by Writing Shark
A bittersweet farewell
A day later, you watch as Giselle Auriol inspects your new apartment in exactly the same curious manner as she did with the hotel room. Maureen settles everything with the landlord downstairs and hands him the deposit while you’ve already gone upstairs. The man in his mid-50s seems nice and behaves decently towards you and your girl.
“All settled” you hear your sister behind you. “He says you shouldn’t take too much time moving in or the neighbors will complain.” While you brought Giselle and your meager luggage here from the hotel, Maureen loaded some survival essentials into her own car. Mattress, shower stuff and toothbrush, but also a simple lamp and table, as well as a hot cooking plate and two rolls of toilet paper. “Ready?” You turn to Giselle.
“And you’re sure you want this?” you ask the young French woman.
“There’s no closet here you can lock me up in if I let you down Master,” she says calmly and matter-of-factly and Maureen holds her fist in front of her mouth to keep from laughing. Your stomach turns. “But it is you who must be pleased Master. I follow you obediently.”
“Yeah…okay…we’ll work on that later.” You just hope that Giselle understands that she will love you from now on. You hand her a simple disposable cell phone that Maureen bought you. “It’s got my number in it.” You screw up your face. “I’ll only be gone one night, and I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Have a good time Master.”
“Yeah…” You shake your head. And Giselle sees what’s going on your face.
“I’ll be fine Master” she tries to reassure you. “I have everything I need and it’s only one day.” That helps, even though you know Giselle has been in worse places for longer.
“Okay… But you call if there’s anything, got it? That’s an order!”
“Yes, master.” You look sternly at the girl.
“Come on brother,” Maureen says and puts her hand on your shoulder. It’s like you’re leaving a beloved pet behind. A devoted puppy, and it pains you to think of the beautiful girl that way, but know that living with her is the best option, so you grin.
“At least you won’t blame me if I don’t wash my clothes right away” you grumble.
“Housekeeping is my duty as a slave Master,” Giselle says, blinking in a way you find trusting.
“Come here.” Giselle quickly hurries across the bare floor and presses herself against you while you give her a big kiss on the head. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Your family is waiting for you Master,” she says matter-of-factly and you snort in relief.
“She’ll be fine,” Maureen says as you walk to your cars. Before she gets in she comes to you quickly. “Hey. Don’t think about Giselle right now, okay? Mom is really angry and sad and you still need to talk to dad about the money, understand?” You nod. “Megan and Millie don’t know yet, and you need to take care of them.” Then she grins cheekily. “It’s all up to you now, young Padawan.”
“Well, thank you,” you laugh, but then turn serious again. “I understand. When will I see you again?” You scratch your head. “I mean, after today.”
“I’ll come visit you as often as I can. After work.” That’s the part that scares you. For now Maureen is the only one working for your life.
“After the date…”
“Is in a week and we have time to talk. After our parents. Finn!” She punches you hard in the stomach. You wince, gasp, and take a step back. “Get a grip man! You’re fucking all your sisters. Remember that! Not me or whoever else wants to stick their dick in me. Today is about Megan and Millie.” Then she laughs. “And about mom.” She pulls you back up, puts her hands to your cheeks, squeezes, and presses a kiss to your pouting lips. “Did you ever think I’d worry about my mom?” Then she bites the tip of your nose painfully. “You’ll make a decent girl out of me.”
“Maureen, I love you.”
“Shut up.” A raspy slap on the butt. “Don’t be afraid now. Be the man your family, your sisters need you to be.” Then she pushes you into your car.
“Mom! Dad! We’re home!” Maureen makes no secret of how funny she thinks it is to announce your arrival to everyone. You look at her reproachfully but she just grins as hurried, almost panicked footsteps approach. Then you understand and your fear disappears almost entirely as Megan throws herself against you at full speed and slams into your arms like an NFL player at the Superbowl. Millie follows and the added weight of the two brings you to your knees.
It’s the last time you trample the house rules and show the whole world – with your parents getting everything, as always – that you are the most important person in the lives of all your sisters.
Finally, Maureen pulls you to your feet from the tangle of girls, Megan and you help Millie up, then beam at each other.
“Where are our parents?” you ask.
“Dad.”
“Son.”
“Mom.”
“Finn.” You’re so embarrassed by all this, but you also realize that your parents feel the same way. A front has opened up, and the battle lines are set, you and your sisters on one side, your dad and stepmom on the other. Millie and Megan, both nervous and sensing something in the air, cling to your sides while your stepmom clutches her husband’s hand.
“Well don’t just stand there” Maureen grins, clapping her hands together. “Mom, girls, what do you say we get dinner ready so the boys can have some fun?”
“That sounds good” you hear your mom say, she doesn’t sound like the woman who raised you all these years though. You look at your dad, who doesn’t bat an eye.
Let’s get into the fight.
Actually, it’s an evening like you’ve had thousands of times before. Your family cooks together, eats together, lives together. The girls in the kitchen, the boys where they can’t cause any damage. Relatively new is only Maureen and her nice, helpful behavior. Megan has often been snippy at the dinner table, as you now know through loneliness and frustration of not being with you. And Millie clings to you like she fears you’ll vanish into thin air if she doesn’t look to you every few seconds.
While the clatter of pots and pans can be heard from the kitchen, you and your father sit on the sofas in front of the TV table and look at each other. Each is waiting for the other to start talking.
“Maureen told me what you did for me dad” you begin, glad to have made the first move, your father looks at you as he never has before.
“That was a given.” But he doesn’t smile. “And it had to happen.” You’re not sure if he means the move or the fact that you’re sleeping with your sisters.
“Thanks anyway.” You mean it.
“Your mother will be devastated,” he continues unapologetically. “She thinks you’re coming home.” A slight smile. “She’s already prepared her speech.” You look at the floor.
“I didn’t want her to feel bad, really,” you confess. “I don’t know what to say to make her feel better…”
“Son.” His voice silences you. Your father has leaned forward and his hands are folded in his lap, his elbows on his knees. He seems stern, wanting to say something, but deciding against it. Then he opens his mouth again. “I still remember the first day I introduced you to this family.” His voice seems dreamy, maybe a little amused. “Can you still remember?” You laugh as well and nod.
“Of course.”
“The most important day of your life.” You’re a little surprised he knows that. On the other hand, you don’t have hidden it well… Didn’t you hide it at all.
“Yes.”
“Your stepmother was so scared,” he says then. “She knew about Maureen. Was afraid she’d break you. And Megan.” Your father laughs.
“That little brat,” you laugh, too. “I know.”
“Yeah.” Then he gets a little more serious. “But especially Millie.” You nod. “She was so small and helpless.” Then his eyes hit you like bullets. “I was so proud of you that day. You must have hated that I put you in that suit.”
“Oh yeah,” you grin, noticing how your throat tightens.
“And you took such good care of those two. And I was afraid you’d get lost between three girls.” He shakes his head, leaning back in his chair again and folding his arms.
The environment in your house is familiar to you and does not seem threatening, even when your life is being judged. Your father loves you, as does your mother, and it is you who committed the terrible crime. But for the right reasons and you hope that will be recognized.
“But you have made me proud.” You exhale softly, hoping no one will notice. “Those three were exactly what you needed to become the man I saw in you. And for that, I’m immensely grateful to Millie, Megan, and Maureen.”
“Me too,” you confess, “I…” But your father raises his hand and you obey him.
“Those three are my daughters too Finn. Just as they are my wife’s daughters.” You can only nod as his voice strikes a note you’ve never heard before, but know exactly what it means. It’s something no father should say to his son but you instinctively know what he’s trying to tell you. “A father protects his daughters and I hope my son understands the situation I am in.”
“Yeah, dad, I understand.”
“Son, I have watched you grow into a good man. I’ve seen you treat my girls with respect, trust and affection.” I know you are in love with my daughters.
“The three of them are the best sisters I could wish for. And you are right. They make me a good person.” Yes, I love the three of them.
“You know they’re going to want to go with you? All three of them?” You nod. “And you know what that will do to your mother?” Your mother doesn’t know. She’s in denial. Don’t hurt her.
