Jurassic Feelings. Part II.

"Hey, hey, Princess," I whisper while rubbing Tammy’s back. She looks so cute in her pink shirt; her bare legs press against my lap as we sit so, so close together.

Sam Neill is dead. The thought swirls in my mind, and my stomach knots painfully. Alan Grant is dead.

But even though there is darkness in my heart, there is light, too. A light radiating from Jasmine and Rose.

The two of them stand in the room, looking at me with an expression I can’t quite decipher. As a family—the unit of loving individuals we’ve built—we’ve never experienced anything like this before. One of us has lost someone who mattered to them. And that someone is me.

"Oh, honey," Jasmine coos, her voice filled with such passion and love that it moves my heart. The two young women watch as I interact with the youngest and the most mature member of our family. "We’re so sorry."

"Don’t be," I try to reassure her. "I love you all, and the last thing I want is for you to feel bad because of my sadness." That brings a warm, teary-eyed smile to Jasmine’s face.

Rose, on the other hand, looks at me with a gaze that...

"Fuck that."

She starts moving, pulling Jasmine along in her wake. Her cute little shirt flutters around her inviting hips, and with a kind of feminine assertiveness—acting every bit the bratty little sister—she drops into the chair next to me. There’s a rasping sound as she drags the chair right up close to mine with rythmic trusts that scratch the ground. Then she leans forward, grabs one of my hands, and brings it to her lips.

Her kiss is light, warm, and fills me with life. Her lips press against my skin with a fiery gentleness and as Tammy wraps her legs around my hips, Rose places my hand against her cheek. Such soft skin. So warm. So welcoming. A lump forms in my throat.

"You can be sad now," she says, using that gentle voice I hear so rarely—and only when I’m around. It’s the voice she reserves just for me. The voice that can touch my soul. "I want..." She doesn't move her head, but glances briefly at Jasmine. "We want to be sad with you."

"It’s just an actor," I say, getting defensive. That’s the thing about a guy like me. "It’s nothing."

"It’s something important to you." That’s Jasmine, resting on my other side. Now all my women are close to me. Tammy on my lap, Mom between our bodies with her cheek against my heart, Jasmine on one side, Rose on the other. "Please share this with us."

It takes time. A while. For me to open up. To be vulnerable.

Not the protector. Not the leader. Not the one in charge of my feelings—or theirs.

But I love them. Fuck, I love them all. I love Mom, and I love Tammy, and I love Jasmine, and I love Rose. I love them so, so much. So it’s easy.

"It’s a part of myself, you know?" he asks us. But I don’t know. I don’t understand. Jasmine might. It seems she’s seen some of those Sam Neill movies. Tammy and Mom, too. Just cuddling.

As for me? I’m his sister. His girlfriend. His best buddy.

And I have no fucking clue what’s going on in his heart.

“If you don’t have many friends… And not much joy in life… Then you look for something that brings you joy. I got lucky, you know? No alcohol. Too few friends for that. No drugs. Too little money for that. But movies? Heh. Movies… yeah… that’s something I can cope with, you know? And Jurassic Park… heh… Sam Neill… That’s my childhood. I mean, it came out in 1993. Heh. Some of us weren’t even born back then. Others were just a few years old. But fuck… The T-Rex’s roar? The lines? Dr. Alan Grant?” I squeeze his hand tighter. I want to be close to him. Across from us, I can feel and hear Jasmine doing the exact same thing. “God, that scene with the Brachiosaurus…” He sobs. Hard.

And I sob.

And Tammy sobs.

And Jasmine sobs.

Only Mom doesn’t sob. She snuggles up against us, and even though she’s the lowest of us all right now, she’s the strongest.

