Oil into the Fire

Chapter 20

You wake up from giggles and soft, excited whispers. You blink in the sky with scattered clouds. How long did you sleep? In any case, the sky above you has already turned a yellowish red color. You hear giggles next to you again.

"What time is it?" you ask wearily.

"What do you think?" you hear Karen ask and her head suddenly fills your field of vision. Her dark shoulder-length hair falls to your face and open mouth, which is not particularly pleasant. You sit up and push the girl off you with a surprised squeak. You blow once or twice to get her hair out of the corner of your mouth and look around.

“You should have woken me up. I still have to go to the mall.” You sound irritated, but that may be because you feel a little groggy. Karen sits by your side and something about her posture is weird. Of course, it's her breasts that catch your eye right away. And the moment you can't resist anymore, you realize that she has leaned back so much that you have no other chance than to have to admire her magnificent pair.

"We didn't want to wake you up," she whispers in a dreamy voice. What's going on here? "You looked so peaceful." She twists one of her strands in her fingers.

"And you dreamed so beautifully," Denise smiles innocently and straightens her bikini. It runs cold down your back. Did you talk in your sleep?

"Uh... I don't quite understand..." you just mutter. You are not yet completely by yourself, otherwise you would interpret the looks of the girls correctly. Then you hear footsteps in the sand behind you. Carrie is standing next to you, hands on hips and a look on the face that you don't understand.

"Finn", she says and sounds serious but amused at the same time. "Look at you." You shake your head in amazement and look from one girl to the other. And then you notice it. You slowly look down on yourself.

"Oh..." it escapes you.

"Oh yes," Karen giggles, putting a finger to her lips. You have a huge, gorgeous and embarrassing stand that can only be held back by your cargo shorts by a small miracle. "So where have you been?" Karen asks and she, Rachel and Denise burst out laughing. You pull your legs up and bury your face in your hands.

"Who?" you just ask but Carrie understands you.

"All of us of course," she says matter-of-factly.

"Who could miss that ?" Karen grunts, pointing bluntly into your crotch.

"Your sisters saved the others from this monster," Denise giggles. And the three laugh again.

"It's just a few minutes before seven," Carrie says calmly. "The others are inside and Megan has already made a list and loaded bags into the car. You can start right away."

"As long as that doesn't stop you from running," Rachel laughs. "Honestly Finn. Do you have enough blood in your legs to walk?” You roll your eyes.

"Can you maybe leave me alone for two minutes to die here in peace? Thanks.” The girls laugh again, but head for the house. Carrie looks at you with the same expression as before. Fuck it, you think and get up, actually a bit shaky on your feet. Your stiffness is slowly receding, but there is still a sizable bulge in your pants. It's no wonder. You have been literally bombarded with temptations in the past dozen hours. The only good thing about the situation is that you don't explode when you think of the girls' bodies around you.

"Thanks for your help," you say to Carrie, rubbing the back of your head. She shrugs.

"Never mind."

"This is so embarrassing."

"Nothing to be ashamed of."

"I should be... no idea... a role model or something. That's just..." Carrie pats you on the back and you realize that it's only the second or third time that she's touching you.

"No, don `t worry. I don't know that much about the friends Millie has, but Karen is lusts every thing she can get and Rachel is just crazy and enjoys torturing you.” She smiles a little. "And I have a boyfriend. So you don't have to worry about me.” She takes a breath, as if to say something else. You look at her questioningly. "But don't you notice that..." she breaks off. "Well, I shouldn't interfere." She shrugs again and turns to go. But after a few steps she turns around again and deliberately lowers her gaze on your crotch. At your shocked look, her smile just gets whider and she says: "What? I'm just a woman, too." Then she turns and leaves.

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You wait for a few more minutes - with your back to the house - and actually consider whether you should simply disappear into the ground. When the physics don't bow to your wishes, you set out.

