A bloody farewell.

Chapter 92

With a strong sip, you empty the last glass of pineapple juice and, satisfied, place it on the kitchen counter. You can't and won't resist a little burp, which Megan seems to like very much. She leans in the doorway with her arms crossed and watches you closely. As you put the glass in the sink, she steps behind you. You already know the feeling of her arms touching your body well enough, but the hairs on the back of your neck still stand up when you feel her breath on your neck and her breasts on your back.

"I'm proud of you Biggie" she whispers in your ear and squeezes you tighter. Then she squeaks in surprise when you quickly turn around in her arms and mirror her gesture. The tips of your noses are almost touching and you cannot brush the dreamy look and the pressed lips out of your head.

"At some point ..." you mumble, but then just turn away and move back through the kitchen. While you cut the pineapple slices into pieces and put aluminum foil over the bowl, your sister hugs you, but this time tighter.

“What?” she asks and bites your ear. You have gotten so used to each other that you know each other's limits and so Megan can live out her wild side without major flesh wounds on you. Finn the one-eared... Carrie would definitely like that better than Finn I. Your head turns to the side and you can see the beautiful half of your sister's head. She is wearing her ribbon again in her hair and her ponytail plays around her shoulders. Today she decided on a long-sleeved t-shirt in red and her blue skirt, which she wears more and more for reasons that are completely open to you. Add to that her sneakers and you can hardly hold back.

"At some point, I may understand what I did to deserve you."

"As a sister or as a sex partner?" You can be so open with each other that it is difficult for both of you to hold back your urges. Megan grabs her shirt and clasps her breasts. "Because I like to be your concubine," she grins and sticks out her tongue. You snap at it but only catch air. Instead, you catch her nose with your teeth. Giggling, your wombat kicks back and rubs her hand over the area you touched.

"Don't push it too far little Miss Sunshine," you laugh. "These pants are only held together by willpower." Again Megan comes closer to you, leans against you and clasps your rear with dedicated hands.

"Not my willpower." This little gesture is already too much for you, but nobody cares when your tongues meet somewhere in the middle between your mouths and then continue their game with relish in one and then the other. You are proud to have your moans and the pleasure of being around your sister so much under control that it is Megan who draws the attention of the others to you with her loving sounds.

"Shit!" yells your girlfriend and bites your tongue when a wet rag hits her in the neck. While you put your fingers in your mouth panting in pain to see how much meat she has bitten off, Megan turns around angry and frightened. Emma stands in the kitchen door laughing. Only then does she realize what is going on and her face loses all color.

"Oh damn. Was that me?” She covers her face while you lean over the sink with your hands in your mouth that feels like you drank lava.

"Of course it was you!" Megan hisses and throws the rag back with full ****. When Emma gets the wet piece of cloth against her neck, she doesn't react at all. Immediately afterward, both girls turn to you and within a second they are on your flanks.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," groans Emma and grabs your arm while Megan examines your face.

“Are you all right?” she asks, worried. Meanwhile, you were relieved to see that everything in your mouth is still where it should be. With tears of pain in your eyes you try to make your feelings and thoughts clear to the two girls... and sound like a maniac.

"Eherhi i aiht, hohehy" you stammer and know for yourself, that that didn't sound like "Everything all right". Fortunately for you, the girls look at each other and burst out laughing hysterically at the same time. Megan holds on tight to you to keep from falling over and Emma uses a chair to keep her balance. "Hah?" you stammer but get no answer. instead, the cell phone of Megan is held up to your face. The lightning comes, blinds you and the laughter gets so loud that the two girls almost scream. Your whole mouth is on hellfire. But everything is forgotten when Megan holds the blurred and overexposed photo of a guy in front of your face, who has stuffed all his fingers in his mouth and stares into the camera with wet, glassy and wide-open eyes like a deer while drool runs down his knuckles and hands and somewhere between the whole mess a red but intact tip of his tongue protrudes between his fingers. Megan almost drops her cell phone and when you have to start grinning too, you take your hands out of your mouth, drooling runs down your chin like a waterfall. With this warm and disgusting feeling, you can no longer hold on to yourself and when Millie comes into the kitchen with her friends to find out what the hell is going on, they find three twitching bodies on the white tiles.

"My BB has gone crazy" she moans and even Denise giggles furiously at the sight. Susan and Claire look past their friends into the room and widen their eyes. With difficulty, you straighten up again and help the giggling Megan and still laughing Emma to their feet.

"Your sister apparently finds me so devour" you state very seriously, which sends the two older girls back on the boards. You take a few more minutes, then everyone has calmed down enough that you can talk normally. Except for you, whose tongue swells like in a Steven King movie that Millie isn't allowed to watch yet.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry Finn," says Emma and Megan looks at you apologetically. Your face still looks like it was splattered with a garden hose and then dragged through the dirt, but the closeness to Megan and Emma makes up for it. Both of them snuggle up to you and while Emma presses her face against your chest in a forgiving way, Megan is a little brisker and strokes your back and your head.

"Come on," she says. “Let's clean you up first.” She reaches into the sink, takes a clean rag and wets it. She is about to press it on your face when Emma steps forward with alarmed speed.

"Wait!" she yells and you and Megan flinch. Emma breaks away from you and comes so shyly before you, that you want to love her for hours on the kitchen table. Just licking will be a bit difficult for the next few hours. Nevertheless, your heart melts once again when her bright blue and slightly moist eyes meet your gaze over the edge of her glasses. You and Megan look quizzically at Emma while she plays with her hair. Then she snaps forward, reaches out and runs her fingers over your chin and the carpet of thick saliva from your throat. Before either of you can say anything, she puts her fingers in her mouth and absorbs your painfully won taste. Her voice becomes smaller the same way as her cheeks become redder.

