by Writing Shark
A new point of view on…
You went through a variety of emotions tonight. First there was the simple but strong concern for your sister. Especially when you couldn’t find her. This caused other fears to spread through your headed mind. Most of all, the realization that now that you’re all back to normal life, some things can’t be prevented. You’re not angry with Megan, you don’t even know how to be. But she is right when she tells you that you have to try harder. But actually she doesn’t do that either, it’s you who puts yourself under pressure. Megan is just the one who keeps helping you see the dangers in your life. Maybe that’s why she’s so restless sometimes, you wonder. It must be hard to keep pointing out something bad to your dearest brother, but for you, that makes Megan infinitely valuable. You don’t want to imagine what would have happened if she hadn’t been there. How bad it would be if you were not shown the urgency that not every one of your girls expresses their wishes so openly. Megan showed you that and immediately Emma comes to your mind. Each of the girls finds a way to deal with the situation you all want to be in and Megan just took a little longer than the others. As you think about your middle sister’s way, you begin to understand what it must be like for her to see you lurch from one incredible happiness to another, making friends, finding people who mean the world to you, and not knowing exactly what her role is.
That’s why you understand that Megan snuggles so close to you. Her movements are careful, almost gentle, but also have an urgency in them that distinguishes them from the other girls. Denise has found closeness and now enjoys it with you, Millie finds security and the courage to experiment, Maureen has security and certainty that everything will stay the way it is now, the McKinleys are still finding their way, but already have someone to guide and lead them in their newfound daddy. And judging by her touch, Megan is now trying hard to figure out how she fits into the big painting of your girls, but can do so with the calm she needs to do so thanks to your conversation. You are pressed a little harder on the turntable as Megan moves on top of you like on your first day at the lake. She does everything to get closer to your lips while you feel her body under the thin fabric of her dress. When Megan is near you, you are not yourself. You are something better and the thought of not living up to her has always scared you. That your sister feels the same way has only made things worse, but tonight has shown you one thing: Megan is exactly what you need to keep your life going. Caring for her gives you direction, the fear of disappointing her makes you strive for excellence and the fact that she feels the same way is now just proof that this girl will be exactly what you need until the end of your days. And from that grows strength, born of fear and worry, shaped by love.
And now your sister wants exactly that, your love. You don’t think about whether it would be appropriate to sleep with her now or whether it might offend her. You love to think for your girls but Megan is different. She gives you the carefree attitude that your girls all want for you. And with this carelessness you embrace her cheeks, squeeze them a little and kiss her greedily. Immediately you feel her arms close around you and her body move. You’ve known each other for most of your lives, knowing exactly how your partner will move and what he will do. It feels so easy with Megan on top of you.
“Finn?” she breathes with hot breath in the brief second your lips part.
“God I love you so much” you reply and kiss her again. You press your lips to her, holding her body tightly and feeling her wild heartbeat thundering in her chest.
“Finn?” Only now do you realize she’s asked you a question. Blinking several times, you shake your head and clear your throat.
“Sorry. What is it?” Her smile is like that of an angel. She has so much understanding in her, but you also see the glint of lust in her amorous gaze.
“I want to be there for you” she murmurs, looking down at you. “You’ve done so much. Please let me give you something in return.” You don’t have to tell her there’s nothing to pay back anymore. Once because you’re so horny for your sister that you’re almost dying, the other because she knows exactly what you’re thinking.
“I won’t be able to hold back for long” you simply say instead and have to grin as your girl shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t care if it takes ten seconds or ten hours, I’m going to make you cum, and if it kills me.” You both have to giggle as her weight shifts and Megan gets down on her knees next to you. She bends over your body as you rest your arm on her slightly moving back. Her fingers tremble just a tiny bit in anticipation as she unbuttons your pants and grips your spear with her hand. You’re already a little worried about your stability as Megan nudges your throbbing shaft with the tip of her nose and chuckles happily.
