by Writing Shark
Life in the communication age
“Oh shit…” you grumble as you look at the display. The girls around you look at you questioningly. Wordlessly, you show them your phone.
“You’re just a man in demand” grins Maureen as she sees the double digit number of messages on your display.
“I guess so,” you mutter. Emma has texted you, seven times. She’s missing from the table. But also Susan McKinley and…
“Melina” Megan states matter-of-factly as she invades your privacy without batting an eye. As if you could have such a thing as private space when you’d immediately fill it with any… or all of these beautiful, sexy, funny girls. Denise blinks at the last name.
“I really should get up earlier,” you grunt, unlocking your display and opening the chat program. Briefly, you consider downloading an app to your phone that encrypts your messages to the girls and yourself. It won’t stop the NSA, but your mother… and the mothers of all the other girls you sleep with are something else. And you fear them more than the NSA.
“Read,” Megan urges excitedly as you open the messages from Emma. The order is completely random, Emma has simply written to you the most times and is therefore at the top of the list.
“Hello, sweetheart,” you begin, glancing up. Your wombat’s eyes are shining with curiosity, Maureen has put her chin on her interlocked fingers and Denise and Millie also support you in sharing your life with as many girls as possible. Emma – how could it be otherwise? – is the one who holds back the most for you even though she is your ‘only’ friend.
“Go on!” You smirk and feel incredibly comfortable in this group of girls who have no problem with you reading love messages from Emma while everyone else at the table loves you too. Shit my life is good!
“Just wanted to tell you that I really enjoyed my time at the lake. So thankful you are in my life. Miss you.” Meticulously you listing each of her messages sent in a two-hour period in the middle of the night. “Can’t sleep.”
“No wonder, since she always adores you so much,” Maureen grins. You can only agree.
“I’m not drunk either. Just miss you. When can we see each other again?”
“Oh how sweet” Millie hums but it gets better.
“Don’t want to push. Take care of your sisters.”
“We have to buy her something,” Denise says with unknown determination and looks at Millie.
“I love you so much. Again: Not drunk. Promise.” At that, it’s you who grins. “I can’t wait to see you soon. Then I’ll shred you your clothes…” You break off and look around the room until your eyes come to rest on Millie. “I’m not reading that.”
“Oh crap,” Megan exclaims good-humoredly and jumps up. In one swift motion, she plucks your phone from your hands. “Millie, cover your ears!” she calls loudly as she runs around the kitchen giggling. Laughing, your princess does as her sister wishes.
“Megan!” you call out and leap from your chair. Your sister is electrified and your voice sounds serious, but your gaze is full of love.
“Then I’ll shred you your clothes, suck the air out of your lungs, and impale myself on your magnificent cock until I have no strength left.” Your wombat almost falls over a chair, but catches herself again and continues to run away from you.
“Wait Finn, I’ll help you” suddenly screeches Maureen and jumps up as well. You are so surprised by the outburst that Megan is able to extend her lead even further.
“And when I can’t take it anymore, you’ll stick it in my rear and really fuck me up. I want that. I want you, you magnificent lover. I want my boyfriend. And then I’m going to suck the life out of you until I finally get my reward in form of your delicious…” Then it’s Megan who cries out as Maureen rushes past you laughing, grabs her little sister by the arm, spins her around, wraps her arms around her and lifts her off her feet.
“Grab her, little brother,” your big sister orders. One of her feet almost hits you in the face but together with Maureen, you restrain Megan. The two of you throw the hysterically giggling girl onto the living room couch. Quickly but decisively you grab your cell phone and put it in your pocket. Megan can barely breathe from laughing, her face is red and her pupils dilated. You look at her with mock sternness. “What are we going to do with this naughty brat?” wants Maureen to know. You look at her, then at your giggling wombat. Without another word, you leap over the back of the sofa like a soldier under fire onto your sister and grab her.
“No!” Megan shrieks happily, trying to fight back. You are bigger, heavier and stronger and besides that Megan clearly wants it. But when you start tickling her it’s all over. You pull your sister’s t-shirt almost over her bra and tickle her belly like a maniac. Megan laughs, gasps and kicks around while Maureen grabs her feet and tickles her there. “Mercy!” But you two don’t listen to her.
“Now you’ll pay!” exclaims Maureen, biting her sister’s side of her foot unapologetically. What she means by this neither of you knows, but it doesn’t matter since the two sisters seem overjoyed and your heart almost bursts with joy in a megaton explosion.
“What’s going on here?” your mother’s voice suddenly rings through the room. You quickly release Megan from her predicament and Maureen guiltily stands three feet away from you. While Megan is still coming down from her high, you explain.
“Just something between siblings,” you say with a shrug. Your mother fixes Maureen with her eyes but the middle Lynchwood sister’s laugh clearly shows the good nature of the ‘argument’.
