Mount Everest of pink sexiness

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Hey that's a nice mixed poll with a clear message at the same time. Good choice guys. In terms of the pictures it will be far more easy to picture Alice Delish as Lisa, combined with her path I think. I personally wouldn't have a big problem in showing her fuck online but maybe we can incorporate some steamy sessions with Finn and the other girls in the future after we had a few chapters of Provocative E-Girl. I will hand out a poll for that and if you want Lisa pure and teasing, I can understand.

Like I announced, from this chapter forwars I will post more often but not in the usual lengh. So far, this chapter (so everything that took place in the situation at Lisa's house, is about 5.000 words, so already a bit longer and tomorrow I will finish it completly. You, here on CHYOA, will get the next chapter tomorrow as wll, only not so many words as I've written. Prepare for cheese!

It feel's good to finally write again for you and I'm quite hopeful I can manage the usual pattern of two chapters a week due to my Ko-Fi patrons. For those in perticular, thank you so fucking much being loyal and patioent with me. That's means so much to me. Thank you.

And now, please enjoy (a bit shorter from now on)...

Chapter 49

"Oh, I can't tell you how excited I am. This is going to be great! We're going to have so much fun!"

She's already told me three times how much she's looking forward to redecorating her room with me. I'd say I know what she's excited about.

But I can barely let the thought sink in when Lisa hugs me wildly and intimately, cheek to cheek, hard, and surprises me with her girlish power. We stand together in front of her apartment door, the giddy girl too busy pressing herself against me and thanking me again and again in her high-pitched voice. Finally, Mr. Moreau opens the door and also receives a hug from his daughter before greeting me.

"Hey dad! Come on Finn! Upstairs!"

"Jesus, Lisa, don't burn down the house," I laugh, greeting her father, who can't hide his worried glances at his daughter's outfit.

"Decorating the room?" he asks me with a good-natured but suffering expression. For him, the sudden transformation of his otherwise shy daughter into a whirlwind of positive energy must be even more confusing than for Lisa. Poor man. I, on the other hand, know it's her path and am secretly happy and worried in equal parts. Happy because I've rarely seen Lisa so comfortable and relaxed. Worried because...

"Just a minute, Finn." Mr. Moreau grabs my arm and gestures for me to follow him.

"But daaaad! Finn and I wanted to..."

"Just a minute, honey," her father says with an unusual harshness in his voice, urgent, almost pleading. Lisa nods, and it almost seems as if some of the energy is escaping from her body.

"Okay, Dad," she murmurs, standing undecided on the stairs. But her father sends her upstairs with encouraging words, which only take effect when I give her a friendly smile. Mr. Moreau gives me a meaningful look.

He knows that his family is changing inevitably, and that worries him.

The two of us in the living room, I let my gaze wander over the pictures that Mr. Moreau has taken of his daughter over the years. So many beautiful memories with his little angel. And now she's completely different.

"I'm worried about my sweetie," he begins, not surprising me, but looks at me as if I were sitting in the electric chair. "I know you're friends, and she's always talking about how safe she feels with you..." He raises his arms, somewhat helplessly. "But have you seen the packages? So many packages. New things keep arriving and... It's so... different..." Then he gets to the heart of the matter. An outsider who doesn't know he's dealing with an insider. I understand the man. "My daughter, Finn, is changing." And then comes the inevitable. "What do you know about it?"

Being close to Lisa has become something completely natural for me. We're both outsiders, neither of us particularly popular, and if my former family were just a little more thorough, I'd be just as crushed by life as Lisa is. Cancer isn't pleasant, and her mother's farewell was long and cruel. I can't count the nights I've held that crying girl close to me, and if I didn't respect and like Lisa so much, I'd be proud of my achievement in preserving her humanity.

Of course she's in love with me. I've known it since the day she first fell asleep in my arms. God, the tirade of my mother when I came home late because of it... But so far, I've always held back, protected Lisa, even from myself. What we have goes deeper than a friendship. I saved her soul, she saved my spirit. Because of me, grief didn't consume her. Because of her, I preserved the personality that brought Rose and Bella to me.

Never in my life would I consider desiring Lisa sexually, unless we could rule out the possibility that she's only doing it to avoid being lonely. Of course, I think no less of her feelings. She's a strong person with deep wounds and a vibrant spirit beneath all her reserve. But until now, of course, I also knew that Lisa had done a better job saving me, much better than I had with her. To then take her as a girlfriend, to risk her realizing I wasn't the right person, no matter how hard I tried, and then to have to ask herself whether she should break off contact with me...

Never. Never I would allow that to happen.

And it seems that Mr. Moreau also recognizes how I feel about the issue. We shared Lisa, the care of this wonderful girl who can laugh so beautifully when she's happy.

