the cell phone and then really puts it aside.

"Fuck Karen..." you moan and relax a bit. Maureen does the same after she got assured by you. Karen just laughs.

"Do you really think I would expose you like that?" she asks and this time you can at least hear the humor in her question.

"I..." You don't know what to say. You trust Karen, but your games of the past few days and the dangers you have taken on yourself can also lead to what is popularly known as jealousy. Of course you would never blame Karen for that.

"Come on Finn." A slight laugh, but also something serious in her voice. She raises her hand and shows you her phone. “You are welcome to check my recordings. I'm professional, even if it doesn't always seem like that. I'll check the recordings every evening and put them on the web a day later. At least a while later if planning doesn't allow it. You and all your… friends are not recognizable.” She holds the cell phone in front of your nose and looks at you encouragingly. You're already holding out your hand... then you close her fingers around the phone and gently push her hand back.

“I trust you, Karen. That would be a good example of how I take the protection of my girls seriously.” You breathe in. "But I trust you. You know it would hurt Megan. And Maureen and Millie too.” Karen grins happily.

“I have my problems with Megan sometimes. She can be quite a tornado nad wirlwind of emotions. Even if she told me it was because of the worry of losing you. But Millie is an angel. I wouldn't do that to her. Not even as a joke."

"Wow, Karen... thank you."

"Nothing to thank." She puts the cell phone back on her stomach and leans her head back.

“What about me?” Maureen asks from your belly. Karen grins without looking at you two. Then she puts dark sunglasses on her nose.

“You would have fun posing with me, aren't ya?” You and Maureen look at each other and exchange meaningful looks. She is right with that. Neither of you says anything for a few minutes. You and your sister doze off while Karen cares for her white skin. Then her cell phone vibrates on her stomach and makes her giggle and sit up.

“What now?” she asks aloud.

“Are you already getting your first reactions?” Maureen wants to know tiredly. But Karen says she hasn't uploaded the video yet. Then her expression brightens.

“Markus is writing to me,” she almost shoutsand makes you open your eyes again.

"Markus?" But Karen is in another world and is typing on the phone with a big grin, ignoring you completly. You and Maureen look at each other again and your questioning look is answered with a shrug.

“When we went to the disco and you talked to Susan, there was a guy like that. He asked her to dance."

“Markus?” you ask again.

"Think so."

“But that's nothing special, is it?” Isn't it? And what is that feeling in your guts?

You have to wait until Karen puts the phone aside for good with a slight sigh. Then she looks at you and your sister and only then comes back to this earth. She doesn't say anything, just looks at you with a mixture of joy and... What's the other one? Regret?

“So?” you ask and notice how you become curious in an unpleasant way. What's going on here?

"That was Markus," says Karen, and she can't help but smile. Still, something else resonates in her mood. Then she doesn't say anything again and anew it's up to you to tickle the words out of her. It takes some persuasion on your part, but eventually you made it. "Markus spoke to me on the birthday of Megan," she explains with an somewhat enchanted voice.

“Is that something special?” The question is actually meant nicely, but evokes an angry look. What's up with you, you moron? Even though she talks about him, Karen quickly becomes happy again.

"Yes, that's special." She looks at you and realizes that you have no plan for what's going on. “You still don't know what your impact is in the world, do you?” she asks with a laugh. You just shake your head and Maureen lifts hers to listen to the other girl. "You marched into the room like... any of your famous generals."

"Like Patton?" Shut... the fuck... up!

“Yes, I mean because of them. Usually I can't save myself from guys. It's natural to me and doesn't bother me. Sometimes people recognize me from my online activities. ”She shrugs. "I've gotten used to it. And that's how you got to know me. But when we are with you, it's different. The girls are diferent."

“Do you think they like me?” you ask with a giggle, but this time it's Maureen who pinches you in the side.

"Let her finish," she says with a grin. “You're about to learn something. You'll like that.” You don't understand the world anymore, but Karen nods to Maureen. At least your sister has arrived in your world.

