by Writing Shark
The greatest tactical and strategic masterpiece ever
Actually, you shouldn’t play with food and your parents definitely raised you better than you’re acting now, but it’s just too much fun to watch Emma try to catch one fry after another in her mouth. As you throw food at her, you experience one of those moments that, no matter how many times you life trough it, it will always be as fascinating and incredible as the first time. Your Emma laughs happily as her upper body jerks around and she tries to catch your throws with her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out. Fries are not really suited for this kind of games and so far it’s seven to zero for you but that doesn’t stop Emma from trying. Your girlfriend is a fighter and you enjoy every tiny moment with her. Then one of the fries almost lands in her cleavage and as Emma quickly raises her hands in front of her breasts you both burst out laughing.
“You’ll clean it all up later” the waitress warns you, but you don’t want to give anyone a bad experience on this wonderful day and you nod while Emma can hardly hold back her laughter.
“Everything hurts,” she says, presenting you with a healthy blush on her cheeks and slightly moist eyes that look at you happily.
“Me too” you moan stretching until your bones crack. Emma giggles so sweetly again and lowers her face. Since she still wears her braid, her hair doesn’t fall in her face this time but even without this gesture you can see that her behavior has changed. She is no longer hiding and the mischievous look under her eyebrows reveals that she is aware of the fact that this protective mechanism has become a means to make your blood boil.
“I could give you a massage” she suggests, lifting her head again and tilting it. No one, least of all you, misses her signal.
“Here on the table? With the burger in my back?” you laugh, but have to admit it would be a good idea.
“Or let’s get the fuck out of here real quick?” your not-so-innocent elf suggests, wiggling her head. “I want your cock inside me.”
“Wohow,” you laugh, but notice the twitching between your legs. Then you look down at your plates. “Eat up first,” you say, nodding at the half-eaten burger standing in the way of a massage on the table, perhaps even more than the nice waitress whose breasts stand out under her uniform.
“I’m not hungry anymore, though,” Emma pouts, poking at the burger with her fork.
“You’ve used up a lot of energy today,” you say a little more seriously, but without pressuring her. It doesn’t annoy you to have to guide Emma in this regard, on the contrary, you enjoy the duties a boy has over his girl and with a meaningful look Emma lifts the burger and bites into it.
“Satisfied?” she asks with her mouth full and a half-eaten slice of pickle almost falls out. You nod and smile, and when you’re sure Emma had enough – after all, she’s more petite, slender, and beautiful than you – you move on to the next duty, the next privilege a guy has with a girl like Emma Jackson. You lean over to her who, out of reflex, is already reaching out her hand for yours. After stroking her arm, you pull your plate over to your side and while you finish her burger and pick up some fries scattered on the table, your girlfriend pulls her cellphone out. You’re more familiar with this behavior from Megan. Neither of them admitted it but your sister is the center of the circle of friends of girls of which you call a frighteningly high number your harem-girlfriends. But Emma is also a communicative person, unlike your wombat she just picks the people she interacts with a little more carefully. And you’re at the top of that list, so you don’t mind if she’s distracted for a few minutes, knowing that she’s going to need another dose of Finn Lynchwood soon anyway, and you’re happy to help her out.
“Who are you writing?” you ask curiously.
“Are you trying to control me?” Emma teases good-naturedly and holds her hand to her beautiful chest. You snort and are so distracted by her breasts that a dirty French fry is already touching your lips before you realize that this is not very hygienic. But sex on the toilet neither…
“She goes to the gym for one day and thinks she can take on the world” you grumble and play the jealous boyfriend. It makes you glad that you can’t put it across very convincingly and you as well as Emma know exactly what’s really going on.
“You’re here to take on the world, honey,” your possession says, putting her phone aside. She means what she says. “And I’m here to thank you.”
“I’m only doing this because of you.” And so you close the deal that binds you so closely together.
“And that’s why I belong to you alone and no one else Finn Lynchwood. Consider yourself lucky” she grins “You are in possession of a great girlfriend.”
“More than that,” you say and this time neither of you let go of the other’s hand as you look into each other’s eyes at Burgertown. “Owning you is the most incredible gift I could ever ask for from you.”
“Oh Finn,” your girlfriend purrs. You like her sassy ways as much as you like the dreamy elf in your bed, and keep congratulating yourself on having led her in this direction with training and past experiences. The matter-of-factness with which Emma speaks of her belonging to you, your ownership of her, is incredibly sexy and you admit to yourself that it is not only love you feel for her in such moments but also a good portion of lust for this horny little creature with the tight pussy and the ripe tits. “Only someone like you can make it sound romantic that I belong to someone.” You smile at each other, a well-rehearsed team after only weeks of a relationship, with Emma, it feels like you’ve known each other forever, and yet everything goes so quickly and smoothly and while you resist the urge to fuck this girl here and now on the dirty table at Burgertown your quicker, smarter and more nimble mind you understands that you two are a perfect couple.
“What are you in the mood for next?” you ask, not even fighting the urge to make this girl so happy she bursts, metaphorically speaking, you want Emma around for a long time.
“Anything to do with you,” she says in love, but then sighs. “But even though you’ve helped me so much, I’m not just going to put myself above the other girls. I’m sure Millie misses you already, and so do Giselle and Maureen.” You take a deep breath.
“Emma, honey, Maureen would put me over her knee if I didn’t make you happy. And yes, I know you’re happy when I’m happy. But I’m your boyfriend.” You wink at her and she puts her hands in front of her face, knowing exactly what she’s doing to you, and squints between her fingers, smiling. “And as your boyfriend, I want a good time with you.” Emma lowers her hands.
“Shall we go watch expensive movies on pay TV with your sister and your newest slave in the hotel?” She grins cheekily and you have to groan as you think about how Maureen is surely already burning the rest of your money with Giselle. But your elf’s idea isn’t bad. You’re already about to reply, then your girl flinches slightly, snapped out of her thoughts of you as her cell phone vibrates on the table.
“Sorry” she mumbles, but immediately loses herself in your sight again.
“No problem” comes your reply but neither of you let go of the other. “I know you’re mine.” Emma smiles happily as she grabs her cell phone. She reads the message and her expression changes to something you’ve rarely seen on her face before. With a mixture of surprise, eagerness, amusement and a little bit of impatience, she looks up from the screen and into your eyes.
“What is it?” you ask with raised eyebrows, eyeing her gaze, which changes again as soon as her eyes catch you.
“Finn,” she grins. “Get out your cell phone.” You tilt your head and frown curiously, but follow her prompting. Solicitation? She’s not asking? I guess my Emma is a big girl today. Then you wait. Nothing happens at first, but Emma grins like a child who has tricked her parents and now has an extra portion of dessert. You want to say something, but you just look at her and wonder how you can be so lucky in life. Then your cell phone vibrates in your hand, but you don’t look at the display, only at Emma. You have to blink, but recognize it for what it is.
“Emma… Are you… horny?” Her laughter echoes through the busy room.
“I’m always horny for you honey,” she says, resting her head in her hand as she admires you through her glasses. “Now look at your phone?”
Hey Finn, you read the message on the screen and a pleasant smile spreads across your lips as you remember. I just texted your girlfriend. Am in your area and really wanted to meet up with you. Is that okay with you? Wanted to thank you guys again properly. How about bowling? My treat. Just let me know the date and if you want to go. Harry.
“He’s got balls,” you grumble, putting your phone back on the table. Then you shake your head, but have to grin. “Did everyone decide not to ask my permission today?” Then you look to Emma and have to restrain yourself from laughing out loud. Your girl is sitting across from you, her cheeks puffed out and rosy, lips pressed together and bright, a happy tense smile on her lips “Oh honey” you sigh happily. “I know that look.”
“Please honey!” Emma leans across the table and raises her hands pleadingly, her elbows on the table, her breasts as well, her arms pressed in front of them. She’s good. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease! Please let us do this?”
“Bowling with Harry?” You love Emma and she loves you, so knows you have to plan your time carefully. But because Emma loves you, she also knows you’ll go above and beyond to make her happy. It’s a game, a simple, unforced game. And she plays it well. “You are my boyfriend. You decide. Please please please make me happy honey. I love you sooo much.” Then she can’t take it anymore and bobs up and down in her seat in front of you while you struggle with a huge grin and an even more huge boner. “I’m all yours. And you decide. Please decide for me. I sooo want to see Harry again. I’ll be good too and do what you want. I’ll suck your cock and let you fuck me in every hole like you like it honey!”
“Wow Emma!” You raise your arms as she starts giggling wildly. “I understand all right. Just hold back a little, will you?”
“Why is that?” she asks innocently. “You’re such a good lover and you fuck me so well, my little brain just can’t concentrate.”
“Where does that come from?” you want to know, but you know it.
“If Verena can turn you on like that, I’ve can way better.” Then her body moves and a short time later you feel the tips of her toes between your legs while she nibbles seductively on her tongue. “And besides, I’m just into you.” Her foot begins to rub and her eyes grow wide as she realizes what she’s in for. “Oh man” she giggles, but doesn’t stop pleasuring you and her astonished chuckle is sweet as ever as she realizes what you have between your legs. She looks at you in a way as if she only now realizes what she has in front of her and that makes you shake slightly with adrenaline.
“Okay” you just say and close your eyes while Emma continues to spoil you. Even squeezing your legs together doesn’t help, Emma is just too good.
“What?” she asks lively, tilting her head and grinning cheekily.
“Okay we’ll do something together with Harry.” Her excited squeal echoes through the diner and you’re as happy as she is. Briefly you wonder if it wasn’t her who brought you to this decision but Emma is too in love with you for that. One word from you is enough and she does everything you want here and now. All your girls do. And that makes you smile in relief as Emma pulls out her cell phone and starts typing. You watch her do this and how her mood is reflected in her behavior. She excitedly slides around on the red leather bench while her elbows rest on the table and her cell phone hides her face from you. Then she tilts her head and looks past the phone at you.
“Harry is asking for an appointment?” she relays the information. “He’d be free this week.” As your little middle sister, it’s Megan you can read like an open book but Emma is close behind her and it’s easy for you to guess what’s going on in her pretty head. “He says he has some important news for us.”
“So?” Emma nods eagerly and grins even more cheekily than before.
“He knows who I belong to. He’s always talking about you and me.” She smiles. “Do you want me to show you the text? I’m not cheating on you.” This idea makes you laugh out loud at first, then it gets even better when you see that the past hasn’t done any damage to your elf. She doesn’t know what happened between her and Carrie but your job as the boy who loves her and is sure of her undying love is to encourage her in her behavior. And your laugh does just that, “And your dick is bigger than his.” Then Emma laughs out loud as you throw a fry at her head.
“Will you please not reduce me to just my physical attributes?” you ask in shock, but then continue with your task of making Emma happy. “So when would suit you this week?” Your voice leaves little doubt that you know what’s going on inside her.
“Well…” And Emma hesitates, knowing you’re making the decision, knowing you don’t just have her for a friend, but also knowing about your love. “But to make a plan now would only complicate things… And well… Harry said he had something important to tell us… and…” She pauses. “What are you doing?” she asks as you tap away on your phone, but you ignore her.
“Maureen honey,” you say as the familiar voice sounds on the other end. “How are you and Giselle?”
“Okay” you say a few minutes later. “And tell Millie I hug her.”
“Just ‘gug’? Or even…” Megan is really good and doesn’t show a trace of envy or jealousy.
“Okay,” you say to your wombat. “Tell her I love her and can’t wait to make love to her.” Then you chuckle. “And tell Denise to be a good girl.”
“So no horror movies tonight,” Megan says, pretending to be miffed. “Not even a little fun for little ol’ me.” The line is silent for a moment “I want something in return though.”
“You’ll have sex with me too, don’t worry honey” you giggle.
“That’s good,” Megan says. You called her after Maureen, thus informing all your girls of the change in plans. Then there is a short silence on the other end of the line. “You know I’m a little jealous of Emma, right?” Your jaw tightens. Megan has really taken a back seat for you, and unlike Emma or Millie, she doesn’t always love you in that shy, cutesy way. Since Maureen has already satisfied her lust for you for some time, Megan is still ravenous and for someone who loves as hot and fiery as she does, it’s almost a crime to make her wait so long for a date. But she’s also your wombat and knows exactly what you’re thinking. “She deserves it more than any of us, that’s for sure. Don’t worry Biggie. I’m just trying to spur you on a little to do your best…” she giggles lightheartedly. “To give her your best. I’ll support you here at home like a good little girl. And afterwards, you can take me from behind like your little middle sister.”
“What’s with all of you today?” you wonder aloud, but are mostly glad that Megan is supporting you so well.
“Hey,” she says cheekily. “You wanted yourself a harem. Then you have to fuck the girls in it too.” Another giggle. “And we all know you’re good at that.” You hear some shyness in her voice. The thought of you still heats her up, and that’s a good thing.
“I won’t forget you,” you say, a little more seriously than usual, and she understands. “And Emma will thank you for it.” Your elf reaches out her dainty fingers for your cell phone and you hand it to her. She would never pull it out of your hands, Emma isn’t like that, but it’s good to see she can demand, in her own submissive way.
“Hey Megan honey,” your elf says cheerfully. “Thanks for letting me have our boyfriend tonight.No, it’s not really necessary, I admit.” Her eyes meet yours and she is in awe. “But you wouldn’t believe what he did to me today… Yeah, that too. And me with him… yeah, it was. But, yeah, it was just amazing. I’ll have to tell you about it when we see each other again… Yeah, I will. And if he does that to me, I’ll tell him… Yeah, I love you too. Bye.” She hangs up and hands you the phone. “Megan says have fun tonight.”
Then you grin permission to Emma and she types her answer to Harry. As she fulfills your instructions, you think about your next steps. Harry has interrupted your plan, but also supports it. You remember how much Emma enjoyed fooling around with him. He’s good for her and you’re man enough to know that your girlfriend is loyal to you. And Harry is man enough to know what you would do to him if he crossed the thin red line.
So your elf shows her typical cute-confused concentration when she writes him, while you are first of all glad that you have such understanding harem-members. Harry is actually the last one to be asked, but that’s okay. He wanted to meet and it was Emma, with your permission, who decided to meet right now. She, and you too, are pumped up from the training, full of lust and adrenaline and excited to try out the new life you’ve led her into. Your cell phone vibrates on the table.
Are you okay with that, too?
“He really does have manners,” you mumble as Emma giggles and her hands caress your arms.
“He knows he can’t fuck with you honey. You are my great protector and I love you for letting me live such a perfect life under you.” You send a thumbs up back, already expecting it to be Emma who gets the next message, but it’s you.
Then it’s a deal. Please give me an hour and then we’ll meet. Emma, your girlfriend, gave me the address.
You send again only a raised thumb and have to grin. Somehow you enjoy playing the superior who decides if Harry can ever see Emma again. And Emma is totally into it, too. Again you feel her foot against your thigh, then between them.
“Thank you, darling,” she whispers.