“I know dad.” Your father leans in again, fixing you with his eyes, pinning you to your sofa, not letting go.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Take your sister away? Hurt your mother? Don’t get me wrong. You had to stand on your own two feet one day and I raised you so you could. But you know what you’re changing this family for?” Do you understand that from here on out, there’s no turning back? That everyone will know that you and your sisters are together?
“Yeah, dad. I understand.” Your voice is serious and you don’t avoid his gaze.
“And you think you can do that? To be away from your family? To stand on your own two feet? In your own apartment? With just your sisters and Emma” he inhales “and Denise and that weird girl to help you?” I know about your relationship with your sisters, with Emma and Giselle. Do you really think you can live that life?
“I’ve thought about it for a long time. Actually, all my life. I had to take this step one day. And I want to take it. And I’m not going to hurt my sisters and the people I love in the process. And these people want that too, with all that they have.” Millie, Megan, Maureen and all the other girls belong to me. We belong together. We’re going to make this work. Because we love each other.
“I know son.” He looks at you in silence for a minute, reading into you, and you let him. You almost feel relieved that someone knows. Then your father laughs. “I’ve actually known since the day Megan cut your hair when you were little.” Together, you laugh heartily. “I was so mad at you because I had to take you to work the next day.”
“Aren’t there still pictures of you and me, you studying files…”
“And you with a mohawk on one side and a hippy wave on the other.” Together, you laugh even harder. “And Millie was scared of you.”
“That day she crawled into bed with me for the first time to apologize to me” you laugh. Then it’s you who looks at your father. “Dad, it’s always been clear that these three girls are good for me.” We belong together.
“Sometimes more than is good for you.” I know. But watch out. Then he continues. “Do you have a plan?” Have you thought it all out? Your future? Children?
“For most of it, yes.” You take a deep breath. “And Emma is still around, after all. And she has lots of friends. Karen, for instance. And Susan and Clair and Denise are there for Millie.” Now your father’s breath catches and he has to cough.
“All of them? Uh. They’re all on your side?” You smile guiltily.
“Yes. We’re all a team.”
“Son,” he just mumbles. For telling him nine names, he takes the news surprisingly well. “Okay.” He clears his throat and gets quiet again. “Megan would never have found a boyfriend, the way she’s so eager for your encouragement. And Millie will always need you to be safe. And Maureen…”
“Maureen gives me a good washing dad, don’t worry.” Your father clicks his tongue.
“Somehow I always suspected you’d still be a team later in life.” He exhales slowly. “Let’s not kid ourselves. Your sisters need you. And you need your sisters.” He looks at you, then smiles. “That you can rely on each other even when you’re in relationships is… reassuring. Really.”
“Thank you for helping us with that. Without you and your money, without the apartment, I couldn’t make sure your daughters get through the move without any problems.”
“That’s what fathers are for,” he says. Then he shakes his head in amusement. “Actually, I wanted to set you straight today. And, Finn, son, actually, you need this. You’re always throwing yourself into these weird adventures, disappearing for a week at the lake with a good dozen girls, getting into fights, dragging traumatized people home, rescuing your big sister, and then moving out overnight.”
“Your daughters keep me fit, that’s true” you grin “But that’s the way I want it. And I make them happy.”
“I know.”
Another pause. Not quite as long this time.
“So you’re taking over your mom right now? I’ve got your back.”
“She’s going to kill me,” you mutter. But your father doesn’t see it that way.
“No. Not if you show her, just like you did me, that you’re worth it. And… Show her that her daughters are happy with you. She’s your stepmother. She too loves you. Be good to her.”
“Okay, dad.” And with that you got the blessing of at least one family member for your life, your harem and your soul, so as the lives and souls of all the girls. And you are happy that it is he who supports you where so many other people would fight against you and the girls you protect.
Dinner passes largely in silence, as in a dysfunctional family, yet tonight, the last night at your home, you feel more a part of this group of people than ever before. You look around the table.
Denise is sitting in her chair, carefully poking at her food. Her black choker adorns her neck, she wants to be controlled, and her eyes flicker to you from time to time. Whenever she sees you she has to smile, and you smile back while the silverware clatters. Millie and Megan sit side by side across from you. While Millie tries to finish her portion, Megan has eaten maybe two or three bites and keeps staring at you, sensing that something is different, trying to figure out what you’re up to. Maureen holds back, eating diligently, waiting for the big reveal, just like her stepfather with whom she has much in common. It almost makes you sad to pull her away from him, but you’ve worked things out with him and won’t deviate from the plan now.
You can’t either because you love your girls, every single one of them and even if he’s waiting for you to take action, your father sees the family dynamic from a completely different set of eyes on this last night, looking at his foster daughters and seeing himself confirmed in every gesture, every look and every shy or open smile.
“Mom,” you say, and the table turns to you. One last time, the tension builds as your stepmother sets aside her fork. Then she smiles at you as only a mother can. “I’m sorry. Really, really sorry.”
“Thank you Finn,” she says softly.
“For everything I’ve put you through these past few weeks, the hardships and strains I’ve put on this family and you.” Her husband takes her hand and she grasps it. “You’re a great mom and you don’t deserve all of this and I apologize for keeping you in the dark about so many things.”
Millie, Denise and Megan look down at their plates, Denise is the most embarrassed, this family took her in when she was down. Megan glances at you out of the corner of her eye and when she realizes what you’re up to, reading inside you like an open book, she opens her mouth. Then her eyes dart to her mother and it is she who grabs her little sister’s hand under the table.
“A lot has happened in the last few weeks and a lot of it I couldn’t have done without you and dad.”
“Thank you honey,” says the woman who raised you. You got your values from her and now you’re using them against her.
“A lot of things have changed in my life and I’ve realized that I have to adapt in order not to cause harm to this family that will never leave.” Your mother looks you in the eye. She didn’t expect that and you see that she doesn’t quite understand what this is all about and how far your decision goes.
“What are you saying honey?” she asks.
“I have news,” you announce. Your throat is dry and you swallow hard. “I’ve realized it’s time for me to leave this house.” All faces turn to you and a small window of opportunity opens for you to speak freely before Megan attacks you. “Maureen and I have bought an apartment in New Haven, it’s nothing special, that I will be living in from now on. The first rents are paid and…” Then your window of opportunity closes.
“What?” gasps Megan, and Millie looks at you, aghast. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because if I keep living here, I’m either going to have to change my life, suppress myself, or cause harm to this family, to the people I love.” You look at your sister. “You understand this, wombat. You, more than anyone.” Megan blinks, perplexed. She understands, yes, but she also doesn’t get it.
“What happens to us then?” asks Millie who also understands, but also doesn’t. “It was fine the way it is, wasn’t it?”
“But it wouldn’t have stayed princess,” you say gently. “I’m your brother and I’ll make sure you’re all right.” Your father looks at you proudly. “I’ve always done that.” It gets quiet at the table. You see your mother’s eyes wander between her children while her face is calm.
“We’re coming with you” Megan determines defiantly and Millie nods immediately while Maureen and your father look to your stepmother.
“That’s not possible,” she says, also gently. Her husband wants to say something but you take the heavy burden on your shoulders.
“Not yet,” you say, and again everyone looks at you.
“What do you mean?” asks your mother.
“What do you mean?” asks Megan.
“Mom,” you turn to your mother. “My sisters belong to me and I belong to them.” Your father strokes her hand but her face turns pale as if she’s bleeding out inside. “We’ve known that since the day we first met.”
“He’s right darling,” your father says softly in support of you.
“You are a good mother and you raised good daughters, all three of them. And you made me a good son. I’m sorry mom but I have to take care of the girls.”
“But… But I’ll miss them” is all your mother can say. She too understands the logic behind your words and as you see what is going on inside her you understand the strictness and devotion she has always given you.
“It had to happen sometime honey,” your father says again. “The four of them just belong together.” Your mother looks at him blankly.
“I’m going to need some time to get settled in New Heaven. My sisters will be here for that long. I’m just taking Denise with me.” Your kitten looks at you, embarrassed, then can’t contain herself and smiles contentedly, but looks to her comrades who are watching your every word intently. Megan and Millie look at each other and don’t contradict.