“I keep my mouth shut on the subject today” you say with a grin, but then quickly draw air into your lungs as you feel her breath on your boner.
“Will you hold my hair?” you hear from your lap and quickly look down. There’s Megan, one hand wrapped around your cock and moving slowly up and down, the other holding her hair out of her face. Her smirk is so beautiful it almost makes you come. Slowly you raise your other hand and run your fingers through her hair. “But don’t mess up my locks. I want to look beautiful for you.” You can only sound out your answer as her lips touch your glans. Megan is all softness, kissing you in your most sensitive spot while you hold her hair in your hand. Only a few strands fall into her face, but neither of you cares as she parts her lips and drops a portion of spit onto your tip. Satisfied, she watches the glitter in the dark, then bends down over you again. She takes her time, being diligent and thorough as her lips move deeper and deeper. You don’t want to hurt her but still your wombat doesn’t hold back. Her body is relaxed and still at first while she slides up again and again briefly and breathes through her nose. But like her sisters, Megan is a fighter and soon dives lower and lower on you. You caress her back with your hand, feeling the texture of this beautiful dress of hers, while the other just holds her hair but applies no pressure. Still, you feel her muscles tense and her back stiffen as she goes down another inch or two.
“Megan” you just say, not wanting to suggest anything. You’d be satisfied with a simple kiss, too. But fuck, this feels so good. And Megan knows it. Breathing heavily, she comes up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“I want this” she just says, looking at your cock which already has her saliva running down on it. “I want to be there for you.” You and your middle sister have formed a bond all your own, and so she’s just grateful as your hand pushes her body back down with very light pressure.
“And I need you with me.”
“Than…” she wants to say, but then has to part her lips. Megan wants to please you and while the night envelops you in darkness and blackness your world is full of light and color. A soft ‘gack’ escapes her throat as she almost makes it. Quite the big brother, your hand holds back at her head again as she continues to try to take you inside her and the other wanders further down her body to her butt. Your fingers wander firmly and steadily over one of her butcheeks and drive a softly moan from her. She has almost made it but not quite yet. Again she comes up for air and looks at you with a mixture of love, lust and determination. She really wants to make it, wants to show you that she’s yours and you’re hers. Your hand wanders along her side and as she dives back down, her hands wrapped around the base of your boner, you slowly pull her white dress up. A hoarse giggle filters past your part as she slowly swings her butt from side to side. Then your fingers touch her bare skin just above the base of her rear entry and your sister goes completely still. She pauses with your spear about a third of the way down her throat and enjoys your fingers on her head with closed eyes while your other hand slowly penetrates under her panties. Your fingers run over her butt and touch her skin while your girlfriend strains to take you deeper and deeper inside her. She briefly stiffens as your touch moves over her tight hole. Anal sex with Megan is very intense and you have not forgotten your experiences with her. But today you’re not about doing something special with her or making her do something that’s good for her. Together with Megan you manage to make her the perfect sister and you the perfect brother. If Megan wants to feel your skin on the tip of her nose you will help her and on the contrary your girl knows that everything is perfect without her having to do anything really special for you. It is simple sex between two people who love each other very much.
The playground symbolizes your connection that goes back so far and the solution to one of the biggest problems in both your lives, the fear of not finding your place. It is exciting to have sex at night in a public place and maybe adventurous Megan enjoys the game too. For you, it’s just nice to feel her lips closing strongly around your boner and the tip of her tongue playing skilfully around your tip. Then your fingers move on and find the entrance to her snatch. Of course she is not moist but wet and you are proud that you can evoke such a reaction from her. You stroke her labia with your index finger and exert enough pressure that a pleasant shiver travels down her spine. You briefly avert your eyes from the back of her head, which has just stopped moving and is waiting for your next move, and let your eyes wander down her back. Megan has spread her legs slightly and is pushing through her back so that her butt is arching upwards. The hem of her dress hangs loosely around her waist and your hand has already moved her panties so far that her butt presents itself to you like two bright hemispheres against the dark background. Shaking your head you look at this miracle until her butt moves again under your hand. Blinking, you come to your senses again.
