Shouldn’t have gone into the long grass

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Chapter 70

“Ugh… oh shit…” With a loud groan, I blink into the warm light of a new morning and… I feel fine. Surprisingly well, considering I passed out the night before. I don’t know how to describe it, but for someone who’s been messing around with a divine object without knowing what they were doing… I feel like I’m waking up from a long, restful sleep, lying on soft clouds. My body is relaxed and light.

“Good morning, hubby.” Or maybe I’m still dreaming, in a dreamland, my wonderful wife beside me, hair in her face, with a loving look as if we’d been together for decades, and she still can't get enough of me. “Thank goodness you’re awake.” Her warm body cuddles against me, her legs intertwined with mine while her breasts press against my chest. Her soft fingers gently caress my hair while her big, brown eyes, full of admiration, seek mine. With her mouth slightly open, I see a hint of worry in her lovely face. “We were worried.” A smile spreads across my lips. How can you not smile when you see such a beautiful woman?

“Don’t worry,” I say, sitting up. “I feel fine.” I feel something move on my other side. Denim against my leg and turn my gaze. There’s Mom.

Dressed. At first, I think it’s a dream, but Jasmine’s loving touches tell me the last few moments were real. My wife supports me with her hands while puppy mom starts to squeal and pant. With her tongue hanging out, she jumps on me, nestles her face against my body, and whines in love while I pat her head.

“We had to dress her,” Jasmine informs me with maternal humor, while my mother tries to tuck her head under my arm. “She was so worried about you, I think she almost became her old self again. Wanting to go to the pharmacy or something like that.” We two look down at Mom who is now trying to undress herself in such an adorable way. No human clothes on her puppy skin, so she rubs her body over the blanket and wiggles her body while her feet kick in the air. She squeals and rubs her breasts on the bed to get rid of her top, and I find the strength to help her, undressing her to her underwear.

“There she is,” I laugh as her butt comes out from under her pants. No way she had this sexy little piece all the time. She bought it just for me, this sweet little... Gently and carefully, Jasmine takes off her clothes so that our almost naked mother can snuggle up to me with full devotion. “We’ll make sure you never have to wear clothes in this house again.” With my hand on her back, she calms down and breathes long and contentedly while her eyes remain faithfully and trustingly fixed on me. Her lips taste delicious, but her breath reveals that she stayed by my side all night. “I don’t know exactly what happened,” I confess. “But I’m fine now. Promise.” Jasmine looks at me as if she wants to say something. She even takes a breath and lowers her eyes, but then decides that a wife believes and trusts her husband when he says something.

“Then I’m glad, hubby.” She kisses me, and while puppy mom puts her head on my lap, Jasmine gets up and goes to the window. I follow her sexy body with my eyes. Clad in a silky white dream of a nightgown, bare feet, and slightly tousled hair, my gaze is drawn to the incredible curves of her remarkable body as my wife opens the windows with feminine elegance.

“We’re in your room,” I realize only now, look around, and wonder if a mad rhinoceros bull could be in the room, so focused am I on my big ex-sister’s body. With that blissful smile that I’ve seen on her so often lately, she turns around at the open window.

The morning light gently caresses her body, making her nightgown look like the glow of a sacred apparition. And indeed, she is like a saint, standing there, free from worry about the boy she loves so much, and having finally been able to admit her true, sacred feelings.

“This is your room now, hubby,” she says with a gentle finality that only a feminine woman can muster. She commands through submission, and I follow her, my head and my gaze penetrating the mere fabric between her legs, drawn to the alluring treasure nestled there under the white shadow. Mom stirs slightly as I sit even straighter. Then I feel her cheek against the rising mound under the soft, warm blanket as my bottom sinks into the incredibly soft mattress. Years on the bunk bed in my room, but my back still remembers what it means to sleep comfortably. But when my wife's light body settles beside me, I'm wide awake and alert. “I own nothing in this house anymore.” Again, she leans down to me, her breasts pressing against me, a soft reminder of fabric. Her breasts might be just the most beautiful things on this planet right now, but even if she had just a paint of World War Two mines as tits, rusted and dangerous, I would still love her as I do now. Her words are so full of admiration and trust for me, I don't care what our past lives were like.

I love this woman.

“It’s all yours,” she says and kisses me gently. “Everything here, every woman in this house. You own us all.”

“Then come here,” I order with a gentle smirk. Jasmine is right. I own her. No worries about making her do something she doesn't like. And it's so freeing, simply pointing to my bed, and she obeys. “Sit down.” Of course, she knows what I want. “Show me your tits.” Gently, she raises her hands. Her fingers dig under the velvet fabric of her morning dress, and there they are. “God, honey, you're so beautiful.”

