Just like the fucking hungergames. (Almost)

Chapter 88

Since you and Emma have missed breakfast, you make her a sandwich in the kitchen, where you have to avoid the final boss fight between Maureen and the McKinleys on one side and Denise and Millie on the other. The former prepare a chocolate cake while the latter 'help' them, which means putting most of the ingredients on the walls of the kitchen. At least they're all having fun. You ask if the cake is for your birthday, but get a negative answer.

"That's the only recipe I know," says Maureen matter-of-factly and looks over at the McKinley's, which have meanwhile also been wrecked. The girls have a lot of fun and laugh incessantly, with the preparation of the cake being more of a means to an end. "More or less" grins your oldest sister and looks at the chaos. Denise and Millie seem a bit cleaner because they haven't been around that long. The sight before your eyes looks like a children's birthday or a celebration for an anniversary or something similar. But it's just a boisterous mood. You notice your share in the happy situation when you are repeatedly hugged from behind. You can never say which of the young girls it is, but when a voice comes up to let the others in, you can figure it out. Even Maureen gets her part and she is moved that Millie hugs her and integrates her into the situation. It is you who takes the least part in it and tries not to stab anyone with the knife in your hand. The wound on one hand is still visible and reminds you of the bad combination of beautiful women and sharp knives. A few days ago - half a lifetime - it was just Megan and Millie. Now you are surrounded by girls who prize and cherish you, sometimes adore you. Maureen grins to herself and pulls a particularly affectionate Claire away from you when you hold the knife far away from her delicate body. It feels good to be wanted even when Millie and Denise are getting the bulk of your affection. They are the ones who step aside for Susan and Claire and give them a chance to touch you as well. Meanwhile, Denise even hugs Maureen, who may be a little embarrassed, but learned from Millie how to hug someone. You exchange looks with your older sister. It's like your heads are above the chaos and your bodies are in the middle of it. A moment of calm creeps in as Millie is attached to Maureen and Claire to you. You look at your sister and you grin in each other's faces. You remember that Maureen misses you too. She told you before you left for your mini-vacation and you start to feel guilty again.

"Sorry, we hadn't that much time Maureen." You bar your teeth and shrug apologetically while Denise chases Susan through the kitchen with a banana in one hand, screeching like an animal.

"I told you everything was fine, Little One" laughs Maureen and puts her hands around Millie, who looks up at her like a little sister should.

"I will not forget you" you promise.

“You couldn't either. But don't worry about me I… uff…” laughing, Susan bump into Millie, who pass the bump on to Maureen. "I'm looking forward to sitting down on the terrace with a good book and relaxing again" she smiles. You can't blame her. You know the friends of Millie enough to know how they feel. Also before the revelations of this vacation and the conquests that you made during that time. For poor Maureen, the leap from an isolated and **** relationship to an open life full of happiness and fun must seem bumpy if not disturbing. “You definitely shouldn't be gone for more than two days,” she says good-naturedly and looks down at her little sister. "Millie doesn't like that at all."

"Exactly," she pouts but becomes changed again when she looks at your face. "But if Finn wants that, I'll support him."

“Shit, I understand why you fell in love with her,” Maureen laughs exuberantly and you don't know what moves you more. That Millie admires you or that Maureen is finally happy. The two feelings are equally strong, you finally realize and notice that at least in the small cosmos of your siblings everything is fine.

So that it stays that way outside of this cosmos too you pull yourself together and make another bun for Emma. You have observed her and think you know her eating habits well enough to be able to prepare a good breakfast for her.

"Wait, I'll help you" cries Claire when she realizes between her jokes that you could use some help. Satisfied, you give her an encouraging pat on the back and send your eager helper to the juice mixer in the corner of the kitchen. There is nothing like freshly squeezed orange juice.

You come into her room with the glass and a plate in hand. Besides her, there is Rachel in the room, who has leaned into the closet in which she has put her clothes. She is quiet and since you don't want to bother Emma either, who is breathing loudly but not snoring, Rachel didn't notice you. You stop but before you make yourself noticeable you take a closer look at the friend's tight rear. The black knee-length leggings and the short blue denim skirt do not hide all of their shapes, but enough to stimulate your imagination. There is barely a gram of fat on her legs and her muscles are toned from dancing and the sports club that Megan is in too. Her long and at the moment uncombed hair falls over her back and her face, which you only notice now that she stands up out of the closet. And she has...

"Oh hey Finn" greets you Rachel and makes no move to cover her bare breasts.