"Everyone in that room saw that we girls just lust for you." Karen giggles. “Those guys all hated you. I can understand.” Then she softens again. “Except for Markus. When you were outside with Susan, Markus came to our table. He asked me to dance. He said I was apparently the only one who wasn't taken yet. And I said 'yes'. It was a nice evening. I had a fantastic time. Markus is a great dancer, funny, charming and accommodating. Almost like you.” She winks at you. “In any case, he had to go away with his friends. He was on a bachelorette party or something. But he still gave me his number. We've been writing to each other since then and I have to say: he's really interesting.” You have to blink. That hits you on a diferent level. A level, you can't describe. You swallow your feelings and use the few seconds you have to think. You feel... like when you received your first rejection from your first crush. Back then in elementary school. You were so nervous. And then the door was slammed shut in your face with full ****. That wasn't a nice experience. But you got over it and made not one, or two... but five wonderfull girlfriends. Fuck you Monica Winkel! But it still hurts to know that Karen found someone else. But you have no right to it. You knew this could happen. You can't expect all of the women to fall at your feet and beg you to be with them. You snort slightly. Karen Grant just became your anchor who brought you back to the real world. And you thank her for that. Even if you would like to mount her like a dog and sink yourself in her for days. Karen proved to you right now for which she thanked you in the party room that evening. She's a smart and funny person and not just a pair of beautiful tits. You respect that.

"But didn't you always want to be with me..." You bite your tongue. This time you notice for yourself how arrogant the question must appear from your mouth. It wasn't meant to be, but it's better not to ask that question. "All right. The was stupid. Please forget it."

"Already forgotten." Karen grins and looks at you pityingly. “Oh come on. Don't be sad, sweetie. "

"I'm not" you just mean.

“Sure?” asks Maureen teasingly and reciprocates for your stunt with her pants.

"Hey. Which side are you on?” you ask, embarrassed.

"On yours of course darling." Maureen pulls herself up on you and kisses you on the lips while she holds on to your shirt. “But you have Millie for the cute, Megan for the funny. I'm in charge of the serious.” She grins and there is nothing bad in her words. So all you have to do is nod. You ask if Maureen wants it different, but she just shakes her head and says that she is happy. Then it's the turn of Karen again.

“What I haven't forgotten yet is your part in the evening.” You ask what she means by that. "I mean, if you hadn't fought off all the boys in an attempt to keep your girls pure, I would definitely be off with some greasy guy as always. So intead I met Markus.” She looks at you firmly. “And I thank you for that. And…“ She stops and looks at you appraisingly. Apparently she likes what she sees in you. "And because you made it clear to me downstairs in the party room that there are men who not only see what I show my followers." She seems a bit shy, but struggles to continue. “Markus is not that kind of guy who only pays attention to the outside. I wouldn't be so interested in him without you, I think.” She smiles at you and you can't help but admire Karen for the way she talks. It doesn't matter if you are responsible for it or what made it happen. It's good to see that not only you can give something to a pretty girl.

"Is it something serious?" you ask and add: "I ask out of interest, yours, not mine."

“It's still too early for that, Finn. Not all of us do things as quickly and... efficiently as you and General... Patterson?" You shake your head in agreement. Karen is right about that. Five girlfriends in a week is definitely not the norm for... everyone on this planet, actually. Then you pull yourself together.

“I'm definitely looking forward to it. Please keep me up to date. I am interested in your well being."

"Oh yeah?" Another mock snippy comment. Is that because she has a boyfriend now? Soon? If so, you don't blame her for it. The world is not your playground and you cannot choose everything that you enjoy. You have already been given enough gifts with the five wonders of your world.

"Yes, honestly. Complete without ulterior motives.” You look at Karen and you come to an agreement. Yet there is something that you can see in her gaze that you cannot interpret. "I'm sorry for what I just said," you say and mean it. “You are a great girl Karen and I'm happy for Markus.” Karen grins at you, but the other thing is still there. She's probably a little disappointed with my question. Who does ask such stupid things? You make an effort to accommodate her even more. Somehow you feel like you've let her down. "It might seem like... no, it definitely looked like I was just evaluating you and liking you for your looks." You feel bad now that Karen has been proven to be able to get along without you. But that's exactly the point. "I never wanted to achieve that." Karen just looks at you. "Do not get me wrong. I enjoyed squabbling with you and you look like a Venetian sculptor had carved you out of the purest marble.” Where Karen would otherwise laugh out loud, her eyes are now fixed on you. Maureen doesn't say anything either, just looks at you with satisfaction. Apparently she was right, what makes you the only fool around. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I'm happy for Markus and you."

