Get something good from something bad.

Chapter 83

The drive to the house turns out to be a challenge for you. You can now drive the route blind if necessary, after all you drove it at a breakneck speed some time ago. Now you obey the traffic rules, are not blind, but so distracted that you have to lean over the steering wheel like an old grandma. Your neck hurts and your body is bullied over and over again.

"Ladies, if you don't behave, I'll stop and let you walk alone" you threaten. But neither the drunk Emma nor the cheerful Megan or the wild Karen listens to you. "Next time I'll go with Millie and her friends" you exclaim when Emma is pretending to pull lice out of your hair or whatever she's trying. Megan even helps her and Karen lets her hands slide over your shoulders. She is the one who is most likely to respond to your panic-threat with clear words.

“They're all into you too. No chance Finn. You wanted this life and now you have it."

You just grumble “That's right” and endure the sweet ****. From the left and behind you get repeatedly quick kisses pressed on the cheek and the cheerful giggles of the girls fill the inside of the car.

"Come on. If he kills us all because he can't concentrate, that won't help you either” Carrie comes to your help and pulls Emma back into her seat.

“But I couldn't dance with him at all,” pouts the glasses-wearing girl and crosses her arms in front of her chest so that you just have to look at her breasts.

"Eyes straight ahead!" shouts Carrie and gets you and your drill sergeant back on the ground.

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You make it home by a miracle and this time the occupants of both cars are so exhausted that most of them drop out of the car and it doesn't look like an action movie. You get out, thank Maureen for her help with driving and watch the girls go into the house in various stages of exhaustion.

"Finn?" asks your big sister from the side. You look at her and see even in the dark that something is on her mind. As if by yourself you turn around to her and look at her. She struggles with something but then manages to animate herself to action again, which makes you proud. "I... I miss you," she says and sounds shy.

"I'm here," you mean. But you two are too grown up to not understand what Maureen is talking about. Therefore, she does not have to contradict you but can start healing her suffering right away.

"Since we were in the mall... and the night before... you know..." A mischievous grin twitches over your mouth at the memories and Maureen looks at you hopefully.

"I miss you too. And also the time we spend together.” You want to say something else, but Denise walks slowly past you with her head bowed while the McKinley sisters whisper excitedly around her. Maureen follows your gaze and exhales.

“I don't have the advantage Megan and Millie have. I only have you here.” It hurts, but you deserve it. You just nod and curse the delay of human cloning and that the day only has twenty-four hours. Then you feel the tender skin of your sister on the back of your hand. She put on an understandable smile that also shows some remorse. "I understand that life must be exhausting for you." She bends down to you and it is a completely different kiss than the one you experienced that evening. Being close to Maureen always has something to do with sadness but also with hope. She is a good kisser and grins contentedly at you when your lips part and only a delicate residue of saliva glistens in the moonlight at the corner of her mouth. "What are you going to do?" she asks you and nods towards Denise. Apparently she's smart enough to see through her little brother. You have to grin.

“You will have to take care of the house tonight. And the girls."

“Me?” Maureen asks, surprised and laughs out loud. "Just don't tell Dad." Shaking her head, she pats you on the shoulder and goes into the house. She talks to Megan, who turns on her heels and comes to you.

"I should stay here," you say hesitantly when your long hug is over. As always, you picked Megan up and turned her around in circles, her dress playing quiet noises in the nightly air.

"You're doing exactly that what I love you for," says your girlfriend and sister between the kisses she plants on your face. Then you've earned a big hug and Megan disappears into the house, calling out: “TV evening! I choose! Scary films and ice cream!” Next, you stand alone in front of the house. Everyone else is already inside and you can feel how quiet everything is getting. You take a deep breath and think carefully about your next steps. Actually, there is no turning back unless you want Melina to call you a coward forever. What does 'forever' mean here? Then you take your cell phone out of your pocket and call the red-haired waitress.

“Is everything ready?” she asks straightforwardly.

"Yes. Give me the address."

---

You step into the living room and search it. Everything is prepared for a night full of horror and Maureen watches over the events as you wish. She winks at you when the McKinleys join the group.

“Where's Emma?” you ask, a little worried. You also leave her alone tonight.

