Own the night

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I have to admit that I'm not 100% happy with the photos in this chapter. I didn't find the perfect photos, but I wanted to describe the outfits and not publish something over 5000 words without visual support. Therefore, some of the photos are not really relevant, but I firmly believe that it will still be a good support for the reader.

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Chapter 44

Actually, I always thought that the moment I found out that my father's hardware shop had to file for bankruptcy would be forever etched in my memory as the event I would be most ashamed of. Or the time when I found out that my mother was leaving dad because he could no longer provide for her. Or the moment when I got a new stepmother, more cruel and merciless than I expected. My family never had much money but we struggled and worked hard to get to the place that the bankruptcy drove us out of, a house or an apartment like the ones my friends live in. Now we live in a normal single-family house outside the city, upper middle class, a disgrace if you believe Candice's words. And I do.

I have often asked myself whether it makes sense to hang out with these girls, but as mean as their pranks may be - Finn doesn't deserve to be made fun of like that, I've always believed that - I still have to say that it would be better him than me and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

What embarrasses me, however, is my family's situation. Yes, things are slowly improving and we are still richer than the loser that Finn is, but I am still ashamed every day of the fall we suffered. My father is a nice man, just like Finn. And just like Finn, he smiles a lot, is friendly... Just like Finn, he is too nice for this world. A victim. And I am not a victim.

Well...

My face twists into a grimace, showing the toxic mixture of shame and lust that has been constantly and punishingly following me for a few days now.

Completely naked, I sit in my spacious but much too small room and fuck this fucking volleyball as if it were the most valuable thing...

It is his most valuable possession.

And I fuck it. I fuck this ball and... And I enjoy it.

"Oooohffffffuck..." I have been trying to satisfy myself for some time, but I can't manage it, I just keep walking on the edge, but I can't get over it. I would love to fall into the wonderfully dark abyss and the slime that my pussy spreads over the white cover of the ball sticks to my thighs and runs wet and hot over the sticky remains of the last session. All day I do nothing but try to satisfy myself, but it doesn't work. Sniffling, I wipe my face while my hips continue rhythmically to work on the ball.

This is all so incredibly embarrassing. I am ashamed of it.

Because up until now, despite all the shame about my family's fall, I still had control over myself and large parts of my life. Except for Candice, to whom I sacrificed part of my freedom in order to be her friend, I was independent and strong.

And now my body is refusing to release me, even though I am in possession of the most valuable object that Finn fucking Lynchwood ever owned.

"Why... Fuck why... What's happening here..."

But I can't find an answer. It's floating somewhere out there, out of my reach, simple and liberating. But right now I'm not reaching out for the solution, but for the small silver vibrator that has always served me so well, but now only mocks me when I hold it repeatedly to my twitching clitoris. My labia press flat against the ball, glide softly over the warmed-up cover of the ball, fit into the grooves on its surface and part for my clitoris, which, if I bend my body far enough, at just the right angle...

"Oh... Yes... Yessssss!"

But no.

It doesn't help.

Weak and exhausted, I let myself fall onto my back and stare at the ceiling of my room that I hate so much with my legs spread wide. I want to live in luxury again. I want what I had before again.

Puffing, I put my hands on my face.

As with my body, I had my thoughts and desires well under control since the time of the fall. But since the day Candice and Lynn decided to humiliate Finn, everything has changed. I don't know why but...

I look at the ball, wet and disgustingly covered in my juices... And so perfect.

Stealing it, taking it from Finn's possession and giving it to me... Nothing felt as good as that.

I want it again.

Rania Naziri. +4 (PS -92)

"Fuck!" But I can't. The ball is in my possession. I stagger up onto my knees and crawl naked and with throbbing labia through my room. When my fingers touch the wet leather, a feeling of perfection that I have never known before runs through me. It is as if my life is complete, as if I have achieved what I am here for. Maybe that is also the reason why it doesn't bother me so much to lose control of everything else that is important to me. My body, my freedom that Finn took from me with his act of ****, the humiliation and the loss of so many other things. I lift the ball, feel the film of pussy juice on my fingers.

Then I purse my lips, close my eyes and let my lips glide through my own pussy juice. It feels wonderful and when I think about the fact that all of this now belongs to me, Finn's most precious possession, I am filled with a feeling that almost makes me come. Hours of finger banging, useless. Kissing the property of Finn, perfect.

"What is happening to me?" But again my brain can't find an answer and I ask myself from a distance whether the others must feel the same way. We all behaved strangely in the garage. But all I can think about is that the ball...

