We're all crazy here

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Well... It looks like I was worrying too much about Star Yuki as Tammy. So that's how we'll do it. Star Yuki, the new model, is now the official model for Tammy Lynchwood since the first picture of her in chapter one. But of course I'll keep the alternate picture on the Characters sub-chapter forever for those who prefer the old model. That's how the story started and I can understand it.

And in terms of her pet names...

Princess... that was obvious... But it's also a perfect fit, as Rose is our queen. Little Angel surprised me a little, considering the occasional spanking that our Angel will get, but OK, with that smile I can understand it. And I'm damn happy about Pumpkin and Peaches. Peaches was my favorite. So I'll use Princess and Pumpkin as pet names, Angel will be used a little more widely and if I let a sweetie pie or cupcake slip out, please don't be mad at me. :)

Now, please enjoy...

Chapter 36

"Ouch! Shit this damn..." With a pained grimace, I put my finger in my mouth and try to suck the pain away. Porridge. Who burns themselves while cooking Porridge?

I could cry. And I did. But not here. Not now. In the secrecy of my room, my refuge, safe from... him. Here? I look desperately at the pot and the ingredients. Apple sauce and cinnamon. Then I turn my head and know that I have to be strong. Strong for my mother.

Michelle Lynchwood is sitting in the kitchen. On the floor! Her butt pressed against the tiles, her legs bent and her arms in front of her chest, also on the floor, she averts her gaze. All of this must be so incredibly embarrassing for her and yet she does nothing. She doesn't get up. She doesn't fight.

My mother is lost. And as for that, Tammy seems to be on the verge of breaking too. And Rose. My little sister even seems to be happy that our brother has turned into a monster.

He rules over us with an iron fist, commands us as if he has learned nothing else, as if the past no longer exists. And we obey. Not just my family. Me too.

"Damn."

But it doesn't help. I don't even dare to raise my voice anymore when I think about how terrible my life has become. He could hear it and punish me. It seems that he hears everything anyway, knows everything and it's as if I have no chance of keeping any secrets from him.

But some secrets have to be kept, some I have to keep to myself. There are things that Finn must not find out, at any price.

"Whine... Whine..." I turn my head and notice that Mom is looking at me with wide eyes. Her cheeks are slightly red and she lets herself go. Unkempt hair, no makeup on her face, empty, tired eyes... I have those eyes too. And I know the reason for it all too well.

We don't talk about it but I can see it in Mom's eyes. She knows what's bothering me. She knows my terrible secret and even though I can't really approve of what she did to keep it, I'm still grateful to her. Just like for the lifestyle she gave me with my job and the help she gives me with it. Now we exchange glances, dejected, uncomfortable and... guilty.

Guilty because we know why I'm standing at the stove and she's sitting on the floor. Why we obey him. And why we don't do anything to cut him out of our lives like cancer.

A few days ago I only suspected it, now I know it for sure. I see it in Mom's behavior. And I see it in mine.

We want it.

We need it.

As embarrassed as we are, as bad as we feel about it... we do it willingly.

Mom no longer hides in her room, instead she crawls on the floor, practically lives there, barely speaks and eats her food off the floor. There's been no turning back since that horrible dinner and I have no illusions that this is just a phase in our lives.

"What is it?" I ask my mom, looking down at her. She looks so lost crouching down there and I clench my teeth as she crawls towards me and presses her head against my leg. Instinctively I flinch but Mom is persistent. "Are you hungry?" I stutter as my whole body goes stiff. This is all so new and traumatizing for me and the way Michelle rubs herself against me...

Why did I dress like that today? I came home, took off my work clothes and... The checkered shirt and the shirt underneath are still normal, but the skirt and the long socks... Why... But I can't finish the thought when my mother, the strong and confident woman who helped me keep my worst secret, bares her teeth and pulls on my skirt.

"Please..." I beg her and look away. I can't look at her like that. "Talk to me. I know you're in there, Mom." I grip the wooden spoon tighter but Michelle just whimpers and rubs her head against my skirt, pushing the fabric up a little so that even more skin is visible. "Mom!" I snap and scream at her. "Go away! Back to your spot!"