“Upstairs” comes the answer with the tone that you don't have to worry." Carrie said she would put her to bed." You thank the lady of the house and hurry upstairs.

Before you step into the older girls' room, you knock on the younger ones. As to be expected, Denise is sitting alone cross-legged on the mattress on the floor and reading a book. When you open the door she looks up at you and smiles.

"Are you skipping the evening?" you ask with a grin and stop in the doorway. In fact, you're actually leaning into the room.

"That's way too creepy for me," says the girl, who otherwise consumes the most brutal animes a bit meekly. Then she recognizes something. "But if you want me to be there, I'll come down." She is quick to offer herself to you and this time you even have to smile a bit. That makes your plan easier for you.

“That won't be necessary. But I have another job for you.” Denise looks at you curiously and drops the book.

"Everything," she says immediately and jumps to her feet.

"OK then. That makes me proud.” You look at the girl for a long time. Maybe a little too long, because Denise looks more and more nervous under your appraising glances. Shaking your head you tear yourself away from the sight of the good girl and step into the room. Without being asked, you open her travel bag and the Van Buren makes no move to stop you in any way. She just watches you, waits and her feet in the gray socks play with each other. You find what you are looking for and rise again. “Pack things for one night. Toothbrush and all that. Change of clothes for a day.” Her eyes widen as you push her cat-ear hairband into her hand. "And this."

"What do we do?" she asks meekly, but you just shake your head.

"Do you trust me?" You try to sound as neutral as possible and of course, Denise nods immediately.

"Then do what I tell you and wait downstairs." It just sounds a bit strict, but this time Denise just looks at you dreamily... in love. Only a gentle kiss on the forehead free her and she topples out of the room. You watch her stumble across the hallway into the bathroom and have to support herself on the door frame. All of your instincts want to protect her, this evening from you too. But you have to keep reminding yourself that you are hosting this evening for Denise. It will work. It has to work. Shit, I'm going to hell. At least Melina will keep me company.

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"Come on in" calls Carrie and you open the door to the other room. The blonde girl kneels next to the bed, on which a mountain of blankets is piled. Apparently Emma is underneath, but you can only see a hand protruding from underneath, encircling her Friend's.

"Is that Finn?" asks Emma, but her smearing words can hardly be understood under the covers. You feel your love for this cute person coming over you, while Carrie just smiles and rolls her eyes.

“Who else would that be?” she asks ironically and gets the covers thrown in her face as Emma struggles to get out from under it. You have to keep from laughing loudly at your girlfriend's devastated face.

"Finn!" she exclaims and holds out her arms to you. You smile at Carrie and sit on the edge of the bed. Emma stands up in a moment and nestles against you. "I missed you" she mumbles and hugs you. She's hot and sweaty and you are sure her head will burst tomorrow morning. Damn it! And I am not there for her. You panic at the thought, but Carrie comes to your aid.

“I'll get the drunkard some hot milk with honey for now,” she grins and leaves the dark room.

"Can you do it by yourself until tomorrow?" you ask gently. Emma lets go of you and looks puzzled.

"Why?" You have to blink a few times and it hurts you very much to realize that you have to disappoint Emma twice.

“I have to take care of Denise tonight. I promised her” you say sadly. Not because of Denise, but because you would love to lie next to Emma while she cures her hangover. Only now does the girl seem to remember what you told her.

"Oh yes, I know," she says, but you can see that she is looking for the answer in her mind.

"Do not worry. Carrie is here," you say, trying not to sound too ****. It's bad enough not to be there for Emma, but helping Denise is the most important thing on your agenda right now and having a plan is something you didn't expect. Everything just fits together and the fact that Melina wants to help you is again an opportunity that you must not miss. You also leave Carrie alone with Emma, which will certainly not be easy for the politician. At that moment a white mug with steaming content comes through the door followed by a knowing grin and the rest of Carrie. She too sits down next to Emma without being asked and holds the cup to her lips. Still, the dark-haired girl's eyes are only on you as she sips the liquid and Carrie notices that.

