Birthday preparations with a l... uh...

Chapter 79

One last kiss and you go upstairs. You check your phone on the way.

"Happy birthday" you whisper in your Wombat's ear and get a quick kiss on the cheek. Hand in hand you open the door to your room and your eyes fall on Millie, who is wrapped in your blankets on the bed. Quietly you cross the room and lie down. Megan directs you to her little sister's side with her inimitable determination. In another corner of the room, Maureen is lying on the floor in her newly purchased sleeping bag. A newly purchased air mattress offers her enough comfort and her breathing is calm and gentle. You look back and forth between your sisters one last time and then gently press the lithe body of Millie gently against you. Then you fall asleep, images of the future in your head and a heart full of confidence.

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Your dreams of girls by your side, wild and gentle sex, conversations and love slowly fade as the sun begins to shine through the window. You drift slowly from your sleep into wakefulness and enjoy every moment of it. In your dazed state you feel like you are between two worlds. Your brain is not yet awake enough to see the world clearly, but you are no longer asleep either. You perceive the beautiful feeling that is spreading in your body. You feel a body at your side, its warmth and you know that Millie is next to you. You take her hand and it seems like she feels the same. Slowly you become more and more lively, but the feeling remains. In your head, it's still as tough as warm honey and you don't make any effort to perceive your surroundings. You just enjoy the great feeling that you have so much love in your life. Nevertheless, you have to escape the land of dreams at some point and when your senses slowly come back to this world, you notice that something is different. It's taking longer than usual, and as you start to wonder why, you realize that you still can't concentrate properly. You feel so good that even though you are awake, you still cannot concentrate properly. It will take a while before you notice what is going on. It shouldn't really surprise you.

The sheet between your legs rises and falls rhythmically and you hear the noises that two lips make around your penis. You moan lightly and move your legs slightly as you can really feel a mouth around your dick and the dull contact of your tip on a warm, wet throat.

"Good morning Megan" you mumble sleepily and drunk with lust but with a blissful grin on your face. The mouth lets your boner slide out of it, licks it again briefly and then the cover is raised and her face comes out of the semi-dark.

"How did you know that it was me?" asks your middle sister with a happy grin and puts your morning wood on her cheek. She rubs the tip of her nose and cheek against it and looks past it into your eyes.

“Nobody can do that as fine as you,” you mutter.

"Oh how cute" laughs your sister and gives your cock a wet kiss. "And you're not just saying that because it's my birthday today?" she asks with a mischievous grin.

"That's the nice thing about you girls, you... oh fuck... wow..." Megan couldn't wait. “You all have what is most important to me. And on top of that… shit… you are all very special.” You put your hands on her head and you can feel her hair between your fingers. A loud 'pop' sounds and Megan pulls her body up against yours. Her stiff nipples slide over your skin and stimulate both of you. She comes very near to your face.

“You can even hand out compliments with your cock in my mouth. Am I not trying hard enough?” She wants to kiss you on the mouth and you unwillingly turn your head to the side. With one of her characteristic light giggles, she lifts herself up so that the blanked reveals her naked body.

"You have always satisfied me with ease," you press out between your lips as her thighs press against you.

"Then I'll get my present now," she grins and reaches down.

The sight on her face is always worth gold and when she puts your spear in her hole she is as excited as a child on his... well, birthday. The sex is not wild, but rather is it romantic. Apparently Megan is pretty heated up by the blow job and doesn't need long before she starts twitching at you. You massage her breasts in your hands and every now and then you go down to her clit. After a short while her face turns red and she sinks down on you with a happy sigh.

"Was that good?" you ask. Nothing could be worse than disappointing Megan on her birthday.

"Don't worry, Biggie." Her hair runs like liquid copper over your body and her face. Individual strands stick to her forehead, but she doesn't breathe as hard as after your other adventures. "I needed just that." She pinches your side as you snicker and chuckles happily as you move under her. "Today is going to be tough enough for you, believe me." She lifts her head and looks at you worriedly. "You have something planned for me, haven't you?"

