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Chapter 10

The youngest sister's room differs significantly from that of her older one. Where in the first one long-haired, mostly screaming musicians are depicted, Millie chose medieval themes and fantasy. Elves, dragons, knights, princesses, castles and palaces. No unicorns after all, you think.

You are also rarely here with Millie because she either lies in bed with you or goes to talk to you or Megan in your room, wich you never understood what is so special about. You can clearly see that Millie is crying. You know her well enough to be able to interpret her signs. Moreover, her signs are as clear as a flare in the darkest night. When you knocked she didn't answer, and when you stood in the room, all you had to do was look at the bed with the transparent curtains and the mountain of duvets and pillows to know your sister underneath. When you revealed yourself, you could only hear a dull murmur but understood it as permission to come in.

Without asking, you sit on the bed next to the soft mountain and try to find out where Millie might have her head. You know that your little sister sometimes needs... guidance. She trusts you and relies on you and that you make the right decisions. And why are you horny right now? You look down briefly. Yes, you are pretty turned on. Why not? asks your drill sergeant, who gave up long ago. After all, you don't jump right at her... I mean... fight? You look at the ceiling, which is covered with stars and moons, which glow at night, and shake your head. Then you raise your hand and leave it on the top of the mountain.

"I talked to mum Little One."

"Whre's the problem with putting on something special sometimes?" comes from the blanket.

"Nothing. Mum is just worried. She is afraid that this is a reaction to the experience and that you... overreact. I told her that it is normal for you to experiment and see what it feels like to act like a woman."

"I am a woman. I'm over eighteen. And that means I can do whatever I want.” You have to grin. You were like that too, at least when your sisters weren't there. Jesus all the porn. A man has to know his preferences. Again you smile and with the thought that Millie has these, or at least similar thoughts you can no longer think away your lust. It is getting worse.

"You are a woman, yes. But you still remain her daughter, and that's good. I personally also think it's okay to experiment. But you should also be aware that it is extremely helpful to have someone to support you.“ Wait. Are you still talking about mom ... or yourself? "And Mum would be happy to give you... tips on... adult things."

"I'm not asking mom about something like that", it comes out under the blanket and you feel movements under your hand.

"Yes I can understand that. But we are all there for you. Me, Megan, mum, dad... even Maureen. We are all there for you."

"Megan hates me too."

"What?" You have to blink involuntarily. Did you just understand that correctly?

"Yes it's true! In the morning I hear how she complains about me. That I'm so loud and always stay with you all night. Mum and Megan hate that I want to fall asleep happy."

"W... No... Little One, Megan loves you as much as I do. I promise."

"Come on", now you can hear her sobbing again. Oh damn, you gotta fix that too. You hate her ex-boyfriend at this moment more than ever.

"That isn’t true. You know your sister. She loves to prick sometimes. God, she rips me apart every day,” you say and feel your forehead. "I was just talking to her. And she worries about you as much as I do. She also wants you to come to the holiday house.” There is no reaction. "And I also spoke to Mum. She is just afraid that it is not good for you to sleep by me every night.” You shrug your shoulders and try to continue speaking with a **** light tone. "It doesn't bother me, honestly. But mum, Megan and I came up with something. Hey, are you listening to me?” You knock softly on the blanket once. "I said you can come with me. It’s done."

"What have you decided?" comes out almost inaudibly from under the blanket.

"You come with us and sleep with your friends in a room for the time we are there. Megan sleeps by me. And if it's really bad, you can come over. Mum just wanted me to give it a try and I promised her that I would make you and your girlfriends so tired in the evening that you will fall into bed just like that. What do you think?” At first nothing comes in responce and you think again about the situation. "It doesn't really change that much, does it? We...“ You are now whispering too. "We only pretend that everything is going according to plan and if you like, we'll find a way to get you to bed with me." You stop at these words. With Megan you would have got a fist in the ribs – just for fun. But Millie doesn't move and you can't see her expression under the covers. Did you go too far? "And tonight you can stay with me straight away. Practically as a small 'thank you' from mum."

That triggers the hoped-for reaction. The blanket flies towards you and Millie sits up. It turns out you've been talking to her feet all the time. You hear the same enthusiastic squeak from Millie and she also falls around your neck. Fortunately, the blanket is over your lap. Now you have such a tent in your crotch that Tenzing Norgay and Edmund Hillary could face serious difficulties.

You manage to steal out of the room with a nervous laugh and survive the day without your dick exploding, which is not easy, because Millie and Megan keep hugging you all the time. Your parents just look at you in amazement and frown amused at your half-hearted and embarrassing efforts to keep the girls away from you.

Your sister's spend the rest of the day packing and talking on the phone. Every few minutes there is an update of who is coming along from your sister's friends, who is waiting in front of whose house and who you have to pick up where and when and who is sitting in which car. You drive with two cars to get all of them. You in one car... and Maureen in the other.

It was a surprise to everyone when she signed up a few days ago. Of course there was a discussion between Megan and your mother at first, but you said a word of power. After all, Maureen also belongs to the family yada yada yada.

And so it happens that your older sister walks through the door in the early evening, throws her things on the Couch and immediately sets up camp in the living room. When your mother wants to start a discussion, Maureen states icy coldly that she once had a room here, but that is now the adventure land of Dad and Finn.