“Have you already told her what you're up to?” she asks. She doesn't know the exact plan, but that Melina will help you and that it includes Denise. You nod "Come on," says Carrie then, taking her eyes off you and getting Emma to lie down again. “Tomorrow is going to be a bad day for you poor little thing. I shouldn't have given you that stuff,” she says ruefully and full of pity in her voice. "Now we're going to lay you down first and tomorrow I'll make it clear to you that that wouldn't have happened to a lesbian." Laughing, you say goodbye to Carrie and give Emma a long peck on the sweaty forehead.

"Thank you, Carrie" is the last thing you say and you get a look you can't read in response. But you have other things in mind now.

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The well-known intro of the great white shark comes towards you from below. But nobody pays attention to the naked woman, who is about to strive for a completely exaggerated and unrealistic ****. Everyone is just staring at Denise, who is standing on the wall of the room - a gym bag at her feet - and nervously playing with her fingers. She has put on long sports trousers and a gray sweatshirt. The hood hangs low on her face and so she tries to avoid the looks of her friends.

"If you're already seeing such crap, then at least take a look," you grumble and are actually afraid. Not about the girls, but about the image of one of the worst-hunted animals in history. You frown but Maureen just laughs. “After that I **** the little ones to watch Sharkwather. I know my little brother's set of house rules.” You nod to her and are glad that at least one person here understands your point of view. Karen, who empties the bowl of popcorn faster than the Chinese fishery industry the oceans, laughs with her mouth full, but bites her tongue and runs cursing into the kitchen.

“When are you coming back?” asks Millie, leaning towards you over the sofa. She also gets a kiss on the forehead and you can't help running your hand over her cheek.

"Probably late night or even tomorrow morning or noon." That's all you say and Millie nods. She's the first to turn to the crap on TV, and Susan and Claire follow her after a stern look on your part. Then you said goodbye to all of your friends and turn to Denise. She is the one who knows least of all what is going on. At this late hour and after today, she looks like a kitten that is afraid of being abandoned on the street. You go to the door without a word and nod her to follow you. Without a word she obeys you and a little later you get into the car.

When the light goes out in the interior you look at each other. Denise took a long time to buckle up, but is now safely stowed next to you and looks small and **** on the large seat. Her gym bag is on her lap and she is clutching it like a lifebuoy on the open sea. This is how she looks to you. Alone and fearful in the night, the sharks below her and the sky above her dark with stormy clouds. But you are there.

When your hand touches her thigh, she winces slightly but then smiles at you. Yet you can see her nervousness. Your smile is encouraging and friendly, but it can only partly drive away the darkness. Because you too reproach yourself for what is about to happen. But it has to be.

---

Neither of you said a word about the drive back to town. You play a few of your favorite songs on the player in the car via your mobile phone and Bluetooth. But you turn the volume down to be able to think undisturbed. Denise doesn't say a word either and you are silent until you have arrived at the address that Melina gave you. In front of you is a square-shaped house with two floors. The white facade appears yellowish in the light of the lanterns and somewhere a lonely cricket chirps in the dry bushes that longs for its fellows, who live by the hundreds around your house. A bright light burns in one of the windows and shines out onto the street through drawn white curtains.

"Where are we?" asks Denise and speaks her words out into the darkness for the first time.

"The place of Melina," you say and look over from the steering wheel to your passenger. Denise doesn't understand at first, looks at you blankly, but then realizes what you're up to.

"Are you coming..." She swallows hard and you can see the fear on her face. "Are you coming with me?"

"Of course I'll come with you," you grin. "I said I won't leave you alone and I'll keep what I promise."

"Thank you." Denise is very shy, you can tell immediately. Her eyes flit around, sometimes attaching themselves to you, sometimes they wander through the darkness outside. Her hands are clenched tightly and are holding her gym bag tight.

"Come on" you order and swing yourself out of the car. Denise remains seated for a short time and you have already half circled the car when she shakes herself and has the courage to open the door. Reluctantly, she steps out into the street in her black chucks and looks around while you get your backpack out of the trunk in which you are transporting your equipment. You swing the backpack over your shoulder and stand in front of Denise, who is still not moving. You can't blame her and it pains you to see her like that. But if your plan should work - that is, the plan of Melina and you - then it is necessary. Still, you can't bring yourself to see the girl standing there alone so you hold out your hand. Five delicate fingers immediately close around yours. "You don't need to be afraid," you say to her and try to calm her down. “I'll ask you again: Do you trust me?” This time Denise Van Buren - physically and mentally abused - needs a little longer. Luckily. Because this is the only way you can be sure that she really thinks about the question. The answer doesn't surprise you either.

