by Writing Shark
Peace in our time
Your princess is watching eagerly while you and your wombat make the bed shake. She has her hands between her tights while Megan bounces under you with a manic grin on her face. By now Millie hardly needs any help to satisfy herself but Maureen still knows a trick or two and you look at her with mock severity as she instructs your littlest sister to pinch her nipples while she comes. Her shrill whimpering before and relieved laughter after her orgasm is music to your ears and the sound goes well with Megan and der sometimes loud, sometimes soft moans. Her ass is tight and inviting and as you keep your hands on her warm flesh the music in the background drowns out the slapping of your bodies. Megan gets her orgasm a few minutes later while you sink deep inside her and feel her wetness running down her thighs. You run your fingers over her trembling skin, collecting her moisture and guiding it to her mouth.
“May I too?” Millie wants to know, looking at you with that charming shyness you love about her. You act as if you have to think, but you know that she already had her tongue inside Megan. Nevertheless, her joy is not played as you agree and Millie takes your fingers, wet from Megan, into her mouth. She sucks on you with pleasure while Maureen stiffens next to you. She is one of the few girls you don’t have a concern with when she comes without you doing anything. She’s your big sister and seeing her eyes dart back and forth between you and your other siblings during her orgasm is enough for a few more deep thrusts and even more passion for Megan. After you pull out of her and your juices begin to quietly trickle out of her opening, Maureen gleefully takes over the job Megan held in the shower and cleans her sister of your juices.
“Good girls” you grin, feeling like the king of the world once again. It’s a familiar feeling but one that still has its own unique appeal. Seeing three girls lolling under your contentedly flaccid cock, the corners of their mouth smeared with your cum, sweating, madly in love and above all, infinitely satisfied and happy, makes you what you’ve always wanted to be. There could only be one solution, you realize. How stupid was I to think a harem wouldn’t be a good idea. Your thoughts bring you back to the topics you have excluded with your orgy with your sister for delicious hours. But now you are the harem leader and brother again. “I need to talk to you,” you say as Mille wraps herself in pleasure in the blanket on the bed. Megan pulls a pair of short sweatpants over her inviting ass and Maureen adjusts her battered bra. The girls look at you.
“Mom?” asks Megan knowingly, and you nod.
“That too.” Then you take a deep breath.
“Tell us what you want us to do,” Maureen says, sounding more like Millie than herself, in love and jittery, happy.
“What we just did we will do many, many… fuck, many times in our lives,” you say, looking forward to it. “But not anytime soon.” The reaction is understandable. The girls are disappointed, not only because you make them feel good, but because they also enjoy being close to you.
“I know,” Megan murmurs, feeling her belly with shallow touches. But she’s your middle sister and has the luxury Millie and Maureen didn’t have for different reasons. “I could punch mum in the face for that.” And Millie and Maureen nod, making you realize the gravity of the situation.
“She’s just doing what she thinks is best,” you think.
“You are what’s best for us, Finn” Megan defies you with righteous anger. “Everyone sees that, everyone knows that.” And you nod.
“But you’re looking out for us,” says Maureen, the girl most likely of all of you to feel anger for your stepmother. “We’re his sisters,” she says to the group. “We do what he says.” Your lance twitches and your heart bleeds with love while your older sister watches you with a satisfied smile.
“We’ll find a solution to this situation, I promise you,” you say in a firm voice from which your girls simply know that it is the truth. “These are going to be hard times for us. We can’t keep falling over each other at every opportunity. That goes for the other girls too.”
“Lucky Emma,” Millie grins but also nibbles her lip at the thought of what her harem sister can do.
“And what about Denise,” Megan says somewhat accusingly to her absent mother. “She fucking needs you. She needs to have sex with you, to be close to you.” She gives you a quick hug and looks up at you. “We all need the closeness.”
“I’ll figure something out,” you say again. “I promise you that.” You look around the room. “Trips, hotels, sleepovers, vacations, other friends, excuses. We’ll have our time together. Right now it’s just dangerous with so many girls in the house.” As if on cue, there’s your secret knock at the door. Apparently, Denise has come out of her room. Millie opens the door to her friend.