And now everything is different.

Mr. Moreau isn't the only one who sees it. He doesn't understand, but I do. Again, something I achieved through unfair means. The MCD has given me and Lisa the unique opportunity to give my best friend a path, a start she can build on. E-girl or not, Lisa is behaving more courageously and outgoingly, and I like that.

But the MCD also binds her to me. Something that's unnecessary, since I'm her contact anyway. But I know, just like Mr. Moreao, where this newfound joy will lead. Sooner or later, Lisa will ask me a question to which I can only answer 'yes,' and then we'll become a couple and spend our lives together.

And this time, it's not Rose or Bella holding me back, but my responsibility for Lisa that makes me hesitate. Hesitate, not stop. That's why her father looks at me so sternly. If Lisa wanted it, we would get together that same day. The question isn't if, but when and how.

And time is important. The further the MCD takes her, the happier she'll be, and I, just like her father, want her to do it of her own free will, not to save herself, but as the final piece of the puzzle that will complete her life. A balancing act that Mister Moreau, like me, expects me to master perfectly.

"She's testing the waters, Mister Moreau," I tell him what he already knows. "It's new to me too. But her behavior doesn't worry me." I look straight into the eyes of the man who would give up his daughter for me. "I'll watch over her and make sure she doesn't cross a line she doesn't want to cross." That says what the man wants from me. "It's good that she's trying things out and trying new things that she has so far... dodged. But I won't let her do anything, especially not because of me, that will end up hurting her. But she's happy, Mr. Moreau. She laughs and radiates a sense of security around school that's contagious." And this praise is meant sincerely.

"But all this stuff..." he says again, and I understand his concern, since he doesn't know anything about the MCD. "I've seen some of it, and... It's not just the neon lamps or stuffed animals, you understand? Costumes and... accessories and... clothes. If you can call it that!" He exhales in pain, and I can guess what kind of clothes an e-girl buys.

Of course I'm excited to see her, to see how she dresses and behaves. She was incredibly sweet even before the MCD, and I'm not going to lie to myself and admit that I desire her. The best relationships develop from friendship, and if it weren't for the catastrophe, Lisa would be the perfect girl from next door.

"I understand how that must seem to you," I admit to her father. "I would also be... um... cautious if my little sister or my... uh... girlfriend behaved like that." That's a little too close to what I want for Lisa. "But I promise you, if anyone gets too close to her..." But Mr. Moreau raises his hand.

"We're on the same side about this, Finn," he says, smiling. "I won't forbid my daughter from doing something that will make her happy. She trusts you." Then his face darkens. "But if she's being taken advantage of... by anyone... even if it's someone I know and respect... then..."

"I would kill anyone who gets too close to your daughter, Mr. Moreau. I promise," I try to assure him.

"And me too. Finn. Me too. Lisa is the last thing I have after her mother's ****, and I tried to be a role model for her as best I could... but..." Then darkness turns to pain. Too often, as a man, I forget that her father also lost someone to cancer.

And yet he manages to protect Lisa and still be kind.

I resolve never to underestimate this man in my life.

"Perhaps the time has come when I have to let her go."

"Only as far away as she wants to be, Mr. Moreau," I assure him. "We agree on that. Lisa deserves to enjoy her life. I will protect your daughter, and I know what it feels like to grow up with only one parent. I will never take your daughter away from you. And, yes, it's an unpleasant feeling to feel your sword in your back. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

And with that, with a nod and his hand on my shoulder, I pass that test as well. And I have something to think about while I go into her room.

"Hey, sorry, but your dad was... whoa..." The literal mountain of boxes, cartons, and bags shocks me so much that I stop dead in my tracks. The Amazon logo grins at me from everywhere, and it seems that you can buy almost anything online these days. I imagine a huge factory like in the 18th century. Hard-working, sweating, muscle-bound men everywhere, cauldrons full of glowing orange liquid metal, loud shouts, the clang of metal on metal, and those old-fashioned whistles that announce the end of a shift. All to produce the pink headphones, the socks with cat paws underfoot, the Hello Kitty headbands, the eyeshadow, and whatever else you need to be an e-girl.

An entire industry for e-girls.

When I see everything Lisa has acquired, I raise my eyebrows. But then, as I take another hesitant step toward Mount Everest of pink sexiness, a sweet, excited squeak sounds behind me and two feminine arms wrap around my shoulders.

It feels good to twirl Lisa around like we used to. I like her laugh. I really like it. And when I finally set her down in front of the boxes and feel her light body slide down my back, her laughing and giggling wildly with relief, I don't care about the whole industry and the baggage that comes with it. Lisa is happy.

"I thought... oh..."

And Lisa has changed.