"What? Because of your birthday?” You put your finger to your lips. "I do not know. I have to ask the girls if... Uff...“ Of course you can't let that punch sit on you and your morning fight wakes Millie next to you and Maureen opens the sleeping bag as well.

"If it wasn't for your birthday today, I would slaughter you now," she mumbles, but draws her lips into a narrow grin. Millie also sits up and soon two bodies are on yours. No chance for you. You soon have to give up under the tickling attacks. Nobody bothers your nudity and even Maureen hugs Megan and wishes her 'all the best, which probably means Finn'.

You talk for a few more minutes, then it is time to prepare. Megan is right, which has been happening a lot lately. Today is going to be a packed day. Some things you have planned for a long time, others arose from the situation.

"I'll take a shower first" you decide and don't notice any resistance from the girls. Millie yawns and hugs the covers again.

“That's a good idea, Biggie. I still have to work something out anyway. ”You look at Megan questioningly. "You don't have to know everything buddy," she grins. "Today is my day."

"Yes yes, it's ok. If I hadn't just slept with you, one did think you'd have to get laid again.” You wink at her and Millie and Megan throw pillows at you, which you throw back immediately for the sake of Millie. Maureen stands a little lost and watches you. It's almost cute to see her arms twitch at the impulse to join in.

"And what are you doing?" asks Megan Maureen when she got out of bed. The big sister shrugs her shoulders.

"I don't really know yet." She seems a bit hesitant. “Do you want me with you? It wouldn't be a problem for me if..."

"But of course I want that. That we couldn't stand each other is a thing of the past." Megan - still naked - hugs Maureen in her morning clothes. The hug is returned and you and Millie look at each other with satisfaction. "I definitely want you with me." Then something occurs to Megan. "Oh yes, I also need your help with something."

"At what for?"

"Finn must have forgotten it already, but I haven't yet." Megan looks at you mischievously. "I'm not saying anything more."

“Should be fine with me,” you grunt. “But you don't set the house on fire, will you? Dad would kill me."

"We never would," laughs Megan.

"It only happened once," says Maureen and laughs when she sees your gaze. "Long story."

“Oh come here. You're going to bring me to my grave.” You spread your arms and Megan and Maureen come close to you. Millie stays there and looks at you with content. You hold the two sisters close to you. “I'm so happy that we're finally all there for each other.” With the words, Maureen increases the pressure of her arms a little. After you break up you look at her. "I hope we don't overwhelm you with all the family stuff," you ask.

"No." Maureen shakes her head determinedly. “Megan is right. My troubles are in the past. I admit, it's still new to me to be so close to people so often, but I'm happy about it.” She looks at you three and looks happy. Your heart is almost bursting with joy at her words. "I like it." Then she makes her mind and presses a kiss on your lips. It's still a bit brash, not as determined as with Megan and not as loving as with Millie and Emma, but still something very special. Because it is voluntary and friendly. "And that too," she grins under the delighted looks of Megan.

"I can only give it back" you smirk like a dumbass.

Finally, you make your way through to move and reluctantly leave the three girls to clear your head in the shower. Inwardly, you switch to a different mode and create space for Denise and the McKinleys in addition to your sisters.

"And damn Emma" you admonish yourself and are shocked to have almost forgotten the sweet girl. She gives you so much freedom and yes, you need it right now, but you definitely mustn't neglect her. You clench your hands into fists under the cold jet of water. That can't happen.

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Breakfast is being served downstairs and you can see that it's probably only Denise who dutifully goes about her tasks. Susan and Claire are back on the sofa and stare in silence at the television that is showing a morning show. You greet all the girls and recognize the absence of Emma.

"Don't worry about her," says Carrie, who is sorting cutlery around the plates with Denise. “She's upstairs waiting for the bathroom to clear. She also has to talk to her brother on the phone."

"Oh." You are surprised. "Is everything all right?" Carrie is one of the closest friends of Emma and owing to the fact that she is not so kind to you, it shouldn't hurt to be a little better with her again.