“What are you going to do with him anyway?” you ask, more out of curiosity, and maybe a little concern for poor Harry who might think he’s coming in for the kill today. Emma knows your limits, you know hers, and you both trust Harry. But you also know the effect Emma has on boys. But your girlfriend just shrugs.
“That’s for you to decide, honey,” she says. “That’s part of the package I gave you. I’m yours. You decide.” She smiles at you in love, then her eyes sparkle. “But I can tell you what I want to do now.
And so, at the end of the meal, the two of you do end up on the toilet, you on the seat, Emma on her tiptoes, squatting between your legs, both her hands wrapped around your lance and rapidly moving up and down in a frenzy. Your elf manages to transform the most unsightly toilet in the world into a palace with her reverent gaze, her unexpectedly deft hands, her slightly open mouth and her faithful eyes. You sit on your porcelain throne and watch your girlfriend enrich her life between your legs while she loses herself in her task.
“Your penis is so perfect” she murmurs softly. Neither of you has paid much attention to whether the toilet is empty and the diner is well attended. But Emma shrinks the world around you, and while her universe consists of your cock and your satisfaction, you strain to expand your world with all your might on the booth and its surroundings. That’s your job as a boyfriend and you want to fulfill it, even if Emma surely wouldn’t even notice if someone was in the room. Too captivated and greedy she stares at her pumping hands and your cock between her delicate fingers. She is so infatuated with you that she didn’t even notice that she said penis and not cock. She changes the angle a bit, straightens up further, comes closer to you and you briefly put your head in the neck to enjoy her touch. Your hand rests on her shoulder, holding her upright while her hands move quickly up and down, balancing her on her toes. Her fingers glide over your scin, caressing you with the right amount of force and speed.
“Keep it up,” you order, which is unnecessary. Nothing could stop Emma now as she feels you twitching in her warm hands. She stops jerking you only briefly to spit into her palms, then her fingers are back on you, spreading the salvia on your cock and producing squelching sounds.
“Am I good?” she wants to know, not to tease or test you, but because she wants to please you. She is so concentrated on her task and still thinks about you.
“Perfect,” you murmur, and your hand moves from her shoulder to her cheek.
“Thank you” she breathes and speeds up her movements even more, squeezing a little tighter to please you. “I just want you to know… oh nothing…” She breaks off and focuses on you again but your hand lifts her head and she looks at your face. Luckily she doesn’t stop massaging you though.
“Say it, Emma, you deserve it.” She pulls her lips in proudly, then follows your order.
“I like Harry,” she then declares, to herself too. “He deserves to be nice to. When I was alone with him…he was so accommodating and polite.” She gets a little red in the face. “He could have grabbed my butt twice when we were alone, after messing with the guys. But he didn’t. I like that.”
“If he had…” You have having a hard time concentrating but you manage for Emma. “If he were any different we wouldn’t be having this conversation either honey,” you say as kindly as your tightened throat can manage. “I’m looking out for you and… fuck you’re good… And I can tell you like him.” Emma can’t take it anymore, sliding her hands down your hot and wet cock and licking her tongue over your throbbing tip while her eyes stay on your face. The tip of her nimble tongue traces around your tip and tastes your skin.
“I…” Her tongue dances around your tip again, too focused for talking, too in love, licking the first drops of precum out of you. “I just want to make sure you know I’m yours alone… okay? Just you.” Her wet lips tremble slightly under your spear and driblets of salvia rest on them while she talks with bated breath.
“We’ve been over this,” you say with your eyes closed and your lips pressed together as your hands search for something to hold on to. The familiar pressure in your loins is already building up as you picture yourself shooting your entire load into your eager girlfriend’s pretty face. Her happy giggle sounds just as nice in reality as it does in your mind. “This is…shit…this is your day honey.”
“But…” That’s as far as your girlfriend gets as the pressure becomes too much. Your legs tighten and your hand reaches under the base of her ponytail and pushes her head down. Emma breaks off her sentence and wraps her lips tightly around your glans while her hands races up and down. Now other things are important to her and all her strengs flows into pressing her master and boyfriend with quick movements and a vacuum-like suction on your dick. You feel your orgasm rising and moan suppressed as you empty into her hot mouth and shot after shot of your cum stains her mouth white while her trembling lips seal your dick inside it. Your girl snorts with pleasure as she receives your load and swallows it in several attempts while her tongue glides over your sensitive skin and her hands massage every drop of cum out of you. Finally, exhausted, you fall backward and Emma follows you with her mouth until she is quite sure that her lover is clean and satisfied. Then she drops down on her pretty bum and spreads her thighs for you. Her jeans fit tightly against her, the fabric being thick enough to hide her wetness between her thighs but her hand is firmly on her opening, massaging through the jeans as she looks at you in love.
“This is your day,” you say again, bending over and smoothing your hair as you catch your breath. “Okay honey?” Emma nods and swallows one last time.
“I just want to make sure after…”
“I trust you with my life, Emma. And my girlfriends do too. You know that. If you tell me you like Harry and trust him then I believe you. No one in the world, not even Carrie, doubts now that you are mine. You’ve proven that once and for all.”
“Thanks honey.” Emma wipes the last remnants of your cum from the corners of her mouth and gets back to her feet, swaying slightly as she always does when she received your sperm. She sits down carefully on your naked lap being watchfull not to touch your sensitive throbbing penis too much which still hasn’t recovered from her mouth massage.
“If you want to see him then I will help you.” You laugh softly. “And I think he would be just as happy to see you.”
“And what about you?” She really wants to make sure, which is really sweet. You look at her with a certain look you only reserve for certain occasions. So far you’ve never looked at Emma like that, really only Megan, who you know is kinky enough to desire your wildest fantasies as well. But Emma is smart. “Okay,” she giggles brightly and puts her hand over her mouth. Then she stands up, spins around, leans forward and thrusts her ass at you. “You can get your possession whenever you want.” You reach out and raise your hand. Emma trembles in joyful anticipation of you descending on your girlfriend’s firm flesh, of proving to her, to you, to the world who this girl belongs to. But you don’t. Your hand sinks down and strokes the fabric of her pants while Emma hums in love.
“Tell Harry we’re on our way.”
“Yes honey.”
The car ride to the town bowling alley is short. You know the way and Emma has made sure Harry knows it too. On the way, you talk to each other like a normal couple, which you are. Your possessiveness of her is not as crazy as you thought the first night and now you understand Megan and her motives while Emma again keeps her hand on yours and even doesn’t take it away when you shift gears. The only thing unusual is the amount of your girls, everything else is just the way of Emma expressing her love for you and nothing in the world would make you change that.
As your destination comes into view and you feel her on your skin as you shift gears, you think about Harry and what a hassle it must be for him to get to you. The drive from Seaview is not short and the day is already more than half over but you also realize that you haven’t done anything like that for a long time. It feels good to do something ‘normal’, even if your companion for the evening is a girl who loves you so much that she would do anything for you and you are meeting a boy whom you have given the experience of a lifetime.
You bring the car to a stop and let it roll into the parking lot. Emma giggles as you get out, circle the car, and help her out. You kiss her hand and act like a gentleman in the seventeenth century. Emma, on the other hand, puts her arms around you, lifts herself up on her tiptoes, and kisses you firmly on the mouth, not at all ladylike but totally sexy. Then you wait. Harry is not there yet and you have a few minutes to yourselves. The bowling alley is housed in a large building in which there is also a pub and a bar and is surrounded by a large lawn on which some tree trunks lie on which one can sit.
“Just like at the lake,” Emma murmurs as you sit down on one of the logs. The evening promises to be pleasantly cool and your girlfriend snuggles up to you in the yellow light of the sinking sun while your shadows grow longer and longer and more and more orange is mixed in the surrounding. You understand now why God or evolution has made girls so sensitive to cold. Of course, it has to do with the fact that women have adapted better to the climatic conditions of a warm home and the flickering fire in it and must therefore be more sensitive to temperature changes to keep the offspring alive. But there is no denying that God or nature have also used a nice little trick and you as a man realize how much you like being a source of warmth and security for Emma. With her head on your shoulder, you sit on the log and look out onto the driveway on which Harry must eventually appear while other cars pass you and passersby pass you on the sidewalk in both directions. You two sit at a sufficient distance not to be disturbed, but still you have the pleasant feeling of being part of a society you fit into, simply because you have been lucky enough to find a person, several people, who like you, love you, as you are. And that’s why you’re looking forward to seeing Harry again.
Emma notices it first.
“What a piece of junk!”
“What?” you ask, then see it. “Okay, this certainly can’t make the Kossal flight under three parsecs” you grin. That must be Harry, and you’re glad to be in a civilized country. Anywhere else, that pile of junk would only be considered a drone attack target, that’s how scrapped the car looks.
“It’s only held together by rust,” Emma marvels, following you as you rise.
“It makes my car look like Air Force One” you stifle a grin as you take your girl’s hand and lead her across the lawn to where Harry is parking his ‘car’.
“Right” mumbles Emma beside you, pressing herself against you as she wraps her arms around your arm. “But still, your car is too small for all your girls.” You wiggle your head in agreement but before you can speak further the car door opens squeakily and Harry stumbles out of the interior. He must have already seen you on his approach because he heads straight for you without closing the driver’s door. You’re not surprised, not even a starving Ethiopian farmer would want to steal this peace of junk.
“Finn! Emma!” Harry spreads his arms and you put your hand on your girl’s back and push her toward the boy. She does the same as Harry and the two hug joyfully while you stand by. “It’s so good to see you guys.” He waits exactly a second longer than you would have thought, then lets go of Emma and turns to you. “Finn, it’s good to see you.” He reaches out to you but you pull him to your chest. A second and a half, two pats on the back, all manly and businesslike.
“Good to see you again,” you say, smiling. Harry beams at you like he’s bursting with happiness and you have to say you like his attitude.
“And you guys too!” Then his eyes get big and first he looks at Emma, then at you. His big grin shows his teeth as he takes a step toward his car. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” You raise your eyebrows but Emma still understands before you do.
“No, really?!” she asks excitedly. Harry reaches inside the car and his hand pulls an arm out of the pile of rust and junk. A beautiful arm. And hanging from that beautiful arm is a beautiful body. And on that beautiful body sits a beautiful head.
“Wow,” you mutter, biting your tongue. Harry helps a little, but then a girl stands next to him that takes your breath away.
Her long red hair blinds you for the first moment and her hazel eyes look first at you and then at Emma very briefly, then they move back to Harry.
“Emma, Finn, this is Veronica.” He takes a breath and continues speaking. “My girlfriend.”
You find it hard to believe. Next to Veronica, Harry looks like a traffic accident, a rotten corps alongside an angel. Shit, next to Veronica I look like that too! But of the four of you, only Emma is the one who sees the incomprehension with which you eye the new girl. Harry only has eyes for his redheaded girlfriend and Veronica nervously brushes her hair behind her ear and clings to her boyfriend like a startled lamb. You shake your head and look to Emma.
“Hey Veronica,” you say, finally acting like a man. You take a gentle step toward her and hold out your hand. “I’m Finn and this is Emma.” It takes a while but eventually the girl returns the gesture and you grab her delicate hand like an offering. She’s more than a head shorter than you, Emma is slightly taller than Harry and Veronica and you tower over them all. It’s not even a real handshake, the girl puts her hand more in your paw and you move it up and down twice without breaking it. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Thank you,” she murmurs. “Likewise.” Then her eyes go wide as Emma darts up beside you.
“Hey,” she greets the girl whose eyes get big as Emma hugs her. “So that’s why Harry was so eager to meet us.”
“Guess so,” comes the reply as Veronica presses her nose flat against your girl’s shoulder. As the two greet each other you look over unnoticed at Harry who is nearly exploding with pride in a thermonuclear fireball. He seeks your gaze, seeks your attention, and he laughs dumbly but proudly as you nod admiringly at him, pouting assuringly and pulling up your thump unnoticed. Then Emma releases the poor redhead from her embrace. Two weeks ago, Emma would be acting just like Veronica, and now that Harry is proud, you’re just grateful that you’ve been a good influence on your love.
While you are still gathering yourself, Harry stands next to you. Together you watch as Emma harnesses Veronica and penetrates her, but doesn’t go too far. Now it’s you who’s proud while Harry looks at your girlfriend admiringly while she knows exactly what to say and how to act so that Veronica starts to smile awkwardly.
“You seem to have made a lucky catch,” she finally says and puts an arm around the girl who doesn’t know what to do with the gesture.
“You can say that out loud” Harry laughs and walks up to Veronica. He takes her in his arms while Emma joins you again and together you watch the girl change instantly while her boyfriend hugs her.
“Kind of reminds me of someone I know” you murmur softly while Veronica doesn’t let her boyfriend out of the hug and snuggles up to him.
“Of Maureen?” asks Emma, winking at you. “Or Megan?” You roll your eyes. “What?” grins Emma. “I’m sure that’s how Megan feels when she sees you, too.” She winks, but of course she’s right. It’s a luxury not many have, to feel free and safe, even in the presence of a loved one. You appreciate Harry all the more as you see how careful he is with his obviously shy girlfriend.
“So?” your buddy asks then, grinning cheekily at you. “Shall we go inside?” He nods toward the building but looks at you questioningly for permission while his girlfriend doesn’t leave his side. The two of them really remind you of you and Emma, except Harry looks at you with the look a little brother might have for his big brother. You actually have to smile and Emma, cheeky as she has become lately, takes over with new confidence. She breaks away from you and reaches out to Veronica.
“Come on,” she says happily, grabbing the other girl. “We have so much to talk about.” Harry waves happily to his girlfriend while Emma pulls her toward the entrance, then he and you follow in a few feet distance.
“Emma is right,” you say quietly as you run after the girls. “I guess we really do have some things to talk about.” You look at him. “Shit Harry, I’m damn proud of you.”
“Thanks Finn,” the boy grins, eyeing the back of Veronica with a benevolent smile. “That’s why I wanted to meet up with you guys too.”
“Probably not because you wanted to see Emma anymore, huh?” you tease good-naturedly.
“What, no! Well, yes, I did. Of course! But…”
“It’s okay,” you reassure him, putting a hand on his shoulder while the girls are already charging through the bowling alley’s front doors like an elephant. Before you get inside, you have to find out a few things about the new situation to protect Emma and Harry. “What does Veronica know about our… uh… friendship?”
“She knows I approached her because of you,” Harry says. “She doesn’t know about the… mh… meeting.” You click your tongue, and the tactic of making Emma blossom suddenly has a strange flavor. When it comes to your girls, they’re clearly at the top of the list and you can’t take Harry or his girlfriend into consideration because of it. That’s the bitter reality of your life but you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Have you been lying to her?” Harry looks down at your question.
“Actually, I did,” he mutters. “That’s why I wanted to meet with you.” He falters. “And Emma, of course. So… oh shit, you know.”
“I get it,” you grumble, and things start working in your head. It’s obvious Harry likes Emma a lot, who wouldn’t? But Veronica seems nice too, even if she’s not quite as feisty as Emma. “So what are you up to?”