“Thank you, honey. But… maybe…”

“Spread your legs for me.” She obeys again. “Play with yourself,” I order again, breath heavy. She's already red and ready for me. On my knees, I come closer to her. “Open up, honey.”

“Finn… I…” Again, she obeys. But her voice betrays her. This time, something is wrong, and I can hear it. She's worried about obeying me.

Jasmine is my wife. Obedient and devoted. She wouldn't contradict me. Her only way to slow me down is to try to show me with her behavior that something is wrong. This fact alone makes me horny, dominating a grown-up, strong woman so that she doesn't dare to openly oppose me. But this is my real life, not a fantasy. And I love Jasmine.

So I stop.

"What's the matter?" I ask. She looks so cute, sitting there, her breasts exposed, legs spread, her pussy so red it almost screams for rough penetration. But her eyes dart between me, the door, and... my... I look down. "Oh... my..."

I mean, God, my woman is sexy. Round breasts and those slanted eyes.

But this between my legs shouldn't be... me...

I mean, I wasn't the smallest wolf in the pack. But this...

"What is this?" I ask, my face even more worried than Jasmine's. We both look at it, puzzled, how I grew about... I guess five inches... on the four I already had? "Nine inches?"

"Well..." Jasmine sounds almost helpless while Mom nudges her towards me. I let her press her cheek against this Herculean monstrosity. "I mean..." With a helpless shrug, we look at each other while Mom, sweet Mom, opens her mouth wide and takes my glans into her. "Maybe it's only 7.5 inches?" My trusty wifey tries to sound helpful, but we both look down again. "And you've also gotten wider."

"Oh shit..." I moan out of awkward desperation and the hot sensation of sucking lips on my shaft. "Okay... Mom, wait a minute..." I try to push her away, initially successfully, but Mom is a needy bitch and tries to lick me some more, whining and begging with her eyes while her breasts bulge under her sexy dress. "Mom... Okay... Shit. Maybe..."

"Daddy!" The high-pitched scream makes Michelle flinch, and I just manage to turn around in time before my daughter flies herself into my arms. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Daddy is awake!”

Her arms wrap tightly around me, and she presses her face so hard against mine as if she wanted to merge with me.

“You’re awake! I’m so glad! Daddy, I missed you! I was so worried! Daddy!” Instinctively, I wrap my arms around my daughter as she cries into my ear. Jasmine, still half-undressed, comes to stand beside us and helps me to calm Tammy down.

“Daddy is awake now,” she sais, patting her daughter’s head. Eventually, Tammy pulls away from me and sits on my lap, my penis rising between us like a Trident D-5 ballistic missile. From the tight hug, one of Tammy’s lovely breasts slipped out of her top and is now exposed, the lovely girl too excited to notice.

But I notice. And my dick as well.

“I was so worried about you.” Her voice becomes darker, loaden with bad memories of being alone. “You slept so long, and I was so worried.” Her lower lip starts to tremble, genuine relief replaces initial surprise, and Tammy, my sweet angel, is now a person who no longer has to hide her emotions. I realize that she, too, suffered under our previous life. Not like me or Rose, but Tammy, too, had to hide her emotions behind her bratty behavior.

Not anymore.

“Dady-hy-hyyyy…” she whimpers, sobbing heavily against my chest. Again, she embraces me, clinging tightly. “Please don’t leave me, Da-dy-hy. Pleeeaaaa….”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I whisper, caressing her skin. I’m rock hard, but Tammy is soft and fragile, and I do the right thing and comfort her. No fucking this morning, it seems, not with Jasmine, not with Tammy. And Mom still nibbles on my cockhead, pressing between the sobbing daughter and the gentle daddy. It’s so hard to focus, but I manage and speak to my daughter. “Daddy isn’t going to leave you.” Sobbing, her eyes wet with beautiful tears, she smiles at me.

“Pwomise?” she sobs, and this time it might be her constricted throat, not her cute baby voice. I nod and smile. She sniffles and shakes her head slightly. “Pinky promise?”

God, I love this girl.

“Pinky promise,” I laugh, holding her with my arm while my free hand performs the most sacred of girlish rituals. “I’m here for you. Always.”

And I know I’m not lying to her. You can’t lie to such a sweet face, and I want to be a good father for her. A father who never lies, yes. But also a father who apparently doesn't read everything on the MCD screen.

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“Well… fuck it…” I mutter as I look at the screen.

“Mmmm…” Tammy coos. “Tempting Daddy.” Then she reaches down towards the bobbing head of her former mother. “Shush, puppy. Tammy wants to give him a blowie now.” She’s already on her knees as the door to the room swings open. Everyone looks at the sudden intrusion.

And there she stands. The last of my women.

