Back home again (from a certain point of view)

Chapter 87

When you turn into the parking lot with your valuable cargo, you are a little hoarse. It got stormier than you expected and Denise is also breathing heavily after a particularly word-intensive song. You kiss your girlfriend one last time when the door to the house is already opening in the background.

"Take care of Emma," says Denise, grinning cheekily. Then she gets out without waiting for an answer from you. You follow their example but are thrown off your feet when you stand next to the car. Susan and Claire are lying on top of you laughing wildly.

"Damn girls!" You bellow and try to get by under the two bodies. The two don't listen but start tickling you. They don't know your body that well, and apparently Millie hasn't told them about the soles of your feet and armpits. You can fend off the tickling attempts on the stomach. With a loud grunt, you lift the two screaming girls in the air and let them fall into the dust next to you. "I could have broken something" you shout angrily, but you also have to grin.

"Damn it!" comes from the door to the house and Maureen rushes outside too. She comes running towards you and when you see her you have to snort with laughter. She has tied a cooking apron around her waist on which there are sauce stains in an astronomical amount. She looks to die for and when you can no longer hold on to yourself, the McKinleys join in again.

"What happened to you?" you laugh, holding your stomach. It's not just the stains. Maureen looks... like a housewife. She has tied her hair in a bun, from which several strands of hair are already falling and there is sweat on her forehead. She looks at you reproachfully but holds out her hand to you. You take it and your big sister put you on your feet again.

"We're cooking," says Maureen and looks to the side.

"I see. But do you mean by cooking to recreate the battle of Waterloo? I hope it's tomato sauce and not blood.” Maureen also enjoys giving you one in a playful way. She opts for a pretend slap and you spin around pretended.

"Just shut up," she grins at you. “I really give myself a shitty effort to keep this plague under control." She points to the McKinleys who are still giggling on the floor. They are wearing their dungarees and old shirts from...

"Shit these are my shirts!" you recognize. "What the..."

"We didn't want to make ours dirty," says Claire and looks a little guilty.

“Yes, but you are girls!” you gasp and wave with your arms at them. “You should have enough things with you. And that's..." you groan. "At least not my favorite shirts." Susan pokes you in the side.

"We wanted to avoid a lecture from you when we mess things up," she says and looks at you with a mixture of desire, uncertainty but also a good dose of humor. For you the best mix a girl can display. "Or would you have wanted that? Punish us.” Claire doesn't find it so funny, but bravely stands next to her sister.

“We thought it was a good idea,” says the younger McKinley, chewing her lower lip. “But if you think we're naughty then we're sorry. And we... we'll make it up to you.” She looks at you and Susan also seeks eye contact. What was it why you say you need a break again? You pat the heads of the two and you can feel grains of sand in their haircuts.

“Off to the kitchen. You can work off your guilt there ” The two beam at you enthusiastically and laughingly lead your eyes back into the house. Denise stands a little to one side and you nod in a friendly manner to her that you are okay with moving freely. "Bring your things to my room," you say and Denise understands. Then you and Maureen stand alone in front of the house.

"Sorry," she says and knocks sand out of your shirt. "How do you manage to keep this tidal wave of destruction under control?" It's a strange moment of affection with Maureen. She takes care of you and gives you a feeling that you otherwise only give to other people. You wiggle a little under her strong touch and wonder if she is enjoying the time here. In any case, she has a barely noticeable smile on her face as she talks and makes sure that her little brother is clean and presentable to his girls.

"Most of them want to sleep with me," you say with a shrug and Maureen looks up from your shirt. Then you catch another playful slap in the face.

"Pervert" she grins. Then she looks at your upper body. “So, everything is clean. Would you have thought that I would be a housewife one day? So in the real with the clean up, the cooking and taking care of the little ones?"

“You'd be a great mother,” you say and you almost **** on the words. "Wait…"

"Do you think so?" She looks at you and recognizes the traffic accident on your face. Then she laughs. “Don't you worry little brother. It was fun. It wasn't too long either.” Then she nods towards the house. "And Millie is already waiting impatiently for you."

"Why didn't she come out?"