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"Oh my God..."

The volleyball lands on the floor with a dull sound...

Useless.

"What..." I stare at him in horror. "No..." I quickly bend down, pick him up and kiss him again. "No no no no!" I lick him, taste myself... Nothing. "No!"

The ball is useless.

"Oh my God..."

I almost collapse, my knees hit the floor of the room hard and I have to hold on to my cheap bed while all my courage leaves me.

Something has happened.

I can feel it.

With my eyes on the ball I realize it.

The ball is no longer important. Just a volleyball and I feel nauseous. I double over, ****, as I realize what humiliating things I have done to get hold of this useless piece of junk.

"My God Finn! Oh my God! Fucking shit fuck!"

With a panicked cry of loneliness I throw myself on my bed and press my face into the soft fabric of the pillow.

"What's happening here!"

No answer. And no matter how hard I try, the memories don't go away. Is it a punishment? For my sins? A punishment for the person I am? For what I did to Finn? Am I going crazy? After all, I'm fucking sports equipment in front of my friends and Finn. I beg him, worship him, just to get something that then simply disappears from my consciousness. It feels like I've always wanted a child, then had one and now... Now I don't care.

Am I... Am I a monster?

I want to ask myself again what's happening to me, why I seem to be falling apart. I don't care about anything, except one thing... And then I don't care about that either. I don't know anything anymore. I'm confused, scared and panicked.

And there's someone who could help me.

I know it. Somehow I know it. Maybe he can give me the security I so desperately want. It all started with him, maybe he can help me understand it.

Or at least maybe he can be there for me.

"Finn... help me."

Rania Naziri. +4 (PS -88)

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I rush through my room and grab my cell phone. I pick it up with shaking hands and... I don't know his number.

I blink and stare at the black screen. Didn't he give us his number when he became our coach? But I don't remember. He was too unimportant. An obstacle to my ascent to my appropriate place.

Now he's not so unimportant anymore, eh, Rania?

But self-doubt doesn't help me.

I have to find Finn and ask him... What do I want to ask him? The only thing I really know is that I'm scared of what's happening in my life. But I don't know if he has anything to do with it. Candice, Lynn and their stupid pranks are what brought me and Finn together. Okay, I wanted to get closer to him to make it more painful for him, but other than that, I just... I just... Just...

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The only thing I know is that I want Finn's pillow... I need it... I have to have it...

Finn's pillow. In his small, shabby apartment... which I know exactly where it is in this huge city.

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And now I'm standing in front of the entrance to a small terraced house in the suburbs of New York.

Forgotten are the questions about what is happening to me. Forgotten are the worries about my mental state. Forgotten is the shock about the volleyball. Forgotten are the many questions.

I got here as if in a trance, by bus, at night, alone. Fucking dangerous.

Fuck it. I have to have his pillow.

I don't care what he did to me. I don't care that I should actually be thinking about what's happening here. I don't care that I don't behave like that.

All that matters now is getting into this apartment that I know everything about and taking what I need. His pillow.

I know who is in the apartment right now. His entire family. Mother Michelle. Older sister Jasmine. Younger sisters Tammy and Rose.

And Finn.

I'm briefly scared. I'm about to break into a house, something I've never done before and thought I'd never do. But I don't feel bad and the fear disappears immediately when I realize that this is what I'm going to do. No questions, no fears. There's something in there that I have to have and I don't care if it belongs to Finn or someone else. As luck would have it, I want it and Finn has it and I know my life will make sense again once I have the soft, white, large pillow of his new bed that is in the small room he shares with his little sister Rose.

A smile graces my lips as I step towards the door of the terraced house but my hand trembles as I place it on the door to check. Cold wood lets me know how heated my body is. My blood rushes through my veins and my heart pounds against my chest so hard that I can feel it beating inside me. Sexual excitement fills my body and even though I am lightly dressed I start to sweat slightly as the door slowly opens.

It is easy to get into his house but at this moment I am just glad that I have found something that makes my clit throb so hard that it makes my excitement rise even further. The air is cool on moist lips, my tongue gently strokes my flesh as I set foot in the unfamiliar house.

Upstairs. Finn lives upstairs with his sister. To get there I have to go through the entrance area, past his mother's room, and up the stairs. The living room is empty and deserted. The whole room is tidy and bathed in dim light. Light from the small kitchen penetrates the room and envelops me. I quickly step to the side, out of the glow of the light, and as darkness envelops me I feel... intoxicated. My breathing quickens and I realize what I am doing here.