"Yes." A whispered consent carries you both to the door. Denise doesn't let go of your hand, neither when you ring the bell, nor when the chirping voice of Melina penetrates the loudspeaker and leads you upstairs. Not even when she opens the door hugs first you, then Denise and leads you inside with complete joy and ease. Melina looks at Denise and winks at you as you sit down on the sofa in the living room. It's a small apartment that Melina apparently shares with Giselle. At first you don't see the French girl, but Melina makes no secret of living with another woman. Premier she's making irrelevant small talk with you and Denise can look around the apartment. You and the waitress watch her out of the corner of your eyes as hers glide across the room. They wander over the television on the cheap side table, the small balcony outside, the kitchen niche in one corner and the unmade bed in the other. Two pairs of blankets and pillows are lying on them in messy patterns and in front of the bed are socks and pants and... panties, thongs and sports shorts. Denise looks away quickly and you grin and nod to Melina, who, with a wink, hands you a glass of cola while she treats herself with a glass of champagne with strawberry. You continue to watch the young girl stiffen when she notices the clothes horse, whereupon between white blouses, black aprons and neutral underwear are again conspicuously tight and charming pieces.

"Are you okay?" asks Melina, giggling. Denise slides closer to you and you would like to be able to use your right hand to hold the cola glass. But you also like holding Denise a lot. Melina gets a short nod for her question. "You didn't tell her why she is here today" she notes and looks at Denise over the edge of her glass. The girl looks at you searchingly and gets an encouraging smile that helps her a little. "Why?"

“I didn't mean to burden her. Wanted to protect her.” You shrug your shoulders. "I get along well with you, don't get me wrong."

“I don't, don't worry,” the red-haired beauty grins at you and winks at Denise. "I know that I can be really bold." Then she changes her tune and says sweetly: "I just want to help." She flutters her eyelashes and you have to wipe a grin off your face. “Don't worry little one. Finn does it just for you.” Denise doesn't understand, of course, how should she? Even you are not entirely sure. You discussed the plan with Melina on the phone less than an hour ago and of course she has taken the right to help Denise in her own way.

"Where's Giselle?" you ask to soften the topic a bit and not to overwhelm Denise. The girl is sitting next to you and is as small as a mouse.

"She's getting ready for the evening," Melina says carefree. As if by a sign - which is certainly the case, considering the way of Melina - Giselle comes out of the bathroom. Not only are you surprised to see the slim girl in a long, simple shirt with tight-fitting polyester panties and nothing else. "Finally," moans Melina and stands up while Denise grabs your hand tighter and watches the two girls. "Are you finished?" Melina wants to know.

"Oui Madame," says Giselle softly and bows her head.

"Then entertain our guests until I'm back." With these words, Melina disappears into the bathroom to freshen up. You clench your teeth because you had let the opportunity to shower slip by for you and Denise. Giselle, however, doesn't look at you and goes straight to the kitchen. It doesn't take long and she quickly comes back with a plate of diced cheese, pickles, rolled ham, and olives. She puts a portion for you and Denise on the table in front of the sofa you are sitting on and you grab it. Denise doesn't touch her food and only when you point to it and say 'eat' does she take it. At the sight of Denise hesitantly putting a slice of ham in her mouth, Giselle winces slightly. Denise doesn't notice, but you do. You look at the girl but only get an embarrassed smile back.

The food is good and after a few minutes, you put your plate back on the table almost empty, with Denise following you immediately. It wasn't easy to eat with the other hand, but Denise just wouldn't let go of you. Giselle clears away the dishes and then sits down on an armchair that is at right angles to the table. Then... nothing more happens.

You don't like the silence, but you can't think of a topic to talk to Giselle and Denise about. Of course, Denise does not make any effort either and so it remains that the clock on the wall is ticking quietly and neither of you says anything. In the background you can hear the water running in the shower and you realize that your two hosts certainly didn't have time to prepare for your visit today.