“I don’t know man,” your buddy hisses as you keep heading for the door. “I had the best day of my life, came home all pumped up, and before I know it I have a girlfriend who loves me. I don’t know how you do it but it really threw me for a loop. I can’t think straight anymore, Veronica is always in my head and I’m bursting with happy feelings. And then I write to you too…” He slaps his hands in front of his face and suppresses an exasperated groan while you put a brotherly hand on his shoulder. “Shit Finn, you’ve seen it. I always freak out when I see beautiful girls. And now I’m sitting with two of them.” He gives you a manic, desperate look.
“Okay, I understand,” you say, realizing that Harry is just a poor, love-struck boy who can’t comprehend what’s happening in his life. You can sympathize with him. Your first advice as a big brother would of course be to stay faithful to a girl, but the situation in which he met Emma is certainly not easy for someone like him to get out of his head. And on top of that there are the things he doesn’t know. It is also good for Emma to be able to move freely and yet protected in life. And you are not the best example to persuade Harry to a monogamous life. On the contrary, you see your use in this tricky situation, since feelings for two or more girls are your specialty.
“Listen…” growls Harry next to you, “I know Emma is out of my reach, shit, she’s out of my galaxy and I know what you’d do to me if I went too far. And I really like Veronica.”
“Harry you guys are a couple,” you say placatingly but warningly. “I hope you’re serious about her.”
“Yes, of course… but…” Now it’s you who groans. Were you ready for your great love? The first time you did it, it went to shit and you had all the luck in the world to love girls who have known you for a long time.
“I understand” you groan and your little adopted brother looks at you apologetically.
“This was a stupid idea,” he growls. “What are we even doing here?”
“Hey, we’re having a nice evening. A double date, okay? I’m not going to make you feel bad for getting into way too big battles, and you’re not going to screw it up, all right?” Harry looks at you.
“You want to help me?” You nod. “With Veronica… and…”
“With Veronica,” you laugh, “one step at a time, all right?” He nods again and you shake your head. “Love triangles are fucking complicated man” you grumble “You better believe it. Concentrate on your girl and today will be a good day.” There’s just one more thing and Harry is uncomfortable bringing it up.
“And what about Emma?”
“Right,” you grin, “My girlfriend will light a fire under your ass. But that’s part of life. You’ve seen each other naked before, it changes a relationship.” His eyes grow wide. “A platonic relationship,” you admonish him. “I have no problem making my girlfriend happy,” you say, addressing the last important point. “But if you think she’s not getting everything she needs from me, you’ve got a big problem.” Harry laughs.
“Don’t worry buddy. I’ve felt good and weird feelings at the same time all my life. I’m used to it.” Then try controlling a harem of ten people. Then the door to the bowling center opens a few feet away and Emma sticks her beautiful head out.
“Are you finally coming or are you scared of losing to two girls?” she asks cheekily and laughs. You wave at her and pull Harry behind you.
“I’ll help you,” you whisper to him. “We can do this together, don’t worry.”
“Thanks.” With that, the rules of the evening are set on which poor Harry will have to deal with two beautiful girls and also the hierarchy of the men here. Only now, as you walk through the doors, does he seem to realize what this means and you almost feel sorry for him, if it weren’t for the beautiful red-haired girl at the bar who looks at him in love.
“What did you guys talk about?” Emma asks cheekily as she hands you your pair of shoes to put on. Veronica holds her pair in her hands and looks at Harry who is happy to be distracted by the employee at the counter.
“Oh, we were talking about threesomes and all that,” you grin, and as Veronica gasps excitedly, you tell Emma that she knows this topic will still be off limits to her. She loves you and you can see in her face that she will let you take the lead in this matter. Even though it’s her day and even though she’s full of adrenaline and joy, Emma Jackson is smart and she knows exactly what your role is as a friend in your relationship.
“Then show me the ropes honey” she says, hugs you and then pushes you forward. That your elf has found her fun in sexually charged jokes pleases you, but also promises to make the evening very interesting.
Scheduling the game is easy and you deftly take the lead from Emma as you enter your group’s names into the computer. Emma insists on calling herself ‘The Librarian’ and you add ‘sexy’ to her description. While she gives you a big peck on the cheek, Harry tries to follow suit, but Veronica isn’t ready yet and insists on her real name. You support her and think that her name is cool enough as it is and she smiles at you for the first time very briefly, then she hurries to her sweetheart and sits down next to him. You have rented a booth with the typical semi-circular couch and the small table in the middle on which the overpriced drinks are placed. With relief you watch Harry order them, probably also to impress his girlfriend, but you are almost happier about it than the red-haired girl.
As you establish an order, the hierarchy hardens even further. Emma follows you, of course, Harry does too after taking the hint, and Veronica follows Harry. The mood is a little tense and not yet as relaxed as you’d like it to be, but Emma and you do your best to fire Veronica up. She seems introverted to you, but you also admit that the situation must seem very strange to her at times. After all, you don’t know yet what Veronica knows about your world and your experiences with Harry, and that would make you cautious as well. You put the images of Carrie and the bad evening out of your mind and crack a few of your best jokes. Harry gets in on the act, and so does Emma. And finally it works.
“Yes!” exclaims Harry about his strike. You look at Emma and she only shrugs, you’re all well below the score your little brother is bringing in. “Did you see that honey?” he wants to know excitedly.
“With those skills I can definitely introduce you to my parents” she grins. Harry almost collapses with laughter, though you can’t even tell if he’s playing or just likes the girl enough to actually like this bad joke. In any case, you and Emma join in and Veronica smiles sheepishly, looking from one to the other. It’s good to see she’s arrived in the group, at least a bit, and Emma pounces on the opportunity like a shark on an inexperienced seal.
“My Finn wasn’t afraid of my parents,” she says proudly and you know what she’s getting at.
“Are you crazy? You might think so but your father threatened to kill me if I didn’t make you happy.”
“Are you saying my father is a violent man?” grins Emma cheekily.
“It’s his daughter, after all,” Harry interjects as he returns from the range. “The most dangerous days in a man’s life. The first date: don’t say the wrong thing.”
“Meeting the parents: you’re a mix between Hitler and Mao Zedong” you add.
“And the wedding,” Emma says, looking at you. “The bride is the most important thing and you better not be thinking about yourself there.”
“True” Veronica giggles and Harry looks at her dreamily, with any luck both with the same idea. “But I’m sure my father wouldn’t want to kill you.”
“You think so?” doubts Harry good-naturedly.
“He’s right,” you agree with him. “Every father wants to kill every friend of his daughter at first. That’s just the way it is.”
“Then we’d better postpone the family dinner.”
“No way,” Harry agrees. “I really want to meet your dad.”
“Sure you do. And I’ll have to clean up your mess,” his girlfriend grumbles. “Typical man again. First you make the mess and then you leave it to the women to clean it up.” You and Harry look at each other, then laugh together. Though Veronica still looks sheepishly at the ground as the group picks her up, she has arrived. That’s a good feeling and you’re looking forward to meeting her. While you and Emma are almost shocked to explore the girl’s humor, Harry looks at his girl proudly. The group has found its ground and you are sure that you are the only one who has ulterior motives.
You still don’t know what Veronica knows and you don’t want to ask her directly about it. She is too warm and cute to be subjected to interrogation by you, but your duty to Emma is clear and you know that your brother will have no problem if you entangle Veronica with your charm. That is the advantage of a harem. If everyone knows and loves his place then you exclude something like jealousy for the most part. You have the freedom to act freely, for the protection of your beloved.
So you take a closer look at the girl. While Emma ensnares her with her openness and Harry tries not to look too obviously after her, you come to the conclusion that not only Harry would benefit from your intervention. With difficulty, you suppress a grin as you realize that this is your opportunity to relieve the redhead of her worries about Emma and Harry. You see the looks she gives your elf, and life with Megan has taught you to read girls. You look at Harry, who can’t quite understand your look, but when it’s his girlfriend’s turn to roll the ball down the track, you motion for him to sit next to you.
“She’s nice,” you say approvingly as you watch her bowl. Then you look to Emma. “She doesn’t know about our last meeting.”
“Did you lie to her?” your elf also wants to know right away, and Harry is even happier to let you take the lead.
“I won’t let it come to that,” you say, and Emma is pleased. “But for that I need a free hand, okay?” You look at your little brother with concern. “Of all of us, Veronica is the one who has the least to do with this whole thing. She shouldn’t be the one taking the biggest risk.”
“I trust you,” Harry says immediately, but then catches his breath, which makes you proud. “But take care of her, okay.” He gives you a pained look. “She’s my girlfriend.”
“Don’t worry” you nod in satisfaction.
“Yeah!” You turn to Veronica who has knocked over almost all the pins. Grinning happily, she seeks the gaze of her boyfriend who immediately goes to hug her.
You give the couple some time, then rise.
“Well, I’d say the winner of the game is already decided,” you grin and put your hand on the smaller boy’s shoulder in a brotherly way. More gestures are hardly possible between two men and you envy the privilege of women to hug each other in public. Then you turn to the newly in love couple. “I want to be among the winners for once,” you declare, putting on your I’m-the-leader-of-the-harem-and-what-I-say-will-be-done voice. “I’ll get us another round and then we’ll switch teams. Boys against girls, just like the old days.”
This fundamentally changes the situation and Veronica is the first to notice. Although there are still four of you but the couples are broken up. As you fetch the next round of drinks you see the realization hit that Veronica is now part of a large group, not just two couples. This makes the girl nervous but you just have to build on that to help her, Harry, Emma and you too.
“I’ll start” Emma says helpfully while Veronica writes her name on the scoreboard under the sexy librarian’s. Your girlfriend makes the first throw, misses miserably, knocks down only two cones on the side, but still throws herself at her partner and cheers. She too has seen that Veronica still has a long way to go and helps you with everything she has. The girl responds well to Emma and after a few throws the two are a well-rehearsed team while you keep Harry away from his girlfriend with man issues. You don’t like it, but it’s the best option and after some time you finally have Veronica sticking her tongue out at you cheekily as she beats your score.
“That’s what you get now” she tells you cheekily and you raise your hands in perplexity.
“What did I do?” you want to know.
“You know perfectly well.” She winks at you boldly, and you’re pretty sure she means your previous meeting. Then Emma rises to make her throw and your plan can finally begin.
“So Veronica, how did you two meet?” you ask the girl, who is so excited by Emma that she doesn’t realize you’re controlling her. Harry wants to say something but you stealthily step on his foot.
“We go to the same College,” Veronica tells you, beaming as she tells the story of how she became happy. You wonder if the two of them already have a rehearsed choreography, but they haven’t been together long enough for that. You yourself have the most experience with Millie and Megan, but no one here needs to know that. “He’s a year above me.” The two beam at each other. “I knew all along he had a crush on me but it wasn’t until he ran into me in town that he asked me out.” She looks at him in love.
“She was sitting there with her teammates and I just had to approach her after…” Harry falters, looks at you, then saves himself. “After I waited so long.”
“He then just walked over to us” Veronica continues. “My friends don’t like him at all but he didn’t let that stop him. I like that. He then invited me over for ice cream.”
“I hadn’t even seen that they all had ice cream in front of them, I was so nervous.” The two of them laugh together and you look at them with satisfaction. Then something catches your eye.
“Wait. Teammates?” you want to know. Veronica answers without hesitation.
“I’m a cheerleader.” Your eyes widen. As a mere boy, you imagine the girl in a classic uniform and it doesn’t miss the mark. Harry isn’t used enough to the situation either, and together you tilt your heads and look off into the distance, completely lost in thought.
“Mhm, mhm, mhm…” You make together as you do quite concentrated.
“Guys stop that,” Veronica laughs with amusement. “It’s not that special.”
“You’re not imagining things” Harry laughs, tugging at his pants. You get his point. The table isn’t high enough to cover everything, and Emma would adore making fun of you should you get a boner right now. But you also notice something else, unknown: a slight tinge of envy. You really need to sleep with Megan in her volleyball uniform. “Anyway, I was about to leave, but I remembered what you told me.” You look at the two of them proudly.
“He asked me for my number, which I thought was brave. He made it seem like it was normal, you know? As a cheerleader, you’re always adored, but we’re just normal girls. It was cute of him to treat me normal.”
“I almost died I can tell you that,” Harry chortles meanwhile, taking a sip from his glass. “You girls always say you want to be treated normally but, well…”
“You have a spell on you” you say and stand by Harry who looks at his girlfriend languidly. “I have to admit that too.”
“Oh you guys” Veronica laughs, but is clearly pleased with the praise she is getting. Then Emma comes back from her task. “Did you hear that Emma?” asks Veronica. Emma shakes her head and her new friend tells her about it.
“Oh, I see,” your elf finally grins cheekily and turns to Veronica. “So you guys like it when we have our fun?” She turns her butt to you and kicks one leg cheekily in the air while you admire her backside. Veronica is visibly shocked and Harry can’t decide what to do but that doesn’t bother Emma. She mischievously presents herself in front of you, wiggling her butt and dancing around in front of you just long enough for it not to get weird. Or way too hot and steamy. Neither Harry nor Veronica say anything as Emma laughingly drops onto your lap and gives you a big sloppy kiss on the cheek while her legs dangle in the air above yours. Veronica looks perplexed first at Harry, then at you while Emma plays with your hair as if nothing is wrong. By now you’ve given up being surprised by your elf and her ability to do the right thing at the right moment, preferring to introduce Veronica to the next part of the plan.
“Emma and I have a special kind of relationship,” you explain, having to strain not to sound too arrogant. You like Harry, and even if he’s banging a cheerleader, you have more to offer him. But still…
“I do whatever my boyfriend tells me to do” Emma declares proudly and Harry almost chokes on his Coke while Veronica lets her mouth drop open.
“Excuse me?” she wants to know. “So you listen to him?”
“Emma,” you say simply. “Stand up and spin around in a circle three times.” Your elf almost jumps off your lap and follows your instruction and while Harry gets all red in the face Veronica loses all color in her face. This time, however, you don’t feel much shame. There you see! My girlfriend is better! And it feels good to think that, especially when Emma sits down on you again.
“Did I good master?” she asks caringly but you just pull her close and press your lips to hers.
“Master… what… Emma what are you doing?” asks Veronica alarmed.
“It’s okay honey,” she tells her newfound friend, “It’s not like I’m not enjoying this.”
“Uh…”
“It’s quite simple” she continues, penetrating the other girl. “I’ve been like you before all my life, shy and reserved.”
“That’s not how I met you” Harry says, patting his girlfriend’s hand. Emma nods.
“That’s right. Finn has made me better. Having him as a boyfriend and master has helped me. And I’m sure you and Harry feel the same way.” Veronica looks at her boyfriend. Emma and you see it at the same time.
“See?” your girl grins kindly from your lap. “There’s no stronger bond than mutual trust.” With that, you’ve laid the groundwork for the next steps, and Emma helps you without knowing exactly what’s being played while Veronica is so entangled by you two that she simply brushes the ‘master’ aside as something normal. Or she is simply too confused right now.
