by Writing Shark
The role of a woman
Maureen takes some time to get ready, and you and Giselle actually manage to talk like two normal people… one of whom considers the other the unrestricted master of her life. But other than that, everything’s cool.
“Can I help you with your plans Master?” your slave wants to know while you come out of the bathroom freshly showered. It was hard – for both of you – to let you climb into the shower stall alone, but you managed it but the girl’s eyes are all too obviously directed between your legs. That’s only fair but you’re relaxed and not particularly aroused, your mind already on the next challenge you’re about to face.
“No thanks,” you reply, standing in front of your readied clothes. You grimace at the thought that you haven’t prepared very well for your next task, but the girl you want to help loves you so much anyway that it shouldn’t really matter. A quick stab of self-reproach later, you shake your head. It’s only clothes, and more importantly, you’ve told Maureen what Emma should bring. Then you look over at Giselle. “I know you could, but give me some time to pick a place for you in all of this.”
“Of course master. I obey you.” You grin stupidly and rub the back of your head. Then you shrug and pull the towel from your loins. You almost have to laugh, but it seems that the absence of Melina tempts Giselle to express her feelings more, which is a good thing. In any case, it gives your ego a boost as the girl audibly gasps when she catches sight of your naked form.
“Sorry,” you grin, but couldn’t be further from embarrassed. You like to tease Giselle, at least in that good-natured way, and it seems to do her good. “But I’m sure you’ll see more of that in the future.”
“I’m looking forward to it” she replies with awe in her voice, but then shakes her head. “Master.” You smile and slip your shirt over your body, then your underpants, shorts and socks. When Giselle has had enough opportunities to admire her master’s body you sit side by side and talk about light topics. Then you reach into your pants and pull the last twenty dollars out of your pocket.
“For eating,” you say, hand them the girl. But Giselle hesitates. “What is it?”
“Master… Is… Is that an order?” Your eyebrows draw together.
“You need to eat something Giselle” you say sternly. “There’s a store not far from here where you can take Maureen to buy something.” You make a mental note to tell your big sister to watch out for Giselle. The girl finally takes the money, wants to say something else, but then remains silent. She looks between her legs in embarrassment… and contradicts you.
“You don’t have to give me money master” she says quietly and is really ashamed of her behavior. But as a man you don’t let that sit on you. You’re too proud and too intelligent to get involved in arguments.
“It is the role of a man to take care of the girl he lo… likes, Giselle. And I want to take care of you. The role of a woman, of my women, is to let me do that.” With a smile, you take the sting out of your words. “What else am I good for in life?” It amazes you but Giselle still wrestles with herself a bit, but then nods without looking at you.
“Thank you, Master,” she says, her hands playing with the edges of the shirt you put on her this morning. Then there’s a knock at the door.
“Once time the thirteen to go” laughs Maureen as Emma pushes past her into the room and then throws herself into your arms. “Girlfriend in love to go.” Emma looks absolutely sexy in her tight nylon top and knee length nylon pants that expose her belly and accentuate her physical charms, her butt and her breasts. Her hair bobs around in a long high tied ponytail as she presses herself against you. Megan is sure to forgive you, so you lift your girlfriend up and spin her around twice before setting her down on her sneakers. Her outfit is blue, yellow and steel gray and somewhat reminiscent of a race car paint job with winding stripes on her top and shorts and intertwining patterns that are color coordinated. She even left out her make up, which you notice only at the second glance. And on the third look you remember that it was Carrie who advised her and go to the gym more often. While your stomach rebels again, Emma seems to feel nothing of the bad feelings while she kisses you stormily but lovingly on the mouth.
“I missed you so much” she hums into your kiss and wraps her arms around your back. Behind you, Maureen clears her throat loud and clear and Emma lets go of you.
“Don’t I get a tip for my delivery?” she asks, her grin bordering on the mischievous cunning of a master villain. With the same grin, you walk toward her. When you’re both in the mood – and now that she’s doing so well in life, it’s happening more and more often – it’s a stimulating power play to see which of you is the boss in the relationship. Maureen with her age and cunning or you as the man and master of the harem. You, however, have an unfair advantage and Maureen melts into your kiss as you pull her roughly towards you and stick your tongue in her mouth. With so many girlfriends, you never have to miss a kiss again. Wild or chaste, you have it all, every day. While Maureen rediscovers her role, holds your head with her hands and presses herself against you so hard that you stagger into the room, Giselle watches you patiently while Emma holds her hands in front of her face and giggles wildly. Your foot finds the door and kicks it shut, then you roughly spin Maureen around and toss her onto the bed, laughing loudly.