"Thank you," Karen says after you finish. Still, you don't feel like you've paid off your guilt.

“I've never treated a girl the way like I did with you before. I think you kind of liked it.” You look at her nervously, but she doesn't do anything to contradict you. “We had our fun. But you are different from my girlfriends.” You have to swallow hard. “The people I surround myself with need me in some way. Millie, Megan..." You look to the side. "Maureen. And I need them.” You and Karen meet again and your voice becomes more cheerful. "But I don't think you need me." Karen looks puzzled, but only for a second. Then she becomes neutral again. "I think I'll be a block on your leg. You are way too strong for me. I didn't know you were active on the internet, but that impresses me. Honestly. You are one of the most balanced people I know. Using your body willingly but still finding people like Marcus apparently impresses me. And again: I apologize that I only noticed half of you... Yes... that was... everything..." You grin nervously and Maureen lifts her head again to look at Karen.

"Finn..." this begins. "I also think you're a great guy." She grins too and a load is lifted from your heart. You realize that it is a short way from the beaming knight as you see yourself to a guy like Josh who only sees the outside world. "And you are right. I enjoyed playing with you. And you are right there too. I only showed you my one side. I thought that was the only way to get to you.” You pause.

"Does that mean..." But you don't get any further because Maureen interferes in the conversation.

"I know how you feel. Before I got involved with Finn, I also thought that there was only this way.” Karen looks at your friend pityingly.

“You were lucky enough to have him as a brother. I... well, I can't speak of bad luck, of course. But I think…” She's thinking something. "Yes, I think I'll try with Markus." Then she looks at you again. "I owe it to you, Finn." You exhale with relief.

“Friends?” You ask then.

"Friends", agrees Karen and offers you her hand.

You come to the conclusion that Karen will keep you up to date on Markus and maybe you can arrange a double date with Emma.

“Maybe with Megan, too,” Karen says and shrugs her shoulders. "The main thing is that you don't get confused with your friends," she grins. But for you this is no laughing matter - it just reminds you of something that you still have to do. You just grin and Maureen at your side notices your restlessness. She asks what's going on, but you put her off until later. It would only complicate things if you were to communicate with different girls on different levels.

"When Emma is back" you put her off and Maureen closes her eyes again. You do the same like her, but you can no longer fall asleep.

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This is how you get to know that Emma and Carrie have returned from their tour. The two seem satisfied. Emma has a smile on her face that urges you to hug her and never let go. Carrie too - atypical for her - put on a big grin. You are amused to see how she tries every few seconds to suppress it, but fails again and again. Good news seems to be waiting for you. You almost expected to see the two hand in hand, but apparently Emma has drawn her line and Carrie is sticking to it. When Emma sees you, her smile only gets warmer and it seems like you have expanded her life by a further distance, which you cannot imagine. This girl is so madly in love with you that everything you do must appear to her as if you had saved the world.

Also grinning, you make your way across the field. While Maureen comes to her senses behind you and the game is interrupted in front of you, your influence clearly shows. Not only to the girls who are under your protection but also to the others. This is evidenced by the fact that Rachel skillfully grabs the ball from the air and pressing it to her hip as you step onto the sand. You smile at her thanks and put your arm around Millie, who is hugging you, breathing hard. Emma and Carrie also change direction and come towards you, led by Emma. You look at the girls on the field.

"Do the ladies mind if I may..." You look around with a mischievous grin, "Kidnap your friends now?" Megan comes out from under the net and soon afterward you can feel the hands of your sisters on your side and on your back. Denise also stands nicely next to you. She has not put on the choker or collar but still shows a calm demeanor. You smile at her too and the way she returns your gesture reflects the excitement of being around you. With her, as with Millie, a good portion of curiosity is mixed into their behavior. Megan stays calm and greets Emma with you, who is now on the field with her friend as well.