"Fuck... uh... sorry. I wanted to bring Emma her breakfast, I had the plate in my hand… wanted to knock… couldn't knock… I… didn't know that you didn't have anything… crap.“ You want to show your hands in front of your face… but the plate. "Yea... right! I... just turn around.” And you do that too and stand at attention with your back to the girl. Shit, you hobo! Turn around again! Did you see her tits Shiiiiit, they're awesome.

"Well this time you could turn around" you hear Rachel and her voice... Is she a little happy? You remember the last time you saw her breasts... her breasts made for you. She seemed happy then too. Or am I just imagining it? To clarify this, you would have to turn around and see how Rachel... looks... naked. No! I will not do that. “You are welcome to turn around again. It's not that you haven't seen me like this before." Okay... What?

"Are you sure? I do not want…"

"Finn..." groans Rachel, amused. "Turn around." You follow her words and expect a slap in the face at least, a hissing tirade of hate or a reproachful look for failing the test. At least Rachel had enough time to pull on a shirt and... she's still naked! Her breasts are really beautiful. You can imagine having your hands on these perfectly shaped hemispheres for hours. For half a second you look at her mountains. That has to be enough for the rest of your life. It doesn't happen every day that you are exposed to such a sight. But you don't want to overdo it either. It has nothing to do with desire that you quickly bring your eyes back to her face. Not even with the fact that you have enough tits to fondle in your harem.

"Wow. I am impressed. I would have expected that you just drool for the next few minutes," smiles Rachel and confirms your suspicion that you did the right thing. Even if your drill sergeant hits a dent in a hardwood wall in your head with his head. A startled realization appears on the sothlandish features of Rachel Huerta's face. “Or don't you like them?” she asks, alarmed. Is that played?

"What? No. You are really beautiful Rachel. Really... I mean... really..."

“Then take another look. Just to make sure.” She put her arms behind her back, her shoulder muscles playing a nice game. Then she lowers her head and looks down at you. Her almost black hair falls over her eyes and makes her appear even more insecure. Fuuuuuck. Look at her!

"That..." You swallow hard and briefly close your eyes to arm yourself. Then, finally... "I don't have to." You son of a bitch! I will kill you!

"Hmm." Rachel shrugs and turns back to the closet. Without a word, she reaches inside and puts on a bra. You asshole! That was our chance! But you wait patiently until Rachel has dressed. When you see her she puts on a yellow T-shirt and when her head disappears under the shirt you suck in the sight of her belly, which moves gently with her movements. "Passed the test" smiles Rachel happily. "Although I'm sure you just took a quick look right now."

"Fuck Rachel, it's impossible not to look at you either."

"Do you think? Well, that's pretty nice of you. Thanks for the compliment,” she snickers, but then changes her tone. "And yet you did it."

"What? Turned around? Of course.” The girl looks at you in a way that is supposed to mean that she won't be angry if you don't believe your own words.

"You're doing a pretty good job of cutting the amount bachelorette girls in here to a negligible size, aren't you?" she asks, expecting no answer. "With Emma under your wing and your sisters by your side, I thought you were pretty busy." Again a shrug and a look that says: 'I don't care' but a completely different voice. "This Denise seems to be enjoying it a lot too."

"I help her and she helps me" you just mean and don't dare to say more.

"And what about Susan and Claire?" Rachel walks over to you too. Slowly and deliberately she puts her trained feet in front of each other and prances close to you. "Karen is going crazy because of you." She puts a hand on your shoulder and you have to strain yourself not to flinch like a fish on the dry land. How can such a gesture be so fucking sexually charged? "Don't you want to make her your friend too?" Her voice is sweet as sugar and spoken through pursed lips. Her eyes just flicker a little when you take her hand. Your faces move closer to each other and she looks you blankly in the eye. Your lips are getting closer and closer. You can feel her breath on your face and suddenly her eyes don't seem as confident as they did a few seconds ago. One of you just has to sway forward very slightly and your lips would touch. Finally. Rachel doesn't have a boyfriend. It must surely be exhausting for her that almost all of her friends are with you. Maybe she also wants your guidance or a man in her life? There's only one way to find out. You take one step closer and you are playing a dangerous game. But it's Rachel who closes her eyes first. Then... Then you pull back and take her hand off your shoulder. Immediately she opens her eyes again and looks at you. Something is different on her beautiful face. You touched something in her.

"I'm not putting together a collection Rachel," you say quietly and let go of her hand. You look at Emma, who is still sleeping off her hangover in bed next to you. Rachel also follows your gaze and when she realizes that she is not alone in the room with you, she tenses a little.