“I like the way you think little brother” your older sister grins cheekily, pulling her blouse to the side a bit. The piece of fabric is too tight to show much but her breasts are still clearly visible. “I bet this is how you’ve always imagined me.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” you grin back. Then you look over at Emma who is still standing where you left her.
“Don’t let me stop you” she presses between her hands but you shake your head.
“Sorry Maureen” you say and mean it. Your cock is already throbbing at the thought of fucking your own big sister but unfortunately that will have to wait. She pouts like a schoolgirl and you swear that if she makes one more seductive gesture, you’ll pounce on her here and now. But Maureen is too clever and instead of spreading her legs in her business suit she sits up and straightens her knee-length black skirt. “What are you wearing?” you ask as Emma moves to your side.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us first?” your sister asks, pointing to the third girl in the room. While Emma seems to have the same impure thoughts about the area between your legs that you have about your sister, Giselle stands unmoving in a corner of the room, waiting.
“Uh, yeah,” you grin, stepping back from your elf. “Giselle, this is Maureen, my big sister, and Emma, my girlfriend. You’ve met at the diner.” The three girls look at each other with most of their eyes ending up on Giselle. You nod at the girl and grin. “Introduce yourself, Giselle,” you say innocently, and the girl quickly hurries from her corner of the room to your side. Maureen is the quickest to notice.
“I am Giselle Auriol and the slave of my master Finn Lynchwood. I am at your service should my master so command.” She exaggerated a bit and Emma just stares open-mouthed at the girl in bewilderment while Maureen does the same. Then she shakes her head.
“Uh… oookayyy…” Then your sister turns to you and eyes you with a look like she caught you doing something very naughty. “Finn…”
“Yes honey?” Your sister wants to say something, already lifting and drawing air into her lungs, but then lets it go and turns her rant into a sigh.
“Little brother, what am I going to do with you?”
“It was her idea” you say, pointing theatrically at Giselle.
“But he wanted it that way” says the girl and you startle.
“Giselle” you gasp, “of all the opportunities to be funny, this is really the worst.” But Giselle is smiling so sweetly again, and you’re not really angry. Finally, you just shrug helplessly and look to your sister. “Are you going to tell me what your outfit is for now?”
“What?” your sister asks coquettishly. “Haven’t you always wanted to fuck a sexy secretary?” She thrusts her hips out and her skirt drapes seductively over her legs while her breasts expand under her blouse. But she’s got the buttons closed, showing only a normal cleavage, which makes you proud. “I’m looking for a job” she finally answers while you look at her questioningly after that. “Listen bro. You’re really cute and all with your efforts for us. But I’m older than you… And prettier too.”
“Right,” you grunt, and Maureen winks at you, then looks around the hotel room appraisingly.
“You really spare no expense or effort for us. I want to give you something in return. And I’ve been taking it easy for too long, you know? I want to do my part for what we have.”
“I understand,” you say. You want to say that’s your job, but Maureen looks at you in a way that makes you understand she won’t argue with you.
“I have two interviews in town, and with any luck, something will come of it.”
“I could…”
“You’re supposed to take care of us honey,” she says, putting a hand on your shoulder in a sisterly way. “Denise, Karen, my sisters, Emma, the McKinleys and now Giselle need you. That’s your job, got it?” You nod and look to the other girls. Emma looks a little guilty but Giselle shows no reaction, which is to be expected. She would go here ud now in front of the hotel to walk the streets for you if you ordered her to… and probably Emma would stand right next to her.
“Thank you” you say to Maureen and hug her, as a brother, not a lover. “That really helps me.”
“I know silly,” laughs the girl. Then she literally shoves you away from her. “Do your thing with Emma. And Giselle and I will have a nice day, right?” She looks to the newest member of your harem.