“I need this,” he says and we listen. As a family. All of us love him. All of us are in love with him. "Movies. You know?" Sniff. Wet eyes and heavy breaths. I press my lips together. My back hurts a little because of the strange angle but I stay in place. There is nothing more in my life right now that I want more than to be supportive of my brother. My sobbing, sad big brother. “Movies saved my life when nothing else could.” He grabs my back and holds me close. My world gets dark as I press my face against his body. I can hear his heart and I can feel Jasmine and Tammy and Mom so close to me. I love them all.

So I start to cry.

“We love you, Finn,” I hear Jasmine’s voice, muffled by his body while my tears wetten his shirt and I feel his stomach rise in cramped breaths. “Finn, we love you so much.”

I can't speak. I want to say something, but I can't.

“Tell us more about that, Daddy,” Tammy whispers, and I’m happy for my little sister to save me.

“It’s just… well… A bit awkward… but…” I can feel him smile, so close to my heart and soul. I can feel what drives him. And I know what will come. Because I choose cold discussion and hot violence to cope with my life.

Finn chooses something different.

"I got my manners from movies, you know? God that's so embarrassing." But Tammy, little innocent Tammy, former bad girl, now his little Princess, climbs up his body and kisses him tenderly. “Movies made me what I am. “They showed me how to… well… I don’t know…” Then he falls silent. He sniffs one last time.

And then he is Finn again.

Finn the hero. Finn the leader. Finn, who bears responsibility for us. Finn, my brother.

“It’s okay,” he assures us. Then he stands up.

My knees ache, but I don’t think about that as my hubby rises. Rose’s back must surely hurt too, though she’s likely used to it, given how often she engages in rough love with him. Just as I am used to kneeling before him. But this time, I don’t have his mighty dick in my mouth. I have something far more precious.

I’ve seen my husband so vulnerable for the first time. I don’t know the limits of how much one can love someone, but right now, I love him even more.

I would die for this man.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +8 (PS +84)

I’d love to tell him. I feel the urge to show him that I’ve changed. That I’m no longer the sister who tortures him out of fear of her love for him, but the obedient wifey who would do anything for him because she loves him and he loves her.

But this isn’t about me. It’s about him. So I stay quiet and follow him as he stands up. Mom is crouching on the floor beside me, and without thinking, I stroke her bare back while Tammy clings to him like his cute little sloth.

And then there’s Rose.

And she needs help.

Yes, I don’t worry about myself. I have my hubby for that. But it’s my job to make sure my sister is okay. And I think I know what’s weighing on Tammy’s aunt. She can’t help it, but she confessed to me in the bathroom that she knows nothing about Jurassic Park, movies, Sam Neill, or any of his other hobbies. And there simply wasn’t time to teach her.

Usually, Rose is the strong one. We’ve all found something since Finn came along and made our lives better. Mom found peace. Tammy found love. I found a sense of belonging. And Rose found strength.

But now she’s standing next to her brother, unable to look at him. She’s lost her strength.

Stunned, I watch how lost Rose looks standing beside him—uncertain and ashamed. I haven’t seen her like this in a long time, and I’d hoped I never would again. It’s something as alien and antiquated as… I almost said seeing dinosaurs in the modern world, but even a cold bitch like me remembers that scene with the big long-necked dino and the music by that very special composer. Finn surely knows more about it, but even someone as dim as me can see the fascination. No. Dinosaurs aren’t a good example of my sister’s state. But I shouldn’t ask myself if I can do something. I should ask myself what I can do.

“Hubby?” The love of my life looks at me. And just like Rose, I do something so outlandish I can hardly believe it.

I lie.

“In the bathroom, Rose mentioned she’d like to watch Jurassic Park,” I lie right to his face. Rose glances at me sideways, and my heart is pounding in my throat. I’m lying to my husband.

But I can do it.

Is it really a lie, then? Is it a lie when a wife gives her all—as a woman and as his property—to reunite her husband with his sister? He and Rose seem just like they used to be. Lost, frightened, and full of pain.

Is it a lie to ensure they both return to the way they’re meant to be? To pull them out of their slump and put them back at the head of this family?