“Yeah, no big deal. You know her. She just wants to know how he's doing.” You calm down and help the girls set the table. When Susan and Claire notice you, they also come unasked and together it is no challenge to set the table for everyone. When Karen and Rachel come inside, you notice how mixed the groups are. You like that because you didn't think this development was likely. But on the other hand, you didn't expect that you could be the link between the groups. The breakfast is not very special. Just a couple of loaves of bread and sweet and spicy receipts. You ask Denise to eat three pieces, although after two she doesn't seem to be hungry anymore. But since you know when you will next eat something again and she doesn't, she obediently follows your instructions. The McKinleys also make sandwiches, and Claire keeps looking at you.

"Finn?" she asks quietly and you interrupt your conversation with Denise and look at her. "C-Can you... please..." She holds out her bread with her knife in it. Out of reflex, you grab it and smile at the girl while you cut open the bun.

"Nothing easier than that" you smile at her. "What do you want on it?"

“You decide,” she says a bit shyly but apparently at peace with herself. You shrug your shoulders and choose a thick layer of chocolate cream. Then you squeeze the two halves back together and hand them to Claire. “Thank you” she mumbles and nibbles on the bread. When she tastes the sugar, she smiles contentedly at you, the corners of her mouth already smeared with cream. Susan seems to wrestle with herself during the time and either she wins or loses the fight. In any case, you are served another bun. Susan gets a big portion of cheese and sausage with sea salt butter underneath and you can't help but watch the two happily as they eat in silence.

"Wow Finn, I like that side of you especially" sounds Emma behind you. She still has her cell phone in her hand and is hugging you bumpily with it. You don't have time to get up and so you surround her hips with your arms. Emma sits down between you and Carrie and asks about your siblings.

"When I passed your door, I only heard happy voices inside," she says and puts a hand on yours. “I'm glad you guys get along so well again. It is surely good for Millie." You want to say something, mostly because you want to make your girlfriend feel loved, but Carrie gets ahead of you.

"Finn may have some weaknesses, but he has got the hang of these things." She looks at you and you nod to each other. Emma hugs your side and peels a banana. Spellbound you watch her how she opens her mouth, sticks out her tongue and... puts the banana down again. She looks at you knowing.

"Oh you mean beast" you gasp.

“What?” she asks playfully. Then she takes a jar of honey, dips the tip of the banana into it, and watches the liquid spread over the tip. Your eyes are almost falling out of your head and for Emma it is a truly delicious game that she's doing with you. She licks the banana, spreads the honey over it, licks it up and lets it flow back onto the banana via the tip of her tongue. You can't believe what you see and Emma won't let you out of her sight as she fiddles with her toy. And then she bites hard on the tip and you jump up from the table like a stabbed dog.

"Damn Jackson!" you shout to the laughter of the girls while Emma chews with relish and with puffed cheeks. She winks at you.

"Just so you don't forget me." A hint of guilt swirls around her face and the slightly insecure smile reveals her intentions. On the other hand, you feel more bad than good.

"I wouldn't forget you," you mutter, grasping her hand and both of you look down at your plates, embarrassed. You want to explain to Emma that you love her, but screaming out your feelings like that would miss the point. You are quickly working out a plan in your head when you hear footsteps and the voices of Megan and Millie on the stairs. Megan will surely be able to help you. You get up from the chair and turn to face the stairs. Your legs fail under you and you have to support yourself on the table when you see Megan.

She is a beautiful girl, you always knew that. But what's coming down the stairs now blows all the scales you've ever had to measure the beauty of girls. She wears a navy blue summer dress with white roses on it. The fabric is wide enough for the warm weather, but your sister has tied a beige belt around her hips, which emphasizes her waist and merges into a short skirt that reaches her mid-thigh and wrinkles around her legs that end in snow-white Low shoes which are covered with red stars. Her hair is held together by a ponytail and falls off her head in a perfect form over her shoulders. In front of the braid, she tied the blue ribbon in her hair as you asked her. The dress rests only slightly on her shoulders and she has thrown a denim jacket over it, which extends to her hips. She even put on make-up very lightly and her eyeliner plays around her eyes in dark colors.