Her eyes go wide, she whimpers and quickly crawls under the table, her unironed black floral dress almost sliding over her butt. She turns around under the table and bends down low, pressing her body to the floor and hiding her face behind her hands.

"My God..." I'm the one who whimpers now and turns away from the stove. "Mom I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scream but... Can't you just talk to me? He's not here. We don't have to..." I fall silent.

We have to.

For the same reason that Michelle doesn't speak to her own daughter, I'm standing at the stove, in an outfit that's far too revealing for my taste, cooking for a boy who should actually be subordinate to me.

I can't come.

We. We can't come.

I see it in Mom's eyes whenever she looks at him and I recognize the primal need to submit. Something in me understands it and I'm afraid of it, but my body, and certainly my mother's too, reacts to this boy with the same reaction.

Desire.

I admitted it to him and every evening I lose the battle against myself and finger-bang myself until I'm in delirium. A delirium that consists of not being able to reach climax. On the bed, at the desk, even on the floor like an animal. In the bathtub, in the shower, in front of the mirror. At night in the hallway, in the hope that if I do it at his door, it will help. It does not. Every evening I fuck myself out of my mind with murderous desperation and can't come.

I know he does it, somehow...

And I don't care.

I'm so horny all the time...

And he is so strong...

Out of the corner of my eye I see that the milk is finally boiling in the pot and I panic.

I have to prepare a nutritious meal for him! It mustn't burn!

I quickly grab the pot and pull it off the stove... I burn my fingers. I wail. Tears well up in my eyes and under my mother's sympathetic gaze I pour the porridge into the milk, grab the whisk and stir vigorously while pain shoots through my fingers.

"Fuck..." I moan and try to blink away the tears. But I don't care about the pain.

I just want him to praise me. Praise me for cooking for him.

Then I'll have a nice feeling and then maybe I can finally come tonight, I'm only thinking about him anyway.

For better or for worse, he's always in my head. He destroys all resistance. He defeats me again and again. And whether it's in the evening with my fingers in my dripping wet, swollen, sore pussy from fingering, or now, with sore fingers on the stove, he's in my head.

And I enjoy it.

So a smile spreads across my face when I hear him coming down the stairs before my face darkens.

I'm not finished yet! I've failed! He's probably hungry and I haven't even opened the apple sauce!

But still, the fear of not being able to look him in the eyes, of not being able to hear his praising voice, mixes with the telltale throbbing between my legs and the pulling in my breasts as I turn to him.

"H-Hello... Finn..." Of course Rose is at his side and behind them, Tammy is waiting, who seems to be hiding behind Rose as my brother crouches down and stretches his arms out to my mother.

"Come here Michelle" he says and smiles and it's with like me. While she had previously looked at him fearfully, Michelle is now overcome by a primal instinct that seems to overwhelm her being.

At first nervous, her face lightens up and with a happy squeal, she crawls out from under the table on all fours, her bright eyes fixed on my brother, and throws herself into his arms while making animalistic noises, panting and squealing. Finn returns the hug and holds Mom tightly who tries to crawl up him and almost knocks him over. Under Rose's friendly laughter, Finn wipes Mom's head and strokes her under her chin so that she closes her eyes and...

Mom's moans mix with mine as we both imagine what it would be like to have sex with him.

We're both needy. So needy. We're both hot for him. And we both know that he knows it.

But Mom, even though she seems incredibly embarrassed, seems to have given up the fight. Everyone here can see how low she's sunk and her moans are wanton and docile while I... I just sound needy.

"How does it look?" Finn asks me as he strokes the woman who used to rule his life with an iron hand.

I'm alone. I don't want to be alone.

"What?" I ask and shake my head. He stands up and instinctively I feel small and feminine as he walks towards me. He can do anything to me and whether I can come or not, I would put up with it.

"The food," he says and steps next to me at the stove. Together we stare at the dirty, untidy work surface and the pot of porridge.