“But why?” your mother finally wants to know in a distraught voice. “I don’t want my kids to leave.” Millie sniffles softly but she too smiles while taking the news in that soon she will be living with you.
“We’ve grown up mom” you explain. “We all have. Millie doesn’t have nightmares anymore and I’m going to make sure she stays that way. And I need to keep Denise close to me to take her to her doctor and take care of her.”
“Thank you,” your kitty breathes softly.
“And Megan still burns down the neighborhood when I’m not around.” Your wombat giggles with her lips pressed together. “Mom it’s going to happen, one way or another,” you say. Your mom is smart and sweet, she’ll understand. “We belong together but in this life, there is no more room for all of us. You can’t separate us, we are too close for that. But you made me great, strong, determined and successful. You raised your daughters to be women who can conquer the world. We all owe it to you and dad that we can now walk, together and safe, strong and confident. And you know we’re sorry to hurt you and dad so much but you know that…” You look to your father. He nods. “You know it’s getting too crowded for all of us here.”
“Yeah… I know,” your mom sniffles. “I guess you’re right.”
“And we’ll come visit, I promise,” you say encouragingly. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re just going our own way.”
“But will the apartment have enough room for all of you?”
“It will be cramped, yes. But we’re siblings and we always stick together.”
“Little space is okay,” Millie says quietly. “I want to go to bed with my BB every night anyway.”
“And me and Maureen get along and also a lot better since he put us straight,” Megan says.
“There are two rooms” Maureen explains her involvement. “I helped him find the apartment. Millie and he have one bed, Megan and I share the other room. It’s going to be cramped but it’s for the best.” Megan looks at her big sister meaningfully.
“Mom, Millie and I would have decided the same way,” she says firmly, helping her big sister who was a little afraid to decide something on her own. “It’s not because of you please believe that. But we belong with our brother.” Millie nods as well. “He made us the girls you are so proud of.” She shrugs. “Of Millie, anyway.”
“And there’s no one who listens to loud music or occupies dad’s playroom or wakes everyone up at night anymore,” Maureen says helpfully.
“I’m safest with him” Millie remarks. “Happiest.” You all look at your mother. And she looks only at you. An impassive, closed face.
Then it begins to soften. A little at first, then more and more. Tears come to her eyes, her lower lip trembles and her shoulders as well. It hurts you to cause pain to the woman who gave you the life you now have. The only consolation for your actions are the words of your sisters. They will continue to be well. And the assurance that Maureen, Emma and Karen have given you.
“It’s for the best, mom.”
“And you always come to see me?” she asks in a quivering voice. Your girls nod. Of course they do. “And you’ll be happy?” Of course they will. “And you watch over my girls.”
“I do mom, this is my life. That’s why I do it.” A loud sniffle. Thick tears roll down her cheeks.
“And you’re happy with that, too?” You smile, exhale in relief. You hadn’t even thought of yourself in the process, and being in her thoughts honors you.
“Yeah mom, nothing could make me happier.”
“And the apartment really has enough room?” she asks again. “I know how Megan and Maureen can be.” A huffy laugh escapes her throat and Maureen and Megan also giggle in the way only girls can.
“The apartment is in his name,” your big sister explains. “If I get in trouble again he can kick me out.”
“And if I’m stubborn he can lock me in the room until I calm down” laughs Megan whose eyes are moist too.
“And you guys have a refrigerator? Healthy food is important.”
“Not yet. I’m not letting the girls in until I can give them a good life.”
“And we help,” Denise says, but then bites her lips. She doesn’t want to interfere but your mother is already turning to the embarrassed girl,
“And you always go to the psychiatrist, right?” Denise nods. “And he’s not to let you out of his sight.”
“He’s got me on a short leash Mrs. Lynchwood,” Denise says without trying to be funny. To her, it’s an argument for you.
“And what about…”
“Honey” her husband reassures her. “I’ll give them first middles until Finn gets a job besides school.” You bite your tongue but Maureen shakes her head imperceptibly. “We’ve got it all figured out, and I’m going with him on his journey. You know our girls will be happy with him.”
“Yes,” your mother says immediately, too sad to notice the difference between ‘with’ and ‘because of’. Maureen and Megan look to you but this time you slowly shake your head. The woman who made you a good man wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffles. “Okay,” she says then, maybe a little hoarse but still struggling to get some good humor back into her life. You respect her for the strength she shows, something you’ve had to learn. “I give you my daughters.” Your father nods. “But I ask something of you in return.”
Your stepmother wouldn’t be your stepmother if she didn’t dedicate even the last safe evening in her life to her children.
Together you sit around the table in the living room, the TV turned off and Megan and Millie flanking your mother while Maureen and you sit on the rug and your father sits in his chair. All the rules are suspended and game night doesn’t end until your mother says so. You would have given her a lot for being able to have her daughters but your mother, a strong woman, has only asked for one evening together as a family and you are only too happy to give her this gift.
“My turn” she announces, dragging her pawn across the board. Laughter can be heard as she pushes Millie off the board.
“That’s mean!” laughs your princess good-heartedly and your stepmother can be a mother and enjoy it as she takes Millie in her arms and squeezes her tightly.
“Will you guys get on with it then?” asks Megan and it feels like an evening before the lake. Before the revelations. But Megan looks at you in love, and Maureen just happens to brush her leg against yours, and you also just happen to look at her butt in her gray jeans as she leans in on her move. But then you look at your mother.
At this moment you realize that she knows it too. Maybe not as clearly as your father, he knows you as a man, knows the effect girls have on you. But your stepmother, your mother, also knows.
“Take good care of them” is all she says.
“I will,” you say. And that settles the matter.
Together you sit with your sisters and Denise in your room. One last night, then your new life begins. The mood is not depressed, but you are not celebrating either. The fate of your stepmother, the mother of Maureen, Millie and Megan, weighs on your minds and while the three of you don’t know exactly how to feel, Maureen and Denise watch the scene.
“May I say something?” your kitten’s voice finally rings out, soft and careful. You nod. “I just want to say… I’m looking forward to living with you, owner.” She nibbles on her lower lip and her fingers slide nervously over her thighs as she sits next to Millie on your bed.
“It’s going to be a great time for you,” says Maureen, who is leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Megan and Millie look at you, waiting.
“It had to be done” you decide, swinging back and forth slightly on your swivel chair. “I need to make sure you guys are okay.” You nod, and Maureen grins with satisfaction.” And I think that’s the best way.”
“What happens now?” asks Millie, grabbing her sister’s hand again. Over time the two of them have grown so close, it warms your heart to see them like this.
“Now you all stay here for now. Maureen too.” Your big sister pretends to pout, but agrees with you. “Mom needs you guys. Today was really a lot for her.”
“She took it well,” your big sister says. “She knew it would happen eventually. She’s a strong woman.”
“Yeah,” you agree with her. “And that’s why she deserves us to make it as easy as possible for her to say goodbye.”
“We’ll still see her again, though, right?” Millie wants to know. “I m-mean… I d-do what my BB tells me.” She smiles shyly at you.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re just living together” you say reassuringly. “But we all know it’ll be easier that way.”
“We won’t have to hide anymore?” your princess wants to know but you shake your head.
“No matter where we go, we have chosen a life that is not easy.” You look at her warmly. “But it will be easier. We’ll be able to move around the apartment freely, and I already have a plan for where we go from there.”
“Of course you do,” Megan says proudly, looking at Millie. “We can always be near him then” she explains to her sister. “Mom understands that we want to be happy. The world just doesn’t want it.”
“I don’t care about the world,” Millie says firmly, looking to you, “I want to be happy.”
“And you will be,” you confirm with satisfaction. “Just give me some time until I get everything ready. There’s still not enough room for all of us but we can make it nice there.”
“How can we help you with that?” asks Megan as Millie and Denise stare dreamily into the air.
“Good question,” you agree, looking around the room. “We need money.” It’s time for the hard business. Maureen opens the explanation.
“Dad’s giving us the first month’s rent. But we need more than that. We need at least what? Finn, how many girls do you want to put up there?” You grin.
“I haven’t seen much of the place.” Maureen grins as well. “Two rooms, living room with kitchenette and a bathroom. Two people per room permanently,” you calculate. “That’s all I want to squeeze in there. You should have room to live it up there, too.”