"Sorry," she mumbles and wobbles on her feet. Megan snorts, you can only stare speechlessly at your elf and the other girls do the same. Then you feel another finger on your chin, which slowly but determinate also runs over your throat. Megan also has a taste for you.

"Then at least that had something good," she says, lasciviously sucking her index and middle finger one last time. Then she's sure of your attention. "But next time let's do this in bed and not at the expense of my Biggie" she grins at Emma, who just nods silently and hides her face behind her hair.

“I can only agree on that point,” you say and stick your tongue out to yourself in a small mirror on the kitchen wall. Red and white marks on your tongue trace the path of some of the pretty and bright white teeth of Megan. While Emma wipes her neck with a dry cloth to wipe away the remnants of the water on the rag, you ask: "What did you actually want?" Emma only now seems to remember that something different had her attention than you. Megan chuckles and stands next to you, grasping your hand. While Millie and the others listen, Emma remembers.

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"Oh yes." Emma only now remembers that there was a reason she came into the kitchen looking for you. You watch in amazement how she gets smaller and smaller, but then pulls herself together and speaks to you. As she does, you understand why Millie is going through the same reaction behind her. "Millie asked me, uh, to ask you if you would take her, her friends and Megan to the mall." You look at her quizzically.

"I can go shopping on my own," you grumble and look around. "And since when do you think it wouldn't be the best thing that could happen to me to spend time with you guys?" You grin widely and Millie visibly relaxes. But not Emma. "Okay girls, what's going on here?" She can't bring herself to an answer. But Megan can and she does it by putting her hands on your shoulders and snuggling up to you again.

“Don't be angry with them darling,” she hums in your ear. "It's not their fault. Millie had an idea during our conversation and you know she doesn't want any secrets from you. So she asked Emma, but she is apparently too indebted to you.” The two girls mentioned look down on the floor and suddenly you don't feel very well anymore.

"What about you?" you ask. It has not escaped you that Megan has excluded herself from the situation.

"Me?" she asks innocently and massages your shoulders while you both look at the other girls. While it's about your relationship - at least you can suspect it - Susan and Claire fade into the background and stay out of the situation. Denise also makes herself small. You don't like any of that either. "I have the luxury of being your middle little sister and your wombat," you hear the voice of Megan in your ear. "Millie wants to share her whole life with you, and Emma is worried about breaking her oath of love if she has secrets from you. And the two of them are mad at each other because they know you don't like the fact that they feel bad. But hey.” She pats you on the shoulder. “Your wombat tells you that it can be. The two feel comfortable in their roles and now that they are outside of it, they are like a fish out of water."

"And you don't?" You look at your princess and Emma when asked. Your heart is heavy at the sight of them.

“I am completely in my element. I can tell you that the thought of making you uncomfortable is all that makes them sad and I can tell them that you cannot be mad at them. Especially not if they only have your luck on their mind.” Then she laughs brightly and sets a strong contrast to the faces in the room. "We're a strange group." She shakes her head and jerks your shoulders again. "Come on. Tell them you can't be mad at them. Do your thing with them so we can go.” Your hand wraps your wombat's on your shoulder.

"Megan is right," you say and sound as tender as ever. “I can't be angry with you at all. I... don't even know how to do it. You are perfect in my eyes and there is nothing you can do to change that." Millie can no longer take it and throws herself at you. With your free arm you encircle her and her chin presses against your chest as she hugs you firmly. "You are not mine and the only thing I expect from you is to keep you happy as I do."

"But I want that," Millie mumbles into your shirt. "I want to belong to you."

"Oh how cute," whistles Megan, leaning against your ear. "And what do you think of that, big brother?" she whispers very softly.

"Millie you will always be mine," you say and when Megan says, astonished, 'Oops', your princess just presses closer to you. “You are like a treasure to me that I will never give up or share. You are so precious to me as I can’t describe it. But you are my princess too. I only decide about you because I know that it makes you happy.” It's like electricity flowing through your veins. A little too little and your heart stops beating, a little too much and it has the same effect. It's the dance on the volcano, the thin red line that you've always walked on. And again you hit the right note. “And if you want to do something that you think makes you happy, and if you can do that by making me happy, then I'll help you. So if the condition is that you keep a secret from me then just promise me one thing.” Millie looks at you. "Promise me that it will make you happy."

"It does... brother." Then she hugs you again and you wait patiently until she is okay. With a happy wave, she says goodbye to the kitchen and dances to the car while she pulls her friends with her. Before they leave the room, you hear something else.

"Wow." It was Susan who rushed behind Millie with a bewitched face but couldn't help but admire the comment. Then Emma comes towards you.

"Sorry," she mumbles too and hugs you, but not as tightly as your sister. You also embrace her with your arms and press her tightly till she gives it back to you.

"And what could you apologize for?" you ask ironically and make Megan giggle and Emma curse.

"Shit Finn, for everything. For the rag and this stupid action. I shouldn't have acted like that.” When you laugh, she looks at you puzzled and Megan puts her chin on your twitching shoulder and returns your grin in the direction of Emma.

"But that's the behavior that I fell in love with Emma" you laugh and gently shake your head. "You are so fantastic and the fact that Millie confides in you is enough that I will love you forever." Her eyes widen.

"He's right" your wombat comes to your aid. “Millie won't let anyone else near her so quickly. You did it in a week. And even if my brother has done his 'part' here for my sister, that is something special."