When you step into the living area, the girls are just about to change again. Some are already wearing their evening clothes, others are still walking around in swimsuits. Susan and Claire are just getting out of the shower with wet hair and wearing long shirts and comfortable shorts. Claire blushes when she sees you and Susan looks at you reproachfully. Millie comes down from above, also with wet hair and a towel on her head. Apparently some girls were swimming while you were floating on cloud sex.

"Well that was something", you hear the voice of your older sister behind you. She is also ready for the evening, which you can see from the deep neckline of her shirt. You just roll your eyes at her comment.

"If you want me to give you a gun, just let me know." She pats you on the shoulder and leans on the door frame. At your questioning looks, she replies that she wants to go into the city.

"Get condoms and go raiding, as you say so nicely," she grins angrily and you can't tell whether she is serious or not. "Josh is waiting for me. We have a date.” You can imagine what that means.

Then Megan appears from above. Her choice of outfits is not surprising. She wears a dark top that is open at the front over a white blouse that is a bit too big. She put the blouse in her skirt, which reached her thighs and stretched down to her socks, which stretched a little further than normal over the ankles. It is the skirt that surprises you. Megan doesn't really like skirts and leaves Rachel to wear them. But what Megan likes is the blue ribbon that she has braided into her hair, which she is wearing over her shoulder. That draws the gazers' eyes on her face and not on her butt, as she always says. And by God she is right!

She smiles at you as you show her the thumbs up and you immediately recognize her thoughts from her looks. It is not good looks because they are full of affection. You clench your teeth and wave your sister out the door. Maureen turns to face you as you go out. She also noticed the looks. But also your pleading expression to be silent just once. Her smile gets dirty, but she hears your supplication.

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The journey into the city takes only a few minutes. The house is a little out of the way in a pine forest. You only have to drive two or three miles along the lake and you got to Seacrest. You could actually walk too, but with the list that the girls have put together for you it would be difficult.

The city has a small mall and you start shopping. In the entrance lobby you quickly notice that a lot has changed since your last visit.

"OK. I suggest Maureen go there, me there and Megan there," you suggest. "It's better we split up." You send them a copy of the list on your phone, (who's still writing shopping lists these days?) , and go on a search. Megan takes another look and apparently wants to say something, but then turns abruptly and leaves. Maureen twists her eyes and then disappears.

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Damn. A 3 to 1 chance and I draw the shortest. What am I supposed to do here? You stand in a corridor and see beauty shops, drugstores and the like on both sides. You scratch your head and look at your cell phone. The first items on the list are already chopped off in the group chat, and judging by the messages, your sisters can imagine where you are. The one time you didn't make a plan. 'Finn who always plans everything' the words of your sisters are in your head, Emma always seemed to have liked that, but she is not here now to support you in this nightmare.

"Never again", you grumble and hold it like with Hunt for Red October. "Like the ruskis. From now on, I don't even go to the toilet without a plan."

'I'll be right there to save you Captain,' writes Megan, who apparently is lucky to have found the supermarket.

,Yes, please. I'm afraid here' you write and get corresponding emojis from the girls. But all sympathy does not help, you have to do some shopping bro!

Apparently someone in the group found out about the mall and the girls wrote down their requirements on the note. Granted, since you are eleven people, there wasn't much space in the two cars, but that doesn't change the fact that you feel strange here. Nevertheless, you go to the first best shop and walk through the aisles and look at the shelves.

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"Why the hell do they need that? And why three times?” you ask yourself a few minutes later and look at three almost identical hand creams.

"Well, you definitely don't have a girlfriend."

"What?" You turn to the voice behind you. The person who says this is a girl, probably your age, with fiery red hair and a smile on her face that doesn't hide her amusement in the slightest. She looks at you intensely.

"Or are you gay?"

"What?" You can't think of more. The girl laughs loudly and next to you an older customer turns to you a bit annoyed.

"Has your record cracked?" You want to mutter a third 'what', then she laughs again. "All right, all right. You just look like you've lost something. So I thought to myself, I'll ask how it goes."

"W..." You bite your lip. "Asking if I'm gay is an entry question for you?" you respond and think you've finally answered a powerful argument.

