Sweet Dreams (are made of these...)

Chapter 60

You turn your car into the parking lot. As a gentleman, of course it is you who has to carry all the bags into the house. At the doorstep you meet Susan and Claire, but you can only recognize them by their cheerful voices, because you can't see anything except for boxes and bags in front of your face. Then both help you carry the stuff in. On the second tour, the two literally throw themselves in the car to help you. While Shaking your head, you accept their offer and the car soon is emptied. In the house, the friends of Megan take care of hiding the presents. Of course you do not say that you think she would not be looking for them because she is too busy with you.

So you just stand in the living room and take look around to see, who else is here and where your sisters could hide. They are nowhere to be seen, and when you think about what to do next, you realize that you're pretty exhausted. The night was short and you have no idea how many hours you slept. The fatigue rolls inexorably over you and shows you that you will need energy for living with three beautiful girlfriends. A jerk on your arm lets you drive around. Claire is standing next to you and beaming at you with a bright smile.

"We were happy to help you carry it in," she smiles. "Do we done well?" Susan stands a little apart and watches you, but makes no move to hide the fact, that her eyes are also glued at you. You look from sister to sister.

"Yes, that helped me a lot. Thank you“ you respond and think nothing of thanking the two for their help. Claire exudes more joy and bobs up and down and Susan smiles satisfied. As for her, you hope that she feels better now and doesn't look at you from bad eyes so often. After all, Claire digested the bathroom incident well and doesn't seem to have suffered any trauma. And as long as the two keep the rules, you can also give them freedoms.

But you're still too tired for such thoughts. An hour or two of sleep would not hurt you so that you can weather the inevitable escapades of one or both groups of friends this evening. And then you satisfy three women. It's an exciting thought, but also a sobering one the way you feel right now. That's enough. You don't have a use to anyone if you are tired. They will be able to do without you for an hour if they can have you in the evening. But again you feel something on your arm. Claire still hasn't left your side.

"Do you need anything else? Can we still help? ”You shrug your shoulders a little helplessly and look around the room. Her behavior amazes you. Otherwise, Claire McKinley is shy and the last one to break out of her protective shell. But since she saw you and your... thing - you have to grin inside at the thought - she has changed. Maybe my cock has magical powers? A touch and a gray mouse becomes a sex demon? It worked for Emma... somehow. Suddenly you realize that you can no longer be sure which Emma you will be dealing with. You definitely freed something there. You just hope the girl likes what you've got out of her.

But Claire draws your attention back to her happy temperament. No, she’s really fine. You can't say what it is yet, but the girl seems to jump on you well. And even if Susan is otherwise very vigilant about her little sister's safety - if she is not currently drunk - now she only looks at you curiously and somewhat expectantly. How can you not want to give them a positive feeling?

"At some point we still have to tidy up here, otherwise the house will rod away before we can celebrate my birthday," you think out loud. It's partly your fault. You always said you could clean up the next day. But a yawn ensures that this time too the chaos must stay back. "But first I have to lie down for an hour. Where's Denise?"

"In the garden. I'll get her”Claire calls happy and has already left the door before you can say anything else. You don't have time to wonder because Susan takes a deep breath and approaches you.

"Where do you want to lie down? In your room? Here? Or on the terrace?” You raise your eyebrows, don't you know what she wants to learn from it.

"I don't know yet... I..."

"Oh, wait. I'll get you a drink. Then your mouth is not so dry after waking up.” And so Susan disappears into the kitchen at lightning speed and you stand helplessly alone in the living room.

What's going on here? Okay, sure, you like the way the girls take care of you. And it is due to your tiredness and above all the little adrenaline in your body which you gave to Maureen and Emma, but the two girls did not behave that way before. Even if they had more to do with Millie than you - a fact that has apparently changed so much that you are now on the same level with your beloved sister in their eyes - you can tell that the two are up to something. You scratch your head and look around between the passage to the kitchen and the front door. The two are still too inexperienced to control their behavior towards you. But they have an advantage that allows them to continue acting without your suspicion: You have too much on your mind with the other girls to take care of the two sisters now. They seem happy, so you can focus on the real dangers in the lives of Maureen and Denise. And then there are three wonderful girls, who deserve a great deal of affection.