“Sorry” you grin and move your fingers again. Megan breathes a little harder, maybe tries to laugh, but then lets out a soft moan past your boner as your index finger passes through her wet and noisy entrance. Immediately the trembling you find so cute sets in again. Megan is definitely the sister of Millie. The two of them have the same approach when they want something badly, here’s your cum in her mouth and soon the world around you blurs while only soft smacks and gasps reach your ears and little rivulets of love juice drip over your fingers onto the sandy surface of the turntable. Another ‘gack’ reminds you how hard Megan is trying. “You’re doing perfect darling” you murmur, stroking her head as your finger penetrates deeper inside her, touching her walls and moving in and out of her. You feel her inner walls, feel her muscles twitch and her insides squirm. Megan is in heaven. “You’re so fantastic.” Your brain can barely string ten more words together but you notice how Megan responds to them. It’s your words, not just your finger inside her, that makes her twitch. “I love you. I want…fuck…I want to be…with you…for…shit…always.” You clench your teeth, almost painfully, as Megan frantically works on you. It’s so unnaturally quiet in your world while your sister pleases you. “You’re…so good.” You realize how much she enjoys your words. Whenever you tell her how much you like her, she speeds up her work, becoming more determined and purposeful, more devoted. Her head jerks rhythmically back and forth, you feel her throat close around you, she gags and coughs. Wet slime hangs from her chin and wets your thighs. “We are… there… are… determined… aaahfuuuck…” In a moment, you’re there. Your legs twitch, your shoulder muscles tense as you lay your head back in your neck. Then Megan suddenly becomes very gentle. First she waits a second and you feel her breath on your skin. You don’t know how long she has been taking you in, but she doesn’t seem to care about that now that she thinks something else is important. Slowly she pulls you out of her, running her tongue all over your lance until only your tip is left in her mouth.
“God Megan…” you gasp in near panic. “What are you doing?” You laugh nervously which doesn’t really sound manly. But now you’re not a man. You’re a lover and a brother. Of course you want to be the man in the relationship but now… brother sounds better. And of course Megan knows that. She kisses your glans again long and gently, stroking your hot and sensitive lance with her thumb. Your balls have already contracted, just waiting for the final stroke, painfully ready to blow gloriously. “What are you doing?” you ask again with a wry grin while Megan lifts her head, very slowly, just looking at you. She jerks you off gently, keeping your tension at unbearable levels while her eyes rest calmly and gently on you. “Did I say something wrong?” Your voice is about to break but before even the hint of something bad settles over this perfect situation your sister opens her mouth.
“No… God no…” she whispers, her lips barely moving. “You are so perfect for me Finn… brother…” Her eyes flicker and briefly she lowers her gaze, smiling blissfully. Then she looks at you again and you widen your eyes. “You’re my man. No matter what, I’m yours forever.”
Your juice spurts into her face. Several strong, long spurts. You moan and twitch while your fingers drive over the sandy surface below you. Just her words made you come, the idea of her, the memory of what was, the knowledge of what is, and the certainty of what is yet to come. Just as you drove her with your words, now you give her the reward. Megan doesn’t blink as your juice splashes her face. Once across her nose, then her cheek and neck. On her shoulder, then again on her cheek, over her ear and a little into her hair. Megan strokes your boner and looks you in the eye while you pump yourself dry with all your might. Finally, the last remnants of your load land on her hand and you come down from your high after endless seconds.
