Gordon Ramsay would be proud of you.

Chapter 77

Damn, you stupid idiot! How can you have so many women and still take a shower alone? Because that's exactly the reason. Yes, you got a free ticket from your girls and yes, you would love to use it, but you have reached a point where you need to be very careful. Denise would be disappointed if you didn't choose her, the McKinleys looked at you so expectantly, Emma nibbled on her lips and Megan just grinned knowingly. Even if you are allowed to, there is the question of whether you should. And you think you shouldn't overdo it. But still, you have an empty feeling standing alone under the shower and feel the cool water flowing over your body. You have to be a role model for the girls and not give in to your lust right away. And the feeling of disappointing someone if you only choose one girl is still there. It all started when you wanted to be there for your sisters and it... somehow escalated. Quite fast. But you're also man enough to admit to yourself that you'd do it again.

"Fuck" you grunt and support yourself on the wall of the shower. The water will help you cool your head and maybe develop a plan. The more parties you have to integrate into it, the more difficult it becomes. There is a soft knock and you can hardly hear it through the sound of the water. You only react the second time. "Occupied!" you shout and realize how unattractive it feels to have to worry about something other than the future now.

"Finn? Here's Millie. Can I come in?” Of course that changes everything. You may be a little confused and stressed out, but your princess's muffled voice is a call to action in any situation.

"Sure," you invite her, and you are not surprised that your voice cheerfully brings her into the room. The door opens and your little sister's head pushes through the gap and falls on your naked form. As always when she sees you, happiness flits across her face, which is quickly followed by amazement, familiarity and curiosity when she sees you. She pushes her delicate body in the long t-shirt in light blue and the denim shorts through the door and remains a little uncertain in the room. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, um..." She looks around the room as if waiting for something. You turn completely towards her and look at her encouragingly. Millie plays with her fingers but looks at you. Blushing in front of you seems to be a normal reaction that you can't really blame her for. But you're glad that she doesn't have to look away like Susan or Claire. A girlfriend just doesn't do that in front of her boy. "Actually, I wanted to ask you if everything is OK," says your princess and taps a few steps closer.

"Yes of course. Why shouldn't it be?” You grin, but also remind yourself not to lie to her. You protect her, also from your demons, but you have never lied to Millie and never will. Your princess seems to know that too, because she smiles at you that seems to say: 'I know that this is not true but I also know that you only want to protect me.'

"I just thought... well, I just wanted to check on you."

"While I'm taking a shower?" You grunt amused and shake your head. Now her gaze wanders down and it is a trying feeling to see her eyes widen slightly and her mouth opens a little.

"Megan said I should check on you," she murmurs. "She said you are worried again and that I should distract you... well, from that." She strokes her hair back and looks a bit **** at you. Your eyes warm up at the sight of your sister - how could they not? Millie notices this and is also glad that she did the right thing. "Susan and Claire are a bit sad but Denise calmed them down. Carrie went very pale when the three talked.” You laugh together for a moment and that's enough to get your thoughts on a better track.

"Okay, my sister is right," you laugh and spread your arms. Millie happily hurries to undress and doesn't care where she throws her things. She stands naked in front of you in record time and you also have to **** yourself to breathe when you see her in all her glory again and again.

"Thank you," Millie mumbles as she climbs into the shower and grabs your hand.

"No darling, I have to thank you" you laugh and hug her.

"Yikes. Cold.” Millie flinches when she hugs your body and the water touches her. You quickly turn the temperature up and soon the heat of the water adapts to your bodies.

Actually you just want to enjoy being close to your love and it's a nice feeling to let your hands run over her smooth body. Millie lets you guide her full of confidence to you and let you turn her around as you like it. She hugs you no matter whether you are facing each other or she presses her back to your chest. You cover her with shampoo, wash her hair, and sometimes tickle her to make her laugh. Of course, your fingers and hands naturally slide over her breasts and every time they drive a pleasant shiver over her body. At some point your touches move further down and your princess pushes her lap against your fingers. You drive over the shaved areas and as you slide your fingers over the edges of her pussy lips you use pressure very softly.

