Something ends, something begins.

Chapter 107

Exhausted and with rearing breath you observe the four naked girls on the bed. Your body feels like it has been put through a meat grinder, but it's a good pain. It reminds you why you are in the world. For a short moment you manage to free yourself from the tangle of bare skin. You are now standing at the foot of the bed and slowly coming to rest again. If this continues - which you can assume - you will have to do something to stop looking like a parched mummy at thirty. But that kind of thought still has time. The future will come, that's for sure, but you are now sure that it will be a very good one. After having sex with four young girls, the end of the world would appear like a wealth of completely new opportunities.

Claire is spoiled by Denise who has taken off her collar and leash after your approval. The two don't talk much, just touch their bodies and find out what they like. The relentless openness of your kitten towards you, herself and others is already having an effect and the healthy red around the tip of her nose comes from a newly discovered pleasure and not from shame. Millie and Susan, on the other hand, take a very different approach and chatter like hysterical teenagers - which, point given, they are - about their experiences. Susan seems quite detached and her adrenaline level is the highest in the room.

"That was absolutely awesome!" She articulates wildly with her arms, her firm breasts bobbing just a little in time with her movements. “He was, like, everywhere. Does it always feel like that?” But she doesn't wait for an answer from Millie, but fires up more questions. All the pent-up **** is now breaking free and gushing out of Susan in a continual torrent of words. Millie holds her tight stomach laughing and throws in a few words of affirmation every now and then.

"As I can see, my ladies are doing very well", you are pleased, but are not prepared for the sensation of feeling four pairs of bright eyes on you. Sleeping with Susan and Claire was very special even for you in this situation. If you tried to keep your circle of friends as small as possible at the beginning, you gladly gave up on this attempt now. The exuberance of Susan and the satisfied smile of Claire show you that there's nothing wrong with liking... loving these girls. You always thought your future girlfriend would be like Megan. Even then you had to smile about it. But there is still something true about it that you wish a lot in life. You want tenderness, security and some times dominance too. Megan understands like no other how to give this to you, but you also felt drawn to her for another reason. She also looks up to and confides in you. The week here has shown you that you two are more alike than you could even imagine and that brings challenges of its own for your beloved wombat. Under normal circumstances, Megan, as the centerpiece of your world, would have to adapt to you just as you adapt to her. Now she has the luxury of being able to easily outsource certain requirements that you impose on your relationship. You have to smile. What would be fatal for a relationship under these normal conditions turns out to be a real godsend. While you are watching the four girls you do not miss the simplicity with which your life seems to unfold in front of you. Susan, Claire and Emma have taken over their very own corners of your world and while Megan stands next to you, accompanies you into the new areas, Maureen watches over everything and ensures with her own way that you do not get bogged down. Denise also makes sure that your protective instinct is fulfilled and so, together with Millie, every area of ​​your life is covered by a person for whom you feel so much that it almost drives you crazy.

And it should be like this and not otherwise. This is how it has to be if you want to give something back to the people you love above all else. The girls who fell in love with you because you take care of them always look at you with those grateful eyes. But it is you who owe them the world. Not you, but they built it and allow you to live a life that some can only dream of.

While you are once again wondering about your luck, Denise carefully inserts two fingers into Claire. The young girl groans in satisfaction but your eyes take on something that you can only recognize as a feeling of discomfort. Maybe the new situation overwhelmed her. Memories of the first night with Emma appear to you and immediately afterward the cool fabric of the sheets meets your knees. Smoothly you get down between the girls whose eyes are fixed on you.

"What's wrong Claire?" you ask the girl who is startled when she realizes that you can see inside her head, but immediately afterward is relaxed again when she also realizes that this is exactly what she always wanted. She looks down at herself, between her delicate breasts at the hand of Denise, which remains motionless in her new friend. Denise is also following you intently and waiting for a command. With your hand on her shoulder you calm the blonde girl and fixate the brown-haired one with your eyes. Claire struggles with herself at first, trying to find words in this new situation.

"I still feel kind of... empty," she finally replies, making Millie and Susan giggle.