“Shit…” you breathe and slowly rock back and forth while your strength leaves you. Your back bends and you slump forward. You become so weak that you have to put your hand on her smeared shoulder, the one from which her dress has slipped. Megan is patient, holding your piston while it slowly slumps down and gives you the best handjob of your life. Or maybe… wordjob? Your grin hangs crooked and messy on your sweaty face but then you manage to lift your head. Megan smiles as your juice runs down her face and lands in her lap. “Fuck…” You don’t have many words at your disposal tonight, and you’re just glad to be able to get what you want to say across to her anyway. Megan understands you. “That…uh…sorry for…” She shakes her head slowly. Strands of cum hang from her chin and nose. You’d kiss her right now if she told you. “Was it good for you, too?” The question has to be, and Megan grins a little wider. The corners of her mouth tug up a millimeter, maybe two. Briefly, she makes sure you won’t fall over before letting you go. Slowly she sits back down on your lap and you feel the rumpled fabric of her dress slide over your smeared shaft. You are still so sensitive down there that this time it is you who shudders with satisfaction.
Megan seems beside herself as she looks at you. A strand of your juice runs over her eye but still her eyes are only on you. Then you feel her fingers on your arms, she has put her hands gently under your shoulders and now encloses them on both sides. Then they slide down to your hand which has slipped powerlessly from her shoulder. She lifts it with both hands. Her fingers play on your skin while your paw rests powerlessly in her hands. Then she lifts it to her lips. She kisses each of your fingers gently and lovingly, caresses you, and then patiently and thoroughly licks up the traces of your love, taking them in. Fascinated, you watch as Megan cleans you, not only of your cum but also of your worries. Carefully and slowly she turns to every inch of your smeared hand until you feel warm. She licks each of your fingers, sucking each of them clean and kissing it before turning her attention to your palm and the back of your hand. Still she hasn’t said a word and that doesn’t change as she places your clean hand in your lap. Your eyes travel down each other’s. Your cock stands up semi-stiff, exhausted, sore and sensitive but still aroused. With a blissful smile, Megan grabs the hem of her dress and gently runs it over your boner. You moan as she touches you and you feel the silk against your skin but Megan is thorough and careful as usual. She takes her time, for several minutes, until she is satisfied with the result. Slowly you put your piston back in your pants which is not easy for you, especially because you only have eyes for Megan. The spurts of cum have by now mixed into an almost even layer on her face and again her hands move down. Calmly Megan wipes her dress first over her one cheek, then the other, then her eyes, nose and mouth. Finally some strands of her hair. Last the ears and again the mouth since apparently somehow something has landed in her nose. You have to snort as she crinkles the tip of her nose, but then become quiet again. Megan has a sacred duty and you’ve never seen her like this before. She lifts her silky dress to her mouth and doesn’t lick, she kisses away the stains of your juice. She doesn’t suck, she takes it in. Again, she takes her time and you caress her thighs while she completes her work.
Then you sit opposite each other. Your mouth is slightly open and your eyes rush over her face, trying to take in everything of this wondrous angel only to lose yourself again in the endless loving depths of her eyes. The streetlights illuminate you a bit but the darkness doesn’t scare you. Then your sister lifts your hand again and places it on her clean, soft, warm cheek.
“Megan.” That’s all you can say.
“Thank you.” That’s all she needs to say. She’s leaning against you, dressed as well as she can be, and has your arm wrapped around hers. Her tousled hair falls over her shoulder and yours, and her bow sits askew in her hair. “Finn?” You can only look at your girl, and again it takes a smile from her before you realize she’s asked a question.
“Yes?” For a brief moment, her eyes lose focus and wander around the dark, nighttime playground. “Do you want me?” You’re already wrenching your mouth open, and there’s only one answer to that. “All of me? Really all of it?”
“I’ve fallen in love with everything about you Megan. Always have.” The most beautiful smile flits across her face. Determination.
“Then you only have to do one thing for me Finn. Just one thing I want from you and I’m all yours. Body, mind and soul.”
“You know the answer Megan” you say and now you’re back to being the man you want to be. Megan has made a man out of you. A man who would do anything for her.
“Then take me home.” You have to smile. You would have done anything for her but taking her ‘home’ is something normal. Something you would have done anyway. Something that has to happen, because Megan lives there, with you. And this is the price you have to pay to keep her with you. Doing something normal, unimportant, that you would have done anyway, that you want to do and are looking forward to. That is love.