"Hgnh" moans Millie and her arms move up to loop around your neck. "Thank you so much," she says again with love and closes her eyes. Her pelvis moves with your fingers and what should only be a short cleansing turns into something infinitely better.

"You are just perfect." And it's not a tactic that she feels better. Whenever you feel her body against yours, you feel filled and given meaning. You cover her neck with kisses and she leans her head to the side to give you more space. Her wet hair lay heavy on your shoulder and the water flows through it onto your skin. Even the heavy drops are transformed into a gentle breeze. "You are just perfect." Of course you are stiff and your cock squeezes between her thighs and can't wait to get home.

"Wait" she gasps and you immediately break off everything you are doing.

"What is it?" you ask perplexed. You never expected something like that. Millie turns around, puts her hands on your chest and clings to you.

"There's something else I have to tell you and I don't think I can do it if I make love to you." It sounds urgent and her body language also reveals the need to tell you something.

"Everything for you princess. Take as much time as you want. I'm listening.” Nevertheless, she has to overcome herself to swap roles with her big brother.

"I know you care about me and that's the most beautiful thing in my life. And Megan told me it will never stop.” She bites her tongue. "I'm fine if you take care of me and I wish that would never change."

"But?" You ask, then you kiss her on the forehead. Unfortunately, you taste more soap than Millie. "Do not worry. That will never change either. But there is something you want to say and I want to hear it."

"But I think I can help you now. When I told my friends about you, I was sure that you could do everything. And what Denise tells and how she behaves, I believe that too. And Susan and Claire are happy to stay here. It makes me happy to see that I can help them through you. I can't do it alone.” Millie appears to be conflicting with herself, caught on two sides. "But Megan told me you put yourself under stress because you can't spend so much time with us. And I apologize for that.” You want to say something, but Millie isn't done yet. You admire her for having the courage to push the boundaries of your relationship. This is something that you would not have been able to do so easily. And it moves you that she thinks about you. "I thought I was doing you a favor by letting you sleep with my friends. They want that and you take what is yours. By doing so, you even help them. It is also not a question of whether I find it unfair or not. You deserve to be happy too and I am always happy when I see you laughing.” Then she becomes even more serious and you cling to her lips, while her hands on your chest give you security. "But if that means that you are feeling bad when you sleep with Susan, Claire and Denise, then I am extremely sorry. I didn't want that.” She wants to say something else, looks you in the eye and then decides that it's enough. "Yes." Then she looks at you expectantly and with a tiny bit of fear.

"Oh damn Millie..." Your hug is intense, as usual, and there are no tears. The trust that you have in each other is already too great for that. "Why are you so clever?" You laugh hoarsely.

"I'm not clever. Not as clever as you.” She grins with confidence in you and your decisions.

"Don't be so sure about that my love," you grin back.

"You are the reason why my life is so great and I don't want to spoil it with my ideas and plans. You're better with something like that.” The last thing you want to do now is to discuss with her which of you is the better. Your connection is only so strong anyway because you believe that from each other.

"But only because I am so concerned about you and your happiness. And everyone's comfort. Sometimes it gets out of control and then I need you and Megan to get me back on the track.”

"It was definitely one of those moments," says Millie. She doesn't know exactly what's going on inside you, needs Megan for that. My god Megan. You perfect little wombat. Megan, who knows what's going on inside you, sends Millie that you always listen to. Megan, Maureen and Emma can say that you are free. But a hint of guilt from your little sister and you're back on track.

"Yes, it was. But you showed me what I can do. And what I should do."

"Yes?" Millie is overjoyed when she sees you nod.

"Do not worry about me. The only thing I ask you to do is tell me if something bothers you. Because I think it's best for you if I take care of your friends. You showed me that.” If she has something against it, you have now given her the opportunity to say something without a doubt. But Millie just hugs you, rubs her cheek against your slippery body and closes her hands on your back.