"My God" escapes you and you cover your mouth with your hand so as not to drool. Her laughter could bring you back from the dead and you are endles happy about it, your heart almost stops at the sight of all this beauty. Without any shame, she comes up to you and stands in front of you. You can only gaze at her with your mouth slightly and eyes wide open and hope to see her hundreds of thousands of more times in your life.

“Where's my hug big brother?” she asks and spreads her arms. She screeches excitedly and surprised when you pounce on her and press her body as tightly as decency allows on yours. You lift her off her feet and spin her around like almost every morning but this time with even more joy. An unknown delight arises in you as you imagine your future life with her.

"Heaven above me you look incredibly beautiful" you exclaim and look at the girl in front of you. At first, Megan is a little overwhelmed by your comfort and just nods her head like a bird, but then she recognizes the love in your words and becomes a little more courageous. She grabs her dress with one hand and turns several times so that you can look at her from all sides. You scream like a groupie gone mad, suppress it in your hands and take a shrill breath. "Don't I have the prettiest middle sister and cutest wombat on this planet?" With your eyes wide open you turn around to the group at the table and present Megan to the world. “This is my girlfriend Megan. It's her birthday today and if she wants the Eiffel Tower from me, then she'll get it."

"The one from Las Vegas or Paris?" asks Carrie after she has refrained from making her first comment.

"With that look? Both!” Then you calm down - a little. “Sorry, Megan. You are incredibly beautiful no matter what you are wearing. But shit I'm sorry, but this? It just can't be topped.” You say this knowing that your other girls will understand. And judging by their looks, that's the way it is.

"I would be happy with something to eat," grins your sister and sits down at the table. She sits in your place and you watch her and her look without being able to move from the spot.

Only when Millie comes downstairs can you move again. Under the surveillance of the girls you look at her and realize that she is on the phone with someone. She has her cell phone to her ear and her head lowered.

“…No, I don't mind, really. I'm glad you called. Yes of course. No, she's just having breakfast. Yeah, I know, but that's how we get up. It's a vacation. Yes, he's right here.” She holds out the cell phone to you and looks at you apologetically.

“Yes?” you ask and hear your mother's voice on the receiver.

"Finn? Hello. This is your mother."

“I know mum. You want to speak to Megan?” The sister spoken to lifts her head out of the large bowl of cereal and you have to laugh when some milk flows down her chin.

“I wanted to talk to you all. I already congratulated Millie in retrospect."

"Didn't we say we'd catch up with the party when we get home?" you ask, sounding a little too snappy. Or your mother is electrified again.

"Can't a mother ask about her kids?" You roll your eyes and Millie giggles next to you. You smile at her and Megan understands too.

"Yes you can. And I'll give you my other sister too," you say and Megan grins in just a moment. Then your mum gets serious on you.

"Tell me, how is Millie?" She sounds more busy than worried.

“I know that sounds clichéd, but they is doing fantastic. Didn't you ask her?"

“Yes, and she told me the same thing. I just wanted to hear it from your mouth again."

"Thank you Mum" you mean and feel proud. Of course, she knows about your role for your sisters. But you prefer to keep to yourself how much you fill it in.

“And Megan and Maureen? Do they fight a lot?” Now she sounds worried and you too have to think about how you react. No mum, don't worry. I've slept with both of them and the love for me and my cock holds them together.

“No mum, don't worry. I've talked to both of them and the responsibility for Millie and the time together keeps them together.” Not bad buddy.

"Not bad Finn." Hey! "I knew you could do it. Wait a minute, your father wants to speak to you.” You hear rustling on the other end of the line and then the familiar voice of your dad.

"Well son, tell me then."

“What, father?” You ask as innocently as possible. You hear footsteps on the other end of the line. “We're buddies among each other. What happened to you and your sisters?"

"Uh..."

“I got a call from the Seacrest Sherif's Department. An Officer Hicks, first name Bobby, called me.” His voice sounds almost amused, even if the cheerfulness is hidden behind a wall of austerity. Your sisters watch you freeze.