Together you walk the streets at night. Megan is hanging on your arm and won’t let go while you talk to Maureen on the phone. The poor girl has almost gone crazy and your wombat hears her clamoring through the phone connection.
“I really crashed that night, didn’t I?” she grins sheepishly as you stroll through the streets past your childhood memories.
“Not for me, and not for anyone else,” you say, and Megan understands.
“But you had a date with Karen today” she says, pouting a little. It’s a good pout though as she feels safe.
“Karen is an adult and understands that” you say and you are sure about your words. Of course, not everything went according to plan today…nothing at all, in fact. But still, the day – you look at your watch – yesterday was a success.
“And Maureen?” Megan doesn’t let up, which speaks for her.
“Maureen is our sister Megan,” you say firmly. “She’s happy for you and me that we found each other.” There’s no other way to describe your experience with your wombat. “She knows it was important and she’s not mad at you.”
“I believe you, big brother.” The way your sister expresses her trust in you always inspires you and you know you have to do more for Megan to honor her. For all your girls. As you get closer and closer to your home, you consider a plan.
“Megan?” Your sister turns to face you. “We’ll figure out a way for all of us to live out our relationship as best we can without blowing our secret,” you tell her firmly. “I’m not going to let you or any of my other girlfriends come up short or have to wonder if she did the right thing.”
“We could maybe set an order or something” your wombat muses. “A different girl every night. But I’m sure that would come up soon. The problem is not time I think. We all like to wait for you Finn. You are our sweet lovable well endowed friend.” Lovingly she nuzzles you in the side. It’s just like old times. Except for the sex.
“What do you suggest?” Megan sighs wistfully and looks up at the stars above you.
“This is a big country. We could just disappear. Far away. To some island where no one will find us.” She turns to you. “All of us. Your sisters and everyone who loves you. We wouldn’t have to hide.”
“Wouldn’t you miss your friends? Your family?” You have to say that. It’s not a lie but if Megan suspected you had the exact same desire you and your girls would be on a plane tomorrow.
“My friends all want to be with you. And you’re my family. You, Maureen, Millie and everyone else.” Her hand closes a little tighter around your arm. You know your sister’s signs well but even a blind man would see what’s going on inside her right now. “And I want to make it official Finn.” You can’t help but grin.
“I understand you perfectly honey.” You give her a peck on the cheek. “I feel the same way.”
“I just want you to know that I have your back Biggie. Completely and totally. Just say the word and…you know.” It’s cute to see Megan blush. The girl can let you cum on her face and take your juice in like holy oil, but when she’s talking about marriage and love itself, she’s the jittery nervous girl you know just as well as the depraved whore she sometimes is.
“Hey.” Your house is only a few hundred yards away when you spin Megan around and pull her close to you in the beam of a streetlight. “We can do this.” Your lips press firmly to hers and Megan stands on her tiptoes, pulling herself up to be close to you. “We can do anything.” Her smile is answer enough and as you walk toward the warm light of your home your thoughts are together.
“Bloody hell Megan!” screeches Maureen from a long distance away, coming running towards you.
“Here we go!” mutters your wombat, sounding amused, maybe a little remorseful but definitely not angry. “Maureen I’m so…” That’s as far as your sister gets as your big sister throws herself into her arms like she’s playing football.
“I’m so sorry Megan!” exclaims Maureen, seemingly trying to squash your wombat. “It was just stupid talk. Please believe it! I don’t want to talk bad about you anymore! I didn’t mean it!” You watch from a short distance as Megan clings to Maureen like a play doll, struggling to speak at the top of her clenched lungs the words Maureen needs to hear. Then you feel a light touch on your shoulder and turn around. Emma is standing behind you.
“You okay?” she asks quietly, relieved to see you grinning.