"That's good to know Finn," she says but doesn't sound as fast as before. You have slowed her down with your presence.

“I love Emma. And the other girls too. The only person I willingly neglect will be and is me. And I like to do that.” You are silent for a moment, but then decide to tell the truth. “You are an incredibly beautiful, intelligent, bright and cheeky girl. Any guy would be happy to have you as a girlfriend.” She just looks at you blankly and crosses her arms over her chest. Suddenly she seems uncomfortable with just a shirt on.

"Well said Lynchwood."

"I'm not finished yet Huerta" you grin, but have to take a short breath and prepare. "Your breasts are incredibly beautiful and if I had to recreate them, I wouldn't be able to achieve such perfection." In fact, a slight smile creeps on her face, but your next words make it disappear again and are replace it by a nervous scratching of her feet. "And we all know that I couldn't say 'no' to you." Now you shrug your shoulders and the roles are reversed. "My girls wouldn't mind." Rachel wants to say something but breaks off. “But I also believe that you can get along well in life without me. I won't approach you just because I see the chance. Just because I have several girlfriends doesn't mean I act differently. Wait... I do” you realize. “Actually, I am allowed to act as if I were still on the singles market. But you can see that I don't.” You look down at her body and Rachel actually seems to squirm a little under your gaze. “Which sometimes surprises me myself. But for me, it is not about a certain number on my account but about the certainty that I am doing the people I love good. That's why I'm doing this.” Again you look at Emma. "And that's why I think I'm so lucky that Emma accepts me in her life."

"Fuck Finn. And not because you're such a great speaker?” asks Rachel, slowly coming back to herself.

“Maybe that's why. I hope not," you grin. "Because I lose my words almost every time I look into her eyes." Then your eyes meet again and Rachel realizes that she is still so close to you. She quickly takes a few steps back and you grin your kindness at her. “It's nice to see that you care so much for Emma. And I wish you never stop doing it. You are welcome to test me again and again. It would be good for me if I had someone to keep me on the ground. With so many miracles in my life, one poor soul can only go mad."

"I think I can do that." Rachel looks comfortable and you're glad that you can get through to her if you want, but that you won't cause any permanent damage. “But please be so nice and remember that I'll never **** anything on Emma and that she loves me voluntarily. I don't want... well, you know..."

“Carrie?” comes the rhetorical question. You just nod and Rachel understands. “You could see from afar that she has a crush on Emma. She even told me about her first kiss with her. It's… It's a shame that not everyone can keep such a clear head when it comes to love.” She looks at you warmly. "You can do it."

"With a person like Emma, I can understand that you can quickly lose your hand," you chuckle and Rachel joins.

"Oh fuck. Come here Lynchwood.” You are surprised when Rachel Huerta hugs you but return it with joy. "You're a very special one." She pats you on the back and you do the same. Did I found a bro here or what? Then she looks at the plate in your hand. The buns are still on it but have been shaken trough. She looks at you apologetically. "I'll make my way down again then," she says and prepares to follow her words with deeds. At the door she turns around and looks at you. You have already gone to the bed and look over at her questioningly. No, we won't have sex now. "You're okay Lynchwood."

“You too, Huerta. You too.” Then the door closes.

You have laid down with Emma and are waiting for her to open her beautiful eyes. It is one of the wonders that you came to love with your girls. The bright giggles of Millie, the entrusting looks of Megan, the small gestures of Maureen and the shy smiles of Denise are completed by the brightness in the eyes of Emma when she sees you for the first time and the love that radiates from them makes you go through life. It's already noon and your stomach growls bitterly like a haunted wolf. But the buns are for your darling. Eventually, the body next to yours stirs and you exited roll over to the side to watch her wake up. Your stomach is pinching, but you're glad Emma is giving you a second chance to watch her sleep. Her crusty eyes are almost making noises as they are laboriously open. A tired but happy smile falls on her lips and you are overjoyed not to have left her alone this time. You don't say anything but smile at her.

"I dreamed of you," says Emma, tired and quiet. She moans a little, but this time it's due to the energy that is slowly entering her body again.

"Hopefully a good dream" you wish and touch her cheek. God how I missed that.

"I can only dream beautiful things about you." She grins cheekily at you. "And dirty things."

"And what was it this time" you giggle. Emma purses her lips and grins. She becomes more and more awaken and stretches out her tired limbs.

"I'm not telling you." A slightly hoarse laugh, then she lifts her head and supports it on her hand.

“How are you,” you ask, a little worried. Even if you're here now, you weren't always.