“So four girls?” You scratch your head.
“Five. My bed will be in the living room…there’s room for one girl there, too.”
“Oh boy,” Denise giggles.
“But you love to sleep late” Millie remarks.
“That won’t be the only sacrifice your brother will have to make” adds Maureen. “Four girls and Finn is already a lot. Six people is the limit. Just imagine the showers in the morning.”
“There will be many challenges” you agree, thinking of Giselle. Your voice grows more serious. “Giselle and Denise will have to live there. That means two more girls would have room there.” Megan is the first to recognize the problem.
“And you have three sisters.” She thinks for a moment. “Maureen should be one of them,” she says firmly. “She had the idea. She deserves to be close to you.” The two former rivals look at each other sisterly. “And Millie needs you the most after Denise and Giselle.” Your princess looks sadly at the floor.
“Emma needs you too,” she mutters, rubbing her elbow. You raise your hand.
“This is entirely my decision” you determine matter-of-factly. “No matter what, someone is going to be disappointed. You don’t have to deal with that. It’s me who makes the decision and it’s also me who lives with the consequences.”
“Maybe it’s also good if one of us stays with mom and dad” Megan speculates.
“That would only hurt them more” interjects Maureen. Then she sighs. “Finn, the other problem.” You nod.
“We need money,” you say, “Maureen has already taken a job.” Megan stands up and hugs her big sister fervently. You hear her thank her and Maureen looks to you, knowing what the job will cost her. No one knows yet about the money for all the things you need to buy. This decision is also yours alone.
“I help,” Megan says, frowning. “Sort of.” But she shakes her head. “No. I’ll help. Guaranteed. I’ll get a job like Maureen. Besides school.”
The dimension of the difficulties are only now really becoming apparent to the girls, and you can see it on their faces. Most of them, just like you, have to go back to school soon. There’s not much time for work there, especially since you naturally value a good education and an excellent report card.
“That’s enough for now” you decide and the girls follow your order and fall silent. You nod toward the door. “Get ready for bed. We still have time to take care of any problems. Right now it’s important that we have a place to ourselves. Next, we’ll take care of making it nice. Anything that needs to be done after that, we’ll do after that.” You girls rise and Maureen opens the door for them while first Millie and Denise, then Megan and Maureen shower and brush their teeth.
Meanwhile, you stare out the window and think. Have you thought about everything? What dangers are there along the way? What could affect the girls’ happiness? How can you make sure your plans work? What can you do to support your girls? How can you make all of them happy? Not only as happy a spossible. Happy. Plain and simple happiness is your goal for all of them.
You ask yourself these questions and find answers to many, but not to some. Not yet. Then you hear the familiar knocking sign, another custom you won’t need anymore. You smile, then the door opens and Megan steps into the room, Millie at her side.
“Where are the others?” you ask.
“In my old room,” Megan says, pushing Millie in front of her. “We made some adjustments to the sleeping arrangements.” You look at her questioningly but her eyes wander to her sister’s back.
She is wearing her old light-blue pajamas that are way too small and Megan is wearing your old shirt with a pair of black athletic panties that accentuate her round butt. And while Megan sticks her hands out of the too-long sleeves and places them on her sister’s shoulders, Millie nervously fingers the sleeves of her top.
“Do you want to ask him or should I, little sister?” asks Megan after Millie says nothing.
“Finn?” your princess asks hesitantly and you turn in your chair to face her. “We didn’t mean to… It wasn’t planned… So…” Megan laughs and strokes the younger girl’s shoulders.
“We were in the bathroom talking” she translates her sister’s nervous mumbling. “I wanted to talk about your plans but Millie said you would have told us to leave it up to you.” You grin sympathetically at them both. “But then Millie started talking” Megan grins back while your little sister can’t look you in the eye. “She said she wanted to do something with you, but wasn’t sure.”
“That’s sweet of you princess,” you say encouragingly. “You know you can tell me anything.”
“But I don’t know if… if it’s against your rules.” You laugh out and look at Megan.
“Have you told your sister?” Millie nods shyly, but smiles dreamily. “And what did she say?” Megan replies.
“She said that her brother loves her and that she should tell him.”
“Then do what your sister tells you” you decide kindly. “I trust her.” She throws you an air kiss which you expertly catch and slap on your cheek.
“It’s just…I don’t know if it’s fair to the others…just today…”
“Tell me, Millie,” you order, and your princess obeys.
“Tonight is your last night here… And in the shower I had to think.” Then she lifts her head and you see a girl who is no longer fighting her insecurity, but has improved it. Millie knows she is safe with you and her concern is for her harem sisters just like her real sisters. “I want to ask you for something BB.” Megan stands over her, her arms protectively on her shoulders. She smiles at you.
“Comfortable like this?” you ask. Millie nods shyly, red in the face and excited in her own reserved way. Her legs dangle down your sides while you hold her with one hand and your computer’s mouse with the other.
“Yes,” your princess murmurs. You kiss her on the cheek and then look at your monitor. The folder of porn is still right where it was last time, so long ago when Millie and Megan were simply your sisters.
“We don’t have to if you don’t…”
“It’s okay princess,” you say softly. “We’re going to do this now. Together.”
“Yes please,” Millie admits to herself.
“Yes please,” you hear Megan from the bed. You turn around to face her. “Sorry,” she grins sheepishly. Her hand moves under her tight fitting pants and you see the outline of her knuckles move. “Just don’t pay any attention to me. I’m sitting in the hallway listening to you have fun.” She smiles. She, too, doesn’t think the idea of Millie, linking the last night you lived here with the first night your journey began, is a bad one.
“Exactly” you whisper into your princess’s cute ear and stroke her neck with your chin. “We’re alone in my room. And you just asked me if I had porn on my PC.”
“Dirty movies,” Millie whispers. “That show me how to make my BB happy.”
“Exactly.” You kiss her again, gently and carefully, feeling her relax. “But not only that. You also want to see me take care of you.”
“Yes,” she breathes. Then she flinches as you put her hand on the mouse and guide it. You press her finger on the mouse and the folder opens.
This time it’s a little different. Millie knows more about sex than she did then. She’s a quick learner. And this time, different questions come.
“What’s it like for you to get taken so deep in a girl’s mouth?” she asks while a girl on the monitor deepthroats a cock even bigger than yours.
“It feels good,” you say “Not just the tightness and wetness. I’m in control, you know? The breathing, I have to take care of that. I have to make sure it doesn’t hurt her.”
“It didn’t hurt me,” she says, remembering the night she tackled you.
“Because you had control.”
“Did I do it wrong?” But you shake your head.
“I like my girls to do well. And you know I have other girls for certain things.” Millie nods and looks back at the monitor.
“Why is she drooling so much? Is that normal?”
“Often, yes. It helps.” You chuckle. “And it makes her look naughty.” Millie turns to you excitedly and you see the healthy red on her cheeks.
“Do you want me to do that, too?” she asks, her eyes sparkling.
“If you like.” You stroke her cheek. “You have such beautiful eyes. If you look at me from down there I’ll barely be able to contain myself.”
“And… fuck… my face.”
“Yes.” You nod to the monitor. “Look again.” Millie follows your order. Then she hums in relaxation as your hand strokes her belly, over her pajamas. “Watch more.”
As Millie clicks through the videos, you look again at Megan. She’s sitting against the wall on your bed and has already taken off her pants and spread her legs wide. As she said, she watches intently, but presses her lips together so as not to make a sound. You smile at her, she returns the gesture but doesn’t stop herself from slowly stroking her opening with her fingers and rubbing her clit. She takes her time and enjoys the show. It’s not about finishing quickly, even though her labia is already wet and shiny around her fingers and willingly parting. One last look at her nipples, stiff and aroused, then you turn back to Millie.
“Did you find a movie?” She nods and clicks on it of her own accord. Your eyebrows go up. “It’s a pretty hard one princess,” you say slightly concerned.
“But there are several women in it” she retorts “I want to see how he treats them.” You have to chuckle, only now realizing that your hand continues to stroke her tummy, feeling the soft fabric of her PY, the warmth of her body underneath.
