Another normal dinner date. Part III

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Chapter 86 Part III. A tough piece of meat.

“Heather, what the fuck!” Startled, Bella clamps my fingers between her surprisingly firm buttocks, and the fabric of her dress rubs roughly against my skin as we both turn to the girl who has suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, appeared in the kitchen.

“Hehe,” she grins sheepishly, fixing us with her dark brown eyes. Her smile is almost manic, yet incredibly sweet, even in this situation where I shake my hand, hoping my fingers are still intact. If her ass is that tight, how tight must it feel to fuck her in there? I quickly shake my head and pretend to brace myself against the sink. As if I hadn't just had my fingers inside my girlfriend. While she angrily questions her sister about why she's in the kitchen, my heart rate calms down a bit. So this is the Joker path? Scaring and embarrassing? What was the MCD thinking? Then I glance over at Heather.

Little sisters can be annoying, I know. Sometimes even real little devils. Tammy is the best example. At least Heather smiles cheerfully, not venomously, as she sticks her tongue out at us. Bella is too upset to notice, but I see the slight blush on her cheeks and chest, which shows that even my Joker doesn't quite understand why she feels such pleasure teasing her big sister and her boyfriend. She kinda looks cute this way, I notice, and I'm no longer under any illusions. I will sleep with Heather, I know. The MCD is quite clear about this. The only question is when.

Not today, that's for sure, seeing Heather start a fight with her sister right after mocking me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She crosses her arms over her chest. She has such small breasts. Perfect for biting and nibbling. "Dad meant you two probably need help, the way you're progressing." But tame like my daughter, she won't be, I guess. More like a tough piece of meat. A tough piece of meat that I have to spank tender first. Heh. Nice. But Bella is about to see red.

"We're not slow!" she defends herself, and I push off from the sink so I can jump between the sisters if necessary. Bella, of course, knows nothing of the certainty with which I'm arguing. As far as she's concerned, Heather isn't a future bedmate for the harem, but, like Tammy before her, an annoying little sister. A sister who also ruined a hot, intimate moment with her boyfriend.

I still don't know if I should approve of the exhibitionism perk or not. In any case, it was very exciting to see how Bella, who is already quite open-minded, considering our adventures in Central Park, enjoyed this situation. Now her sister is standing in the room, her pussy is wet, my finger is hurting, and we all still have a mountain of dirty dishes to wash. So I decide to bring some peace to the situation.

At that moment, their dad sticks his head through the door, looks scornful at his daughters and then at me.

"We were just taking a break," I add for Bella's sake, taking my hand and placing it protectively over her shoulders while my fingers spread her juices between them. "But now we'll continue." I look at Bella, who sees her dad disappearing again with a soft sigh, certainly knowing the two girls' behavior already. "A productive date, don't you think?" She smiles at me in a lovely way.

"This isn't over, Lynchwood," she whispers at me, her face all but lovely, but more naughty than I've seen her in a while. I grin sheepishly.

"You two just keep doing the dishes," Heather says teasingly. "I'm not touching that dirty dirt."

"Dirty dirt," Bella snorts, turning to the dishes while Heather goes to the other end of the kitchen and starts cleaning the tables and other surfaces. Her movements are deft and show that she's already had some practice. I watch Heather for a while longer, the movements of her little hands, the slight twitch of her head when she sees something disgusting, which is really cute, her annoying whistling, out of tune and precisely there to go on my nerves, her slim legs and surprisingly cushy ass that… "Finn!" Bella grabs me, almost at my ear but luckily not like a cheating schoolboy, and moves me next to her again. "Focus on this shit," she snarls, and shoves a plate into my hand.

That's how we spend the next half hour or so. We'll soon have finished the mountain of plates… Then Bella's father comes into the room again, a cart of dirty dishes in front of him. I can barely suppress an annoyed groan. Only the fact that this man will decide whether or not to make my life a living hell once he knows I'm going to sleep with one, then both of his daughters, is holding me back. }and Heather are already used to handling this situation.

"Daaaaad!" Heather grumbles, annoyed, while Bella angrily grabs my arm, making me flinch.

“Don’t complain,” her father retorts. “Take a leaf out of Finn’s book.” He points at me, and a benevolent smile spreads across his broad, blue-collar face—a smile I hope will still be there after me doing a hot threesome with his two daughters. “Thanks, boy,” he says in a rough but good-natured voice. “We could use the help.”