If so, he can punish me later however he wants, I conclude and the look on my sister’s face is sign enough.

Gratitude.

“I’d be happy to help you with that.” “Nonsense,” Jasmine laughs, waving off my offer of help. “It’s a wife’s duty to make sure her husband wants for nothing while he’s in front of the TV.”

“You know,” Finn begins as his wifey spreads out bowls of popcorn, nachos, salsa, and cheese sauce in front of us, “Rose is a woman, too.” He’s still a bit out of sorts—something I realize right after recognizing my own little mistake. Jasmine isn’t doing this just for him, or even for the promise of getting fucked by him later. She’s doing it for me, too. Her little sister.

Her little sister, who is ashamed of not knowing much about the hobbies and lifestyle of the love of her life. Her little sister, who is ashamed of feeling helpless—just like back then. Her little sister, who really ought to be the one serving, while better women—women like Jasmine—sit beside Finn and gaze at the black screen, waiting for it to be filled with prehistoric life.

I’m a little sister who desperately wants to beg him for forgiveness. A little sister who desperately wants to get fucked by him.

Beside me, Finn starts to stir…

“Maybe I should…”

My hand closes around his arm and yanks him back onto the sofa. Roughly and dominant—though even I’m surprised by the grin creeping onto my lips, the one he likes so much on me.

Because I am all of that. Helpless, scared, ashamed.

But I have Jasmine. My big sister. She helps me, builds me up, makes me strong.

Strong for him.

“No, you shouldn’t,” I say, standing up and straddling his lap, facing him like Tammy did a moment ago. Our eyes meet, and behind him—her back to us—my big, loving sister shoots me a warm, approving look. “You should sit here and relax while your girls take care of you.”

“Oh?” he grins. A bit weakly, I admit. Sad. But happy I’m close to him.

“I love you, Finn. I love you so fucking much.”

“Should I?” There it is—the teasing I love with him. The good teasing. Caring teasing. Sexy teasing. So I nod, teasingly. But my hands cup his face in the gentlest way possible, caressing his skin, and I lose myself in his eyes.

“Yes, you should,” I say, my voice sounding like never before. So many emotions. All centered around him. Maybe it’s this MCD thingy—making us all revolve around him. If so, I don’t fucking care. Nobody fucking cares. Why care when you have this boy sitting beneath you, equally losing himself in your eyes? It’s the best fucking feeling ever. “You should sit here,” I say, now determined. “With me. Us. You should hold me and explain why we’re watching this dino flick.” I soften again. I’m so soft and weak with him. So feminine. He reaches out and flicks my nose ring. I giggle. I'm his cute little sister. I'm his love.

Fuck the MCD. That's all me. All Jasmine, Tammy and Mom.

“Not a Dino flick,” he laughs. "It's way more. You see, Spielberg did a hmpf..."

I kiss him. Deep and hard. Then I kiss him more, caring and gentle. Then he kisses me, passionate and loving, while his hands grab my hair and guide me as he likes. He grabs me and moves my head around while kissing, from side to side, angle to angle, to savour me in every direction. He could treat me like chattel if he wanted, this lovely stupid little boy of a man. God, how can one be so on love like I am?

“I love you,” I moan into his mouth. "I'm sorry, I don't know the movie. I'm so sorry I didn't care. I'm sorry I eeep..." He grabs my hair more tightly and pulls down, making my head snap back and exposing my neck.

“Will you just shut up?” he snarls in a manly and so fucking loving voice. And I obey. I'm weak in his hands and when he bites my neck, my pussy clenches around the hollow emptiness. My stomach feels empty, my whole body expects my heart. My heart is full with love every second and for him, I at least try to focus on his heart.