“I’m certainly not going to treat you like that my little princess,” you say as a woman is roughly fucked in the ass in front of another one.
“Yeah… no, that’s not what I meant.” As the monitor shows two girls being thrown hard onto the bed, one railed in the ass while the other one is spanked, Millie searches for her words.
When the woman in the monitor screams, your sister loses her thoughts for a moment.
“That hurts her,” she murmurs when she sees the pained face of the woman.
“Yes,” you admit. “But she likes it. Just like the other woman likes getting her ass spanked.” Millie watches the hustle and bustle for a while.
“Do you like spanking girls too?” You shrug cautiously. Even though Millie already knows a lot, she’s still your little princess worth protecting.
“Sure, sometimes. But not with every girl.” Millie turns to you
“Not with me?” You caress her cheek.
“You’re my princess, princess” you grin. “Would you like me to spank you like I do with Megan?” On the bed, your other sister presses her legs together as she imagines your hands on her body, hunches her shoulders, but is calm.
“I’m a bit afraid of the pain,” admits Millie. “If you hit me and… back there… I saw it with Megan. It must seemd fun… but…” She doesn’t dare say ‘no’ to you and you love her even more for giving herself to you.
“Wait,” you say, remembering the night she let herself go like that. You start another video.
“It’s bigger than yours,” Millie mumbled in shock.
“Watch” you cheer her up. Soon after, the slender girl takes the man’s huge cock in her hands and sucks it like a pro.
“I like that,” says Millie, nibbling her fingers while the girl on the monitor chokes and gasps and the man gently strokes her head.
“It can get even rougher,” you say. “Then I would grab your hair and press your head onto my penis, real hard and fast.” And suddenly you don’t play anymore. You teach Millie of things she wants to know and you decide what’s good for her while letting her get experience in a safe environment. “But for now I know that you like it, even if it’s a bit naughty.” While you caress her stomach, Millie touches her chin, where the slime is in the video.
I liked… sucking you,” she admits, looking at you. “Did I do well?”
“Very good” you praise her. She thinks hard while the girl on the monitor chokes loudly.
“May I please suck you like that?” she then wants to know, quite the polite young girl. You nod “And… well… you’re so big… but… maybe Megan can teach me how to do it… back there?” You snicker.
“I haven’t slept with Megan yet,” you remind her in your phantasy. “Maybe she’s not as naughty as you, Little One.” Millie giggles wildly and heartily and Megan imitates her on the bed, although it sounds a bit different with her, since she imagines being penetrated anally by you. Her knees touch and her hand press hard into the space between them as her toes curl.
“I want to see how they do it.” Milly then says, looking to the monitor. “I want to learn how to please you with more than my cunny. With my…” She inhales a little frighten. “First with my mouth… please… if you allow me. And… And then with my…” You kiss her and calm her down.
“You can do so much more with your vagina, don’t worry. I won’t get tired of it so easily, okay?” She nods and seems relieved, but although watches the girl licking the balls of the man in the video while holding on his legs for dear life. She inhales.
“They do su many things” she mumbles.
“The positions you mean?” you want to know and she nods eagerly.
“If you like, mmh, I’d like to learn more about that too. With my cunny and… the other openings… if you like.” You lick your dry lips. Like then, it’s not the porn that makes you horny. Your sister’s light weight presses down on your lap and your cock responds as if on its own as it lifts in her direction. She giggles as she feels your lance press against the fabric of your pants, making her think of other things than anal sex and deepthroating.
“It’s okay,” you say and Millie looks at the monitor again tensely. One girl stands in a handstand while the man penetrates her and the other one sticks her tongue in his ass.
“I could do that” she says and you clench your teeth. When your princess wants such humiliating positions… you don’t know how to react. “Do you think my arms are strong enough for that?” Thank god. She talks about the nice girl.
“You’re light” you reason, relieved at the innocence that’s still in her. “Wait.” You pick out another movie and jump right into the middle, skipping over the slaps the girl gets and picking out the right spot. It takes a bit and you realize you’re not as well-versed in your porn collection as you were a few weeks ago. “This.”
“Wow,” Millie goes as she sees the man holding the woman in his hands, spitting her legs and penetrating her already dilated ass from below.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“Not always,” Megan says but you don’t turn to face her. “Sorry, already shut up.”
“Your sister’s right. The first time might be a little uncomfortable and you need to prepare yourself” you say “It works with pussy though.” Millie turns back to you, her face flushed and her eyes already a little glassy.
“Will you do it with me sometime? You can decide which hole.” You nod and Millie seems pleased that you will decide her anal-fate. But she is a fighter. “And then I want to suck you like that woman does.” Letting out anal, she seems really excited as she watches one of the women take the man deep into her throat. “He’s really hurting her” your sister mumbles as she watches the woman squirm under him and hears her moan and gag loudly as he facefucks her.
“Pick another movie” you decide. With Megan and Emma you can do these things but Millie is still too inexperienced. And too precious. “That’s a step to high for you at the moment.”
“Okay brother” she nods. “You know best.”
You feel that Millie wants to continue watching the movie, but then obeys you and stops just before the man can cum deep inside the woman. Then she clicks on another icon and you grin. Surely she has read the word ‘sister’ and clicked on it knowing that you will now allow her to watch this movie. It’s different from your first night but this movie has a little more story and you watch her lose herself in thoughts of you, putting your face on the man’s and hers on the woman’s, a schoolgirl having a bad day and now being cheered up by her brother.
“This is nice” she murmurs and snuggles up to you, pleased with her choice. And that satisfaction is what drives you further.
“It’s nice that you want to make an effort for me,” you say softly to her. Then your hands start to wander. At first Millie flinches as she feels your fingers at the waistband of her light blue pajama bottoms, then she sighs in relief. She too has felt the urge to be close to you, and tonight you can live it up. “But you know what makes you really valuable to me?”
In the past, Millie wouldn’t have had an answer for that, and you admit to yourself that now that you’re leaving her alone for the first time in a long time, overnight and much of the day, it’s a test for her. You have to see that you have done everything right with your princess in the last weeks.
“That I’m your princess,” Millie says immediately and you reward her certainty with the feel of your fingers slowly but firmly moving down along her lap. It’s been a while since her last shave, Megan and she have yet to develop a regime for it, and so your fingers are a little more careful as they glide over her skin. Millie starts to move a little more, bracing herself for you as her legs kick and stretch in the air.
“Go on,” you say as your fingertips part her labia and find her already swollen love button.
“And that I… That I… Finn…”
“You can do this princess,” you whisper. Behind you, Megan moans out and you hear the squelching as her fingers drive their moisture from her hole. Plus the scuffing of straining feet across your bed.
Then Millie freezes on top of you. Back then you didn’t get far, today it’s different. Your fingers feel the wet heat of her inner walls as they slowly move into her, first one, then two as your palm rubs over her clit. Millie gasps for air like a fish out of water.
“I’m perfect” she presses out between her teeth as she takes a deep breath and you have a hard time understanding her. “I’m perfect” she moans as she exhales and this time it’s clear.
“Well done princess” you applaud her. Then you press a third finger inside her and slowly start pumping rhythmically.
A few minutes later, you no longer have to talk to each other. Millie now has all four of your fingers inside her and you can feel her wetness through her pants. Her little body quivers under her first orgasm in your room and Megan does the same. The older sister is a little louder than the younger but both breathe your name, again and again, while your pumping movements slowly decrease. You wait patiently until the body is limp and relaxed on you, then pull your fingers out of her.
“Look,” you say, holding your hand under her chin as it sags weakly downward. Then you pull your fingers out. A strand of love slime hangs between your fingers, thick and a little sticky and you move your fingers, pulling your hand back until it tears.
“Wow,” Millie murmurs.
“You did that all by yourself” you grin “It’s a little kinky, but do you want to taste it?” You want to take a calculated approach to introducing Millie to the things she’s obviously interested in. Even though she’s your princess, you’re there for her. “One can use this to make your ass easier to enter, but you can taste is as well. Do you want to taste your cum for me, Millie?”
“Yes please,” she breathes and bends her head forward, sticking her greedy pink tongue out at your slippery fingers. You hold her tightly, playing with her a bit and laughing softly as you see her greedily reach out to the opportunity to please you. Then you feel her lips close around your fingers and as Millie sucks contentedly on you, you half turn to Megan.