"I... That... I'm almost done," I stammer and look at him worriedly. "I'll do my best, I promise." But he rolls his eyes and stabs me with his dejection.

"Your best? Okay, if you say so. Make sure it's on time this time." Then he slaps me on the bottom, making me scream. Looking for support, I brace myself on the work surface and put weight on my burned finger, making my face twist in pain. "What is it?" he asks and turns back to me, looking at me with concern on his face that surprises me.

"My finger," I mutter and look at him. Why is he so worried about me? Doesn't he hate me? Haven't I failed? "It's nothing," I say. "I'm sorry. I'll work harder and..."

"Shut up," he orders and grabs my hand. "Shit, that doesn't look good. What did you do?"

"The milk... I..." My big eyes look at him but he only pays attention to my finger, looking inside himself while he holds my hand and forgets about the food and the dirty work surface.

And I lose myself in his touches, his concern for me, which I don't know if I deserve.

"I was just clumsy. I'm not that intelligent and..." What am I saying? Of course I'm intelligent! More intelligent than him!

But I want his praise, his care, his tenderness.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS -45)

And I get it.

"I don't care how stupid you are," he says without looking at me. Then he turns to Rose. "Get the first aid kit."

"Yes, brother." Rose immediately gets up and disappears, then comes back a short time later.

"There," he says as he cuts a plaster. Then he holds my hand under pleasantly cool water and then sticks the plaster over it. "Better."

"Th... Thank..." I can't believe it. What's wrong with him? I failed and didn't make him any food and... I have to remind myself with all my might that I am a strong, independent woman and not... Whatever he makes of me.

"It's okay." Then he lifts my hand and kisses the plaster gently.

My moans can be heard throughout the kitchen, by my entire family. And Finn smiles.

“Tammy!”

“Yes Daddy?” My little sister rushes forward and stands eagerly in front of him.

“You know what you have to do.” Her face lights up with proud childish joy.

“Yes Daddy. I’ll set the table Daddy.” And with that she starts moving with so much energy that it brings me out of my delirium.

“Wait… Daddy?” I look at Finn, lost. “No…” I shake my head as I feel the pressure that will make the tears come. “No…” Now he has Tammy too. My whole family belongs to him and I’m next.

And Finn knows it.

“Yes.”

And when he spreads his arms invitingly, strong and firm, I can’t help it.

I’ve fought so long, so much. I’ve lost so many times. My lions are on fire while Finn just broke my little sister like it is nothing. My mother watches us while she shakes her butt and I’m fed up. I don’t want to fight anymore.

I have to stir the porridge to keep it evenly warm.

But this time I don't care because Finn is hugging me and I want him to. My arms are weak as I raise them but my heart is pounding wildly and as the contact of our bodies changes into this intimate gesture, I am filled with something I don't know. But I immediately become addicted to it.

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"Do you see that?" he asks me as I cling to him like my life depends on him. My head stumbles around, from one thought to another, from the protective warmth of his embrace to the consuming heat of my throbbing vagina. But he has asked me a question, he has turned to me. It is reflex, instinct. I obey him, raise my head and look around.There is Tammy, her cheeks red as she brings the plates and cutlery into the dining room. She has a soft, content smile on her face.

There is Rose. She puts away the first aid kit and then turns to help Tammy like it is completely normal to her.

There is Michelle. She crawls to Rose and tugs at her pants with her teeth. Then she is happy when my sister turns to her and strokes her chin, just like Finn did.

"They are all happy," he whispers in my ear. "They are all mine." Together we watch the grotesque game of our family while he turns me around, stands behind me and puts his strong, caring, masculine, guiding arms around me again. And I hold him tight, hold him close to me, want him close to me, protecting, guiding and caring for me. "You can't lie, Jasmine Honey," his voice penetrates my head and takes up all the space in it. "You are afraid of this life, right?" I can't allow myself to show weakness. I have to stay strong.

"Yes," I say, throwing away the resistance.

"But you want it, the life, yes?" I nod and feel a tear running down my cheek. The secret. If he asks me, then... But he doesn't need that.

