Intermission: The key to a new world...

Across town night has fallen as well, but it does not yet bring dreams. Susan is already in her bed, but can't fall asleep. Normally, after studying in the evening, she is so tired that her eyes fall shut right away. But now something is different and she knows exactly what. She bends her legs, curves the blanket upwards and feels her thighs. She hasn't told her mother that she hasn't put on her pajama pants, but has only put on a slip for the night. With her hands she carefully strokes her skin and feels her body. Everything is so new. The feel of her fingers on the skin, the soft rustle of the bedspread, the smell of her skin, everything reminds her of him. With a soft sigh, she turns her head to the side. There aren't many places in her room that her mother doesn't know about. Susan used to like that, but even that has changed and now she feels a piercing worry her mother... or much worse her father might find the nondescript box she has hidden under her old, unused textbooks.

But there is something else and it takes Susan a few minutes to realize what it is. Finn would know what she feels without her having to tell him, but even Susan recognizes in herself the desire to roll out of bed, to scurry around the room on silent soles and bare feet, to take the box out of its hiding place and to take her memory of Finn to bed with her... Then she realizes that she has already done all that and is holding the cool, hard silicone object in her hand that represents Finn. Amazed at herself, Susan doesn't get the idea that it could possibly be dangerous to hold a penis replica in her hands right now, right here. Her parents move around the house as if they live here alone and her mother has come into her room many times without knocking.

Nervously, her eyes dart to the door but no lights shine in the hallway and only faint sounds of a late-night talk show drift up to her. Then she looks anxiously again at the tool from, and the memory of,Finn. She cradles it in her hands, didn't remember it being this heavy, and the size takes her breath away. No way in hell was that in me, she thinks to herself, but knows Millie wasn't lying to her. Denise also looked so funny when she explained where this... thing came from. Susan has to swallow at the thought that she is only holding a part of Finn in her hands. He is so much more than a replica of this heavy and... powerful body part. He's kind, funny, and so infinitely understanding. That he cares for her and her sister means infinite things to Susan. She does not regret for a second that she has given herself to him, but briefly ponders why she did it so willingly. Maybe it was out of lust, or because she was worried about Claire. That she doesn't know exactly what love feels like scares Susan. She grips the replica tighter in her hands and cringes. Is this hurting him, maybe? Would he be mad at me now? She knows what Finn is like when he's angry. She has experienced it. It's all the more fascinating to Susan that he likes her anyway.

"No...he loves me." Just a soft whisper in the darkness and her hands relax. He will show her. He is patient and forgiving of her ignorance, her worries and mistakes. Yes, he is so much more than a penis... "A cock..." The corners of her mouth twitch at the thought of how filled out she felt. Susan strains for her boyfriend, trying to imagine what it would be like to not have him around anymore. She feels bad at the thought. Then she tries to imagine what it would be like if the night he took her was the only one and she was never allowed to feel him again. That hurts even more. Susan thinks of Millie and his trust in his sister. "Come on..." she mutters, trying to think that he would only use her, not love her. Startled, she tears open her eyes. At first she wants to cry because the thoughts hurt so much, but then she quickly realizes that she's figured out something for herself that she's been brooding over since she had her head in the toilet next to Denise.

"I love him. He's...everything to me." Smiling contentedly, Susan lies in her bed, her body relaxing and happy. "I love Finn," she whispers, realizing the truth. Yes, he is everything. He is her love, her life. She loves everything about him and he touches every aspect of her self. But that also means...

A brief pain runs through her as she bites her lip, guilt stinging her. But even now her boyfriend is there for her. He has... entrusted it to me. He wants me to use it. No sooner have the neurons flashed through her head than her eyes dart down to the elongated object lying heavy and powerful on her floral bedspread. Her lips are adorned with a mischievous smile. One last glance at the unlocked door but her instincts are stronger than her worries. The light duvet arches upward and her fingers feel the warmth of her skin beneath her pajamas. Everything that is happening is so new to Susan and much of it she has only experienced once in her life. Unlike Claire, she has already touched herself a few times and even fingered herself to orgasm but the real experience with Finn has swept away her ideas and preparations for the surely soon coming loss of her innocence like a whirlwind and replaced it with something much bigger. It should scare her to experience something like this alone, but Susan McKinley no longer feels alone as the image of Finn slides between her thighs, tightening her panties and making her belly rise and fall all the faster.

"Finn..." she whispers softly, letting his name slide over her tongue. She can almost taste him, smell him, feel him. It's quite easy to imagine him sitting between her spread thighs, smiling knowingly at her. He gently but firmly pushes his penis past her panties and waits patiently at her opening until Susan is ready. He knows exactly what he's doing, even if the girl can't replicate his movements. But she knows what he has done to her to make her happy. And Susan is happy.

And then the door to her room flies open. Susan only doesn't scream out loud because she just pushed the air out of her lungs with a wistful sigh. With wide eyes she looks at the figure standing in the doorway and begs inwardly that it is not her father.

"Excuse me," echoes the equally shocked voice from Claire through the room.

"Damn it Claire!" Susan screeches, sitting up and hoping her little sister hasn't seen what she's hiding between her legs. Of course Claire knows. Her eyes dart over the other's body and linger on the exact spot where Finn... his penis is. Susan shakes her head in a daze, trying to cope with the impressions warring against each other. "What do you want?" Her voice is an angry hiss but she immediately calls herself to calm down. Fighting is the last thing she wants to confess to Finn the next time she meets him...and he takes her. Because he's taken Claire too, and that brings the two sisters closer together than shared homework or their parents' efforts. And at that thought, Susan feels no remorse.

