A good fight. A fair fight. A surprising fight

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Chapter 7

Our mother is actually hard to find. She has probably hidden herself away in her room to digest or even forget whatever caused the last points. I only know one thing.

"My bed is gone." I stand in shock in front of the place where my bed usually stands. The curtain that separates my little kingdom from Rose's has been torn off and is lying on the floor, where there are clear drag marks. "How did she manage that on her own?" I asked myself and am not even angry, more surprised. The last time I had to sleep on the floor was on my eighteenth birthday when I got drunk for the first and last time. Damn, that was a punishment. Back then, it was three days on the floor until my body hurt so much that the school nurse was worried.

Now I'm turning her into an animal. How many days will it be this time?

I poke around in the remains of my room with my foot. I can hardly call anything my own, so Mom could only rob me of a relatively pleasant night's sleep. But that's enough to make me angry with her.

Finally, I hear the door open downstairs. Jasmine is at home, the princess, mistress under our queen. With a last look into the room, I'm at least glad that Mom left Rose's area alone. Now that we're on the right track, I don't want anything bad to happen to my little middle sister. So I turn downstairs.

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Jasmine has just taken off her blazer and shoes and is standing in front of me in a white blouse and black shin-length skirt.

"Hey Finn," she greets me while I wonder why she's already here and how she manages to look so fresh and styled after work.

"Hey Jasmine. Tell me, do you know if Mom..." I automatically hold out my hand and cut off my sentence as my big sister hands me the blazer. It's a trained reflex, Rose has it too and even Tammy reacts to Jasmine in this way. She is the princess. We serve her.

"Can you be a sweetheart and wash it?" she asks with a friendly smile. She doesn't have to be angry or demanding. She knows that her 'wish' will be granted. "I have to be back at work in an hour. The Harris case is holding us up and my boss still needs me."

"Another long day?" I ask, only now remembering that I have her profile at my disposal. At least until the MCD releases her. Or I'll devote myself to Tammy the little beast beforehand. But that doesn't matter now, I'm carrying out the task like a well-programmed robot. When I come back from the bathroom, I step outside her room as usual. I usually do that in the evening but Jasmine is already at home. The door opens and a bare arm is holding a basket of dirty clothes in its hand.

"Thanks Finn."

I briefly consider grabbing her arm, pulling Jasmine to the floor and showing her who the king of the house is now.

But I take a deep breath and remember that this isn't me. At least not yet.

"Hey Jasmine?"

"What?" comes from the crack in the door. I stand with my back to the wall so as not to make a mistake... But that's not a mistake anymore, is it?

Fucking hell, you're going to be mine, I think to myself as the picture burns into my brain like white phosphorous on bare skin. Why does she always dress so sexily? Is she seducing her boss with that underwear? It's more likely that Jasmine is a businesswoman through and through and uses her body to get what she wants without being labeled a whore.

In any case, unlike before, I'm no longer afraid of watching my big sister change.

"Finn?" She almost caught me and I quickly lean back from the door.

"Yeah, sorry, I don't know how to say this... but..." And then I hear her giggle. It would sound mean if it wasn't so bored.

"But Mom moved your bed?" Of course she knows about it.

"Yeah... eh..."

"As punishment, she said. Sorry bro, but there's nothing I can do." I lean back into the door. I want to see this little bitch naked.

"But you could try." My back presses against the wall again, then the door opens and Jasmine looks at me with an appraising, condescending look.

"I really have a lot to do today, Finn," she groans, a towel wrapped around her body. With that, she pushes past me. "I'll try tomorrow." That means I'll sleep on the floor today. "And don't wait for me to eat. It's going to be late." With that, she disappears into the bathroom and I'm already looking forward to activating her profile.

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Maybe it's hunger, but this evening we're all sitting together again, minus Jasmine. And by God, it's a deadly atmosphere. It's the highway of **** around here. Mom doesn't say a word, just stares at her plate while not even Tammy dares to say anything. Rose is frozen in fear again and I don't know whether I should fight for more points either. I decide to leave it until I find out why...

"Finn?" It's almost a whisper, barely audible, even in the silence of this sad sad supper. But there's Rose, she's raised her eyes. And she's looking at me.

The smile on my lips probably makes me look like a complete idiot, but it feels so good to be noticed by Rose in this situation. "Can I have some more?" Her voice almost breaks, but I pull myself together, reach for the potatoes and hand them to her.

"Go ahead," I encourage her. "I'd be happy for you to have some more. The potatoes taste fantastic." Rose smiles, but then there's such a loud bang at the other end of the table that she drops her plate on the table in shock. All eyes immediately turn to Michelle, whose fist is clenched on the table.