“If that’s what my master orders.” Maureen rolls her eyes affectedly.
“Where do you u always get these girls honey?”
“The world is full of sorrow,” is all you say, and your sister nods. She’s been to similarly lonely places.
A few minutes later you are standing in front of your car with Maureen and Emma.
“Take care of Giselle, okay?” you say, turning to the older girl. “She’s been through a lot. Make sure you give her a good time. Please.”
“Don’t worry. I have no idea how to handle a slave girl but if need be I’ll just chain her to the wall.”
“She’d let you do that to her,” you say tonelessly, then shake yourself. Suddenly the sun no longer warms you. Emma grabs your hand and strokes your fingers. “The things she said…”
“Hey,” Maureen calls back to you. “I can handle it. Worst case scenario, I have your number.” Then she looks at Emma. “What are you guys doing?”
“It’s a surprise,” you say, thanking your sister with your looks. She calls you from one challenge to another while giving you strength and helping you. Now it’s the turn of Emma.
“Dumbass.” Maureen nudges you in the side. “Then don’t tell me. Me and Giselle will be fine without you and your puny penis.”
“Oi,” Emma suddenly outrages in mock anger. “You stupid bitch don’t say anything mean about my boyfriend.”
“Oh shit…” you just mutter, grabbing Emma by the hand and pushing her caringly into the passenger seat of your car. Then you circle your car and blow your sister another kiss before getting in.
“And Finn?” admonishes Maureen one last time. You look at her. “Take good care of Emma.” You nod and get in.
During the drive, however, your dear elf’s demeanor changes again and Emma becomes quiet and thoughtful as you drive the car through the streets of your hometown. That she doesn’t ask where you’re going is no surprise to you, but you miss the lighthearted laughter of your girlfriend and hate Carrie more than ever at this moment. No matter what reasons she may have had, Emma being so miserable now is not good. But with any luck, today, and future challenges, are not lost on her yet. Finally, Emma struggles to say a few words so that the silence in the car does not become unbearable.
“Sorry,” she says quietly, trying a nice, friendly smile that doesn’t work in the slightest.
“For what?” You would love to stop the car with squealing tires, get out and hug your elf tightly, but a sympathetic look, somewhat curious and light-hearted will have to do.
“That I was so naughty just now.” Your girlfriend doesn’t understand your quiet laugh that swings from your throad into the air of the car.
“That was great, honey,” you tell her, “even in your situation, you’re still helping me.”
“Help? How?” You click your tongue and shrug.
“Later.” Emma understands and doesn’t ask further. “But honey, I’m serious. Anytime you’re okay is a good day for me. And Maureen can take it.”
“That’s why I did it” grins your elf, this time already a bit more genuine than before. “Maureen is such a strong girl, I admire that about her.” You understand more than Emma thinks and have to stifle a comment. Instead of telling the secret, you answer her with a hidden message.
“She had to be strong, too, with the life she led.” And Emma accommodates you even when she doesn’t know what’s being played. God, this girl is perfect for me.
“Now she has you. Now she can relax.”
“Right.” God I love you so much Emma Jackson! “But she’s still strong. She helps me with so many things. Just today alone.” Emma grabs your hand and you leave it on the shifter of the car so she doesn’t have to let go of you.
“I couldn’t be with you right now without her” your elf agrees. “I have to repay her somehow.” Her friendliness helps her distract herself from the bad experiences of the past and that makes you happy.
“I might be able to help with that honey” is all you say.
“But you won’t tell me?” asks Emma and you shake your head. Then something good happens. Emma laughs, happy and genuine. “Not even if I do this?” She turns her head and looks at you with a lowered gaze and wide eyes while her braid tickles her shoulder.
“Don’t do that or I’ll crash the car” you laugh too, but don’t manage to control yourself and look at your sweetheart for a moment. She looks so beautiful when she’s happy. Carrie will pay for that. That’s another side effect of your change. You are no longer so forgiving of others outside your own world. Carrie, your parents, and your other enemies have no place here. You don’t even flinch when you think about your parents. Emma next to you is more important. Giselle is more important than peace with your mother and father. You are a man, a boyfriend, a harem leader and maybe soon a husband. It can’t be any different than how it is now.