“Because of the others, Claire and Susan. She didn't want to overwhelm you.” Your eyes widen a little.

“Is she okay?” It makes sense that it's not just Emma who misses you.

"Convince yourself" grins Maureen and whistles brightly. "Millie darling, your boyfriend is back" she trills exuberantly. The door to the house flies open and Millie Lynchwood storms out. Apparently she was waiting impatiently for you behind the door. "I'll be fine," says Maureen and gives you a kiss on the cheek. You look at her quickly but very gratefully, recognize support in the person next to you and can concentrate on the quick steps that come your way.

“Heyhey!” you shout and spread your arms. Millie literally flies towards you and lands in your wide-open arms.

“BB!” she screeches. "I have missed you so much."

"Oh, I missed you too, princess." You turn her several times in a circle and then set her down. A kiss on the forehead follows and you can see that both of you prefer this type of kissing. The kiss would have been different with Megan. You two have danced around each other for far too long to hold back your lust for each other now. Right here at the lake, you can enjoy your time and the openness with your relationship. For you and Millie, a comparatively chaste kiss and brotherly behavior are enough. It is important for you to show each other that the roles that you have grown so fond of have not changed. Millie loves to be your little sister and sex, kissing, and cuddling are perfect bonuses to an already perfect relationship. That you help her with this only goes beyond your imagination.

A loud bang from the kitchen drives around Maureen, who has looked at you two with a sisterly smile so far.

"Oh fuck. Those beasts used the blender again without closing the hatch ” She sprints off and Millie laughs in your arms.

"Oh man, the poor one" you pity the back of Maureen, who is just disappearing into the house. "Are Susan and Claire behaving?" Mille hugs you more tightly and rubs her cheek over your shirt.

“I don't think she wants that at all. The two behave like a natural disaster. The others stayed away from the kitchen."

“She doesn't want that?” you ask puzzled. Millie looks at you.

“I've never seen Maureen so happy,” she says. Then she can't take it anymore and hugs you again. You put your arms around her and are rubbing her small back. Satisfied, you look in the direction of the house. Perhaps Maureen found the peace she was looking for. In the hell of two excited and horny teenagers. “Shall we go in?” asks your little sister and looks at you again without removing her head from your body.

"If you like." You're glad Millie supports you here too. You look up to the first floor of the house.

“Emma and Megan miss you too. Megan stops Rachel from strangling Susan and Claire. Karen is on their side and Carrie takes care of Emma."

"Is Emma okay?" Millie frowns slightly.

“She's still not awake. Drank too much yesterday.” She grins. “That doesn't happen to me. I know you don't like that.” You run your hand through her hair and tell her how Emma feels.

“Emma misses me. She has no sisters to take care of her.” You sound guilty and Millie realizes that.

"She will definitely be happy to see you," she tries to cheer you up. I'm not sure about this.

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The greeting from Megan the tornado is as you are used to. She hits you from behind, you swing her around, you hug and kiss long, deeply and with tongue. Okay, that is relatively new. Only the presence of Rachel and Karen keep you from doing it on the living room table, so touching their boobs and bum should be enough for you.

"I missed you," Megan whispers and presses her tongue back into your mouth.

"Me too" you breathe in hers.

"God, find a room you two," grunts Karen, sounding a little annoyed. Surely the McKinleys didn't just rage in the kitchen. You look apologetically at the friend of Megan. “It's not like you're coming back from the war.” But then grinning again: "How was it?"

"I told you what to do to find out," you grin back. It's just an excuse not to have to say that you now own a human being. And Emma needs your attention too.

With this argument, you also apologize, but not without first thinking again about the surprisingly well-covered breasts of Karen, which you were only able to admire for so briefly. But you don't have time for that now. No messing around when your girls need you. Millie and Denise join the kitchen and are sure to keep Maureen ****. You, however, wander upstairs and knock on the door of the older girl's room. Carrie calls you in and you stick your head through the crack in the door. Emma seems to be sleeping and Carrie is wearing casual clothes too. She greets you with a sleepy face and waves you into the room.

"Good morning" you whisper.

