Some lose ends

Chapter 102

You manage to hide your worried thoughts until the moment Megan steps out the front door. She notices it right away, stops dead in her tracks but acts like a big sister to Millie and says nothing. Emma is the next one who rushes down the few steps from the terrace onto the lawn and greets you with warm kisses, which brightens up your mood a little bit. Your girlfriend (the only one if someone asks you) takes Millie and Denise by the hand and leads the two exhausted girls into the house but not without them turning around and waving happily to you.

"You're way too early," says Megan, looking you over. "Has something happened in the climbing park?" You shake your head and explain the situation to her.

"With your plan, we wanted to come back too early rather than too late."

"Oh how cute you are." Your sister presses a kiss on your cheek too. The contact with her is enough to transform your insecurity into something else and Megan whines in surprise when you grab and hug her. Then she enjoys the long and intimate kiss and your one hand on her cheek and the other on her hip. "Okay, Biggie, what's wrong?" she asks you seriously after getting down from the high of the kiss. But you shake your head. How could you explain to her your worries? And today.

"Not today, okay?" It's almost a pleading. “You tried so hard for this day. I want to enjoy it. We can talk tomorrow, okay?” Megan looks at you appraisingly and proves again that you two were made for each other.

"I don't really like that, brother," she says, chewing her lip. “But you are my boyfriend. We'll do it as you say.” This time it doesn't sound submissive but supportive. Exactly what you need when thinking about the uncertain future and your certain role in it. Then Megan lights up your life with her mind when a light dawns on her. "Actually, it's not a bad thing that you're here again."

"Do you miss me?" A bit of fun might help you.

"My annoying big brother?" Megan winks, which is not necessary because she cannot finish the sentence without bursting out laughing. "Come here. One time is not enough for me.” Again you kiss, this time it's Megan who lets her hands wander over your body while you put yours around her hips. Your wombat presses her body tightly against you, her breasts gently brush over your body and her thighs touch yours. Her fingers stop just above your bum and a soft laugh mix in your kiss as she puts her hands around your hips as well. You pull yourself closer together and enjoy the moment before you go into the house. Inside, the usual sight of Emma awaits you, who keeps the house in good shape and at the same time is interested in the story of your trip.

"Well done," Megan whispers to you, nodding towards the younger girls who didn't notice your storm clouds. One last time she musters you with a slightly worried face, then she pulls you to Emma, ​​who welcomes you into the room with a big, loving smile. In her eyes you can see the joy of seeing you, regardless of whether you have left the room for a short time or are returning from a crusade to the Holy Land. While your hands are intervened in each other she branches her fingers with yours, Megan attracts the attention of her sister and Denise. "Listen up, everyone," she calls and is aware of everyone's looks. "Since Finn and the children..."

"Hey!" Denise laughs happily and pulls a mock pout.

"Sorry. With Finn and the young adults coming back early, Emma and I wanted to hog him for an hour or so. Is that okay with you?” At that moment Maureen comes down the stairs and you clench your teeth when you see her in a black bra and panties. Her hips move rhythmically as she walks down on her bare feet and dries her hair with the white towel.

"Oh fuck" she exclaims in shock when she sees you. Then she covers her mouth with her hands. "Uh... I mean... oh crap." Denise and Millie look at each other and burst into laughter while you too have to smile. “Are you back already? Did you torch the climbing park?"

"That is more your area," laughs Megan and explains the situation to her sister. "Emma and I wanted to kidnap him briefly if you don't mind," she says and the older ones face lights up.

"A good idea," she exclaims and exchanges unmistakable looks with Megan. The two are up to something. "Let me just put some clothes on, then we'll have a good time." Your princess and your kitten are happy about it and you can admire Maureen and her hypnotizing bum as they swing back up the stairs. After a few minutes, your older sister comes back down in a long sweater and sweatpants. You can't react fast enough and you don't see what she's doing with Millie and Denise because Emma and Megan are about to pull you upstairs.

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"So what am I supposed to do here?" you ask a little confused after Megan has pushed you downright onto the bed. Emma leans with her back against the door and closes the only way out that could save you from another nice threesome as you fear. The grin that decorates the mouths of the two girls is another clue. What am I thinking? What kind of weakling are you Finn Lynchwood? Your sister and girlfriend want sex with you and you retread like an eighty-year-old nun! Pull yourself together! "Take your pants off Biggie" comes the instruction with a smug smile. Emma, ​​red-cheeked but fixated on you stroll through the room and stands next to Megan. The two also wear old shirts and shorts. The pants are in good condition but the shirts were actually meant for you and the nights you (of course) wanted to spend alone.

