Conditions and Plans

Chapter 9

You knock on your sister's door. After your conversation and the suggestion to your mother, you now have to do some persuasion without neglecting or hurting one of the sisters.

When Megan calls you in, you find her at her desk in front of her PC.

"What's up biggie? Has Mum calmed down?” You are standing in her room – which does not happen so often because she prefers to come to you to talk – and do not really know where to look. Why are you so nervous? Maybe it's because you are in her private space. You are close to each other, but almost always in the presence of others. Holding hands in the forest was special and you have to admit that, in the morning, you managed to forget her breasts on your back, but the warmth of her hand in yours still accompanies you. In school, you kept clenching your fist to make sure your sister's hand wasn't in it. Her outfit doesn't make it any better. She's wearing a tight-fitting sweater that you've never understood why she's wearing it. That thing doesn't even keep her warm and you always have to give her your jacket... Oh... She has put on sports pants over her legs that reach just below her knees and is wearing the usual sneakers on her feet. Her hair is open. She has decorated the walls of her room with posters of places she would like to travel to someday. And from music bands.

"Yes. I talked to her. She said Millie could come with us. She's just worried about her. But I made a suggestion how we can solve the situation for all of us."

"That sounds good." But she also knows you and notices the undertone in your voice. She turns to you in her chair and looks at you. "What is it?" she asks, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I definitely still need your approval because without it I won't do anything."

"Okay..." she says and looks at you skeptically.

“I suggested to Mum that I take Millie with me tonight and that you and I would share a room in the house. I just wanted to be sure…” But before you can finish the sentence your sister jumps at you with a happy squeak and falls into your arms. You are not really prepared for it and with a 'Uff' you can just prevent both of you from falling. You use the energy of her swing to lift her up and turn her around. Slowly though, because there is not much space between the table, shelf and bed, but you feel her smile on your neck and in your heart.

"It will be so cool biggie! All the time?” You put her down, but she holds your forearms tightly and shines in your face. You smile and look slightly embarrassed.

"I promised Mum Millie can come in at night if she got scared. But I suspect that her friends will already drain enough power from her so that she can sleep peacefully.“ Megan hugs you again and this time it is firmer. What the... You can't look down, but you notice how your body reacts to the proximity of a beautiful girl in a normal way. You can already feel the twitch in your groin but Megan just won't let you go but weigh in your arms and tells of all her plans.

Finally, to prevent a disaster, you sit on her bed and she sits next to you. She hugs you again from the side.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure it's the best birthday you can have. I'm not going to leave anything unplanned and I will overwhelm you with so much affection that you suffocate.” You laugh and use the distraction to press your legs closer together. Slowly the bump becomes uncomfortably large in your lap.

"Well, I don't want to hope that. But seriously:“ You look at her. "You deserve to be the center of attention at least once my cute little Wombat, and I'll make sure of it." You stand up clumsy. "I'll have to explain that to Millie. I hope she is not too disappointed.“ Megan also gets up and knocks you on the shoulder.

"Don't worry biggie. All those hours of history must have left some traces. After all, you’re as persistent as... that guy in the movie you like so much."

"What?" She looks at you slyly. She does her thing with you again.

"Well the guy who saved sixteen hundred men from the Germans in 1941."

"What the... you mean Scofield in 1917?” You laugh, bud then say worried: “But in the end he wasn't very successful as you know.” But Megan just laughs it off.

"But you will be" your sister says and suddenly sounds very calmly. You look into each other's eyes and she covers your arms with her hands again. Then she pulls you close and hugs even tighter. This is not good for your dick, but it is good for your heart. But that too almost explodes when Megan pulls away from you, slipping her hands down your arms, only to then lift her up and encircle your face. She stands on tiptoe, leans her body against yours and when her hands brush your hair aside and her lips touch your forehead, it is as if you were flying. The kiss is quick and fleeting, but not enough to hide everything. And so you notice the slight tremor of her hands and she notices the hiss of air you suck in. When you part again, you look each other in the eye.

"Seriously, that means a lot to me. More than you can imagine. After the conversation today...“ She smiles shyly at you. "Thank you."

Your first reaction is a hoarse croak. You clear your throat and Megan grins. Then you try again, but this time only air comes out of your moving mouth. Now your sister is laughing. It is a happy laugh. She pushes you slightly away from her and drives you on: "Come on. Millie needs some of your rhetoric so that she doesn't turn mum to shreds when there's dinner.” You just nod like a madman, turn around and leave her room. After you have closed the door, you lean against the wall in the hallway, carefully tuching your forehead, which is still burning and freezing at the same time.

Fuck.

• Congratulations! Your sister kissed you! Life is perfect!!! Like the life. Like the chapter.