"Then let me help you, Jasmine." His hand moves and pushes my hair to the side.

And then he kisses me on the neck.

My vagina twitches violently and I feel my panties getting soaked with my juices.

"No job," he tells me, letting images appear before my eyes. "No responsibility."

"Finn..."

"You can see it," he states. "A happy, simple life. Just like Tammy and Michelle." His lips slide over my neck and set me on fire. I close my eyes, obey him, and imagine it.

"Yes," I finally whisper while Tammy scurries around without disturbing us. "I can see it." And I see it. The goal I so desperately want and have worked so long, so hard toward. And in such a short time, my brother has brought it so close, so dangerously close. I can reach for it. I can have it. Why not? Why shouldn't I be able to have it? "It's so wonderful. Our..." I turn my head to him as Tammy secretly watches us, as does Rose. Only Michelle is distracted. "Our family." He smiles.

"That's what you want? A family?" I nod, far too eagerly but I'm tired of pretending. It's not my secret, but it's what I want. "I can give you that. I will give it to you." He nods toward the dining room. "Then take care of your family."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS -43)

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"Oh, before you sit down..." Finn raises his hand and I remain in an awkward pose, my butt a few inches above the chair. “Did you feed the dog?”

“I…” My nervous laughter fills the room, but I don’t realize at first how I rise and stand politely next to the chair.

I have to stand when Finn talks to me.

“The dog?” Finn groans patiently.

“We have a dog, honey?” Then he smiles, still patiently, while Rose and Tammy watch from their places at the table. “You’d forget your head, honey.” And then I feel the tug on my skirt again.

Can Mom see how wet my panties are underneath?

Michelle Lynchwood is sitting on the floor, just like in the kitchen, and tilts her head as she looks at me pleadingly with red cheeks. It must not be easy for her either, but, just like me now, she is embracing her fate.

“Well… yes… so…” I look around the room helplessly. The table is already set with my pathetic attempts at cooking, the glasses are ready - Tamms is very proud of it - but I can't find any dog ​​food. Smiling, fully devoted and patient with me, Finn lifts his plate, fills it with porridge and hands it to me.

"The corner should be suffice," he smiles and I lose myself in that smile. "I know how grateful Mom is that you take care of her, but we both know that she can be a handful sometimes. Here. You deserve a break. Mom is eating in the corner." I look down at my mother.

"Mom..." I ask her, but I know how pointless it is.

"Arf!" she barks and wiggles her butt. Then she follows me, excited and happy, tugging on my skirt and almost making me trip. And when I bend down and put the bowl of white mush on a towel in the corner of the room, I realize too late that my skirt almost slipped over my butt. The cool air between my legs makes me shiver.

“You take good care of Mom. I’m proud of you. Honey.”

This word...

"Thank you, Honey..."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS -41)

Before I can react, my lap twitches so hard that I almost stumble. I want him so much and that word...

Deep in my head I know what it means but I can't admit it to myself yet. I'm too weak.

And yet my brother is there for me.

I stand next to the chair again and look at him questioningly. Finally he nods and I sit down closest to him with relief. I'm sitting alone on one side of the table, Tammy and Rose on the other, Rose near Finn, and he sits at the end of the table like a king.

Or the master of the house...

"Daddy?" My vagina twitches and throbs and is wet and dripping so much that I'm afraid the bottom of my skirt will get wet when I look at my little sister who is sitting chastely at the table.

"What is princess?" he asks and Tammy looks at the table. We all have this crazy behavior, somehow knowing what's going on, want it, hate it, but can't do anything to stop us from loving it too.

"Can I sit on your lap?" Tammy lowers her head chastely, but then Rose reaches for Finn and takes his hand.

"She was such a nice girl today. Give it to her."

"Okay. Come here, Princess."

"Yai!" My mouth is slightly open as Tammy jumps up from her chair, runs around Rose as if the floor were lava and almost jumps on Finn. He catches her, makes sure that she doesn't fall off his lap and sits properly, and puts her plate that Rose gave him in front of her.