"We understand you" laughs her sister and is pushed towards you by yours. Susan is just as light as Millie and you only feel her body heat on your back, hardly her actual weight. But you will never get bored of the soft pressure of two breasts and the feeling of stiff nipples.

"Do you want to do it again?" you ask and actually have to grin. Claire blushes.

"I don't mean that," mumbles the youngest McKinley and looks at you bravely. She is visibly embarrassed to refuse your offer, but secretly you are also happy about it. You may have one more load in you, two at most, before turning to dust.

"What is it then?" you ask and watch with delight how the little head in front of you starts to work. Claire tries hard, doing her best as always, but having sex with her new boyfriend isn't a math test. It takes a while for the girl to find her words.

"Mmh. So... It's not that I would be empty without you..." She opens her eyes and looks at you puzzled. "Um, well ... of course."

"All good" you reassure her while Denise lies down on your lap and you put your hand on her stomach. Claire swallows hard and nods.

"So..." You grin in amusement. “Having... intercourse with you was… really nice. You filled the emptiness in me... But…“ After that nothing comes and Claire just looks at you blankly. You suspect that she might be a little overwhelmed after all the new experiences. You gently put Denise in the sheets and climb over outstretched legs and arms towards Claire, who is peeking at your body with her head bowed.

"Come here." You spread your arms and Claire leans against your shoulder with all of her weight. An initially superficial hug turns into an intimate, firm and warm embrace. Then a kiss, first chaste, then more and more demanding. You let Claire take the lead, let her experiment, and see what she seems to like and what she doesn't. It doesn't take long and your girlfriend also gets the idea to act something out. A kiss turns into a tender desire for something more and the mutual gaze between her slightly spread thighs and the moisture in between. Claire blushes again when you tell her with an apologetic expression why Denise has to clean her up first, but the girl just grins, kisses you on the cheek and then dives between her friend's thighs with an 'Everything my owner wants from me'. Claire makes big eyes as Denise sucks and licks her and you distract her with your fingers on her chest until Denise comes back up with a satisfied grin. She wipes the corner of her mouth with her finger and Susan is curious to taste you.

"Just relax," you advise Claire, although you don't really feel like a block of ice at the sight of her licked pussy. "Breath deep. You have all the time in the world and I'm not going anywhere.” Your words seem to work and soon after, Claire McKinley tenses for a completely different reason. Millie and Susan support her and Denise caress her whole body while the girl's head swings weakly from side to side.

"Wow..." she just breaths but continues to concentrate on breathing. "Wow..." Claire tastes fantastic and your tongue feels at home in her warm hole. Soon the usual twitching sets in and shows you that you are doing your thing right. Even though the girls are all different and have their own place in your head, the similarities between them are kind of cute. Claire acts very much like Susan or Millie, grabs your hair and leans over your body trying to somehow get away but at the same time stay close to you.

To see a girl turn off her brain for a moment is always an overwhelming experience and you really want to show Claire (and her sister too) that they don't have to be the nice schoolgirl with you. Even if you get turned on by it, playing it is one thing, being it is another. You wrap your arms around the slim hips of your playmate, get up on your knees and press your head firmly against her wet folds. Claire moans loud and rough, a sound you don't expect from her, but you give it a warm welcome. Her legs twitch, press into the layers, crumple it and pull traces through the fabric as you let your tongue run. You push her further and further across the bed until her body, trembling with pleasure, reaches the wall of the room.

If the sex with five... now seven! girls has taught you something, then that you can read the signs of those you pleasure quite well. You notice that Claire is not there yet and at the thought of not completely satisfying a girl in your harem after only a week, you feel something rare, selfish boil up in you. As selfish as it can be, not being able to accept that Claire is not completely satisfied.

"Oh God Finn!" Gasps the girl breathlessly as you push her up the wall with your body under her. The light figure sits on your shoulders and tries somehow to cling to the smooth wallpaper while your strong arms hold her in place. The other girls watch with big eyes as Claire hikes higher and higher until you rest on your knees, your head between her thighs and your tongue in paradise. Then you feel a slim, supple body between your legs, two careful hands wrap your spear and begin to jerk it slowly and carefully, then faster and faster. Your moaning penetrates into delightful shock waves in Claire, who tries hard to tear your hair out of your head in clumps. "Finn I... love... Oh God... God..." Her voice is getting more and more shrill while you realize that it will soon be time for her.