"Much better, honey." Emma leans forward and kisses you. She still knows she better do this on your cheek. Then you look at each other for a while. Eventually, your sober girlfriend notices the buns next to you. "Are they for me?" Life flows through her body as she rises and makes you smile broadly.

"I would have eaten them a long time ago," you say and push the plate over to her.

"I shouldn't be eating in bed," groans Emma and tries to sit up, but is pushed down again by you and her tired body.

You say “nonsense” sternly, but you don't stop caressing her. Your hand is on the side of her stomach and you can feel her ribs under the skin and the warmth of her blood. Her skin is soft and warm ad is protected by the long shirt she often sleeps in. “You can allow that today. Here." You pick up a bun and hold it in front of her full lips, which are still completely dry from sleep and ****. Emma grins cheekily and then jumps her head forward. She almost catches one of your fingers, but you both find it funny seeing Emma bite a bite out of the bun like a hungry shark.

“Oh Finn my love. What are you doing with me?” she asks after she has chewed for a long time and swallowed hard once. You ignore the question at first and reach into your pocket. You have made sure that there is at least one water bottle in every room. When Millie had a coughing fit one evening a few weeks ago and it took you precious seconds to run downstairs to the kitchen, you spoke a word of power and placed a bottle in every room she could be in. Your mother just rolled her eyes at it, and Millie hasn't needed it yet, but now Emma can benefit from your predictions. After she washed her bite down her throat you answer her.

"Hopefully only good things." You know that it can't stay that way.

"I was such a good girl back then," grins Emma and you wonder if she is also thinking of Denise. "One week with you and I sleep with women, use swear words, let myself get fingered in public and now I even eat like a pig in bed." She giggles, you giggle.

"So that's the worst?" you play in amazement. Emma gets closer to you and this time you don't care about the smell of her mouth. You kiss long and deep and if you breathe through your nose it is not so bad at all.

"I just like the rest" she grins and licks her lips. Then she looks around. “But I could get used to this.” Then she notices the closet. Rachel has left the room so hastily that she let the door stay open. “Was someone here or did you rummage through our things?” Emma wants to know.

"Rachel was in the room when I came up to you," you say truthfully.

"Did she check on me?" You nod.

"Mhm. And she has made sure that I am taking good care of you.” You furrow your eyebrows in thought. "I think she's pretty proud of the way we treat each other." Emma looks at you quizzically. “I always thought Carrie was the one to take care of you. I looked at her with the most concern. But apparently she's fallen for your perfect being too.” You grin. "You just can't be resisted."

“But neither do you,” says Emma and shoves the remains of the bread into her mouth. You don't have time to contradict and when you are still weighing your answer with a mischievous grin, Emma has already sat up. Still chewing, with encrusted eyes and disheveled hair, her hands wander to your body. You look at her quizzically, but Emma is still chewing. She doesn't even look at you but rather focuses on your body. She quickly pushes up your shirt and lets her hands go into the waistband of your pants.

"Emma, what's that supposed to be when it's finished?" When she stops chewing, she swallows again and looks at you as her hands move lower and lower.

"I want to give you something back," she says, nibbling her lower lip and then finding what she is looking for.

“You don't have to. I wanted you toooooooshit..."

"Soooo is that good?" asks Emma as she grips your cock with one hand and your balls with the other. But she already knows the answer. The whole world knows it.

"Positive," you just gasp and grin stupidly at her. She giggles but doesn't let go of you.

“Just because my head is bursting doesn't mean you can't have fun,” she says, pressing you onto the back with her body. With her slender fingers closed around your shaft, she lies down on her elbows between your legs. She uses one hand to pull down your shorts, but the other won't let go of you. "I stink of sweat and **** after the last evening anyway," she says casually. Her movements make you hornier and your cock rises to full size under her fingers. Emma admires her work with satisfaction.

"I should tell you..." you mean, but you can't go on. With her index finger she runs from your tip to the transition of your ball and then up again. he touches the contours of your dick with astonishment and wide joyful eyes and a happy grin.

“You should let yourself be spoiled, too,” says Emma. "I didn't just whine and write you messages last night," she says and grins at you while she presses her fingers together and pumps your cock with both hands. "I was also on the internet and watched a video or two." She grins devilishly and you tilt your head back. Her hands travel your entire length together. Emma is amazingly good. She varies the speed and pressure, squeezes hard and moves her hands quickly up and down. You can't hold on much longer and when the first drops of precum come out Emma catches them with her greedy fingers. You watch with excitement as she puts two fingers in her mouth and takes in your taste with closed eyes and oft moan of lust. Then she grunts happily and changes her technique. Now only one hand moves slowly over your spear, stroking your tip while the other lays around your balls.