"So... Giselle..." you start the conversation in the most stupid way. "So you're from France?" Shit, you are insane.

“Oui mon Seigneur,” says the girl and even smiles a little. Maybe you are not entirely incompetent after all. But afterward, nothing comes from her and so you just keep asking.

"How do you like living here in the States." Of course you get to hear the most clichéd gossip. She likes it well. Everything is so different, much bigger than at home. Louder, faster, more powerful, higher. It turns out that Giselle comes from Normandy, whereupon you almost fall off your chair, as a history nerd you've found a connection to her. But there is not enough time because Giselle looks at the bathroom and you too hear that the water is turned off. Giselle winces again when Melina starts singing crookedly and loudly in the bathroom. You already noticed the behavior in the ice cream parlor and you take a closer look at the French girl. Giselle seems to be under tension, her legs are tense and her hands sometimes cramp easily. But you can also see that with Denise and today you are not quite as relaxed as you are. Next you ask about the relationship between the two of them.

“I like Melina a lot. She is there for me, helps me and... takes care of me." You jerk your head back a little but before you can say anything about the girl's behavior, A quiet voice sounds next to you.

"Yes, I know that." Her hand relaxes in yours somewhat. "Finn also takes care of me and helps me." She looks at you and gives you a small smile that means a lot to you this evening.

"Well, I don't take care of her that much." You push her around in her seat and even make her giggle a bit, which also puts a smile on the other girl's mouth. "Sometimes she is a real devil, but inside she is really great."

"Thank you" mumbles Denise and grins shyly.

“One can see that you like each other very much,” says Giselle and approaches you for the first time that evening. "I can feel the trust between you immediately." She gives Denise a quick smile which is even returned. And you break everything

"Is it the same with you and Melina?" Giselle just nods and looks back at the bathroom, bending her legs slightly. She says nothing more and you are surprised that you seem to have made a mistake. Then the door opens and Melina comes into the room in all her glory. She just threw herself in a towel and her red hair is oozing in wet strands from under the white sheet that she has wrapped around her head. Denise stops immediately and after her wide eyes have fixed on Melina, she lowers her head and looks down on her lap. Giselle also looks down and so it's only you who stares at Melina in amazement. She just shrugs her shoulders and goes - swinging her hips and fixing your eyes on her bum - to the clothes horse. It shouldn't surprise you that you are turned on to see her hair cover her back as she pulls the scarf off her head. And you shouldn't be surprised that she'll come back to you with one less piece of clothing, even though there are so many options for her to dress. Maybe she doesn't want to change before us and is too polite to go back to the bathroom? Yeah, sure Finn. That's exactly what it will be...

"So? Did you have fun?” Melina asks and stands next to the armchair. You are the only one looking at her. "Sorry that I and Giselle had to make things nice for you first" she grins and puts her hand on her friend's shoulder. “But my girl and I would rather meet you like that than tattered and smelly. Right honey?” Her voice is sweet as honey and nothing would indicate that she is up to anything if it weren't for her eyes. You are the only one who sees it, the sparkle with which she looks at you, Giselle and Denise, but the dynamics in the room can be clearly felt. You too feel a little discomfort in your stomach, even though you are the one with the plan. But there is something about Melina. Still, you mustn't let the initiative be taken out of your hand. While you brace yourself mentally, Giselle gets up quickly and makes way for Melina, who just falls into the armchair with only her towel on. Then she raises her arms, which are almost the same color as the fabric, and shakes out her wet hair. They fall over her shoulders on the backrest and look like liquid fire on the clean surface. Almost as pure as their skin. Then she taps on the armrest and Giselle sits down next to her. Melina crosses her legs, puts one arm on her friend's lap and the other on the other one's arm. "You haven't answered my question?" she says and looks around the room as if she doesn't know what's going on here.

“Giselle said she comes from Normandy. This is of course interesting news for me,” you mean casually. Melina shakes her head slightly, which you do not understand.

"So she didn't take care of you?" Her voice gets a little rougher and darker. There is no question either and Giselle suddenly looks completely different at Melina. She winces again, this time stronger when Melina pinches her bum. Due to the thin fabric, the pressure of the fingers can certainly be felt.