And then it happens. Claire starts twitching at you, her legs kicking and slapping against your back, her hands holding you on the head and pressing tightly on your ears. Her juice runs down your chin and you are more machine than man, lick her mercilessly and despise you and your own lust. Her head is light and when Claire comes she is as free and liberated as you wanted her to be.

"That feels so good... D... Daddy!" She screeches so loud that you can hear it through her tender, shaking hands over your ears. Then it's over. The body above you goes limp, the hands under you reluctantly pull back and you can slide Claire down the wall and sink into your arms. Her eyes are closed and it looks like she is sleeping. You hold her in your arms and look down at her naked, sweaty body. You feel... just right.

"Are you okay?" Millie comes next to you and leans on your shoulder. "She passed out" she giggles and her hair tickles your side. Together you look down at the sleeping girl.

"Did I just hear that right?" you want to know in a gray voice. You don't know how to feel about Claire speaking to you in such a way. Then you look over your shoulder at Denise. Satisfied, she has folded her hands over her nose and draws in your scent.

“They always say you need a pet before you have children,” mumbles your sister and is once again ahead of you. Susan, who is crouching next to Denise, looks at you deeply. You gently place the petite body in your arms in the pillows. It doesn't look like Claire is coming to her senses anytime soon. You carefully wrap her in the blanket and brush the hair off her face.

"Sleep well Bubbles" you whisper and kiss her forehead. Then you turn around and see the same exhaustion in the looks of the other girls.

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It had 'cost' you seven kisses, three hugs and five tender gestures, but now you stand in front of the door of your room fully dressed, realizing that there will probably be hardly any space left in your bed. Your escapades have pretty much mixed up the dynamics of the sleeping places in the house.

You could just wish Susan a good night and assure her that the two of you are really a couple now. 'Like Really with kisses and everything else.' For Denise you gave yourself the most amount of time and gave her a good boost for the coming day. She always likes to hear when you are grateful to her and only her own tiredness prevented her from blushing again. Now she lies in the room behind you, one hand in front of her nose so that your smell accompanies her into her dreams. Of all four Millie was the one who was still most excited after completing her plan, but she is also a perfect little sister and has wrapped herself in the blanket too. A big kiss later you're standing here, alone.

Slowly you stumble down the stairs on stiff legs and find Megan, Maureen and Rachel in front of the TV. All three have already got ready for bed, wearing long shirts and comfortable pants. Only Megan probably wanted to tease you a bit and is wearing a tight-fitting pair of your boxer shorts and your favorite shirt. Bit maybe that is so because she gave her sister her favorite Shirt, namely yours.

"Are you okay up there?" Megan asks, arches her back and pulls you over her for a kiss. You nod and give Maureen the same amount of attention.

"Emma is already upstairs," says your big sister after the kiss. "She sends naughty greetings." The three of you giggle, but it doesn't take long for Rachel to get in too.

"So Lynchwood," she asks with a barely restrained grin. "How was the birthday week?"

"Stressful" you laugh and almost catch one punch of Megan. You can avoid her, but now are within striking distance of Maureen, who visibly enjoys teasing her little brother.

"Seriously. At some point someone has to explain to me why I deserve all of this," you mumble honestly and Rachel nods.

"Has Carrie already told you?" asks the young Huerta then. You shake your head. “Of course,” she growls. “Otherwise she likes to do it so much.” Then she shrugs her shoulders. Megan and Maureen giggle. "You already know that Karen is into you?" The time when you would have just babbled something nervous is long gone.

You only say “I know”. Megan takes your arm and kisses you gently on the palm. The time when she had to explain how valuable you are to her and all the other girls in your harem is long gone. Rachel nods happily.

"I'm glad I wasn't wrong about you buddy." Then she turns completely around to you. “My offer stays the same. If you ever need help to take care of all the pussies, just get in touch."

"Do you want to help him fuck us?" laughs Maureen and then chokes at her words "Uh... make love, I wanted to say." She grins at you embarrassed while Megan laughs heartily.