“I guess so,” you nod at her and look at the two sisters, one of whom seems to want to make a wrestling match out of the hug. The other just laughs hoarsely which quickly turns into a cough and rubs her big sister’s back reassuringly. “We talked.”
“And is Megan still mad at herself?” The fact that Emma has been very close friends with Megan for a long time still can’t explain the unnatural gift the girl with the cute snub nose and glasses has for knowing exactly what’s going on in the people around her.
“I think still a bit” you speculate, “It didn’t do her any good.”
“It wasn’t your fault, though,” Emma whispers, stroking your hand. You expect her to enclose your fingers with hers right away but that doesn’t happen. “It’s nobody’s fault.” You nod and look down at her hand. Emma not seeking physical contact is new to you but unacceptable. So you do what your elf doesn’t and hold her hand.
“Still, we need to do something. I need to be there more for all of you.” Emma seems understanding. She’s the one you’ve neglected the most out of all of them, you know that. And she’s the one who’s the most understanding of you. “For you too, Elfie.” Emma blushes, looks down at the floor, and then kisses you quickly on the cheek while her fingers finally close around yours as well.
“I’ve already put Millie and Denise to bed” she says, even grinning a little cheekily. “Denise insisted on wearing her collar and I didn’t know if I could let her. So I said she could decide.”
“Sounds good,” you nod, “Thanks for being there for those two.” Her smile comes from the heart, but also seems a little awkward which only makes her seem sweeter. As Megan fights for her life beside you and Maureen won’t stop talking you feel your elf spin you around slightly.
“There’s someone else who needs you, though.” You kiss her on the mouth and tickle the tip of her nose with yours. “I’m looking forward to being there for you,” you say, but then notice Emma glancing to the side. You follow the path of her eyes to the front door.
Karen Grant stands inside, indecisive and hesitant, dressed in a short red dress and knee-length black socks on her feet, a small brown handbag over her shoulder. Her form is bathed in light from your house and she looks simply stunning. You have to concentrate not to fall on your face as Emma pushes you towards the light figure but as her face peels out of the bright backlight you realize how worried and almost shy the sex bomb of the school looks at you.
“Hey,” you greet her and grin. That’s great! That’s probably exactly what she wants to hear right now. “Now that’s what I call a first date, huh?” What are you doing? Shut up! But the truth is you’re incredibly embarrassed to let the situation get out of your hands like this.
“Hey,” Karen says, saying nothing back to the second part of your greeting. You continue to approach her until you’re standing in front of her, the sounds of your sisters behind you and the warmth of your home at her back. But she makes no move to come closer to you.
“I’m not going to lie to you. I’m really glad I found Megan. She’s important to me.”
“I understand.” Karen sounds crestfallen, and you understand why.
“It brings certain… challenges to live the way I do,” you say apologetically. You find yourself in a crazy position between relief at having helped Megan find her place and the guilt it brings for your other girls. “But I’m not trying to neglect any of you.” Your drill sergeant looks at you skeptically and shakes his head. Just that he’s seen fit to pop back into your mind alarms you.
“You don’t,” Karen says, fighting a smile onto her face. “I have to say how Emma handled your little sister and Denise incredibly well. She really is born for this.” You share a short laugh that warms your heart but longer than the girl across from you. “Those two aren’t really hard to handle now, though.”
“We make a good team and without the girls’ help, none of this would be possible.”
“Yes,” Karen says with the end of the word being drawn out by her tense intake of breath. Her face is really beautiful, incredibly beautiful. But there’s a shadow on it, and you know it was you who sent it there.
“You look really lovely” you tell her the truth, already congratulating yourself on not stuttering or drooling in the face of tonight and the overwhelming superiority of her beauty. Therefore, you are even more startled when the girl scowls at you.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks you reproachfully.
“Uh…” is all you can do, and you look around helpfully at your sisters, who haven’t noticed what you’ve been up to.
“Why do you think I’m beautiful?” What is this? But neither you nor your drill sergeant have an answer. Something is going wrong here.