"Morning" comes the answer. Then your eyes fall on the bed. Apparently Carrie slept by Emma. It had to be like that because there is not enough space in the room for everyone. You trust Carrie. She is strong and sensible, and after you've talked, there is certainly no danger of her becoming weak. She is not someone to take advantage of her drunk friend. "Yesterday was a good chance for me" she winks and confirms your thoughts. “You should do it more often. Then she'll be my girlfriend faster than you think.” Carrie winks at you and you roll your eyes.

"Thank you for taking care of her and not taking her away from me." You whisper so as not to wake Emma. Today won't be pleasant for her anyway.

"I could have if I wanted," says Carrie playfully snappy. Maybe not played either. Then she looks lovingly at her friend. “But I didn't want to. Not when she's so drunk. The poor thing.” Then she looks at you and becomes a little stricter. “You're staying with her now, aren't you? I have to go to the toilet and I'm hungry too.” You just nod and sit on the edge of the bed. You are also still tired, you still have a sleep deficit from too much great sex.

“I'm staying with her. You deserve a break. When where you went to bed?"

"Very early. Why?” You show her your cell phone and the messages. "Shit." She groans. “But that's normal. I hope you explain to her why you weren't with her when she needed you.” Carrie turns to leave but you hold her arm. It's not a firm squeeze, but Carrie is still looking down at your hand. You let go of her quickly.

“It was important that I did that yesterday. Denise is much better now.” Carrie nods slowly.

"I understand. I just hope you don't lose track of all the tits and pussies.” You don't answer her immediately but present your next point. Like in a presidential debate.

“I couldn't have done this without your help. Not only did you help me, but Denise and Emma too. Thanks a lot.” Another nod.

"Now let me have something to eat. Lie down and stay with her until she wakes up.” Then she leaves the room. You lie down next to Emma and snuggle up to her under the covers, taking off all clothes except for your shirt and boxer shorts and closing your eyes. You don't sleep, but doze off and wait for your girlfriend's movements to show you that she is awake.

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That happens a few hours later. The noises of lunch come up to you from below. Maureen raises her voice every now and then, but the laughter doesn't stop. Emma stirs and a groan and a low curse show you that she is awake. Only now does she notice that she is not alone in bed. She turns her head to you. First there is the joy to see you. Then the realization of the pain in her head and after that comes the knowledge of what she was doing.

"Oh Fffffffuckh" she moans and holds her forehead. "Finn, I'm sooo sooo sorry. That was... stupid and crazy."

"I was worried," you say truthfully and ignore her compassionate behavior. Better to make her feel good right away. "Is everything alright?"

“Yeah” she grunts long drawn out. Annoyed, she looks at the ceiling. “I just can't handle anything. It was all stupid and idiotic. Forgive me."

"Hey. Nothing to apologize for, honey.” You kiss her on the mouth, but her throat stinks very badly. At least it makes you giggle, which Emma doesn't really enjoy. “Come to yourself first. Wait a moment.“ You swing out of bed and quickly go to the bathroom. You come back with a headache pill in a glass of water. Emma drinks the mix thankfully and looks at you guiltily. "It's not a crisis," you reassure her after she wants to apologize to you again. "But I have to say that I drove to you pretty quickly."

“How did it go?” Emma asks and remembers the reason for your absence. You're telling her the story pretty much in detail.

"Well, and now we have a little kitten as a pet," you say and shrug your shoulders. “It's for her best. I know that.” But this morning Emma is not so happy with herself.

"Listen to that with the messages yesterday..." she begins. "That was…"

"Really stupid?" You grin at her. "You already said that." You kiss her again, this time on the forehead. "If you like we can talk about it."

“No, no” is the quick answer. “You don't have to.” But you know what it's about.

"Emma, I... I have a strange life."

“Don't say that,” she replies. “You have a good life. If you see it as strange, it only devalues the things you have done for me and the others."

"Your head almost bursts and still such great things come out of your mouth."

"It's not difficult with you." A tired and pained smile.

"You are right. I love my life. But…"

“I know what you want to say Finn. But it was me who didn't act properly. ”Apparently Emma is slowly clearing her head. Still, it doesn't feel good to let her bear all the blame.