"Oh come on. It doesn't matter with sex bombs like you,” Rachel replies, but you doubt it a bit. You can't get her breasts out of your head either. "But it could be worth it for all of you if someone spends time with your stud who doesn't jump on him right away." Rachel winks at you.

"Actually a good idea" comes it from Megan - whoever else? "Keep her warm darling," she whistles at you and nudges Rachel with her shoulder. You play a salute, but also find the idea plausible.

"If my schedule allows, I'll think about it," you reply and grin. "But Rachel, please understand that these girls are my life for the time being."

“Not a thing Lynchwood. But you also understand that you will need my help much sooner than you think?" You promise to think about it and here, too, you do not doubt the truthfulness of her words. Not with two new girls who you want to show how simple the world can be when only love is involved.

"We're going to jump into bed in a minute" your wombat informs you while the credits of a crime series are running on the television. "What about you?" It's a perfectly normal question, but it hits you off guard. The last few days have been really intense and you've already forgotten what it feels like to think about yourself. Only now do you see the meaning behind the words Rachel spoke.

First, you think about going to bed with the girls upstairs, then Emma comes to your mind, then your sisters. Each of the seven girls would like to have you with her and each of the seven girls would also be willing to let you go to someone else. It's not the lack of people you care about that makes you struggle with the answer. Tomorrow you will be back in your normal life and have normal tasks. But nothing in your life is normal, none of your tasks unimportant. The realization hits you unprepared: You have reached your goal. Everything is just as you always wanted it to be, even better, seven times better. A new life starts tomorrow. From tomorrow everything will change. You're not scared when you think about it, it's more like knowing that your car has to go to the workshop. Something that is just the way it is but the anticipation of being able to roar around again soon drives you. It's the normality of the situation, Denise and her brother, Maureen and your mother, Claire and Susan and their stressful lives... and Millie.

"There is actually one more thing that I have to clarify," you answer your sister. Again you kiss the two girls you can call girlfriends. Then you put on your shoes and leave the house.

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The sun has set a long time ago and only the memory of its glow shimmers almost invisibly over the lake. Everything is quiet, a gentle breeze brushes over the water and plays around your body. It takes a while for your eyes to get used to the darkness, after which you perceive your surroundings in the dim light of the waning moon.

There is the blackened spot in the sand where the campfire burned. Some charred branches lying around in the sand. You will never forget how Susan looked at you when she gave you her innocence. So full of confidence and hope for the future. How she clenched her teeth and the smell of her skin when you kissed her.

There's the log you sat on with Emma and Carrie. Hardly anyone has as much patience with you and your difficulties as Emma, ​​hardly anyone sacrifices so much for you. The grunt when she is embarrassed, the way her hair falls into her face and the way she presses her fingers together in front of it until only the tip of her nose sticks out. The world is reflected in her glasses and you can only see yourself in them when you talk to her.

There is the place that you will forever remember with failure and the heroism of Emma. If you ever wonder why you are in the world, if you ever think you don't owe your girls just anything, this is the place you'll remember. With the right care, something good can grow out of fear, anger and sadness. Not you cared for Emma, but ​​her care made you grow into something that is now protective of Claire and Susan and the others.

There is the beach. The place where you saw so many beauties. Susan, Denise, Rachel and Karen and all of her glourious breasts. The future will be bright and beautiful as sure as tomorrow morning the sun will rise.

There is the bench on which you and Maureen snuggled up and take the best nap of all after she had arrived in your life.

And there, in the warm, bright sand, is the place where your adventure began. It all started with Millie, your princess. The corners of your mouth twitch up as you slowly walk over to the spot.

It wasn't long ago but it feels like a bloody year. You can still feel the fabric of your jacket on your back, the sand on your feet. Your sister's lips were so soft, they still are. With every kiss from her, you feel like you're burning and freezing terribly at the same time. Whenever she touches you, you go crazy with joy. It all started with Millie.

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And with Millie, it will all end. You can see her shy smile even in the deepest darkness and like always your little, wonderful princess lights up the night while she strolls towards you with her arms coyly folded behind her back and her sneakers gently brushing over the grass.