"What battle are you two recreating there?" she asks mockingly. So she sleeps on the couch in the living room. Maureen is the one who reacts the most to your sisters' behaviors and fondle your hair like a child and gives you nicknames. The other sisters find this less funny, but it is a relief for you to be able to play the "little brother" once in a while. Otherwise, the chemistry between you and your little sisters would be all too obvious. At 8:00 p.m. Millie waves goodbye. Everyone has to go to bed earlier today so that you don't catch rush hour tomorrow morning. Millie and you hate it, Megan doesn't care. So it's 2-0... for Megan, who simply decides when to go.

"How's my lesser favourite family doing?" Maureen asks you around 10:30 p.m. Megan and your parents just said goodbye. Megan hugged you again and wispered that she was looking forward to tomorrow. Maureen has watched you closely and is now attacking like the light Brigade at Waterloo: Without any mercy. "The three of you seem to be getting on better and better," she winks.

"You got a good picture tonight. Megan and I could hardly be closer friends and Millie is getting better every day.” Was that too aggressive?

"Mum said today that she would crawl into your bed every night?" You can't miss the suggestive tone in her voice. And it wasn't meant to be a question either.

"It helps her," you say matter-of-factly.

"Oh little brother." A whisper like from an angel. An angel with a shotgun at the ready. "An eighteen year old, young, scared girl in your bed at night."

"Maureen..." you moan and try not to sound as if she had spoken your darkest fantasies.

"What? You are not really related. And if you ask me, a good fuck wouldn't hurt Millie."

"That's enough," you say verry firmly. "She is my little sister, nothing more." You want to get up, especially because you are getting hard again. But Maureen holds you by the arm, laughing, and pulls you back on the sofa.

"Alright, little brother. Everything is cool. Was just a joke. She is a good girl.” Now she sounds ironic. What is this woman’s problem, that she has to make such sayings? Not that they are not true... as far as you are concerned... but as a sister one just don't say such things. You just manage not to tell her and somehow you still come up with normal topics like school and the work of Maureen. When she starts reporting on her current boyfriend and what he does in bed with her, you switch the subject brusquely to the Battle of the Somme. The evening died as quickly as the soldiers there and you say goodbye to each other.

"Wait a minute," Maureen holds you back, and because she sounds genuinely concerned, you turn around again. She looks hurt and embarrassed to the ground. You haven't really seen such behavior with her yet. "I'm a little embarrassed now..." That makes you listen. You turn completely to her and wait for her confession. That will be interesting. Memories of your games from earlier come up. Your first porn with her on your eighteenth birthday. The question and answer game afterwards. But you've never seen her so ****.

"What is it?" you smile at her. She grabs her long brown hair, which seems to downright flow over her shoulders as always. Maureen has always handled her hair well and it is one of her strongest 'arguments'.

"May... May I..." You actually have to swallow. "May I can scurry under the covers to you tonight and can you show me how to have fun as a big girl?" Her voice. Her voice sounds so real. But then she smiles dirty. "Or you ride me vigorously and we wake your sisters up." Your feelings for her sink to a new low. Yes, maybe that has something to do with today's experiences. But when it comes to Megan and Millie, you don't understand fun.

"They are also your sisters and it would be good for you to think about how they might feel about you."

"Oh come on," Maureen says a little louder now. "They have the hots for you. Both of them!” Now you get angry. Why? Because you got caught? Because you want to protect them? None of that? Both? You do not know. But it makes you angry.

"I don't care about that Maureen. And do you know why? Not everything in life is about sex. What Millie, Megan and I have is something I wouldn't give up for anything in the world. Even if that meant staying single or having to endure your shit forever. The two give me something that you have probably never experienced in life: a destiny. Even if that doesn't matter to you. Good night.” You turn around and go upstairs. You don't hear anything from her, but you feel her looks on your back.

When you reach the top of the stairs, you freeze when you notice a dark shadow in the hallway. Megan is standing in the doorway of her room in her pajamas. Before you can say anything, she approaches you quietly. You see almost nothing in the darkness of the aisle and only when she closes in to your face with her hands does it dawn on you what is about to happen. But neither you nor any other power in the universe can prevent the coming. When her lips touch yours, the only effort you make is to reconcile what has been said with what is happening by accepting her kiss but not replying. It doesn't take long either, just a second. And as soon as it happens it ends again. Megan strokes your cheek with her thumb and then disappears into her room. As if in a trance, you go to the bathroom, wash yourself, brush your teeth and then support yourself at the sink and look at your reflection.

You do that every night. It helps you to concentrate. You take a deep breath, then one more time and a third time.

"Stay calm," you whisper. "Stay calm." Then you look yourself in the mirror. You imagine your imaginary drill sergeant. He is speechless. "Okay..." You breathe in and out again. In and out. In and out. It is time. You have felt it for a few months, oh what, years. There's no point fighting it. You cannot win this fight. And if your goal remains the same, to ensure the happiness of your sisters, now you have to let yourself fall into the abyss. Then you have to do what you always wanted but never dared to do. If you want to be there for Megan and Millie, you have to admit it now. This is the only way you can give them what they want.

"Yes... you love Megan." So now you said it. No way back.

"I love Megan." It's just a whisper. A Breathe in the seclusion of the bath. But it changed your world.

"And I love Millie."

"Fuck."

Fuck.

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