“We should really only care about ourselves. Instead, I'm leaving with Denise. And my sisters.” You quickly raise your hands when Emma starts a counterargument. “I couldn't do this without you. The others are also grateful to you. And they also understand that they have to make sacrifices. I don't think that's all good, believe me. But you said it to me: This is the best way for all of you. And I like that." With Denise, you've already had some practice smoothing things over for Emma. It just bothers you that you have to use this strategy in the first place. How is that supposed to be when we all have school again?

“I just miss you,” Emma says very quietly and looks tired. "That's not how I imagined the first few days of our relationship to be." Now it is she who raises her hands and takes the guilt off you. At least you support each other in this, even if it shouldn't be. "I never thought that I could cause such trouble."

“You don't do that Emma. I am always happy to see you. Even if you stink like rotten eggs out of your mouth.” She throws a pillow at you and already has a happier smile on her face. But she misses you and the pillow lands on the floor.

“It took me so long to open up to you and you also helped me. I don't want to appear ungrateful." She pouts, but in a good way. "After all, I've already had a date with you. Your sisters can't say that about themselves.” You don't dare move a muscle. Not a word escapes your lips, are you afraid of saying the wrong thing now. You just look at Emma intently. When she notices your looks, she grins cheekily. "I just want to have sex with you again." She looks at you lustfully, undresses you with her eyes. This is the Emma you know and like. Not sad but a bit dirty and yet shy. Unfortunately, she put a bar in front of your endeavor last night. "Oh damn it." She touches her forehead. "But not now. My head is almost bursting.” She empties the glass and you put it on the bedside table. Then you move closer to your girlfriend.

“I want to have sex with you too. Damn you look so amazing.” You look down at yourself. “I look like a peasant compared to you. I still don't understand how I was so lucky.” You take her hands. “I know I can say that now without getting into trouble with you. You know how I mean that."

"What?"

"First of all, that you are so perfect and that you support me with your mind." You kiss her on the cheek. “I love Mille. I love Megan. I also love Maureen. And I love Denise.” Emma giggles.

“That with the kitten was an interesting idea. Nice that she likes it.” You nod and look at Emma without saying a word. She says nothing and meets your eyes.

“But I love you too, Emma Jackson. There is something about you all that I will not let go of you. Millie, Maureen and Megan are my sisters. I've spent most of my life with them and I regret every day that I wasn't with them. Denise is so cute and sweet, has seen so much crap and is still so strong. I want to show her how strong she is. And that she trusts me is incredibly pleasant for me.” You grin at your bespectacled girlfriend. "But I have no idea about you."

"What?" Emma looks puzzled, then you both laugh.

"No, honestly. What have I done to deserve you?"

"Oh stop it" waves the girl and looks to the side. Then she grunts so sweetly again.

“Do you see?” you exclaim. “My heart almost bursts every time you do every little thing. Honestly. I don't know how to survive this. Not even talking about how I can justify your love to me."

“You always say exactly the right thing,” grunts Emma and fiddles with you.

"If only that were true, your life would be a lot easier." That brings you both back down to earth. The problem is still not resolved, but her mood has improved.

“Finn, we have our whole lives together. I want to grow old with you. I want to see how Millie gets along in life, how Megan adores you, and how Maureen opens up to you. From today I want to see Denise slit her brother's throat."

"Wow, hey. Better leave that to me“ you laugh. Who knows...? “And I want to experience how you live and enjoy your life by my side.” You look at each other and the problems don't seem so big anymore.

"I... I don't really know what was wrong with me. I guess I just missed you. I will work to make your life less difficult."

"But I want to know everything that is bothering you, okay?" Emma nods immediately and holds her forehead again. “We live a special life and I can only do that when I know that everyone is happy. I'm so broken, okay?” Another nod, carefully and slowly.

"Carrie said something like that," she says quietly and her mood changes. You can almost see the storm clouds gathering over her head.

"What is it?" you want to know. She gives you a distorted smile and her feet rustle restlessly under the covers.