Your sister has stripped down to her bra and her sweaty belly rises and falls quickly as her eyes lock on you.
“Give me a hand here, please,” you say, and Megan rises, swaying, having to brace herself against the wall first, but then comes over to you.
“Do you know how hard it is to be quiet when you’re watching you finger your little sister?” She bends down, knowing exactly what you want, and Millie giggles with your fingers around her mouth while you push her up slightly with your legs. Megan tugs a little too hard on your pants and her fingernails scrape across your skin but that’s okay. “One of the best fingerfucking orgasms I’ve ever had and he wasn’t even looking.” Her voice seems angry, offended, hurt, but her face smiles.
“You got to watch” you grin cheekily as she slips your pants and panties down to your knees. Then she stands up and slaps you on the back of the head.
“Idiot,” she says sternly. Then she kisses Millie on the hair. “Give it to my little sister real good,” she admonishes you. “Because I’m sitting in the hallway, pumping my fingers into my cunt, imagining myself in her place.” She shakes her head. “Princess always gets everything before me.” Then she sits back on the bed, lies on her side, angles one of her legs, and reaches behind her with one arm. You see her fingertips come out from between her legs and caress her wet pussy.
“You heard our sister,” you tell Millie taking your fingers out of her mouth. Only now does she seem to realize what is happening.
“Will you show me how big girls do it BB?” she asks. You look at her face, her shy smile and glassy eyes. It’s not an act. Millie has had sex with you many times but now she’s your little sister on your naked lap. Your cock presses past her pajama bottoms and your precum mixes with the moisture in the fabric while Millie has eyes only for you. She confides in you and even though she’s experienced, she finds happiness in submitting to you.
“My clever little sister.” You kiss her intimately on the mouth.
“You’re smart big brother,” she tells you, smiling wanly into your face as you pull her slender, soft legs apart and move her into position. “I just do what you tell me.”
“Exactly,” you counter. If you weren’t in love you would laugh heartily at the situation. You would love to ask Millie if she understands the complex miracle she is for you with her naivety, her trust and her submission. But words are not necessary and you don’t want to talk much now. “You are just perfect.”
“You too BB” she breathes. Then she narrows her eyes. She’s experienced enough to know what’s coming now and she enjoys the feeling as you grab her tighter, lift her a bit and your cock rides up through her labia. One thrust and you’re rubbing over her opening. “Mmmm…” your princess hums and breaths a little faster, an absent smile on her face. Another push, then you feel the soft tissue at your tip, the warm wetness that has formed. A soft smacking is heard as her labia part, wider and wider as you slowly penetrate her. Slowly and tensely you exhale and then feel the peace that comes over you as you join Millie.
“Finn…” she whimpers, “Finn what’s happening…”
“I’ll make you happy princess” you smile as she makes her voice sound not quite so ignorant. But Millie makes up for it by raising her arms and nibbling on her fingers to keep from moaning as you slowly stretching her.
“Thank you BB… thank you… oh that’s… ohah…”
“Your almost there, honey.”
“Is it going to hurt? You are…I still see so much of you.” You open your eyes and notice Millie looking down at you. Your one arm supports her, the other goes under her chin and lifts it back up.
“Take it easy princess. It won’t hurt.”
It really is like the first time and you too have to strain not to speed up, to resist the primeval urge to possess this girl. You’ve already reached your goal and everything that comes next serves a different purpose. The purpose to make Millie happy, not to conquer her.
“Thank you” you whisper in her ear, so softly that even Megan might not have heard. She’s busy with herself anyway, and strokes herself a little faster too as she watches her little sister’s body slowly lift back upon their big brother.
“What?” Millie doesn’t play her confusion. You’re inside her, almost to the brim, and her head is filled with you like her abdomen. “Why?”
“Because I get to have you as my little sister.”
“Finn of courseha!” Megan startles up at the sudden gasp as you move to the side in Millie, stiring up her insides. “Wow BB… wow…”
“That’s new, huh?” you grin, but then get back into character. After all, this is the first time Millie has had sex in her life. “Don’t worry. I’m just getting you ready.”
“Okay BB.” She giggles. “For what?”
“For this.” And with that you gently push her down on top of you while your legs push and lift your body up. Her eyes widen and air jets out of her mouth in a soundless scream. With gentle force, just a little more emphasis, you thrust into her and make her happy. She whimpers and twitches as she cums a second time, her walls massaging you with delighted pleasure. You feel your balls tighten and the energy focuses in you, then you cum hard in your little sister, gripping her tender body and with one arm and caressing her breasts with the other while letting your teeth glide over her shoulder. Millie winces when she feels the power with which you empty yourself into her while your tip is only slightly in her, you remain steadfast and don’t thrust deep into her, are tender and let her feel your hot juice on her wet walls. “Now you are my happy little sister” you whisper strained as you feel her inner walls tighten around your Tip, almost trying to pull you into her, trying to keep you inside her. But you are stronger staying there, eliciting a disappointed whimper.
“Yes BB,” she whimpers, sniffling happily. “I’m yours” she gives herself over to you. “I’m so happy.” Then she turns around to face you while your tip – almost you think she’s doing it on purpose – remains just inside her. “Thank you for letting me do this,” she too breaks character shortly. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Sex with your BB?” you ask, bringing her back into both of your fantasies.
You fuck Millie patiently and slowly, almost carefully until you notice her stiffening on top of you. You take your hand to help, caress her belly, press the point just below the beginning of her belly and wait for the (already known) onset of trembling and whimpering while Millie tries to make her third orgasm as perfect as possible for you.
Megan and the others know what it takes to make a boy come and also Millie has learned a lot in this short time with you and you enjoy both sides that present themselves to you in your harem. The ‘normal’ sex with one of your wonderful girls, but also what Millie cultivates and some of the girls like Denise, Claire and sometimes Maureen try to apply as well. Millie is trying to make you feel good as well. But she knows that you take from her what you need, an orgasm but also closeness and what you find so wonderful about her. With this knowledge, your little sister has managed to give you feelings of happiness by behaving the way she knows you like.
As she comes on your lap, kissing you with tilted head, she reaches for your hand almost in panic, as if it is the first time she has had such feelings. And she does a good job. You can’t tell for sure if it’s not real and Millie is reaching for heights like she hasn’t before. And she seeks your gaze, but presses her eyes and lips together and shows herself completely dependent and vulnerable to you while you accompany her in the most beautiful and vulnerable moment of her life. She trembles, whimpers and shows herself overwhelmed and you feel so strong and so grateful to her. Millie uses even her orgasm to show you that she needs and loves you and you are no longer afraid that this girl will ever leave you.
“Well done princess.” Millie lies on top of you, exhausted and happy, her head against your shoulder as you whisper your words into her ear and stroke her head. Your hand pulls out of your sister, then you wipe your fingers on her pants. She is too weak to suck it and needs some time to regain her strength. Carefully you reach under her legs and lift her light body, then you stand up and carry her to the bed.
“I’m in love with you BB” Millie whispers back with her eyes closed.
“I know princess” you grin “And I love you too.” You kiss her on the forehead and enjoy the situation, the game the three of you play. Then you look to your bed.
“Megan!” you play your surprise. “What are you doing here?” Your middle sister is sitting on the bed, pulling her hands out from between her legs. She grins at you in love.
“I was in the hallway eavesdropping on you guys,” she confesses, “I came when you were doing Millie.” She stares into your face as you focus on your little sister and lay her on the pillows on your bed. “I love you too brother.” And then her voice trails off. Megan is strong and playful, her character is decisive and she is comfortable in her skin.
But now she can’t continue the game. She looks at you helplessly, surely ashamed for shattering the illusion, and seems uncertain and fragile, just as you know her other, beautiful side.
“I don’t know what to say” she admits to you. “I don’t know how the evening would have gone if I had dared.”
“We would have had sex I think” you ponder, dropping to your knees on the bed and placing Millie on them. “Or maybe not. I mean, were we ready for this?”
