Blood, sweat, but this time no tears

Chapter 19

Just to be confronted with a new one.

“We still have to go downtown and shop for tonight. What we brought with us is not enough for dinner.” Megan says that as she snips a fruit salad in the lavishly equipped kitchen. The knife in her hand looks oddly out of place compared to her soft skin. She is still wearing her bikini and you are glad that you only have to wash the fruit and not cut it, otherwise you would have already lost a finger... or something else.

"What's up?" Megan want to know, looking at you from the side. You just shake your head and mumble it's nothing. "Oh come on." She nudges your shoulder. "You can tell me." She smiles broadly and turns to you. But you stay silent. How are you going to make it clear to her that you have concerns about everything that has happened recently. Megan seems to feel your uncertainty. "Hey. Heads up.” She hugs you with the knife in her hand. "I'm here to protect you from these beasts." She dances back a little and in certain decency swings the knife around and hisses at an imaginary opponent. "Just enjoy the time." You smile a little tortured and look down at the blade.

"If you cut off your nose with it, it will be difficult. Hand it over.” You smile encouragingly and Megan pouts the knife into your hand, professional as your father taught you with the handle ahead.

You start cutting bananas and try not to think of the parallels. Megan watches you and grins at your focused gaze.

"You're doing that well," she says as she stands behind you and puts her chin on your shoulder. That doesn't help concentration.

"I'm the adult here after all, who doesn't do any kung fu tricks with it," you laugh, but it sounds hoarse.

"Do you want to say that I'm a little child?" your sister mumbled in your ear. She just has to hear you swallow so close to your head. Then you feel how her hands wrapp around your belly and her whole body hugs yours. It is difficult for you to concentrate on anything other than her breasts on your back. They're just bags of tissue and blood. What is so special about it? But you know the answer. It is not the physical pressure of meat on meat. It is what it stands for. One of the loved ones of your life stands behind you, very close, and touches your body. It is the fact that you are close to that particular person.

Her hands on your stomach make your knees soft and her voice, which harmonizes so well with your favorite songs, makes you think of the best times.

Megan grabs you a bit firmer and you quickly look outside through the window. You see the girls sitting by the water and laughing some distance away. But then you notice a breath of air. Her mouth is very close to your ear. There are hardly any sounds in the words, but they could be as strong as explosions.

"I thought you liked your girlfriends childish." Her voice changes. "Shy." A whisper. "And inexperienced." A smile creeps into her murmur. You can't help but lay your head on hers. You moan in satisfaction as the scent of her hair rises into your nose and mixes with that of oranges and bananas. This moment lasts forever. "You know... I'm younger than you too. I look up at you too. Millie is not the only one who has a big brother who…” Then there is only surprise and a good deal of disappointment in her voice. "Finn!" You are torn out of your thoughts and turn your head to her, startled. Your gaze goes down.

Bananas shouldn't bleed.

"What..." escapes your mouth. But it quickly becomes clear that Megan in a bikini and a knife in your hand are not a good idea.

"Shit," Megan calls and jumps back. Then she hops up and down and looks around the kitchen. You don't have time to examine your wound because you are distracted by her breasts that bob to the rhythm of her body. "Crap. Wait, I'll get you something…” Megan runs around the kitchen but your instincts **** you to take a quick look away from her backside onto your hand. The cut is not particularly deep, but it starts to hurt like hell.

"It's allright. It's not bad,” you murmur and automatically you hold the hand under cold water. You turn the tap all the way to the left and wait patiently until your fingers are almost numb. Then you grab a kitchen roll and wrap a few layers around your hand. Megan watches you doing this and as the paper begins to turn red she looks you in the eyes constantly. You smile tortured.

"I did not want that. I'm so sorry Finn,” she whimper. "I just wanted to…" She sounds ****.

"It's okay," you interrupt, and are surprised by your tone yourself. "I'll get the first aid kit and you'll get the salad ready. Wipe the blood away, throw the bananas in the trash and take the rest of the salad outside. Then I'll come along.” Without another word you leave the room.

"Okay..." is the last thing you hear and your sister's voice makes your heart bleed far more worse than your hand.

You go upstairs to the bathroom, bandage your hand and lean in front of the mirror. You look at yourself and your drill sergeant is furious. What was that? You like her. She likes you. Bang her at last! It couldn't be clearer! And you know he's right. But what do you do afterwards? What if you sleep with Megan? Or with Millie? That would be paradise for you. But hell for them. You cannot avoid them. Yes, it helped to be close to them, they clearly showed you that. But also that they want to take the next step. Can you answer that? What happens to one when you sleep with the other? Somebody's heart is always broken and you love them to much for this. You LOVE them too much.