"I trust you. You know what's best.” That seems to be her mantra and even if you doubt it now and then, for Millie - and with it for Susan, Claire and Denise - it has become true.

"Just because of you. And I promise that I will try harder so that you don't have to worry about that anymore.” Millie looks relieved.

"Yes, I admit, I like it better if you do it." She grins sheepishly. "But…"

"All of it my princesses," you say again and poke her nose. After a bright giggle, you look at each other again.

"But if we're already here... I know you should decide how to deal with us, but..." Again she breaks off and her eyes wander down your body. It is actually obvious. After all, you are siblings. And if your thing is as stiff as usual, that surely isn't shower-water between her legs. You grin mischievously.

"Nothing easier than that. Come here." Millie lets you lead her again and with your hands resting on her shoulders, they do so with the pressure that she enjoys the most. You gently turn her around and her feet scour over the tiled floor when she lets you lead her. You grasp her stomach with one hand and push him up while you push her back down with the other. "We have to thank Megan," you murmur as you spread her feet with yours.

"Mmhm" Millie is completely focused on you and has her head slightly bowed. Full of excitement, she is waiting for your next step, which will bring her joy. Then her head snaps up as you enter her. "Oh lord yes..." she gasps loudly and you look her happily on the back, which is lifting up against you. You hold her in position with your hands. Megan was right. You realize that you cannot afford to have doubts in this situation. You volunteered to get this far, were supported by your girls, and now owe it to them to get things right. It's easy with Millie. She clings to the bar to which the shower is attached and the pressure of your hand on her back and the **** of your shocks make her drop so far that her head is almost level with her butt. The aforementioned is driven up by your powerful impacts. "Oh lord...you are so deep" exclaims your princess and clings to the metal bar as warm water drips onto your bodies and mixes with your sweat.

"Should I slow down?" you ask but have to grin devilishly. Of course, you ask to make sure Millie is having fun. But also to give her a first introduction to the world of fucking.

"No please, I like that. Deeper, please.” She giggles in satisfaction as your hands press tightly against the skin of her hips. Then she stays out of breath as you push up and almost lift her little body off her feet. "Oh god yes Finn, that's so good. thank-you... thank-you..." She can barely keep on her feet, stand on tiptoe and shiver under every push. Waves of energy chase through her body and her walls contract around your cock when she gets her first orgasm. It takes a few seconds, then she wants to relax. She is almost shocked when you don't stop bumping into her but even increase your pace. You put both hands under her body to support her and when you bump into it, you keep her completely in the air for a short moment. Then you change your angle. "What?" Millie doesn't understand at first, but then screeches as you hit her most sensitive point. Almost immediately she cramps. You notice how she gets narrower and how you can use even more **** to push into her. She loses her voice and you too notice the familiar tingling sensation just before you come. "Finn, wait, I ... Oh Go-o-o-d... I..." But you don't stop, hold her even harder and experience her second orgasm. Her wet hair flies up in an arc and almost falls in your face as the small body in your arms is shaken by waves of pleasure. Her climax almost robbed Millie of her strength and she collapses in your arms. You lift her body, press it against yours and kiss her firmly on the neck. "I love you so much," she breathes, lifting her arms weakly. It takes a few tries, but then she holds onto you. "Please don't let me go," she mumbles. "I just cannot make it. I just don't do you justice."

"That's not the point," you whisper over the rustling of the water. "It's about me being in you, what we feel and that we love each other."

"But you haven't come yet," she pouts, almost making you laugh.

"Like I said: This is about you."

"I thought it was about us. We are always told at school..."

"That is otherwise also correct. But not in this relationship. I am there for you and if you like it, then I am satisfied. Got it?” You can't make it sound serious. What is difficult for Denise and the McKinley sisters is hopeless for Millie.

"Yes, I understand," she murmurs, looking at you from the corner of her eye. "I just wanted... well, to feel you in me."

"I admit I can't hold back from you for long," you admit grinning. "Can you make another round?" Millie nods eagerly and bends forward. Again she stands on tiptoe, you are still in her, and moves her hips slightly.