“Here we are” you announce twenty minutes later with a bit of pride in your voice and Emma, who has only had eyes for you the entire ride, looks out the window.
“Fight Club Pitt and Norton” Emma reads and you watch her lips as she speaks.
“That’s right” you laugh. “And the first rule of fight club: We don’t talk about fight club. And the second rule. We. Don’t. Talk. About. Fight Club.” She laughs and nods. Emma knows those things and this makes her so much more valuable. Then it dawns on her. “That’s the fight club you always train at, right?” But you shake your head and Emma only now looks down her body at her costume.
“No, as of now, this is the fight club where we always will train.” You have to hold back a laugh but Emma looks scrumptious as her eyes glaze over.
“Are you kidding?” she asks you with genuine astonishment in her voice.
“Not about these things” you say dryly, watching your friend with a smile.
“But Finn…this is Graff Manga…”
“Krav Maga,” you laugh.
“Exactly!” And she lowers her voice as if no one should hear her. “I can’t join a boxing club, can I? They’ll kick my ass.”
“Martial arts club honey. No boxing.” You smile dirtily. “Something much worse” you say while your honey stares at you from wide eyes.
Emma is a good girlfriend. She’s sweet, accommodating, intelligent, funny, and just the right kind of shy and cute that makes your blood boil. She fits you perfectly, supports you, complements your strengths with hers and, even if she doesn’t see it that way, helps you with your weaknesses. And now she will help you compensate for your biggest weakness. You get out of the car but Emma stays seated. You are a gentleman, but even so she would remain seated in the car if you didn’t imperiously stick your arm into the car and pull the confused girl out with a soft squeak.
“Why are we doing this?” your girl wants to know while you throw her gym bag over your shoulders and almost pull her towards the entrance of the building. You give her an encouraging look over your shoulder and she smiles with little conviction. Yes, she’s a perfect match for you. She strokes your ego like Maureen does, makes you feel strong like Millie does, and like Megan, she’s always the first to go on an adventure with you. Your expression turns serious and Emma freezes. She almost falls behind you, stumbling and landing against your back. “Finn… what…” You turn and hold her tightly. No matter what’s going on inside her, your touch doesn’t miss its mark and Emma relaxes.
“I want you by my side for the rest of my life Emma” you say and your elf looks at you from her round eyes through her glasses.
“I want that too” she breathes, but doesn’t yet understand why you’re telling her this.
It’s not about Emma being perfect for you. It is, as always, about her alone, your treasure, your elf. Emma gave up so much for you, waited so long, took so much backlash. And Carrie had almost made it. Emma is sweet, loyal, and cute as hell. She’s perfect for you. But far more important than your happiness is hers, and Emma needs to learn what value she has in your life.
“I will never again let you even begin to think you don’t mean everything to me Emma.” Her eyes get even bigger and you know her well enough to know what your harsh voice does to her. Emma obeys you and you know she’s just pressing her thighs together to increase the warm feeling between her labia. “You are always by my side Emma and my life is wild and sometimes dangerous.” You smile happily because that’s the way you want it. “You girls make a man out of me. My life is good. And as a man, I am responsible for my girls.” Emma looks at the gym entrance, then back at you.
“You’re protecting us.” And she’s right. Of course, none of you have forgotten Josh, or Carrie. Terrible things can happen if you don’t pay attention, don’t show a presence. You have to be constantly vigilant or you’ve had a harem for the longest time, let alone even a girlfriend. But Emma is right all the same. It is you who projects strength in your world and that is good for all of you. Karen showed you.
“It’s not about fighting honey” you say reassuringly, assuming your role once again. “But you need to see what it feels like to be me.”
“To be you?” She doesn’t understand but that only makes her cuter. Emma is so comfortable in her role that she doesn’t even think about breaking out of it.
“Believe me, you’ll understand,” you say, grabbing her so dainty and delicate hand again whose fingers are about to close around yours. Together you walk side by side towards the entrance. “And you will like it.”