“Uh… because you’re pretty?” Karen snorts, and a vague chill settles in your stomach.
“So what? What did my beauty get me, anyway?”
“Karen, I don’t know what I did wrong…” Dude, how stupid are you? You guys were on a date today and you stood her up for another girl! Shit…
“You? What you did wrong?” Her shrill voice finally draws the attention of the other girls. Emma is closest to you and turns around just before Maureen spins Megan around in the process. “Finn… Fuck…” The dismay you see in her eyes hits you. “You think this is about you?” This time you don’t say anything, which is the right thing to do, even if you do it out of surprise, not calculation. “How can you stand here and compliment me? You think I’m beautiful? Megan is, too. Only unlike me, she manages to solve problems, not create them.” Now you begin to understand. “Look,” she follows up, stinging you. “I think it’s nice of you to take care of me. And…” She can’t look you in the eye. “And I think we’d make a great… couple.” Then her eyes do meet yours and you see the resignation in her eyes. “But I’m not doing you or your friends any good. I have no idea what I’m actually doing here, okay? I mean, shit, I panicked and questioned Maureen and ruined everything. It was a stupid idea to think I would fit into your life.” With those words, she pushes past you out the door before you can react. When Karen wants something, she usually gets it, and now she seems to want to get out of here as quickly as possible.
“Karen,” you call after her and actually manage to stop her in her tracks. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” You don’t want to order her to stay or push her to do anything. “We’ll find a way. If you want.” The last words almost stick in your throat. You don’t see the beautiful girl in front of you drooping her shoulders, unable to look at you again. You see a girl who is a good match for you and whom you both have only known about for a short time, a girl who would like to open up to you and whom you have left hanging. “I want to get to know you.” You don’t dare say more, you’ve actually already gone too far, even if you know exactly the feelings you have for her.
“Thank you.” Karen then starts moving again and approaches Megan, Maureen and Emma, who just stare at their friend. “I apologize for my behavior,” the beauty queen murmurs, making you nod appreciatively. Neither of you think that Karen is actually to blame for the evening but you also understand that she has to figure it out for herself if….
“Are you stupid?” All right, here’s how it goes. Of course, it’s Megan holding her friend by the arm.
“Megan!” exclaims Emma in horror at the harsh tone and brusque gesture. But then you too raise your eyebrows in amazement.
“Right!” exclaims Maureen as well, grabbing the girl’s other arm.
“What…?” You can see the confusion in her as the girl finds herself pinned. With harsh movements, your sisters circle their prey and you step a little closer to the group. “Megan… I meant I’m sorry. What else am I supposed to…”
“Oh come on” your wombat counters so harshly you take a step towards the group. “Fucking with each other is something we can do on our own.”
“What do you want from me? What do you want…?” Karen looks from Maureen to Megan while the two sisters exchange glances. Then they let go of the girl in their midst but while Megan talks at her, Maureen blocks her retreat away from the house.
“We all know you have the hots for my brother” Megan states the obvious and even you just shrug. “And he’s into you, too.”
“How could he not?” says Maureen, grinning, while Emma, a little startled, flees to your side and grabs your hand again.
“It’s not that” Karen tries to explain.
“That’s right. You think you’d be bad for us. It’s okay.” Megan looks like she can’t decide whether to laugh out loud or shake her head in dismay. In the end, she does both. “But today was primarily between me and my big sister and didn’t really have anything to do with the group or you.”
“But I did…” Now Maureen inserts herself into the conversation.
“You asked me for advice, and I made a mistake.”
“And I also made a mistake by reacting the way I did before.” The two sisters look at each other and you mutter out a soft curse as you see the friendship in their eyes.
“I’m sorry Megan,” Maureen says. “I was an idiot.”
“I was an idiot too. Please forgive me” Megan counters and the two shake hands.
“Shit…” mumbles Emma now too, wincing a little as she realizes what words she used.
“You said it honey” you grin shaking your head and walk up to the three friends. Along with your sisters, you now really circle Karen who looks around between you in confusion.