And she is absolutely, defenitly pissed.

“Eh... Hey S-Sis,” I wave shyly like an idiot. “N-Nice sweater.” Actually, she looks really cute, especially for a girl whose every inch of her naked body I know so well. But at the same time, given how risky she chooses to dress for me, this itchy colorful thing almost looks like a **** attempt to shield herself from the outside world.

“Nice sweater?” she asks, as if I were retarded. "What the..." Helplessly, with our mom’s lips on my dick, Tammy on my chest like a cute little koala bear and Jasmine by my side, I can only shrug. Rose doesn't care. Her voice is soft like thunder. “You… lousy… little…” She takes a step, and another. All eyes are on her. “Fucking…” And then she pounces on me like a raptor in the long grass. “You dumb fucking piece of shit!” I manage to push Tammy away just in time. Mom screams and jumps aside while Jasmine holds her daughter in her arms. Now Rose is sitting on me, the only one in the room fully clothed. Especially with an angry red face while she hits me with all her female strength.

God, that's cute, is all I can think while her fists grip the edges of her oversized sweatshirt and hit me so gently that I almost laugh.

“I’m going to kill you, you fucking retarded pig!”

Okay, now I have to laugh. Big mistake.

“How dare you do something like that!” Rose is reeeeally angry. She's not playing and I see pure panic in her eyes. I stop laughing. “How stupid are you? How retarded are you? What were you thinking? You fucking FUCK!”

“Rose,” I say, making a feeble attempt not to laugh, not to sound stern, and not to sound paternal to a girl who has seen her big brother fall. Next to me, Tammy nervously gnaws on her fingernails, and Mom retreats nervously into a corner of the large room while I wriggle like a ninja. Finally, I get one arm free, then the other, while I feel Rose's blows deep in my chest. In time with my heartbeat, she hits me, desperately. It seems to me as if she wants proof that I'm still alive. She's hitting me in a womanly way, mostly with the palms of her hands, while she's sitting on me and pressing my penis between her thighs.

Finally, I manage to overpower her. Rose curses and bites and scratches and hits, and I realize that this morning isn't about sex.

Tammy, Jasmine, Michelle, and now Rose.

They're afraid I might disappear. They saw me collapse like a chess player in a heavyweight boxing match. I overdid it, went too far. I didn't take the MCD seriously, and Rose, still the only one who knows what this whole wonderful thing is about, saw what happened. Jasmine, Tammy, and Michelle also saw it, but for them, it must have been even more traumatic. Their lives have changed so much in such a short time. What has happened in the weeks since I first slept with Rose? I made Rose my partner. Once we told each other how we felt about each other. I took everything from Tammy and gave her much more. A short moment with me is enough to get her through the day, and when I hold her in my arms, it's perfect for both of us. Jasmine, so gentle and feminine. No job. She hasn't worked in weeks. Mom, too. This family needs me, and last night they saw me fall.

I still remember exactly what Rose told me on our first time, after we bought her emergency contraceptive pill together.

She said I shouldn't respect her, not her wishes, not her as a person. She didn't deserve it.

But Rose is just a human being. A wonderful, loving, gentle, fuckable human being. She makes mistakes. I make mistakes. But this time, while she hits me, I'm the one who has the opportunity to make it right.

“Let me go you fucking….” It doesn't take much to subdue Rose. She's a girl and I'm a man. But she doesn't give up. Where my little girl, my obedient wife, and my sweet puppy would have already surrendered, Rose continues to fight.

"Ouch, damn it..." Her teeth dig into my neck like a fucking vampire, and I decide to throw her onto her back. Our family watches in shock as I roughhandle Rose. Her hair is plastered to her face, and it almost looks like fire is crackling in her eyes while I ruffle her wide sweater and her long socks cling to her dainty feet. "I'm here, Rose!" I bellow to suppress her screams of furious rage. "I'm not leaving. I'm here with you, Rose!"

"You stupid idiot, of course you're going to leave me!" she screams into my chest as I press my body onto hers. Okay, maybe the sweater is a bit itchy bit I don't care. I push her down into the soft sheets and cradle her head. Partly I'm restraining her, partly I'm comforting her.

"I will not leave you!" I scream back, while Rose's rage continues to escalate. She kicks her legs, bites me again...

And then she hugs me.

Her fingernails scratch painfully across my back, but she smells me, feels my body against hers, my warmth mingling with hers. Our breaths intertwine, and our hearts beat in unison.