“I was born to be your girlfriend,” Megan says, and that’s the truth. “And so was Millie. So why… why didn’t we…” She shakes her head. “All these years and we…” You grab your sister’s cheek while your other hand caresses Millie.
“I didn’t dare either Megan” you confess “You two are so beautiful and I didn’t want to break anything. We all knew we all loved each other. But who could have predicted that? Us and the other girls? It had to happen just like this Megan. Just like this for all of us to be happy.”
“Yes.” And she believes you. “Finn?” She looks at you deeply, her eyes locked on you and she strains to sound right, to not say anything wrong. “I want…I wish…fuck.” You kiss her on the lips, long and deep, tasting your sister, feeling her warmth and the soft skin of her lips, taking away her fear. “Please go on a date with me” she voices her worries.
“Now I understand” you smile, but say nothing more. Megan knows that she is in safe hands with you. No need to use unnecessary words.
“I need this. I’ve waited so long and… And I’m ashamed of this…”
“Hey.” Your fingers go under her chin and close her mouth. Her big eyes search for your validation and affection and you give it to her as much as she wants. “My sister gets to show me off to the world too, you know that.” Megan nods. “And we show the world that we belong together. We know it and it doesn’t matter that we waited so long.”
“Yeah…yeah you’re right.” Her smile is fleeting and amorous, fragile yet enduring. And as Millie begins to stir beneath you, you and Megan share a moment of togetherness in your little sister’s fantasy.
“Thank you for waiting,” Milliewhispers from below, grabbing her sister’s hand. “I never would have dared ask on my own. You’re so strong and smart and waited where I couldn’t.” She smiles at Megan while her sister squeezes her hand tightly. “I will always be grateful to you for letting me be his first.”
Proudly, you watch as the sisters care for each other. You did the right thing. Sex with these two, a love affair with them is the best thing that could have happened to all of you in your lives. Sometimes you just have to break a rule so that so many people can be happy.
“I know what you can do” Megan whispers, grinning cheekily, very much the bitchy, good-humored middle sister.
“Oh girls… shit…” Now it’s you who is at a loss for words but even a man like you has his limits. Your hands are on the heads of the two girls, their hair wraps around your fingers and you feel the warmth of their skin as they move slowly.
With your legs spread, you sit on the edge of the bed, holding Millie and Megan, Princess and Wombat in place while their soft cheeks cup your hard, twitching cock. Wide-eyed, the sisters yearn up at you as their heads move to the side. Then you feel a pair of lips against you, then another. Millie has to break eye contact to be guided by Megan who herself divides her attention between you and her student. Megan is good at pleasuring you with her mouth, but doesn’t force her tactics on Millie but helps her along, holding your cock at the base while Millie runs her lips along it, placing fleeting kisses on your shaft.
“Use your tongue and don’t just stroke it with your lips” Megan whispers in a strained voice, then she shows her sister and their lips meet at your tip. The two girls kiss around your cock and you moan with pleasure while they move back towards your body, back and forth, not taking their eyes off each other. Your hands rest loosely on their heads, exerting no pressure while Millie giggles now and then when she feels you twitch with arousal.
Then Megan pulls back but holds her sister in place and gently places her hands on the back of her head. Millie follows her lead and suckles your tip with pleasure while Megan turns her head and runs her tongue along the underside of your cock until she gets to your balls. For a few minutes you enjoy the two of them sharing the work, sisterly helping her brother feel good. Then the two switch and you look Millie in the eye while your cock lies across her face. Her back pushes through and she squints past your spear while her ass wiggles on its own and her toes curl. Megan puts her hands on her head a bit more firmly and guides the girl.
“That’s it,” she cheers her on. “Use your hands to jerk him off.” Millie obeys and you feel her breath on your skin as she looks up at you, loyal and in love. Megan couldn’t be prouder.
After a short time, your little sister moves again and sits up, coming a little closer to you and bending her head down to blow you. Megan reacts quickly and interweaves her hair back into an uneven braid while Millie doesn’t stop impaling herself on you.
“Millie… God Millie…” She giggles softly and tries even harder. Shortly she coughs and lifts herself even further towards you to get a better angle, then she presses you into her and you feel her throat massaging you. After a short while she gags, her belly tightens and Megan pulls her off you.
“Easy Little One,” she says, stroking her cheeks.
“He’s… ha… He’s so… big.”
“I knoooow” Megan whines playfully and giggles.
“How…do you…do that?” Millie still has a lot to learn but she’s come a long way too, jerking your cock which still has strings of spit hanging from it running over the dainty fingers of your princess who is having trouble fully grasping your slippery boner.
“I’m ignoring the pain,” Megan shrugs. “This is about him. About submission. As far as I’m concerned, pain and some discomfort is part of it.” You screw up your face but Megan has lost all fear of being a bad sister by now.
“What about it brother? Am I not right? One can’t be built like you, live a life like you, without also having the hard sex. We don’t just let you suffer the bad consequences and if you ask me you deserve to have your girls go above and beyond for you.” She giggles. “Otherwise you’d have nine girlfriends who all don’t want anal.” You give Megan a stern look but before you can tell her she’s right Millie has already turned around.
Her pussy is tight and comfortable and you like to see her get stretched when you penetrate her but from this angle, hips slightly lowered, legs and labia spread, you also see the other, even tighter hole you haven’t gotten into yet.
“I want to do my part too” Millie admits to you. “Megan is right. I’m still a virgin back there and this should be yours BB.” She looks over her shoulder. “I want you to have it all from me.” Painfully you pull air into your lungs, then slide closer to her.
“I know you want it,” you murmur, running your thumb over her twitching opening. Millie recoils a little, but then pushes her bottom towards you again.
“I already can’t swallow you…and Megan can do both. What kind of sister am I if I can only satisfy you with just one hole?” She’s not really suffering from it, you see. It’s just something gnawing at her conscience, and you know all about that. The situation is too romantic for Millie to risk breaking it but she’s also telling you what she needs.
“We’ve been through this princess,” you comfort her and put your hands on her butt. “You are perfect the way you are. And you’ve already proven that you can do more than you think. That’s enough. Really.”
“What you have is something the rest of us don’t have Little One” Megan also says comfortingly but Millie pouts a little. You look at Megan.
Your grip on her bottom tightens and you feel Millie tense up as she thinks you are going to take her. Then you see her surprised face as you twist her willing body around. Your fingers press into her cheeks as you bring her face in front of yours. Those loyal, loving naive eyes are what make your blood boil. You’ve changed for Karen and Emma, for Megan and also for Denise and Giselle.
“Okay sweetie,” you say firmly to Millie. “Relax, open your mouth real wide and do exactly what your sister and I tell you.”
“Biggie?” Megan looks to you. “Oh boy oh boy. You should better do it with me.” But in her face you see she’s putting on a show for Millie, and the younger girl reacts as planned, shaking her head wildly.
“This is going to be uncomfortable and if you don’t submit to me fully then it’s not going to work, got it?” Your voice is stern but you see the spark in her eyes as Millie comes to believe what you are about to tell her. She nods wildly, her face looking a little scrunched up between your fingers. But the thought of submitting to you fires her up and Megan nods appreciatively. With her past, she wouldn’t have dared. But there’s no time for doubt as you realize that Millie gets just as much satisfaction out of being your masturbation tool as the others, maybe even a little more. “I’m going to make you a decent fuck-thing now.”
“Wow,” Megan murmurs. “To hear you say that one day…”
“Shut up,” you murmur to her, pulling her next to Millie. “It’s not like I planned this.”
“No?” your sister asks, slipping her shirt over her head and presenting her heavy breasts to you. You pinch her nipples lightly and she squeals like a piglet.
“No. Now make yourself useful and undress your sister for me.
“Okay biggie.”
Millie lets it all wash over her, watching the situation curiously and somewhat excitedly while you get into position in front of her and Megan slips her pajama bottoms down behind her. Then you pull Megan by her hair over her sister until she’s sitting on her butt.
“Hold her head for me.” Megan nods and you see the same animalistic lust you feel bubbling inside you. A glance down at Millie. She has her head cocked and is looking at you faithfully, perhaps a little uncertainly but steadily crouching at your feet. She waits for you, patiently, while you realize that you are about to throatfuck your little princess.
