by Writing Shark
A surprise for your sister
Okay, it’s not the biggest party you’ve ever seen, nor the most luxurious either. The two long wooden tables with the metal frames as legs and the four identical benches are nothing special. You have also seen the cakes and many drinks on them in the mall in Seacrest. You still know the sign that hangs between two trees from your childhood. Your father first made it for you, then you used it for your sisters. But all of this comes from people who aren’t as close to Millie as her close friends. And that really moves you. Rachel and Emma stand to the side of the small party area and clap when Millie comes out of the door behind you. Carrie and Karen also walk past you, clap and they all start singing a song for your little princess again. You are really surprised and look again at Megan. You can’t believe she has nothing to do with it, but her expression is as surprised as yours. Millie is really embarrassed. She crawls half behind you and holds on to your arm, which only makes you feel even more for her. Of course, the bad feeling doesn’t last long, and when the girls are done singing, Millie comes out behind you and hesitantly takes a few steps towards the group, knowing Megan and you behind her. She looks over her shoulder again and looks at you questioningly, but you only shrug helplessly and support her with your big-brother-smile. Millie turns back to the group.
“Wow folks, thank you so much. I don’t know how I earned it, but it wouldn’t have been necessary.” As the politician, Carrie does the talking for the group and takes a step forward.
“But dear, it is. We want to thank you, Megan and Finn. When Megan told us where she was celebrating her birthday, we were all keen to come along. But she said that of course you were allowed to decide.” She looks at you and winks. “Finn was not considered.” Then Karen joins the side of Carrie.
“But we want to say ‘Thank you’ that we can spend such a great time here.”
“We organized this party because Megan told us you didn’t get any other presents from your parents,” Rachel explains. “And we want to show you that we like to have you as friends.” Then Emma comes up last. She is most embarrassed to talk and you can fully understand her feelings. It’s not just singing that tortures you. If you are not talking about politics or history, speaking to groups is not always your thing. But she’s doing better than you and you’re glad you didn’t have to make a speech.
“We don’t just want to celebrate Millie in our own circles of friends. If you like, we would all be happy to have you as a friend.” The look that Emma gives Millie and then you, moves you very much. The girls seem serious. You yourself hadn’t thought of mixing the groups. There was far too much in your head to think about. But now that Emma has spoken the thought, you like it very much. It could mean that your sisters have expanded their circle of friends without needing you. It doesn’t bother you in the least that they can do it without you. It only means that you have completed your task so far that only the good things remain for you. Wait, isn’t that lazy and cowardly? Your face derails a bit at the thought. Are you withdrawing from your sisters’ affairs shortly after you came together with them? It takes excruciating seconds to come to the conclusion that there has been enough evidence in recent years that this will not happen. And that your sisters won’t let that happen. On the contrary, now that you are moving closer and closer together, you have more strength to take care of them. All three of you have overcome the annoying and time-consuming uncertainties and now you can be close to your loved ones on a whole new level.
“Finn, are you all right?” Again Megan noticed your expression and shook you awake. You look around the area a little confused. Everyone is looking at you.
“Y-yes, all right. Sorry, I was not here for a moment.” You grin mischievously. “I’m back.” Megan looks at you questioningly and you smile encouragingly. Meanwhile, Millie is with her new friends and that makes you feel good. Now Susan, Claire and Denise also come out of the house and are amazed at the celebration that the girls have organized. The group quickly mingles when Millie mixes her friends with the ones from Megan. You and your sister remain standing apart from the group for a few more seconds.
“Is really everything okay? Where were you just now?” Megan looks at you a little worried. “Does it have anything to do with this morning?” She looks seriously concerned, but you shake your head clearly.
“No, definitely not. It would take a little too long to explain.” But Megan is still looking at you. She is really worried. How could I believe for a second that I could lose these miracles just because they’re feeling fine? Your drill sergeant reappears in front of you and he too has found a new task. I will tear you to pieces if you even think that Megan and Millie would have to be sad to love you. Fight! Fight for the right to be together with these angels. Fight! You smile contentedly and Megan hugs you quickly and fleetingly.
“Sorry, it had to be. I… I thought for a moment that you would not be well with the situation.” Maybe you should tell Megan?
“No, it was nothing. I just realized that now…“ You lower your voice. “Now that I have you as girlfriends, I no longer have to struggle to stay away from you.” You grin broadly when Megan realizes what you are about. “That overwhelmed me.”
“From now on you only have to fight to protect us. But no longer against you or your fears, understand?” Once again, Megan proves to you that she sees you as you are and you don’t have to use a filter by saying the right thing.
“My God I love you so much.”
“And we you.”
“Hey!” Karen calls from the group over to you. “What are you whispering there?”