"I'm sorry, Rose," I say into her ear. No kissing, no grabbing. Just holding. Just loving. "We're meant for each other, Rose. Nothing can change that." I'm not even sure she can understand me, so deep I press her head into the soft sheets of Jasmine's, now my bed. But my little devil sister Rose can feel me in her heart. "I'm with you. I swear," I whisper. "I will never do that to you again. And you're right. I'm an idiot. But I'll listen to you. You're so, so important to me. I will never, ever let you think again you've lost me. I will stay with you. Forever!" Her legs wrap around my waist. The blanket has wrapped around us, squeezing my legs together, but Rose clings to me with such strength that she won't let go. And I love it. "You have a family now, Rose. We are family now. We all are! You're not alone anymore. Never in your life will you be alone. I promise. Rose, I promise. I. Will. Stay. With. You." And somewhere in my torrent of words, I feel a tear roll down my cheek. The thought of not having Rose is too much for me. "I'm so sorry you had to see that. It must have been so awful for you. But I promise you, I will never let you be lonely again."

And then there's nothing more for me to say.

Nothing happens.

We look at each other...

And then...

Rose begins to cry.

Loudly.

Hart.

And so ugly sweet.

It's a long, drawn-out, almost animalistic wail. She whimpers, her body trembling as she gasps for breath.

Then it's a wounded scream that sounds, in my embrace, as if it's coming through an old radio. Again and again she screams her pain away. Her fear.

Then she whimpers again, pressing herself so tightly against me that I almost can't breathe.

And I hold her.

Just like her, I cling to my sister. It gets uncomfortably hot under the blanket, but all I can feel is Rose. I smell her hair and I taste her tears on my face; we are so close.

Years of fear, despair, and neglect are pouring out of my sweet angelic Rose. Years in which she had only herself to rely on till I came into her life with the MCD. I feel no pride. We had a lot of fun, we were horny and enjoyed our bodies and souls. But in the end, there was this feeling of having drifted on the open sea for too long, and finally seeing the shore. We were both exhausted. We were happy. But Rose was weak. Her spirit was strong, but now her body is collapsing as we have finally reached the shore. Where our family is waiting with open arms.

I made my piece with them. Not Rose.

Till now.

Now, there is no anger anymore. I feel it as her crying turns into happy tears. She breathes faster, taking in more air, but she isn't hyperventilating. God, this girl is hot. Not just sexually, but physically. She almost cooks me with her body heat. But I don't run away, I hold her. Girls are made to give heat off their bodies to the people they love. And Rose fills me with her love.

"You will never be alone, Rose," I promise again, the words she needs to hear.

The words she needs to trust. Because we are family. Not just her and me. Tammy, Michelle, and Jasmine are also here. The people who made us, me and Rose, into who we are now. And the people who helped Rose and me become the people we are on this bed, my big, wonderful sister.

You can't always choose your family. Sometimes you just get dealt a bad hand.

But you can always choose not to give up. You can choose to fight. Rose is a fighter. Tammy is, too. And I think I am, as well.

And Mom and Jasmine aren't our enemies anymore. I know that, and I'm content with my role as the central figure in this new family that has changed so much—for the better. We're all together, bound together by me and the lives we've been given.

But Jasmine isn't just my loyal wife. Tammy isn't just my sweet princess. And Michelle isn't just my little puppy. They are people, real people, and I respect them for making their own decisions within their means. I help because that's my job. And my women are grateful for it.

But above all, Rose, free and strong as she is, has to decide to let the ghosts of the past rest.

And even though I ran into the tall grass with the raptors, stupidly, without understanding the MCD, even though I scared my family, I hope Rose comes to me in the tall grass. To my rescue.

Because even though I think raptors are fucking cool, even though I want to use the MCD, even because it's so powerful, I wish I could hold her hand as she leads me through the grass to safety.

“I need you, Rose, honey,” I whisper, stroking her hair. I could hold her like this forever, caress her, and be there for her. “I want you by my side, and I would do anything for that. I won't leave you.”

And Rose answers.

“Ah huf huu…” It comes softly from under my arm, filling the room with the warmth I also feel. She doesn't need to repeat herself. I understand her, even if I don't understand any of her words.

Rose and I understand each other without words.

I pull her close to me.

“I love you too.”

No idea how much time has passed. Outside the windows, the New York rush hour is over, and the streets are pleasantly empty.

Jasmine is sitting next to me, and I'm holding her hand.

Tammy and Michelle have curled up together next to me, arm in arm. I've never seen mother and daughter do that; they were too busy trying to survive. But pet and daughter are a great team.

And Rose is lying on me. I haven't seen her face since the outburst.

And me?

“Guys?” I ask, tapping Roseon the back of her head. Jamsine and Michelle immediately look at me, and Tammy also raises her head. “Sorry, but…” My chest rises as I smirk. “But I’m burning up here.”

The girls just look at each other helplessly, a helplessness that doesn't contain any negative feelings.