“Was it good?” asks your kitten over the music. Then she comes to her senses. “Stupid question, sorry.” She smirks.
“Would you like another turn?” asks Millie, looking at you eagerly. “I could prep you and Finn could…” Then she remembers what you said, and seeing her grab her friend’s hand apologetically hurts. “We should have invited you.” But Denise shakes her head.
“It’s okay. I’ve had enough of him.” She hugs you, too, and nods eagerly when you ask if she’s okay. You also tell her what the coming restrictions are and realize that Denise doesn’t think for a moment that she might be shortchanged. She understands that you are also with the other girls and you thank your lucky stars that it is so.
“As for our mother…”
“We’ll tell her I cried,” Millie says neutrally, looking around the room. “I don’t like to lie, b-but you guys are more important to me.” A soft smile flits across her lips and she turns a little red in the face. “T-That we can do this…again s-soon.”
It’s really not a nice feeling to lie to your mother but your princess nailed it. The mistress of the house is waiting for you in the kitchen, and the half-empty glass of red wine on the kitchen counter indicates her state of mind. When she sees the four of you, she stands up but doesn’t approach you. You don’t know if Megan or Maureen, both of whom have feared for their relationship with you, see the woman as you do, but you recognize the concern in her gaze. She would love to run to her children but doesn’t. Torn between her duty and her desire to see her children happy, you don’t know if she knows what is happening in her family, suspects it, or maybe even turns a blind eye. Your stepmother is a strong woman and putting her on the same level as Miss Van Buren pains you, but the alternative is no better. Knowing that your perfect life and that of your girlfriend has now taken a definite sacrifice, you sit down at the table with her.
“Was Millie crying?” your mother asks you, either because she knows her daughter or she knows you and your tactics. You nod your head. “I just want what’s best for you,” she says and Megan already wants to say something, catches her breath and this time Maureen doesn’t hold her back. Your wombat herself keeps herself under control, surely not for her mother but for you.
“Mom, I love you. And so do Millie and Finn. Shit, even Maureen loves you, okay? We’re a family, that’s true. But Finn is our brother and we’re not going to give that up. Me and Millie and Maureen are what we are only because of him.” There’s a long silence in the Lynchwood house.
“Language young lady,” is all your mother says, and you’ve never seen her smile like that before. Some things are better left untouched. Then the woman of the house rises, sweeps her hair back like Megan learned from her, and fixes you with her eyes. You have to swallow. “You’re with your girlfriend today, right?” You nod.
“Emma and I are babysitting her brother.”
“Isn’t he fourteen?” A grin, just like the ones of Millie, flits across her lips. Then she crosses her arms in front of her chest, as Maureen always does.
“That’s why I want to help Emma. Her brother hates it.” Your mother gives you another long look, and you know something’s going on behind her eyes, but aren’t smart enough to decipher it.
“Good for him,” she finally says. “That you’re there.” She exhales slowly, looks at the wine glass, and dumps the remaining half of red liquid into the sink. “And good for me.” She turns to her daughters. “What do you say we cook something nice tonight and then gather in front of the TV?”
“We’ll wait for dad like we used to,” Megan grins. “A girls’ night out without boys.” Maureen puts her hand on your shoulder,
“Sorry bro, but I’m behind that.” Millie looks at you and without words lets you know she knows. Your ‘defeat’ doesn’t feel like one.
“If I tell Emma, you all have to answer to her” you mean, including your mother.
Finally, evening has fallen and you are sitting in your car in front of the Jackson family home. Like the Lynchwood family, the Jacksons have given their child’s partner a warm welcome, and the father of Emma has also said that finally it happened. Apparently everyone in and out of your life knew that you and Emma belonged together, a fact you don’t deny, but one that pisses you off a bit, since it took you so long to finally decide on the obvious. Now you are a little nervous, especially because you are late. The twenty minutes are due to the wet blowjob of Megan in the shower who has sneaked up to you with eagernes and a shy smile which portrayed her excuse for breaking the rules so early. You didn’t said it wouldn’t happen at all, right? Now you already see shadows behind the brightly lit windows of the Jackson residence and hurry to get out of your car. Nevertheless, the few seconds of preparation are necessary, because you want to make a good impression in front of your elf’s family. Hair okay? Check. No stinky breath? Check. Cell phone in your pocket? Check… and… you roll your eyes. It must have been Maureen, your older, caring sister, who put the condoms in your pocket. There’s a little note stuck in there, too. Like you’d use those but maybe for the parents. No funny ideas bro. And a winking smiley and some lewd drawings of male reproduction organs with some ejaculate. You shake your head in amusement and knock on the door. It opens immediately and you pull your hand out of your pocket, startled. The father of Emma is standing in front of you.