“Nothing at all,” Megan chirps and looks at you. She hugs you one last time and whispers: “Now you have all the time in the world to deal with the questions that are important to you. Because we are also there for you.” Then she goes to the group and you stand there and cannot believe what luck you have.
You just stand there for a few more minutes, ward off the girls’ requests to join them and just look at your new life. You are looking at a situation that you could not have dreamed of and if you had been told a few days ago that you would be in a relationship with your sisters today, have overcome all your fears and worries, be happy and know what the future might bring to you, you would not have believed it. You would have decided not to think that your problems could be solved. And that was your mistake, you see now. You look at Megan and Millie who are having fun with the group, eating cakes and laughing. You owe that to them. Only through them can you stand here now and claim that it has been accomplished. Sure, there are still dangers in your life. If it blows up, you are done, and Megan and Millie too. At least in your head. But you no longer have to fight against yourself, that’s the most important thing. And with this knowledge, an overwhelming joy arises in you. What happens tonight? What tomorrow? These questions have always scared you. Now you’re looking forward to hearing what’s going to happen. Sex, most likely. Tremendous amounts of sex…
You stand there with the lake behind you, a warm breeze on the back of your neck and a cold Coke in your hand, looking at your friends. Your teeth flash when you laugh and the sounds of happy people make your heart beat faster. The sun burns hot on your arms and a drop of sweat runs down your temple. You realize that now, in this fleeting, perfect moment, you don’t have to take care of Millie or Megan. In these seconds you are safe, secure and satisfied.
You always thought that would bother you. But now that you know – don’t suspect, but know that they love you, you only feel indescribable happiness. Fuck it all! You turn to the lake. You haven’t gone swimming the whole time.
“Hey, what is Finn doing there?” Karen says when you just tear off your clothes. You have so much energy that you think you could burst right away. So much joy. Joy for the future, for tomorrow, for afterward. Looking forward to the touch of Megan, to the morning light on the face of Millie. Joy of just feeling life. Joy because you know your girlfriends are happy because of you. It’s perfect.
With a shrill scream you run into the lake in boxer shorts. The water splashes around your legs but you just keep running. You suck the fresh air deep into your lungs and plunge into the cold water. You scream below the surface as you’ve never screamed in your life. Air bubbles shoot out of your mouth to the surface. ‘I LOVE MY SISTERS! I SLEEP WITH MY SISTERS! IT’S THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD!‘ Then you run out of air, straighten up under water and push your feet off the sandy bottom. You break through the surface and fall back into the cool water with your back and arms out in the air.
You take a few seconds and just let yourself float on the surface. In the clear blue sky you only see a few clouds and an airplane pulls contrails behind it. Where is it going to? But you don’t care either. Nowhere would you prefer to be here. You turn around and look back at the beach a few meters away where the girls are standing and watching you.
“What the hell are you doing?” Megan calls out to you, holding her belly laughing.
“Enjoying my life on that perfect day.” you roar back. You’re actually not that far out there, but you don’t care either. You see Megan looking at you, then shrugging and pulling her shirt over her head. She is mustered strangely as she jumps into the water, grumbles loudly and vigorously over the temperature, dives below the surface and reappears a few meters in front of you. When she reaches you she hugs you under the surface. The others see it, but don’t notice how your sister gently drives into your shorts and strokes your shaft. After the last experiences, you welcome every touch of this nasty angel and the goosebumps come surely from the water and not from her gentle yet demanding touches.
“No sexy underwear today?” you ask teasingly, watching the play of the muscles under her skin as she strokes your spear and bites her lips in desire.
“Not necessary.” Behind her you see other figures coming into the water. You don’t have long. Megan notices that too, but doesn’t stop rubbing over your dick and your sack. “From now on, you can always have me anytime you want. Any second. Always. Wherever you want. And however.” Finally Karen reaches you first and Megan turns to her friend, her hand sliding out of your pants.
“Shit that’s cold.” Karen wraps her arms around her chest, her tits almost popping out of her red and still skimpy bikini.
“Yes, I can see that.” You grin and Megan and you look at the bikini under which Miss Grant’s nipples are clearly visible. Karen Grant has never been a girl who was stingy with her charms. Even now, she takes advantage of her reputation as the school beauty queen and pulls a cute pout while looking at you.
“Who says it’s because of the water?” she asks, looking at you with a challenging grin. You manage not to look at Megan right away. In any case, her voice does not sound attacked when she points to Karen.
“But you have goosebumps.” She giggles and Karen looks at her friend while you are relieved about the water that hides a bulg from which the Titanic would sink. You can’t say why your dick is standing now. Certainly because of Megan, but Karen cannot be excluded as a cause. Anyway, he stands tall and when Karen comes for you, you have to back away a bit.