"Why not? I guess you're not here to buy the overpriced shit yourself. But if you had a girlfriend you would know what your girl wants and why.” She puts her hands on her hips and stretches them to one side. Her long white knitted sweater made of coarse wool falls to her knees and almost hides the black, tight-fitting jeans.

"Maybe I'm just a miserable boyfriend?" you reply and wink at her. Slowly the shock of your first encounter falls away and you can express yourself more freely. But you will remember this encounter for a long time. Somehow, in such situations, you find it easy to be funny and free. You have a lot of friends who are ashamed of being shown like this and you admit it's not a good feeling. But shit, you've already goten beated, so you can enjoy it too. And it works. Again the girl laughs and the lady next to you grumbles and turns away.

"Let's start from the beginning now that you've pulled yourself out of trouble," she says.

"In which you kicked me," you laugh. She waves her head and grins.

"But it was fun. And I have to admit, no one has gotten out of trouble with this argument. ”

"Not the first time that my abilitys with woman saves my life." Again you both laugh. Then the girl holds out her hand, which almost completely disappears under the much too big pully.

"Melina," she says gently, and you take her hand. "Fairy godmother and savior of the shy nerds."

"Finn," you reply, shaking your head and hand. "Neither gay, nor a crack in the record... but currently no girlfriend. And you look more like the ghost of an old eighteenth-century maid who haunts around here and drives people to despair.” Laughter again and a look at the old lady who is apparently about to be with a shop assistant complaining. It's fun with this girl, you can tell immediately. You can not see her physique well under the long top, but it is already a pleasant feeling to deal with her. And she's not your sister. You probably won't see her again anyway, so why not try something?

"So Finn, what are you doing here when you are such a cool stud as you say?" You lean over to her and she even approaches you conspiratorially.

"I have ten women in my secluded lake house..." you say it so deadly that Melina actually only looks you in the eyes for a few seconds, her mouth slightly open with the pale red lipstick. Then she looks at your hands.

"And you buy your hostages skin care products? That makes you the stupidest and most perverted of all kidnappers.” Your snort echoes through the whole shop.

"No, it's true... the one with the girls." Melina raises an eyebrow doubtfully. "So that we're eleven with me. Me and my sisters are celebrating our birthday's here and they brought their friends with them.

"And why do they send you to buy their cosmetics?" You shrug your shoulders and grin.

"Maybe because they like to see me suffer as much as you do?" You wink, but Melina seems to take the tip well.

"Well, I deserve it. Here, I'll help you.” She bends down, takes three packs of cream and gives them to you. "Your slaves will be satisfied with that." She turns to go.

"Wait," you call after her. She turns around and knows what's coming.

"How long will you be here?" she asks, anticipating your question.

"That's not decided yet. Maybe the whole vacation. "

"Then you will find me where warmth and coldness kiss."

"What?"

"Ha! Caught. All good things come in threes.” You two have to laugh again. Her voice is bright and pleasant and when she is having fun, which to be the case often, her voice becomes a little rougher with laughter. "I work in the ice cream parlor outside. Just get out of the mall and down the street to the left. Can not be missed."

"Cool," you say. "I will definitely come over." You just hope that you didn't hold something here that you can't shoulder. After all, your sisters come to meet you outside the store and Megan hugs you long and tightly.

"Wow, that's exactly what the girls wanted. How did you do it?” You just wink and mean something of forensic quality and when you head to the parking lot you see a hint of fiery red hair flashing in the crowd. Before you can reach the exit, Megan stops. She closes her hands behind her back and bounces from toe to heel and back.

"Finn..." she purrs. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure," you say and bite your tongue directly afterwards. Damn she is good. Mercilessly use your helper complex. Clever girl. But how is she supposed to know better? You have always fulfilled her every wish. You don't know it any other way. But Maureen groans loudly.

"Okay, whatever it is your..." she sign, arms outstretched at both of you. "****... thing. I don't want to have anything to do with it."