"Am I doing this fine?" she asks excitedly and it's not just the sensational feeling that makes you moan. Emma sounds excited like she's got a new toy. She really enjoys improving herself sexually for you and doing something good for you too.

"Fuuu... hck..." you press out. You want to lie down, just enjoy the affection. But you also want to look at your beautiful girlfriend at the same time.

"I'm dirty anyway," she grins. "A dirty little chick who got drunk and was so naughty to write to you at night." Your eyes go wide but you can't blame yourself. Emma is just too good at that. As usual, she shows a great willingness to learn and you swerve badly when you imagine what she can do with weeks of research. Apparently she didn't just take the technology from the Internet. "Mark me" she whispers and jerks you faster and faster. "Mark me and show everyone that I'm yours. Show Carrie that I'm yours."

“Go on!” is all you can stammer. This time it is you who hold on to her body and feel the rising pressure in your cock. Emma does that too.

“Spray in my face. I want to show everyone that I am your girl. Come on me. Mark me as your girlfriend. I belong to you. We belong Together. Yes!" Then you come, you can no longer hold on to yourself. At first, Emma flinches when a thick stream of cum hits her face. She screeches in triumph, getting closer and closer to your lance and moving her face from side to side as she milks every drop of juice from your cock that she can get. "Give it to me love. That feels so good. All in my face please." Then there is only giggles from her as she pumps you to the fullest satisfaction. You open an eye and look at her. Her face is a mess and your juice runs down her forehead, down her eyebrows to her nose and down her lips. Her hands do not stop massaging your twitching cock and as she wipes the juice from her face with her fingers, a happy girl appears underneath.

"Emma..." you gasp and finally throw yourself back on the pillows.

"Do you think I look pretty?" she asks mischievously and looks up at your body.

You only say “Indescribable”.

"Then kiss me" she grins and comes closer to you.

"Uh..." you just say. But Emma just laughs and rolls off you.

“Time to take a shower,” she says and doesn't care about her looks or the new makeup you gave her. If Carrie catches her in the hallway is the end of both of us, you think to yourself shaking your head, but see with joy that your sweetheart is doing better. You too weak to intervene anyways.

When you are also standing in the hallway and hear the water rushing in the bathroom, you have to use all your strength to prevent your drill sergeant from pulling you into the bathroom. He and you feel like crying at the chance you have. But you mustn't lose sight of the big goal either. Big goal in the ass! In there is Emma and her... ass! Grab it you... ass! But of course you're a gentleman and hold back. Not just to give Emma her freedom or because she is now the one you owe something. No, but also because... you fear your penis would fall off if you even looked at it from a strange angle.

"How am I supposed to survive this?" you ask yourself as you come down the stairs. Maybe everything will be better once you've had breakfast at... 11:57 in the 'morning'.

When you are downstairs you look around. It seems like Maureen is alone in the kitchen. You see the chocolate cake standing on the counter and waiting for the decoration. From the noises it is only one person in the kitchen who seems to be cleaning up. You walk into the room and realize that it is actually Maureen. She still has her apron on and her hairstyle has seen better days too.

"Hello there," you greet her. "Are you satisfied with your work." Maureen turns to you and gives you a long hug. You cling to her body a little surprised, but then love to return the gesture.

"I tell you" begins your big sister. "It was like one of your war films here." She straightened her hair and looked at the chocolate cake. "But it was worth it." She shakes her head. “The two sisters always wanted to come up to you and the anime-chick kept asking for you all the time.” You don't stop hugging and at some point you lay your head on her inviting breasts. Maureen puts her arms around you and her cheek on your head. It is peaceful with her.

"You had to take tough action," you mumble and enjoy the peace she gives you. Maureen also feels comfortable in your presence. Does she know what you just did to Emma?

"I? Take it hard?” She giggles, her breasts jiggling against your head. "Do I look like I could?"

"I always listened to you in the past" is all you mean. "It was always clear to me that you were the more experienced of the two of us." That only makes Maureen giggle even more until it is almost a laugh.

"Nuts" she grins but embraces you tighter. "It's you who everyone here listens to." You shrug your shoulders, which is difficult in your big sister's hug. “Did you really think so?” she then asks. "That I am experienced." You are too exhausted and too hungry to pull your usual trick. Also, it's good to be able to tell Maureen the unfiltered truth because you now know that she has pretty much arrived in your group and your life.

“Just because you have had a hard time in life doesn't mean I don't respect you. I like to have someone who is there for me."