My God, I feel so alive. I am addicted to the thrill of being caught, doing something forbidden and taking things. I want it, his pillow... But...

I am grateful to him.

Raia Naziri. +6 (PS -82)

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I look up the stairs. That is where my goal is. But before I can react, I hear a loud noise from the kitchen. My head snaps around and I press myself against the wall. My clothes blend perfectly with the color of the wall, something I didn't anticipate when I hastily threw them on, but no one comes out of the room anyway. Instead, I hear a quiet moan that reaches my ears like the whisper of the wind. I feel so alive and free, at the same time so driven and filled with a sense of purpose that...

I should go upstairs, to my destination...

"Just... a little... look..."

My voice is drowned out by the noise of a dishwasher, but even so, I am like a shadow in the night as I move silently through the room and into the kitchen.

I don't know the family, have never seen any of them, but I know for sure that it is Jasmine, the older sister, who is bent over the chairs and working feverishly.

"Be a good... wife..." she murmurs over and over. "Obey him... be a good wife... follow orders... make his life... better... Oh my God..."

She is a little older than me, beautiful. And she is just as excited. Her thighs are pressed together under her bright red skirt and her tight checked top reveals her sexy midriff. She has dressed up and her hair, now disheveled, suggests an elaborate hairstyle that has been ruined by work and fidgety exertion.

I watch in fascination as the young woman desperately tries to do her job, but I see the problem she has. In the light of the kitchen lamps I can see several drops of shiny liquid running down the inside of her thighs. Her knees are shaking and pressed together and she is trying to do a job she is not dressed for on her red high heels.

"Oh God... Finn... please..." But like me, she has that name on the tip of her tongue and, like me, her behavior seems to give her sexual satisfaction. Then my eyes widen when I see Jasmine put the plate next to the sink, far to hard, cling to the work surface with both hands, bend forward and lowers her head. "Please..." I hear her whisper from my position at the door. "Please... Pull yourself together... Be determined and... be... strong and... and..." Her whole body vibrates. I know the feeling exactly, the impending desire. Maybe she has the same problems coming as I do. Maybe... "Oh Fuck it!"

But no. The wall is hard, cold and dark against my back as I turn around, just like Jasmine does, and avoid her gaze in time. I can no longer see into the kitchen but hear her high heels clicking on the floor and press my hand against my mouth to keep from making a noise. Then I hear the fridge being opened, then closed. The high heels again and then...

"Eeeep... Cold..." I wait two seconds, four, eight... then I move.

Jasmine has turned her back to me again. She has pulled up her bright red skirt and I can see her round, perfectly shaped butt, her tight asshole and her shaking hands. The green cucumber is big and cold, I can imagine, but Jasmine moans with satisfaction as the vegetable parts her labia. Pain shoots through my body, I bite my lip so hard as I watch the young woman ram a cucumber into her pussy, right here in the open and masturbate feverishly with it.

"Finn... thank you Finn... brother... Oh my god you feel so good..." The young woman shows no remorse, says his name, her brother's name, with the same devotion as I did. But unlike me, she is not shocked. Instead, her body is jolted by waves of an orgasm that makes me shudder. "Oh god! God! Finn... Finn I love you... I... Finn... Husband please... ohmygodplease... Marry me!"

Jasmine Lynchwood. +7 (PS +10)

Girlcum lands in several streams on the cold, bright floor as Jasmine trembles in her high and as the cucumber slowly glides out of her opening and falls hard to the floor while his sister bends exhausted over the kitchen sink. I, on the other hand, don't dare breathe as ice-cold realisation takes hold of me.

She can come when she thinks of Finn.

Then there is curiosity.

Maybe I can do that too?

My tongue slides over my lips again, healing the welts my teeth have drawn. I have to go up. He is up there. And my goal.

I push myself away from the wall quietly and smoothly while the other woman sighs quietly and goes back to washing the dishes.

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“Maybe this one? No… This one?”

I know I shouldn’t… but…

It has to be the mother and her room is on my way. I should actually be ashamed of intruding into the family’s privacy like this, but if the mother is like the older sister… “What would he like?”

Of course she is and maybe shame is the feeling that will accompany me in this crazy chapter of my life. The shame of doing something that I know is reprehensible? The shame of watching a woman masturbate in public with a cucumber?

Or the shame of seeing a mature, self-confident woman on the floor of her luxuriously furnished room, clad only in a pink bikini set, in front of a mirror and trying on various headbands with animal ears on it.