“No problem, Mr. Taubner,” I say kindly, and I’m not pretending. “The food here is so good, I’m happy to spend time at your restaurant.” He winks at me.

“Just don’t think you’re getting a discount,” he replies in that way that shows he means well, but will also follow through on his words.

“Dad, you’re not going to make my boyfriend pay for this meal when he’s helping us out for free, are you?” Bella bursts out. The family’s situation must be really complicated.

“Wait, honey,” I say quickly, biting my tongue. The nickname seems to be allowed, though. "No payment?" I ask in mock surprise. Mr. Taubner laughs, and Bella glares at him, then turns sweetly to me.

"No payment from him, babe," she whispers so her father can hear clearly. "But as soon as we're alone..."

"Which won't happen!" her father counters. "Bella. Act like the woman you are." Bella tries to set him on fire with her eyes. "And Heather..."

"Yes, Daddy?" He moans.

"Please don't flood the kitchen. Again." With that, he places the trolley full of dishes in front of Bella and me. "That's the last for today," he informs us, looking at me. "Thanks." Then he leaves the kitchen, and my girlfriend and I exchange meaningful glances.

The next eighty to one hundred plates, bowls, spoons, and forks, accompanied by the loud hum and shuffling of the dishwasher, pass by relatively quietly. Heather, Bella, and I fall into a dull routine of washing, wiping, and drying, and while Bella and I work our way through the slowly, so slowly, shrinking mountain of dirty dishes, Heather cleans herself from one end of the room to the other. The kitchen reminds me a bit of that special scene from Jurassic Park. No raptors, but here too, there are those rows of countertops for Heather to attend to. Still, she's surprisingly meticulous while the three of us sink into our own thoughts.

I think about how it feels to stand next to Bella. Of course, I think about this girl. As assertive and strong as I want to be, I'm still a man who's stunned to find himself standing next to a sexy girl who has no problem being touched by him. I think about what the future will be like. Our first date in Central Park wasn't exactly romantic. 'Wild and passionate' suits Bella better. She wants to be my devoted, cheeky girlfriend, not my little cow. The second date… Well, I can say that drying dishes next to her doesn't really bother me. I can only hope she doesn't feel guilty about it. The good thing is that, as should be the case on a second date, I got to know the woman I want to spend my life with a little better.

And of course, I'm also thinking about Heather. While Bella has already carved out a place for herself in the web that is my life, where I know exactly how I want to treat her and am confident in my ability to navigate the path that the MCD has given her, Heather is still a wild card at the moment. She's as sassy as she is beautiful. The MCD will only amplify that aspect. And I can picture myself with her, passionately tearing the bed apart, just as I can picture myself lovingly pressing her against a wall and kissing her. I can picture myself with her and Bella together, wild, loving sex and romantic evenings for the three of us.

I'm in a state of euphoria knowing this girl will soon spread her legs for me, whether out of love or teasing foolery, her pussy will open wide for me. A shiver runs down my spine.

Since the MCD came into my possession, I've been experiencing every stage of dating, courtship, and loving more intensely than I ever imagined. And all at the same time. While Bella is already making her mark and staking out her territory, where I can act as boyfriend and protector, Heather is still brand new. Free and liberated energy with Bella. Pure and untapped potential with Heather. Two sisters. One wants to be dependent on me like a cow, but is strong enough to be her own boss. One like a wild card, with whom I only know I'll definitely enjoy the sex. One with whom I want to share my life. One with whom I'll fuck until my cock is going numb.

This duality would have confused me in the past, perhaps even made me doubt myself. But that's what the MCD gives me. Not a harem. That's just an incredibly welcome byproduct of the girls who love me. The MCD gives me the strength to see women as they are, not just as they want to be seen. Some, most of them, like that. No games. Submission, and with it, a place in a harem of ten or more women, but one that belongs only to you. A place just for them and the people they want in it. A relationship with me without the constraints of "normal" life. Never alone again, always someone by your side. They share me with others, but in return, they get a group of people, not just me, who will never let them down. Others are fighting against it. Candice, Lynn, Rania, and Sonya. But they will lose, and soon they too will face the same question: Submission and happiness, or independence and struggle. My girls have chosen. Lisa, Rose, and now Bella too.

And what will Heather decide? Will she accept sharing me with her sister? Will she fit in or forge her own path? And how will I treat her? After all, I'm the one who will decide her fate, no matter what conclusion she reaches. I am the master of my women, I've accepted that. And it's up to me to decide how I treat them. A frightening thought. But I'm mature enough to acknowledge that I won't change it. These girls, Heather included, are bound to me. They will belong to me, and it's up to me to give them a place where they are safest.