"We are very grateful to you that you accepted Millie," you say. "And for everything else too." You pull her up to you and give her a wet smack on her forehead. With a mischievous grin on your face as well as your sister's, you run your thumb over the damp spot. Then you put your hand on your love's cheek and run your thumb over her tender lips. No matter how badly Emma feels, she cannot withstand this temptation for four seconds. While she takes your thumb in her mouth and greedily absorbs you with closed eyes, you can keep talking. Your voice just gets a little rough with pleasure. “I am grateful to you for so much. For letting me into your heart. For always thinking of me even when something else concerns you. That you are always there for me when I need you. And above all that you throw wet rags in the face of my wombat who then almost make me a cripple. Everything you do is so lovely and special and I can't imagine what it would be like without you."

"Me neither," says Megan. Emma opens her eyes again and has to laugh happily, but doesn't want to let your finger slip out of her wet hole.

“And I thank you with all my heart for these damn hot and romantic and funny moments.” You laugh too, so you can send Emma to the car too. Now, you and Megan are alone in the kitchen.

"Come on," you say and want to wipe your thumb. "We have to go too." But Megan is still holding you back. Without a word, she brings your hand to her mouth and this time you can't help but moan as Megan sucks on you. She is more aggressive, more willing to go further than Emma. Both are unique and yet the same. The look your sister gives you is the same lustful and amorous look that Emma gave you and you still don't know how you deserved it all.

"I would like to tell you something too," says Megan and suddenly sounds quieter and shyer than you have known her.

You just say “everything. Like back then in the car, okay?" The memory puts a smile on your wombat's face.

"I need you too, Finn" she murmurs, looking insecure. "I know I always act so crazy and often self-confident..."

"But you are," you say encouragingly, but Megan shakes her head.

“Oftentimes, I'm like Millie inside. We are sisters after all. What did you expect?” Now she grins again but shows you her feelings in a clear way. You straighten up more upright. “I was telling the truth,” she states. "Millie and Emma and Denise all have their roles."

"Oh. I think I understand,“ you whisper and love Megan even more.

“No Finn, you understand. There is no doubt that you don't know what I'm feeling.” She approaches you even more, puts her hands on your chest and leans against you. Your mouths get closer and closer and your brain processes the flood of familiar and cherished smells that penetrate it. "Tell me... please," Megan whispers. Then your lips touch and stop separating only when you run out of breath. Megan puts all of her weight and experience into the kiss. She shows you with her body what she feels for you. You talk to each other without using words and when you are finished, your eyes wide open and sunk into one another, your mouths open and gasping for precious air, you have had a long and intense conversation as only the two of you can. And there is a very simple reason for that.

“You have your role too", you say silently. "You're the little sister to me, the big sister to Millie, the girlfriend to Emma and the best friend for Denise and Maureen. That costs you strength and energy. You are so in love with me that you would like to just let me guide you as Millie does. But you know that I need you, that I love you for who you are. And you're doing your job well. You connect me and the others, help me, you are my middle sis. You love me in a very special way. Sometimes you have doubts about whether you are what I need or whether you are going too far with your behavior. Sometimes you think you don't understand me or you draw wrong conclusions. Sometimes you are afraid because you are the only one who works without a net or a false bottom. Where Millie is my little princess and Emma my nasty elf, you are something that moves in the spaces in between. You worry that I am overlooking you and you wish that I will love you forever. But because you love me so much, you will never give up your role, your life's work. You're like Millie, you're like Emma and often you're like me.” You pause and realize that Megan has never looked at you like this before. If there's the perfect moment for this girl, this is it. “I see all of this, Megan. I see it in your actions and words and gestures. I see it in your dealings with Millie and Emma and Maureen and Denise. I couldn't do all of this without you.” You wait. Five seconds, ten, then twenty. Megan just looks at you, sometimes blinks and breaths calmly. Her arms lie on you like feathers and her warmth engulfs you. “We will never go separate ways in our lives again Megan Lynchwood. We are a couple and we are siblings. All the best in life are united in us.” You grin, she almost has to cry. "Now please say something because I've run out of damn words." You laugh, more nervous than anything. Then Megan laughs too.

“Damn that took forever,” she laughs but tells you something very different with each atom of her existence. That's exactly how you want it. “You should have a word duel with Carrie someday. It'll be even more entertaining than the presidential debates.” She pats you on the cheek and turns away from you, her ponytail whirling around her neck and bewitching you. At the door, she turns around again. Almost powerless, she leans against the frame and looks at you. Again you lose yourself in each other's eyes for several seconds. Then she shows you one of her typical smiles with teeth and is gone. You give her another half a minute, take a look in the refrigerator and realize that you could still get something to eat for tomorrow. Finally, you're ready too, close the fridge, leave the kitchen, then the house and walk across the lawn to your car. Arms and legs can be seen in the windows and the car is shaking so much that you think of a crazy hybrid from a cartoon brawl that intersects with the scene from Jurassic Park in which poor Nedry is being eaten by the Dilophosaurus.

You are already halfway across the lawn and you can hear the crunch of gravel under your feet as the door to the house opens again behind you. Coming out... everyone else. You stop, puzzled, and watch the other girls, led by Maureen, go to their car.

"What are you doing now?" you ask as Karen and Rachel walk past you with a friendly wave, closely followed by Carrie, who is also smiling at you. For her, you return the gesture of friendship, but you are quickly focused on Maureen again.

“Don't you know?” asks your big sister. Then she looks at your car and seeks eye contact with Millie in the hustle and bustle. "Great," she grins and puts her hands on her hips. “I love the little one. Thinks she can work out a plan and doesn't even tell it to people."