And then Rose starts laughing. Her shoulders move up and down, and I feel her stomach pressing against mine. First softly, then louder and louder. But not too loud. That's not the atmosphere for something like that. Rose pulls herself together and raises her head. She is as bright red as a tomato, and now I'm the one who wants to laugh, but instead I gently stroke her burning, wet cheek.

“I love you,” she says again between tousled strands of hair, dampening her eyes with the hem of her sweater. A glimpse of her soul. I feel her lips move, feel her breath on my skin, a slight moisture. “And please don't make us wait that long again.”

“I'm not that stupid,” I grin, so Rose raises her head and looks at me again. Surrounded by family, nothing can come between us.

“Don’t say that, you moron,” she giggles. “You're not stupid.” My eyebrows shoot up.

“You were the one who…”

“Oh shut up,” Rose laughs. Tammy laughs too. A happy sound. “I know no one who is as warm-hearted, brave, strong, and self-confident as you are. That's why I fell in love with you.” Her gaze wanders across my face, that sweet moment when her face is so close that she has to move her eyes to see me completely, while her fingertips brush over the tingling skin of my cheeks. I would conquer the world just to have her look at me like that a single time more.

“I love you,” I try to put my feelings into words. And she smiles like an angel.

And then she sits up. It takes her a moment, she straightens her back and runs her hands through her hair as if she were in one of those shampoo commercials. From 'I want to be held' to 'I'm the queen of the world' in two minutes. But that's just Rose, a healthy woman.

"And now say it to your family," she orders, with the teasing tone I've come to love over the past few weeks. Her eyes grow big and playfully while she tilts her head and smiles at me. "Not just me, silly." And just like that, she's back to being my bratty little sister. But I'm not ready yet, not as fast or strong as her. I sit up next to her. My back is soaked with sweat from the sheer amount of energy my family has pumped into me, and the sheet underneath me is sticking to my skin. My hands close around Rose's head, the difference in our sizes makes her look small and delicate in my grasp.

"Hey." I gently pat her cheeks. Back to the teasing ways of brother and sister. Teasing until we make love. "Are you okay here?" I smile, she smiles.

“Asking me that... You make me cry again, bro,” she teases me with a lighthearted smile. “I haven’t cried this much in my whole life. Now it’s over.” Then she takes my hands, pulls them away from her face, and looks at her family members. “Thank you guys for… for making this all about me.”

That’s the signal for Jasmine, and I don’t have to do anything for my wife to take her into her arms. Carefully, she sits down next to her on the bed and hugs her sister.

“You deserve it, sister,” she says, hugging her tightly. Then a soft sob escapes her throat, and it’s sweet to see Rose trying, clumsily and awkwardly, to comfort her big sister. “I’m just happy,” Jasmine sobs and sniffles. “Just happy that everything is okay now. Isn’t that what it is? Everything okay? Between us?” And Rose nods, so enthusiastically that her hairstyle is ruined again.

“Everything is okay, Sis. I promise. I’m so happy you finally found the man you love.” The two sisters hug, and at the sight of it, Tammy can’t stand it anymore. The bed is big enough, and so I find myself back in the passionate embrace that had loosened a bit during the conversation with Rose.

“You can help me serve hubby,” Jasmine says, stroking Rose’s body. “And we’ll be like sisters. Finally.”

“We’ll share the work and together make sure your hubby is satisfied and safe and and happy.” Of course, the two women aren’t paying attention to me. But it’s girl talk that I can support, and heat aside, it warms my heart to see Rose and Jasmine finding their way to each other. Finally. Then Michelle jumps on me and kisses my face while her butt wiggles in the air. Rose and Jasmine notice the wiggling and giggle, breaking apart from their hug. “And I’ll take care of you, Mom,” Rose says kindly, patting her back. “You’ll never be alone again, and I’ll have fun feeding you and petting you and teaching you funny tricks.” She looks deeply into her mother’s eyes, caresses her cheek, and ends an animosity that has lasted as long as I and Rose can collectively remember. “And I’m already looking forward to feeling your tongue on my body.” Michelle barks happily and licks Rose on the tip of her nose, then under her eyes, making her squeal. “Yes,” my sister giggles. “There, too.” She rubs her nose against Michelle’s. “But not only there.”

“Daddy?” Tammy gently tugs at my hand. She looks at me innocently, inquiring, asking for permission. “Is this my new mommy now?” She points to Jasmine. “Yes?”

“Yes,” I say, looking at Jasmine. “Officially.” The two young women embrace.

“And Tammy, sweetheart,” Rose says when Tammy can give her her attention, still pressed to the chest of Jasmine. “If you’d like, I’ll be your Auntie Rose from now on. Officially. We’ll go shopping like big girls, okay? Things we can show your daddy together.”