“I’d be happy to ask again,” Karen whispers and winks at you. “Who says it’s because of the water?”
“I doubt I have such a big impact on you Karen.” That seems to surprise her.
“Yes? Then you shouldn’t hang out with your sisters that often.”
“Hey.” Megan slaps Karen on the shoulder, but this made the string of her bikini slip down her tender shoulder. The girl makes no move to fix this and continues her offensive against you. Now your eyes flit to your sister, but she is too busy with Karen to pay attention to you.
“Come on Finn,” giggles young Grant. “If you don’t have to watch Millie and Megan for a minute, I’ll be happy to show you what… opportunities you might miss out there. After all, you seem to have no girlfriend for a long time.”
“Hehe. Didn’t you hear it? I’m gay. Denise say so.” Karen gasps with amusement.
“Someone like you isn’t gay. It’s against nature.” You just look at her questioningly and Megan rolls her eyes.
“Not another of your conspiracy theories please.” She just shrugs.
“I just say. Someone like Finn? Would that be a waste?”
“Okay, I agree with you,” Megan grins and that makes her wall crumble. She looks at your sister and you can’t interpret her glance, but Megan seems to know her, because she shows a superior expression.
“Too bad he’s out of reach for you. No offense.” At first you think Megan would react snappily to this comment. Karen is sure of her case and yes, if you weren’t such a dirty dog she would be right. Apparently Megan sees it that way too, because she comes closer to you and closes you in her arms, her body nestling very close to yours. The feeling of skin cold from the water under which hot blood flows makes you shiver slightly. Or is it the flesh of her breasts and their pressure against your arm?
“Yes, he’s out of my… grip, I agree with you.” As Megan speaks, her arm, which is hidden behind your back, wanders down on you and back between your legs. Her fingers slide over your butt and get back to your shaft. The cool water makes her hand feel warmer and you dig your toes deep into the mud below you so as not to reveal yourself. Then the hand goes up again and wraps around your neck. “But I can hug him whenever I want. Right Biggie?” You only stammer something incomprehensible and can’t see the gaze of Karen either. But Megan seems satisfied, even more so when Rachel appears behind Karen, her hands over her head so that she has as little contact with the water as possible. Karen winks at you again, but then turns to Rachel.
“I can’t take it long,” Rachel grumbles. The thin girl is exposed to the temperatures without protection. “It was a stupid idea Finn, a very stupid, stupid idea.” Her words sound serious, but you and Megan can only laugh about it.
“Oh come on Rachel” Megan giggles. “We just have to keep you warm.”
“But this isn’t The Revenant,” complains the young Huerta, looking back longingly at the beach. “And I don’t get an Oscar for having my nipples frozen off.”
“Hey” you call. “Film quotes are my thing, got it?” Rachel looks at you and sticks her tongue out cheekily. She wants to say something else, but a gush of water hits the girl in the face. She screeches and turns to Karen, who laughingly starts a second attack.
“You bitch. Whore. You cunt.” Rachel starts the full program and wants to flee back to the beach. In fact, you can’t say exactly whether you’re not going too far. But Karen is not done yet. As Rachel heads back toward safe land with her arms raised, Miss Grant turns to you.
“We have to get the poor thing out of the water Finn.” She calls, grinning so devilishly that you are worried a little. Rachel is smaller than Karen, just a few inches taller than Millie, and you can understand the poor soul. She even has goosebumps on her shoulder blades.
But Karen knows no mercy. She has longer legs and arms and with them she swims up to Rachel, dives below the surface and for a while you and your sister see only a scared girl from Latin America who wants to evacuate herself to the coast. You have to grin involuntarily when Megan starts humming the scary sounds from Jaws.
“That could be the last seconds in which you still have Rachel as a friend and you are enjoying yourself?” you ask whispering. Again, Megan strokes your hip and penetrates your shorts with her fingers, which lets you suck in the air sharply. She has a satisfied look on her face as her fingers clasp your cock again and run over your tip.
“Honestly: If I lost them all, I would still have you.” As flattering as that is, you don’t want Megan to be overwhelmed. But she smiles and before you can say anything to protect her, the scream from Rachel echoes across the lake. She has come about twenty feet in the meantime and is now lifted into the air by Karen, who has pushed herself between the girl’s legs.
“She has air in her lungs,” you murmur as the body of Rachel rises from the water with her arms wagging.
“Think about what she can do if she can hold her breath for so long” Megan grins and you get hot at the idea. Hey. It works to keep you warm. You just have to imagine putting your thing in every cunt you see. You are a genius. Wait, the idea doesn’t come from you…
“Megan…” you start, but Karen carries Rachel back in your direction.