“My little brother is the first to put you above him, that shouldn’t surprise you” Maureen says and looks at you lovingly. Still you don’t know what your sisters plan to do with poor Karen.
“But you know me” Megan adds. “I’m not that nice.”
“Listen girls” Karen begins, raising her hands. “I really don’t want to get in between you guys, okay? This has been a stupid night and I don’t want to ruin it any further.”
“You didn’t ruin the evening though” Megan cuts her friend off. “Even I didn’t done it, did I Maureen?” Big sister shakes her head resolutely.
“With the life we lead, things like that happen sometimes” you say, now sensing that you’re not done for the evening. “And I look forward to whatever my friends can give me.”
“Even nagging and screaming” Megan grins and strokes her friend’s arm. She seems to be starting to catch on too and notices how your three bodies keep circling her and getting closer. Her face actually turns red when she first looks at your sisters and then at you. In her looks you recognize the feelings you already know. What else should Karen feel but huge excitement, a big shock, disbelief that her friend and her sister are touching her in a lewd way but also the giddy lust that flows towards you under a thick veil of restraint as your eyes meet.
“Finn…” As your sisters slowly but firmly lead Karen inside, she gives you another glance over her shoulders. Her eyes are as big as saucers and her mouth is slightly open, but you see the sparkle in her eyes.
“You’re making progress” you hear from your side and look to your elf. Questioningly, you look at her. “You no longer ask permission before taking one of us into your harem.” To you, this sounds like a perfectly justified slap in the face, a reminder that you are mortal, that you have a responsibility. But Emma just smiles at you, overjoyed.
“Do you want to come up?” What kind of stupid question is that? Yeah, your drill sergeant is really back, but Emma has got her act together. Literally. She looks all shy again, takes a deep breath and puts her delicate fingers in your crotch. Carefully, she feels your cock.
“Megan must have given you quite a trial, didn’t she?” she asks softly, withdrawing her hand from you. You’re actually not quite stiff yet, but think you’ve found the reason in the excitement of the evening, not disinterest in one of your girls. Still, it’s been a busy day.
“She just gave me a handjob,” you think, shrugging your shoulders. Dude. Shut up! Anything less than perfection is failure! But Emma doesn’t see it that way.
“I’m all yours honey” she whispers and her voice is so warmer than the cool evening air, her eyes brighter than the stars in the sky. “Will you allow me to be there for you today as you were there for your sisters?” Your entire vocabulary is reduced to just one word.
“Yes.” You sound hoarse, raspy.
“Concentrate today entirely on Karen and the two Furies who want to do better.” Her words have truth in them. But still, you can’t deny that you miss Emma. But even though she probably didn’t want to hear it, you can’t deny your elf anything. She’s yours, my ass…
“I will.” Emma Jackson looks pleased, but the shadow on her face must be there for only half a second, you see it anyway. You have to do something. First thing tomorrow! While the lights are already going out in the hallway, so your friends are already in one of the rooms, you say goodbye to Emma.
The hug is different from what you are used to. At first your girlfriend wants to hurry up, you still have to have sex with three other women today. But then you hold her with your arms and press her against you with so much strength that she feels your desire to be near her. You both giggle as she pats you companionably on the back, but then her arms close around you as well and you just stand there for some time, her head on your shoulder, the smell of her hair in your nose. You want to say a lot to her but Emma is getting better at the discipline Megan does so well and you talk without words. Finally you let go of each other. Your shoulder has left a red mark on her cheek that Emma lets her fingers glide over and you pluck one of her long hairs from your tongue. Again you giggle but this time it is lighthearted and free. Before Emma disappears into the night, she turns around once more.
“Finn? Do you think… uh… You and Karen… and I…” You shake your head in amusement.
“I’ll ask her. But I think we will. Especially if Megan and Maureen have anything to say about it.” Emma smiles contentedly, making you feel good. Then she’s gone.
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