"Ta-da!"

But she probably didn't quite make it to the finish line.

"How do I look?" she asks with a smile that melts my heart.

"Eh..."

Damn, she really looks happy.

So happy that I almost don't notice how short her black panties are, how much skin her outfit reveals, and...

Fuck, she's wearing a choker!

Well... okay... At least she managed to get dressed... halfway...

"Finn?"

Or she managed to get fully dressed and... that... is her outfit.

Holy shit...

But I can't keep fighting the urge to get a nosebleed from all this breathtaking beauty and overflowing joy forever, because the joy is already drying up, and I have to remind myself that I haven't bought the Stop Time perk yet and don't have the luxury of procrastination.

"You don't like it." Lisa pouts and slumps her shoulders while I pull myself together.

Her happiness clearly depends on me, I realize. Even if her path makes her more independent, it's my responsibility to keep it that way, and I can't hesitate.

That's the last thought I waste on myself, and a familiar calm and certainty overcomes me as I place myself entirely at Lisa's service.

"No, Lisa," I say, approaching the sexy looking girl. "I love it. Damn girl, you look fantastic."

Immediately, the smile returns, fueled by me, and she presents her body to me as if we were just two good friends.

Wait... aren't we? I thought, holyfucksheisbeautiful!

"Really? You like?"

And obviously, she likes the views I can cast on her body, through her see-through clothing and the silky fabric of her panties, as well as her fishnet stockings.

"I'm a little bat," she giggles happily as I look at her taut stomach and have to ask myself where I like to look most on her body. Finally, I decide on her beautiful face, but not before briefly pausing to look at her breasts under the skimpy black bra. When our eyes meet, I see something in hers that I know only too well. "I thought it would be appropriate, since I suck so much," she confesses meekly, trying to give her voice a certain pep that she's about to lose.

"What? You think you suck me dry?" The moment is burned into both of our memories as we both recall our words and think about Lisa... sucking me dry. I deal with it with a clear throat, and Lisa blushes like a wildfire. But then she clenches her fists, steps next to me and we both look at the pile of new, expensive, pink, sexy things.

"Let's get started," Lisa murmurs, not answering my question.

My eyes fall on her body again as she begins to open the boxes and pull out bags of various hair care products. Hair conditioners, lotions, and things that are unfamiliar to me as a young man. But I don't pay these things attention, nor the underside of her backside or the transition to her legs as she bends over.

I see into her soul, her mind, and tap into her emotions. As a best friend, I can do this, and I understand what I see. So I step behind her, and now I'm the one who puts my arms around her—far too intensely for a good friend—and prevents her from losing the joy of her transformation.

"Hey," I say softly, my chin resting comfortably on the tiny girl's shoulder. My voice penetrates her mind and calms her immediately. Lisa has always wanted to be guided, and with me, she allows it. And that's exactly my duty. I was the one who put you on this path, and I know where your journey is leading. Lisa immediately relaxes when our bodies touch, and that's something we do as good friends. "I'm looking forward to bringing something new into your life," I reassure her, turning her slightly.

"It's just everything so new," murmurs the smaller girl who has had to show so much strength in her life.

Time to stop hesitating, Finn, I remind myself. Time to be strong for her, a leader, and make sure she's happy through the change. It's your fucking responsibility.

And this time I act.

"New is always unfamiliar, you know that. And you know you want it." I turn her around. "And I want it too, okay?" She looks uncertainly into my eyes.

And there, in the shadow of a mountain of materialistic consumption, I see her feelings for me.

My God. Of course she loves me. How could I have missed that?

But I don't answer that question. Because it's unimportant. The only thing that matters is that I finally understand Lisa, and as she looks at me with wide, faithful eyes, I place my hands around her cheeks and pull her head toward me.

The old Finn would have messed it up, I know that. But the new Finn has sisters who love and respect him. He has a soon-to-be girlfriend who has no problem sharing him. The new Finn has the MCD. The new Finn has room for so much love in his life.

Lisa closes her eyes and feels my lips on her forehead in welcome darkness, completely focused on the feeling the boy she's in love with evokes in her.

"I want to continue to see you as happy as you are now, okay?" I ask as my lips leave her warm skin, but my hands still hold her delicate head. Lisa sinks into my eyes. There's no way out for me, and I want, just as she does for me, to walk the path she's paved for me with complete trust.

We will be together, Lisa.

Message from the author:

There are a few more pictures of Alice Delish in this set. Presumably one of her earlier sets because of the lack of neon thingies in her room. But hey, I managed to incorporate the bat ears into a totally cheesy joke that fits quite well I think. There are at least one more I try to get into the next chapters but I can't guarantee that. Maybe I will incorporate these pictures at a later date.