“Okay…” she says, looking around the room. Denise and Millie are still sitting at the table, Denise all red in the face and Millie still pressing her hands to her ears. “But don’t break anything. You better get out if you’re going to act like Huns in here.” But then she smiles good-naturedly. “Dinner will be ready in an hour. Denise, would you like to help me?” Your kitten looks at you questioningly, and Maureen doesn’t understand the world.
“What did she just say?” But the eyes of Megan are wide, too. You nod to Denise and she shyly walks up to your mom and is taken in by her.
“I’ll teach our guest how to make our burger sauce so spicy, and you guys relax and make yourselves at home.” At these words your mother looks at Maureen.
“Thanks mum” she smiles gratefully and almost jumps back to your side. You help the still hysterically gurgling Megan up and signal the other two to follow you. Finally Millie drops her hands and wraps your arm around her for the short walk out.
Your garden is large and, like the kitchen, your mother’s domain. But like a gracious ruler, she lets her subjects into her realm to enjoy the glory of what she has created. In your adolescence, you would have rolled your eyes at her love for this piece of land, but now that you have finally admitted your feelings, you understand the bond your mother has with the large lawn, cherry trees, cypresses and flower beds. In a way, this is the place she could escape to when you once again proved to the whole world to whom your sisters truly belong to. Your mother has often been alone since the day you first saw Megan and Millie.
While you, Millie, Megan and sometimes Maureen grew up together, your mother tended the rose bushes and the lavender that now grows around the little cottage where you and Maureen first saw each other naked. Your father now stores his tools there, but for you, as well as for your mother, the hut and the garden is a place you remember fondly. And so you are also drawn here to be undisturbed and not to get on the family’s nerves too much.
“What was that just now with Denise?” asks Megan, who has not quite understood the situation because of her happiness.
“And was my mother nice to me just now?” wants to know Maureen. You, who should be writing Emma, hurries to explain the situation to his sisters as best he can.
“Megan, Denise is now a Lynchwood.”
“Sounds logical,” your sister nods off. “Given your interest in sticking your not-so-little fella in anything with that name.” She winks at you. “No seriously. Good idea Biggie.”
“And Maureen, this is what it feels like when you arrive.” Your big sister puts her arms around you and the girls give you a minute to be close.
“This is what I wanted,” whispers the oldest sister but everyone can hear.
“Welcome home,” you say again. A soft sniffle tells you that you said the right thing.
“Come on, stupid,” Maureen finally giggles, blinking away her tears of joy. “We’re here for a reason.” You reassure yourself that you can’t be seen from the house. The lavender obscures half of you, the light wood cabin the other. Satisfied, you hold up your cell phone and answer Emma.
“I texted her that I love her and want to see her soon,” you say some time later.
“How boring” Megan laughs and pats you on the shoulder. “Write her something dirty.”
“Megan,” you growl, looking to Millie. Too late.
“Write her that you want to kiss her and be deep inside her” suggests your princess, looking at the astonished faces of her siblings. “What, I always liked that…” You’ve never been able to deny Millie a wish.
“And… sent,” you say, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she came running.”
“What would be so bad about that” Maureen wants to know rhetorically. You can only shrug.
“Come on. What did the others write?”
“Who first? Melina or Susan?” you ask.
“Finn…” your middle sister distracts you. “Honey I’m kind of, like, really horny right now. Let’s hear what Melina wrote.” You want to roll your eyes, but realize that things have changed. Your body is not used to go so long without sex. The day is half over and you’ve only had sex with Megan once in the bathroom. Grinning, you open the message.
“Of course…” you mutter, “Lots of pictures.” Of course your eyes wander to Millie but you also notice how the other two sisters turn their heads. Not only you think about your promise to protect your princess.
“You decide BB,” Millie says in a firm voice. It’s clear that she also wants to be treated like one of the greats, but she also understands that she as your princess she has a certain place in your heart.
“We all knew what we were getting into” Maureen sums up your thoughts as well as the ones of Millie. “Each of us has a special place in your heart and that’s what makes you so great. We’re all special because of what we do but also because we don’t have to pretend.” You can only grin in response, especially because Millie wholeheartedly agrees. You look at the faces of the three girls. Of course, you would prefer to be able to protect Millie from everything impure as you have done all your life. But she has grown and become much stronger. All because of you. Then you wonder if it’s not selfish to think that way. Especially because now you also recognize the lust in her eyes that makes you stiff as well. Each of the three would bow to your words but they do so because they know that you are not thinking of yourself.
“You might learn something Millie” you hear yourself say before your thoughts have faded. Your sister looks at you in disbelief.
“You don’t have to BB…” she mutters.
“It would be a good lesson,” Megan says quickly before her reason can take hold. “She was going to…” Thenshe remembers. “Your harem, your rules. Sorry Biggie.” She looks at you apologetically.