"That's enough," she hisses like a deadly venomous snake, her teeth clenched, **** in her eyes, aimed at me like heat-seeking AIM-9X Sidewinder. "Get out." She looks at Rose. "Both of you." Without a word, I stand up and grab my sister by the arm. She seems so fragile and sofr and I can't help but brush my fingers over her warm skin. There's no point in messing with Mom now. We need a plan and...

"No."

"What?" I ask.

"What?" Tammy asks.

"What?" Michelle asks.

Now we all look at Rose.

"I said no," she says, her voice a little louder. Her fingers close around my hand, firm and trembling. She's afraid. Deadly afraid. But she speaks out.

"I don't think I'm hearing right. That's enough! No bed for you, Rose. And no electricity. For a week. Tammy!" The little beast jumps up immediately, although she also looks unsure. "Help me and..."

"No," says Rose again and stands in front of me.

Unbelievable. Rose, you're so stupid... but fuck... thank you.

Michelle looks at her adopted daughter with hatred in her eyes.

"I-It's unfair that y-you took Finn's b-bed a-away," Rose stutters, but she gets stronger with every second. "You didn't even tell him why. And besides... You just don't do something like that as a mother. And you know that.”

Next to us, Tammy looks shocked from Rose to her mother and I have to fight to keep from grinning. But Rose isn’t finished yet.

“Finn is trying to be a good son to you. But you never tell him what to do. You only punish. And that’s really… mean.”

“Rose…” Michelle begins. “That…” Then she looks at me.

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“I’m sorry Rose,” I mumble an hour later. “Well... The room suddenly seems a lot bigger without both beds.” I try to take it with humor but Rose is practically boiling with anger. Her hands are clenched into fists, her whole body is shaking while her eyes are focused on me. Her lips are pressed together and her face is strained while her deep, heavy breath lifts her cute breasts. I shrug helplessly. “At least you tried. Thanks for being such a good bro and…“

I misjudged her.

It's not anger.

With a strength and energy that completely surprises me, my 21-year-old sister tackles me and wrestles me to the floor with her trembling body. I would have hit my head on her bed if it were here. Now, there is enough space in the room for her to climb on top of me with her body.

“Rose what…”

“Shut up loser,” she presses out between her teeth, her big eyes greedily fixed on me. “I need this now. Fuck! Give me this!” Her hands tug at my shirt and almost tear it off my body. I watch in shock as she takes it, holds it to her face and takes a deep breath. Her breasts rise again under her light blue comfortable sweater and I can’t help but stare at her stupidly. Then she leans to the side, slams the door to our room and rips off her shirt as well. Then our eyes meet. “I need this…” she says again. "Please bro... I..."

I lean forward, grab my sister and a second later we are rolling around on the uncomfortable, rough carpet of our empty room.

"God..." I press into her mouth and get a long, hoarse moan in response.

It must be the MCD, I think to myself. Rose must react to the change somehow. She is at -61. That is not much. But she wants it and...

"Fuck it" I growl, grab Rose and forget about the MCD. "God, you are beautiful." Our tongues fight but it is a good fight, a fair fight. A surprising fight.

At some point we stop fighting, make peace with each other and concentrate on continuing to undress.

"Let me do it" she giggles as I try to unbutton her bra at the front. She reaches back but I am faster.

"Shut up, sis" I growl and finally manage it. She giggles so sweetly and brightly that my heart melts. And the sight of her breasts... sweet, little playthings with pointy nipples and made to be groped, gentle and firm, both ways. My sister has such a fucking perfect body...

"Finally. You take so much time with everything orEeeep..." I throw her onto her back and tug at her sweatpants, comfortable and loose and luckily easy to take off. There are her pink panties. And then they're gone.

And there she is.

"Holy shit, Sis..."

"What?" Rose mumbles, her cheeks red and bright again, her eyes uncertainly looking at me between her fingers. I just shake my head.

"I've waited years for this."

"Me too," she admits. "Take me." I bend down to her, spread her legs with my body and she helps me while her socks remain on her feet and her bra is still hanging around one arm. "But..." I stop, look at her. "You can have me... but..." She smiley weakly.
"What?" I ask "Tell me, sis. tell me everything." She lowers her hands.

"Promise me you'll kiss me... bro..."

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At first it's hectic and fast. We hardly notice that I'm inside her, only when Rose moans, loudly, almost too loudly. I have to press my hand over her mouth and her eyes look at me while her body twitches beneath me in time with my thrusts. I have nothing to lose and Rose is so tight, wet and warm. Hot, even. Girls are always so hot during sex and Rose almost burns out while she clings to me with all her strength and her inner muscles try to milk my dick.

Finally she can't take it anymore and tickles my hand with her tongue. With an apologetic look I take my hand away but she also looks at me apologetically. Then she closes her eyes and feels my hand on her small breast with the soft, large nipples just before our lips meet again.