"Are you really sure?" you ask, noticing how the muscles in your body contract at the image that your spear offers in her reddened and shaved pussy.

"All for you BB," she grins. "I can do it for you." It doesn't take more to let you off the leash. Millie just feels too good and the feel and noise of banging her butt against your lap and drops of water flying through the air just keep you going.

"Yes take me BB. F…“ She breaks off and chuckles at you nervously.

"Is okay. Say it if you want it,“ you encourage her without stopping driving into her.

"Fuck me, my brother."

"On command my princess." Millie has to bite her arm to avoid screaming and your hands run over her small breasts beneath her. Her nipples are hard as diamonds and a pleasant shiver runs through her body as you rub them between your fingers. Your hands run up her trembling frame and wander to her hair. But you hold back as your fingers sink in. Millie does not notice your hesitation and throws herself happily at you, moaning. You don't want to ride her like Emma, don't want to make her an object, no matter how short. But you don't want to stop either. Not because of you, but because Millie is getting more excited below you. She adapts to your bumps, throws herself at you, groans at the right moments. You notice that she learns to use her muscles in her slit better from time to time. A hoarse groan escapes from you too and Millie throws her head back and looks at you with an admiring and horny look.

"Do you like me, Finn? Am I a good little sister?” She laughs happily and you realize that it is not dirty talk. She actually likes the thought of pleasing you.

"You are perfect" you moan and she squeals happily and lets her hips spin.

"Take your little sister. Take me. Take your Millie and make us happy. Please allow me to make you happy.” Then her eyes widen. " Oh Lord...I feel you." She giggles exited. "I feel it. You will come soon. I will make you come! Yes, it is so good. I'm so happy."

"Shall I come? Do you like it? Do you want to feel me coming in you?"

"Oh god yes! Please do that.” You can't take it anymore. Even if the moment is just awesome and perfect. You need more Millie on yourself. You bend over her, reach under her belly and pull her off the feet. A surprised laugh accompanies your action and then Millie in your arms in the air. Her hair falls over your shoulder and you can feel her body against yours as you spread her legs and drive deeper into her than any time before. She hangs on you like a doll, her legs bob in time with your bumps, and her arms hold on to you for dear life. She's so incredibly light that you could do it all day, but you're not that strong.

"I love you Millie..." you gasp, then you squirt in her. It is a huge load that you place in her and you notice how her pussy cramp around your cock in hard contractions. You penetrate deep into her with your **** and most of your load ends up deep in her. Then something new happens. Mille draws in the air, becomes very still and you notice how her body tenses even more. Then she comes a third time. This is actually nothing special, although something pleasant. This time, her waters spurt out of her onto the shower wall and onto your legs. Several long rays shoot out of her and her body hangs motionless and cramped in your arms. Finally, carefully you put her back on the feet. At first she has no strength and you have to support her until she can stand on her own. When she turns to you with wobbling legs and unfocused eyes, she is bright red and you do not know whether out of shame or effort.

"Oh god, I'm... I'm terribly sorry," she stammers. "I... I don't know why I did that. That... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry about it. I…"

"Hey, all right" you try to calm her down. It was probably her first time.

"Do you liked that?" she asks and doesn't know how to deal with it. "I mean, I've never..." she gulps. "Well...p-peed myself," she murmurs, looking sheepishly at the shower floor where the pool of her juices mixes with the water. When you laugh she looks at you in alarm. "I mean, if you like that, I drink water or something before sex..."

"Oh Millie. Come here.” You hug her and are glad that - somewhat hesitantly - she returns the gesture. "It was not naughty. It happens to some women when they come. That's all."

"But I have come with you so many times and so far it has never happened."

"It doesn't have to either. But it is by no means something disgusting or naughty. It has already happened to Emma and you don't have to be ashamed of it.” You look at her and shake with delight. "It is also not urine. All is right.” Millie only nods as you brush her hair from her face and put it over her shoulders, but doesn't quite understand yet. "We still have a lot of time to explore this with you and I promise that it will even happen to you again. And then you don't have to be ashamed of it. OK?"