"I can't sleep," Claire murmurs, and it's clear that the realization is only now beginning to sink in. "B-but I c-can let you a-lone...i-if you like..." She already wants to turn on her heel but Susan calls her back.

"It's okay," she mumbles, trying to smile apologetically even though her lap is on fire. "What's wrong?" Before Susan has even finished, Claire has already pulled the door shut and hastily hopped onto the bed. Through the vibrations, Susan feels Finn even closer to her and can't help a low hum. But if he can do it, she can concentrate in the face of a loved one. "So?"

"I've been thinking," Claire explains, playing around with the hem of her shirt.

"Ah," is all Susan does and understands. She sits down cross-legged but makes sure the duvet is over her lap. Her arms feel like lead, so hard is it to pull them away from her greedy folds. She shakes her head and finally, after clearing her throat, is able to sort out her thoughts. "About what?" The look on her sister's face says it all. "Ah." Susan wiggles her head and gives her sister a knowing look. Then she remembers the task Finn gave her. "Do you want to tell me about it?" No conflicts or rivalries. Claire knows exactly what Susan wanted to do before she came to her, and Susan knows Claire needs her now. Finn would be proud of them both.

"This is all so new to me," Claire begins.

"Yeah, it is for me too" agrees her sister. "What exactly?"

"Everything!" Claire almost shouts, raising her arms in support. "It's..." Feverishly she searches for words while Susan tries not to think about the weight between her legs that it is at her opening. "Everything is so beautiful." She struggles to find the words. "I can't describe it. Is that how you feel?" Susan just nods. She wouldn't dream of thinking she was more experienced than her sister but Claire was always dreamier than her too. Maybe she's on a different level thanSusan.

"Listen," Susan begins, sliding her lap around a bit. Finn... his cock, penetrates between her panties and her thigh and pushes harder and harder against her willing opening. Without Claire noticing, Susan bites her tongue and swings again from willing daughter to nurturing sister. Then it hits her. Daddy... Her eyes widen a little more and she can't help but open her mouth slightly. She needs the oxygen now in her brain but her heart is beating like crazy too. "I'm not likeFinn, but you can tell me anything. We're both his girlfriends." She forces a smile on her face that actually works well.

"I'm just so excited" gushes Claire who doesn't notice how her sister starts to sweat slightly. "Everything I see and hear and smell seems like the first time to me. Is that normal?" But she doesn't wait for her sister to answer. "And I always want to be with him and hug him and listen to him and all that kind of stuff. You know?" Again, no chance for Susan to say anything back. But as Claire pours out her heart, her big sister also notices that she is distracted by the feeling between her labia and her mind wanders elsewhere. Claire speaks out what is on her mind. But unlike Susan, Claire apparently hasn't experienced the distraction that his body... his replica - Susan has to keep reminding herself - has had on her. "And I don't want to disappoint him and make him happy. I like his laugh and the expression when he looks at me. Is that normal? Because I don't want to seem weird." Then Claire slaps her hands over her mouth. "And I called him daddy. Do you think that makes him angry? Or is he disappointed? What happens if I disappoint him? Does he then spank me or leave me or does he then just have sex with you?" Claire interrupts herself not out of concern or the thought that Susan might say something to that but because she can't breathe.

"You're in love Claire." Susan takes the opportunity to say the words that have also been haunting her mind since the moment Finn - the real Finn - slid in and changed her forever. Claire stops a few seconds, her expressions changed from giggly to concerned.

"So this is what it feels like?" she asks finally but talks to herself again. Susan nods. "I thought that was just lust for him or what he wanted me to say."

"I don't think he's telling you what to say, sister." Susan has to chuckle and Claire soon joins in after her startled expression relaxes.

"Yeah...you're probably right." Then the young McKinley looks tentatively at the one year older. "And the other one?"

"It all sounds really like love to me" Susan assures good-naturedly. "I mean, you can see it, too. The way you look at him and he looks at you. And the way he treats you. He really likes you a lot."

"And he likes you, too." Even without being present, their mutual boyfriend brings the sisters together. "I just don't want to do anything wrong, that's all."

"You can't do anything wrong, Claire. This is love."

"Is that how you feel?" The two used to fight over a lot of things, mostly the attention of their parents. Now Claire asks out of curiosity and maybe to help Susan a little, but not out of spite. Claire gets a grateful and eager nod in response.

"Mmm. When I met him, I just wanted to make you jealous with him" she confesses, "The way he handled Millie, and Megan..."

"And later with Maureen, too."

"Yeah. That really sunk in considering how we dealt with each other, didn't it?" Claire nods.

"But not anymore."

"I love him too Claire," Susan admits to herself. "And he knows it."

"And does that scare you too?"

"Scare, no. But I want to please him too." The younger one's eyes go wide, glittering in the dim darkness.

"Does that mean..."

"No, don't worry. We won't fight each other again. I promise." Now Susan really has to laugh, heartily and happily. "Finn likes it much better when the two of us stick together. We're part of something really big now, okay? Love is still new to us." She frowns a little, thinking. "From now on, we'll be watching the other girls very closely. Megan andMaureen. They've both had boyfriends before and might be able to help us if we have questions."

"And Millie has known Finn for a while."

"Right. Come here." Susan pulls her little sister close and wraps her arms around her. "From now on, we stick together because that's what Finn wants us to do. We don't need to argue or fight each other again." Claire clings to her sister a little tighter until they finally let go, not without Susan stroking her sister's arm once. Then both girls' gazes wander down. The bedspread has slipped and the heavy object lies completely open between the legs of Susan.

"I have more questions" Claire murmurs, and even though they weren't as intimate with each other as Megan and Millie, they know exactly what the other is thinking.

"Go ahead and tell me."