“Finn my boy” he greets and pulls you into the apartment. “You’re late.” There is no malice in his voice.
“Sorry mister Jackson. My sisters…”
“I know that from Emma and William” the man just waves it off and looks at you instead. “So what are you two up to tonight?”
“I think we’re going to have a nice evening with William,” you say with a shrug. The boy is already fourteen and you’re certainly not going to send him to bed at nine o’clock.
“Don’t be so sure,” Mister Jackson grumbles and looks up the stairs. Then he looks at you with pity. “You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. Since he’s been hanging out with his buddies we can’t let him have the house.”
“I understand,” you say. Emma has already told you that it’s more about being present in the house so that her parents can have a nice evening for once. And they deserve it, as the two loud voices from upstairs show you.
“But I don’t feel like it!”
“But you have to!”
“Always the same shit!”
“Language William!” Mister Jackson looks at you with pity. Apparently your elf’s mother has the same problems as your mum.
“You can still run away boy” her father laughs.
“I won’t abandon your daughter,” you say and the man looks at you in a certain way.
“Good answer.” And the reward is about to come, at least after a curse from William who has just come stomping down the stairs.
“Emma! Your stupid boyfriend is here!” It’s always so damn cute to see how Emma reacts to you. First there’s a moment of silence, she realizes you’re there. Then she literally comes flying down the stairs. She jumps the last steps and throws herself into your arms with an ever louder and shriller screetch suppressed by her bright smile and white teeth. Under the benevolent gaze of her father, you whirl Emma around and press her body tightly against you, but refrain from kissing her too obviously. You like Mister Jackson, especially after your experiences with the Van Burens, and sticking your tongue down his sweet, cute, innocent daughter’s throat in front of him just isn’t the good way. Whether he knows how much his sweet, cute, innocent daughter can let herself go in front of you, how naughty and depraved she can be, you don’t know. But the man doesn’t deserve it that you of all people point it out to him. Thanks to your restraint, he gives you and his little angel a happy laugh as Emma tries to press her lips to yours again. Apparently, the restraint only comes from you.
“Glad you’re here,” your elf beams at you out of sparkling eyes. She looks simply stunning with her quickly pinned up hair, the gray T-shirt that is a few sizes too big for her and the black sweatpants and the pink half-socks on her feet on which she always slides around on the floor of the living room at your home. Her glasses are on her nose as usual and it seems she has smeared some lotion on her face because her skin shines about as much as her eyes.
“I think so too,” you say and caress her cheek briefly. Father or not, Mister Jackson’s daughter is simply irresistible and the man graciously tolerates you wanting to touch his little girl.
“Bah!” comes from behind you. William finds this display of tender closeness extremely gross. “Just disgusting.” That’s one way to put it.
“Sorry buddy,” you say before Emma or her father can react and try to get off to a good start. William knows you from seeing and a few parties and of course from what Emma and her friends have told him. In fact, he is better acquainted with Megan than with you, since your wombat has been to her friend’s house more often than you have been to, and you are a fool for not realizing what a wonder this girl is. Especially because she is now grabbing your hand. Then the last person comes down the stairs. Miss Jackson has chosen a long blue evening gown. “Wow,” is all you do. It’s a reflex as old as your affection for beautiful girls, coupled with the desire to make a good impression in the family.
“Hey,” Mister Jackson grins, nudging you in the side. “Don’t steal my thunder.” But he laughs good-naturedly, especially since Miss Jackson hasn’t caught on to your vaux pas.