“We’re not a normal couple Veronica” you explain to her, easing her worries while bringing other thoughts to the forefront. “Emma is not cheating on me, I made sure of that.”
“And I love my friend and owner for that.” Okay, that might have been a bit much but after the girl recovers she looks at you. “He is my master and I do what he says. And he doesn’t want to share me. He helps me.”
“So what Harry told me… That you helped him…”
“That’s exactly what we did,” you say, “We showed him the way.”
“And the way led me to you honey. To you alone.” Veronica takes a while and you give her the time by bowling another round. Finally, it’s the turn of Emma again and she rises from your lap while Veronica and Harry hold hands.
“So you say you met at school?” you ask Veronica as Emma is gone again. For now she deals with the flood of information quite well, she even accepted the fact that Emma called you her master but you are sure this will come up later. It must. But for now, however, you put a different focus and notice that Veronica does too. First, she nods in response to your question.
“Yes.” And then she gets serious. “I was very lonely at the time,” she explains, and you seem to have penetrated her protective barrier. “Actually, I had everything I wanted. My friends were always there for me, but only if I stayed in the group. I was on the best way to develop into a spoiled brat who makes the boys horny with her skimpy skirts but has nothing else to offer. Just a picture or a status of a human being.”
“I see,” you agree, remembering Karen. “You weren’t seen for what you are but only for what you showed the world.” Veronica nods.
“Exactly. But then Harry came along. He took an interest in me as a person. He was kind and helpful and didn’t try to get in my pants.”
“Well…” Harry rubs the back of his head. “Sort of.”
“But not like the others.” Veronica takes the subject seriously, and you can hear it. “He was in my friendzone all the time but when I had a really bad day, no one else was there for me, just him. And he didn’t pressure me.” You nod in understanding.
“Actually, I didn’t think anything would come of it” Harry adds. “I mean, who gets that lucky.”
“Exactly” you reply, keeping your secrets to yourself. “Who’s that lucky?”
“My sweetheart is so lucky” smiles Veronica with satisfaction. “He stood his ground, approached me, I was able to tell him everything. I was so embarrassed, my problems were so ridiculous, but he took them seriously. He was a real man.” You and Harry exchange glances as his girl narrates. You look at him proudly. “My friends were against us, of course, but I didn’t care. He held me and I realized how valuable someone who likes you for who you are inside is. That was new in my world.” She hugs Harry. It’s a reflex and you recognize your girls’ behavior in her. She wants to make sure Harry is still there.
“Are you guys done yet?” you hear Emma say, who has long since finished her throw. With a cheeky grin she comes over to you, pats her friend on the arm and shoos her to the track. After one last look at Harry, Veronica makes her throw. “What did I miss?” your elf asks, massaging her feet.
“Harry got a girl faster, more elegantly and more efficiently than I ever could,” you say, and Emma looks at you in wonder. It’s sweet but she just can’t believe it’s true. Your little brother wants to say something but the joyful shrieking of Veronica distracts you. She has knocked over almost all the pins and as a group you cheer her on as she proudly but somewhat embarrassedly lets you celebrate her. Harry claps his hands and cheers joyfully, even though his girlfriend is actually on the opposing team.
“Does your girlfriend know about us?” also wants to know Emma, and Harry explains his concerns to her as he does to you.
“She’s worried because I’ve talked about you guys so much” he explains while Veronica waits for her ball. “She doesn’t know you, that’s why she was so reserved. She’s not usually like that. And I don’t know how to explain it to her. I don’t want to lie to her, but how do you explain our last meeting? Maybe she’s jealous, or scared, I could understand that. I’m trying hard to show her that I love only her.” He looks at Emma, too absorbed in his explanation to consider his next words. “Sorry about that.” Emma giggles.
“No problem.”
“I don’t want to hide anything from her but I don’t want to lie to her either. Our last meeting changed my life and…” Then he has to break off because the love of his life joins you again. “There’s my one true love!” he exclaims and you secretly grimace at the line. Poor Harry has a big task ahead of him.
“Your turn honey” the girl says and Harry gets ready, but not without glancing quickly at you first. You raise your glass reassuringly.
“Harry is a sweetie,” Emma says to Veronica a short time later, in her role as a cheeky, bold but kind friend, while helping you out. You can only shake your head in admiration, but as always, Emma is on top of things and has the other girl figured out.
“Yeah, and he’s all mine.” The red-haired beauty sticks her tongue out at you, good-naturedly but with a serious ulterior motive. Emma must now know how your trainer Verena must have felt, playing the same role now after all after making sure what drives Harry for the second time. Maybe a bowling game wasn’t the perfect idea to handle with all of this package but here you are now and it isn’t all about the past. After getting his fears out of his system you can work with Harry on the future of him and his girl while enjoying the present as well.
“Don’t worry honey” Emma says, hugging you tightly while you wisely keep your mouth shut while the girls talk. “I love my Finn to death. And don’t get me wrong, I would love to see Harry naked,” you blink nervously “but Finn has forbidden me to do that. I’m all his.”
“I figured as much,” comes the girl’s reply between smiling but clenched teeth. “Master an all that.” So she has noticed. Ans she seems cool with it. Maybe another… Shot up man!
“But most of all, you two are such a great couple, no one would fit in between. You’re really great together.” Veronica relaxes a little.
“Thanks.” She looks at Harry who almost falls on his butt as he tries a new throw. Then Veronica looks back at you. “I know he’s had other girlfriends before me” she says but you know that’s not true. You think about betraying your little brother, but Veronica is quicker. “The way he treats me, so determined and sure, I realize I’m not the first.” Emma and you look at each other. “And then when you came, actually you Emma… Well you know… With your behavior and all… confident and… well…” Somewhat helpless but mostly embarrassed, she points at Emma and shrugs.
At that moment, Harry has finished his throw and is heading back to the group. His girlfriend looks at you, seeking help. You can understand her. Even if you are so captivated by a girl like Veronica as you are with Emma, your buddy will notice her behavior. And besides, you’re on to something that you can’t let go of until you resolve it. Emma understands you too and rushes to Harry. With quick words and a dazzling smile that makes you regret that it’s not meant for you, she steers the boy to order another round of drinks. What’s happening with me? A few hours ago she sucked my dick like her life depended on it. Are you jealous or what?
“Okay,” your elf says as Harry disappears. “I understand you’re worried about me.” She looks at you and you nod, knowing she has a better chance with Veronica than you do. “We respect Harry and if he wants to tell you about our past then that’s for him to decide.” The eyes of Veronica widen.
“So there was something going on!” she exclaims, looking startled at Harry, who is standing too far away to hear anything. Emma just looks at the girl.
“Listen,” she says kindly. Things would certainly be different with you, but Emma can put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Everyone can see that you like Harry a lot. And that he’s good for you. It’s the same with me and Finn. And if you give me a chance, I’ll show you that I belong to this boy completely and he only has eyes…” She grins very briefly. “Only has eyes for me. If you act right, you won’t have to worry about boys, and certainly not about Harry.”
“I’m not one of those girls, though…” mumbles Veronica, looking down at the floor.
“You have the love of a boy” your girl says and your heart melts. “That’s very special, believe me. Especially with the right boy. Do you think Harry is the one?” Veronica nods immediately, as does Emma, even after this short time. “There you go. So pay attention. You have to act strong. Boys don’t want weak girls. You need to make your own decisions, not make him work. Our guys are already taking care of the world out there, protecting us and always worrying, they don’t need more work at home. So take a piece off his plate, you’ll get something in return. It’s a two-way trade, trust me. Be strong for him as he is strong for you” The redhead looks at you.
“He doesn’t strike me as the weak type” she mutters and you have to stifle a grin.
“I am because Emma supports me. She lets me make decisions, but also praises me for them. She helps me when I’m struggling and lets me lead when I need it. She’s girly, you know? Patient, tender, sweet and kind. But also dirty, wild and obedient. She is what I need because she always thinks about me, just like I think about her. We owe each other everything and we give each other everything, just like we get everything from each other. No one is alone. So you can be weak, but at the same time strong because of it.”
“You can be a woman but still get your way” Emma says, remembering the training. “You can use your body, manipulate your boyfriend the way he likes. You can play the weak one when he needs it and the strong one when he likes it. Men are the ones who make the world go round.”
“That sounds incredibly sexist” growls the other girl and you would even agree with her if the words didn’t come from another girl, your Emma.
“It’s not. Because men are lazy, believe me. It’s up to us to control them and realize their potential.”
“Behind every strong man is an even stronger woman?” But Emma shakes her head.
“No. Finn is superior to me in every way. But that’s only because he wants to protect me. He does the things he does for me, not for himself. It’s me who motivates and directs him. It is me who tells him what he can do to feel useful, safe and dangerous, to feel manly. I hold his life in my hand and it is up to me, the girl, to make his life good. Do you even know what that responsibility is? I decide if we have children or not. I decide if his income is enough for me. I decide what we buy, when we go on vacation and actually everything else. And when we’re out, out in the world, my boyfriend decides.” Veronica listens intently to Emma in the hectic environment of the bowling alley, and you’re so incredibly proud of your girlfriend that you forget to be horny for her. Almost, anyway. “Outdoors, he takes care of me, makes sure I’m safe and having fun, and I thank him when we get back home. Is that weak? We share the chores, the load, the responsibility. We know exactly who has to do what when and we can rely on each other. I don’t find that weak. Finn doesn’t abuse his power over me and I don’t bitch at home because he doesn’t do his chores.”
“I…I think I understand,” Veronica says, looking to Harry who is wobbling toward you with a tray full of glasses.
“We showed Harry that” Emma finally says, looking to you “Finn showed him that. We were outdoors so it was his responsibility. And he was looking out for me. I love him for that. And Harry loves you.”
“Excuse me for a moment, please,” is the only thing Veronica says as Harry moves closer.
“Anything else you want to say?” wants Emma to know while Harry puts the tray down and his girlfriend waits beside him all excited. While Veronica hugs Harry and kisses him, you literally fall all over your girlfriend.
Emma tastes so good. Her lips are soft, wet and tremble slightly while you put your tongue in her mouth and search and find hers. Greedily she returns the kiss while the same thing happens next to you. Harry is completely shocked but you can only pay attention to him for a moment before Emma puts her hands over your ears and rubs her nose against yours. Her breasts press against your shirt but your hands don’t go to them but slide down her back, caressing her over her shirt and then sliding to her hips. You pull her even closer to you and she presses her body against yours as you enjoy your closeness. Kissing your elf never gets boring and it’s always a special occasion when you get close to her and feel her childish excitement of feeling you. Of course there are the kisses in the morning and the obligatory ‘love you’ before you part but for this, for this closeness, this is what you live for. There is a beautiful person who has chosen you and wants to prove it to herself, to you, to your friends and to the world. And Emma does it. Her fingers find hold in your hair and your kiss lasts just a little longer than the others’ before you, like Harry and his girlfriend, run out of steam.
“You’re my man Finn Lynchwood,” Emma says, doing this for herself and you, no one else. You kiss her again briefly, stroke her chin, and then dismiss her. Together you look to your friends. Veronica has pushed Harry onto the bench and is now lying half on top of him while she kisses him and whispers things in his ear that make your little brother go crazy. “Did I do my job well?” Emma wants to know from you while presenting a cheeky grin.
“You’ll have to ask Harry, but I think we brought the two of them closer together.”
“And was that the goal?” Emma is smart. She knows you care about other things too. Her protection first and foremost, of course. “Am I safe?” You look at Harry and Veronica who are on their own planet. You nod.
“Maybe I overdid it a little.” Then you look back at your girlfriend. “And you for sure.” You laugh.
“I learned from the best.” Another quick kiss, then she wanders over to the two lovers and nudges them. “Hey you two. Glad to see we could help you, but…”
“Help?” wants Harry to know.
“Forget it and kiss me,” Veronica breathes and lunges at him again, heaving her leg on the bench and holding onto his shirt with her fingers.
“But!” says Emma sternly. “You still have to learn that sex in public can be dangerous.” You hold your fist over your mouth as you see how Harry wants to react to this info. He’s already opening his mouth, looking at you, then closing it again. He doesn’t know what you did with your elf at lunch today.
“I think it’s my turn” you finally say while Veronica straightens her shirt and looks around embarrassed. Harry, trained by you and Emma, is already more familiar with the situation and helps his girlfriend get ready.
“Shit,” you grumble a minute later. It’s all up to Harry now to avert defeat for your team. But he’s busy with his girl and you have a whole other defeat to deal with. “I think the evening is dead” you grumble as you feel Emma behind you. She wraps her arms around your stomach and leans on your body as you enjoy her closeness.
“I’ll admit, we overdid it a bit. Young love.”
“Do you mean us or them?” you want to know with a smirk.
“All of us,” comes the reply. “Anyway, one half of this place is looking at us here, the other at Harry and Veronica.” You look around inconspicuously. Emma is right. It seems you can’t go anywhere without making a scene but you also have to say you enjoy being in the spotlight with Emma. Tonight, though, you’ll have to share the stage.
While the mechanism at the end of the track has not much to do than to put up three cones, Emma presses herself against you and puts her chin on your shoulder. Her hair tickles your ear and her smell is as enchanting as ever, even though she must be using a new shampoo that you don’t know yet. She giggles happily as you move your hands behind you and grasp her butt firmly with them. With your surprisingly light elf on your back, you spin around, your bowling ball forgotten in the lane, and look over at the two lovebirds along with your girl. Harry and Veronica have forgotten the world around them again and are kissing intimately while you watch them with the same grin.
The next half hour is almost surreal as the four of you somehow try to concentrate on the game, but keep getting distracted by your partners. Harry and you exchange a few words while Emma holds your hand, but then your little brother is distracted by his girlfriend bending down conspicuously low to make her throw. Veronica, too, resembles a floater as she sinks the balls into the sidelines again and again, her smile that she throws to Harry brimming with life and joy, though.
“She’s doing a really clever job,” Emma whispers in your ear. Her lips brush gently over your skin and her fingers caress your palms as you let your eyes wander to Harry.
“I hope you mean flirting” you grunt as the red haired girl whoops loudly while Harry helps her throw. She snuggles up to him, petting him like Emma does to you and letting him help her throw. Harry scoring for the opposing team isn’t important to either of you, but you have to admit that it makes you a little sick to your stomach to see the two of them so happy. Until now, your adopted little brother was just that, little and adopted. Now, with the happy Veronica next to him, you have a similar feeling as with Millie at the lake or Megan in the car. You press your lips together, pretty sure you don’t want to sleep with Harry. You actually have to grin at that, and your whip-smart Emma deftly catches your demeanor.
“Not her game, anyway.” She nestles her cheek against you while your eyes are on the other two. “But I can understand why it pisses you off.” You put your arm around your girl.
“You know me well.” Then you kiss her head and smell her shampoo. “In this case, once again, better than I know myself.” Emma lifts her head.