"Oh... oh yes..."

"Oh yes?" Now your father can't help but laugh. “What are you doing over there? I have a police report here. Who is Josh?” You look at Megan and Millie. Then you tell your father the whole story.

“Does Mum know about it?” you ask after you've finished.

"Are you stupid boy?" laughs your dad. You are worse off with the memories of this event than him. “If I tell your mum about it, she'll call for a crusade against Seacrest. No, no, we won't tell her about it until you get home. Here you can hide better from her as soon as she goes crazy."

"Dad... this is your... wife you're talking about." Another laugh.

"Just tell me that Josh deserved it." Maureen is just coming down the stairs freshly showered. She sees you with the phone and Megan and Millie and looks at you. She asks in sign language: Are you okay? You just nod and signal: Dad. Her eyes widen and her gaze is fixed on the leg of Megan, who only looks at her sister and waves it away.

"Yes dad, you can bet on that."

"Than it is good Son." It turns out that your father persuaded your mother to contact you so that he could better prepare her for the shock later. You inherited the planning from him. The phone wanders from one sister to another. Megan is next, impatiently poking around in her cereal and listening to her mother about what wishes she has for her life. Actually a nice gesture, but you know what she wants in her life.

“Mum, I have to hang up now. We still have a busy day ahead of us today. Yes... thank you... yes..." You look at her and Megan understands. "Mum, listen... yes... Mum... Mum, I love you. Thanks for getting in touch.” Their eyes meet and Megan smiles. "Thank you for taking care of us." Then she hangs up. "Satisfied?" You want to kiss her on the cheek, but she's moving and it lands on her chin instead.

"Thank you" you mean.

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Of course, it's you who puts the bags in the car while Megan makes herself comfortable in the passenger seat. The group thanked Maureen that she is the second driver again today and her previously orphaned car comes to life next to yours. You look over at her after you buckle up. You nod to each other and this time you made sure that her passengers (Susan, Denise and Claire) behave like good little girls. She follows you and (with the other girls in the back) into town.

"Where are you going first?" asks Megan excitedly and fiddles with her dress. You look at the clock, almost noon. It took a surprisingly long time to finish and Megan and Rachel couldn't help but indulge their need to dance for an hour. But you are still in time.

"We're going to eat something" you mean and hope that everyone is still hungry despite the late breakfast. But who says no to ice cream? It's not about hunger, but lust. Megan definitely seems to be enjoying it and she puts her hand on your thigh with the hands of Millie on your shoulders from behind you. It is definitely time you introduced Melina to Megan and Millie. This is definitely going to be fun, you think to yourself. On the other hand, with the behavior that Megan has shown so far, it will certainly go well. She and Melina are very similar and that you didn't have to prepare a party for your sister but could leave that to the two girls from the restaurant is also a good thing. Damn it, it occurs to you and your fingers grip the steering wheel a bit tighter. She will ask for something in return. For doing her job and preparing the party? asks your drill sergeant. Then he notices it too. Yeah, shit, we're screwed. Well, Finn? Do you have enough energy to fuck her in the guestroom? You click your tongue and are torn between the possibilities. But you don't have time to think, the journey is just too short for that. Your little convoy is already turning into the parking lot and the sun with the sundae greets you. Again it's like Vietnam and the squad swarms out of the two cars / UH-1 Hueys. You are satisfied to find that Susan, Claire and Denise seem to have pushed themselves into a good mood. Megan is excited too. All the girls have their best clothes on, but have a change of clothes for the evening.

Several hands pull you into the restaurant and Giselle is the first one you see. She seems a bit nervous and maybe out of breath, but you can imagine that preparing a party for ten people is not easy.

"Hey Giselle" you greet her happily and raise your eyebrows in surprise when the girl in front of you curtsies.