“Yes, please, Auntie Rose! I always wanted you as… as…”

“I wanted you near me, too,” her auntie says, finishing the words Tammy couldn’t find. She nods eagerly. “We’ll be like sisters.”

Actually, everything is already settled, but seeing Rose embrace her role with the women is worth waiting for until the three of them have bonded. Tammy, almost smothering Rose with joy. Jasmine, wiping away more tears, nestled in my arms, and Michelle, who seems happy that everything was taken out of her hands and yet improved so wonderfully. Everyone is where they want to be.

“Oh… uh… Hubby?” Jasmine taps me on the shoulder. The blanket has slipped down, and my ICBM-sized, weapon of mass dicktruction—now fully erect, still larger and thicker than before—lies exposed, clearly visible between my legs.

The fact that something has happened that can't be explained by ordinary events is right there in front of us, even in its softened state, undeniably powerful and impossible to ignore.

And if the girls realize that something has magically changed about me out of nowhere, then... They're smart, all of them. Mom acts like a dog, honestly! Of course, they'll know it was me.

The looks Michelle, Jasmine, and even Tammy are giving me tell me that my family knows something is wrong.

The sizzling of eggs and bacon fills our kitchen. It's actually too late for breakfast. I've already missed half of my college day. No idea what's going on with Tammy and her school. She hasn't left the house in a while. Mom refuses to walk on two legs or even talk, even in the most intimate situations. And Jasmine is standing at the stove, neglecting her well-paying job, and cooking for us. We're all here. Rose and I are sitting at the kitchen table, she already dressed, me still in my shirt and sweatpants. My oversized dick is visible even through the loose fabric. Shit, even walking down the stairs feels different now and somehow I think I have too much body for the amount of blood in it. I feel a bit lightheaded and the sheer weight of the new five inches seems to pull me down a bit. I'll probably have to "borrow" some money from Mom for new pants, but it's my money now anyway. Everything here belongs to me now. Every piece of furniture, the whole house. And the woman in it.

But we're not thinking about that as Jasmine puts a plate of food in front of Rose and me. Wifey glances at me and smiles shyly. She's obviously embarrassed that she was the one who brought up the obvious, massive, meaty problem, and now we're all waiting to see what happens next. Mom is sitting on the floor in her lacy garments next to Rose, sitting on a chair. My sister is gently stroking the older woman's head and isn't touching her eggs, while Tammy, just like on the day this all started, is sitting on the kitchen island, dangling her legs. This time, though, she's only tapping lightly on the counter, more out of nervousness than a need to be seen and cause a scene while nibbling carefully on a piece of bacon. She's struggling to be the innocent, carefree little girl, but she keeps glancing at me worriedly, coming out of her shell for a second, only to retreat back into it. Jasmine is focused on making the best breakfast of eggs, bacon, some oil, and a pinch of salt the world has ever seen, but Mom is completely in her own world. The woman who has led this family is sitting on the kitchen floor, her bottom pressed against the floorboards, while Rose strokes her back. I think to myself that I really need to do something to make life easier for Mom, especially with her acting like a sexy puppy lately, but then I look at Rose. They all expect me to say something. They all expect me to take the lead. They all expect me to be the man of this family.

"Okay," I say, and that one word shows me how our family will function from now on. Rose stops stroking Mom, but keeps holding her, and both she and Mom focus their attention solely on me. Jasmine turns off the stove, turns around, and folds her hands in her lap, just like Tammy, who stops wiggling her legs and also focuses all her attention on me. I sit up straighter. One last glance at Rose.

And my voice isn't nearly as shaky as I expected.

“I am the head of this family. The man of the house.” I wait. Not too long. Half a second. Enough time for someone to object if they already have something to say, but not long enough for any of the girls to start doubting themselves. The freedom to speak freely, the security of being taken care of. “There are things I have to do, and also things I want to do, to protect this family.” No one says anything. No one reacts or shows any desire to speak. I am proud. My girls see no reason to speak if I am speaking. “And sometimes I also have to protect our family from dangers that come from within. From us,” I say, glancing at Tammy who is hanging on my every word and isn't even bothering to lift her head. She hears what I say and nods. “So that we are all where we are today.” I look at Mom. “Feeling what we feel now.” I look at Jasmine. “And being as safe as we are today.” That's for Tammy. “For that, as our leader, I have to do things that, firstly, only I can do, and secondly, require that I decide what is best for this family.” No one disagrees. Everyone listens to me. Then I turn to Rose, but speak to everyone while she, though nervous, isn't afraid of the looks directed at her. “Rose knows about the things I do to protect this family, to make us healthier and happier. She is an important part of my life, and without her and her moral support, it wouldn't be so easy for me to take care of all of you. I trust her with what I say, and she cares about this family just as much as I do.” Then I look at Tammy and Jasmine again, Rose's sisters who have made her life so difficult for so long. “As for me, I will decide how much of what I have done, am doing, and will do in the future to keep us where I want us to be in life, I will share with the family.” A pause, a longer one, so they could think about what I had just told them. And they all do exactly what I had hoped, even though I would have let them do what they wanted anyway.