"What plan?" you want to know. Maybe your big sister will tell you what's going on here.

"The Lynchwood sisters hold together Finn my boy." Maureen pats your head and gets into the car. She winds the window down and calls out: “It's all for a good cause.” Then she drives the older girls from the parking lot towards the city. Confused and very curious, you sit in your car. The background noise is once again in the area that makes a jumbo jet take off like a whisper in the night.

“Can someone tell me what's going on here?” you shout in the noise, but nobody listens to you. You repeat your question, this time louder, and when one of the sisters - probably Millie - notices it, the chain reaction continues from one of the girls to the next, all the way to the McKinleys. Everyone in the car is silent within five seconds. You proudly adjust the rearview mirror and look at the four young girls in the back and Megan next to you. Everyone is looking at you and waiting for your next words. "So?" Millie gets air in her lungs and braces herself, which also changes your behavior immediately and makes it buttery soft. You are all in a new situation and basically you are happy that the girls understand and communicate with each other.

"W ... wanted to explain it to you... later... if that's okay... brother." Millie still looks reserved so you give her your warmest smile.

“Where you want to go?” you ask in playful resignation and cheer up the girls again.

"Seacrest please," says Millie as your friends slowly begin to move around her.

“Of course ladies. Is everyone buckled up?” They all proudly show you their buckled seat belts, Susan and Claire sharing one.

"At some point, Dad has to buy us a bigger car," Megan mumbles next to you and puts her hand on your leg. She doesn't move there, doesn't distract you, but gives you both a feeling of commonality that you actually want to have at any time of the day.

"When we are back you can ask him" you grin.

"Do you think I won't do that?"

"You can get us Patton's third army if you only ask nicely enough" you grin and when the person sitting next to you doesn't understand it you have to laugh, which in turn Megan likes.

“That's what I like best,” she confesses to you as you drive the car over the winding mountain roads into the city. "The little ones in the back talk and we up here have a purpose in life."

"I don't know you that philosophically" you grin without looking to the side. "When you consider what else we were talking about here."

"I'm just looking forward to every new day with you, every new… or, if you like, every known experience." With your princess and your kitten and her friends in the back seat chatting and laughing again, it feels like family.

“At least you're an early riser. As far as I'm concerned, you can look forward to the mornings before school. I and Millie can't stand it."

"Oh... poor Finn." Megan caresses your leg and you put your hand on hers. The road is straight enough at the moment. You can literally hear her grin. “But think about it. Millie always sleeps by you, I come to you every night and Maureen is only meters away from us. We will wake you up every morning. Every morning a different one.” Now you have to look at your wombat.

"I can imagine worse."

"And Millie and I will wear our school uniforms..."

“Just don't remind me of it. I'm going to die…"

"At most on overexertion, yes." A happy laugh. Your day is perfect.

“We'll know how to prevent that. Do not worry. We can pull ourselves together if we want.” She shrugs her shoulders. "We just don't want to."

"I noticed that" you grin. Your tongue keeps bumping into your teeth and sends uncomfortable bolds of lightning through your skull. But the sight of this angel next to you makes you forget all pain.

"You'll see," grins Megan and you too let the subject rest. No matter what your girls are up to, you'll be happy if they enjoy it. And if you also have some fun with it... The perfect life.

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Immediately after you have turned into the parking lot of the mall, you recognize the car of Maureen. She leans casually against it but there is no trace of the others to be seen.

"They have already gone into town" your older sister informs you when you ask. You want to know if she means the mall, but you get a negative answer and Millie an amused look.

"Are you sure we shouldn't help you with your plan?" She laughs at her sister. "I mean, your brother has no clue."

"That's how it should be," grins Millie and hugs you. "Shouldn't it BB?" One final assurance and one final confirmation.

"I like everything you do, little one." You kiss her on the head and watch as she pulls Denise, Susan and Claire across the parking lot to the big building.

"Don't worry," Maureen says calmly and looks at you pityingly. "We'll take care of her." Megan stands by her side.

"And what are you doing?" asks your wombat grinning teasingly. “Are you coming with us?” She looks across the street. "Or do you want to have ice cream?" Of course, Megan knows what you want to do in the meantime. There are certainly more exciting things than going shopping with girls and even if it would mean being with your loved ones, you have a good opportunity to do duty here.

"You know me," you say and confirm the assumption. "I also have a lot to tell our good friend."

“We'll call you when we're done.” The girls say goodbye to you in various forms from hugs to kisses and right after that you can watch them stroll to the mall too. You have not missed the good mood among them and it is reassuring to have proof that your sisters and friends can do something without you and still stand on your side. The only strange thing - which is actually not strange, but somehow yes - is, that you look at your sisters' butts. Not just the on of Maureen but also Megan and... Stop it! Fortunately, the thought brings you to your next destination and with wild images in your head you turn around, cross the street and soon afterward stand in the room that has meanwhile become dear to you like his 'inmates'.

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"Welcome, welcome!" A certain voice echoes through the room. Melina strolls towards you with a tray with empty ice cream cups on it. You reflexively want to hug her, but break off the movement in the middle because you are sure that it will be difficult with the tablet in her hand. But Melina doesn't miss the opportunity and nudges you with her hip, skillfully balancing the load on her hands.

"Do you two have time to talk?" you ask after the girl has asked why you are came. "Both of you." Melina nods her head towards the kitchen and you follow her. As usual, you ignore the sign 'Staff only' and just walk into the kitchen, where Giselle is talking to another waiter. When she notices you and Melina she bows her head but doesn't submit fast enough that you don't notice the little smile in the corner of her mouth. The French girl watches with lowered eyes as the two of you join her.