“Oh man,” you groan, waiting a bit but the decision is already made. Maureen can tell by the look on your face. “Come here, then.” You almost lose your breath so close Megan and Millie press against you. Then you feel the breasts of Maureen in the back. “They’re both pretty hardcore,” you try to save the situation. “And they have my dildo. I can’t guarantee anything.”
“When Millie sees something she doesn’t understand she asks you and you explain it to her” Maureen reassures you and Millie giggles.
“I want to learn,” she says, “You gave me permission to be… naughty… some times”. She blushes a bit at the word, whether out of shame or lust you can’t tell but either way it’s a good sign that Millie grabs your free hand.
“Oh crap…” Then you open the photos.
“Why is that girl drooling like that?”
“You would too dear if you had his dick driven that deep down your throat” Maureen mumbles softly. She actually looks a little pale.
“But does she like it?”
“Giselle is so into it, don’t worry” you reassure your princess, but also have a dry mouth. Megan is dead silent, just gawking absent-mindedly at the photos you’re letting fly across the screen more badly than they should. There are nearly two dozen shots, some blurry, some overexposed but a few in pretty good, gruesome quality. “She… uh… likes it.”
Melina shows no mercy in any picture. The one where she drills the image of your phallus deep into her plaything’s throat is still the tamest of them all, even considering the previous picture where your part disappears almost completely into the french girl’s tight rosette. In other pictures, the two kiss only to show you that your counterfie has disappeared into both their throats and bulging them out. Pictures of Giselle smeared with saliva and runny makeup follow. Apparently Melina prepared her for this shooting. Your princesses eyes go wide and you again experience that mixture of concern forher, in this case also Giselle, and a kind of restless anxiety just to do something. And you’re rock hard down there.
“And what are they doing?”
“It’s called scissoring dear” explains Maureen in a rasper voice. “But even I didn’t do it that hard.”
“We’ll have to talk about that sometime” you agree, but just look at the picture of the two girls. “Why was Giselle so tight when she’s doing with Melina?” you ask yourself rather than the others as you see her lying on her back, her legs spread wide and your part rising steeply inside her. Melina almost leans on her friend to show you her work.
‘Giselle misses you’ is written under the picture. ‘We both miss you’ is under the next one.
“Why is her hair so wet there?” wants Millie to know. Maureen already wants to reply something but you just shake your head.
“Later honey,” says your sister and Millie understands. “Well at least they miss you” Maureen mumbles and shakes her head and a photo on which the French girl has sunk her nose deep in her mistress butt. Melina shows a victorious V.
“And is that fun?” Millie finally asks. Of the three of you, she’s the one who can best take what she’s seen. The blessings of innocence.
“Well…yeah…it is,” you agree, remembering the evening with Denise at their place. “It’s good to let go for a change, you know?”
“No…” Millie shakes her head.
“Those two… I can do stuff like that with them, you know? You guys I would never touch like that… but Melina…”
“Your brother is a man Millie” Maureen explains gently, looking at you lovingly. “It’s not about hurting you, but sometimes during sex you can hurt others out of lust.”
“On purpose?”
“Yes.” Millie can’t believe what she’s hearing. “Those two are giving your brother something to conquer, to own, to command. He doesn’t do that to us because he gets that from others. And he likes it that way.”
“But why can’t I give him that?” Millie really wants to help you. You’re touched that she seems to want to be your little sister so much without thinking about what that might require of her.
“He gets everything he needs from you and way more. And he gives you everything, too, doesn’t he?” Millie nods immediately. “It’s all about…well…venting. We’re all human, and you do get mad sometimes.” It takes Millie a while to remember the last time but then she agrees “Okay. But Finn is with all of us. We help him but there are some things he has to do on his own. Like acting out his instincts so he can be a good friend and brother to you and all of us.”
“Did you hurt that girl?” wants Millie to know from you.
“Yes, I did,” you say softly. You can’t lie in front of her. “But I didn’t hit her or anything, even though they might have wanted me to. You know Melina is a very strong girl and sometimes girls like that need someone to remind them that they don’t have to have everything under control. And Gisele just likes it when I tell her what to do.”
“Okay, I understand that. But… I don’t know you like that…”
“That’s because I want to be that way to you. You are the ones who give my life meaning and direction. So with me it’s the other way around. Melina and Giselle have given me something that I can’t otherwise admit to myself. With them, I’m allowed to be relentless and make mistakes sometimes.”
“So…” You’ve rarely seen Millie so focused. “So they help you with that? And by doing so, us too?” You nod and finally Millie does too. “Thanks for explaining it to me BB.” She smiles so cutely again and a load falls off your mind.
“Did I miss something?” asks Megan suddenly, tearing herself away from the screen.
“My BB is a really smart boyfriend” Millie says and that saves the day.
Writing Shark 