What is it with this family, I ask myself, but - as is often the case when it comes to Finn Lynchwood - I can't find an answer. And - as is often the case when it comes to Finn Lynchwood - I don't care and I'd rather be captivated by him, his actions and his personality. A personality that obviously makes his mother look at herself in the mirror and practice various poses that make her look like a pet, a puppy.

She's wearing a hairband with fluffy, pink ears, clearly from an erotic shop, and is making faces in front of the mirror. Panting, she raises her arms, presses them together in front of her chest and lets her tits bulge, tits as big as I want mine to be. Bite sized as I am, I wouldn't be able to let my tongue hang out of my mouth with such grace and skill as Michelle does and...

What am I doing here, I ask myself, shocked, but I don't move from the spot and watch the woman sitting in front of the mirror, panting, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Then she barks in a cute way and I feel the knuckle of my finger brush my teeth as I watch the grown woman examine herself with a determined look.

"No. Too whorish. He wants a good puppy. I am a good puppy. Arf!" With that, she changes her headband to a brown one, not quite as conspicuous, that matches her hair. Her upper body lowers, she stretches her ass, which is wrapped in a skimpy pink pantie, towards me and wiggles it while her eyes look up pleadingly.

She is training for him, I realize with fascination. She is training to submit to her son.

"Arf!" I hear the woman bark. Then she rolls onto her back and presents her belly to me. "Pet me, owner. Arf! Please pet you good little bitch and... please..." She wiggles her whole body, but then she sits up again and I almost forget to hide, lean against the door and see the woman get back on all fours, bend over and tenderly kiss her reflection. "Give me little puppies."

Michelle Lynchwood. +5 (PS +36)

The last thing I see of the grown woman is her satisfied, if deeply ashamed smile as I turn upstairs.

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God I'm so wet. My God I've never been so turned on.

I'm almost afraid that my dripping pussy could leave marks on the stairs, my panties are so wet and I'm afraid even the fabric of my jeans can't stop the waterfall pouring down between my labia. My whole body burns up being here, in this forbitten, erotic, cracy place, sneaking around, wet and horny, finding what I need, what I want, taking it from Finn and...

"Hurgh..."

It's all so surreal but so hyper-real at the same time. I want nothing more than to get this fucking pillow. His most valuable possession. It will be mine and I know vaguely that what I'm experiencing here will enable me to **** him. The volleyball... I had the best orgasms of my life with him and he handed it over to me. How much will I explode if I snatch his pillow from under his nose? And besides, I can **** him with his family.

At least that's what I tell myself as I listen at the door to his little sister's room. But when I hear her voice, bright and squeaky, happy, I'm not really sure about anything except one thing. Not my sexuality, not my relationship with Finn, this family or the changes in my life. I'm only sure that I want more. So I listen intently, crouch down and get a perfect view of the girl's spacious but untidy room through the keyhole.

"Oh Mister Fuzzy," I hear the young girl humming as she moves around the room in her booty shorts and colorful tank top. "I don't know what to do anymore." It sounds like she's talking to someone very familiar but all I can see is the girl braiding her hair into two cheeky pigtails in front of her mirror. "He's so strict and controlling. And I'm so small and ****."

My nose is pressed against the door as I strain to look into the room. It's as if I can see everything, as if it would be easy for me to spy on the girl whose name (Tammy Lynchwood) and age (18) I know exactly without ever having seen her before. But I don't pay any attention to that and I accept without protest that my eyes wander to the round, firm bottom that moves seductively in the shorts. It's not Tammy, Jasmine and Michelle are also women that I find very pretty.

It's just that the fire that burns inside me has developed into an unstoppable wildfire that is about to devour everything that makes me who I am as a person and a woman. The longer I am in this secret role, the closer I get to my goal, the more I learn about the secret dynamics of this fucked up family, the more I want to satisfy the need to touch myself.

I could do it, I'm sure of it. As I watch the girl getting ready for a boy I know who he is, as the night falls, I feel the need to sneak into his room, grab the pillow... And stay there a little longer.

But first I keep watching the girl. Just to make sure I have enough material to **** him and... oh my god, the teddy bear!

In her room, the girl has gone to the floor, a place that many women in this family seem to prefer, and is now snuggling up in the furry embrace of a large teddy bear.