“Okay, but that's really not true,” grumbles Maureen, fortunately not sounding angry. You say nothing. “It's you who saved me. And I thank you for that."

"But we had sex just one time," you say quietly and nestle into her soft breasts.

"Is that so bad?" she asks and makes you look up. So that's what Millie sees when she looks up at me, you recognize and admire the look Maureen put on.

"Please don't say that you blame yourself for it," says your sister and sounds a little more serious. Then she rolls her eyes. "Yes, I said something like that, but you know me." Then you realize that it wasn't seriousness but something else. Perhaps embarrassment? Maureen pouts. “I was used to expressing my feelings like that. And... don't get me wrong, that... that was the best... saddest sex I've ever had. And I... would like to repeat that.” Then she hugs you again and this time it is she who hugs you. "But I didn't know that it could be so nice to feel you on me." She almost whispers and you don't dare to spoil the moment with your breathing. Then your stomach growls. Fuck! Maureen releases you from the hug. “When was the last time you ate something?” she asks you, not playing her severity. You just shrug your shoulders and say that you just brought Emma something upstairs. Maureen don't let that sit on her and pulls you to the fridge in the kitchen. “Pick out things for a lot of buns” she orders and you obey. Then you watch as she prepares your breakfast for you and puts it neatly on a plate. She seems happy, hums something and moves her body to the beat of a song you don't know. "It's not okay that my little brother..." she doesn't get any further. Your arms encircle her again from behind. They are right under her breasts but neither of you is paying attention. You lean against her and after she interrupted her work, your big sister takes your hands as well.

"I love you, Maureen," you mumble. "I can't say it enough and somehow I think you deserve better than me, but I just love you so much." It's the second time you've said it so openly and you painfully realize that Maureen had to wait for you too. You fear that you cannot live up to her and that you are undoing the progress she has made. “You don't have to reply to that. I just want to say how grateful I am that you are here and how happy that you are okay.” Maureen doesn't reply. So you just stand there leaning against each other and the buns on the counter are forgotten. "I want to do justice to you and the people I love so much," you mean a little anxiously. "I just don't know if I can do it." You take a deep breath. Denise is happy. Maureen had to do without you. Again. You made Emma happy. Maureen was down here keeping your back free. "I am sorry. I…"

“Don't say that.” Maureen is quiet. Her hands are still on yours. “Don't say that,” she repeats. "Finn, I love you too." She loosens your arms and turns around, looking at her little brother wo ometimes needs a helping hand as well. You feel insecure, have no experience of being the fearful one. But Maureen has invested so much in you two and you don't know if you will live up to her. "Hey, are you listening to me?" she asks and you just nod. "I said I love you." She is surprised at her words herself. Then she shakes her head in amusement when she sees your confused expression. "Life here is new and... beautiful." She looks around. “I feel good here. It's so different from the life I've lived before.” Then she grips your cheeks and squeezes until you show her a snout. “And I like it, little brother. I like spending time with my sisters. And as long as you're here, I'll manage this McKinley plague and this crazy Van Buren.” She grins. “And the friends of Megan are cool too. Do you get that?” She moves your head from side to side. "I like it here. Thanks to you. And I like you, really, really much. I love you. And yes, little brother... I like the role I have here thanks to you."

"Bush she sesss..." you mumble between your compressed lips.

"The sex will still come." She takes a closer look an musters you sternly. "You look like you won't survive the next fuck anyway." She smirks, then lets go of you. Grinning with satisfaction, she pushes the plate with the bread into your hand. “We take care of each other, little brother. You are the man in the house and I am the big sister who makes sure that my little baby brother doesn't come short... or too less."

"I really don't know if I can do all of that ." Maureen asks you what you mean by that. “Denise and her horror, Millie and her trust, Emma and her longing, Megan and her lust. I want to do them all justice. I love them all so, so much. But I'm so damn exhausted."

"Too much sex?" she asks with a grin and you snort, but nod.

"You all only deserve the best, but I don't know if I can give you that. I want it so bad and I'm scared that I disappoint you." She searches carefully for an answer and you watch her eagerly.

“You don't have to make an effort,” she concludes. “I've known you for a long time. Much better lately. And I can say that it was never work for you to make people... well, mostly the girls in your life happy. Me, Megan, Millie. That's just you. So if you're wondering if you can do it, I can tell you: 'That's not the point.' To make us happy and to help us is like breathing for you. Others are good at singing or poetry or whatever. You're good at helping. And it is not the ex." he smirks. "Believe me, we all fall in love with you for the part of you, on which you don't need to work. Yea, that might sound lacy, but it is the truce. The sex is good, speaking for myself. But the closeness with you, the togetherness, I think that is what the girls love the mot on you. So let me say that you can work on yourself as much as you like, the basics are the same and that is it, what I, and I think we all love on you. Sorry to disappoint you, but you are perfect just the way you are.” She smooches your cheek and slaps your bum. So she chases you out of the kitchen without the possibility to doubt yourself anymore.