But something is different. Nothing about Millie is small anymore. For you, she is larger than life, beautiful, a tremendous sight. She is cheerful, curious, happy and appeased. You are simply happy that she is there, your wonder of the world. Your dream of flying.

"Shall I leave you alone?" she asks very quietly and looks at you while you are standing on the lawn and look at her like as if you have never really seen her. You can't speak. She is so beautiful, fragile and... You shake your head, hold out your hand. It's a pleading, not a command. You ask her and she grants your wish. She takes your hand and warmth spreads inside you as you feel her fingers in your palm. You don't know if she understands what has changed between you, how you have changed. You don't know if she understands that it is you who needs her now. That is it you who is afraid of losing her. Your dream of flying. Together you sit in the sand, on the patch of ground that means so much to you, and stare out at the lake. Millie leans against you, her hair falling over your shoulders, smelling of peach, her breath of peppermint toothpaste. "Thank you for being there BB" she whispers contentedly. Immediately the wheels start running in your head. Almost two decades of training have made you the brother Millie fell in love with. But not now.

"No Millie. Thank you.” Your sister looks at you. It's time you made it clear to her one last time who she actually is. One last act solely as a brother.

"What do you mean by that?" She too is used to being your little sister. It's been as long as she can remember.

"You have changed Millie." You gently pat her back. She only wears a shirt and boyshorts with sneakers and socks that she has only poorly tied to check on you quickly. "You're not my little sister anymore." She looks at you with big eyes as you kiss her tenderly on the forehead. “You have become so much more. You are my sister, my princess, my Little One, my companion, protector, my general and supreme commander.” You giggle to yourself, everything is now running automatically again. “You are so incredibly important to me. But you are no longer weak. I don't have to protect you anymore. From now on it's you who will take care of me.” Millie looks at you questioningly, but then it increasingly dawns on her. The expression on her face changes to something that even you cannot read. Anyway, it is the first time in her life that she has such thoughts. "From now on you can take care of these things yourself Millie and nothing makes me prouder than to see how you manage life. I am so happy that I was allowed to stand by your side while you became what I always wanted for you."

Your words are the truth. It took you a long time to finally see it. Maybe too long. Millie has always been like a treasure to you, but now there is no longer any reason to guard her like Smaug. You don't want to turn yourself into a monster, you want to help your princess to found her own kingdom. You are already looking for words to convey your thoughts to her in a not so funny way, you want to tell her how much pride you feel and are already looking for units of measurement that can describe what you feel, when Millie comes to you in one of her innocent-looking, somewhat bumpy presented , but all the more meaningful gestures beforehand.

It is she, all by herself, who holds on to your shoulders, pulls you up to her and puts her lips on yours. Again you see music and hear colors as your lips come together. You embrace your first girlfriend in your arms and hope that you never have to let go of her. Fortunately, Millie is stronger than you and finds a nice way to break away from you with a quiet giggle. And so you can accept that she will go her own way as you have always wanted. She seems so happy, not because of you, but through you.

“You are so strong,” you whisper. “I can let you go. I can do it.” Okay, you're more likely to say that to yourself than to your sister, but this time you got the point out well. Of course there is a shadow on her face and of course she doesn't want to admit it. But of course she is clever, brave and confident and understands what to do to comfort her stupid, fearful and lovesick brother at this important moment.

For you it was actually always nicer to feel Millie on you than to be in her. Of course, the sex with her is wonderful. Her tightness that wraps around you every time, her moisture that forms between her firm thighs just through the thought of you and the pleasurable but suppressed moan when she experiences her climax through you and the thoughts of you. But Mille is also your sister, something Emma first had to show you through her sacrifices for you, Megan and Millie. And as a brother, you always loved it when she sat on your lap. Even then, but especially after you finally got to kiss her.

And now Millie is sitting on you too. She seems so fragile to you and yet the slightest pressure on your shoulders is enough for you to follow her instructions. Again you feel the cool ground on your back, the sand tickles your neck and the sun and warmth shine through the night from above because of her.