Claire is the first to come back with Denise by the hand, who looks like she has just written a Ph.D. thesis on quantum theory. She must have thought a lot. But it is of no use. Your brain keeps turning off, drifting towards your sisters and Emma, and is of no help to you now. In that state you can't talk to someone for whom you need your full attention. Susan also appears around the corner with a glass of milk in her hand, but looks embarrassed when she sees you and the other girls.

"Here, please," she says meekly and hands you the glass without looking at you. But she smiles faintly when you say thank you. She put a good dose of honey in the glass and the sweet liquid is warm enough to worthen your tiredness. Then she stands in a row next to her sister and friend and the three are waiting for what you have to tell them. First of all you are flabbergasted by the obedience of the girls. It's not like you have a vital announcement to make. You clear your throat.

"So girls. I'm going to go to bed for an hour. The last night was exhausting for me.” You look briefly at Denise, but she avoids your gaze. "Denise," you say, and her head snaps up and her expectant eyes attach to your lips. "Then I want to talk to you about something, okay?" She nods shyly and the McKinleys look at her curiously from the side. When you turn to them, however, they go into caution again. "And none of you light the house on fire while I'm sleeping. Shit, I should really stay awake. I should take care of you and..."

"No, it's okay," Claire blurts out. She looks at the other two excitedly and her hair flies around her neck as she turns to the two. Her eyes sparkle with zest for action and at first you think she would conceive something. But for that she has Susan and Denise. "We can do it, don't worry. And no ****, I promise. Right girls?” The other two nod and you shrug your shoulders. In case of Denise, the urge to numb her senses actually seems to come from something that you can understand only too well. You have to talk to her here too. But that's exactly what you want to do later.

"All right," you say in a more serious voice. "I rely on you." Then you become a little gentler again. “We had a rough start, but I think you are helping me very well now to have everything under control here. I think that's great. Thank you.” The two sisters shine as if you had given them a million dollars and Denise also reacts positively. You thank Susan again for the honeymilk, sip the glass and choose one of the large deckchairs on the terrace. The three girls follow you with their eyes and at first you think that you still have to officially free them from the meeting so that they can move again, but luckily they move on their own and spread out around the house.

At last sleep is out of the question. You try, you **** yourself to do it, but it doesn't work. The deck chair is large, wide and very cozy. It almost works and when you curl up a bit you get a little closer to your restful sleep. But as soon as you close your eyes, pictures appear that you cannot control. The horny face of Maureen, from which you can only read despair. Denise, panicking, trying to finger herself to orgasm to get rid of the images in her head. Emma, who asks why you don't love her. Whenever you try to think of an answer to one of the questions, your brain drifts to another problem and there is nothing you can do other than roll from side to side. Where do you start? What should you do? No answers. Crap!

Maureen looked incredibly sad. But what would it do to beat up Josh? You are sure you could do it. But what then? Your big sister is right when she says there is no place for her here. The whole family has formed around you and your little sisters and she is left outside. She has no room at home. Not here either. And even if you could persuade her to stay in your group, how would you do it? She hardly knows anyone in the group of Millie or Megan. Hardly anyone really likes her. And if you can do it all, then what? Then she is in a world that she does not know or understand. And you sleep with her sisters. You clench your teeth and growl annoyed. If you secure Maureen here, it would endanger the relationship with Megan and Millie. You have only been with them for such a short time, the others are also beginning to notice something, so you cannot risk drawing someone into the mix who does not have the strength or affection to understand this. And to accommodate her outside of the group? Dad would surely send you money, even if he knew it was for Maureen. Then you could put her in a hotel. Like an animal or what? No, that wouldn't work either. Fuck!

Of course your thoughts continue to drift. Inexorable and without waiting for you. Denise. Damn! Poor Denise. What am I doing with this little thing? Fingers herself desperately to feel closeness. Would let you fuck her all day just for a nice word. You get sick at the thought of the night. How she cried in your lap, uninhibited and lost. At least Millie had you. But where it helped to take her as a girlfriend, how would you explain such thing with Denise? You can't hide something like that. And even if you take her in as your GF, you already have an 'official' one in Emma, which needs your whole attention in this regard to make sure, you don't use her. How would she react to that? Megan would surely stand behind it and Denise and Millie are friends. Wait, it doesn't work that way. You can't let yourself be torn between four women. The day with Emma was incredibly nice. You still have to do the same with your sisters.