"I'm just so sorry for Carrie," she mumbles. She looks at you quickly. "I know you're always on my side and it shouldn't matter right now... but..." You frown. Emma is actually right. Carrie shouldn't care now. You passed a difficult situation and you owe it only to you. Right? No. Carrie has something to do with it too. While you were with Denise and healing one person, you risked harming the other. It had to come like this at some point and somehow you're also glad that it hit Emma. She is intelligent enough to deal with the difficulties of having a relationship with you. But it shouldn't come to that at all. Yes, Carrie is in love with Emma. Therefore, as a friend and partner of Emma, you should be careful with whom she meets. You don't even come to the thought that you have the power to forbid Emma from doing so. But worry still gnaws at you. Just the thought that you can let go of your lovely Emma causes stomach cramps in you. But it can only work that way. You cannot expect Emma to put her life at your service, to love and honor you, and in return, you divide your time into five parts. You grind your teeth and slowly get a headache yourself. At some point you had to ask yourself this question. What do you do when your girlfriends want a private life. Clear is that you do not forbid them. Couldn't be done in your wildest feverish dreams. But! But where other girlfriends can be sure to be able to hug you in the evening, you have the chance that you will be in someone else's arms even then. Emma sees your conflict. “We don't have to talk about it honey, honestly. I love you. It was stupid to bring that up.” She looks dejected. Another mistake on her part. You can't pin that on her.

"No. That wasn't stupid.” You smile and are really happy. Emma always gives you the right answers. Even if she doesn't say anything. "Nothing you say or do is stupid." If you want to give Emma the life you want her to have, then you have to trust the world too, trust Carrie. Well, actually, not even that. But you trust Emma with all your heart.

Carrie made her intentions very clear. She loves Emma. In a normal relationship, you would have the power to keep her away from Emma. Emma even considered this possibility herself and it was you who turned her off. Yes, you can trust Carrie. Not on her stability. Who would be able to stand up to Emma? You look at your girlfriend. She looks at you with those big, faithful eyes that promise you a life full of love, lust and passion. No. Restraint is out of the question. But you can trust the sharp intelligence of Carrie. Emma clearly showed her the boundaries and you took care of the scars. She should be able to talk to both of you. And it's true. Millie, Megan, and Maureen have their siblings, which includes you. Denise and Emma don't have this connection. As a friend, you have to be there especially for them. You think back to Millie who seems just happy that you hug her. She spends her time with Megan and now Maureen. Denise is happy that you were with her in the hotel and that she submitted to you. You still have to take care of the McKinleys and you actually want to destroy the bed with Karen. Yes, you received absolute freedom from your girls. You have to give something back to them. And in the case of Emma, that's Carrie and her friendship and your trust.

"What did you imagine?" you ask Emma, who is still looking at you. She raises her eyebrows and is obviously surprised.

"What? With Carrie?” You nod.

"Yes. I trust you completely Emma. I love you so much that it can no longer be expressed in numbers. I want you to be happy. But I am the person who wants all of that. You decide. It is you who matters. If you want to befriend Carrie... then that's okay with me. You are my love.” Emma is very quiet for a while. She looks at you, her mouth slightly open and apparently wondering what you said. “I don't like confessions of love that contain the word 'I'. You are important Emma to me." Her eyes break eye contact and it seems as if she actually has to think about what to say first.

“You are important to me too,” she mumbles. Then she nods. "I love you too." A gentle smile and no fear or worry in her next words. "I'd like to take Carrie out to dinner." Emma collects herself, tones up and looks determined. “The Sex with Megan was… very interesting to me. I… want you to know before you give me so much freedom.” You nod and smile.

“I have five girlfriends, Emma. I'm so lucky with you alone that I can't believe it. The whole times five? Honestly…” You shrug your shoulders and continue talking, amused. “I'm not telling you how to be my girlfriend. You… you know that I… don't…” Words fail you. It's like with Megan and Emma on that evening.