Millie sits on top of you, legs apart, about level with your belly button, hands on your chest. Her knees press against you and her hair falls over her shoulders. You look at each other for a long time, she reads you like a book, but you lose yourself in her beauty and the knowledge that she will conquer the world. She doesn't need you and that makes you happy. Finally.

“I don't want that,” she says with a firm voice, but still as soft and fragile as a summer breeze. Her voice penetrates and fills you.

"Millie..." But she shakes her head, is very quiet and calm, knows what she is doing.

"I don't want that." Then she slides down, concentrates and unties your pants with a learned ease. You do not protest. If that's what Millie wants, she'll get it from you. Even if your head can no longer process all of this. It does not take long. Millie has seen it enough times and done it herself a lot more often. Still, she doesn't lift off of you when your cock comes out. "I don't want that." Her warm hand closes around your spear and moves slowly. It is not her movement that makes you stiffen, but her gaze that, after making sure that she is doing everything right, attaches itself to your eyes and captivates your gaze. It doesn't take long and you are so stiff as if you haven't had sex in years. Your princess doesn't pay attention to the center of your body and only focuses on your face.

Slowly and with closed, trusting eyes, she leans down to you. The kiss is different but exactly the same as all others else with her. Tender, loving... but this time also a little more demanding. Just a touch more pressure on your lips reveals her intentions. After a long time she opens her eyes, but does not let your lips free, and looks deep into your soul. Then she licks her lips as she moves just a few inches away from you. Your eyes are wet and you can feel her fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt.

"You are so good to me," she whispers so softly that you can almost only hear it in your head. Her voice lets you hear music where there isn't. "You're my brother." She pulls her pants down as low as she can and through the gap between the zipper and the pants you can see the area of ​​your little sister with which you have already become so familiar.

Your spear touches her skin, brushing her abdomen as she lifts up slightly and grasps you with one delicate hand while the other rests gently but firm on your cheek. She seems as confident and satisfied as she feels you. Then you feel the warm wetness between her thighs and the pressure you need to penetrate her. Millie helps you, uses everything she has learned from you and the other girls during the week. She shudders and the trembling starts at the point where she melts, wanders up over her back, along her arms, up the neck to her nose that wrinkles as your princess sinks down on you. She takes her time, enjoys being around you. Neither of you looks at the clock when Millie does not move for over two minutes, feels you in her and fixes your gaze on herself with wide open eyes. You only blink a few times and it is harder for you to focus your eyes than for her.

"You are my brother Finn," she says again with all clarity as her buttocks settle into the gap between your thighs. "My BB." Then she begins to move slowly and your world becomes blurred. You get into a wonderful vortex that washes away all your worries, but the quiet voice of your sister brings you back into a world that only becomes perfect through her and the girls you love. "I don't want that," she says again as her hips move back and forth almost on their own with slow movements. You suppress a moan and try to focus on her, which is not really easy. Millie feels fantastic as she massages you with her walls and glides her fingers over your body.

"I love you" you press out between your teeth and look up at your princess. A loyal knight in her service who fought dragons for her, took castles and dedicated himself, body and soul, to this person. And Millie rewards you for your loyalty, doing the greatest service she can.

"I love you too, BB. Finn.“ She closes her eyes briefly, moves her hips sideways and enjoys how you stretch her insides. Then your eyes meet again. “I love you all my life. You are the love of my life. Ah...“ She moves a little faster and your hands go to her hips and hold onto her for dear life. “Everything I am I am because of you. You gave me everything.” Again she bends down to you, her hair falling on your faces and locking you in your own world. "I am so grateful to you for everything you have done for me." Her peppermint breathing rises into your nostrils as she puts her lips on your cheek. Then she rises again and looks up at the shimmering sky under which you have made her a woman. In more ways than one. In every sense. The stars show your merit in the miracle upon you. "But I'm your little sister." You almost expect her to say now, you shouldn't have sex anymore. A little strange while you're in her right now.

“And I your brother. I ha... just want you to be fine."

"Mmh... it is BB. I… ha… ha… I love you and… mmh… that will never change.” Millie tenses up and forces herself to stop moving. There are more important things now than that. "I love you BB and I am grateful to you for what you are doing for me." She clasps your cheeks in her hands and balances on your stiff stand while she looks at you. "But that doesn't mean we're moving away from each other."