"Hello Monsieur Finn" she smiles at you. At your questioning looks she says: "Lady Monroe told me to say hello to you like that." She looks to the side, embarrassed, but then puts on a professional smile again. "I'll take you to your seats." While she goes first and Megan is looking around the shop next to you and peeping around in all directions, you glance at Giselle in her black and white outfit from behind. She has a graceful pace, even if it gets a bit bumpy sometimes. Her comfortable shoes drag a little over the floor and her waist swings a little too much that it doesn't seem trained. Her behavior speaks well to you in any case, her appearance anyway, and also her movements. One can't miss it and Megan pokes you in the side. The bright light that falls through the freshly cleaned large side windows into the restaurant makes her eyes look even clearer. She winks at you and you bob your head. Yeah, you got it right. Megan doesn't mind your interest in Giselle, but you lean over to her anyway.

"Wait until you get to know Melina."

"I already met her in the mall," says Megan. "Have you already forgotten that?" You laugh a little too loudly and behind you Millie leans forward to better understand what is being said.

"You haven't really got to know her yet, believe me." That seems to interest Megan more than worry, but when you think of Melina, you just don't know what to expect.

When Melina comes to your table - Giselle has already put the first round of drinks on your bill and several large sundaes of ice cream - it's as if you've known her forever. Without further ado, she sits down next to you on the bench and when Carrie asks puzzled what that is about, the red-haired girl just shrugs her shoulders.

“I'm on a break,” she says lightly. "And besides, I have overtime and Giselle can stand in for me."

"Are you doing that for her too?" Asks Emma, who has very fond memories of the last meal with you.

"No." Put out quite soberly, it seems as if Emma had just made a mistake.

"Why?" she asks, perplexed, but the answer doesn't make it any better. "Because she doesn't work overtime."

"Sounds logical" you try to act on the situation. "Tell me, Melina, what can you recommend on the menu?" You slide the list over to her, but she waves it off and instead stares hard at your face for several seconds. Numerous girls follow her gaze as Melina penetrates your soul. Hopefully you like what you see there. Who am I asking? Of course she'll like it.

“Chocolate ice cream with whipped cream,” she says firmly.

"Okay, that wasn't very impressive," laughs Megan but Melina raises her hand. She's not finished yet.

“Frozen yogurt with pieces of banana and dark chocolate sauce. Whipped cream and nut chips." She leans back triumphantly.

"Damn it" groans Megan and Millie giggles. Melina hit the mark. "How do you know?"

“A girl has to know her boy, don't you think so?” she says and you almost **** on your milk chocolate. Megan, Emma and Millie look at each other and nod. Apparently, the result was not surprising to any of them. That could have caught the eye, but Melina managed to circumnavigate the minefield. "Besides, he ordered that last time." Your friends look at each other and burst into laughter. Maureen confirms the story. After the experience, Melina makes no move to walk away from the table and with every minute in which she makes Millie and her peers laugh and Emma and Maureen talk more and more with her, you see less and less reason to send her off anyway. If you would even think that way. Even when Giselle comes to you with a large plate of ice cream, she doesn't get up but laughs with Millie and her friends at one of her jokes.

Melina pushes herself into the group in her inimitable way but does not drive them apart. You admire this ability. You can only deal with the opposite sex like this, Melina does this with the girls so effortlessly that you start to think she might be doing this on purpose. But then you realize that she's doing this on purpose, guaranteed. There's no doubt about the way she talks to your friends and girls. She asks open questions and everyone seems to be responding positively. Rachel and Karen look at you in admiration.

"And you haven't slept with him yet?" asks Karen, stunned, when Melina releases you from her surprisingly strong arms and you have to straighten your hair, which she has disheveled. The pout the waitress puts on is so convincingly shy and innocent but also so dirty that it almost leaves you speechless.

"No, he said, he loves his girls so much that he doesn't have the heart to conquer me." She frowns and makes Millie giggle.

"Yes, he says that a lot," laughs your little sister and makes you age five years in shock. "We always tell him that we love him, but that's why he holds back."

"Millie, I don't think this is the right place for this..." you mumble, looking around nervously.