"You look like two construction workers," you joke as you pull your pants off.

"Wait!" Exclaims Emma and sits between your feet with an apologetic look at Megan. While your wombat crosses her arms and plays the impatient one with a rocking foot and head tilted to one side, your other friend bathes in the sight of your dick that comes out under the fabric of your boxer shorts. "I can never get enough of that" breathes Emma and lowers her head so far that her glasses slip on the tip of her nose.

Megan laughs and pats her sister-in-crime on the shoulder who cannot take her eyes off you. Your cock reacts at least a little to the closeness and breathing of Emma so that you don't embarrass yourself completely.

"Girls, you are beautiful, sexy, funny... but..." You shrug your shoulders. "I'm not a machine." Emma pouts and sinks back on her heels, then looks at Megan for help.

“No problem darling,” she says and turns away from you.

"What's that all about?" you want to know when Megan comes back with an inconspicuous brown box that she pulled out from under your bed. She puts the box next to you on the bed and pulls Emma up by the arms. You can only watch in amazement as Megan turns Emma roughly to divert her attention from you. Then you draw in your breath sharply as your sister presses her lips on her girlfriend's. It's different from your time with her and Megan is much rougher and bossier, which of course doesn't bother Emma. She begins to moan and breathe harder as your sister puts her hands on her bottom.

"Does that make you horny?" she asks as Emma lifts a leg and wraps it around Megan. At the same time, all dams break on the bookworm and soon afterward the two are a single entity of exploring hands, smacking mouths, tongues hanging out and loud moans. At the same time, your friends let their hands slide between each other's thighs and their hips press together while their free hands slip under the wide shirts and massage breasts and tickle nipples. Nothing in the universe could keep your warrior down there from swelling to full, glorious, throbbing size. Even if we should die in the process, we can do it! To attack! Your drill sergeant is right, and you're only too happy to follow him into glourious battle. But when you get up, Megan just pushes you back on the bed. Then she suddenly stops working between her friend's legs and when the other girl wants to protest, your wombat simply pushes her back down between your legs. Emma shakes her head in a daze and remembers something.

"Oh... yeah…"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You're really **** now, but Megan has mercy on you.

“Don't worry brother” she says lovingly and grabs the box from the bed. With that in her hands she also sits down next to you. "We know how much you value being nice to the girls who like you." She's right. At least a start. "To all of your friends, girlfriends..." Megan ponders while she seems absent-mindedly rummaging around in the box. Then she has found the piece she was longing for and her face is smiling. "And also the girls who helped your friends." You don't understand yet, but your eyes land on the container in her hands.

"This will be the parting present for Melina and Giselle," explains Emma, ​​who can no longer stand it either. She lays her head dreamily on your thigh and looks up at you while Megan prepares everything. Then it dawns on you.

“Oh, that's how it is” you exclaim and lean back on the bed, relieved. "I thought you'd suddenly become cuckqueans or something like that."

"Not with that thing there," grins Megan. "We know you have a heart for the two crazy sluts" she laughs and you can laugh at the choice of words too. The two 'offended' would surely agree with your sister here.

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Actually, it was more of a joke to have an imprint of your best part made. But like so many jokes in your life - you remember your wombat's best from three years ago, 'We should get married Bro, that would be perverted but we just go too well together' - this one is spiced with a touch of truth. And you admit that the hands of Emma and Megan feel lovely down there. The two have certainly practiced and watched videos on the Internet because there are no difficulties in inserting your still splendidly stiff part into the provided container. The wax or jelly or whatever it is is cold and you are shocked for a moment, but a hot kiss from Megan and your hand on one of her breasts warm you up again. Now you understand the worn shirts because neither Emma nor Megan miss the fun of teasing each other and soon are smeared with the material while you sit helplessly in front of them and can hardly move. "That's a lot of that stuff," you say as Emma carefully pulls the hardened shape from your stand while Megan prepares the blue liquid that will later become an image of yourself. At least a part - an admittedly important part of you.

"We're not quite finished either," smiles your wombat and lets Emma help you fill the box up again. "Or do you think your cock is that big?"

"Ouch, that hurt" you laugh and Emma comes to you to spice up your battered manhood again.

“It's big enough for me. Actually too big."