"Finn wants to talk to us" announces the redhead and that is all she has to say to her friend. After the exchange, she turns to you. Her uniform fits perfectly and you can see dark marks of her bra under the white blouse. “I have a break in half an hour. Then the two of us come on the roof.” She tries to turn around again, but your voice prevents her.

"If Giselle already has time, we'll go ahead." You said that very nicely. You fucked the girl's brains out of her head and at least you owe Giselle an explanation for your outburst with her and her mistress. She also looks nice when she's not under the command of General Monroe. But somehow we are all under her command, you think to yourself. You are a bit ashamed, but now that you are sure of all of your girls and have shown Melina and Giselle what you are capable of (sexually but also humanly), the snotty nature of Melina demands more patience from you than before you meet. You want to dismiss the thought with a shake of your head, after all you owe Melina... actually you owe her everything you have achieved in this week. The sex with her was awesome and you feel like home in Giselle. But still, when Melina doesn’t turn around but just stands still, you clench your jaws harder.

"Why should you want to talk to Giselle?" asks the 'girlfriend' in surprise. Okay, that's enough reason for me. Her eyes widen and the waiter next to Giselle gasps in surprise when you grab the red-haired girl and whirl her around. After the first surprise, a mischievous grin appears on her face. “Oh, Finn my boy. Are we brisk today?” She grins at you and Giselle doesn't understand what's going on. Then both girls startle when Melina winces in surprise and pain. Her breasts are easily visible under the bright white fabric of her blouse. You don't know what material her shirt is made of, but it is easy for you to grasp hard into the fabric, roughly pull her bra down even with your hand above the fabric of her shirt and firmly pinch the flesh of her nipples. You have little experience in the fusion of pain and pleasure, but Melina doesn't seem to like the dosage at first, then maybe a little.

"I think Giselle and I will go ahead" you mean seriously and Melina just nods. You wave the astonished French woman with you. You still know the way up and Giselle follows you without a single mor thought. You even hold open the door to the roof for her, but she doesn't notice it and just passes you by. She waits until you have chosen a deck chair, but then still does not sit down.

"Please sit down," you say in a friendly manner and feel a little out of place to have to instruct the girl on the roof of her shop. But you immediately understand why. Instead of sitting on a chair, Giselle swings one leg over the you and sits on your lap, facing you. You are so perplexed that you only stop her when she bends down to kiss you. "Wow... wait a minute," you say with a grin. "By 'talking' I didn't mean..."

"Excusez-moi monsieur" she murmurs but remains seated on your lap, hands resting on your chest and eyes fixed on yours. You try to read her eyes, but you only see business-like lust in them. Like a prostitute. A horrific thought comes into your mind and when you reflexively clasp her wrists to hold her close to you but somehow at a distance her expression changes a little. Now her astonishment is written on her face which doesn't make things any better for you. You clear your throat and try to sit up more upright under her, but only manage to slide your back up the chair a little, which means that her lap is pressed even tighter onto yours. Giselle understands this as a request and bends back down to you.

"Stop!" you order much more strictly than you actually wanted, which unfortunately has an effect. She looks at you even more confused. It is not the emotional state you see in Millie or Denise when they do not understand one of your actions but rather a curiosity of a professional nature. Oh shit! "Giselle, I just wanted to talk, okay?"

"Oui" she only says but you are happy when she shifts on you so you can sit up a little more upright. Then follows a time in which you just stare at each other until it becomes too much for you and you clear your throat so obviously nervous that even Giselle notices it.

"Excusez-moi... sorry," she mumbles again. “I haven't spoken to anyone for a long time without Melina, uh, my mistress being there." So that's how it is.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Maybe it wasn't a good idea to talk to her alone after all. The thought that she only slept with you because Melina ordered her to... Would that be ****? Oh fuck!

“I don't feel uncomfortable with you. I like you.” She smiles but your brain turns to mush.

"Uh... okaaayyyy..."

"Are you okay?" Suddenly she looks worried. “I often have a negative effect on people. Shall I get Mistress Monroe?” Giselle wants to get up and you are both surprised when your hands close around her waist and press her down on you again. She stays seated and your hands let go of her again.

"Sorry." Now it's your turn to make the situation strange. "I don't want to **** you... uh... to anything."

“But that's what I'm here for.” She doesn't understand. For her you apparently said Mao Zedong is like a cute chinese Santa Claus.

"What? Yes... no... well... wait a moment." Giselle remains seated and looks at you as you take several deep breaths. Not easy with her slim body on yours. Great idea. Yes, let her sit on you. But you don't do anything to compliment her away either. It is unlikely that you will see her again after today. "OK. I got it. Could you just listen to me for a moment without saying anything, pretty please?” It sounds crazy the way you say it, but maybe that's for the best. "I'm not good at that, but I really want to tell you something... and ask you something."

"Oui... yes." Then she presses her lips together and waits. But you can't start talking yet because you lose yourself in her behavior. For a brief moment you think you are discovering something under her facade, but the moment passes too quickly for you to see what it is.