“Ah good. You’re here. So, Emma, you know the rules. And William knows them, too. I want the house and neighborhood still standing when we get back. Emma, all the important numbers are on the fridge, the money for the pizza is next to it. We’ll be gone maybe five, six hours. Put your stuff away when you’re done eating. And don’t take any crap. You’re the woman of the house now. And…” Her husband gives his wife a long kiss that makes you wonder if you shouldn’t massage your girl’s tonsils with the tip of your tongue, it’s so intimate. “Honey…” breathes Miss Jackson.
“You look fantastic honey,” says her husband in love, making you and Emma grin. “Leave the kids alone. They’ll be fine. Tonight is ours.” His wife gives Mister Jackson an obdurate look.
“Do you really think I look pretty?” You and Emma have to giggle and hold your hands over your mouths as you meet Miss Jackson’s gaze. William rolls his eyes and disappears into the living room.
“Even Finn thinks you look stunning.” You get a little red in the face…as does Miss Jackson.
“Thank you Finn,” she smiles at you and clasps her husband’s hand as you do with Emma. The woman can’t quite handle the attention and… now you really have to snicker. Now you know where Emma gets her tic with the hair.
“Don’t worry Mister and Missus Jackson,” you say good-naturedly. “We’ve got everything under control. And if not, I’ll find the National Guard number off the Internet.” Emma grunts so sweetly and presses her whole body against you so that you stagger a step to the side, Emma follows you, you hold her tight.
“Okay,” Miss Jackson agrees and looks at you both. “But behave yourselves, okay?”
“Come on honey” the father supports you and pushes his wife out the door. He waves to you, then the door slams shut.
“Finally!” exclaims Emma next to you, jumping at you without warning. You catch her and hold your girl against you by her ass. Your French kiss lasts for a long time and is intense while the sounds of the TV come from the next room. “I missed you so much” Emma breathes. She looks so stunning as strands of her hair fall into her face and her eyes sparkle at you through her glasses. But also the slight red tint on her cheeks and the slightly dilated pupils tempt you to tighten your grip around her butt. But then sounds of battle come from the living room and with a groan Emma lets go of you. “Excuse me” she says softly, but then gets louder. “But my brother just can’t behave!” She storms past you into the living room and with a satisfied smile you follow her. As Emma and William fight over the remote like the Germans and Americans over Omaha Beach, you feel comfortable in your skin. You give your girl some time and enjoy the sight. It feels like family, even though Emma would surely rather be alone between your legs right now. For you, at least, it’s delightful to see your girlfriend wrestling with her brother and not acting adult at all.
“This is all bullshit,” William rumbles behind you. And in a way, he’s right. The opening scene of Private Ryan is, after all, a masterpiece by Steven Spielberg but you can still remember how angry your mother was at you when you watched the movie when you were seventeen. William is a year younger and even for you, even today, some of the scenes are not without their horror. While Emma sits at the table with her little brother and tries to cheer him up a little, you cut the three pizzas that the delivery service has brought you. “I can watch this on the internet anytime.” The boy is really pouting and you have to stifle a grin at the thought that maybe the little one is just hungry. Should you say that now, the evening would be over.
“That’s right,” you say instead and set his pizza in front of William Jackson. Then Emma follows. “I watched that movie too, even though I was too young,” you say.
“Finn!” protests Emma.
“See?!” says William as you set the pizza down for Emma. She breathes a ‘thank you’ back at you, not really angry.
“It’s not about the contents either” you explain and turn your attention to your pizza. That their parents are also paying for your meal is really nice of them, you don’t really need to be here. “It’s more about the messages. People always think war movies are just about the brutality. But what makes Private Ryan so special is the… well… ‘normalcy’ of the portrayal. The scene where the medic gets shot and realizes there’s nothing to be done about an abdominal wound… unbelievably…” You shake yourself. “Never mind. What it comes down to is the message of the movie. Are you risking ten lives for one?” Astonished, Emma watches as William starts talking to you. He asks questions and you answer him openly and honestly. A few minutes and half a pizza later, you notice Emma resting her head on her hands and looking at you dreamily as you explain to William that you watch Private Ryan not for the violence but to understand what war is really like. “If you really want to know what it means to be a soldier, to kill people and to wage war, then you should watch Generation Kill.” Then you notice the look on your girlfriend’s face, who is completely in her own world, just like William, who can’t believe that someone is talking to him like that. “But later,” you grin for Emma but are happy to have shown her brother respect. “Okay?” William nods eagerly and shoves a slice of pizza down his throat.