"What?" Emma looks at you startled when she realizes that the compliment did not reach you as she hoped it would.

"J-Just a little darling" she stutters and gets red cheeks again.

“Just a little?!” you screech and almost shiver with laughter. Emma, ​​on the other hand, let her face fall down and almost cries in shock until Megan stands by her side.

"It's like with your airplanes darling" she explains to you with a laugh. “You're also learning to fly in a propeller plane, right?” You nod. "With you, Emma feels as if she were about to sit behind the wheel of a jumbo jet in her first flight lesson." Her lips twist into a cheeky grin and you do it the same way until Emma has noticed that all of this is only half as bad. It takes a few minutes and two containers are ready to ripen two copies of a unique part of you.

"How do we use them?" you ask, feeling a bit unsure at the thought that you could use some help in making your girls happy. Or even worse... "But Millie won't get any of them!" It will never get to this point that you give sex toys to your princess.

"What? No, Don`t worry. Millie just needs you” Megan laughs amused and hugs you comfortingly. "My big brother, always in his favorite role." Again she notices how you are tensing up, but does what you ask. She leans you back, swings herself on your lap and holds you by the shoulders. “They could both be for Melina and Giselle,” she ponders while massaging your tensed shoulders. Then she grins dirty. "Or we just give them one copy and let them fight for it."

"Let them fight" grins Emma and draws comparisons between the two beautiful girls and world-destroying monsters. Megan sees the look on your face and hugs you again. She wants to be close to you, which is best for you but today worries you too.

“Poor Giselle. What I have experienced from her is that she is not so much into rivalry. But Melina should like that."

"I'll think about something" you just mumble and press yourself closer to your sister. Then you look at the room and the smeared faces of the girls. "What's on the plan now?"

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"Sister?" Megan calls down the stairs. She stands with you and Emma in the hallway and everyone hears two pairs of feet rushing to the staircase. "Yes?" Millie calls up.

“What is it?” Maureen wants to know. Megan grins at you in amusement while Emma wraps her arms around you from behind and rests her chin on your shoulder.

"Keep your boyfriend busy for a while." Then she pushes you down the stairs and pulls Emma into the bathroom. While the two are in the shower, you deal with the others in the room. Maureen suggests filming the two girls in the shower with a wink, but Millie rightly says that nothing will happen there. After all, you're down here.

“Exactly,” Maureen whispers conspiratorially. "You know what that means." Denise and Millie look at each other excitedly as you shut your older sister down with pleading stares. She lifts her hands soothingly. "Just kidding little brother." It turns out that when Millie is sitting on your lap, talking to Denise, and you pay attention to Maureen, it doesn't take sex to make them happy. Your sister is reticent and a little withdrawn during the time. She only reacts cautiously to your attempts to talk and is only too happy to draw attention to the other girls, which you don't mind, but you are very surprised. "Everything is cool" Maureen assures you and you believe her. Today the rules and norms are no longer in order anyway. Then the door opens upstairs and the voice of Megan can be heard again.

"Is my Biggie presentable?"

“Wait a minute!” calls Maureen and pushes a giggling Millie from your lap down into her friend's arms. The oldest girl is looking at you. “Under dressed but presentable” she calls out.

"That'll be enough." Megan and Emma come down freshly dressed, Emma with a big grin and red cheeks. "Now comes your part in the matter," Megan whispers to you and pulls you to the door.

In the car, she tells you what Emma wanted for your birthday. Of course you like it because it makes Emma happy. And you have to go to town anyway because of Melina and Giselle.

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"Five tickets for the midday show, please." The pimply boy at the ticket office in Seacrest's small cinemas looks at you with undisguised astonishment. “Are you expecting someone else?” For example, three gentlemen who are most definitely friends of three of the four women you arrived with here? You look around and into each of your girl' faces. At least Emma is the only one holding your hand, but the looks of the others are only too clear.

“No, we are complete. Five tickets, please.” The boy's gaze turns from amazement to hot envy. He literally throws the tickets in your face and when two of them fall to the ground Megan bends down cheekily.