"I don't want to sleep with her Finn," says Emma and understands you. She also understands that a huge stone is falling from your heart. Sure, hot lesbian action between Emma and Carrie would sell itself on every porn-site in the world and make you a rich man. But... Emma is my girlfriend. My. So, now I've said it... thought it... oh shit, that is already enough for me. Her giggles pulls you back into the wonderful reality of her body by your side. She lays her head on one side and supports herself on the sheet with her elbow. “I just want to show her I'm sorry for treating her so harshly. She really tried and because of her, I didn't make a scene for you."

“That would have been an interesting sight.” You adjust your voice and speak in high-pitched girlish tones. "Finn Lynchwood!" you screech hysterically. “I knew you were fucking behind my back. As a punishment, I'm doing it now with my best friend."

“I don't sound like that at all,” Emma shakes with laughter, which then turns into an annoyed moan. You giggle too and kiss her on the soft and warm cheek. It's good to make her laugh. Not just because it's good for her. When Emma or any of your other girls laugh, the sun rises for you.

“I love you and trust you. You go as far as you want to go and I'll stay by your side,” you assure her. You add somewhat meekly: "Just don't keep any secrets from me, okay?"

“Never honey. I belong to you. Always.” Now the kiss goes out from her and, as to be expected, Emma underlines the gesture with a lot of tongue, slight moans and unmistakable hand movements under the covers, which are only ended by her headache. After a while you get up.

"And if something does happen..." Emma looks at you questioningly. She seems a bit alarmed because of your look. "Then make a video of it."

“Pig!” She calls out loudly and laughs and throws another pillow in your direction. You lean over and pick up the pillows. Then you help Emma lie down again. Next, you lie down with her again but don't cover yourself up. "I'll stay with you a little longer," you murmur. Emma wants to contradict, something Denise would never do. The two are similar but also have their differences. Emma says Carrie would take care of her, but you won't let the guard duty on her bed be taken away. For a while you lie besides her, hold her hand and reassure that you are there for her too. But at some point your girlfriend throw you out of bed. You give her a kiss on the glowing forehead and turn around again at the door.

"But brush your teeth when you come downstairs." It feels good that Emma Jackson, the shy but somewhat perverted Emma Jackson, shows you the middle finger and then disappears under her covers.

---

"Hey Biggie" Megan greets you when you arrive at the bottom of the stairs. Fuck! You forgot Megan too!

"Hey Love" you greet her and kiss her extra long and deep. You don't know if Megan even notices, because she throws herself at you like two industrial magnets from the start.

"Emma okay?" she wants to know and you nod. Apparently a little hesitant. Your middle sister's eyebrows contract. "Out with it, Biggie" she demands in a serious voice. It's always been Megan who knew how to talk to you in the open field - or in the open living room. You have waited so long for each other that now every minute is precious. Without letting go of her you tell her about Emma and her plan. Megan looks around the room but doesn't see Carrie. "I don't want to say anything bad about my friends," she whispers to you softly and pretends to kiss you on the cheek. But then she does it and ruins the charade, which nobody saw anyway. Lust and love before secrecy.

"What do you mean by that? Do you think Emma would... "

"What? Are you stupid?” She winks at you, clears the lump in your stomach and then gets serious again. “But Carrie. You know how she feels about Emma.” You agree with your sister.

“I trust Emma. I'm not between her and a pleasant life when I don't have time for her." At that moment Rachel comes out of the kitchen, the bright calls from Maureen dragging behind her, and licking her fingers with relish.

"Your big sister can't cook chocolate cake at all," she grins.

"Fuck you!" shouts Carrie and looks out the entrance to the kitchen. Where you would otherwise expect a catastrophe, the two girls only grin at each other.

"Are you already making friends, sister?" you ask with a grin, still holding Megan by her hips with total body-contact and all.

"With that one? No way. She has something to say to everything."

“Your cooking skills are nonexistent,” Rachel calls out and then turns to you. Nobody seems to notice that a conversation has been interrupted here, but seeing the two in this way delights your heart. "And she threw me out of the kitchen" protest Rachel even more.

"Okay, okay... Fuck. Then come over here, "says Maureen and Rachel waves to you happily.