"Hey!" Megan calls loudly and obviously hurt. "I just wanted to talk to Finn."

"Do you call that talking?" continues Maureen. Somehow you can understand her, but unfortunately you also notice how you stand next to Megan and thus on her side.

"Maureen..." you mumble to calm her. Another annoyed groan from your big sister. For her, it’s not quite normal as for you to take care of people. She comes from a world of rivalries... when you can believe her storys about her father... what you are doing.

"Then talk to each other. It doesn't matter that I'm here or that your friends came with you because of you. No offense little brother, you are a very cute one. But if you want to chat, do it without me. You should teach this toddler that she can't achieve anything in this world with kindness. Time to grow up.” She looks at Megan, who can't understand where the anger is coming from, like certainly Maureen too. And you can't figure it out why Maureen always reacts so irritably to your - very offensive - plays with Megan. Or does you?

You have to keep reminding yourself that you and she actually come from different worlds. Maureen had to fight for everything her whole life. At first she was taken away from her family, as far as you are concerned. Her father, the one of your other sisters and so your stepfather, is not a good person. Or maybe you think only because you don't live in the world of Maureen? But the pricking, which is very rare for Megan, is an integral part of your older sister's world. The tattoo on her arm that made your mother burning with hatred, the drinking, the smoking pot, the hanging out with questionable characters like Josh... all of this speaks a clear message. But whenever you tried to introduce Maureen into the world of you and the other sisters, she reacted with ****. It is very sad and **** to think about it longer. Maybe I should do that? Maybe that would help? But you feel Megan next to you and find that her closeness gives you security. She obviously feel the same way because she puts on a triumphant look as Maureen looks at both of you. Megan has to see the pain too.

"I drive the groceries home and then cut off to Josh. Tell the others that I left you behind. Sounds logical.” Unfortunately, you are the only one who recognizes the sadness in her voice, because Megan is getting angrier. Maybe she wants to protect me? But you don't miss Maureen doing her standard move again and retreating while Megan, perhaps spurred on by your support, moves on to attack and to give a **** blow to one that is getting beated by you, her and life, who might have a better future, if you would have make more of an effort.

"They will definitely believe that," Megan spat at her big sister's feet. "And try to get to the house and suck no more than three cocks on the way."

"Wow," you call out, and the look of Maureen becomes icy. That was getting her.

"Give me the key Finn or I'll tear off the head of this little brat." She angrily looks at her younger sister, but still keeps her distance.

"Slut," Megan hisses, and Maureen leaps toward her. You throw yourself in between and keep the girls apart.

"All right. Here.” You give Maureen the keys. "Thank you for helping with the shopping." Maureen just nods, grits her teeth and storms off. You can see the pain on her face, but Megan also looks battered. You turn to your little sister. Her cheeks are flushed with anger and she breathes faster. She stands there clenched her fists and looks at her feet.

"This bitch! Always have to break everything. It's like poison. Huuuuurgh!"

"You really shouldn't have said that" you mean quietly and want to take her hand. But she roughly rejects the gesture and withdraws.

"Are you on her side now, too?" she hisses. What's going on here? And where does her anger come from? No matter what she feels, you only feel love for her, which calms you down on the one hand, but worries you a little on the other.

"No, I'm not on either side."

"Oh yes? First Millie, then Mum, now Maureen.” She thinks I'm against her!

"OK. I think Maureen did us a favor and we need the walk home. Come on.” Your voice is getting a little harsher again and you are circling again with your index finger. Without looking at Megan, you turn to go... And Megan follows you. She looks at the ground all the time and stamps her feet and kicks in the parking lot after cans lying on the dirty asphalt, but lets you lead her first to the car, then to the way home. You still know which direction the house is, but you have no intention of walking the road. A dirt road should be a bit off, something like the one on which your adventure took its course. If you don't get lost in the forest Lynchwood! I can already see the headlines: Man dismembered alive by sister because he failed completely. You have to grin lightly, very lightly at the thought, but all the good goes away at the sight Megan offers you.

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