“Does that mean you don’t feel worried Harry could recognize you as useless now that he has a hot, fresh redhead cheerleader-girlfriend?” Emma winks at you with her voice sounding surprised but friendly.
“No of course I don’t,” you say so overtly ironic that Emma has to giggle. “I don’t need my smart girlfriend for that, do I?” The warmth of her body doesn’t bother you at all on this summer evening, even though it’s warm enough in the bowling alley anyway.
“Veronica may be self-sufficient and Harry happy,” Emma says calmly, “but the two of them can’t take on Millie and Megan.” Then she spins around in your embrace, bathes in your amorous gaze, and presses her lips briefly but firmly to yours. “And I could dye my hair red” she says, teasing ever so slightly.
“That’s okay” you laugh and pull her closer to you. That you can talk to her about such topics, even more so in a relationship with so many other girls, is nothing special anymore, but still incredibly important to you and you show the naughty bookworm your gratitude with physical closeness and tender touches. “I’m really happy for her.” But Emma just looks at you from those loyal eyes and you have to moan while Harry hugs his girlfriend. “Yeah okay!” You nudge her in the side and make her hide her face in her hands with joy. “I do think it’s a little stupid that I’m not superior to him anymore.”
“Macho,” Emma grins cheekily and lowers her hands again. She’s not hiding, just doing it out of joy.
“A few weeks ago I was the king with the hot and dirty girlfriend and he was my little pseudo-brother. And now…”
“Veronica is really hot” Emma also thinks. “If I didn’t have a boyfriend I would try to end up with her” she says soberly, as if she had already forgotten about Carrie. This is the kind of behavior you want to support.
“Do you think she would…”
“I had a quick chat with her earlier when you were out getting drinks and Harry was in the bathroom” your girl explains. “I don’t think she’s a lesbian, but she could be open-minded.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I’m a girl. We usually know these things.” Now you’re looking at Emma out of those loyal (but not nearly as pretty) eyes. “Yeah okay, I asked her.” You raise your eyebrows. “Okay, she asked me after I made some hints.”
“About what?”
“About how you decide about me” your girlfriend says neutrally. And now it’s your face that hides behind your hands. “She asked me about the whole ‘master and slave’ thingy and, well, I answered her.”
“Emma…”
“What?” she laughs boisterously as Harry and Veronica slowly conclude. “Don’t tell me you didn’t want her to know the details. And I provider them. She liked it. And then I just asked her if she was happy and she gave him that stupidly loyal look you like about me too.” She shrugs. And then Emma shows you once again what a perfect friend she is to you. “And that’s when I got jealous… a little, anyway. That’s when I might have hinted that you were a hit with the ladies and I’d use every trick I knew to keep you in my bed and between my thighs.”
“Shit Emma,” you gasp. At least that explains the looks the girl gave you.
“Relax honey. It’s not just you men who measure yourselves by your dick length, we women do it too.” She seems almost proud. “And I made sure Veronica knows which one of you is the man.” You can only shake your head and grin.
“And Harry respects that too…” you grumble, “He really is better than me.”
“But you’re the only one I love Finn Lynchwood. Besides, I have to tell you…” But Emma is interrupted as your two friends turn and walk hand in hand toward the bench you’re also sitting on. Just before the two get within earshot, though, or maybe they already are, you whisper something in your elf’s ear.
“Tonight I’m going to fuck you out of your magnificent mind.” Emma just giggles.
“Jealous weirdo,” your girlfriend giggles but her look and her white teeth nibbling at her pink lips tell you exactly what she thinks of your plan. You don’t have to be ashamed that you like other women and Emma has already assured you of that again and again. To hide it now would be the real crime. At least that’s what you tell yourself while watching Veronica. It was the same with Verena and your elf showed you how she deals with rivals, something that reassures you in this situation. After all, you are in a relationship with Emma, your three sisters and their friends. So Veronica isn’t the strangest thing you’ve done lately.
You shake your head and wonder what’s going on inside. Veronica hasn’t shown any interest in you and you like Harry, don’t want to steal his girlfriend. As Emma makes her next throw, you focus on your feelings and realize to your surprise that you really are jealous. You don’t have a reason, but it’s just the male need to show off his conquests. And besides, it’s true that you don’t want to lose your hold on Harry. Unlike with Millie, he’s not fully fixated on you, and he’s not so glued to your lips. Briefly you thank the gods that your little princess is so perfect and supports you, then again images of the admiring glances Harry has thrown at you flicker before your eyes.
Your elf, cheeky as she is today, of course also teases you with the knowledge she has about you. She talks to Veronica about her cheerleading squad, her experiences, and has photos shown to her – and you, of course – and stories told. While you strive to play the big brother, good-natured, supportive and not at all interested in Veronica, Harry is almost bursting with pride. Again, Emma understands you perfectly, having had the same experience with her own brother.
“Finn and I both didn’t think you would develop so quickly after our last meeting,” Emma compliments Harry. Veronica contorts her face at every mention of the meeting and shows herself to be not a very good actress.
“It was quite a lesson, after all.” Harry grins and hugs Veronica who returns the gesture, but not as heartily as her boy.
“I’m sure he was trying to teach you more, and all of a sudden you have such a hot girlfriend.” Veronica gets all red in the face, but smiles while her thoughts are surely still on the last meeting of Harry, your girlfriend and you. And while your own mind is still telling you to pull yourself together and not pout like an offended child who can’t show off all his cool toys, Emma Jackson does the job for you.
With her sweet nature and a lot of humor she tries to emphasize your value for Harry, Veronica and her. Of course she succeeds and Harry is the first to admit he’s lost without you. His carefree nature saves the day and you have no problem admiring him for the ability you also have. It doesn’t take long and under the guidance of your elf you renew the bond of friendship. The result of the bowling evening is soon known, but thanks to Emma, neither of you pays attention to the crushing defeat the girls suffered against Harry (not you) and it feels good to put a hand on your little brother’s shoulder and thank him for dragging you to victory. The bowling alley staff serves you a final round of drinks and you wind down for the evening as the next group waits in the distance to take possession of your lane.
Harry and you are laughing loudly and boisterously, Emma has her arms proudly folded in front of her chest and is looking at you contentedly, only Veronica has put on a somewhat exhausted expression. What has brought you and Harry closer together naturally worries her, and your elf’s open approach to the subject doesn’t make it any better. Your friend exchanges glances with you and you again take on the role of the oldest of the group, standing up and leading the group outside. Harry gives you another proof of the futility of your worries as he lets you walk next to Veronica without a murmur, in return he can also enjoy the company of Emma and you have the privilege of being entrusted with the most difficult task. Now that Veronica knows nothing bad had happened, the only question is why her boyfriend didn’t talk with her about anything. And of course, there is a, surely unhealthy, amount of curiousness.
“So how did you like the evening?” you ask Veronica while trying to sound as normal as possible. The truth is that you are in a pretty crazy situation and actually don’t know exactly what to do. On the one hand there is Emma and you know she is having a great time. You know her, you can judge her and you know how to read her little hints and gestures that she sends unconsciously – and sometimes consciously. Dealing with your elf is easy. Harry is no problem either. Even if it stings you a bit that he came out of his shell so quickly – something that took you years and two wonderful sisters – at least behaviorally he is still the boy you knew. And even if he’s grown up faster than you have, even if he’s followed his heart faster than you have, one look over his shoulder and he gives you a nervous thumbs up while Emma walks beside him. The two of them walk enough distance away to give you and Veronica the space you need. Because the new girl is what everything depends on. That at least is something you know how to handle and it gives you a confidence boost. Of all of you, Veronica had the hardest time getting into the already well-rehearsed group, then you were probably the one with the most hurdles, which does surprise you. But at least you could rely on Emma. Veronica is completely new in this situation and you want to show her that she is not alone in a group of four people with three of them clearly having some kind of bond. For a girl so in love she definitely does a great job not showing her problems and simultaneously dealing with the good things the same people do to her. It’s complicated for her, but now you are here.
“Quite well” she mumbles and swings back and forth between her states of mind. You can sympathize with her too, but before you can say anything back, smoothen the waters, the girl proves her intelligence to you. “Oh crap, I must sound like a crazy person.” She gives you an apologetic look. “I’ve been oscillating between my silly emotions all evening.” You have to strain not to breathe a sigh of relief; that would be immoral.
“Honestly, I feel the same way” you say, almost managing not to make your voice sound too relieved. Still, Veronica looks at you like you’re speaking a different language.
“What?” she asks, blinking. Her eyes sparkle in the evening light of the setting sun. “Are you kidding me?” She uses her dainty language, but acts as open with you as she did earlier. Maybe she’s found a way now. You shake your head at her question.
“Harry really pulled the rug out from under me” you confess, rubbing the back of your head.
“My Harry? That can’t be!” the girl laughs, then a shadow settles over her face. “Or maybe it is… I haven’t been lucky enough to know him that long. Crap. I’ve been too busy with this stupid cheerleader stuff to notice him.” She kicks a pebble on the pavement next to the path you’re walking on.
“Don’t worry so much,” you encourage her, putting a hand on her shoulder as if by itself, and Veronica allows it. “Harry’s a good one, you know that.” Veronica nods her head and you lower your hand again after a few seconds. You don’t want to send the wrong signals, not after you’ve finally warmed up to the girl. Behind you, the laughter of the other two rings out and you hear the punch line of the joke Emma told you earlier as well.
“They get along really well,” the girl next to you says and you frown, not being able to read her voice pitch very well.
“Emma is a sweet girl. Just like you.” Then you get serious. “There’s no danger from her. She likes Harry, yes, but she’s really in love with me.” Now it’s the turn of Veronica o laugh.
“You can see that in the dark, can’t you?” she giggles, and you understand.
“You don’t have to worry about me either.” Veronica looks at you.
“I know.” Then you both turn your heads and look at the couple behind you. The two of them are enjoying the evening while you and Veronica are just now getting together, on the way to the car.
“So what is it then?” She says nothing for a few seconds, then finds her words.
“You’re good when it comes to helping someone. That’s what Harry told me.” She needs a bit more but you wait patiently. “I’m ashamed that he needs help because of me. I’m ashamed that I have thoughts like that when he’s with other girls.” Then she laughs ashamedly. “And when he’s with someone like you.” You can only laugh at that, but rather pull yourself together and scratch the back of your head.
“I haven’t been with Emma that long either, and I can tell you I’ve screwed up so much with her, you wouldn’t believe me. But look at her. I really don’t want to brag, but this girl is in love with me. You can tell by the look in her eye. And that’s the same look Harry gives you. We men see that.” Veronica rolls her eyes at your jabs, but the way she turns to her boyfriend tells you everything.
“He didn’t tell me about your meeting” she then enlightens you with the obvious but complex problem of dealing with Harry and Emma, but has a slight smile on her lips as she thinks about their love. “The way I’ve acted towards him in the past… I can understand him not telling me everything. That’s okay, too. You don’t have to know everything about each other.” Oh screw it, you think to yourself. This girl deserves the truth. But how do I explain it to her?
“Listen,” you begin tentatively, and Veronica looks at you. “This isn’t just about you and him, okay? He wants to protect Emma, too. He likes her, they get along well.” Another look over her shoulder, Emma has Harry in a headlock but he’s not really fighting back. Loud laughter can be heard.
“He’s trying to protect Emma?” That should be enough to confirm her suspicions. “And you, too?” You snort.
“I hope not.” Your voice lowers. “It was me who brought those two together. I wanted to do something good for Emma, didn’t know about you. It was before you.”
“So the two of them did have…” Veronica breaks off, her voice almost a whisper, but she doesn’t seem slain or even sad. There’s more of a kind of relief on in her look. But you shake your head. She already knows there wasn’t sex but it shames you to have let her wait for so long not proofing the far worst fear.
“Not even that. And there’s no question of love, I assure you. From my girl’s point of view, but also from his. It was…” You shrug. “It was just necessary. For her and for him.” Veronica takes quite a while, says nothing, looks at the floor. You worry, but then everything becomes okay.
“It was necessary?” Her mouth opens, closes, opens again. Then she looks at you. “I knew he was already in love with me for a while, but was too stupid to understand how important it was to me. He asked me all of a sudden.” Her words shed new light on her world and the info she’s already given you today. “At first I didn’t understand. Why now? But…” Her gaze hits you and you get a chill. You know the look, only a girl can look like that. “It was you guys, wasn’t it? You and Emma?” Then a smile and a bond is forged. Trust. “You made him save me.” And you do what a big brother does for his little brother.
“He made the decision all by himself.” Satisfied with yourself, you see the effect of your words. Now the evening is saved, so close to the end.
“Hey honey,” Harry lets himself be heard from behind you. He sees that you’re done talking and pulls Emma up beside him towards you. “I miss you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” nags Emma playfully. “Aren’t I enough for you anymore?” But before Harry can apologize for his clumsiness, you feel Veronica and her dainty but firm grip on your arms. With feminine force she spins you around and your eyes grow wide as her body presses against you. Her smell is different, her touch unfamiliar. You’ve never embraced someone so intimately who didn’t belong to you. But Veronica presses her body against you, wrapping her arms around you and nestling her face into your chest. Harry and Emma stop in their tracks. Your elf looks at you and smiles. Nothing can happen to shake her faith in you in the slightest. And relieved, you realize that Harry seems more amazed than struck.
“Thank you,” you hear the voice whisper against your chest. “Thank you, Finn.” And there it is again, the feeling you already know so well. Pride. The pride of having done something good for someone you care about. You lift your arm and stroke the smaller girl’s soft back softly.
“No problem Veronica. I’d love to.” A soft sniffle is heard and when Harry hears it he looks at you urgently. You nod at him and he moves towards you while you release his girlfriend from your arms. “Go to your friend.” Her face is flushed and her eyes wet. You know it from Emma, and you’re also familiar with the slightly wobbly step, the half-lifted arms, and the jittery nose. The lovers are in each other’s arms and you can join your Emma. Her smell is familiar to you, her warmth too. Only her hands on your bottom are something new. “What’s that?” you ask quietly as Harry cradles his girl in his arms.
“Your little brother is getting me all hot” Emma giggles and then squeals as your hands also land on her butt, different from her but with a loud clap. “Okay okay, sorry” laughs your elf, breaking away from you, standing on her tiptoes and kissing you on the mouth. She then looks to the other two. “You worked your magic didn’t you?”
“No, no magic,” you say, “just two fools who can’t believe they’re so lucky.”
“We’re all fools,” your elf says, hanging on to you as you look at the two of them. “Harry told me how grateful he is to us and I meant we owe it all to you. After all, it was you who let him get to us. The one who unleashed me.” Then she puts her hand on your cheek, turns your head to her and kisses you again. “And it is you who will keep me under control today. Who will always control me. Because, that’s what makes me horny. And I will do anything to be horny wet and ready for you.” Emma beams with pride and happiness and so many other good emotions. And as Harry and Veronica separate and come over to you, you lift your Emma up, she wraps her legs around you, your hands go under her butt, and you stick your tongues in each other’s mouths like you’re trying to smother each other.