"Uh... oh yes." Clear throat, crack neck. Somehow you will manage it. “I wanted to say goodbye to you, Giselle. Tomorrow is my birthday and after that, we will all go home. Before that, I wanted to thank you but apparently I have to apologize to you first.” Of course she doesn't say anything and it seems as if she would be silent forever if you should drive away now and should Melina forget her here on the roof. "Okay..." Again, you take her hands and your eyes flick down briefly. She has her arms and shoulders pulled close together. Her wrists almost touching. Everything she does exudes an erotic energy like you've seldom seen before. All of her movements and actions are aimed at one goal. She really is a prostitute that you ****! “Can you do me a favor and be completely honest with me? I don't know what kind of person you are, but it is important to me to apologize to you and I would be happy if you find the desire to help me.” Giselle nods quick and even smiles a little but remain silent at first.

Then: "O-Okay."

"Good. So: I want to apologize if I treated you badly that evening with Denise. I didn't realize that maybe you didn't want any of that."

"How is Denise? Is she okay?” What is that with that girl?

"Uh yes... yes she is fine. Very fine in fact.” You have to grin widely as you think of your girlfriend/kitten. “We're together now. I think she is very happy."

"I'm very glad about that," smiles the girl on your lap and looks sincere. She even shows some teeth. Then she remembers something. “And you don't have to feel sorry for anything, Monsieur Finn. I like you."

"Uh, yes, thanks. I like you too.” The small one turns into a big, satisfied smile.

"That's good because..."

"Because what." Suddenly Giselle looks frightened again. Your head is about to burst.

"Oh, nothing." She shakes her head. “Madame Monroe told me to like you. It was an easy order. It is nice that you like me too."

“We'd better not talk about your, uh, mistress, okay? Are you absolutely sure that you are fine with the way I treated you?” You are dead serious now. Your damned honor is at stake if Giselle admits you used her. You have a history with Emma, then Denise and now Giselle. Maybe you are a wolf in sheeps clothes? Fucking innocent girls for their good but enyoing it just a bit too much?

"Yes. I'm serious, ”comes the answer seriously and calmly. That helps... a bit. “It was a nice feeling to be with you. You gave me what I needed.” Giselle wobbles a little on you as your stomach rises and falls with laughter.

"I'd rather not ask what that was." Another honest smile. Giselle is by far the most mysterious of all the people you know. "But if I could give you a nice evening then I like it."

"Yes." Then nothing more. Then: “And what did you want to thank me for?” There is real interest in her voice, but you have to get through the wall of (feigned?) Disinterest first.

“That you helped me so much with Denise. I wasn't sure how far I could go but because of you and Melina, I have now won Denise as a friend and mission."

"Is she getting on well with her role?"

"I can not say it yet. She looks very happy when she wears her ears. We have already tried the leash. If you ask me, I think everything will work out. I'll be careful and include her. Yeah, I think she likes that.” You click your tongue. "Will make it easier to confront her family." You know that Melina let Giselle in on the plan - and thus also the background of Denise.

"I wish her the best of luck with this."

"I will tell her. It will be a great challenge for her and for me. But we will do it. I wanted to tell you that, thank you personally before we leave."

"Madame Monroe will certainly not like that." This time it is even a real laugh - at least the beginning of one that Giselle lets hear. "She wants to spend more time with you, Monsieur Finn."

"Honestly? Not sure what I would do then." Giselle is surprised and she looks at you with real curiosity. “I have never treated anyone the way I did with you before. Neither in the outside of the bedroom. Okay... it's more about the sex than anything. Millie and some of the other girls seem so fragile and delicate to me. I would always worry about harming them when I am like that. They are so perfect that I don't want them to be other than they feel good with me, you know? I don't even think of another way of treating them as I already do. Millie had to tell me that she wants the sex to be a bit more... daring sometimes. Pfft. Well, Emma would surely enjoy being treated like that now and then. But look at me.” Of course, Giselle follows your request. "I couldn't have looked at myself in the mirror if I had hurt you."

"But we do not know each other. And you did enjoy it."

"Yes... I admit all of that. But I enjoyed it because I knew... thought... now I know it was okay for you. Melina is clear. I accepted that from you too. Fortunately for me, it was like that. And I think it's a shame that we don't get to know each other.” Giselle becomes even more astonished.

"Yes? Why?” That in turn makes you wince. ,Why'?

"Because I had incredible sex with you and I would like to get to know you better."

"Why?" WTF?

“Because I think the person sitting on top of me is more than just a tight cunt and two incredibly beautiful eyes. And woe to you you come with your butt now! With Melina that was on purpose, but don't tell anyone that I really pushed into the wrong hole with you. That has never happened to me.” Now you did it. Giselle giggles first, then her thighs press tight against you and she laughs. In fact, she laughs so hard that you put your hands back on her sides to make sure she doesn't slide on the dirty roof. She holds her hand back in front of her mouth but her eyes finally speak a language that you understand.

"I would also like to get to know you better... Monsieur Finn." She quickly regained her composure, but it was good for you - and certainly her - to catch a glimpse of the person under the submissive layer. After you can be sure that you haven't done anything wrong and have made up for your rough handling with her, you can focus more on her now that you are sure she welcomes it from you.

"Tell me Giselle... are you happy?"

"How did you get the question?" It's really hard to get through to her, but from now on you do better. You put your hands on her hips and squeeze lightly. Just tight enough that she can feel the pressure.

"Answer the question girl" you grumble, but grin slyly. Her forehead wrinkles as she thinks. Now she looks almost human.

"Yes... Yes… Often enough."

"Often enough?"

"Are you always happy?"

“When I am with the people I love and can help them, then yes, then I am always happy. And I don't just have one person I like very much.” Lady Giselle looks at you for a long time and again you cannot read her gaze. It's almost uncomfortable after the experience with her, but somehow you are also sure that she feels content at this moment.

"I feel the same way... Monsieur Finn." She nods, thinking again about her words. "Yes."