"I'll do that for you, honey." Of course she kisses you on the cheek while Emma leans against your other side. The boy in the ticket booth almost dies. His looks pierce your back until you and your girls disappear into one of the two small cinema halls and you almost hear his **** thoughts about how one can be so lucky. He would suffer even more if Maureen were also part of the group, but your other four girls have to be enough to melt his brain. If he had asked, you couldn't have answered him. Megan dragged you out of the house to the car and only allowed you the slightest looks at Maureen before leaving. There was a little explanation that you still have to drive a lot today, that you wouldn't drink beer and that you would certainly like to do it for them. Everything for the girls. You loved to repeat this mantra and imagine who you will be driving around today. What is usually a monotonous task, Megan skillfully transforms into a dream that you like to come true, since it only promises good things in the end. So far this day was mostly tremendous, but on some occasions, you have sensed something dark in you. You don't know for certain what gnaws on your walls but you have a looming feeling of dread when you think of it. This feeling grows stronger the more you try to drown it with happy thoughts.

"Oh no!" your wombat exclaims aloud. "I hate full movie theaters!"

“There's nobody here,” wonders Denise. You and Megan roll your eyes in their sockets. Then Denise understands.

"Don't come up with any ideas," you warn the girls as you take your seats in a long row. Maybe it is the certainty that you couldn't satisfy your girls while this rare opportunity of a large, empty and dark room that makes you feel uncomfortable.

"Are there at least breaks so we can swap places?" asks Megan, who has taken a seat on the left of Emma. The seats at your sides are taken by Emma, ​​who deserves time with you, and Millie, who unfortunately cannot sit on your lap. Denise sits next to Megan.

"It's better at home," your princess pouts. A kiss from you cheer her up quickly.

"But nothing beats the cinema experience" you explain to her and pat her shoulder. “The sound, the big picture, the get-together, the popcorn and the cola. That's pretty much perfect for me. Thanks for the great idea."

“Exactly”, Emma laughs next to you excitedly and with a husky voice. Of course, the part of the plan came from her and she exchanges grateful looks with Megan while her hands seek yours.

"I can hardly wait to watch the two trilogies with you" you whisper to her as the curtain draws back and the performance begins just for you. You refer to the gift you recently gave Emma and her almost crazy look confirms that you have found in your girlfriend just as much a cinema enthusiast as you are.

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Millie holds your hand almost the whole time and Emma is leaning on your other shoulder. Megan and Denise pretend to be fighting over the popcorn and it is actually Denise who ends the conflict by devouring most of it. The movie is really bad and hardly any of you like it. Denise and Millie giggle a few times at some of the bad jokes and when Megan realizes that, she loses patience. With a growl she gets up in the middle of the movie and shoo Millie from your side. At first you are startled by the behavior, but then you are all the more surprised when you feel the sweet and somewhat sticky lips of Millie on your cheek and then notice her body disappear behind Megan. Emma doesn't really notify any of this, she is completely immersed in the world of cinema, which is only possible because you are there. It's certainly not because of the film. Nevertheless, Emma and Megan turn the experience into a highlight when they start to grind you from both sides.

You only whisper “Behave yourself”, but cannot give your voice any severity. The amused voices of Millie and Denise can be heard next to you, who also prefer to occupy themselves with each other than with the film. As you see that you cannot sort your feelings, so you try to concentrate on the adventures on screen, but the plot and the structure are so poorly thought out that it is harder and harder for you to ignore the hands on your body, which become more and more demanding with every bad scene. After all, it's over for you when Emma puts her hand on your again stiff and ****-defying piston. Fuck this movie! Then, however, Megan lets her hand join in and not only Emma, ​​but you moan in frustration when your sister pulls Emma away from you.

“Not now honey. Pull yourself together.” The words are heard, not understood, but followed with difficulty. Emma is pouting a little again but is satisfied with your hand between her legs. While the all-important battle for the galaxy is raging on the screen, you'll have a lot more fun digging into the now well-known depths of your girls. The contradictions of Megan also die out quickly when your fleet pushes through her gate in a bold maneuver. The heroes celebrate on the screen, reinforcements have arrived. Then you can hear Megan groan next to you. So fast? Then why did she want Emma to hold back? Your blood boils when you bend your torso forward and see that Millie and Denise have their hands between their thighs. Both look at you pleadingly and you nod your head. After a quick look at her friend, you can't look fast enough before the girls' hands disappear under their pants. With their free hands, the two hold on to each other. and both look over at you gratefully when they come silently and with hardened expressions. Then Emma clings to your other side, soaking her pants and your hand. The final scenes of the film run across the screen and four puffing girls recover from the 'climax of the film' while you are the brother in the middle of the girls and see you in the right place. Or don't? You freeze. Even without your help, only by your guidance and your allowance you were responsible for four orgasms. Even without you! Millie came without you! It hits you hard. What should you feel from that? Certainly, you should feel proud that your princess came around her problems and standing on her own feet now, right? Right? Of course, you asshole! She is your little sister and deserves to test her limits. You are there for her, not the reason for her way through life. That settles the doubt. But why are you feel something other than just proud of her way? You shake your head. Not today.