"Fuck," you whisper. Then you make the decision to go as far as you can to show Millie and Megan how you feel about them. They shouldn't think they're not worth it or you wouldn't find them attractive. But if they really want more, you have to make it clear to them that it would hurt one of the sisters. Maybe that helps. Yes great Finn! Then you blame them for the grief just because you can't control your cock. You hero! It does not help. You look at your hand again and then go outside, shaking your head.

"Hey there he is!" Karen calls cheerfully and waves at you again. The large bowl of fruit salad is in the middle of the group of Girls.

"We didn't want to start without the hero who got scars for us," Rachel giggles. You just grin stupidly and see for Megan. She looks really crestfallen.

"What happened to you? Megan didn't want to tell us,“ Emma says concerned and comes up to you. She takes your hands in hers and looks at your hand with her mouth twisted.

"I wanted to demonstrate what a bayonet can do to the human body," you're joking, and are glad that nobody questions that you could actually do that.

"Did some of the blood get into the salad?" Carrie asks suspiciously. "You know something like that could transmit diseases."

"Are you saying Finn has illnesses?" giggles Rachel and Carrie flinches embarrassed. "Or STD's?"

"Don't worry," you assure. "Megan threw away the exposed fruit and I got tested for something like this six months ago. Don't worry.” Carrie looks calmly at the salad and fills a small bowl. She looks at you apologetically again, but you only wave it off.

"So you're clean?" Karen asks curiously. "Good to know."

"Karen!" Calls Emma outraged, but then puts her hands over her mouth in surprise. You look at each other and then start laughing almost simultaneously.

"Enough of my wounds from battle. Tomorrow I'll show you the scars. But today we're going to have a good time,” you suggest, sounding like an entertainer who desperately wants to raise the mood. Everyone jumps on it except Megan. Then you look around. "Where did the kids go?" You ask and Emma points behind the boathouse. "I'm going to have a look," you say in the tone of the camp inspector. "And you make sure that my sister doesn't make such a long face anymore." You hope that the group can cheer Megan up and turn to the search for the others. You find them a good way into the forest.

"Finn! What happened to your hand?” Millie exclaims, startled. Here too, you have to tell your story and here too, they believe it. Millie is worried, but you calm her down and Susan says it doesn't look too bad.

"What are you doing out here?" you ask. Denise points to a pile of dry branches and a spot on the sandy ground that has been cleared of brushwood and pine needles.

"We may want to make a bonfire tonight," says Claire, and appears to be satisfied with the efforts so far. Since the girl has hardly spoken since you have arrived here, you are trying to encourage her.

"Better do it on the beach. There are no trees nearby. And take a few buckets from the boathouse, fill them with water and put them ..." You search the area "Here. It is dry and warm. And I expect that you have a cell phone with you to call me immediately if something happens."

"You are really worried about us," Denise says with a smile. You shrug slightly and grin.

"Look at you. If something happened to you, I would not forgive myself." Susan and Denise do 'Uuuuh', Claire and Millie blush a little. You laugh and look around. “I don't think it's a bad idea to spend the night at her birthday on the boathouse. You would have a roof over your head and still have an adventure." And I have enough time to talk to Megan to straighten things out.

"Will you come visit us at night?" Denise asks teasingly. Fuck!

"Uh... maybe. But only to scare you."

"What?" Claire is seriously worried.

"Do not worry. Finn doesn't do that.” Millie defends you, but also looks a little uncertain.

"Too bad," pouted Denise. "Then we could have beaten you with a stick." So it is done and this group of girls laughs too. To your dismay, but what's the matter?

You bring Millie and her friends back to the beach, mark an area for the fire and ask all the women what they want for dinner. Since it is your first day, you choose simple pasta with tomato sauce and herbs and you will volunteer to go shopping in a few hours.

"I'll come and help carry," Megan says, looking at you with a look you can't interpret. You agree and for now your Watch on the River Rhine is over. You sit down with the girls on the beach, lie down on your back in the sand and look at the clouds. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. After all, you didn't have a long sleep today. You dream of sisterly breasts on your back, soft voices that ask you to continue and a whole bunch of young women who are completely in your care.

• Nothing wrong with this after all right? Right. And sorry for the WW II parody here. Or was it WW I? You could google it or simply give this chapter a like and keep reading. Your choice. It will be a good one, I know.