"Yes, okay." She manages to smile.

"Important for you right now should be, that you helped me. A lot."

"I'm glad." And this fact makes her feel better straight away. Grinning, you realize that you have to take a shower again now. You somehow get the urge to resist and Millie also withdraws. Still, you kiss for several minutes as you dry your girlfriend and help her get dressed. Of course she can do it alone, but Millie also likes being your little sister.

You spend the day with the girls by the lake until evening. It is too hot for volleyball and so you all go into the water, kneel in, reach up to your shoulders and have conversations. It's a good sign that none of the topics about you and your battered cock are coming up, even if Karen tries to focus on the topic every now and then. It almost looks like a normal week at the lake with friends. But of course different girls take turns at your side in surprising harmony. Sometimes you stroke Denise under the surface, kiss Megan and Millie over it, or a head of Susan or Claire lies on your shoulder. Emma deals with Carrie and occasionally gives you wanting looks. There is talk about politics, the weather, school, teachers and classmates, homework, parents and siblings and everything else except love, sex and lust. Sometimes about that too, but you're never the only subject. So the day passes in the weightlessness of the water and when it cools down so much that the girls start to freeze, you get up - several pairs of eyes land on your crotch- and go to the shore. The girls follow you, especially Denise, accompanied by Susan and Claire. Megan takes the hand of Millie and together with Emma they also leave the water. The other girls follow soon. It is relaxing and you notice the energy that you have collected through the hours in the cool water. You live a stressful life but your girls make it worth it.

While Millie and Megan prepare the girls for dinner outside, you look for the third sister inside. You find Maureen in the kitchen, where she is concentrating on the mountain of ingredients that you brought with you from the city.

"Hey" you greet her and interrupt her counting. "We missed you outside." Maureen bare her teeth in an apologetic grin but also tense her shoulders.

"Yes sorry, I was busy," she says and puts jam jars in the fridge.

"Oh yes? Sure it wasn't something else?” You smirk and come closer. She doesn't flinch when you touch her hand and stand next to her. Together, you sort ingredients in and out of the fridge and cupboards in the kitchen. Maureen is quiet but eventually finds an answer.

"You looked so happy out there. I…” She groans slightly and looks at you apologetically. "I know you don't like to hear that, but I didn't want to break your synergies."

"I like to hear everything that comes from you", you mean neutrally and take her hand. The grip is returned. "But I understand you."

"Carrie is so... well, she's right." You ask Maureen what she means. "Well, I brought Josh here. Whenever I see my sister's leg, my stomach twists. And Emma...” She draws in air. "I almost made your girlfriend end up in the hospital... or fucking worse."

"She handles it quite well," you mean, rather to help Maureen than to calm her down. "She's not angry with you, for sure."

"She has you though," says your older sister and stows several XXL packs of potato chips in the high cupboard, where Susan and Claire will find it difficult to get to them. She simply bypasses your attempt to soften her guilt. But you can counter that. Damn Megan, I have to thank you for sending Millie to me.

"But you also have me, Maureen." Again you take her and again she takes your hand. It is the typical behavior of Maureen to confirm your closeness to her, but on the other hand not to cross the line that she has drawn herself. "Well, maybe Carrie." You shrug your shoulders lightly. "But only because she is worried about Emma. And you're similar in that. Nobody, neither me nor my sisters, wants to load anything on you. Sure, we'd love to see you join us, but we understand that it has to be quite a change for you." That makes Maureen laugh, and it's a good laugh, not one of the ironic ones she's shown in the past.

"You are really good ar pulling your thing though. Especially through your sisters."

"Oh stop" you grin a little sheepishly. "This is not about sex or anything. I like you and the others too. We just want you to be fine."

"No sex?" Another laugh, happy again. "I passed the bathroom door earlier."

"Oh oh" you grin and reap a sly grin.

"Millie seems to be turning into a little whore for you." Her smile dies only half a second after yours. "Oh shit. Sorry. That was... sorry."