"Oh Mister Fuzzy," she moans again, rubbing her young, sexy body against him. "What are you saying? That I deserve to be treated like this by him? Why do you say that?" Her voice sounds playful, but I also hear a certain degree of genuine concern, maybe even a little sadness. I can watch the women in this house well, their every move, but reading them is a different matter. Luckily Tammy makes it easy for me. "I try to be his good girl but... you know..." Again she snuggles up to her companion and rubs her cheek against his. "I want to be soooo good but... you know... it's hard... aaaal the time... and my past... you know?" Then her head jerks back. "Of course I like submitting to him. I'm his good little girl!" Then she lowers her head. "But it scares me too, you know?" she whispers, but I can hear her through the closed door as clearly as if I were standing in the room. "I know it's him, you know? I know he loves me and wants to make me good and propper. But... you know... When he's so strict and bossy, it feels good to be so small and ****... What do you mean by that? I don't care how I appear to others! Daddy is the only man who matters and he loves and cares for me... Really? I don't care if I appear stupid and **** to others." She snuggles up to the bear again. "As long as Daddy is there for me, I can be whatever he wants me to be." A long, relaxed sigh. "His good little girl... And yes, sometimes I can't handle it. I'm too small and inexperienced to know how to get along with the big people. I was that way too before Daddy took me in! I make mistakes and sometimes I am naughty… Yes, you're right, Mister Fuzzy.” She giggles in a detached, cute way and plays with her pigtails. “I like being naughty sometimes. What do you think, Mister Fuzzy? Should I be naughty on purpose sometimes? Just a little bit so that Daddy calls me back into his room and lets me suck his thingy with big sis? Oh come on, Mister Fuzzy! I know it's called dick! Dick! Cock! But that's not very ladylike, don't you think? And besides… I like that I can be so free. Daddy takes care of me and I… Well, not every time. Do you think… Do you think I can be his normal little sister too? What do you say, Mister Fuzzy? When I'm really well behaved? And when I suck his cock like a good little girl? Then that's what I'll do. I'm the best little girl he could ask for and then Daddy can give me the life I've always wanted. And Mister Fuzzy... do you think I deserve it?"

While the girl in the room seems to be making some kind of deal... a deal with a teddy bear... to submit herself to her brother so he can reward her with a good life... I can't take it anymore.

My fingers glide under the waistband of my skirt and slide between my pussy lips and the wet sound is so loud I'm afraid the whole house can hear it. Luckily I'm so inconspicuous that no one notices me as I start to finger fuck myself in the house I broke into and when I look back through the keyhole I'm not the only one with an overflowing pussy.

The eighteen-year-old girl has taken off her shorts and is rubbing her round ass over the teddy's big leg while her arms wrap around his shoulders. She moans softly, high-pitched and suppressed as she masturbates on Mister Fuzzy.

"Yes... Mister Fuzzy... That's how we're going to do it. Thank you for being there for me when Daddy pleases other women. I'm going to try really hard and be his best little girl. Then he'll train me and make me the daughter he deserves. He'll make me big and strong and then... oh... yes... we'll have lots of love together and... ha... fun and... ohmygod... sex and... and then Daddy will... Then Daddy will loooove... ha.... Meeeeee!"

Tammy Lynchwood. +3 (PS +53)

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"Oh my fucking God..." This evening surpasses everything I've ever experienced.

But I still haven't come.

Frustrated, I fuck my dripping pussy with one hand while the other holds my dripping wet panties to the side. I don't care about the wet spot I leave in the hallway and as my fingers slide through my snatch I seriously consider staying here until Finn finds me.

These women... They're all crazy... but...

They can all come.

And more importantly...

They all seem so... happy...

I haven't felt like this in a long time and only the fear of the forbidden keeps me from bursting into tears. I'm sitting here, my fingers in my hole, in a stranger's house in New York, with a strange family... And I don't care about any of that.

I want that pillow... and...

And I want what that girl has. Tammy. I want what her sister has. And what her mother has.

"I want him."

Rania Naziri. +7 (PS -81)

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So I end up in front of his door.

Behind it is him and his sister Rose.

I can see them through the door. And I can see the pillow exactly. I know where it is.

Under his head.

So how do I do this now?

The first thing I notice is something very surprising. Tammy, Michelle and Jasmine were obsessed with him while he was away. But Rose...

I lean against the door and press my ear against it while my hands press against the handle. I only hear them, but I see them right in front of me. They are lying on his bed, with his pillow. Both are naked and I am not surprised that he fucked his sister.

I want that pillow...

But I can also listen a little.

So I concentrate and while my ear presses against the door my hand wanders between my legs again.