“What is it about the Lynchwood siblings that they keep needing my help?” she whistles and disappears into the kitchen. You watch the two of them, but your sister, as always, manages to get your attention in a wonderful way. You hug and bathe in the happiness of each other and a seemingly healthy family. When you are somewhat undisturbed again, Megan continues.

"Emma has to deal with the fact that you have a lot of obligations," says Megan and takes on the role of your partner in crime again. She's been supporting you all your life and it doesn't occur to you to question her. “We all made a pact when we met you. Okay, it was easier for me. Sharing you with Millie was a given. And Maureen seems... to be having fun too.“ She darts to the kitchen and says: “I hope.” Then she turns back to you. “Listen to me Finn, honey, Biggie. I like you, that should be clear. And I know you. That should also be clear. Maybe I know you best from all the lucky chicks you have on your hand.” She winks at you. “Emma needs to understand that you are not always there. I have to do that too. But if she can't accept that, you've given her enough opportunities to deal with the situation."

"Wow, Megan... I... don't know what to say."

"That I'm right is definitely a good start," she says with a grin. She speaks in a light voice and doesn't sound angry, but certainly concerned. It touches you and damn it, she's right too. But… “I know you would never think badly of any of us. That's why we love you. But…“ Now she i8s the one who looks nervous and you grasp her tighter. In moments like this, you want to be especially close to her. The bond between you is particularly strong and you've always seen it as a lifeline that can save you from rough seas. "But are you mad at me if I want to take care of you?" She seems really nervous now.

"What's going on Megan?" She looks embarrassed and a little annoyed to the side and breathes convulsively.

“I feel comfortable in the role that I can take on with you. I have never felt so free and at the same time so incredibly loved in my entire life. This is a dream come true. But I know... or I think... suspect that if I don't take care of you, nobody will. Definitely not you with the way you always take care of us."

"Damn Megan..." you whisper in disbelief. "How can I be so lucky?" But Megan doesn't seem to have heard that.

“Maureen is still too new to the situation and to see that she comes out of herself is really nice for me. I didn't treat her well, and asking anything of her now would be... mean. But I've always been lucky enough to have you. And... oh fuck, I don't know either. I just want to give you something back. And if Emma starts to complain now... rightly so, to make you feel better about it, then that worries me.” She ends and looks at you uncertainly.

"Okay, my little wombat," you say and put your forehead on hers. “I am happy if you want to protect me. And you are right, as always. I cannot take care of myself in such situations. You are just too important to me to be considerate of me."

"Fool." Megan doesn't hold back the mischievous grin but likes to show it to you.

"Just be nice to Emma, okay?" You're worried about Emma. Now you're also worried that you're treating Megan too harshly. But she's not your sister for free.

“I know that not having you around can be a challenge. But I saw Denise and saw how happy she is."

"Where is she actually?"

“Outside with her friends.” You look at the door together, but you can only see that you have the same thoughts and are in good harmony with each other. “When your nerdy and drunk friend comes down afterward, I'm sure she'll see it that way too. You're not mad at me, are you?” You shake your head in amusement.

"How could I be mad at my favorite little wombat?" You kiss her, make her giggle with your tongue on her neck. As your hands run over her body and encircle her breasts, the giggling changes to excited breathing and shaky laughter.

“You can do it so well,” she whispers and hugs you. Megan smells great. There is always something about her that almost makes you crazy. Maybe it's her skin or her voice that encourages you to keep going. Or her way of dealing with you and the world? You've already figured it out, but you're always amazed at the simplicity of the answer to the question of why you love your sister so much. She just suits you perfectly.

Your thoughts spur you on. No matter how tired or hungry you are, you don't care. You haven't eaten anything reasonable in a little over fourteen hours. You slept through breakfast. And your weapon down there feels battered and overused. But Megan makes it all forget.

"Kiss me" she breathes and holds your head against her neck. "Kiss me tighter. Please brother.” Then she squeaks excitedly when you lightly bite her neck. "Yes, go on. Please go on.” Your hands run over her breasts but stay over her shirt. Nevertheless, you can clearly feel how her nipples stand underneath. You slide your fingers over it, rub the sensitive areas and give the girl who loves you so much the most beautiful feelings. "Please..." she begs and you don't know what she means. "Show me who I belong to" she giggles and nibbles on your ear. You understand. First you grin and moisten the area on her neck with your tongue Megan tastes like heaven as well. Then you put your lips on her pure white skin. You press yourself tight to her, which makes her breathe even faster. Her leg wraps around yours, her arms hold you tight. You can feel her heart beating fast in her chest. Then your lips suck on her neck.

