The last night. Part I

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Okay, not gonna lie, I had massively fun writing this sex scene. Thank you all for sticking with me and my (most needed) time for myself and after that the last chapter. With this scene, we're at the end to that and, finally, can move on to Rania's adventures. I'm almost finished with this chapter and am pretty sure I can post even before this scene is completely published. Right now, I'm writing Lakota's feet fetish and decided to hand out the food play to... someone else. Not wanting to spoil too much.

Because in short time, big changes will come upon the Lynchwood family and I'm in the process of mapping out what will happen first. It has been so long, I too need to make sure I've not forgotten any poll we had in the meantime concerning the lineup for the other chapters. After Rania, I think it was decided that Candice comes after and then Lynn? I will check that.

In the grand scheme, I want to write more about Lisa of course and her start into becoming a cheeky gamer girl.

And of course Bella needs to get introduced in Finn's world.

But there will be, like I said, a few big changes coming up in the future that will make things more interesting, I hope. We develop away from forming a harem with the Family too maintaining it with other girls. Stakes will grow, potential mishaps will come, and there will be a danger looming on the horizon that will befall Finn and his loved ones if he doesn't watch out.

Oh, and I think I had a cool idea for the MCD, but that is a secret for now. ;)

So far, I hope you enjoy this sex scene between Jasmine and Finn with the help of Michelle. Thank you all for choosing such great options for the scene. made it really easy to write some steaming smut for you. Have fun.

And now, please enjoy...

Chapter 88. Part I.

The rest of the evening goes as it should.

The T-Rex hunts the Gallimimus. I, for my part, never looked at birds the way Dr. Grat warns about. For me, they always were dinosaurs in disguise, so to speak. But I am lucky to have grown up on Jurassic Park.

And now I can watch it as often as I like. Because I'm the man of the house. Heh. You can fuck your whole family, but watching TV is equal to that?

But watching my family, it’s clear that it is.

Watching Rose...

The Raptor Escape. One of my favorite scenes.

“Clever girl,” Jasmine adds to the love that I feel over this evening. My response gets drowned by the attack of ‘the big one,’ and I love it. Tammy, for her part, is brave and strong and looks at the TV through her fingers while Jasmine and Mom nibble on her cute little tits.

And the Raptor Attack in the electrical Room, right through the cables at the wall. All the while I feel Rose's hot, wet, lovely body around me.

My life consists of fucking gorgeous women, I know that. But so far, just being inside of Rose, being close to her without making her come or ordering her around… The kitchen scene never felt so… intimate as this evening.

And that's it. Intimate. Not just with Rose, but with everyone around me. We're family. Watching TV together. Being close. Nobody can take that away from me.

And as the raptors chase the group through the building toward the dinosaurs' sad demise, I realize in the back of my mind that Rose has taken something from me—something I had owned in her past. Two things, actually. One thing was the burden of decision. She chooses to straddle me to be close to me. Not something I thought a best bro would do, but I don't mind. Nothing bad can happen when Rose decides something like getting penetrated by me on her own. It's just sex and way more than just sex at the same time, and the MCD seems to like it. Jasmine decided to do this evening for me in the first place, like a wifey should do. And Tammy was brave and Mom was caring. All of how I wish it to be.

But Rose has taken something else from me.

The burden of being perfect.

With her. I can only be myself. Today, we aren't just bro’s, we’re more.

Who're partners.

So when the Rex eats the Raptors and Rose is as sad as me, the thought is just natural.

What if I marry this woman?

Error. Error. Error.

Contacting: System Administrator...

“So…what are we doing now?” Jasmine is upstairs and puts Tammy to bed. It's already way past bedtime for my little princess, so Rose and I are doing the tidying up.

Robo Sonya helps us of course, but holds back in her sexy maid outfit while Rose, an empty bowl in her hands, reaches behind her to adjust her own panties. It's a strange moment when I'm doing work that's actually beneath me and getting as close to Rose as a normal couple would. Just two silly teenagers in their first flat who try to figure out what those marry-me thoughts in their heads mean. At least I'm man enough to take charge of the situation here, like I've always wanted to.

“Right now?" my sister asks in search for a place for the bowles. "Right now, we’re tidying up the room. Then I’ll give Tammy her good night kiss, and then…” I pull the MCD out of my pocket. It sucks that Rose can’t interact with it, but that’s a small problem.