“You have to cut the slice,” Emma says, and William rolls his eyes as twelve inches of pizza hang out of his mouth.
“Doesn’t matter” you say, “or do you do that even when your parents are at the table?” William shakes his head and some of the toppings fall to the floor. Emma groans and is already leaning down, a cloth in her hand, but you stop her. “William, I don’t want you to do anything that’s going to annoy or upset us okay?” The boy looks at you and bites off his pizza. The rest falls back onto his plate as he chews. “I want my girlfriend to have a good time tonight and as long as you don’t cross her boundaries or mine, you can do whatever you want. Just like we won’t cross your boundaries.” Now Emma looks at you too, then at her brother.
“I bet it bugs you when I’m always trailing behind you, doesn’t it?” She asks quietly, unsure of her role herself. William nods.
“You clean up the kitchen after dinner, okay?” Again, the boy nods at your suggestion and dinner turns from a negotiation into a simple dinner between two siblings and the guy who fucks one sibling and raises the other.
“Anyone else coming up?” You and Emma turn together, both surprised.
“You mean us?” asks Emma, stunned, making William roll his eyes again. Who else could he possibly mean? Still, you can understand your girl. From what you know about her little brother, this has never happened in the last few months.
“I got the new Call of Honor,” the boy says quietly, looking almost embarrassed. You exchange glances with your elf. Together with her you stand in the kitchen and do the dishes after dinner. William has cleaned up his mess on his own and then even carried the dishes to the kitchen. You and Emma take over the rest, firmly believing that you have exhausted your luck in raising the boy. Apparently, however, you have achieved something with your manner. For a moment, you are annoyed at having opened your mouth. Not only that you now have to leave Emma alone with the work, you want to avoid that your influence is turned for William, but also because it was very romantic, in a weird way, to touch Emma every time she passed a plate to you. The fact that she wore a yellow apron is another thing and when you asked her about it she just laughed and wiggled her butt. Her feet in her socks had slithered across the floor as she moved and charmed you, as did her hairstyle, a tightly tied braid, this time without strands because of work. Yes, you would like to stay with Emma, to be with her. You miss her and it feels good to do something useful with this angel. But of course your girlfriend knows how you think.
“I’ll just finish up these few plates and wait for you with the silverware, okay?” Her smile almost makes you fall over her and this time William keeps quiet. You nod and let the boy lead you up the stairs to his room.
“You get the good controller,” he says proudly a few minutes later as you sit side by side on the sofa and you appreciate the gesture. Together with William, you finish the evening by parachuting at night over the flooded fields of Normandy, killing Nazis.
“Left flank!” you exclaim soon after. “Left flank! Where are you?”
“Right here! Wait!” The German Panzer III explodes with a bright flashfire.
“Don’t expose yourself like that! Take cover!”
“I am! Watch out! Over there!”
“Where? Oh shit!” You missed the 88-millimeter flak and paid for it with your virtual life. William does a little better but also bites the dust a few seconds later. “Sorry man” you grumble, “neglected the flank coverage.” But William isn’t sad at all.
“That was awesome!” he exclaims as the game reloads the level, beaming at you. Then, suddenly, a voice sounds from behind you.
“My boyfriend is just more of a tactician than a frontline fighter,” says Emma who looks like an angel in the backlight of the hallway. She is leaning in the doorway to William’s room and has been watching you for some time. She comes into the room with a satisfied grin but pauses. “Permission to enter the battlefield?”
“Granted” laughs William and Emma looks at you as she sits down at your feet. Who is this and what happened to my brother? You just grin and caress her hand while leaning in to peck her cheek.
“No one else ever plays with me,” says your little brother.
