Jurassic feelings. Part V.

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Chapter 87. Part V. Where's the goat?

The movie is really good. Fucking good. The music. John Williams, as my best bro keeps saying. Again and again. Music must be really important to him. But also the scenes.

The kids are really cute. Lex and Timmy. When I close my eyes, I see myself and Finn in them. Sort of. The two siblings were certainly nicer to each other than we were.

"In the book, their roles are swapped," he explains to us. "Lex is the little helpless girl and Timmy is the strong boy. Boy, am I glad Spielberg reversed that decision. It works much better this way. Thinking of it, it's a good example for lifting women up in the cinema." He winks at me.

"Because little helpless girls are a cliché that’s way too old-fashioned?" I ask teasingly, my eyes sparkling. "I can see just how much you like cute, little, helpless girls." With Tammy on his lap, he is exactly that perfect, heartwarming cliché he’s talking about.

"Some things only happen on TV," he says, his voice dropping slightly. "And some things are too perfect to be shown on TV."

Yeah. And some things are only attainable via an MCD, I think to myself—though I do understand my brother.

"Fair enough. At least this way it’s feminist," I say, and this time—even though I’m right—it’s Finn who throws a pillow at my head.

But whether it’s feminist or not to portray Lex as the older, wiser one, I’m still the one who can’t stand it if I can’t wrap my arms around him and find a spot for my head—right there, in the space where Tammy isn’t already touching him.

I find the self-driving cars kind of funny, too. Back then, they were future tech. Today, they’re a blessing or a curse, depending on who you ask. I want to ask Finn how he feels about electric cars—to get him happy by tapping into his technical knowledge—but I end up learning a lesson today, too.

"Welcome to Jurassic Park," he mimics the voice from the car as the big wooden doors swing open majestically. So I just sit and watch, letting Finn be happy even though I’m not doing anything to cause it. Jasmine feels the same way. We’re the ones who exchange a glance while Finn becomes completely absorbed in the movie, Tammy on his lap and his eyes fixed on the screen.

Minutes later, we’re at the part with the…

"What’s its name?" I ask, but get no answer. "Trizetaflops, or something like that," I decide. "And why is it sick?" But whenever a dino appears on the screen, my Finn is totally captivated, soaking it all in with such intense focus…

Seeing him like this makes my heart feel so light.

And my labia rub together, slick and wet, as I shift my position on the sofa next to him.

I’ve had boyfriends and partners in my life before. But no one was like him. I lose myself in his eyes—so focused and enchanted by that sick dinosaur on the screen—that I almost wish…

"Wouldn't it be cool if a park like that actually existed?" I ask casually. "Then we could…"

Finn grabs my cheeks with both hands—gentle but firm—with a conviction I can't argue with. We share a long, deep, loving kiss.

"I love you, Rose," he breathes against my mouth. "God, I love you so much!"

"I love youuu—mmph…" He kisses me again, and I begin to see clearly through the hazy mist of love enveloping us. "I love you too, Finn," I say, cupping his face in return. "Let's do it, okay? Watch movies until we get old. I love being close to you. I love you, and I love watching movies with you." Then I giggle as our lips brush against each other, sending a spark down my spine. "And I love having the plot explained, because I can't understand shit in your movies." We pull apart again but keep holding hands.

"We can watch your movies too," he offers, but I shake my head as a storm rolls in over the island.

"My movies aren't as good as yours," I say, and his eyes light up as if I’d just given him the best blowjob of his life. Or maybe it’s not even about a great blowjob—it’s the way he looks at me with such gratitude, the way he seems so proud.

That’s how he’ll look at me when I’m holding a positive test. The thought flashes through my mind, and I quickly shake it off.

"It’s true," I say, scratching the back of my head. "You have fantastic taste."

I spend the rest of the scene—while that hilariously corrupt fatty shuts down the park—with Finn's hand in mine. No desire. Just love.

At least, for him. My pussy is swimming in juice, remembering the way he looked at me.

I’m in love with this man for the rest of my life.

"Oh, now it’s going to get creepy again, little one." With that, Finn beckons his daughter back to him. I can’t recall the exact details anymore, but I do remember that this Nedry guy is about to die. Hubby is so good to our daughter, but little Tammy seems to have a mind of her own.

"Can I go to Mommy and Puppy, Daddy?" she asks shyly, playing with her hair. "Mommy can take care of me, and I can play with Puppy while you and Auntie watch the movie." For a moment, I’m worried. I know the movie gets darker from here on out—more brutal—but...

"Tammy, honey, Daddy wants you to stay with him and..." But with a wave of his hand, my world stops spinning.

"No, no, it’s okay, honey," he assures me. "It’s good that our daughter feels safe with you."

"I was thinking about the movie and..." I want nothing more than to tell him that this evening belongs to him. My whole life—everything I am and everything that defines me as a new, domesticated housewife and mother—belongs to him. But this evening was supposed to be special, and...

"It’s okay." And with those words, it’s okay for me, too. My heart calms down, and I sink a little deeper into the armchair’s cushions. Mom fixes her gaze on me, then her head snaps toward Tammy, who is being gently kissed by her father. "I’m proud of you, little one. Go to Mommy and have a good time."

"Thank you, Daddy." She kisses him on the forehead, then hops to her feet and dances over to me in her cute pink outfit.

She is so light, so fragile, so precious in my lap. We were never this close as sisters. Now, as mother and daughter, my fingers tickle her skin, tracing her thighs and slipping beneath the fabric of her skirt. I do what my husband did and feel the warm, moist folds of her vagina, slightly open due to his fingers and so, so wet.