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"I'm so sorry," Emma whimpers a little later when the pimply boy's looks pierce you again. "But I mean... with this title... the predecessors... and the hype they made about it..."

"All because they knew it was just shit," Megan grumbles, but can't bring herself to be really angry.

“After all, we had our fun” laughs Denise, a bit shaky on her legs but happy and makes all the girls except Megan blush. You pull Emma to your side. Let them have a good time. Denise came for herself too! Not now!

"Our movie date will be much better, I promise," you whisper to Emma.

"Wasn't it good?" Her face drops again and yours follows immediately.

"What? Oh shit! I didn't mean it like that, honey!" Seems so, that you couldn't do things right today with a gun at your head.

“Caught!” Suddenly exclaims a overjoyed Emma and and punches you hard in the chest. "That's ****."

"Come here you little..." Amidst the hooting laughter of the other girls, you chase Emma laughing across the parking lot. The chase only ends at your car, over the hood of which you lay her and drive your star destroyer into her mouth.

"Like the 'trench-run" "you laugh.

"Or the Kossal flight" grins Emma shyly and licks her lips longingly.

"God how I love you." The other girls join you.

"Ouch... nerds..." Megan smiles, but watches exactly how you get up from Emma and examines her fast breathing. She struggles briefly with her desire, but luckily she comes to the very logical conclusion that if she holds back, none of you will be helped. It often happens that the girls fly into your arms. This has happened so often in the past week that your body has already got used to it. Now Megan surprises you with a gentle touch, tender hands that first caress your upper body and then come to rest on your shoulders and filling your world with her round head and closed eyes. Your wombat takes you into another world with a gentle kiss and a firm pressure of her hands, but immediately pulls you back and lets you concentrate on the others. Again something you should have done by yourself.

“Come on, my dark lord” she breathes and rubs her nose against yours. "Let's get on our Star Destroyer and fly to your lady at home." No matter how much you are misused as a chauffeur today, you can only grin stupidly and admire your luck when the girls buckle up in the car and wave you in.

"Damn that was a great day."

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Despite all the warnings, preparations and the immense hope Maureen would be waiting for you at the front door, it is Millie and Megan who take your hands again and pull you upstairs. You quickly call the other girls 'goodbye' afterward, and then you have already been maneuvered into your room. Maureen is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't stop your other sisters from looking at each other, nodding, and encircling you. Wordlessly and helplessly, you let the two work with you while steps wander across the hallway behind the closed door. Giggling and laughing, the two undress you while Millie has to call her older, more mature and at the moment very much in love sister to reason again and again. You see how much Millie has grown up in this short time when she handles the needy Megan and her own desire. Why am I feeling anxious? You are startled when you see which clothes the two are looking for.

"Is that really the best you could come up with?" asks Megan Millie, a little disappointed but not angry.

"This is my favorite shirt of his," Millie says apologetically and is hugged by Megan. Of course you're not completely stupid. You can guess who's next in line given the absence from the Cinema and also the time of day and your wardrobe - or at least the attempt to do so - suggest your next adventure. Megan probably also knows that her plan cannot be kept so perfectly secret, but you both play the ignorant.

Millie breathes "Wow" a few minutes later and Megan looks at you too.

“Not bad with what we had available. In fact, you look more presentable than you did all week before." Perfectly clean black jeans, dark blue shoes that don't look like they're coming from an off-road march and your favorite shirt (without puke on it) under a black top that is a little too loose. No fly, none of you thought of that in your dreams. Actually, you are missing something white, but that is also irrelevant. There isn't much that can be done about you, but Megan steps up to you quickly and her hands are trembling very slightly as she strokes your hair aside. Millie is watching you intently. "My perfect big brother," Megan grins proudly and steps back from you. Not only do you have to struggle with your feelings today and you quickly notice what is going on in your wombat.

"I know this choice of clothing isn't for you." Megan just nods and tries to brush away her feelings. You step closer to her but she puts her fragrant finger on your lips.

“No long speeches now,” she admonishes with a smile. But her voice is not as firm as she would like it to be. "You still have a lot to do today and I'm happy to have helped you bro."