The evening is good and you are glad you saved it for you and Veronica. You drop your girl off and as a group you walk the last few feet to your cars. When she’s not cuddling Harry, Veronica gives you grateful looks, and when he’s not cuddling Veronica, Harry does the same. Emma, meanwhile, is busily typing away on her cell phone, but you can’t focus on her because the other two lovers seem to have come to the conclusion that they want to thank you for their happiness. You take it like a man, or rather like Caesar when he entered Rome victorious. If Emma were not busy typing, she would surely be your proud slave holding the laurel wreath over your head. You are mortal. You are mortal. What the slave said to the ruler applies to you too, especially when Harry addresses you.
“We are so grateful to you for bringing us together Finn. Honestly. I would never have dared to do this without you.” And your little brother looks really great with his girlfriend on his arm smiling at you gratefully too. You are mortal. You are mortal.
“Harry buddy, let me tell you, it’s me who could be jealous of you.” At least you said ‘could’. “Do you even know how long it took me to get Emma? You’re faster than me.”
“Are you jealous?” Veronica wants to know snappishly, pressing a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek and her eyes twinkling at you.
“You bet I am, dear,” you laugh, “with someone like you?” Better watch out before you ruin the situation again. Veronica isn’t one of the girls who would fit into your harem. She already has a boyfriend. Distractedly, you reach through and stretch your back. The sky is already dark blue. “Well,” you say, wincing at her giggles. “The evening was really nice but now we should…”
“Oh please” Veronica begs and Harry also smiles encouragingly. This is new for you. Don’t they want us to go? Aren’t they horny for each other? You know for sure that you are horny for Emma. After this evening, you can’t wait to dive between her legs and….
“Yeah, come on.” Never mind… Apparently Emma doesn’t want the evening to end yet either. She puts her phone down and stands next to the couple. “We’re having so much fun right now.”
“You’re playing with your phone and Harry and Veronica can’t keep their hands off each other,” you say. Come on honey, says your look, at least you hope so. I’m in the mood for you.
“Then let’s do something where I can’t get to my boyfriend” Veronica suggests. The weapons of a woman. A man is powerless against them. At least you are, you know that. And when Emma gives you a puppy look, you can’t help it.
“What else are we going to do?” you ask, already calculating in your head how much money tonight will cost you.
“But really just one round” you grumble as the girls pull you by your hands through the bar’s entryway.
While you hang up their clothes and they disappear into the room with Harry, you can take a closer look around. The interior of the bar is bright and friendly, and the ceiling lamps are already dimmed for the evening, making you think that the four of you are exactly the right clientele for the evening here. Romantic mood should arise here and the music that plays in the background is not too loud to disturb a conversation and not too quiet to let a good mood arise. You even recognize the track that is playing at the moment and click your tongue as you fall for the old trick. Or maybe it’s Emma and Veronica and their happy faces that make you comply.
After stowing the clothes of Emma away and rescuing her keys from her pocket, you make your way to the table where the other three are already sitting. Your girlfriend thanks you and puts the key in her purse, which she puts on the bench between you. You like these small gestures as the prove that you take care of her and she didn’t need to think about certain things. It’s the way you want to go with your girl and if she is supposed to fall in your arm at night, you neet to make it possible in the evening. Harry and Veronica are sitting on two chairs facing you, the girl is already eagerly browsing the menu while Harry follows your movements and immediately implements them on his girl.
“Thanks honey” laughs Veronica and Harry looks at you proudly.
“So?” wants to know Emma and pushes the menu over to you while Harry does the same with his girl. “Good idea to come here?” Her eyes sparkle at you. “I know you’re hot for me but I figured…” Your hand touches her thigh under the table and Emma winces in pleasure.
“It’s alright my little mouse” you whisper without taking your eyes off the food on the sheet in front of you. Emma shudders under your touch while your hand wanders over the denim of her pants, between her thighs heat flows towards you and the inkling of wetness. “You can be as naughty as you like, I think it’s hot. it isn’t just me who gets hot, apparently.” Your fingers press against her crotch, where her opening is, and you feel her thighs squeeze slightly around your hand. “It’s been a demanding day, and not just for me.” You grin cheekily. “At least in that respect.” Then you start rubbing. “And I’m letting you get away with it today because you’ve been such a good girl.” Then you feel Emma, her lips against your ear.
“For you, I’m always a good girl honey.” Then her fingers are on your thigh, with your girlfriend being so nice/so mean not to go any further. “Thank you for being there.” Those words do make you look up from the card. Emma has that look again. Now if you ordered her to squat on the table and finger herself to orgasm for all to see, she would. And more. But she’s strong, clinging to you as you stroke the warm fabric and look at you.
And Harry looks at you as well. While Veronica is still busily leafing through the bar menu, Harry stares at you, his mouth slightly open and his mind fully on your last encounter in the swimming pool. His eyes follow the almost unseeable movements of your arm and wander down, straining, but failing to peer through the tabletop. As Emma leans against you, sighing softly, still in her own wonderful world, you look to Harry and wink. Yes, they know about our relationship. Slave and all.
“Ha…” Emma gasps as you rub faster and squeeze harder, and his eyes widen. He looks first at you, then at Emma. He gets lost in her little movements, the twitch of her muscles, the squeezed eyes and her lips. I know buddy… I know… You even speed up a little but Harry looks back at you. He pulls his lips in and you nod, giving him permission. Immediately his eyes are back on Emma while you watch Veronica. You don’t want her to think she’s being left out, but for you and Harry it’s also a kind of deal, a contract that includes the past but also the future. He knows that Emma is your girlfriend. Just look, don’t touch. And in return you trust him to be for Veronica what Emma sees in you. Maybe she has a bunch of sisters for him… But the look Harry gives Emma is not greedy or shocked or even in love. He gratefully looks at the girl who has made him so happy and you step into the background without any problems and concentrate on reminding Emma that you are not the only one who longs for togetherness.
Your girl next to you only snaps out of her trance when she lets out a genuine moan, looking around startled. Harry quickly leans back while Veronica seems oblivious to the play going on next to her. Your movements slow down as Emma awakens but you don’t stop. You concentrate on slowly bringing her down from her high while your elf fixes Harry with her glazed gaze. When she realizes that he has been watching her wander through the kingdom of heaven, she instinctively snuggles closer to you, giggling softly and covering her face with her ponytail as she lightly but firmly bites your shoulder. She knows exactly what you did to her and it doesn’t bother her a bit to be watched. While you lean back proudly and contentedly, the hand of Harry moves under the table. Emma clings to your shoulder, wanting to be close to you, and as you put your arm around her, you shake your head slightly. Harry leaves his hand up and looks to Veronica, then back to you.
“Sorry,” you just say, meaning it. But you know the look Harry gave his girlfriend. It’s taken you years of practice and hundreds of bad nights of regret to fight down that look, and you want to spare your little brother from having to go through that tough school too just to have some fun at a bar’s dining room table. And Harry understands.
“What are you sorry for?” Veronica then asks, lowering her menu. Immediately, Harry is on the spot.
“Finn said he wanted to invite us tonight, but I told him it was on my hat,” he says, only then realizing two things. First, the evening will be expensive with four people and second, he just challenged you. Little dog! You can be glad that I only have enough money to pay for the gas to get home. Still… You don’t really mean it, of course, but Harry actually flinches a bit when you lean over the table. His eyes could only get bigger if Emma started stripping here and now as you speak.
“Don’t think you can be a big man about this, buddy,” you grumble menacingly. “Let’s settle this like men.” Then your expression brightens as your elbow crashes onto the table and you hold out your arm to the lanky boy. Harry just looks at you speechlessly, swallows hard, looks at Veronica who can barely suppress her giggle, then back at you. Finally, he surrenders to his fate.
“Just don’t rip my arm off… please…” he mutters, getting into position. The kid still needs to learn about confidence, you think to yourself, then again, it’s like the 1991 Gulf War. Harry doesn’t stand a chance against you. And yet he’s competing against me. That’s it, kid.
“Winner pays for the evening.” You smile, confident of victory, ignoring the burning hole in your wallet.
“Come on Harry!” cheers Veronica at her friend, tossing back her red hair. “Show him!” Then she bends over and throws a full load of air kisses at you. Befuddled, you look at her as Harry receives your paw.
“Nasty beast,” you grin, “The distraction works, though.” You wink at her so as not to rattle her, after all, you’re about to throw her beloved boyfriend across the table. But the redheaded beauty doesn’t want to hear about that. She straightens up, pulls her blouse straight and unbuttons the top two buttons. Harry doesn’t see it, only you and Emma can and your jaws drop.
“That’s exactly what it looks like…honey” Veronica winks back. Then you feel Harry grip your hand stronger and are actually so shocked by the trick of the girl who must have found new strength and self-confidence that evening, that Harry almost manages to push your arm down. But only almost. Three inches over of the tabletop, you grab him so hard that Harry contorts his face, and moves his arm steadily in the other direction. Finally, the lanky boy even has to stand up and hold onto the tabletop with his other arm while Veronica cheers him on so loudly and happily that a few heads in the restaurant turn to look at you.
“Not bad,” you growl, a little strained, but only a little. “Your girl should be proud of you.”
“Harry! Harry! Harry!” Your eyes meet across your fists. Your little brother knows exactly he’s going to lose, but he doesn’t care. He’s enjoying the evening, you see joy in his gaze, behind the effort and pain. He fights bravely and courageously, not to win but for the moment. He fights for his girl and she loves him for it. Am I the bad guy here? It worries you a little but not so much to fight down your ego.
For Harry, it’s a good night. For you, your impending victory may mean new debts, a maxed credit card and an awkward conversation with your father, but you have to show yourself and Emma that you’ll fight for each other. Harry got his girlfriend smoothly and without any big problems and you begrudge him this happiness. You and Emma have already made it through your first hardcore night of slavery, then Josh and now, with hardships and suffering, Carrie. You have to show her and yourself that you will fight for Emma, endure suffering, accept losses. All so Emma knows that you…
“Holy shit!” cries Veronica loudly as Emma leans in to you, yanking your free hand off the table, knocking you off balance and pressing against you. It’s your eyes that grow wide, your gaze that shifts from Harry to Emma. Then it’s darkness as she presses her body against you, your face between her round and soft breasts while her surprisingly strong arms guide your hand under her blouse. You feel the fabric of her shirt against the back of your hand and her bra against your fingers. Then the fabric moves up and you feel soft skin, then her nipple, not quite aroused but on its way. Instinctively you reach out, feeling her in your hand while her lips glide over your cheeks, then your neck. You feel your hand bounce on the table, but you don’t care. Emma takes your world for herself, the music stops and the blackness in front of your eyes becomes colorful and warm as her tongue gently runs over your skin.
Then the sounds return, slow but steady as your girlfriend pulls away from you. The smell and warmth of Emma stay with you and her hand rests on your head as you struggle to sit up. Only then do you notice the dull, throbbing pain in your arm.
“Damn,” you growl and look around. The first thing you see are the looks of the other guests. Some are angry, some are gawking, some are giggling, but most turn away quickly as it becomes clear that nothing else is going to happen. Then there’s Veronica, red in the face like the starboard light of an airplane, Harry switching his stares between you and your lowered hands. And then there’s Emma. You can’t read her expression. “Guess I lost,” you mutter, pulling your hand back. Your shoulder hurts too as you wipe your palms dry on your pants.
“We all have won” Emma says dryly without taking her eyes off you for a second. Your eyes meet and you understand. You don’t have to prove yourself to me, you hear her say in your head. You don’t have to win. I’m all yours, no matter what.
But I have to show you that I deserve you. But Emma shakes her head, very slightly, unnoticeable.
No, you don’t. I know who I belong to. And you’ve already done more for me than I could ever have dreamed. You nod.
“But we’ll pay” Veronica beams and hugs Harry, pressing their cheeks together. Harry doesn’t understand yet but you look to Veronica. ‘We’ she said. The two of them belong together, too.
“Okay,” you nod and wiggle your head. “You win.” With a pacifying smile you hold out your hand to Harry but he just shakes his head.
“Sorry Finn but I’m eating with my left hand today. These” he raises his other hand “I can’t use today.” You laugh with him and Harry thanks Emma but then Veronica takes him back.
“Too bad” she grins cheekily. “I was hoping you’d use that hand today.”
“Well, someone’s definitely won,” Emma laughs, leaving open whether she’s talking about Veronica or her boy.
Finally, a waitress comes to your table.
“Try not to get kicked out of the bar before we can serve you” she admonishes you sternly but with a hint of a smile.
“Sorry,” Emma says. “But I had to teach my buddy here a lesson.” Did Emma say ‘buddy’? The waitress looks at you. She is pretty. Long brown hair braided into a long ponytail. She stands tall and her light blue blouse matches her black skirt well.
“And what lesson would that be?” the uniformed girl wants to know, looking to you.
“That while he can have any woman, we are welcome to be asked out” Emma grins cheekily while every muscle in your body tenses at the same time.
“Good to know” smirks the pretty girl, but then turns to Harry, “So I get my tip from you today?”
“From us” says Veronica who doesn’t seem quite as open to the idea of sharing her partner.
“All right” nods the waitress and takes your orders. As drivers, you and Harry abstain from alcohol but where Harry brings a comment about driving responsibly Emma is your faithful wingwoman.
“I can’t have my Finn drink today. I need him sober and in full control of all his body parts.” The waitress understands and smirks. She turns to leave, but throws you another smile all her own over her shoulder.
“She’s pretty,” Emma snickers as the other three stare at her. “What?” Then she snuggles up to you by rubbing her cheek up your body and arm to your shoulder. “It’s not like I don’t know that my Finn deserves every cunt in here.” Blinking, you sip on your Coke and pretend you didn’t hear that last one. “His sister would give me hell for that.” You splutter into your black drink and set your glass down, coughing.
“Emma!” you gasp, befuddled.
“Sorry honey.” Your girlfriend hugs you tightly, then turns to the others. “His sister is his everything,” she explains with a cheeky grin. “It took her a while to accept me.” Questioningly you look at Emma and think about which sister she is talking about, not that it would make a difference, your heart almost explodes. You didn’t want to reveal this secret in front of Harry and Veronica today. “But now she knows I won’t take him away from her. And I’m not jealous of girls who are into my Finn.” You want to say something but Emma is faster, turning to Veronica and speaking with sparkling eyes. “She’s cute. You’d like her.”
“Bitch,” Veronica giggles and Emma just laughs in response, both seemingly at ease with their guys, in this case, your very special world. You and Harry exchange sneaky glances. What have we gotten ourselves into?
It turns out you guys have gotten yourselves into a pretty damn cool evening. After you get over your shock, you see Harry beaming with happiness. Veronica is laughing, thawed out and exuberant and Emma paws at you very rarely, between your legs or on your thigh. You gladly return a kiss on the cheek, whispered words, a quiet inside joke or even the exuberant celebration of the situation. But when her hands start to wander, you pull yourself together, enjoy her touches, which are openly acknowledged by the other two, but you don’t return them, which first makes Emma pout, but then she understands and changes the subject. You take it with relief, but also notice that your elf is fiddling with her cell phone interestingly often. You can understand her, you are also horny to the brink of extinction and it is sometimes even difficult to pay attention to the conversation.