No more turning back. She wants it. And you owe it to her.
And you and your drill sergeant agree on that.
“Thank you for doing this for me.” And with that, you’ve said all you need to say to make Millie happy. She smiles. Then she feels her sister’s hands on her head and her eyes get big when she sees your cock in front of her mouth.
All by herself, she parts her lips and sticks her tongue all the way out. Pink and curious, she twitches towards you while you look at her reddish-dark hole.
“Shit.” You can’t deny it. You’re horny for your little sister. You want her.
And so you take her. Her eyes almost fall out of her head as you sink into her, quickly and skillfully. Immediately Millie moans as your cock drives into her throat. Megan holds her tight as she begins to squirm and coughs and gags as you cut off her air and stretch her. But she fights and stays with you, submitting as her hands claw into the sheets. Then your balls touch her chin and the coughing turns into a deep slutty moan.
“Good girl!” you exclaim, a little too loudly but you don’t care. “You did it Millie!” You pat her cheek as Megan tames the smaller body beneath her with her legs. You stay inside Millie a little longer, then pull out of her, leaving a gaping hole through which she hissingly sucks in air. “And again.” You take no notice, and Millie squeals and moans, but tears her mouth open again as you approach her again.
Your hands come to rest on the ones of Megan. One last time you look into your Little One’s eyes. Then you fuck your little sister in her greedy mouth, fast and hard like you did with Melina and Giselle. Millie wriggles and squeals and slaps her hands on the bed, but pushes against you as far as Megan will allow, and each time you sink into her to the hilt she moans and massages your cock with her inner muscles.
You pump further and further into the little body in front of you, using your little sister and making her happy. She gurgles and twitches and sweat is on her forehead but you don’t let up.
“Keep going Little One, you’re great!” you cheer her on. “It feels so good to fuck your mouth.” Millie gets tears in her eyes and you don’t know why but you trust each other and now is not the time to hesitate. Long strings of slime hang from her chin and make her look like a little whore instead of a noble princess but she is, a royal highness who will do anything for her dragon because he protects her from the bad people. Bubbles form around your pumping cock and her tongue twitches around under your cock, trying to lick you but hanging uselessly out of her mouth at this rate. Her eyebrows furrow and her eyes are in constant motion, squinting up at you, crossing, attaching themselves to your ramming cock and then looking back at you.
“God she’s so good” Megan marvels, holding her sister’s twitching head, keeping her hair out of her face and her lips on your cock “Do you want to cum in her?” Her eyes only ever leave her sister briefly to stare at you admiringly, then she pays attention to Millie and her well-being again.
“I don’t know,” you confess with hips ramming. “What are you saying, Millie? You want me to cum in your mouth?” Megan and you laugh heartily as a muffled choke is heard that could mean anything.
“Knock twice on the bed if you want Finn to cum in your throat,” Megan says helpfully. Then she laughs as Millie drums her dainty fist on the bed over and over again like she’s possessed. “I think that means ‘yes’.”
“Keep moaning Little One, it’s only making me hornier” you grunt and continue to speed up your thrusts even more. Now you’re really fucking her, hard and brutally, while Millie screams sounds around your cock and through the slimy bubbles that neither you nor Megan nor anyone else has ever heard from her.
Small drops are now also coming out of one nostril and the slimy strings on her chin are banging wildly against her small breasts or gathering between her cramped arms.
“Fuck Millie I’m going to cum” you hiss. Her whole body twitches under your thrusts as you feel the energy in your body gather in one place. “Fuck Millie you are the perfect little sister! Fuck!”
“Take her biggie” supports Megan like the cheerleader she is. “Make her take you all! Cum in her and paint her inner sides white! Yes look at her. She loves that thislittle slut.” Then the energy makes a path for itself, breaks free and you let go. Closing your eyes, you grab Megan and pull her roughly against you, pressing her lips to yours and moaning into her mouth as your cock empties shot after shot inside the quivering body beneath you. All inside Millie. You feel her chin against your balls, feel your cum bounce against her throat against which your cock tip also presses. You can’t stop. You keep coming, shot after shot, and Millie presses herself against you, whimpering and moaning and massaging you as best she can until you have emptied yourself completely inside her.
She is the one who gives in first. With a bright squeal she slides off your cock. You fire two more shots at Megan, on her belly, then push your middle sister off Millie and hold your princess by the shoulders. You hold her tight and upright as she gasps and rattles in air, her wild eyes searching for you.
“Millie,” is all you say, but you couldn’t make your voice any prouder. “Are you okay?” You look at her and her eyes focus on you. Her face is a total mess, cum and spit on her chin, single hairs on her red cheeks, tears in her wet eyes. But she is smiling. She smiles as peacefully as if you just woke her up from a pleasant dream. She is so in love with you, you can’t believe it.
Then her eyes get big, really big.
“Hurrrrrgh!” You just manage to dodge, but still hold her tight as Millie gargles up your swallowed cum.
“I got you! Don’t worry!” At first she wants to hold it in while her hands press on her cramping belly, then she wants to say something but instead of words only a gush of viscous sperm with lots of spit comes out of her mouth. “It’s okay” you reassure her with an amused look while she looks like her life has no meaning anymore.
“Poor thing,” Megan says but has to giggle too as she pats her sister’s cramped back. “She doesn’t wanted to swallow it to show you later like she did at the lake.”
“Oh Millie” you laugh and hug her to you.
“‘horry,” she gasps.
“You don’t spit anything out during a deepthroat Little One. You swallow.”
“‘hanted to… share…”
“Oh God.” Megan can’t take any more and presses her hands to her face as her eyes light up with laughter. “That’s why you look to others first Millie” she laughs. Then she leans over and wraps her sister in her arms too.
“Don’t do that” your princess pouts and puts her hands on your chest but doesn’t squeeze. “I’m all dirty.”
“Oh yes you are” Megan giggles in her ear. “A dirty little slut you are.” You have to giggle.
“I’m proud of you Millie” you whisper, enjoying the subsiding feeling of pleasure after a brutally beautiful orgasm.
“Don’t just say that BB. Please.” There’s that grown up Millie you’re so proud of again. “I do want to please you.”
“I’m into that too little one” you grin “Even Megan couldn’t do that.”
“If I wanted to then I could” protests your wombat good-heartedly. “That’s part of it Millie” she then comforts her sister though, still shmoozing a bit. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” You release the girl from your double hug and both put your hands on her shoulders, you from the front, Megan from behind. “And it’s kind of hot, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is,” you admit, “And remember what we agreed. You’re allowed to be kinky once in a while.”
“T-This what… kinky?” blinks Millie in surprise. “I just thought I made a mistake.” Megan and you look at each other and burst out laughing while Millie blushes all over.
“Come here my little pervert whore-princess.” You squeeze her again.
“I’m all dirty,” she mumbles, “And so is my PJ…”
“Never mind,” Megan purrs. “Next time you might do it on purpose.”
“On purpose? Something like that?”
“Don’t give her any ideas Megan” you give her a scolding. Megan grins cheekily. But you also see that Millie is beginning to understand. She looks down at her smeared pajamas and runs her finger over the sticky substance on the sky-blue fabric.
“That was something… naughty?” she asks cautiously. You nod, also cautiously.
“It’s sweet to see you being so innocent,” you think, but know she needs some other kind of reassurance too. “But yeah, it’s pretty hot to see you can’t swallow my load.” Millie blinks at you, thinking.
“Then I’m satisfied” she finally decides and looks at you. “And you are too?” As Megan giggles you pat her tousled hair.
“I’m very pleased with you Millie. You were a perfect little sister again today.”
“That’s certainly not how the evening we played today would have gone” laughs Megan as your princess presses up against you of her own accord. “But that’s exactly why we’re doing this today.” And Megan is also pleased with what she learned today. “Just because we were too careful back then doesn’t mean our princess can’t puke up a bucket of cum here.”
“Megan!” you and Millie shout together. But your sister is right, and judging by her grin, she too has found a solution.
“We are forever connected even without a date. We all make mistakes sometimes but in the end we always stick together.”
“Exactly,” you say and nod. Then you give Millie a kiss on her sweaty forehead. “Everyone goes to shower separately and then to bed.”
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