"Come here sis" you laugh and take her in your arms. Millie says nothing and lets you enjoy the silence. Megan sniffles in her breath and presses her nose against your chest.

"Oh yes," she laughs with damp eyes and turns to Millie. Your princess understands and reaches into one of the closet drawers. She takes a bag out of the mall and when she pulls out a thing you can see something red in the bag. You can't see exactly what it is, but Millie grins like a madwoman when Megan puts the dark perfume jar in her hand. "Close your mouth" grins your wombat, her voice sounds cheerful but you know her too well. The scent rounds off your appearance and Megan is also satisfied. "Perfect." She looks you over and gives you her thumb. Then your arms close around her and she freezes in your touch.

"Thanks little sister," you whisper. "Without you, none of that would be possible." Megan hugs you tightly. "I love you."

"I ove ou oo" she mumbles into your chest and you poke her gently over the head. Then, from one second to the next, as you already know with her, she is completely the same again.

"Come on, you stallion." She slaps your bum, making Millie wince and then laugh. "You will be amazed."

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“I don't even know where we're going. First, I definitely need tohooolyshit…” You have to hold on to the small handrail of the stairs because you almost fell down the last two steps. Your whole body feels like jelly when you see Maureen standing at the dining table. The other girls are currently preparing everything for a game night and your oldest sister is at the table with a glass of wine in her hand. That means, maybe it's your sister because you've never seen her like this before.

Now you understand why she didn’t come into town and barely let herself be seen after the fun in the living room. It must have taken hours to get her hairstyle the way it is now. It is an unbelievable network of light curls, long strands and intertwined bunches, swaying with every movement of her head, shimmering in the light and almost seem to flow, hold in the air just be sheer willpower and your gaze of wonder. It's a bloody work of art. Your jaw pops open and you just stare at the raw but at the same time tamed display of holy beauty in front of you. Maureen, on the other hand, almost chokes on her wine when she sees you, carefully pulls the glass back from her soft red lips and turns to you with a drop of whine in the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, you're already done," she laughs nervously and her eyes flicker to you. You can hear her words, but somehow they get stuck between your overloaded nerves and fully pumped blood vessels in your head. You can only admire her slender neck with strands of her hair twisting around it. On her shoulders lies the beginning of a deep black velvet dress, which loops around her upper body, narrows at her waist, only to then expand again and end in a skirt that reaches her knees. The fabric sways as light as a feather around her snow-white thighs and is slightly longer at the back than at the front so that you can let your gaze slide over her legs, which lead to her also black stilettos. There is also a lot of skin to be seen here and...

“Are those loops?” you ask in a voice as rough as a rusty chainsaw without lubricating oil.

"What could the also be?" Maureen ask mockingly but turns right after. "Do you like them?" she asks coyly. You utter a sound that certainly doesn't exist in the animal kingdom or the human vocabulary, but Maureen understands you. "Thank you, Megan." Your wombat puts your chin on your head from a step above you.

"Not now. Now you're the focus.” Maureen giggles and it sounds so different. Unusual. You become addicted instantly. Then, slowly, slowly, you can move your mouth again.

"I look like shit next to you."

"Pronunciation" laughs Maureen, so sweet again and looks to Millie who hides her face behind her handy but giggles softly.

"I love you." You haven't blinked for two minutes and rub your eyes. Maureen is still there, still beautiful.

“That'll come later. Heavens, what did you two do with him?” Megan alights behind you and presses against you, pushing you down the last steps which you cautiously descend. Then you stand in front of the miracle that you cannot believe. Literally. You can't reach out your hand and touch Maureen because you're afraid she might dissipate like a dream on a beautiful morning.

"It wasn't us," says Megan and turns on the stairs to Millie, who stands a little lost a few steps above her and watches the scene. "That was you."

"Me?" Maureen can't believe it.

“You are so beautiful” you stammer and forget everything you know about dealing with girls. For a moment you are a pubescent teenager without sex, standing in front of his idol and not knowing what to say. Maureen, quite your big sister, likes your behavior very much and when you convulsively free a tiny part of your brain from the overload of impressions you realize that your older sister really enjoys being treated like that by you.

"So?" she asks. "Shall we?" She winks at you and seems satisfied when you shake your head in a daze and clear your throat, only to shake your head again. It's not very convincing, but at least you can play her confident friend so well that you don't fool yourself. Not so much.

"Wherever you want to go."