Karen brushes the argument aside, puts her chin on her hands - her dessert is forgotten - and looks at you and Melina. “Tell me more about Finn. I thought I was the only one he wasn't interested in.” Carrie just sniffs, but otherwise holds back and sips her apple spritzer with ice cubes and a lemon wedge. You respect her for exposing herself to this situation even though she can't stand it. Everything for Emma.

"I didn't say that, Karen," you hear your mouth say before your brain can interrupt. “The interest, the strong interest is there.” Karen gasps and looks at you with big, bright eyes. “But look around. I am only a man."

"That was Hannibal too," says Melina and looks at you. “The series is awesome, by the way. You have to watch it.” She winks around but you just snort in contempt.

“Hannibal also had such small animals, called elephants. This must not be forgotten. And he had an army.” The honor of Rome must not be soiled. After all, you sometimes treat your girls like a centurion would his Gallic slaves. At least only if that's what they want.

"Then use your army, Hannibal Lynchwood" grins Melina and you realize that you have fallen into her trap. Like the Romans at Cannae. As the commanders there, you can't do anything from this point on except watch Melina win. At least she does it with charm, but her lewd jokes are sometimes as brutal as an elephant regiment rush at a Hastati legion.

Nevertheless, this girl manages to make the time fly by and you find yourself in the unusual situation of having all your friends, sisters and fosterlings around you... and nobody needs you. Melina is like a sorceress and puts the girls around you under her spell. You watch a little confused as you can just sit and enjoy your sundae. Giselle takes care of the supplies and Melina takes care of the entertainment. Carrie is - as you would expect - the only one who can withstand Melina. After a particularly intense joke about you and Maureen that everyone laughs at, she apologizes to the bathroom. You sense your chance here to be able to do something for Carrie and your relationship after Emma doesn't even look up when she says goodbye.

"I don't need any company, Finn," says Carrie as you walk next to her. It may sound a bit snappy but not hateful.

"But I wanted to talk to you" you say friendly.

"On the toilet?"

"Outside, when you're done and allow me to steal this time from you." Carrie looks at you doubtfully, but if you'd want to fuck her it would be in the girls' bathroom and not in the parking lot, right?

"Okay, Lynchwood. Give me ten minutes."

"Why do you girls always take so long?"

"In contrast to you guys - you in particular - we pay attention to our appearance." You look down at you with Carrie. You don't see anything bad about your second-best shirt and long jeans. Especially in this heat it is a real sacrifice and Megan even gave you a big kiss for this effort. But Carrie in her costume with a knee-length skirt and leggings, short-sleeved silk shirt and silver bracelet puts you in the shade again, of course.

"Okay, point for you. I am waiting outside. Thank you.” You find a bench on the wall of the restaurant near the door. From here you cannot see the lake or the bench on which you changed your life. With the help of Melina. The bench inside, on which you changed your life and the one of Maureen, too, cannot be seen from here. Melina was also involved here.

"Shit, I'm going to have to return the favor to her somehow," you mutter. Then Carrie comes out. It's been a little over ten minutes but she looks flawless.

"So Lynchwood, go ahead," she says and sits down next to you. It sounds a bit defiant, but you can understand that.

"I wanted to thank you Carrie" you begin.

"I thought so." A hoarse laugh. “You have to work a little harder to wrap me around your finger. I'm more experienced than Emma in that regard."

"But still it hurts to be in love with her and not get the feelings returned." Boom! In the face! Hold on, be nice. Girlfriend. Trust. And all that. Nevertheless, you smile a little when you see Carrie freeze for a moment. She is a hobby politician and you a hobby soldier and historian. You can afford that.

"Took a long time to find out," she says and sneers at you. But as in the party room, you have the advantage over her of being prepared.

"Maybe I'm just not as interested in you as you fear." That puzzles her.

"But that would be new to me." Good counterattack. "So far you've claimed every girl who was interested in you."

"Good point. But you're not interested in me, are you?” Nasty question, but somehow necessary.

"No, I'm not. What shall this question be for? You know I…” She breaks off, can't tell.