“What's going on” she wants to know and looks at you along with all the other girls.

"Something important," you mean. "A bit more serious business." Millie presses closer to you and looks up at your face at your side. You put your hand on her shoulder. “I wanted to talk to you people. The most important souls in my life.” The grin of Emma threatens to bursts her face and Megan comes closer to you too. The smell of sweat is in the air and it's not just Millie that is out of breath.

"Should we freshen up beforehand or is that... not necessary?" asks Megan mischievously and looks at you. You just shrug your shoulders slightly.

“Whatever you like. But I would like to speak to you in... “you think about it for a moment. There would be six of you if you carried out your plan. You could go downstairs to the party room, but that's too impersonal. Then rather squeeze it up. "In our room." You look around and notice that your serious voice has also reached the others. Millie nibbles on her fingernails and takes your hand. You smile at her and take away a lot of her nervousness. But, unfortunately, even the best behavior cannot prevent Millie from reacting strongly to your words. That's what you love about her. Megan insists on having a shower before the meeting, and as she heads for the house, Emma and Carrie in tow, Millie and Denise look at each other. They are no less sweaty and are in no way secondary to the McKinleys.

“Shall we take a shower too?” Susan asks her sister.

"I have a better idea," says Millie and lets go of your hand. She runs to the lake and you look at her body, which wades somewhat clumsily through the water and then throws itself into it. She comes back to the surface, snorting and laughing. "It's... not at all... cold..." she shivers.

"It's just because of your overheated body" you call to her and start moving to do the same. Compared to your graceful and light princess, you feel like a glacier is calving an iceberg when you crash into the waves. You splash Millie a handful of water on her face. In defense, the blonde angel throws herself into the water with her back swift and agile. She doesn't care that her sportswear gets wet and it could be a bikini anyway. You throw yourself in the water and crawl towards Millie. You lay in the water, which reaches up to your neck and when you join her your arms close around each other. You pull back and lift Millie onto your lap as you kneel on the sand below. Her slender arms lie on your shoulders and so your faces come very close.

“I'm so happy with you big brother,” Millie whispers, looking at her protector, brother, friend and lover. Then she leans forward and gives you a quick peck on the lips that is accompanied by a shy smile. "This is the best time of my life." Then she looks past you to the beach. Denise made it up to her knees in the water and stands a few meters away from you indecisively in the sand. Claire and Susan are still at the waterline and don't know how to react. Your kitten - actually only Denise at the moment - keeps clutching her neck and has her other arm wrapped around her body. You look at her and then nod for her to come over. The girl immediately starts moving. When she arrives you smile at her, she returns the gesture and, with a gasp, sits down next to you in the water. It is uncomfortably cold for her, but she perseveres and even goes underwater for a moment. She messes up her hair and is soon as clean as Millie.

"Are you nervous?" you ask and both girls nod. "You don't have to be." You kiss Millie on the forehead and feel hot skin and cold water. And you smell her scent. "It's also my best time in life and I want it to stay that way when we get home."

"Am I finally witnessing one of your plans?" Denise wants to know. "One who is for all of us?" You giggle because you don't think your plans are so earth-shattering. But for Denise, and for sure the other girls too, they are. Suddenly it's you who has a lump of ice in your stomach. But when Denise happily hugs you from behind and kisses you on the cheek, the lump melts so quickly that you don't even notice it. Suddenly there is only love and it should be like that forever. After you've calmed Denise and Millie down, the three of you turn to face the others on the beach.

"What is it? Come in," you call cheerfully and wave.

“Do we have to?” whines Susan. Claire takes a step into the water to follow your command but shrinks from the temperature.