"I don't want to hold you back Millie," you sniff, overwhelmed by your emotions. "If you stay with me, then..."

“Then I'll be happy. Brother, believe me. You made me strong.” Her upper body comes to rest on top of you and your noses are almost touching. “You're right brother. I couldn't achieve any of this without you. And now that I'm here..." She takes a short look around, a glimpse at her wonderful world. "I can go on without you. You made me strong, smart, self-confident and beautiful.” Her hands caress your cheeks and tickle your ears, they come to rest on your head and at this moment you are connected with Millie both physically and mentally. Her lap on yours, her heart on your chest and her head right in front of yours. "Maybe I don't need you like I used to, but Finn..."

"Millie." Her name sounds so pleasant.

“Finn, I want you. Do you hear me? I want you. You are the man I want to spend my life with. Not because I need you, but because I want you.” Your sobs echo across the lake, but nobody cares. Millie is crying too. “I've made up my mind for you since the day I first saw you. First you were my Big Protector, then my Big Brother, then my BB.” She can't take it anymore and her lips, salty with tears, press themselves long and hard on yours. No tongue, no moans, just closeness and trust. You too notice how you change, how Millie changes you. You feel it almost physically. “And now you are my boyfriend Finn. You are everything I want. My friend, brother, protector and knight."

"I love you so much, Millie."

"And I love you." Another kiss, much nicer and more intense than anything before. "And I will always choose you again."

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Of course the two of you still have sex that evening. It takes astonishingly long but neither of you looks at the clock or wonders whether it is due to your exhaustion or at least the will from Millie to feel you in her for as long as possible.

Finally, you clasp her with the strength that she has sparked in you and come to an orgasm that almost makes you pass out. Millie looks so proud and overjoyed at you. And it doesn't bother you or her that she didn't come before you this time. In a hoarse voice, you offer her to return the favor. For this girl, you'd drink gallons of cum just to see her smile. But she shakes her head.

"I have everything I need." It is you who help her to her feet and together you see the patch of sand where it all happened. "Please never stop being there for me, okay?"

You promise her “never” and she leans against you contentedly.

"It's not about 'needing', Finn," she explains quietly and sounds so grown-up. Yet she is still there, your little sister and the meaning in your life that you longed for and that you were so afraid of losing. “I want to be your little sister. Only now I'm not sad anymore.” Then she looks at you and pulls herself up a bit on you. "Everything because of you" she explains and embodies the fragile, loving being who finds support in you. Then she takes hold of your hand and leads you back into the house, very much the strong being that you have helped to create.

Once inside, you notice that everyone is already asleep. The few girls in whom your dick has not yet stuck have withdrawn to their room together with Emma ​​and Maureen is breathing softly on the couch. You don't have the heart to wake her up and while Millie sneaks quietly upstairs, you give your oldest sister a quick peck on the cheek. She mumbles something incomprehensible in her sleep and then turns on her side with a satisfied grunt. You look around in the room one last time and then go upstairs to the bathroom.

There you lean on the sink and look at your reflection, your drill sergeant. Neither of you say anything. Then you both smile contentedly and wink at each other. One has worked against the other for far too long, that's over now. No more hiding from your sisters. No more holding back from Emma, Denise, Claire and Susan. And just because you can: "Fuck." Then you walk quietly across the hallway, peek into your room and make sure that the three girls are sleeping peacefully in it. Denise has curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed and Susan and Claire lay arm in arm next to each other. You whisper 'good night' to them too and then go into the room that Millie and Megan are occupying.

The two are lying in bed and are talking quietly to each other. As you slip through the door they fall silent and look at you. You exchange a weary smile and without saying a word you undress yourself naked, join your sisters who are also not wearing clothes, and lie down between them. Immediately legs wrap around you, arms rest on your chest and heads on your shoulders. Without saying a word, you close your eyes and fall asleep almost immediately.

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Muffled voices wake you up the next morning. Millie and Megan are getting dressed, both got up at the same time, but apparently already had a chance to shower and freshen up. You yourself stink like a polecat, which Megan says in your face and makes Millie giggle.