“Finn,” she calls. “Grab your sister and we’ll warm up the little bitch here.” Karen has wrapped the thighs of her friend and claps her palms on it. Rachel looks down angrily, but actually seems happy to be out of the water. Only her feet and lower legs are in and she now stretches them forward like spears when Karen carries her to you.
Grinning, you dive under your sister and even through the layer of water around you you hear her squeak when you first dive behind her and then slide your head between her thighs. Images of last night flash in your mind’s eye as you feel Megan willingly split her thighs and give you access. First you feel her bikini bottom on your head, the skin on the inside of your thighs on your ears and then her crotch on your back. You stay below the surface for a few seconds and have to fight your mad grin, which almost tears your face. You’ve had trouble getting her breasts out of your mind. How are you supposed to get this under control? Oh whatever. You sit up under your sister and the changed angle causes you to feel her crotch even more clearly on your neck. Her hands caress your hair and braid into it, her fingertips brushing your scalp. You gather your strength, fight your grin down and lift Megan out of the water. When your head breaks through the water surface, Karen and Rachel have come closer to you.
“Attack of the light brigade!” roars Karen and storms towards you with Rachel.
“That didn’t go well,” you call back, laughing. The water prevents you and Karen from running towards each other really fast and so the scene takes place in a weird slow motion.
“Oh shut up Lynchwood you nerd! Let go of the one thing I learned from your lectures,” Karen hisses.
“Did you hear Biggie?” Megan shrieks and wiggles her butt on you. Is she aware that her pussy is only separated from my skin by a rag? Then she wraps her thighs around your head and rubs lightly on your neck, feeling the soft tissue that will now be your cock’s home. Yup, she knows. “You insulted the mighty Lynchwood siblings. That calls for satisfaction!” She wobbles even wilder on you and you almost lose your balance in the water. Your blood balance is also extremely disturbed and is definitely not evenly distributed in your body. Meanwhile, Megan holds on to your hair and rides you against the enemy. Then you face each other and you, as well as Karen, are surprised at how hard Megan attacks Rachel, who is just happy to be out of the water. Rachel gives a startled scream when Megan grabs her arms and tries to push her off Karen.
“No!” She calls out loud and the eyes of Karen widen as Rachel presses her thighs tightly together. But your sister continues mercilessly. Does she take it seriously and want to defend me? But I am a nerd. But not the less it makes you proud to see Rachel try to fight back. When she almost slips off her friend’s shoulders, she finally takes a stand and defends herself more vigorously.
“Well wait a little you beast!” she shrieks and goes on the attack herself. You don’t see exactly what’s happening above you, but the weight on your shoulders shifts and a giggling Megan presses your neck veins together. You decide to come to your sister’s aid before she kills you. Wasn’t there a bad girl at the James Bond movie…?
“Hey, no one talks to my Wombat like this” you shout, releasing one of her legs and splashing water upwards which is accompanied by a loud screech.
“Unfair!” Rachel calls and tries to defend herself against you. You look up laughing and see her, who has wrapped one arm protectively around her body and with the other tries to ward off your sister. Her bikini is a bit slipped too, but like Karen, she either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice. Her arm slips a little and only a few millimeters are missing to see her nipple.
The fight continues for a few more minutes and you focus more and more on Rachel above you. On the back of your neck you can feel the warmth emanating from your sister’s lap spread across your back. Her thighs are also warm. Rachel also doesn’t seem to be freezing anymore because she’s just focused on sending your sister into the water. But it’s a mistake to pay attention to the girl’s slim waist. It distracts you from Karen, who is now also interfering in the conflict. Now it is you who gets a gush of water in your face and soon you will have to take a hand off your sister’s legs – those perfect, warm, pretty legs – to ward off Karen, who is now laughing at you. You fight like two idiots with your arms outstretched while your riders do the same. Laughter and cheerful calls ring out to you from the beach. Apparently your riders are cheered on.
“Com on Finn, we’ll show them!” Megan calls and pushes you to a final attack. But it goes terribly wrong. Megan misses the arm of Rachel and at the same moment you see Karen shift her weight and get her foot under the water against your cock. With a gasp you bend your knees, instinctively try to duck. You see Karen open her eyes in shock, but then Megan loses balance on your back. She rows with her arms, holds on to Rachel, but doesn’t make it and when you get up again, she slides down screaming in disappointment. Rachel, too, starts to shout something, but your sister has already pushed you under the water and you can no longer hear the reaction.
After a few seconds you come back up.
“Sorry Wombat.” Megan is standing next to you in the water, looking at you with an expression you can’t read. Is she sad that we lost? “Even the best armies are beaten.” You turn to the other two girls, laughing. “But we are calling for a ravannnnohshit…”
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