“Yes, you have to. Come on now!” Actually, you just want to be joking, but at your words, Claire first dives into the water, followed closely by Susan. Screeching wildly, they jump towards you as awkwardly as Millie. Your sister slips off your lap laughing as Susan trips and throws herself full-length into the water. Claire gets the splash in the back and also jumps in the air from shock. On purpose or without, she ends up in your lap and unbalances you. You land in the water and manage to keep Claire in the air with your sturdy arms and her head above the surface. When you come back up you hear wild and hearty laughter from Claire, Millie and even Denise. Susan is getting back on her feet.

"Fucking shit that's cold! Whorepoop from Mars and...“ She gasps and looks at you shocked and with wide-eyed fear. "Uh... I'm sorry Finn." It's an amazing transformation and Susan looks devastated when she hesitantly approaches you. She has goosebumps and her hair is sticking wildly on her face, but you can see the worried look she's peering at you. She knows that she has crossed a line and tries to excuse it immediately. "Sorry Millie, I didn't mean to say that."

"It's okay, honestly," says your sister and looks at you. It's not up to her to judge the McKinleys. But the times in which the two behaved improperly are over and you realize that they are probably the only ones who haven't noticed yet.

"Come on," you say and wave Susan towards you. Reluctantly, with her hands folded in her lap and her eyes lowered, she comes to you on trembling legs. "Curse again," you simply say. Susan looks at you puzzled. Then she screams in shock when you splash a gust of water on her body.

"Shit damn it!" she curses, then her body is shaken by a relieved and happy laugh. She is so relieved that she also lets herself sink into the water, followed by Claire. “Thank you,” Susan says to you and looks you in the eye. "Dumbass."

"What do you want to talk about?" Claire asks curiously and looks first at you, then at her friends. But she only gets silence from Millie and Denise. Claire doesn't understand at first and looks at them alternately while you watch her carefully. The two sisters are excluded from the round in your room. If you wait another day, they could probably be there, you are sure to have two more members in your group after the next night. But unfortunately, time is relentlessly on your neck. Claire quickly realizes that nothing can be gotten out of the girls and her eyes fall on you. You sit in a circle around each other and when Clairerealizes that she and her sister are excluded, you see her plan all too clearly. She throws herself in your arms with a possibly false laugh. You catch her, but you not only notice her cramped arms, which usually rest so calmly on your shoulders, but also the looks from your smart little sister Millie. Denise looks away, embarrassed because she knows the feeling of not having you on her side from before. Definitely better than Millie. “May we be there?” The youngest McKinley is now trying to beg. Ordinarily she would succeed, but this is not about you. Still, you don't know how to rebuff the hopeful girl.

“I think that's not for us,” says Susan calmly and saves you from the situation. She puts a hand on her sister's shoulder.

"But I want to be there too," Claire whines more to get you around than out of real grief. The jaw muscles of Susan are working and she has to wrestle with the words too.

“But we are not his girls. It's… a family thing.” Slowly Claire lets go of you and slides down on you into the cold water. Millie looks sad too.

"I'll make it up to you Claire," you say encouragingly and nudge her nose with yours. Only after that, you realize, that the next step of this chain is kissing. And it doesn't worry you the slightest. Add to that an encouraging grin and Claire doesn't seem so depressed anymore.

"Do you promise that?"

"Promised."

"And how?" She does not give up. And you have to admit that it has an effect on you. You would never believe Maureen would act that way towards you. She is the big sister, has more life experience and better handling of failure than you. It's good to let yourself fall into her arms and to know that you give each other support. But as with Millie, you know that you also have a propensity for support and a strong savior complex. And Claire drums on this strands like the Blue Man Group. You furrow your forehead and think, then your gaze falls on your princess.

"I'll tell you what. I'm coming back to the boathouse tonight and... I have no idea what you're doing there. I could read you a story or something?” You shrug your shoulders helplessly, but then you almost get strangled by Claire. She makes as if to kill you out of joy, but doesn't have the strength in her arms. Still, it feels good to make her happy. You are even more satisfied when you watch Susan how she pulls Claire away from you and takes care of her. You and Millie look at each other with satisfaction.

It turns out that the girls only need one topic they like (Finn) and they stay in the water longer than expected. Even Susan, who is least fond of the cold, needs to be told to get out of the water. Together you go - Denise on your left hand, Millie on your right, and the McKinleys in your orbit - into the house and keep an eye out for the other girls. You were in the water long enough for Megan and Emma to shower. You are startled when they come down the stairs together. Both are wearing fresh clothes.