So it takes two attempts until Emma gets your attention. But when she has it, you immediately notice that something has changed. Before you can react she holds her cellphone under your nose and you can read the message.
“Megan needs our help,” Emma explains to the others as you scan the text. Your sister has never written like this before, choppy, slurred. She could always trust you and talked about her problems in great detail. Even worse, with her it never got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore in a situation. And even more strange is that she wrote to Emma. Puzzled, you look at your phone, no new messages.
“What happened?” you ask yourself, Emma, the gods and especially Megan, but only Emma answers.
“Didn’t want to say.” Then she sees your deeply concerned expression. “But she’s almost here.”
“What?” You don’t understand, then raise your phone. The message was written an hour ago. You zoom down as it progresses, and sure enough, Emma has given your sister the address of the bar you’re sitting in. “Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, perplexed. Harry and Veronica watch you in silence as Emma leans over and touches your hand.
“Because Megan knows she can count on you Finn. I told her to come here and you will handle it.” Her voice is firm and clear but her touch is gentle. “So don’t worry about it. Megan will come and you’ll see.”
You can’t argue with Emma and just nod. Still, for the next fifteen minutes your mind races in circles like a never-ending stock car race. While your friend struggles to keep the mood up, you finish your Coke and order another. You finish that one, too.
“Maybe I should go meet her,” you mutter, but Emma shakes her head. You exhale a long, tortured breath, but she’s right. Then you look to the others. “Sorry to ruin your evening” you grin apologetically.
“You’re not,” says Harry, and Veronica nods.
“If you take as good care of your sister as you with do Emma then she should definitely come here.”
“You might as well go home,” you say, grimacing at the sound of it. Again you just shake your head and before Emma can say anything Veronica continues.
“Nonsense.” She struggles a bit with herself, but then manages. “You helped me and my friend so much today.” She takes Harry by the hand. “Maybe we can give something back to you. After all, you cheered me up too.” You smile weakly but it’s Emma who jumps at the idea.
“Right,” she says encouragingly. “You know how good you are with words and Megan will definitely enjoy being around people.
“I don’t even know what’s wrong with her” you mutter and Emma grips your hand tighter. You look to her and then follow her gaze.
“She’ll tell us in a few seconds” she says softly.
And there’s Megan. You recognize her immediately. Your gaze is already trained on her and she emerges from the crowd of passersby behind the window of the bar like an ominous shade. Your heart grows heavy as you see her facial expression and posture. Your little sister is slumped over, her arms crossed in front of her chest and her eyes turned to the ground. Immediately you feel reminded of the evening on the playground and under the eyes of the others at the table your body switches to autopilot. Quickly and deftly you rise. Megan sees the movement in the corner of her eyes through the big windows, turns to you, sees the others as well, and her face contorts into a pained grimace. Your steps quicken too. You hurry out of the bar as Megan heads for the door. You don’t quite make it out and open the door for her, and she’s already falling into your arms. Ignoring the people surrounding you, you lift your sister into your arms, hug her to you, and carry her a few steps into the room, away from the closing door.
“My God Megan,” you whisper in her ear, close to her. “I’m here.” Your fingers slide over the fabric of her denim jacket with a red shirt peeking out from underneath and… You can’t respond, have to take care of her, but your sister hates skirts. And yet she’s wearing a new red dotted skirt made of white fabric that reaches her thighs and brushes over your pants. Her sneakers are almost shiny and you can only wonder where she got the outfit from and what must have happened that she doesn’t care to present herself in front of you in it. “What happened?” you want to know and rub her shoulders assuringly. Quickly your eyes race over her outfit before they wander back to her beautiful face. Of course you asked but as gorgeous as your sister looks today you are deeply sorry not to be able to peel her out of her clothes. When Megan puts on skirts and dresses it’s for a reason and since she’s showing herself off to you you fear the worst.
And indeed, your wombat looks over your shoulder at the table where Emma and the others are sitting, then back at you. Her face contorts and you rush forward to hug her while a somewhat embarrassed guest pushes past you without saying anything. You don’t notice him, focusing only on your girl and her pain. You feel her skin against your cheek as she lifts her head. Your arms lift her up a few inches so she can rest her chin comfortably on your shoulder. Her arms press into your back and you feel her heart against your chest. Her heartbeat… You freeze. Her heartbeat is steady, not paniced.
“Play along.”
“What?” You blink. Somehow the world doesn’t make sense. “What?”
“Play along.” Megan buries her face in your shoulder… and giggles softly.
“Megan what is…what…” Her cheek brushes your chest as she hides from everyone’s gaze in your shadow, looking at you out of bright eyes. You can barely breathe.
“Emma had the idea. Play along. It’s for her.” Her eyes sparkle, this time with excitement. “And you can punish us both when we get back home.” She winks at you, grins, and then… “My boyfriend left me!” Megan begins to sob. Her shoulders shrug. She’s doing a really good job. And your world unravels and rearranges itself. “He… He… left me… Just like tha-ha-hat…”
“What…” But Megan presses herself against you again in the entryway and you can’t help it, reacting out of trained reflex and hugging her to your chest.
“C-Can I-hi stay with you-hu?” Your wombat even trembles a little even though she’s not really crying. Still, your heart aches.
“O-Of c-course…” you murmur, and Megan smiles. Then her fingers close around your hand.
As if in a trance, you lead your sister to the table. Your thoughts chase each other like fighter jets at the Red Flag maneuver in the Mojave Desert while your brain shreds itself on the short walk to the table as a Sidewinder would do with a MiG. But Megan seems content, even as you drag her behind you and she sobs from time to time.
“Oh honey,” Emma says, standing up and hugging your sister tightly. She’s so damn convincing. In disbelief, you stand by as Megan presses herself against your girlfriend, cradling herself in her arms. Your elf gives you a look over the girl’s shoulder that you understand, but still confuses you. On the positive side, you can play the surprised brother without any problems while Emma separates from Megan and tenderly strokes her arms with her hands. Then she turns to Veronica and her friend.
“This is Megan. She’s his little sister.” The way your wombat raises her arm and waves shyly at the two of them reminds you strongly of Millie or Claire, not the snotty sister you know but something different but still arguably familiar. It’s as if Millie and Megan have merged.
“Sorry to ruin your evening,” she says, looking down. And you put your arm over her shoulder. Some things stay the same, even if you don’t know what’s being played here, and Megan visibly relaxes under your touch while Emma puts on her caring loving look.
“It’s no big deal,” Veronica says, leaning across the table. Smiling kindly, she shakes your sister’s hand while Harry pulls up a chair from the next table.
“Thank you.” Megan almost whispers but Emma, pretend or not, is completely in character.
“Out of the question dear. You sit next to your brother.” And Megan smiles that smile you can’t resist. And she gives you that dreamy look that makes you feel like an honorable warrior. The confusion is almost forgotten as you settle down on the bench and your little sister slides in next to you. You feel her hip against yours, the light fabric of her shirt and the familiar perfume. Everything is normal, except that nothing is normal.
“And then he said I didn’t love him and didn’t deserve him.” It took Megan almost half an hour to tell her story. Half an hour of you sitting next to her, holding her hand, comforting her, being there for her. It’s not really your little middle sister sitting next to you but another girl. Or maybe she is the same, just a little different. In any case, she’s telling a story you know distantly. Her boyfriend is there, they argue, the mutual misunderstanding. But the story is also so different that you follow it eagerly but stunned. And while you still wonder, almost in a panic, what’s going on, while Emma hugs your sister, cheers her on and encourages her as you do, while Harry and Veronica do their part, Megan continues to soften up for them. She transforms from a shy girl to something else that reminds you distantly of a mix between Karen, Denise, and the newly minted Emma with still strong ties to Millie. Megan truly is good at this. But what is it that she is playing?
“Why did all this happen?” you ask yourself and Megan two questions at once. And finally you get your answer.
“He said I didn’t really love him anyway.” Your wombat paints circles of water on the table with her fingers that bead off her glass. When she parties, your sister sometimes drinks, but today she’s like Millie and doesn’t dream of drinking when you’re sitting next to her. That’s new.
But the look she gives you when you ask her answers everything. It’s a quick, shy look, almost embarrassed and from lowered eyes, not moving her head while a fleeting smile wanders across her lips. You immediately realize what is being played here and so does everyone at the table. Your little sister is in love with you. Really, undyingly, childishly naively in love.
“Oh…” goes Veronica and Harry leans back a little and looks worriedly at Emma. Her eyes rest on your little sister, and her eyes in turn are fixed on her glass. And she smiles.
It’s hard, really hard, not to grin as well, to look to Emma or Megan, or to give yourself away in some other way. It was Emma, Megan said, her idea. Emma is smart. My God that girl… With one phone call she allowed Megan to speak the truth, in front of witnesses, in front of you, God and the world. She allowed you to be superior to Harry after he so easily sidelined you with his innocent masterpiece of seducing Veronica. And she has allowed herself to step out of her world and take the place that Carrie otherwise occupied. Emma is a master strategist. She has you all fooled. At least she has to fight not to smirk just like I do.
“Megan…” is all you say. Some things are simple and normal. You take your little sister in your arms like a big brother does. And she snuggles up to you, first like a little sister, then like a girl in love does. And everyone sees it.
“What am I supposed to do now?” she sobs, and your heart actually aches even though you now know what this is all about. Your head wants to shout out an answer right away. Of course you know what the goal is and it’s hardly different from your current life. Emma must have planned it exactly. If Harry can pull it off without much trouble, tears, a Josh, or strict parents to get a girl as hot as Veronica, then you deserve two girlfriends. Your nose presses flat against your wombat’s shoulder, so no one sees your grin as the only question left is whether it was Megan or Emma who suggested Megan stay your sister in this play, worthy of a Spacey. She could have been anything from Karen to Claire. The thought forms that it is your job to make the girls and Harry understand that it is you again who holds the reins. But it’s not your night and your eyes dart to Emma to express your admiration. No. Emma Jackson has orchestrated it all, and she’s guiding you through this evening from now on.
Then a hand slams down on the table.
“You have a drink first.” Veronica beams and Harry almost let his fall to the ground as he looks to his girlfriend. “What?” the red-haired girl enthuses. “Just look at her. If anyone needs their liquor, it’s her.” Then she blinks and turns to you. “So… of course, if Finn is okay with it.”
Emma is really good. Not just her, Megan and you have been led by her. Under her plan, Veronica approaches Harry and his behavior towards you. And Harry wants to say something first, glances at you and Megan, wondering for sure if Veronica might not have noticed, but then proves he’s a good man and trusts his girlfriend. You nod over your sister’s shoulder, grabbing her by the arms and getting her to look at you.
“What do you say?” A real tear runs down her cheek and you wipe it away with your thumb. Fuck it feels good to be able to do that in public. Emma you genius genius! You Eisenhower, you Patton, you Churchill. And Megan nods.
“But just something really weak” she mumbles like Millie and strokes your leg under the table lustfully like Karen. Now you have to grin.
The conversation continues after the waitress brings the next round and gives you a cursory glance. Not today my beauty, you think, but note the young woman’s location and appearance. It’s not your fault, you are living two lives right now. And both of them revolve around a harem. No one at the table resents your looks, which fluctuate between greed, love, and confusion.
Emma has taken the lead and, as in real life, feels surprisingly comfortable in her place at the head of the table, away from and yet close to you. Just as Megan feels like a queen at your side. Veronica and her friend look at each other in amusement as Emma leads your group through the evening and you try to figure out which leg under the table is just stroking yours. Veronica? Come on…
“I must confess, I’m not surprised” Harry says, sipping his apple juice which at least looks like a cocktail, unlike your Coke. “Emma, don’t take offense, but it was clear that you were a girl who… how should I put it…”
“I know my owner needs several women in his life” she interrupts him charmingly and calmly. “And everyone has seen that his sister fancies him.” She leans over to Megan who blushes so deftly you can only shake your head. “Good thing it’s finally out, huh?” Megan nods her head and clutches your arm under the stares of the others.
“It’s been so hard. All this time. And I didn’t want you to be mad at me Emma. You’re like a big sister to me after all.” You splurge into your Coke and wet sugar water beads off your face as the ball switches teams again.
“Anyway, it seems only logical, considering what it must be like to live with someone like Finn” Veronica says. She needs some time to get used to the situation, you see, but she’s a girl and surely just wants to stand by her ‘sisters in spirit’. And besides, she has enough to do with Harry to find out what it is about him and us, you know, and know full well that this subject will be settled today as well.
“Right,” Harry growls, looking at you with a look that’s meant to seem buddy-like, but is brimming with admiration. And envy. You’ve won.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Veronica nudges her friend in the side. “Aren’t I’m not enough for you anymore?” She grins cheekily and it’s a good sign she’s enjoying herself.
“Come on honey,” her boy retorts. “You’re my only love, you know that.”
“Don’t say it” you grin as Megan rests her head on your shoulder, knowing what comes next.
“But that guy there is fucking his little sister and has a hot girlfriend! And they’re both cool with it!” He has to pull himself together to keep from screaming out loud. You know how he feels. And his girl doesn’t seem quite as hit as you might think.
Maybe it’s the alcohol or your conversation with her. Or maybe it’s Emma and her uncanny witchy abilities. Or maybe it’s something you’re not even thinking about, no matter how horny you are right now for a wet, tight, willing cunt. In any case, Veronica is on your side and the magic that holds your real harem together is working here too. And Emma is still there too.
“In any case, we have a lot of work ahead of us, don’t we honey?” She leans toward you, turns your head around, and kisses you intimately but tenderly on the lips. Then she turns to the others. “It’s not all sex and fun you know. Finn and I have a history together. I owe everything to him. That’s why I don’t deny him anything. Not even his little sister.” Megan hides her face in your shoulder in love.
“It’s good to know” Veronica says honestly, grabbing the last olive from the dessert plate “that you guys are handling this like adults.”
“They’re the adults here,” Megan says kindly. “I’m just glad they accept me. I’ve always loved you brother.” A fleeting peck on your cheek and a bright giggle as she was doing it for the first time. The two of them are playing pretty darn well and the other couple has already been spun in too far by them to be a threat. You proudly note that your influence on Harry is so strong that the boy won’t think of tattling on you, and Veronica, though the one with the least experience with you, already owes a lot to you and more to Emma. With a look that is not clear, she turns to your friend.
“I know what it’s like when you don’t know exactly where you stand with each other.” Now you realize the seriousness of her words and Harry also knows that he is meant. But Veronica doesn’t need a man to give expression to her words. “It made me all foxy that you were always talking about the two of them, darling,” she says, but she doesn’t sound accusing. Harry doesn’t take it that way either, but still looks down at the ground. “And now that I see who you’ve been seeing… well… it’s kind of hard.” Harry opens his mouth, but can’t get a sound out. But it’s Emma who moves to the front.