Your shower is delayed by a number of girls, all of them your beloved ones, who, on the advice of Maureen, decide to introduce a new ritual. The girls have pooled their resources and are now standing in a clean row in the bathroom, each with a morning-after pill in one hand and a cup of water in the other. Under your watchful eye, Susan and Claire join the ritual and forge the first ties between themselves and the other members of your harem, which makes you very happy. Then you are pushed into the shower and while cold water runs down your back, the house gets whipped into shape with everyone's effort.

"Typically Finn again," Rachel growls teasingly while Carrie takes her humor seriously. "The only man in the house and lets the girls do all the work." You don't pick up the joke but also help. The house looks terrible. Not quite as bad as after Maureen was here alone, but still as if a dozen teenagers had had wild orgies here for a week. As a last-ditch effort for your father and stepmother, you leave the house, all the rooms, and even the property... acceptable.

And then it's time to leave.

The girls squeeze into the two cars again, the constellation is the same as when you arrived. Only you are still missing. You step to the lake one last time, bury your feet in the sand and look out over the vast blue. It's a farewell, but also a beginning. With your fists on your hips, you allow yourself one final thought. It's for the girls behind you. You see their face in front of you and remember the vows and duties that you have imposed on yourself. That's not new. But you also remember the laughter that made this place your home for a week.

"Finn, are you coming?" You raise your hand and stick your thumb up.

"To a good time," you whisper, just once for yourself. Then you turn around and get into your car.

An inconspicuous cardboard box lies on the dashboard, a similar, equally inconspicuous box lies on the lap of Susan, who is looking at you through the rearview mirror with red cheeks. Claire feels the same way. Melina and Giselle will, unfortunately, have to share the form of your “donor of joy”, just like the sisters. But at least they now have a reason to visit you more often after school as their new history tutor.

A short stop later at a house in which Denise had changed her life and you are on your way to an old, new, wonderful life.

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End of season one.

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So. Now you've made it. Congratulations buddy! I hope you enjoyed the journey and the 107 chapters, 900 pages and approx. 3 million words, made you laugh, smile and everything else you can possibly feel. The week at the lake is now over and a new life awaits Finn, Millie, Megan, Maureen, Emma, Denise, Susan, Claire and the other girls. I thank you personally for your time and for accompanying me on this incredible journey. Without you, I wouldn't have made it. I would have given up long ago and done something different with my life. Instead I'm here, exactly a year later, with so many good experiences, pleasant memories, great discussions and overall the feeling of doing something quite right. It was good for me that I decided to write such stories and I hope I was able to pass on some of this good mood to you. We live in weird... oh, we live in pretty fucked up times. I hope you get along and can somehow enjoy life in some way or another.

Anyway. I'm currently working on several other projects that I'll be releasing over the next few weeks. But of course, the second season of 'Siblings always stick together' is also among them. No worries. I too really want to know how Denise deals with her family, how Maureen gets along in her new life with Finn/you and what Emma and Carrie are up to. So many questions that still need to be answered. As always, I will do my best to give you a great experience. Hehe.

As always, I look forward to your ideas, thoughts and suggestions. That should be clear by now I hope. because many parts of my story are based on the ideas of my readers. I'm just saying Maureen eh? ;)

There will be some changes, however. Among other things, I've been thinking about the length of the chapters and the rate of publishing them in the last few weeks and months, the other potential events in the life of Finn Lynchwood, the general structure of the stories I'll post and... shit... (takes a deep breath), a Patreon / Ko-fi Account.

I'll tell you more about my crazy plans soon. (God, I'm not god with that.)

Now my own focus is on the family for a bit. My stepfather passed away a week ago and I will take care of my mother for a little while. The new version of Imperator Rome has been released and I'm currently creating a scenario for Command: Modern Operations. Lots going on in my life. ;)

But as soon as the pressure in my head gets too big again you will notice it here.

Thank you again for supporting me with what you are giving me. Whether it may be likes, tips, suggestions, criticism or comments or just your precious time. Stay healthy, brave and most of all:

Fly safe.

Blessed by and thankfully for you:

Finn 0815