Tammy, Jasmine, and of course, Michelle, are silent. Content and without worry.

Rose speaks.

“What I heard is that my brother just said that he decides what he tells us about our lives, our bodies, and our minds, and what he doesn’t,” she states with a clear voice. “That he decides for us about the most intimate things, things that only concern us.” She looks at me. Speaks to me. “As for me, I want to be where we are right now,” she says, looking around at everyone. “As a family.” She smiles at her sisters, then strokes Mom’s head. “We all made peace today. With each other. And with ourselves. I want to take care of my little niece when Finn isn’t here.”

“I want that too,” Tammy murmurs, unable to look Rose in the eye. We let her take her time to speak. “I don’t want to be alone. I want Daddy to decide for me. And I want Auntie Rose to play with me. We can play sisters.”

“And I want us to be like sisters,” Rose says to Jasmine. “Standing together in the kitchen, cooking for our family while Finn takes care of Tammy.” Jasmine’s eyes well up with tears.

“We could plan family gatherings together,” Jasmine dreams of her future life. “What we cook, where we meet.” Rose giggles.

“The girlfriends of your husband.” But Jasmine is on cloud nine.

“Oh yes,” she swoons over our future life, and I am so proud of her. “And we can schedule things so there is always someone for him if he needs us. All the while we take care of the house and his life.” While Rose and Jasmine, who were the fiercest rivals in the brutal struggle for survival weeks ago, plan how they will treat my girlfriends and conquests, I see Tammy raise her delicate arm.

“Girls,” I say gently. Even though I am, can, and want to be the leader, the greatest gift for the man I am learning to be is that women allow me to never have to use my power over them in the first place. They know I have this power but they trust me and so, with trust and love, I don't need to use it. Rose and Jasmine fall silent at my words. “Tammy?” I ask and smile like a proud father. “Do you want to ask us something?”

"I..." She gulps, and I stand beside her. With my arm around her shoulders, she leans towards me. "Didn't you trust us?" she asks softly, almost guiltily. But I shake my head.

"I will always tell you everything you want to know, Tammy, my angel," I say, kissing her gently on the forehead. She smells good, her body is warm. "You have the right to know everything. But do you really want to know? The dark things I have to deal with?"

Tammy is 18. An adult. At least according to her documents. The Tammy standing in front of me is sweet, full of trust and yet also a little unsure without me. She shakes her head. She doesn't need to say anything more, and I take up the conversation again.

"We are happy the way we are now. I want it to stay that way. What you need to know is that I am committed to this family. I love you all. Like my daughter, my wife, the best pet a man could ever wish for, and..."

Why is this still so hard? Dude! You said it. You said you love her. Several times! And she replied! Several times!

So just say it already you dumb fuck! Now!

"And... like my girlfriend."

Rose bites her lip. Hard. She takes a step forward, but then decides to stay where she is and take care of Mom. Jasmine, on the other hand, comes to stand next to me and Tammy and leans against me. With both women in my arms, I continue talking.

“Many crazy and special things will happen in our family. Because we are special. And that makes us strong. Yes. We are special, and that is exactly what makes us so strong.”

“No.” Rose doesn't even need to speak loudly anymore. Her family looks at her as she contradicts me. “I wouldn't say that we are special.” I almost snort.

“Rose,” I snicker. “I fuck you all. We all fuck each other.” But Rose is way ahead of me. As always.

“So what?” She grabs Mom's hair and pulls her towards me, Jasmine and Tammy like on a leash. She stops in front of me and scrunches her nose. I still don't understand what she wants with this silly little nose ring. “You sleep with your mom, yes? Well, fuck it. You don't have a mom. You have a girl who desperately wants to be a puppy. You sleep with your daughter? Screw it. Pfft. Screw her. You're not related. She's… Tammy, baby, what do you feel for your Daddy?”

“I love my Daddy,” it comes as a whisper. Rose smirks.

"No connection between you in the past. YOu lived together but who cares? Now we're real family. Now it counts. And now you can fuck your daughter you aren't related to in the slightest and both of you want it. With little Jasmine here? Same old story. No genes. If you ask me, she's better as a wife than as a sister. She lived so far away from us, we barely saw her. No connection as brother and sister. Right?”