A strange urge overtakes you when you feel her skin on your lips and the tips of your teeth on her flesh. Your ex-girlfriend never wanted you to give her a hickey. She didn't liked the color, was afraid of the pain and that everyone would know what you had done. And here you have Megan in front of you - on you. Your sister and deep love. Something primal comes over you and you suck even harder. The bracelet on her wrist shows the world that you belong together. It is firm and constant but variable enough not to attract attention or raise strange questions. It is the symbol of your relationship. A hickey is shorter but more intimate. You mark Megan - mark her skin as yours. She wants it, enjoys it and hugs you when you mark her for you. You imagine how other guys see the mark and know: This girl already belongs to someone else.

"Oh god damn yeah" presses your love between your teeth. Her hands clasp your head to her fragrant body and you let go. In this brief moment you are no longer human, but something older. "Yes, please. Finn! Show everyone that I belong to you... oh gohohoddd... Yes… ffffuckhah… please…. That is good. So good. Thank you. Yes Thank yhohoho." Then… faster than you would have expected it is over. At some point you remember that hickeys are nothing more than small bruisings under the skin. You break away from her with a loud smack. Your saliva runs down her throat and you see the first beautiful reddish color appear on her skin. "Fuck Finn, that was..." Megan looks at you, breathing heavily, then looks down at herself. You follow their gaze.

“Say did you just come?” you ask in astonishment. You look at each other again but don't say anything. The answer is a kiss on the cheek that is almost shy in contrast.

"Yes... a bit... I think. I ... go upstairs quickly ... freshen up." She turns to walk but you don't let go of her arm. It's like a movie. You pull her to you while she turns back to you and presses your lips to hers again. You take your time, spoil your girlfriend and keep your hands connected to her hips. Finally, you have had enough physical contact and can let yourself go.

"Damn you guys" you hear a voice behind you. Megan turns around in shock and you wince too. "Finn we should have a chat," says Karen Grant, shaking her head.

"Karen," you say hello and don't know what to say else. The girl is standing in the front door with a brown shopping bag in her hand and apparently the car keys of Maureen on her belt, which loops around her shapely waist.

"Well, I can cancel my YouPorn subscription if it continues like this," she grins and wanders around the room. While Megan scurries upstairs like a shy teenager, almost embarrassed, you stop in the room. You wipe your mouth and look at Karen, who is moving around the room as if everything is hers. When she arrives at the kitchen she turns around again and her eyes wander to your crotch and your mighty stick in your pants. "Your chicks have it really good," she grins and disappears into the kitchen. Only now do you perceive the environment around you and realize that you have brought your girlfriend to an orgasm in the middle of the living room only by kissing her and the thought of you. God dammed damn! And apparently before the eyes of one of her friends. Is Karen different from Emma? Definitely smuttier. You exhale in resignation. What is done, is done. Without a question, Megan will get through this and apart from an incredibly intimate experience, the action has brought you closer to the fuckfest with hot Grant. Soon, mate. Soon. This is going to be a party. You should be ashamed to think of girls like that. But you also saw Karen wiggle her bum a little too much when she went to the kitchen.

You wonder why the obviously most casual person in the house is so difficult for you to reach. The answer is the question. Karen is obviously interested in a casual relationship and that would be... cheating, right? Yeah sure, you could... maybe should ask your girls. But so far you've got your hands full with the challenges your five girls bring you. Shaking your head, you realize that you and Megan were lucky that only one of the other girls surprised you. If it had been Susan or Claire, things would have been different, that is to say much more naked. And oh shit what about Carrie? Grinning like a madman whether your luck, your daring, or your... actually it's fate, you too turn to the kitchen. You're hungry and maybe you can steal something before lunch.