When you stand in the living room again and hear Maureen humming happily behind you and cleaning up the kitchen, you can only shake your head. That's not how you had imagined it. You rub your rear with your free hand and head to the dining table. You are alone in the room and from outside you can hear shrieks and happy calls. You could be outside too, but choose to rest for a moment. You too have to collect yourself and your stomach is already hurting. When you bite into the first bun you think back to the night when you and Maureen got together. She was so sad and devastated. But maybe she wasn't the only one. You chew thoughtfully on the cheese, ham and tomato bun. Maybe Maureen healed you too. In the chaos of the past few days and the aftermath of the 'argument' with Josh and the worry about Emma, Maureen has definitely come up short. As always, it was she who pulled herself out of the dirt. First, you two improved her relationship with Megan and Millie and became a real family. Then you could turn to the other girls in your group. You always had the feeling that Maureen missed out. But maybe that was just right for your older sister. Or so it seems to you. No one in your family has ever seen her so happy. Yes. Maybe it was she who helped you. After all, she gave you the opportunity to look after Susan, Denise and Emma. And she doesn't look depressed because of your lack of togetherness. In fact, she seems to enjoy her role, she said so. Maybe you just are a lucky bastard who has found a girlfriend who is hurt but has the ability to help because of that? Then it comes to you. Maureen is happy the way she is. You don't need to change her. It was important to Denise. But with Maureen, you have to go another way. With your big sister, the best way of dealing with her scars is to be close to her and at her side, when she heals herself. She is independent and strong and all you have to do is accompanying her on her way.

"My big sister" you mumble softly and with wide cheeks. You're grumbling to yourself in disbelief. Yes, that's not how you had imagined it. But it's better than you could ever dream of. Then you notice something else. How am I supposed to top sex with her? You almost drop the bun that she smeared for you. Fuck! The best saddest sex of her life. A chill runs down your spine and you look over your shoulder back to the kitchen. Maureen notices the looks on her back and turns around too. She winks at you and gives you a warm smile. You reciprocate the gesture but as soon as you turn around the smile falls off your face. OK. Don't panic Lynchwood. Yes, Maureen is different from your other sisters. And the sex... will work out somehow... maybe. You swallow hard. But then a new thought occurs to you. She'll take care of that. Yes. Maureen is my big sister. We can do this together. From now on we are together. The food tastes much better right away.

Of course, it doesn't take long and the front door smashes open. Four blurred shadows break into the room and only when they slow down and look at you do you recognize your little sister with her friends.

"Hey," says Millie and hugs you too. You think of the words of Maureen and find that you don't think about how you treat the girls. It just happens that you hug them too and start a conversation with them. "What are you doing right now?"

“Can you not see that?” you ask rhetorically and lift the half-eaten bun into the air. Millie giggles and Susan looks at you cheekily.

"You partied too much last night?" she asks teasing and catches a sideways glance from her sister. "I'm just asking," she mumbles, but you tousle her hair.

“Yes, Susan is right. And now I'm paying the price for it," you mean and with your words you ensure a satisfied Susan. "And what are you doing?"

"We're patching the volleyball net," says Millie. “And because you told us that we should always drink a lot we wanted to get something out of the kitchen.” You nod in agreement, satisfy Millie too and send the girls off. On the way back, all four pass you again. It only takes a small hand gesture from you and Millie stops the train of her friends by stopping and causing a rear-end collision. One after the other you first look your sister in the eye, then the McKinleys and finally Denise. Every time you look at one of the girls you get the reaction you want. Millie looks at you lovingly, Susan a little shy, Clare really shy and Denise overjoyed.

You start “Denise” and watch how the three other girls turn their heads to the addressed one. "Will you do me a favor?"

"Everything" comes the answer immediately and you have to grin. She wears neither her collar nor the choker. The question still remains how you should deal with your relationship. Not her as it is only your choice. Just when you see Millie you think even harder about how to teach the other friends. Denise seems to understand and automatically touches her neck. You nod to her and she reacts immediately.

“Girls, I'll be right back. I… I forgot something upstairs.” The other three look after her in astonishment but accept the situation since they saw from who it originated from. While you're waiting, you slide another bun down your throat and silently thank Maureen for her help. Then you look at the rest of the girls again. Your gaze lands on Claire, who is rocking uncertainly from one foot to the other.