“I…,” Jasmine blushes beautifully. “You're right.”

“And she isn't my real sister. But I want her to be. And I want to be Aunie Rose. And you?” She comes towards me, leans against my body, and while Mom leans on my leg, Rose leans on my chest. Her free hand nestles through my hair, caresses me, and plays with a loose strand while her eyes look at my hair, not even my face. “As your sister, well, that was a nice time, yes. Clumsy and mean sometimes. I don't know. Best bro?” She still doesn't look me in the eyes. She's so secure, so safe, she knows she can say whatever she wants. That's the freedom I gave her. And she takes the responsibility with so much grace. “I love to help you, yes. But…” And then her gaze softens and I lose myself in the depth of her eyes while I am helplessly at her mercy. It's so perfect. “As a girlfriend…”

Rose Lynchwood. +16 (PS +62)

The MCD vibrates loudly on the table. Twice. Rose glances over her shoulder and knows what that means. Smiling contentedly, she rests her head against my chest.

“As your girlfriend, I will obey all you'r commands and do what you tell me without question every time. Not because I have to or because you control me, but because I want to.” Her cheek presses against my chest, then she looks up at me. “I want to obey you because you want to be the man in my life. I want to take care of your…” She smiles, a tear in her eye. Just one tear. “I want to take care of our family, the people I love. I want to work with my sister, I want to take care of my niece and our dog. I want to help you with your life, give you advice and guide you where I can. I want to get into fights with you. Sometimes I win, sometimes I loose. I want to be there for you. And…” Then she stands on tiptoe and kisses me. “And I want to tell you that I love you. Over and over again. I want to say it when you go to your wife for the evening. I want to say it when you play with your daughter. I want to say it when you train our puppy. And I want to say it when you go to your other girlfriends to spend time with them. I will wait for you, together with your family, while you spend time with Lisa and Bella. Because…” She playfully shakes her head.

“I love you too, Rose Lynchwood,” I say. And that's what keeps my family together.

And there's nothing stronger than that.

Love.

Message from the author:

And so, after eight thousand words, the first arc of The MCD is complete. God, I needed that. Rose also directed her words to me. Now the word "love" is used more often. Rose and Finn love each other, Tammy loves her daddy, Jasmine her hubby, and Michelle her owner. Everyone gets along, everyone respects each other.

The Lynchwood family is functioning now, no question, but we're nowhere near the end, and Tammy, Michelle, Rose, and Jasmine will face some more difficulties that will further increase their progress score.

And now...

Now, of course, it continues.

With Lisa and Lakota and Tana and Miss Susan Webster.

The focus of the story will shift to the other girls. Our beloved Lynchwood girls will, of course, still appear, but now it's time for Lisa to start her E-girl career, for Bella to start producing milk, for Rania, Lynn, Candice, and Sonya to get their punishment and start doing something for Finn, and for Sofia and Sage to realize that they belong together more closely than they thought.

Besides, I've decided that now (or soon) is the time to introduce more characters. First, because I like to explore more kinks, and some sexy ladies have earned their place in my main story. Secondly, because these characters are also closely connected to our current ones.

Ryan will also finally be addressed, and I will soon post a poll to decide what will happen to him. Basically, there will be some male-related kinks to choose from. I also have another male character planned who, if the reader wants, will also be given a kink. Men in this story are more assigned to beta status (not sexually, but on the priority list), but they can also have a place in the story. So Alpha Woman are the ****, Finn's girlfriends and some other, nicer ladies. beta Woman are the Volleyball bitches and girls I have much to write about (with your input if you want to see something) and Gamma Girls are the ones that support the stories, but aren't essential to it. Then we have to decide how far we go with the Volleyball Bitches and how they should earn money.

I've also decided about the spoiler chapters and the polls there, and I will tell you my decision in the author's note of the next chapter. Don't expect any major surprises, but those who know me will understand that I'll strive for a solution that will satisfy as many readers as possible.

From now on, I will try to post a new chapter every week to keep my promise.

And I think I will also incorporate some watersports scenes wherever possible. I only have one idea so far, but if time permits, I'll add a few extra chapters to the story that will expand on a particular scene and then rejoin the main storyline. This way, all readers will end up at the same point, but those who enjoy watersports will get a little extra content. I'm confident that I can guarantee at least one extra chapter. If it works out, I might even add more.

And since we haven't had a poll in a while, and I'd like to know what you all think, please let me know (using multiple choice) which of the characters you would like to see more of. This is important for me to know where to focus my writing, although, of course, all the female characters will get their fair share of attention.

Okay. I'm really happy to be back with a long and hopefully enjoyable chapter. Thanks for reading and stay safe!

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