“Maybe you should admit it? Have you ever said it out loud?” Carrie looks at you. The gray, dusty, overheated, and dirty parking lot of a downtown restaurant is certainly not the place to first show your attraction to women. Her face asks you a question that you cannot answer for her. Are you serious? She wouldn't believe you either way. “Look, I just want to help you, honestly. You take so good care of Emma, of my girlfriend. I want to give you something for your help with the whole thing.” Now she can't look at you anymore.

"I didn't really help you," she says quietly.

"Well, I think so. Emma is not my sister.” Carrie huffs as you mention the other three girls in your life. “She doesn't have the connection, so she tries a lot more with me. It's... hard to take in sometimes. I just want her to be happy. And over the past few days you have looked after her so well. I want to thank you for that."

"Because you always fuck around." Harsh words, but not pronounced angry. Rather in a tone that... exudes acceptance?

"Anyway. Especially for someone like you it must be difficult to be there for your friend right now and I thank you for that.” You have to giggle a bit but bite your tongue. "And if you then consider that I'm going to conquer and claim down half your circle of friends, snatch all women away from you, that must be tough."

"Hey!" Carrie starts up. “I'm not like you. I don't whore around and fuck anyone. Emma is very special to me and I lo…” She bites her lip and stops. “Damn it, Lynchwood! You're doing it again."

"Sorry" you giggle, but you are secretly proud of yourself. Your plan to win Carrie seems to be working. "For that and that I thought I was taking away potential girlfriends."

"I don't even know if I'm a les... the way I am."

"That must be annoying." Carrie groans and buries her face, embarrassed, in her hands.

"Yes it is. I'll tell you."

"Huh? What's annoying?"

"What?" Carrie doesn't understand and looks at you questioningly. You don't reply and that makes her angry. “Didn't you listen to me? It sucks that I'm a lesbian and…” Her eyes widen. "Oh, you lousy little..." But you're already laughing out loud and patting her on the shoulder.

"So what? Was that so bad now?” You avoid a blow who isn't mean to seriously, take another, and then Carrie laughs too.

"Bastard. Fucking my dream girl and then something like that.” But she seems happy.

"Come on, say it." She takes a deep breath and looks around the parking lot. Nobody is in sight, but you are still there.

"Finn, I have to tell you something."

"Yes what, Miss Wilson?" You play the clueless. She looks at you snappy - eyes and mouth closed but the corners of her mouth pulled up in a smile. She takes another breath.

“You already know, you probably already thought, because you're an asshole. But... I'm a lesbian."

"What? No! Oh…“ You clap your hands on your cheeks in mock bewilderment. “I had no idea! Carrie!” Then you both have to laugh again and when you put your hand on her shoulder, she doesn't flinch. "But honestly, I'm proud of you." Then you switch back to the role of the surprised and ask with mock concern: "But are you sure that you are not just bi?" And Carrie responds to it.

"Yeah maybe." She looks at you and in fact, it's kindness that you see in her. Her cheeks are slightly red and her pupils a little dilated, but this could also be due to the bright light. But she talks to you - a relative stranger - and that's a good development for you as well as Emma. "But I definitely like girls."

"That's not a problem for me," you say and bite your tongue. A small mistake that the intelligent Carrie could now exploit. Now, if she asks you to share Emma with her, you have a problem.

"You know what I could say now?" Shit. "With your background?" You just nod and wait. Emma let her down and if Carrie asked you to put in a good word for her... "But I don't." She nods, apparently pleased with her decision. "For Emma." Then she looks at you and it's almost like she feels guilty. But why can't you say, you don't feel attacked. Maybe Emma has an answer to that. But you do not need to worry about it now, you have achieved a victory that you can use for further missions.

"What are you, Carrie?" You ask with a smile, stand up, and hold out your hand to her.

“I'm not one of your girls Lynchwood. Don't treat me like that.” She refuses to answer, but takes your hand and lets you pull her to her feet. You shrug and want to go in, but Carrie holds you back by your sleeve.

“I like women,” she says and smiles happily.

“And that's a good thing.” Then you go in together and are satisfied for two different reasons.

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