“I can’t imagine that your mother likes such games,” you say a bit spitefully. You don’t have that problem, Megan beats you every time at Medal of Duty and if you’re honest you’re afraid it might be the same with Emma.
“I’d love to play with you sometime,” Emma says, looking up at William as you put a hand on her shoulder and massage her neck. William looks at his big sister skeptically at first, but then grins cheekily.
“I’m going to kick your ass,” he says lightly, making Emma laugh.
“As long as we’re playing together, I don’t care.” You recognize her state of mind. As long as you’re with her, she doesn’t care what you do to her.
“You have one hell of a sister,” you tell the boy… and he nods. You play two more rounds with William while Emma strokes your leg and watches you. Finally, it’s even the little brother who brings up the subject of what’s in the air.
“Don’t you two want to get the hell downstairs?”
“We can also stay up here,” Emma says and looks at you questioningly. You agree, of course, but William is a bro and kicks you out of his room. And he’s right, you consider the haste with which Emma pulls you into the kitchen.
“What was that all about?” she asks shrilly and quietly as she clasps your hands with hers and bounces around excitedly.
“Your parents will never believe this” you laugh and hug her.
“I don’t even believe it. Finn, my brother likes me!” Again she hugs you tightly and you wrap her warm body in your arms.
“What’s not to like, either?”
“Oh you…” She wants to smack you, but only manages to cover your lips with hers. A short time later, you put her slender body onto the shelf next to you. She wraps her legs around you and covers your cheeks with kisses. “I’m so grateful to have you” she breathes, stroking her hands over your body. “William has never been like this before.”
“Don’t mention it” you wave it off but Emma doesn’t feel that way so you explain. “I talked to him. He thinks girls are dumb because they’re always so perfect.” Your bookworm’s eyes widen. “Can’t blame him with you, honey. Anyway, he thinks you don’t like him because he’s always so rude. I then told him he is confusing cause with effect and that you like him.” Emma nods eagerly.
“Can you tell him that I really like him and don’t think he’s rude?”
“You already did,” you agree, “I think after tonight he’ll understand.” You look at your watch. “Come on,” you say kindly. “We’ll clean up the silverware and then you say goodnight to him.”
All the while you exchange silverware between your latex-covered hands Emma talks about William and you listen to her over the noises of weather. It seems that you have set something off in the girl and she hardly comes to rest. Finally, you splash a few drops of water on her face and she comes to her senses, shaking and fixating on you. It feels good for her to have you around, but you also like it when she talks about her family. It doesn’t always have to be about you or your relationship and tonight has shown you that together you can do anything.
Still, you caress her cheek with your fingers as she says goodbye and goes upstairs. A spanky on the butt to show her you’re thinking of her and she disappears upstairs with a happy smile. While Emma enjoys the time with her brother you sit down on the sofa and turn on the TV. There’s an action flick on, but it’s almost over, and as a child of the communication age, it’s not long before you pull out your cell phone.
“Of course…” you grin and look around the evening room. It’s not about Emma but William, because a message from Melina Monroe can only mean one thing. “I miss our time too” you say to the image of the naked girl winking at you, her white hands intertwined with the dark hair of Giselle whose head hangs between her thighs. Glancing up, you decide it’s time to answer the girl who saved your ass, several times.
‘You seem to be having fun’ you write and the answer comes immediately.
‘Giselle is lonely.’
‘Don’t you have my gift for that?’ You grin at the thought and immediately there is a picture of the two girls, your image tucked between their cheeks. But you immediately see what Melina wants to tell you. The look of her French friend is different from what you know.
‘We both miss you. How many times do you want me to write you this?’ Oops that was direct.
‘I have to take care of my girlfriends here Melina.’ Maybe that was a bit too harsh but you want to make the girls understand that it’s not only about sex. ‘I’m helping Denise and right now Emma. Our parents are already panicking about me and my sisters. The world’s gotten a little small since we got back.’ You follow up with a sincere apology.
‘I understand.’ Just comes back and the connection remains silent. It dampens the mood a bit. You didn’t want to hit Melina that hard. Finally, Emma comes down the stairs and hugs you from behind. She presses kisses to your neck and hums contentedly.