“Then I'm happy. It would be a shame, oh what, litteraly bad, if it weren't like that."

"Why?" Your drill sergeant hits his head against a wall.

“Because I like you and want you to be fine. Yes, okay, I say that to many girls, but it's still true. Even makes it more worthy" You almost manage to make Giselle laugh a second time. But at that moment the door to the roof flies open and Melina storms out. As if stung by a tarantula, Giselle jumps up from you and stands in front of the deck chair. With her head bowed and hands folded in front of her lap, she waits for her mistress to whom your eyes are be drawn by her words.

"Sorry for the delay, you two lovebirds," she says while she hurries towards you. That means, she is almost rushing towards you because she has pulled her white shirt over her head and is trying to pull it off her body. "But since Finn insisted, first I had to... Wow... What's going on here?" The question should actually come from you and apply to the girl who is undressing without a word in front of you, but it comes from Melina instead. "Why aren't you naked?"

"Why are you?" you just ask while Giselle says nothing and looks like a statue.

"Well, I thought... it doesn't matter." Melina shrugs her bare shoulders, over which the two black ribbons lead to her bra and looks at her friend.

"Sorry Madame Monroe," Giselle mumbles and lowers her head even further. "But the Master didn't want..."

"It's okay," Melina chokes off the girl. Then she relaxes a bit and turns to you. “Finn, why don't you want to sleep with poor Giselle? Or at least let her give you a blowjob?” She sounds almost worried. Why don't you let me help you? Then she grins dirty. "Or are you waiting for me?"

“If I wanted to do something with Giselle, then you would definitely be there Melina,” you grin. “But don't fool yourself. It is still up to me to decide which one of you I will fuck and when too. Giselle minded that."

"Is that so?" Melina almost sounds snappy. Then she pulls your eyes down on you. "But it looks as if someone else has a say in that other than you." She licks her lips and Giselle can't resist either and looks with Melina at your stiff cock, who is fighting the bonds of your pants. "How did he feel my dear?" she asks her... you cant denounce it: ****.

"Heavenly. Big and strong, Madame."

"Mhm. So Finn, what do you say? “Melina doesn't sound so snappy anymore but rather satisfied. First, she looks over at Giselle, recognizes something that you have missed, and then turns back to you.

"Melina, my dear, please have a seat," you say and the girl takes a run to spear herself on your prick. Pants or not. But you slow her down and point to the chair next to you with a mixture of frustration and some satisfaction. Melina follows the gesture and rubs herself over her breasts, which are only covered by her bra, which - as expected - actually consists of only two pieces of fabric that support her breasts but still reveal a large part on the upper side. Actually, the fabric ends just above her sure nipples She sulks like a kindergarten child who hasn't got his favorite toy.

"Okay, Lynchwood. Here you have me, half-naked, willing and ready. And Giselle, who does what I tell her.” She moans, but can't help grinning. "So what did you want to talk about?" She isn't so bad like she pretends to be.

"I've already told your... property that I wanted to thank you."

"With a fuck?" Se sounds exited.

“Don't tempt me,” you grin. “Denise is doing very well. She enjoys her life and I think she is now able to face her demons with me by her side."

"Oh shit Lynchwood!" You look at Melina in amazement, but then you recognize her scam behind her hard facade. "How dare you turn a girl from a sex-hungry monster into a submissive mouse?" She sounds angry, but smiles. Given the sex you had with her and that you won't see each other again anytime soon, you can understand her split mood. She is talking about herself, not Denise. Poor girl. Poor dick. Everyone loses here. Except for Giselle, which is a reason to be exited.

“Yes Melina, life is hard. Hard like my cock right now. But you can't tell me either that you're not happy to have helped me.” Lady Monroe, as Giselle calls her, crosses her arms over her chest, makes sure to present her attributes vividly for you, and draws a perfect pout. You look at her pityingly, but neither of you can keep the game up for long.

“That means we won't see you again anytime soon?” speculates the waitress and looks over at her property. "Giselle will miss you."

"I'll miss you two too," you say and feel an unexpected stitch in your chest. "For real. I can never repay you for what you did for me."

"You can try it," says Melina and wants to put you under pressure one last time, but doesn't try too hard. "Oh damn, that need to happen now." She gets up and this time you don't stop her from sitting on you like Giselle did. You feel the difference between the girls very quickly when Melina starts rubbing her lap against yours. "Of course you could try to work off your guilt by..." She keeps rubbing against you and you find it almost impossible to resist her temptations. Giselle also looks at you with a gaze that this time you can easily interpret as the wish to repeat the past one last time. Then, suddenly, Melina stops and gets up with a groan. "But it's your birthday tomorrow and you are a clever boy." She smiles at you. "You're missing something here."

"Yes, I know. And it's certainly not because I could resist you. But in my situation, I have to…. Hm ... demonstrate certain logistical skills."

"Five chicks," notes Melina with a giggle. "I could convince you to forget your resolutions for one last rodeo, but I don't."

“You definitely could. Thank you for sacrificing yourself for me.” Melina moans wistfully.

“I like to do that. And you sacrifice yourself for your girls.” Then her face brightens up again. “Doesn't that mean that they then have to sacrifice themselves for us? For me and poor Giselle who will miss you terribly."

“Unfortunately, that's not how it works Melina . You are the first and most important victim in this chain, but my girls will not have to sacrifice anything in their relationship with me."

"And that's why they love you." That comes to everyone's surprise from Giselle, whose gaze you cannot read again.