Then we do it tenderly. She sits on me, her knees sore from the rough carpet, red on her pure white skin. She leans on me, rocks her hips and pants slightly, breathing heavily as she feels me shift, dig and push inside her. We don't have time or patience for other stuff. Only sex occupies our minds. Finally sex with our sibling.

"That's so good," she whispers, her eyes closed, a dainty smile on her lips that can't decide whether to appear playful or relaxed. Maybe both. Rose is a deep woman and I respect that. "If I had known that you felt so good inside me, I would have fucked you much sooner," she admits and opens her eyes.

"We both had our reasons not to do it," I say and stroke her cheek while her body is rocking on me and her hips touching my skin.

"My reasons were stupid and mean," she admits. "Finn, I'm sorry and..." Instinctively, she suckles my thumb in her mouth.

"Shut up," I counter with a smile. Then I look down at her slightly wobbling breasts. "And we don't fuck," I finally say and see her questioning look as her tongue circles my thumb. "We make loooove," I grin. "Sweet sweet loooove." Her giggle reaches me, happy, liberated. Then she grabs my arm and gently pulls my finger out of her mouth, kisses it and lowers my arm.

"You can fuck me, Finn," she admits. "I want to." I grin crookedly, then raise my hand.

"Rock paper scissors?" I ask and Rose laughs, losses her strength and rests her body on my while she feels my dick in her hole.

“Two out of three?”

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In the end, Rose wins. A good victory that she desperately needs today.

So we fuck.

I push her ass across the carpet to the wall with my trusts, making her ass red with burning welts, only cooled by her wetness between her legs. Then I lift her up and we do it standing on the wall, her arms and legs around me while her tongue conquers my mouth, just like my cock conquers her pussy. Of course we try to be quiet, we try, but Rose is just too good. We both manage it.

“I’m coming,” I finally say and loosen my grip on her body.

But Rose clings to me even tighter.

“Me too,” she gasps.

“Rose, I’m coming,” I warn again.

“Shut up loser and come inside,” she moans. "Paint me white loser."

Then it’s already too late. I feel her crossed legs on my ass and her fingernails on my back. Then I only feel heaven and the angel whose kiss suddenly becomes much more loving as I spread my cum in her opening and conquer my sweet little bratty mean Rose.

Finally she lets go of me. We take a thick blanket, wrap ourselves in it and lie on the bare, rough carpet. I hear Rose breathing softly in my arms as she snuggles up to me in fetal position, as if she was made for it, her chin on my chest, the smell of her hair in my nose.

I have never slept so comfortably.

Rose Lynchwood. +13 (PS -48)

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A message from the author: Okay. -48 for Rose. First of all, let me tell you, I didn't know it would happen so quickly, even though I knew Rose would start with a slightly higher score.

Some of you have rightly pointed out that it is uncharacteristic of Michelle, and now Rose, to behave like this at roughly -50, and I have thought about it a lot.

I hope this explanation will satisfy those who are worried that I am racing through the score too quickly or revealing too much too soon.

The progress score shows how much of the journey a subject has already completed. But that doesn't mean that you can only expect certain behavior once you have reached a certain score. It is more an indication of how much they accept their path. Every woman, whether with or without the MCD, is capable of petplay or sex with her brother in a certain situation. But to counteract the inflation of the whole system, I decided to let Michelle get so angry. She did it, just like Rose slept with her brother, but tomorrow is another day and once tempers have calmed down, the women might not think her actions were so brilliant. With a high progress score, however, that won't happen. And with other paths, this will become even more apparent.

And I also needed a sex scene so you wouldn't get bored. (Which doesn't seem to be the case, considering the incredible support I still get!) But hey, I thought the idea of ​​Rose reacting like that was incredibly sweet and had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you feel the same way. And if not, that's totally okay and I'll listen to what you have to say.

And when it comes to the pictures, I'm still torn. In my other stories I actually only use one picture, once in the character chapter and once when I introduce the character in the story. But for some of the girls I obviously have several pictures available and this will be the first story in which I use as many pictures as possible. Even if that means that girls like Jasmine and Rose will get more pictures than Tammy and Michelle, of whom I only have one picture.

And besides, in the next chapter, there will be a big revelation regarding the MCD and it will open up even more possibilities for you.

Finally, let me say that since the reader decided to introduce Michelle first and then Rose, it gave me the opportunity for this (in my opinion) very great chapter. If it had been up to me, I would have introduced Rose first, then Tammy, then Michelle and finally Jasmine, but the reader's input allows me to make decisions that make me very happy. I didn't expect that. Thank you for that.

For now, I'm going to take care of the MC's work, add another girl and a path so you have 4 options to choose from again, and continue working on the other paths and improving the perks. Thanks for reading.

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