“Who’s that?” You tell her and also the end of the conversation. “She’s not mad at you” Emma says giggling but you look doubtfully at the display. “She likes you, it’s obvious. Of course it’s silly that you’re not with her.”
“I just hope she doesn’t take it out on Giselle.” What are you talking about? It’s Melina we’re talking about here.
“How can I cheer you up, dearest?” Emma wants to know, sensing that this issue is nagging you. You can’t do anything from here, but Emma is there. And you know exactly what your elf can do to make you feel better.
“This is the best scene” says Emma, continuing to munch her microwave popcorn. Sex with her is tempting and your drill sergeant sits sulking in a corner at the moment, arms crossed and killing you with his looks. But feeling your elf’s body against you is worth the sacrifice. Emma has leaned sideways against you, resting her head on your shoulder and pulling her legs up against your body. Together you share a blanket and fight the cold of Hoth while All Terain Attack Transporters march against the Rebels. You had to turn on your gift to Emma sometime, and today is the perfect time. You’re a little upset that you didn’t start with Episode IV, but even that feeling is swept away by Emma like the Snowspeeders by General Veers. Every now and then she hands you a handful of popcorn and you put your arm around her so that her hands find a hold on your forearm.
Shortly before Luke gets his hand chopped off by his father, Emma wants to kiss you quickly. So far you’ve been playing with your feet and slowly caressing each other but your girlfriend always finds this scene too creepy. You asked why.
“It’s not that he’s his father,” Emma says. “But that Luke is so sure, that’s what I find creepy. He destroyed the Death Star and actually everything looks great. But then ‘Boom!” everything goes down the drain.” She slams her fist into her hand and you have to laugh. Then you pull her head toward you and your lips touch. Unfortunately, you can’t kiss.
“Emma?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Now don’t take this the wrong way… but you have a little bad breath.” Emma looks at you and blinks as guilt creeps up your neck.
“Well wait…” Your elf reaches out to press a kiss to your lips that, like her, isn’t nice and clean. Your girls are allowed to fight you, you know it’s just for fun. You, on the other hand, let yourself be kissed like a bitch and don’t even think about resisting. As Emma breaks away from you, you lick your lips and taste the pizza again for dinner. “It’s okay” your love laughs and swings herself up from the sofa. While she’s away you quickly text Melina and ask to be forgiven, but again only get an ‘I understand’ back. You show Emma the message who now smells of lemon from her mouth. As she makes herself comfortable on the sofa again, nestling her body against yours, she looks at your phone.
“What does she mean by that?” you ask her.
“Oh Finn,” Emma laughs. “Sometimes a girl is just a girl.” She looks at you. “Are you telling me that you’ve got a handle on William, but not a girl you’ve already put your dick in?” She giggles at the word.
“What?” You don’t think it’s all that funny, you’re worried about the girl you might have let down after all. And then there’s Giselle to put up with Melina.
“Sometimes what a girl says is just that. She misses you, but she knows she’s in the background.”
“But she was so sure of herself.”
“We’re all allowed to show weakness sometimes, Finn.” And Emma is right about that. With your eyes fixed on her, you press send a short time later. ‘I like you, Melina. I like you both. Say hello to Giselle for me. And finger yourself nicely on my behalf.’ Emma grins when she sees your text.
“Will do boss,” you read out the redheaded girl’s reply.
“There you see. She’s fine now.” You just grin and think of the dainty fingers of Melina you’ve already seen in action.
Eventually the movie is over and Emma rubs her eyes. But she doesn’t want to go to bed yet. First she has to tell you something important.
“Thank you for helping me with my brother.” For you, of course, it goes without saying. “For showing me that we can have fun together, I’m grateful.”
“I just had to push him a little in the right direction.”
“It was definitely the right direction.” Emma leans even closer to you, “And I’d like you to push me in the same direction, toward William.” You nod your head It’s late in the evening, and there are no more sounds of fighting coming from the room upstairs. But you fight your fatigue. Emma is too important.
“Don’t worry. We’ll make your little brother see you as a sister,” you say, but Emma is silent. She strokes your arms and rests her head against you while she thinks about your words.
