The last supper

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Okay, that took a lot longer than I expected. Last week, I revised the entire process for PS +50 to make it more interesting for you. BIG decisions are coming up for Tammy, Michelle, and Jasmine in the next (already written, so published tomorrow). Also, the evening program is now set.

It was a very close call between Michelle's family orgy and Jasmine with Tammy... So, I think we'll experience both with a focus on Michelle.

So, first, three difficult decisions, which I hope I made difficult for you, then a poll about a possible sex (and counsolling) scene between Finn and another girl (this will become clear in the next chapter), and finally, the family orgy, centered around Michelle.

As for the other girls from school, I also put a lot of thought into it last week and will use the time during the orgy and the possible sex with another girl to create interesting storylines for each of them, in connection with the big change in the next chapter.

Basically, it's about creating a distant goal for Finn, putting problems in his way to spice up the story and bring him and his girls closer together.

When making major changes, I tried to incorporate as much input from my readers as possible, and some of you will certainly find yourselfes reflected in my suggestions and choices.

Now, please enjoy...

Chapter 53

A few minutes later, four pairs of eyes are watching me as I put my fork in my mouth. Jasmine, my (from now on) devoted little loving wifey, is paying attention to me every movement, every twitch of my facial muscles as she watches me with hope and love. Her moans of relief float over the soft music playing in the background, but she doesn't speak, waiting until I've swallowed the simple but delicious meal.

The rest of my family waits to eat until I give them permission to begin. Jasmine had the idea. Nervously, she turned to the family, standing behind me at the head of the table, and her first action as my wifey was to make it clear to everyone that from now on, they were under me.

"We owe it to him," she had said. "Not only for the shameful past we burdened him and his sister with, but also for his strong guidance and the support we all need in our lives." Then she looked at me submissively, waiting for a sign that I was proud of her.

"But what about..." Of course, it was Tammy who couldn't interpret the situation, but I think it was more because she didn't understand how things had changed than because she wanted to actively resist me. Rose quickly intervened, placed her hand on her little sister, and admonished her to be quiet.

"When Daddy talks, good girls listen," she said, smiling encouragingly at me. What Jasmine had started, Rose is now continuing, and it seems to me that the two older sisters have found a way to 'share' me, not only sexually, but as a brother as well. In any case, Jasmine is sitting on one side of me, Rose on the other, while Tammy and our mother sit a little further away.

"It's delicious," I announce, putting the fork back in my mouth, actually satisfied. Then, with a nod, I open the meal for the others. Tammy, hungry and slightly confused by the new situation, immediately pounces on the food, but Rose holds her back one last time.

"Thank you for taking such good care of us, Finn." Her voice carries a certain superiority that, like her, was previously unknown to me, but which we both need to cultivate for the good of our family.

And besides, it's fucking cute to see her asking for my permission to rule by my side.

More cautious than I am, Rose is careful not to go too far, but also recognizes the avenues I open for her to interact with her family. While Tammy and Jasmine, and to a certain extent Michelle, albeit still hesitantly, thrive in the blissful ignorance that submission to me brings, Rose is walking the path that the MCD and I have given her. And she's doing it excellently. After me, and sometimes even before me, it's Rose who interacts with the others and brings the women of the family together.

"Do you like it?" she asks her younger sister. She nods eagerly and grins broadly. Then she pouts as Rose wipes the corners of her mouth with a tissue.

"I can do it myself," Tammy grumbles, snatching the tissue from Rose's hands and wiping her mouth like a proper young lady, blushing slightly. "Thanks," she mumbles, trying not to come across as bratty.

"And Jasmine," Rose turns to her older sister. "You've outdone yourself." She points to the food and gives a thumbs-up.

"I wanted to please my hubby," Jasmine says, hesitantly, but when she looks at me, her face also lights up. It's a feminine smile, a bit uncertain, in love, and above all, giddy. Her breathing quickens a little and her eyes fix on me, while I focus on my middle sister.