"We took a shower together," says Megan indifferently, gives you a kiss and quickly disappears into the kitchen. You rub your cheek and look at Emma, whose red cheeks are proof that Megan wasn't fooling you. She reappears behind you with a glass in hand, which goes from hers to yours. "Drink" comes the instruction and since it comes from Megan, your queen - or commander in chief - your wombat - you follow the instruction without thinking.

"What...?" Your lips are so used to the soft drinks you always indulge yourself with that the taste seems strange to you at first. “Pineapple?” you ask and turn to the kitchen. Small pieces of yellow fruit lie on a board. Megan doesn't go into it any further but decides to take up her last point again. You listen to her, fascinated, as she dances around you and Emma and picks up various things in the room that she wants to take upstairs.

"We figured that since we're kind of like friends with benefits... or something like whatever you like Biggie, that we could shower together." Susan and Claire stand behind you with wet hair and not only their mouths are open.

"Did you..." you ask, but then you remember the last conversation you had with them after... No! Not now! Pull yourself together. Fight! You didn't give your okay. Megan understands you again without words.

"I agree. You're slowly getting it. ”Another smack on the cheek and she pulls Emma up so she doesn't get any redder. You turn to the McKinleys who stare at you.

"Go dry and put on new clothes" you order. "Your parents will kill me if you catch a cold." The two also scurry upstairs without contesting your words. Susan even takes Claire by the hand. “And no listening, clear?” you call after them. The two use the distance and pretend they haven't heard you. You don't intend to discuss state secrets, but it will also be about the two sisters and you don't want them to hear anything that might cause them concern. But you also think that by now you have the sisters so well under control that at least Claire will have a calming influence on her sister should she want to break your rules. Megan take over the drying of Millie and with this call you send your sister upstairs as well. Next to you is now only Emma, who has also got a glass of water from the kitchen.

"Are you okay with Carrie?" you ask her. Emma nods happily.

“We talked. We want to meet up for a girls' night when we get home. Maybe even to the disco.” Your girlfriend doesn't seem particularly enthusiastic about that idea. "But the thought counts," she says and interprets your looks correctly. “She didn't even wanted to kiss me, even though she confessed her love to me again. Then I wanted to take her hand, but she said it would be better if we didn't.” That surprises you.

"Do you think she can handle the situation?" Emma frowns. None of you have had any experience of that.

"I would prefer it if you could talk to her?"

"For real? What should I say to her?"

"I do not know either. Maybe what I feel for her? Or how far we can go.” Emma looks at you pityingly. "You know how bad I am at this." She puts a hand on your chest over your heart. "I'd rather let you guide me." Emma smiles weakly at you and her eyes grow dull with desire. "I want to have sex with you again." You kiss her forehead.

"Damn it, I can understand you." You wrap your arms around her and hold her against you. Together you breathe the tension aside.

"But not now," says Emma and luckily she gets ahead of you. If she sees it, you don't have to use harsh words. It's still fun with Susan and Claire, but you want to treat Emma differently. "But I'm a little nervous," whispers your girlfriend and leans against you again."

“You don't need to be” you reassure her. Then you put your hands around her face and she looks at you with faithful eyes. "I'll talk to Carrie as soon as I've dealt with the more important things, okay?" Emma nods and you want to go upstairs with her. But your girlfriend is still holding you back.

“As soon as possible, pretty please?” she asks and grins sheepishly. "Preferably before... your birthday?" It is clearly uncomfortable for her to make demands, even though she could order you to invade the Soviet Union on your one in the coldest winter. You look at her puzzled, but her facial features make your heart melt again.

"Okay," you evidently agree without thinking. Emma also goes upstairs with it. She turns around on the first step. Her voice is already changed. "Oh and if you're still thirsty, there's still pineapple juice in the kitchen." She bites her tongue. “We wanted to make fruit salad for dinner and not waste the anything.” Then she is gone and leaves you puzzled.