Then the door opens, so quickly that I can't react.

The next thing I know, Finn and Rose are staring at me while I'm lying in their room, one hand between my legs, fingers in my pussy.

"Eh... hello guys..."

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Message from the author:

Another chapter where I was surprised where it was going. It seems that I don't have a fixed plan for the volleyball bitches and I'm just writing whatever comes to mind.

This chapter is very important to me, as I've decided not only to use Rania and her path for herself, but also to be able to look at the Lanyhcood family from the outside. Rania's ability to break in that her path gives her has enabled her to clarify a few things. I've also now, as you've probably noticed, introduced a long-term goal for the women in the family. I'll manage to change the women's wishes as soon as the progress score continues to rise and I've heard your wishes for the individual girls. But I think that, with the exception of Tammy's somewhat vague goal of "Love Me Daddy", marriage to Jasmine and puppies with Michelle are pretty interesting goals that Finn will definitely be happy to fulfill.

As for Tammy, the moderators of this site contacted me (some time ago). Since the chapter was not blocked, you can probably imagine that I/you/we have acted completely within the limits of what is allowed with this chapter, Tammy and her behavior and the depictions (after my corrections requested by you). I think it is important that I write it again here so that we all feel good about this story.

I have to say that in the meantime I have struggled quite a bit with myself to find a way for Tammy that we all like, now that it is clear that I am acting within the limits of what is allowed. Here is my decision.

She is Finn's daughter. So he will raise her like a daughter. The "Daddy's Good Little Girl" path turns Tammy into a good, good little girl. Thanks to the many fantastic and above all clear and well-considered messages (that helped me a lot) that so many of you have written, I have a good idea of ​​the limits that the reader sets for you. I will respect these. That is one limit.

I'll put the other one as author.

The changes that I've roughly outlined for Tammy will remain. A good little girl with some spanking/naughty behavior. She will be naive and trusting and the changes will be real, not role play. But Tammy, eighteen years old and in full possession of her mental faculties, will still exist. The PS means above all that she accepts her path, not that she is a real little child with PS +100. The idea of ​​the whole thing is the well established kink little girl/caring daddy and that's how I'll treat him. The only difference will be that Tammy will always be in this kinky role. But here too I've introduced an exception in which, if she behaves well (which she will), she will behave like a little sister to Finn. Especially when the two of them are out. For the reader and me, this gives Tammy the opportunity to appear a little more "grown up". With arguments, retorts and, when something important happens in the story, a clear, articulate opinion and in full possession of her mental faculties.

Tammy is not a small child who doesn't understand what is happening to her. Tammy is an 18 year old girl who was a terrible sister, was "rewritten" by the MCD and is now faced with the reality that she wants a caring daddy against her will.

So much for my defense, even if I don't feel that way because you all handled this delicate, if legal, situation very respectfully. Very mature of you.

What the moderators brought up was mainly the point that Tammy can no longer remember whether she has had sex. In my opinion, that is what caused the most confusion and concern. At the time, I didn't want to give the impression that I wanted to justify myself or suppress worried comments. Now, after my chapter has been confirmed, I can say with a clear conscience that the way I wrote it after correction is OK. Tammy knows what sex is, knows what it means to have sex with a man (her adopted brother) and knows what consequences sex can have. But as far as she is concerned (and us as readers too), this was her first time.

I hope my words were able to smooth things over (if that was even necessary) and I thought long and hard about whether I should bring up the topic from last year again. But I think it is important that I show people that I take their thoughts and the rules of this site seriously.

Okay. That's it.

In the next chapter there will be sex again. Finn, Rose and Rania. At first it was planned to go with Candice first, but I think Rania deserves it the most of the four. Okay, maybe Sonya too, but I have prepared a special scene for her.

Now you can finally answer a poll again. I'm wondering what the threesome will look like. Either Finn will take the lead because of the three he knows best what is happening to Rania. She is confused and torn by the need to steal the pillow or to give in to her desire.

Finn gently but with a firm hand would let her explore her desire and show her which opponent she will be up against from now on.

Of course Rania could also take the lead to get the pillow from him. Her path has given her a sexy outfit and she is so horny that it would be easy for her to seduce Finn and his sister in a steamy and sensual seduction.

Or we let Rose support her brother. She would use the situation to show Finn that she supports him and is willing to share him with other girls. In other words, a preparation for the harem. Here, Rose would treat Rania harshly to let her brother know that she will support him and his harem.

https://strawpoll.com/40Zm4Dv0oga