"It's okay" you calm her down, but you also have a sting in the stomach. "She's having fun, but protecting her is still extremely important to me."

"She can be happy about it." Now it is Maureen who seeks your contact and smiles at you painfully, even if you try to give her a good time. "Do you see?" she asks a little tortured. "That's why I don't want to come out to you so eagerly." She looks out of the kitchen at the lawn. "You all gave me so much, you gave me so much. I'm just worried that I'll break everything up again. You know, in a typical Maureen-Lynchwood-manner. As always." She sounds sad.

"It won't happen. You are not alone in your efforts to be accepted. Up until now, this was definitely the case, but not now. Now you are among friends."

"I still have to get used to it" confesses your oldest sister and sounds incredibly shy. She comes from a world of struggle and defeat. To win because you are just yourself is foreign to her. You enclose her face with your hands and admire her velvety skin. Her eyes flit across your face and she's still looking for confirmation that it's all not a dream or a nasty prank. You don't kiss her on the lips, you want it first, but then you decide against it. Her cheeks are just as tender and warm, but give an intimate impression and none of desire. She seems to feel that too, as she puts her head to one side and enjoys the feeling of your lips on her neck.

"Are we disturbing?" The cheerful voice of Megan sounds from the door frame to the living room. Maureen is almost scared to **** and is torn from her world. She almost jumps away from you and crushes on the kitchenette.

"You never bother" you grin and look at your sisters. Millie stands behind Megan and they both look at you and Maureen with the same look. At Millie, there is maybe some embarrassment.

"We just wanted... we only..."

"Everything's cool Maureen," Megan says emphatically casually and strolls into the kitchen. She puts a big sack of potatoes on the table and then turns to you. Millie puts a basket of other ingredients next to it and watches you three closely. "We don't mind if you preheat the stove for the main course." She winks at the older girl and stands next to you. She also presses a kiss on your cheek and asks you: "And? Do I get a 'thank you' for my idea with Millie? She told me that it was very... helpful for both of you.” Millie buries her face in her hands and Maureen looks to the side on purpose as Megan pulls you close and drives her tongue into your mouth.

"You are the best middle sister a man can wish for Wombat." Then there is silence and three girls look at you dreamingly. Millie reminisces about the session in the shower. Megan has been longing for you since the last time, is actually insatiable. And Maureen apparently just realizes that she is falling behind in a game that she should actually master. After all, she had most of the practice of heating you on.

The power in your hands is indescribable. Sure, you three are responsible for cooking tonight, and the potato bake doesn't go by itself... But with just one word, one gesture or one thought, you could stain every surface in this room from now on. Here you could take Megan, lick Millie there and Maureen would certainly not have anything against anal sex. A knock on your forehead brings you back.

"Hello? Ground control to Major Finn?” Megan looks at her sisters. "We all know where he is right now." She grins at the others. Millie just looks at you lovingly, but Maureen sees herself invited to a group and is happy to accept the offer.

"Yes, we know where he is. But in who is another question."

"Hey, you... you're right... shit." You shrug. "But look at you. I can be glad that I do not dissolve into my components when I see you.” Millie, who is by far the shyest, is the first to giggle because today she had a taste of what she can get from you if she asks. "Can we please focus on cooking? I told Denise not to eat until we're done and Susan and Claire are surely stick to it too.” You gently pull Millie to your side and kiss her on the head as she hugs you and tightly swings her arms around you. "And I don't want to disappoint the three." You look at your sisters lovingly. "After all, I'm also responsible for them now." And so you finally said it, admitted it and it is accepted. Three girls have three different reasons, but in the end, they only respect you for the decision. What a wonderful world.