"Exactly" you just say and nod, looking at Giselle, then Melina. It's a real surprise, but Melina does look a little sad. You go inside yourself for a short time, wonder whether you are reading anything in it, come to the conclusion that you can trust your senses, and come up with a plan. "Hey, cheer up." You clap the redhead on the shoulder. "Are you really going to miss me so much?"

“One doesn't find someone like you every day. Where else am I supposed to get a brother who will take care of his three sisters and two other girls and at the same time and who refuses me?” She pouts again, this time really. "And you fuck so well that I don't know how Giselle is supposed to keep me satisfied without you."

"I'll come up with something, okay?" you say and suppress a laugh. That would be kind of inappropriate in this situation. Oh fuck, what's the matter? "Okay." You get up and push Melina off of you. “You won't get my cum. But I can offer you two things.” The eyes of Melina widen and now you have to laugh. You step up to her and bury your fingers in the base of her hair. "Now that I have your address, I can send you something in the mail when I get home."

“Sex videos?” she asks excitedly, jumping up and down. You shake your head and give her a mixture of a pat and a slap on the cheek. "Nothing compromising for my girls."

"Yes... sorry." Melina grins apologetically. "So what? Come on, tell me!"

"I'm not into this stuff, but I'll make an exception for you if you are kind to me and take good care of Giselle."

“Promised, promised. Honest! Come on say it Please please!"

"What are you doing for Giselle?" Melina thinks about it briefly but hard.

"An orgasm ratio of three to one in her favor for two weeks?" You look at Giselle who is embarrassed about all of this but otherwise does not stir. You also don't want to meddle too much in the girls' relationship. You will no longer be there to control them or to make sure that your demands are really good for Giselle. After all, she seems to enjoy submitting herself fully to someone.

"I Agree. So.“ You let Melina stew for a few more seconds but then tell her. "We once joked that we would have an impression of my cock made for you." You don't get any further because Melina presses her lips on yours.

“Oh, that would be so cool!” She exclaims after you've pulled her away from you. "Then you could fuck me forever."

"And Giselle too" you laugh. Neither one of the girls says something about that.

"Well, it isn't you in person." Melina runs her fingers over your arms and shoulders. "Your muscles and... fingers and... mouth. But a good part of you for sure."

"Nice said little minx" you chuckle. "Then that's how we do it," you say, and can already imagine how much fun Emma will have in helping you with making the present. And Megan, too.

"And the other one?" asks Giselle a little more briskly. Maybe she likes the idea of seeing Melina between her legs more often or it is because of your care for her or the opportunity to feel a vertain part of you more often. Either way, you like it. You grin again, but don't say anything. Instead, you pull the two chairs closer together and nod the girl to sit down.

"I will miss you girls. It was fun as long as it lasted." The two look at you sadly but you cheer them back up. "You two are very special to me and like I said, I hardly can repay you for what you have done for me and my girls. You won't get my juice today, sorry." You grin widely and Melina understands and grins. "But that doesn't mean that I can't, hm, adequately say goodbye to you."

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When your fingers of both hands rhythmically run into two wet pussies and you hear the lustful moans of two very much beloved companions, you can't help but regret not seeing these two special girls anymore. From now on, you face the dangers that are still waiting for you and your loved ones on your own. Your parents are one, debt and other people are the others. Misunderstanding and distrust will accompany you and if you had to be careful in the past to keep your secrets from the world, now it will be a gigantic task. But not today, not now. Now the hot walls of Melina spasms around your fingers feverishly and Giselle encloses your arm with hers to keep you inside her. Now you first will feel the orgasm of Melina, who spreads her legs wide, has stretched her head back and whose toes twist during the brutal orgasm you create for her with the fast movements of your hand. Now you are in the here and now and thank Giselle, who bites her lip, grimacing with painlike ectasy, one leg on your shoulder and the other around your waist. Now she lurches closer to you, lifts her buttocks towards your hand who also fucks her toa mind-shattering orgasm, which she moans out so loud, that Melinahas to silence her with a sloppy and blurred kiss.

"She's only that loud with you," gasped the red-haired as the dark-haired climbs from her peak of lust. Meanwhile, you let your fingers glide over the shirt of Melina, make it dirty with the juices of two satisfied girls, grinning and knowing that she must go through the kitchen and maybe the restaurant in order to change it.

Then, after two more kisses for each of the girls, helping Melina to get dressed and a long hug each time... the here and now is over. Then the future begins. A new year of life for you. A year in that you will have to make many sacrifices. A year with many victories, but certainly also a few defeats. But that's how you want it. And Melina and Giselle have helped you to create this year for yourself and everyone you love. You will be eternally grateful to them for that.

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Later you stand in the parking lot near the mall with a strange feeling, lean against your car and wait for your new family. It's like coming out of the cinema and just seen one of the best movies of your lifetime. Somehow you feel empty and yet so full. You have so many thoughts and yet they all revolve around the delighted faces of the two lovely waitresses who have so enriched your life.

"Hmph." But there is nothing you can do. You have the phone numbers for both of them. Melina gave you hers for Denise, and the one of Gisell because Melina simply gave it to you. You can call them anytime. But still, this is no substitute for the fact that you will soon be very far away from them. Come on. Pull yourself together. That was a nice goodbye and now you have to focus on the people who need your help. The two are fine. There is no plan that Melina cannot devise.

Then you see your girls walking towards you, packed with shopping bags and pushing a shopping cart full of groceries. You can see the pineapple cans from afar. You have to grin. It was actually a good day. And when Millie waves to you happily, he is be even better. And the pain in your tongue, like the one in your heart, isn't that bad any more.