"Are you okay?" you ask friendly. Maybe she has to go to the bathroom and doesn't dare to ask?

"I..." begins Claire, but breaks off. Susan starts to say something, looks a little annoyed, but Millie holds her back with a touch on the arm. You look at the younger McKinley. She keeps looking at you and playing with her fingers. Then it dawns on you and after everything you've experienced in the last few days, this girl's need isn't the craziest thing you've experienced.

"Come on" you grin and nod the girl to you. Immediately she starts moving and literally hops on your lap. There she makes herself comfortable and watches you from the side as you finish your late breakfast. You hold her waist and look at her friends. Millie is the first to sit down next to you at the table and Susan follows right after. “Are you enough to start a game?” you ask with your mouth full. You get a few hairs from Claire on your face, but that doesn't bother you anymore. One of the little sacrifices you have to make for your girls. Millie nods to answer your question and behaves completely normal, while Susan keeps looking at you and Claire from the side. Her feigned indifference cannot deceive you.

"So? Are you looking forward to your birthday?” asks Millie and lays her head on her hands. Hey eyes lay on you and just show affection.

"I think so," you growl and shrug your shoulders. Millie looks at you in surprise and Susan looks puzzled too.

“Aren't you excited?” she asks you confused.

"What? Like Millie?” You look at your little sister. She wasn't particularly excited about her birthday either. Only when you got together with her could she really enjoy the time. Your princess looks over to you and you understand each other without words. "I already have everything I want," you say and Millie can't look you in the eye from all her joy.

"But don't you want any presents?" asks Claire from the side. She doesn't seem to understand properly, is to distracted from her position near to you

"Do you have one for me?" you smile teasingly. Claire can't look you in the eye either and looks a bit ashamed to the side. However, she holds your arms tighter as she answers. She doesn't want to let go of you.

"Uh... no. We spent it all on Millie,” she mumbles.

“Maybe it wasn't that smart,” Susan mumbles too.

"Hey, that's sassy," Millie teases but doesn't mean it. You don't know anger from her. Actually, no negative feelings towards other people at all. You were always responsible for that.

"We didn't mean it that way Millie" defends Susan and looks at her sister in your arms. “But Finn has been so nice to us the last few days. He deserves a present too.” Millie suddenly looks up and glances at you and then at the sisters. But she says nothing and apparently quickly dismisses the idea. You focus more on the sisters.

"Are you having fun here?" They both nod eagerly and Claire leans closer to you. "Then that's enough for me as a present," you say and you also brush the hair of the little McKinley. “I liked studying with you guys. Even if it was pretty exhausting. But it was fun too.” The two look at each other doubtfully, but Millie comes to your aid.

"My BB has always enjoyed this kind of thing," she says almost proudly.

Then Denise comes down the stairs. She stops abruptly when she notices the scene at the table. She quickly catches up and joins the group.

"What did you do upstairs?" asks Susan and looks at her friend. Of course, you immediately notice the black choker around her neck. Denise is yours again now. The others notice it a few seconds later. “Is that why you had to go upstairs again?” asks Susan, puzzled, and looks at her friend doubtfully. Denise looks at you and doesn't say anything. The others follow her gaze and end up on you too.

Now it's up to you. You want it that way, Denise anyway. You must now decide how to deal with her fate and role in your small group. You still find it difficult not to ask her about her opinion and her wellbeing. Basically, it's like the other girls that you always want to make sure of their luck. But you have to understand that the fact that you are solely responsible helps Denise.

"Denise wanted to tell you all something" you mean. "About the time with me and what has changed in her life." To be sure, you look at Denise as you say it. But you only see the understanding of your plan, the relief of your help and the love as she realizes that she really belongs to your side. You have to stop and clear your throat. "How about you girls sleeping in the boathouse again tonight to be able to discuss things undisturbed?" You have prepared more, but Millie and Denise are already starting to jump up and down happily. Okay... fair enough. The McKinleys, for whom this is all new and who have not yet come into the luxury of your company - Luxury? Not yet? - understand a little more slowly. But you have prepared the right words for them too. Wait a moment. I haven't prepared anything. No speech. No plan. I'm holding this off the cuff. Damn it... Maureen was right. I just do it like that. Cheering inwardly, you turn to the sisters. "And then you can finally find out what it's like to be friends with me." Susan blushes. Real red. And she can't look at you. Claire hugs you and squeals like mad. It's good to be you.