Emma. Oh Emma. You just got away with her. That she understands that you may be with her, Millie and Megan alike, but the two of you are still your sisters, is so fortunate that you can never hope again for anything lucky in your life besides this three woman. Your luck is exhausted and you couldn't be happier with the result. Yes, Emma said she understood the dynamics between the four of you. But it still hurts that you have not yet been able to give the word 'love' to her. Because of Millie and Megan, but also because you're scared, you haven't said anything yet. Dude, a normal friendship doesn't start with a confession of love either. We are not on TV here. 'I like you' is enough for Emma and everyone else. But you don't have a 'normal' relationship with the girls. You couldn't be further away from the word 'normal'. And everyone else knows that too. And that's why you owe it to her to make her happy in every way. Like Megan and Millie.

You didn't realize that you fell asleep during your self-imposed ****. Your thoughts wander into the realm of dreams without you noticing the change. Your dreams now take control of your mind and if you were awake you would be happy to know that your subconscious and your mind are thinking about the same things. Your stepmother is a psychologist by profession and once told you that a balance between mind and subconscious is very healthy and testifies to a strong and balanced character. But your mind and subconscious agree that you are neither strong nor balanced. No sleep in the world can change that.

But something else can. The warmth of a body on yours. Only now do you notice the closeness of another person by your side. You drift between the worlds, sometimes in your sleep, sometimes in a trance. A hand wraps around yours and gently caresses your skin. An arm wraps around you, it's light as a feather. One leg is over yours. You roll to the person and your sleep becomes tighter, deeper as you put your head near the other.

Your dreams come back. You see Megan smile at you, her eyes full of love. Millie who trusts you and loves you. And Emma, who stands behind you and strengthens your back. You see their faces in front of you and feel their touch on your body. A delicate hand slides over your belly and you growl comfortably as fingers wrap around your lance. Your dreams become more intense. Millie on you, her face in ecstatic pain, facing you. Her small breasts stretch towards you and want to be touched. Her nipples are skyward. Emma, clinging to you and holding onto your body as she comes several times, pressing out homages of love between her teeth. And Megan.

"Oh Megan..." She is lying next to you, kissing your face, caressing you and massaging your cock. Her smile has always enchanted you. Her laughter when she is happy, her pouting when something doesn't suit her. She does it so well. She jerks you faster and faster but manages to keep you in your cozy world.

It has to be Megan. It can only be Megan. Millie would not be so brisk and even if Emma has a somewhat adventurous streak, surely no one in which she would jerk you off on the terrace? No. Megan is the one who longed for you the most and now wants to get what she's been waiting for.

Her face hovers over you like that of an angel. A perverted angel. You have to involuntarily bare your teeth at the thought of her body. It feels so good to feel her on your skin and around your crotch. You could spend eternity with this woman and damn it, you will. You will somehow make it and start a family with her, your beloved Millie and Emma. Three angels by your side. Maybe you've already died?

You groan contentedly and when the pressure in your loins increases you are reminded by practiced fingers that this is your life now. You are alive. Three women love you. God, have you made mistakes in your life. Like everyone else, you made wrong decisions. You shouldn't have treated Emma so condescendingly. You should have confessed your love to Millie much earlier. You shouldn't have let Megan fidget for so long. All three have been waiting for you. You. Why? What makes you so special? You do not know.

The hand around your lance moves faster and you are distracted from your hallucinogenic brood in the best way there is. It does not matter. At the lake you live in the moment. No matter how quickly everything develops here, you are dealing with people who have the same goal as you.

"Come for me Finn" says a petite voice and whispers in your ear. "Let's be together forever." You are in the arms of the girls you love. You don't care which of them couldn't hold back. You understand it too well. With the rhythmic movements you slowly drift back into the here and now. You soon make it. You can't wait to come and you know it will happen. The fingers are good and trained. Megan? you ask yourself again and slowly wake up. As you squirt, the hand stays in place, keep practicing until you're done. Delicate lips lie on your mouth and you return the gesture of love. Then you are finally in the real world and open your eyes.

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