Eating is actually not a special thing for you. Almost a duty to be done. A means to an end so that you can be there with more energy for your sisters and now your other girls and girlfriends. But cooking with Megan, Millie and Maureen is a whole new experience. You have so much fun that from a certain point you have to spend almost as much energy to ward off the curious looks of the other girls as to the cooking itself. Susan and Claire run out of the kitchen screaming wildly after you chase them away with water from the tap, and Denise watches from afar as you lift Millie and hug Megan. When Maureen teasingly pokes you in the side and you collapse like someone hit by a .50 caliber bullet, you can hear a giggle from one end of the living room to the kitchen. You go out of your way to include the other parties, but Emma and Carrie help you keep the other girls out of the kitchen. You share the tasks and there is hardly any stress. Until: As in such a situation, two girls soon clash. Megan wants to use sea salt, Maureen wants to wait until the end. You are overjoyed to see the two sisters staring at each other, then Maureen giving in to Megan and in return Megan offering Maureen to do it her way. The two see your look, then look at each other and smile too. With Millie in your arms, you watch the two sprinkle salt on the potatoes.

"Finn shouldn't do that under any circumstances," laughs Millie, feeling her happiness. "He's too in love."

"That's right, I am," you laugh, wrapping your arms around the screeching Millie and spinning her around. Nothing special, except for the long kiss at the end and the feeling of her warm cheeks in your hands. While Millie is peeling the potatoes you start chopping the rosemary and thyme. You grimace painfully as you grasp the handle incorrectly and cold steel presses against your wound that Josh's tooth chipped. Megan is by your side immediately.

"Let me do it," she says energetically and takes the knife away from you. "If you lose a finger, we'll have to take care of you." She smiles at you, but you wouldn't be able to blame her anyway. While Maureen looks at you pityingly, Megan gets to work. But then she surprises you with a confession. "I couldn't stand it if you hurt yourself again because of us." Megan looks intently at the chopping board and the green topping and cuts with concentration. You just stare at her and your other sisters are also surprised by this sudden change in tone.

"But that's my job Megan" you mean and brush over her back.

"But we ask a lot from you" comes back and you look at Maureen questioningly. She turns to her sister, also puts a hand on her back and tries to take on the load that her sister has probably loaded.

"Hey. Come on. If anyone is responsible for his injuries, it's me.”

"I don't mean that." A dry laugh comes from her throat. "I mean now that everything is going so well... are we doing enough to help you?"

"Yes, in any case. Without you, I would be nothing. You make me a human. A good person. You give me a purpose in life.” You don't quite understand why Megan is doing so badly and it comes pretty suddenly.

"I've been trying to take this sense away from you for a long time."

"What?" You and Maureen ask at the same time.

Millie agrees that “can't be”.

"Maureen" Megan turns to her sister. "I wasn't there for you often." Then it's the turn of Millie. "And neither for you." Again she laughs. “I think of the four of us, I am the one who is most afraid of a life without Finn. That's why I often behaved so wrongly."

"You behaved wrong? Don't make me laugh!” While you just stare at your sister, Maureen starts to move and hugs Megan. She's a little taller than her - like you - and that's how you see yourself in her as the two girls hug. "Are you dumb or something? You were always a good sister to him, I know that. Do you know why?” She doesn't wait for an answer. "I was always jealous of you and Millie for what you had built up with him. If we did, then we all behaved like crazy.” Megan returns the hug and your heart melts as the two sisters make their peace. Millie and you lie in your arms at some point and only when the potato water boils over loud do you let her go. While you are saving the potatoes and getting hot drops of water on your arms while cursing like a man of the sea, the three sisters stay among themselves.

"Well, Millie never behaved wrongly" Megan laughs and wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. "She's always been our brother's little princess."

"But only because you were always there for me," replies Millie. In the meantime, you saved the potatoes and poured them into a sieve. When you are done, you look at the three girls with a look that they cannot interpret. "What is it?" Millie finally wants to know.

"You think you were lucky?" you ask stunned and shake your head. “Seeing the three Lynchwood sisters, knowing what an unspeakable, tremendous and illogical happiness it is to have even one of you, is a feeling that you cannot describe. Two of you? You are crazy. All three?” You grin teasingly. "You would die for that. To have you as a family, to be so lucky to know you, is something that I cannot live without. I wouldn't be human if you three weren't there.” You laugh amused. "And you think you're lucky." The three sisters look at you. Millie and Megan have tears in their eyes again and are touching their wristbands. Seeing the three and knowing that you are with each of them almost tears your heart out of happiness. A person can only endure a certain amount of happiness and you are about to find out how much that is before you disappear into a glowing explosion of joy.