"I don't like the food," she says, poking at her porridge. "It's disgusting."

"You'll like it," Finn encourages her. "Your..." He looks at me and my lips involuntarily form an M. "Your sister went to such trouble with it."

"It's gross."

How dare she, I ask myself, stunned. It's not even burned! I went to so much trouble with it and now...

"I'll make you something else." As I stand up, I frown. What am I doing here? What's happening here?

It was like a reflex, something I can't control. Tammy, small and helpless and so incredibly... cute... On my brother's lap... I just want to be there for her.

Just like I want to be there for Mom.

I want to support Finn.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +4 (PS -37)

"I'll make her something else," I say again, but Finn stops me.

"Your food is good enough. For your second try," he says, making me happy and unhappy at the same time. I'm floating on these feelings, confused and safe at the same time. And only he can give me the stability I need right now. "Just grab her a can of peaches."

"I like peaches," says Tammy, smiling at Finn as if he was the one who saved the situation.

But he is, I realize. He made sure that my food is not criticized, that my performance was praised, and that Tammy is happy at the same time.

And as much as it hurts me, this praise is the best I've received in months. Nothing in my job compares.

I quickly rush into the kitchen and bring Tammy her peaches.

"Happy little peaches," Rose grins at her sister, who takes a fork to open the can. "Oh come on," laughs Rose, rolling her eyes as Tammy stares at her triumphantly. The two are playing the same game as Finn and my little sister, and I'm the newest participant.

"Well done sis," says Finn. And then he leans over the table, past Tammy, pulls Rose towards him and...

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When their lips meet, everything becomes clear to me.

This is not a kiss on the forehead or cheek, already too much for siblings, even adopted. This is something serious, big, important.

The two have feelings for each other.

The realization hits me like a hammer as a piece of the puzzle falls into place before my eyes. Rose is hesitant at first, but then lets it happen and is finally the one who grabs the back of Finn's head, puts her fingers in his hair and her tongue in his mouth.

But that's not what blows my mind to pieces.

It should be me! I should kiss him!

Jasmine Lynchwood. +6 (PS -31)

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My life is so chaotic. Everything is so messed up.

My mother, the strongest woman I know, presents her black lace panties under her dress while she kneels with her head in the corner over her food bowl and her face in lukewarm porridge.

My little sister kisses my little brother with tongue while she holds him and moans into his mouth, free and carefree.

And my littlest sister bounces back happily on his lap in front of us, spooning her porridge with peaches and not bothered by being treated like a little girl.

And I sit here, denied, wet and horny, ready to do anything to...

My knees touch the floor and I feel the impact in my body. The shock wave penetrates to my clit and makes it dance.

But that's not important.

Not because I only get about halfway to my goal anyway.

It's not important because it's him.

He's important.

It gets a little darker around me as I sink under the table, but I see clearly now.

Finn was right.

I want to be part of this family.

And maybe my dark secret isn't so dark anymore, here, in the dim darkness under the table.

We're all crazy here.

My fingers are surprisingly steady as they rest on his lap. I have to be a little careful because Tammy is sitting on top of him, but nothing can stop me from doing my job.

As it should be.

"We're all crazy here," I realize and have to grin.

Then I pull Finn's pants down.

Of course he's already hard.

I want to hesitate one last time, but before the thought of resistance can even cross my mind, I feel his hot, throbbing tip on my tongue.

It feels right.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +8 (PS -23)

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(Heartfelt and way to long) Message from the author:

The beginning of this chapter is a bit drawn out but after the break I imposed on myself yesterday I had a lot to write. I definitely took up too much time and space in the first half, perhaps because I wanted to be extra careful. But halfway through the chapter I think I managed it and delivered a good end product. The next chapter continues from Finn's point of view with a nice BJ from his adopted big sister.

What do you think of her behavior in this chapter? After all, you could use exactly the same argument for her as for Tammy, right? But I've already put her in this situation and no one has complained. Don't get me wrong, I welcome the reaction which, although different, was fortunately openly and honestly communicated by everyone and I'm proud that we managed to handle everything civilly and with law and order. Thank you for that from me to you, the reader.