“We trust you Veronica,” she says, looking to you and Megan. “Megan is not good at hiding her feelings and I wouldn’t have asked her here if you didn’t have our trust.”
“I just love him so much” whispers your wombat, pouting playfully…or not, you don’t know, she’s that good at her game. The two others look at each other.
“There’s no danger from us” Harry says. “Finn could tear me a new one and…” He looks to his sweetheart. “I owe him a lot.” The gesture is returned.
“Me too,” says Veronica. “No danger from us.”
“Veronica darling then what do you say we tell you the story of how your friend managed to conquer you?”
You see different emotions on the redhead’s beautiful face while Emma does the talking and you take care of your little sister. Along with Megan by your side acting much younger and more innocent than you would have expected, you listen to your elf along with the others and while the story is continuing, Megan is accepted in your world. ‘Master’ isn’t the craziest thing here now eh? My God Emma. If in trouble, always count on fucking your younger sisters. Veronica blushes as Emma tells her about her relationship with you.
“How is it so easy to do everything your boyfriend tells you?” she wants to know. Harry just drinks his apple juice and pretends it’s not the most erotic thing his girlfriend has ever said while you feel the same way.
“It’s heavenly. I can focus entirely on just taking care of Finn and his needs.” She winks at you and Megan. “He needs that, too, with all he has on his plate.” Then she looks back at the other girl. “It’s not about losing something but getting something. Finn gets his responsibilities and I get the opportunity to experience only beautiful things in life. And besides, it’s hot as hell when he asks you to do things you normally would never do.”
“Like what?” pipes Megan up curiously, and you hold her tighter while she looks around curiously as if she hadn’t your dick in her tight asshole or your sperm in her lovely face not long ago.
“Like having sex in front of a stranger” Emma explains and you look at her like you looked at Denise when she tried to corrupt Millie. But unlike your cute kitten, your elf just blinks and switches her eyes back to Veronica.
“Those two did it before me” Harry says and finally his girlfriend gets her answer. “I was just along for the ride and… had my fun.”
“Honey…” the two hug for a long time.
“Finn would never share me” Emma says proudly and in love. “I’m all his. But he thought he could do something good for Harry and me.”
“A little confidence never hurt anyone” you opine, patting your little sister’s belly over her shirt.
The evening progresses with quick steps and you have to interrupt your conversation briefly as Emma orders the next round of drinks.
“And he just sat there and… caressed himself… or something?” Without letting on, you look at the girl and wonder what’s going on in her head. Is this new curiosity or something else already?
“Or something” Emma laughs and skillfully denies Veronica satisfaction. She seems to know better than I do. “He was looking at me pretty eagerly” she confesses mischievously and Harry blushes. “But he ended up calling your name in the end.”
“Really?” Harry just nods. “And who were you thinking about during that?” The two lovers realize at the same time that this is a jinxed question and look around the table for help.
“I think those are questions you don’t really need to answer, don’t you honey?” you say, leaning over to Emma. Megan makes room for you as you pull her close and kiss her. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Veronica do the same, quietly apologizing to her boyfriend while her hands caress his arms. Megan, meanwhile, plays coy and watches you while she bites her nails. Then you lean over and kiss her too.
“Not here, not now, anyway,” Emma murmurs. “Veronica, do you love Harry?” The girl nods. “And Harry…”
“Absolutely!” is interrupted Emma eagerly. “Veronica no matter what I…”
“Then that’s settled” Emma interrupts in return. Then she looks around. “So where’s the alcohol?”
As the girls (with the planned exception of your sister) enjoy themselves, the mood moves back into a realm of carelessness and fun. But everyone realizes that the girls have broached a subject that will cause you and Harry plenty of physical work. They landed on a new shore, established a beachhead and now the won’t turn back.
While Megan caresses your chest, you watch how your brother reacts to his girlfriend’s not-so-shy advances, and Emma has also crossed her legs and is caressing yours with them, while Megan can’t keep her hands off you either.
The girls talk openly about their relationships, admitting to each other that they are happier now than before, something Harry and you are convinced of, neither of them being the kind of people who use such things to manipulate, and at some point, through Veronica, come back to the subject of sex.
“Every time I kiss him and he’s down there working I think about how lucky I am” Veronica says a little later and Emma nods eagerly. “He’s really good. What’s yours like?”
“Excuse me,” Harry grumbles, looking at you with some concern. He knows how you treat Emma and neither he nor you are in the mood for a dick comparison anymore. “We’re not just some sex toys, are we?”
“Well I like being a toy for my Finn.” Megan makes wide eyes as Emma speaks so frankly, and she’s not the only one wondering if this is a game or the truth.
“Maybe so” Veronica sticks her tongue out at her new friend “Maybe your Finn is a horny goat. But my Harry licks like there’s no tomorrow.” You lift your hands to your little sister’s ears and she helps you, pressing them even closer to her head as she giggles. But with her you aren’t as strict as with your little princess Millie and Megan likes how you handle her.
“Emma…” you growl warningly, but have to remind yourself that Megan is not Millie. Your current and ‘only’ little sister you can corrupt to your heart’s desire if you want. So your hands slowly wander down as Emma answers you.
“If she wants to live with us, your little angel here will have to learn how to deal with your monster” she sparkles playfully at you. “Besides” she looks at the other girl at the table “Finn doesn’t get to lick most of the time because his girls usually pass out from his cock-skills.” You roll your eyes.
“Is that true?” asks Megan, turning to face you.
“You’ll find out soon enough” Emma giggles and Veronica feels challenged. She’s not the only one feeling the sexual tension at the table. You too are making it hard for your wombat not to say anything about the big bulge in your pants who pushes the hem of her skirt aside and Harry is already sliding around on his chair since Veronica told about her first orgasm through him.
“It’s not the size that matters” she says firmly and while you nod in agreement Harry doesn’t know which side to take, not wanting to admit to having already marveled at your part.
“Finn is good with it too, he has both” Emma says. Is she doing it on purpose? She must see that Veronica is serious.
“Only me and Megan can’t judge that here at the table” the girl scratches back.
“Actually, I’ve seen him naked before, too,” Megan murmurs. “He was already asleep after he and Emma… made love…”
“Had fucked like animals” Emma giggles and everyone at the table blushes. “He was so good to me with his huge… well go on honey…” Oh god please Megan…
“Well…I saw him and…well…tickled me all night long. In the morning I was all tired.” She looks up at you, googly eyes and amorous gaze and everything that makes your blood boil like napalm. “He’s really great and good and perfect and…”
“Waitress!” you call out in near panic as Veronica catches her breath.
“Waitress!” exclaims Harry as well, and you exchange an appreciative glance with your little brother, then both turning around, hand raised and with feverish searching eyes. You’re relieved as hell when the pretty waitress comes to your table.
“Can I get you guys anything else?” she asks, and you wonder if she knows what’s going on. After all, there are now two girls sitting at your side and her eyes wander back and forth between them and you as she leans slightly further over… making it easier for you to peer into her cleavage. Emma sees it, too. My god!
“You could answer a question for us” she says, grinning cheekily. Oh no. Fuck no I’m gonna die.
“Shoot,” comes the grinning reply.
“My friend here thinks…”
“I think that my friend is cock-hungry and blind to a factual and empirical analysis of the qualities of our boyfriends” bursts out Veronica. Your mouth drops open but Emma seems to have achieved exactly what she wanted.
“You’re welcome to see him naked” Emma laughs and the waitress looks at you questioningly.
“I have nothing to do with it” you assure her and raise your hands. As you do so, you accidentally brush against your sister’s breasts. Shit.
“Sure I’m cock-hungry” Emma grins, pointing conspicuously at you, “If you ever see him naked you can see it too.” And then it gets even more brutal. “Right?” She turns to the waitress. “You’d take him too if you could?”
“You’ll have to excuse my girlfriend,” you beg desperately. “She’s drunk and…”
“So you and your friends are open for more?” the pretty girl asks, sticking out her boobs.
“Uh what please?”
“She’s your girlfriend, right?” You nod. Harry glares. “And she has no problem sharing you?”
“He’s more man than anyone here” Emma boasts proudly. What started out as pointless fun turns into something you can only hope she’s thought through. “And I’d share his monster cock with anyone here.” Maybe she is drunk. At least I cured this bad memory as well before I get roasted alive.
“Honey, don’t set your expectations too high,” you admonish her, laughing in panic.
“I’m not” comes the almost defiant reply.
“Of course, I’d have to see him first to be able to say that.” You almost faint.
“Oh please girl…” you beg. She really is beautiful. Long hair, fancy haircut, nice smile and nicely shaped breasts. You would take her, right here and now, everyone at the table knows that.
“But what about sharing in the other direction?” she then wants to know and she looks to Emma. “I’m sure my boyfriend would love to take you.” Then she looks to Megan. “And your other friend too.” Then back to you. “Lucky guy.” You just shrug, relieved. No matter how whacky Emma acts today, there are some rules she won’t break.
“No way,” she says, and you’re more relieved than you’ve been all evening. “We both are all his.” She points at Megan who nods determinedly, again the strongest gesture of the evening from your wombat. “And you would too.” She grins as well as the waitress.” Bloody hell! Harry almost explodes on the other side of the table while Veronica just stares blankly.
“Then I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.” The waitress shrugs. “Sorry.”
“Thanks,” you just breathe and smile. The young woman returns the gesture and you like her even better now. Not everything has to end in sex, even if it did do you good that Megan could come out and Emma has everything under control anyway. You almost think about whether she could have hired the girl and your suspicions are only strengthened right away.
“I wouldn’t have a problem with that,” Veronica’s voice rings out at the table. Everyone turns to face her.
“With what?” wants Harry to know in an occupied voice.
“Well, when such a pretty girl offers to let you sleep with her, you don’t say no,” comes the natural answer. Emma grins and now you begin to understand. While everyone is concentrating on Veronica, Megan lets her hand slip unnoticed between your legs. Her fingers flinch briefly from the warmth and powerful throbbing of your cock, but then begin to rub against it skillfully.
“Honey what’s with you?” wants Harry to know while the waitress waits for an answer.
“You’d sleep with her, wouldn’t you? Go ahead and admit it.” Her voice sounds like she’s being sincere, but where you can assume with certainty your rightful dominance in the relationship, Harry leads a normal life with his girlfriend. Only the start was not quite normal. Under the eyes of the waitress, Harry undergoes a transformation.
“Honey I love you” he says firmly. “I don’t want to sleep with other girls. You are my everything.” Veronica waits a few seconds, sizing up your little adopted brother, then decides she likes what she sees and falls over him so that their chairs collide cracking. Harry almost loses his balance.
“All right,” giggles the waitress. “I’ll bring you the bill then.”
“But we’re not done yet,” says Emma.
“Yes, you are,” comes the reply. Is she hurt? Or jealous? “Your behavior is already borderline and I don’t want to kick you out.” One last look at you, “That’s too bad.” Then she leaves, reminding you that your life is not porn.
Still, your hands feel numb as you help Megan into her jacket and she looks at you gratefully. Then you help Emma while Harry does it to his girlfriend. Together you go outside but you turn around one last time. The young woman in the fancy uniform looks after you, notices your glances and quickly turns away. With a grin, you step into the pleasantly cool evening air and take a deep breath in and out. The throbbing in your pants slowly weakens and you can think clearly again.
“That was a nice… That was quite an interesting evening” you say as you make your way to the parking lot.
“I thought so too” Veronica giggles.
“What the fuck was that all about?” Harry wants to know who can’t handle the normal tone that suddenly reigns between you again.
“Your girlfriend and my girlfriend have formed a close bond of friendship” you explain to him. “They’ve sized each other up, tested each other, had a fair fight, and decided they like each other.”
“What?” Harry doesn’t understand. “They make it that complicated?” He and you saw each other, exchanged a few words, and understood. You can understand his confusion. Emma can too.
“We’re girls Harry honey” she laughs “We have to be careful who we associate with. Anyone could be the one to steal our man.”
“But I could be…”
“No you couldn’t” you say smiling and patting him on the shoulder so he almost falls over while Megan hangs on your other side. “Your girlfriend offered to put your penis in another hole and you refused. While that’s against your genetic programming, it showed your girl that she’s successfully domesticated you.”
“Fuck. Like an animal?”
“Exactly. Only more romantic. Remember what I said in the pool. You must be a monster who knows and can control the evil within. Veronica found that out today.”
“But I’m not evil.”
“Yes you are honey” says his girlfriend.
“You can resist temptation and stay true, but you proved to her that you can have someone like Emma if you want.” Emma looks at your little brother proudly. “You achieve the things you want without endangering Veronica. You’re a good one” you conclude.
“So are you” the girl answers you in a soft but serious voice. “It’s nice to see you taking care of your sister.”
“Stepsister,” Megan murmurs softly.
“Just like in the porn movies” Emma laughs.
“Whatever. You’re a nice boy Finn. I have to admit I was pretty jealous that Harry met you and that you did so much for him and me. And to think what Emma might have done to him. But you wouldn’t let that happen. Now that I know what happened in the pool I know you’re a good one Finn. I’m sorry.”
“No problem” you reply graciously and next to you Emma snuggles between you and Harry who in turn takes a step towards Veronica. “You’re right. I am an evil one. But the evil ones get what they want. Emma understood that and now you do too.” And Carry now too. I’m more monster than she is. A good monster for Emma. A strong man. Nothing to prove with arm wrestling. Thank you my love. “I also have to say that I didn’t expect to meet you, otherwise I would have acted differently in the pool. I am glad that you are so strong to conquer Harry for yourself. And it was nice to meet you.” You reach out to her but then two dainty hands grab you and a tuft of red hair presses against your chest as Veronica hugs you. You don’t need to look at the others and raise your arms, returning the gesture and hugging the girl to your broad chest.
Emma has made it. Not only Harry feels well, but also Veronica has arrived at her place and you can see that she is much better than a few hours ago when you saw her for the first time. It’s only because of Emma that she completed such a quick and smooth metamorphosis and you couldn’t be more proud of your elf. As for Megan, again you wouldn’t have thought that everything could end so wonderfully. She is standing next to you, hugging you, a beaming smile in her face and in her soul. Emma made it possible for her to have a first date with you, even if you owe it to her to do it again with her when you two are alone, but most of all she was able to show herself with you in the open, a gift she has been waiting for all her life. Apart from that, she could support Emma and be the naughty little sister while she plays the cute nice sister.
As for you, you really can’t complain. The problems with Harry are fixed, Veronica has found her self, Megan is happy, Emma is happy, got what she deserved and worked for, and was able to help you along the way, and everyone had their fun. You’re as heated up as a shitload of G.I.’s returning from the war. But you always are when you’re out with your girls but you’ll soon be able to take that out on Megan and Emma when you take them to Giselle in the hotel and then have a steamy night with them, maybe even with the french girl. It was a really good, successful, exhausting but rewarding day.
“To a good friendship.”
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