It's not my fault! I'm weak for him. His little slutty best bro sister who wants to fuck him 24/7. I’m not as strong as Jasmine who sees us make out on the couch while placing a bowl of cut cucumber in front of herself. Only hard sugar and salty things for us today. For her, she watches out for her body even while her sister moans on her husband's body. At least I'm strong enough not to dryhump his body. That would be… awkward.

“You both look so lovely together,” says the wife who shares her husband with many girls.

"Sorry. He's just the only man for me," says the sister who shares her best bro with many girls. Then I brush back my hair, steady my breath, and look at Jasmine. She holds herself against the counter and smiles in this way that speaks volumes. But other than me, she knows how to use her voice.

“It’s good to know he isn’t alone while I do the chores.” Our stares meet a bit too long and we both know we both picture the other. The position may vary, the words too. But not the stare we share with Finn. Devotion and love and happiness and joy. And here too, while I get lost in my youthful horniness, picturing Finn plowing Jasmine's cunt right here on the family carpet, the woman who is just three years older than me is way stronger, wiser and so also fucking more put together.

“Where are…” Jasmine muses, but then her face lights up. “There you are!” I can see them, but Finn turns around, balancing me on his lap, as we see Tammy holding the leash that connects to my mom’s neck.

“Wow,” Finn breathes.

"You like it Daddy?"

“Daddy likes” he says ans smiles. But besides his little girl, we see some strange things on Michelle’s body. Clothes.

"You shouldn't think that we would do anything just for our own bodies today," Jasmine explains as she sits in the armchair to our left and crosses her legs. Her blue denim shorts stretch a little, but her breasts move freely beneath her orange top. I need to take a closer look, but seeing that she’s gone braless, it’s reassuring to know I’m not the only one trying hard not to think too much about sex tonight.

"You really didn't have to do this," Finn says, playing the family protector again. But he also wraps his arms around me, making it clear he wants me close. Naturally, I comply, running my fingers through his hair while pressing my thighs against his.

"We want to," I say as Tammy leads Mom over to us. She and our puppy take a seat at his legs and snuggle up against him, her hand stroking her mother’s hair.

"But we want to," Jasmine explains. "Today is all about you." And of course, I can't just let that stand as a nice closing statement. How could I? I’m just a little sister who’s happy to have someone to cuddle with today.

"So, just put the movie on already. But I’m not promising to stay quiet, okay? If the plot gets too complicated, I’m going to have to ask questions."

It was meant to be a joke. A silly one, at that. It’s a dinosaur movie. People get eaten. And I know Sam Neill plays that Grant guy—the one with the cool hat. That’s all I need to know. Whenever I see that hat, I’ll kiss Finn or do something else to make him feel good. For the rest of it, I’ve got Jasmine, who already knows the movie.

But then I see Finn’s eyes light up, as if he’s just witnessed a miracle. My eyebrows shoot up, and I wonder what I could have said to fascinate him so much.

"Of course!" he says, with a warmth in his voice that makes my heart melt. "I love this movie! Feel free to ask whatever you want!"

"Is that..." I glance at Jasmine for support, while Tammy stares up at us with wide eyes. She, too, senses that something has changed in her daddy. I look back at Jasmine. "Is that okay with you? If I ask questions?"

I’ve only been part of this family for a few short weeks. Now, suddenly—on an evening that was supposed to be all about him—to have Finn put me in the spotlight like this...

"I love it when Hubby explains the world to me," Jasmine says, speaking for herself but leaving the door open for me to submit to my boyfriend in that same feminine, submissive way. "He’s really good at it, and I love listening to him." Her eyes meet mine, and she goes a step further. "As women, it’s our duty to ensure our man is happy and strong enough to take care of us."

What used to tempt me into an epic angry outburst and an ego trip—and what, just this morning, would have prompted a snide but good-natured comment about the 'whoreship of his dick'—now stirs entirely different thoughts in me as I hold Finn against my chest, wounded yet peaceful.

"Yes," I say softly, looking at my big brother and kissing him gently on the forehead. "This is my place."