How will I get Lisa to confront her fear and, with me by her side, venture out into the world, electronic and real? How will I teach Rose that she has already proven her worth to me and doesn't need to prove herself by being my "best bro"? How will I show Bella that with me she can be as weak as a cow and yet as vibrant as a human being?

Each of my girls will ask herself to what extent she wants to be what the MCD wants her to be, how far she wants to follow its path, and how much she wants to change. So far, it seems that my girlfriends are straying furthest from their paths. Rose isn't supportive, she's free and sassy. Lisa isn't independent, ​​she's shy and submissive. And Bella isn't docile, she's free-loving and, in a very sexy way, bossy as fuck.

My volleyball girls are facing this same question. Except that I'll be the one making the decision. That's the difference between a girlfriend and an MCD subject. They're all my subjects. But some are more than that.

The only certainty is that I'll take care of them all. First, in the way I think is right. Then, maybe, in the way they themselves want.

And Heather?

I imagine myself standing behind her. So much youthful energy in her body and mind. So much potential. Bella has this too, only she's mature enough to decide for herself how to use it. She usually teases me with it, but I know I trust Bella enough to let her forge her own path. Heather, on the other hand, is still completely dependent on me. That turns me on. The way she trembled when she got her first points. She'll need my help. I'll be able to take care of her. I imagine myself placing my hands on her hips, spreading her legs with my foot and moving those skinny jeans aside. She glances over her shoulder as I pull down her pants and…

“Ouch…”

It seems I wasn't the only one whose mind was wandering.

Message from the author:

Yes, not much action in this chapter, but it was important to me to show the place Bella, Rose, and Lisa occupy in the story/Finn's life. While writing, I thought about how the three of them relate to Finn and, thanks to your dedication, have become the three best characters I've written so far. Even though, as already mentioned, they aren't at all how the MCD (i.e., I, when I started the story) wanted them to be.

That's the main reason for this author's message.

Once I realized that these three would form the core of the story, wrapped in a sugary-sweet coating of Jasmine, Tammy, and Michelle, I toyed with the idea of ​​how far I could push the MCD concept. Especially with Rose, who, as one of the few characters, won't be given another model to accompany her (pretty sure on that). Instead, I have some cool ideas regarding her path and how I can make the story a bit "creepier." I want to play with some shock moments, but I'm such a doormat that I'm warning you in advance. Eh.

The next chapter begins with the sex scenes, and I think they turned out pretty well. I think I've already mentioned that I find it very easy to write Bella, and I'm already looking forward to a sister/sister threesome with you, Bella, and Heather.

As for Heather, as also mentioned in this chapter (you see how important it was to write this one?), her character and place in the harem aren't entirely clear yet. Heather is based on the Jungian model of the Jester. Figures. "The Jester" wants to experience freedom and fun and fears boredom.

I'm pretty sure I'd categorize Bella as "The Explorer". Driven by the desire for freedom (which she mentions quite clearly later), she fears entrapment, i.e., being stuck in the family's kitchen. This dilemma makes it easy for me to write a plot for her and connect it with other characters. Although it fits pretty well with a cow, not wanting to be confined in a milking framw for the rest of her life. Pretty poetic, I think and not thought through by me at all.

When I think about it, I also share the other girls' boyfriends' boyfriends if they appear in the story.

Which will be, by a slight margin, Rania! Candice was in the lead a few day's ago but the last vote gave Rania the same amount and put her on top of the list. So I chose her.

I think Rania will fit best under "The Sage" Type for archetypes and motivations. The hunt for knowledge (I will work with the next specialisations of her path on that) and the fear of deception. I think her chapter will get pretty long again because I want to drive forward not only her PS, but mention Susan, Lakota and Tana as well! I already have most of the pieces together and just need to find a way to glue them all together.

Oh and I found, kid you not, like almost 300 new pictures of Sonya's Model. Almost got nosebleed with some of them. So I think, especially since I already planned it, she will be more central for the stories in the future. Although I have so much stuff planned for her already that I want her to do.

Next chapter tomorrow again, promise. I got really sick with my family. Like, really sick, again. Not the normal stuff that hunts me for the last months, but just a plain and simple heavy virus infection that made me do some reeeeealy nasty stuff on my toilet. With that, I leave you alone and with you a good start in the week.