“It’s more than that” she finally says and you don’t know how to react.
“Do you mean… Like with me and my sisters?” With the best will in the world, if Emma says ‘yes’ now, you don’t know what to do. But your elf shakes her head.
“You’re the only one I love. And I would never sleep with my brother.”
“Uh… good like that?” You chuckle nervously.
“I sleep with your sisters because I love you. And because they are, all of them, wonderful people. It doesn’t matter to me that they’re related to each other and you, Finn. I think we all owe it to you to look past those things if we want to be happy.”
“Okay.” You leave it at that. You know Emma loves you and that nothing can keep you apart. Maybe you’re just a little tired. There was something else… oh yes. “Then what did you mean by ‘There’s something more?’” Now Emma says nothing for a long time. She still has her hand on your arm but she’s not stroking anymore. Her fingers are resting quietly on your skin. Something about her changes in a way you have never seen before. Her face and body remain the same, but you feel it deep inside. Emma struggles with herself, hesitates. Maybe the point of sex and relationships even where for her to not face her issues. But Emma is Emma and she does it for you. You put a hand on her cheek and turn her head towards you. “I can’t say anything, Emma. The only thing I know is that it’s important to you. And that means it’s important to me, too. Tell me. Please.” You kiss her gently on the lips, very lightly, and she returns the gesture, very lightly. She smiles.
“I don’t dare.” You raise your eyebrows. You are not afraid as you look at your girl, and you show her that. You just wait, hoping Emma will find a solution. She smiles, somewhat pained. Then she looks deep into your eyes and her features relax.
“I want to have kids with you Finn.”
You look at each other for a long time, neither of you saying anything. It’s a silence you don’t know. It is beautiful. Only the two of you exist in this moment, and you’ve never been closer to Emma than you are right now in this moment. You should be scared, panicked. What will your sisters say? What your parents? The one of Emma? What about the money? And anyway, the future? The education? Are you starting a family? Which other of the girls want kids with you? Will that be a problem? Will it jeopardize the harem? What do you tell the children in the future?
These are all legitimate questions. But none of that matters right now. Only Emma is in front of you, your elf, your sweet, cute, somewhat perverted girlfriend. She looks you in the eye and is perfectly still. Her hand is firmly on your arm, you feel her warmth on your body while you sit on the sofa. Time seems to stand still. It’s not that you have to think, and Emma doesn’t look at you questioningly. You just look at each other, contemplate the person in front of you. You imagine Emma in the delivery room of a hospital. The birth of your child, or children, comes to mind first. Then her big belly. A new chapter. Her smile when she looks at you.
“I don’t mean now” whispers your elf as she sees your face happy. It is a contradiction in terms. She is sure of herself, but also waits for you. You say nothing, but you are not speechless. “And I know it’s not as normal as usual.” Actually, you should be in each other’s arms like on TV. In one of the movies you’ve seen. But Luke kissed Leia too. And your life is different too, and because Emma loves you, so is her life. No one blames the other. You did it willingly. And you both know it. Both know about the other’s understanding. “If the other girls agree. Only then.” Then Emma smiles, giggles, grunts, makes you happy. You stroke her arm. “I just wanted you to know.” She shrugs, tilts her head. “Setting the parameters.” You’re the man. You set yourself up to act. But Emma is just too perfect. Too sweet. Too funny. Just too Emma for you to be manly. You just need to stroke her cheek, feel her soft skin, and feel the tickle of her hair against your hand.
“I’ll make you happy Emma.” That’s all you need to say, it’s enough already.
You don’t spend the rest of the evening picking out names or worrying about the future. When the Jackson parents come home they find you and your girlfriend asleep arm in arm on the sofa. William greets them. He has sneaked into the kitchen to steal a bar of chocolate from the cupboard, but throws the trash into the garbage can as well. He tells his parents how great the day was and leaves it to his mother to wake Emma and her boyfriend.
The last thing you see before you leave the Jackson residence is Emma standing at the window waving at you. It’s getting late and you head straight home, too happy to plan. The world is perfect.
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