"You also belong to the family, Finn", Megan says and falls into your arms. "Without you, I would be nothing." Millie follows immediately and when Maureen also joins you, you close a bond between you that will never tear again.

"We need you too," Millie murmurs, pushing you as hard as she can.

"My God, you're right," Maureen says, and you look at her. "How slim is the probability for the three of us to fall in love with him? One of us alone, but three? And that we all agree? Emma added and the other girls too?"

"You are right" you mean thoughtfully. "The probability is simply too slim." You came across something in your intimate foursome-moment.

"I think I know it," said Maureen thoughtfully. "I think it's not a probability. It's us. All of us. We all make it possible.” You look at each other and at some point one starts laughing, then another and then the other two. Then you are in your arms again. A couple of kisses are given, but nothing really intimate. It's about siblings, not lovers.

"Excuse me," Megan says. "I didn't want to ruin the mood." You wave it off. "I just don't want to be the one that gets you in trouble."

"As I said, that's my job," says Maureen, laughs, and then realizes her little mistake. "Been" she adds and clears her throat. "We go together now." It's nice to see that these words come from Maureen.

"Do you see?" Megan pats her big sister on the back. "Maybe we should visit Josh in the hospital and thank him for bringing us closer together." The oldest one's eyes widen before she realizes the joke.

"How do you put up with her?" she asks and points playfully at Megan. The mood is as cheerful as before. "Since when have you let it all go through?" she asks you laughing.

"Since she called me brother for the first time," you say something dreamy. It's been so many years. When you consider that your life is just beginning now... "Since then there have been so many moments that I fell in love with her and Millie. And I've always looked at you somehow.” You grin, but you're afraid to use these words to exclude Maureen. But - at least this evening - Maureen laughs cheerfully and warms your heart.

"You don't just have a moment, do you?" she says and looks at you in amazement. "With each of us. There is not 'the one moment' when you fell in love with one of us. It has always been your whole life.” It is a statement and nobody has ever analyzed your feelings so precisely over such a long period. You can only nod silently.

"Do you know what my most intimate moment with you was?" asks your oldest sister and sounds almost religious. You shake your head and you and her younger sisters look to Maureen, who has never been so open before you. "When we got together after your... well, you can't call it a brawl... when we threw up our souls together afterward. I felt so miserable. Megan was hurt, Emma too. You were bleeding and Millie was scared. And all because of me.” Megan wants to say something, but Maureen peacefully holds up her hands and looks at you. "When you tried so hard to hold my hair back." She quickly looks at Millie. "I know that's your thing. I didn't want it to steal from you…” she looks down. "But I fell in love with him there." You look at Maureen, then at Millie.

"I know how it is," says your little sister, looking at you. "Do not worry. I know how you feel about me.” She smiles and then turns to her oldest sister. "It was the same for me." She chuckles. "Well, for me he also managed to hold my hair back. It's been so long, but I still remember it exactly. He was always there for me when I needed him."

"My most intimate moment with him was when I realized that he loved me, even though I was so scared," Megan says and completes the picture in your head. A picture with a big, happy family. "When I knew that he already loved me even though I had made it so difficult for him." Now Maureen wants to say something and is stopped by Megan. The two develop a great dynamic together. "The moment I realized that I was already in his life without having to fight. And that I got all the feelings from him without doing anything for it.” She is looking directly at you now. "From then on you had me. Forever."

"Okay..." you mean with a brittle voice. You inhale and exhale several times and your eyes become watery. But you can't bring yourself to say anything. The connection you have is too strong, too much good happens to you and you can't even understand why.

"Do we want to continue cooking?" asks Megan with a look composed of joy, amusement, love and a little pity.

"Mhm..." you mumble and just nod your head. So you decide that the potatoes shouldn't get cold and continue cooking.

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