Being a man, you quickly finish changing and now watch your girlfriend hesitantly but methodically tying back her hair, stowing her glasses and nervously tugging at her nylon outfit. You yourself got lucky and still have an old pair of sneakers, a shirt and a pair of shorts in your closet. Emma wrinkles her nose disdainfully when she sees you in your old clothes but you are too strict to let that pass. Now there are important things on the agenda and your girl understands that. One last kiss, then you push her ahead of you through a few hallways into a large hall.
“Wow…” your elf marvels, looking around the large room. The day is still early and the real cracks don’t arrive until the evening. But there are already a few couples training on wide, soft mats. Some singles are warming up for their workouts. But you steer Emma through the people, greeting one or two here and there, but targeting a specific person you don’t see yet.
“Not much going on yet,” is all you say, looking around. Emma quickens her steps and walks beside you after dodging a muscle-bound guy.
“Finn,” another man greets you from a distance and you wave at him. “Company today?”
“My girlfriend” you say and Emma has to grin involuntarily.
“Good luck” the man laughs and you grin while Emma doesn’t understand.
“He thinks you’re weak” you explain.
“I’m weak tho” Emma gasps in amusement, looking at the muscles the men here are showing off. “And from the looks of it, so are you, at least here.” She doesn’t mean to tease you about it, she loves you too much for that. Maybe she’ll do it after the workout, though, you think to yourself with satisfaction.
“This isn’t about muscles honey, it’s about using them and above all determination” you think and stop in the middle of the room with her. “Giselle showed me that women have to be strong in this world.” You nod to the man who approached you. “I like him, he’s actually a nice guy,” you say, “but he doesn’t get it. He thinks muscles are the most important thing. And through those muscles he gets a lot of women. But not the kind of women he wants. None of his relationships have lasted more than a few months. And that’s why he comes here and works out even more, but never really makes it past the basic course.”
“Okay…” Emma looks over at the man striking poses in front of a large mirror.
“Muscles are not the most important thing for men. And assertiveness and elbows aren’t for women” you explain and your girl looks at you again. She feels addressed and is smart enough to see where you are going.
“I like being girly for you Finn. You’re my man.” You pat her hand.
“And that’s why I love you so much. We’re not here to work out your muscles or make you a fury. But you need to see what you can do as a woman, a really strong woman.” Emma nods. “Giselle helped me see that. To see where your true strength lies. And I want to show you where that is.”
“Please do,” Emma says, already showing you that your efforts will not be in vain.
That is, the efforts of the person who is about to give you a good smack on the back of the head.
“Ow!” you exclaim, whirling around as Emma cringes.
“Lynchwood you worm.” chimes a bossy voice behind you. “How dare you come back here.”
Behind you stands a young woman in a tight-fitting sports outfit, grinning cheekily at you. She looks good enough to devour but you know it’s all camouflage.
“Hey Verena” you greet the girl who wears her hair, unlike the other women here, completely open and loose. You offer her your hand but the girl pulls you hard and pats you on the back so hard that your lungs almost detach from your body.
“Good to see you again old friend” the girl greets you. Then she pinches your stomach so hard that you take a step back. “Got fat.” Her Israeli accent is hard to miss and her direct manner has probably been found among the Zealots who may have terrorized the Romans thousands of years ago.
“Not true” you laugh. With as much sex as I’m having…
“Shut up and squeeze me tight.” Again the girl pulls you quite openly to her ample breast and you feel her pillows against your body. “How old did you get? Thirty-four?”
“Almost,” you gasp under her embrace. Then you manage to break free, with some effort, and point to Emma who is staring at you with her mouth open.
“This is Emma, my girlfriend. Emma, this is…”
“Verena,” the girl interrupts you. “A strong woman doesn’t need a man to introduce herself.” She holds out her hand to your stunned girlfriend and you open your mouth to warn her but Verena is faster.
“Hello,” Emma greets, returning the gesture. “I’m ohmygodisshestrong!” Your petite elf flinches under the strong handshake and Verena laughs loud and wild.
“Finn always had a thing for you petite things!” she laughs and pats you on the side. “When are you going to learn that you can only have fun in bed when your wife can carry you on her hands?” Emma is stunned.
“I guess you’ll never find out,” you say, finally managing to rouse your inner fighter. Come out of there, you shout to your drill sergeant who is hiding in a corner crying. Leave me alone, your inner soldier nags and whines like a little girl. You can understand him.