"Mommy will take care of you," I whisper in her ear as the calm before the storm settles over the park. I find the scene where Dr. Grant fills his water bottle in the rain quite masculine. Instead of the handsome Dr. Alan Grant, I picture my husband sitting there—in control, calm, and sexy.

Maybe I should buy him a hat like that, I think to myself while snuggling with my daughter.

As cute little Tammy settles into my lap, Mom stirs beside me. Our little puppy wags her behind at the scene and pants adorably while Finn chuckles.

"Hmmmm, I don’t like that," Tammy whines, burying her face in my chest just as she does with her Daddy. The thing is, my chest offers two nice, big 'playbags' for my daughter—she can rest her head on them, suckle at my nipples, or simply play with them using her little hands.

Heat rises in my chest under my sweet daughter’s touch, and I notice Finn watching me. He’s so proud of me, and I want to give something back to him for loving me. The best thing I can do is slide my hand between Mom’s legs, stroking her pussy, and—what she loves most—moving my hand up and down over her belly. Soon she rolls onto her back, her legs positioned between me and Tammy. Mom's head nearly slips off the couch armrest as she pants and gasps softly while I brush my fingers over her warm skin and then drive them between the woman's legs to find her clit and pussy hole.

I'm a mother for this family, I realize. I bring them safety and calm.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +4 (PS +80)

I try my best to ignore the heat rising in my lap, mirroring the heat in my chest and my cheeks and soon my whole body. I begin to squirm lightly but manage to focus. It’s not about me and when my husband decides I earned a release, he will give it to me. Tammy is our daughter and Michelle our puppy and I’m a wife whose whole purpose in life is to make my husband happy.

Yes. My rising pleasure can wait. As long as my husband commands.

“They should release merch with that livery,” Finn grunts a few minutes later, stroking Rose’s back as Tammy begins to gasp. In his eyes, Jurassic Park should have been a success, even if the message was clear.

“But I have to admit I’m on Hammond’s side. He’s a man going up against all odds to fulfill his dream,” he said, and I understand what he means by that. After all, this family unit is exactly that. We are all expressions of his pursuit of happiness, security, and self-determination.

“Riiiight,” Rose snarls cheekily. “Because nobody gets hurt here—unlike at the park, right?” She glances over at our household robot, who is standing motionless against the wall, not stirring. Sonya isn’t needed today, and to a foolish, naive woman like me, it seems cruel and neglectful to just leave her standing there—unused and useless—instead of sending her home. But I’m just a woman, and my husband has everything under control. And beneath the veneer of sarcasm she uses to tease her “best bro”—a privilege only she in this house enjoys—Rose also understands that Sonya would likely prefer to spend the evening here, unused, rather than being free and alone at her own home. At least, that’s how it seems. Finn glances briefly at the new phone he’s had for just over two months. Then he grins and looks at Sonya.

Sonya Mackintosh. +2 (PS +7)

“I think Sonya likes it here, right, Slut?”

“Affirmative, Owner,” the girl says immediately, without moving her head or even her eyes. “This unit is in her place.”

“Can I play with her, Mommy?” My heart skips a beat when Tammy addresses me, not her daddy. It’s an honor for me as a mother to be involved in my daughter’s life—especially since, given her past, she naturally gravitates toward a dominant, self-assured figure like Finn. Being asked for permission myself is something I’m not prepared for, and I look to my hubby for support. He nods at me while stroking the back of Rose’s neck. "You can do this, honey."

"No, princess," I say, glancing at my husband, and he nods again. I need to be strong now, setting boundaries for my family while upholding my husband’s rules. I can’t believe I’m pulling it off. "This is a new family tradition," I announce, and the heat of passion in my chest mingles with undying love and the pride of being a submissive, supportive housewife. "This is about family."

Jasmien Lynchwood. +2 (PS +82)

And to my surprise—even though I feel so weak and useless as a woman without Finn’s direct support—Tammy nods obediently and smiles at me.

"Okay, Mommy. I’ll do what you say."

Tammy Lynchwood. +3 (PS +72)

My daughter respects me! My God!

"Oh boy, oh boy, here it comes," I hear Finn say, and—incredible as it is—he ignores me. It’s as if I’m doing something completely normal, interacting with my daughter the way a mother should. As if I don’t need supervision from my man.

For this evening, we are a normal family.

As normal as it is to run my fingers between the legs of my bratty little sister/cute little daughter. As well as my former dominant, now docile mother. For me, fingering my mom and sister in front of the TV is as normal as acting on my love for my family. I know the famous scene is coming up, and as I brush my fingers over Tammy’s skin, I watch Finn prepare for the T-Rex breakout.

"See, honey," I whisper in Tammy’s ear—like a lover would, preparing her body for an orgasm and the bliss of getting fucked while something scary happens on the screen—"we get to watch Daddy be happy."

“Yes, Mommy…” she squirms in my embrace. "I love you."

She is so cute, trying her best not to moan and be quiet, all the while preparing for a scary scene and, at the same time, clamping around my caring fingers with her inner walls. And my caring, perfect husband is so happy in his place, with his love at his side while I forget sex and finger my daughter.

Her little clit is already stiff and swollen, peeking out from under its little hood between her swollen, wet pussy lips. My fingers stroke her love knob and make her squirm under my movements. Then my mouth finds her neck and my lips brush over her heated skin, making her obvious that the Goat is missing.

“Where is the goat?” asks Rose and while Tammy nears a micro orgasm on my lap, pressing her tights against my legs, I and Finn exchange knowing looks.

“Where is the goat?” asks Lex on the TV.

"Heh. That's funny," Rose grins. “I mean, it would be funny if…” Slam! The severed, bloody leg lands on the glass roof of the jeep. “Ahshit!”