"I would still have..." begins Giselle, but is stopped by Milina with a gesture from speaking. She has the girl much better under control than you have your girls because all she needs to do is point a finger and Giselle presses her lips together. But instead of worrying about the French girl, Melina looks over at Denise. You sit between the two and protect Denise from the looks your host throws at her.

"I think it's time," says Melina and licks her lips with her tongue. You can't undo the events and you don't really want to. Something has to be done for Denise to recover from her trauma, at least enough for you to help her. Just being close is not enough, even if you would wish it to. And even if Denise is certainly scared right now, you can think of no other way to get through to her than with the necessary ****. She has been broken like a thin bone in a lion's jaws. You have to smile when you see the frightened girl being next to you. Yes, male lions sometimes eat a mother's cubs so they can have offspring themselves. Whatever the motivations of Nathaniel may be, he threw the little kitten, which is his sister, to the lions to eat. Now she has sought protection by wolves and found it in your pack. The bone - Denise - has healed again, but has not grown together well. You have to break him - Denise - so that he can properly heal again. You will stand by her side but you are still afraid that she will never forgive you for that. There is no turning back.

You nod to Melina and she turns back to Giselle. You don't know exactly what she is up to. She mixes her own juice into the mixture that you will now feed Denise. Fortunately, the red-haired waitress will help you.

"Giselle honey, apologize to our guests for your behavior", says Melina and makes sure that you stay true to your line.

“Oui Madame” says the pale girl and gets up. You notice that her legs are shaking slightly, but she stands at attention in front of the small table and she looks at you.

"Finn, are you that good?" asks Melina and you look at her. She looks at the table and now you understand. Slowly you lift your foot, put it on the edge of the table, and push it backwards until it is far enough away from you and Denise. The girl by your side feels that something is in the air and clings to you.

"Monsieur Finn," starts Giselle without looking at you. She has her hands clasped in front of her lap and you can tell that it is a sign of submission that she is sending you. You're not ashamed to admit the behavior that would shock you in almost all of your girls... turns you on here. "I would like to apologize to you for my behavior that..."

“My naughty behavior” intervenes Melina.

"Sorry for my naughty behavior." You look at Melina, who wears a slight smile on her face. Your eyes meet and you are a little surprised, but you can communicate almost as well without words as you and your sisters can. She knows that there is no such thing as bad behavior and that you would love to continue talking to Giselle about Normandy, the landscape, the history and the people there. But that's not why you're here. There is something far more important than history to be done here and now. So you just nod slightly to the submissive girl in front of you. Giselle comes around the table on quiet feet and Denise clings even tighter to you.

"Finn, what's going on here?" she wants to know and her fear can almost be felt. Giselle steps in front of you, curtsies, and gets down on her petite knees. You spread your legs and the eyes of Denise become as big as dishes as they attach themselves to the hands of the girl who is still strange to her. When Giselle puts her hands on the bulge in your pants and skilfully strokes it with her fragile-looking fingers and it becomes even more visible, Denise gasps for air. You know you only have a few seconds before lust overwhelms you. The dancing with your friends, the constant kissing and the knowledge of the feelings for the people you love and who love you, leave you little time until you take what you want. You focus your last clear thoughts and actions on Denise. You notice that Giselle worked your cock through your pants so skillfully that you may have underestimated your time. No. You can't do that!

"Denise, look at me," you say and your voice sounds muffled but still clear. It takes some time, but the girl manages to tear herself away from the sight of the girl, strange to you both, that rubs your lap. You can see disbelief, fear, nervousness and a touch of lust in Denise Van Buren's eyes.

"Finn?" she asks again in a broken voice but her eyes do not leave your face. Again you don't answer her but lean over to her. At first, she shrugs back a little from you, but then comes back and comes towards you. Her trembling hand is on your cheek as you cover her lips with yours. It still tastes a bit like sweat but you don't mind and when you kiss, all of that is forgotten.

“You said you trust me,” you say after a while, during which Giselle has not stopped doing what she does. The face of Denise is very close to you and you look into each other's eyes for a long time, then she nods so slightly that only you can see it.

"Yes" her mouth moves, but you can only guess the word. But then she smiles for a brief moment and that's enough to convince you.