"So, brother," Rose flirts openly with me. It's so liberating not to have to hold back anymore, and under Tammy's watchful eye, my sister reaches out and caresses my hand while my other sister, also in love with me, watches patiently and happily. "I have an idea." I ask at her what she means. Rose tells me about her desire to have more music in her life. Michelle never allowed us to listen to music loudly, not even in our room, and it took Rose almost half a year to save up enough money for a decent pair of headphones for her phone. Now she suggests we create a joint account on a music platform of my choice.

It's a normal conversation we're having, nothing special, not even hampered by the situation we were in just a short time ago. And that's what makes it so romantic. I'm sitting here with this wonderful girl, holding hands with her, surrounded by a functioning and close-knit family, talking about banal things. Not everything in my life is big and exciting. I control the Voilleyball bitches, making them my toys. I turn a nice girl into a cow, a woman into a dog. Robots, little good girls, e-girls, thieves. And I have so many other names in my phone. But none of that is as powerful as being with a person who appreciates and supports me. That's why I have to ask her.

"You know I'll agree," I prepare her. "The rest of Rania's money is well spent. But why do you want to share an account with me?" I lean toward her and gently place my hand on her slender shoulder. "Those days are over." But Rose just shrugs, rests her fingers on mine, and looks at me dreamily.

"I don't want everything to change," she confesses as the rest of the family listens to our conversation. The dynamic is quite clear. Rose and I have become the undisputed center of the family. "Some things should stay the same. By that, I mean... well..." She can't look me in the eye, turns her head, and brushes a strand of hair out of her face. "I know I wasn't the best sister for you... but..." Then her eyes meet mine. "But I liked the way we tried to stick together." A shy smile. "Even if it hasn't always worked out, things change, Finn. And that's good. But I also want some things to stay the same. I want to share my music with you. I want to see what songs you listen to in the morning on your way to college, and in the evening, you can see what music I listen to in the shower." She actually turns a little red around the nose and her eyes begin to shine. "I want us to share the things that are important to you."

Rose Lynchwood. +2 (PS +47)

"Sis..." Our eyes turn to Tammy. "I have some headphones in my room you can have if you want," she says in a low voice, looking at me as if asking for permission.

"Thanks, sis. I would really appreciate that," Rose replies without waiting for my permission, just as I wish.

With her progress score below the others, it must be strange for my sister to be the last of them. Maybe it's something related to her past. She and I are the closest, but Tammy, Jasmine, and Michelle are ahead of her in those areas. Not far, but Rose seems to think that since she has feelings for me, she should be further along. At least, that's what I suspect, but I also sensed an urge in her to prove herself to me, to be my best bro, just like the girl who has my love.

"We'll share all of this," I assure her without having to think about it. Supporting Rose and wanting her close to me has become normal. "And you're not the only one who wishes all things would change." I won't forget the look we share for a long time. Then I look around the room. Part of my newfound purpose is also to always be there for everyone. "But some things will change." The assembled women all look at me, pay attention to me, and stop what they're doing.

"What things will change?" Tammy seems nervous as she looks from sister to sister to mother to me, her face contorting in pain. "I don't want things to change. I like the way things are." Pouting. She crosses her arms over her cute little breasts under her shirt and looks sullenly at her plate.

"Oh honey," Jasmine coos and stands up. Her motherly instincts kicking in, she rushes over to her 'daughter' and hugs her. "We'll do what Daddy asks of us," she tries to comfort her. "You know Daddy loves you very much. But what Daddy decides, the family does."

While the two young women press their cheeks together, I exchange glances with Rose. From my eyes, their gazes wander down to my hands, and while Tammy is being comforted by her new, devoted mother, I look at the MCD.

Oh.. my god... no...

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With this, at the end of the chapter, we enter the middle part of the story. Like with Luke Skywalker, Finn will not lose a hand, but it will not be as easy as it was before. Decisions will have to be made that are no longer right or wrong, but the lesser of two evils. I thought long and hard about whether I should subject The Mind Control Device (the story) to this treatment (which is one of the reasons for the long break), but in the end I decided to go for it. I have therefore endeavoured to make the polls, and thus Finn's future as well as that of his girls, interesting and, above all, meaningful. But more on that in the next chapter. Three polls await you and I will leave them open longer than before so that we really reach everyone who reads my story.