I've thought about the... let's call it "concerns" that some of you have expressed. I have to admit, because of the situation I had already addressed with Michelle, I was a little confused when it came to taking away decision-making power, and I think my mistake there was not so much that I brought up the subject (childish Tammy and puppy Michelle), but that it was not made clear enough that they wanted it. And to be clear, Michelle does not want to be treated as a puppy.

So this is a pretty complex subject that we are dealing with. Tammy and Michelle need it, but don't want it, or don't want to admit that they want it. Women are complex beings, we all know that.

And I have actually spoken to several women that I trust in my life and also used experiences from past friendships and relationships to address the issue with Tammy.

My personal experience, as well as the response of four of the five women in my life that I interviewed, was that they welcome having control taken away from them. That they even enjoy it, after it has been done with appropriate (in one case inappropriate) ****.

So I see the problem as being entirely yours!

Okay, sorry, that was meant to sound funny. But yes, the problem is us men.

And it is not a problem.

I personally find it incredibly wonderful and after my research, I have come to the conclusion that the concern for Tammy and her ability to consent is something that is more on the side of the man than on the side of the woman who is being deprived of the power to make decisions.

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We men know what the world is like. We know that there are bad people there. And we know (at least I do) how it feels when we are put on the side of society that we don't want to be on. The perverted, the sick, the brutal and the stupid.

For me it shows an incredible emotional intelligence and a sense of the society we live in when we men control ourselves. That really touched me. We are all here, on this site, we know what is happening here and we know why we are here. And yet we do not forget what our responsibility is.

In another story of mine that I wrote in response to accusations made by a certain person/group against another group (voters in the USA), I dealt with the accusation that was made against me (as an elected Republican since... I think 2020). Among other things, that this group of people is not able to distinguish between reality and fiction.

Well. All of you, everyone who has spoken for or against baby talk and all that, has shown this statement (and the author of it) that it is wrong. Regardless of whether you think it's hot that Tammy says widdle and sowwy or not. All of you have shown me (and the world) that you can approach this topic without hate and prejudice and with enough intelligence. I am grateful for that.

I personally made the "mistake" of writing Tammy from the perspective of a girl who wants to be **** and forgot to say that clearly enough. I apologize for that, even though I feel like you all handled it better than I did...

To make things clear. At the end of this story, at PS+100, every subject/character/girl will be happy and content with their fate. Some will be happy that they are unhappy. But this is a (at least I'm trying) long and complex story in which the way the MCD works is not given as much attention as character development. Therefore, there may still be incidents, then, now and in the future, in which references from previous chapters are used to justify actions in the current chapter. Just because it is not in this chapter or explicitly mentioned does not mean that I am crossing any boundaries on purpose and without informing you like the Russians did in 2014.

As in every chapter, with every character, with every girl and with every kink, I will make sure that my moral compass is not damaged and that means that women/girls are treated within the boundaries set by the society in which I live.

This is all to justify myself and maybe it is all too much anyway. I only know how I portrayed Michelle and Tammy in this chapter and I want to present all the possibilities to you as a reader.

So if you think I am crossing boundaries at some point in the future, then tell me. I am not Putin and I abide by the law.

Oh and please understand that I didn't address every comment in the last chapter. It should be clear that, as I wrote the chapter, I didn't see any problem with it and I don't want to take too many sides.

I can understand the concerned people and hope I have shown that I respect and understand their point, but I also understand the side of people like me who don't see any problem in taking the decision away from Tammy and reducing it to the prescribed principles. I hope I've done a better job in this chapter.

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Okay, way too much to go into. Finn hasn't finished dinner yet, but we can certainly start thinking about how he spends the 2300 tokens he now has at his disposal by the end of the next chapter.

After that, I'll probably add the path modifiers he can buy and put them in the Subject/User Perks chapter.

In any case, this chapter is a good example of what I can do with the new images. It makes things a bit livelier.

And here is the poll for the Tokens:

https://strawpoll.com/poy9kPDw2gJ