“Rania, Candice, and Lynn are on the agenda for tonight,” I explain. Rose steps closer to me—feminine, gentle, one leg bent, head lowered, her hand resting on my chest. She waits. I wait. Then she smiles.

“Actually, I wanted to order you to fuck me to pieces,” she confesses, but there’s no lust in her voice. Only love. “You know…” And… a hint of… regret? “Like best bros do?” She looks up at me, and I lose myself in her face. So cute with that stupid little nose ring and those dark, deep, sexy eyes. Someday, I definitely want to see her without makeup, though she’d look sexy in anything she might plaster on her face. “How were the points tonight?” she asks, nibbling on her lower lip. “Did I get any points?” But I shake my head. I know she’s a bit insecure because she’s fallen so far behind the rest of the family—and probably because of her role in my life, too.

“It hasn’t been about points for us for a long time, Rose,” I tell her the truth. “The MCD served its purpose, but tonight showed me that you’re more than the role that thing had mapped out for you.” Rose hesitates.

“More than just… bros?” I nod.

“Come here.” I grab her, pull her close, and wrap my arms around her. “You can fuck me to pieces whenever you want, love,” I say. “But to me, you’re more than just the ‘best bro’ role, okay? Tonight proved that. So? You okay?” I can feel a nod at my chest. God, she's so vulnerable when she's trusting me. I love that.

"Yes, brother." She steps back from me. “Besides…” And then I need to hold her as she yawns deeply. "Fuck, I'm tired."

“It was an intense movie,” I say and brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “And you didn’t even come.” She giggles and turns around.

Then she folds, sways and I move fast to catch her.

“You okay?” I ask and she nods.

“That’s the stowed-up hormones.” She smiles and pouts so fucking cute at me. “And I can’t even go to my little nice to get a 69 orgasm anymore.”

“I can help with that,” comes the voice of Jasmine from the open door to the living room, where she watches her siblings.

“If you two lovebirds can separate for the moment, I can take my sister to her room and service her in every way she demands.” She licks her lips seductively, but then looks at me. “As long as my husband allows me to serve my sister.”

“Fine by me,” I say and groan. "And believe me. I would like nothing more than to be the filling of a hot sister sandwich right now.” The both of them giggle. Jasmine heartily, Rose tired.

"Duty comes first for you," my wifey says, coming over to kiss me on the lips. "That’s what I love about my man." We share a deep kiss, and it’s Jasmine who slips her tongue into my mouth. Tonight, Rose wasn't the only one to break her MCD rules. Okay, Jasmine is still my submissive little wifey, and her slutty behavior shows she’d happily take care of her exhausted sister. Rose, however, politely declines.

"I’m going to bed now," she says. "Shit, Finn, that movie was really good." The three of us are standing in the kitchen—forgetting the dirty dishes—when Rose steps up to Jasmine and me, and we share a three-way kiss. Rose takes the lead, placing her hands on both our heads and guiding our lips together. Then she draws Jasmine close, then me. It’s an intimate, loving moment.

And then she almost loses her balance again.

"That’s my cue," she says, rubbing her eyes. She turns to leave, but not without fighting off the fatigue to look at me. "I love you," she says with a sincerity that touches me. "Thank you for making my life so perfect." Jasmine, playing the doting wifey, clings lovingly to my arm and coos at her little sister.

With one hand on the banister, Rose drags herself upstairs to her room, and as Puppy Mom brushes against our legs, I wrap Jasmine in my arms.

"God, I love that woman," I whisper into her ear, unashamed. I feel my wifey squeeze me tighter.

"I’m so happy for you," she whispers, while Mom lies down on the kitchen floor to watch us, a piece of fruit in her mouth that she’d evidently swiped from the table. “You can see that Rose loves you. Thank you for being such a good man to my sister.”

“Hey,” I say, placing my fingers under her chin. “Thank you for being such a good woman. Today…” I press my lips together, feeling—one last time—the sorrow, the love, and the immense gratitude I feel for Jasmine. “Thank you for loving me.” She giggles. That’s all she needs to do. She’s my wifey.

“Then out of my kitchen with you—go take care of your lost little black sheeps from the volleyball class,” she says, with that love in her voice I respect so much. She’s right. I have so much on my list today. It’s going to be a long day, stretching late into the night, I suspect.

And yet…

“That almost sounds like my silly little wifey gets to decide what I do and don’t do?”