“Too bad.” Verena shrugs, bouncing up and down, just like her taut breasts under her bra, and claps her hands excitedly. “To each his own. So. Are you here to get your fat belly back in shape?” The energy the girl exudes is overwhelming, and you watch Emma watch you with interest.
“That too,” you agree, and begin stretching exercises. “But mostly, I’m here for her.” You point at your girl who flinches under the attention. Verena swoops down on Emma like a hawk.
“Oh, really? So you’re finally going to adapt your taste in women to me?” Again she bounces and her hair flies wildly through the air while Emma let her jaw drop. Verena is your trainer since you started Krav Maga to protect Millie and Megan and has clapped your as so often you both lost count. And you lied so often under her too that you can understand the bodily attachment you and the Israeli girl have. But you never made a move on her, partly because she can destroy you with her left hand if you would behave baldly, but mostly because you are madly in love with your sisters and know you would behave in a way Verena wouldn’t tolerate. So it never passed the line of aggressively flirting while the adrenalin had rushed through your veins and even if you like her body and open nature, it reminds you of Rachel in some ways, Verane was always a league above you in body shape and the way she handled the world around her… or mostly wining under her in your case. “Finally got a taste for strong women?” Verena grins dirtily and prances up and down in front of you while her abs work. You’re not the only ones staring at her body, your colleagues do the same. Verena wheels around. “Focus on your own bodies you dogs!” Every head in the room whips around in shock, and they all return their attention to their exercises.
“Emma already is a strong girl,” you say, putting your arm around your elf reassuring, “I just want-“
“What you want I decide” Verena grins cheekily and you click your tongue.
“I thought so” you say and let go of Emma. She looks at you almost fearfully. But it’s all part of your plan and even if Emma doesn’t understand, Verena understands all too well.
“Well come on then” she says and grabs Emma by the bare upper arm. Your petite elf gives you a worried look as she stumbles after Verena like a little child but you are close behind her. “And you too Lynchwood you maggot” the Israeli girl laughs loudly and grins devilishly at you. “I’ll start with you. Don’t goes for strong girls… don’t make me laugh.”
“Shitfuckshit…” With all your might, the air is forced out of your lungs as your body lands on your back with force and power. The back of your head digs deep into the soft mat beneath you and your legs fly up in a high arc before you manage to roll off and at least somehow manfully get back to your feet.
“And that’s how you fend off an attacker coming from the front” Verena says without being even slightly out of breath. You don’t weigh little but still you’ve spent the good part of the last twenty minutes in the air just before you hit the ground like a falling tree. Emma looks at you like she’s about to die, and you feel the same way. Swaying, you get to your feet and rub your aching muscles. Verena takes you hard, almost too hard, but you entrusted yourself to her a long time ago with the mission to destroy anyone who could even remotely get too close to your little sisters. At first your trainer was skeptical but after almost knocking your teeth out she was convinced you wouldn’t give up.
“Everything hurts,” you say to your friend over the laughter of Verena. “But that’s not the point. You keep going anyway. The goal is more important than the pain blocking your way to it.” You rub your nose. Am I bleeding… no… but definitely soon… As you stand, beaten green and blue in front of Emma, she looks like the Michelin Man in her protective gear. “You can’t be afraid of pain or fighting honey” you explain to her and now she understands it’s about Carrie. “If you give your enemies the opportunity to hurt you, they haven’t won yet. It’s when you stay down that they have…fuckingfuck!” The world turns upside down while Verena kicks your legs off. Krav Magar is not a fair sport and you hear Emma screech while your bones groan.
“Don’t give your enemy a chance” Verena fires back at the frightened girl. “Finn has got a point, even if he is a pussy.” With aching bones, you get back on your feet. You love Emma with every fiber of your aching body, and so you hope she understands before there isn’t anything left of you to hug in the evening. But Emma is smart and you don’t have to worry.
“My boyfriend is not a pussy” says your elf and her voice already sounds more serious than before.
“Oh yeah?” asks Verena mockingly. “Then show it.” But at that she looks at your girl and not at you. And Emma steps forward. Verena grabs her by the shoulder pads and puts her in front of you.
“What…” Of course she’s surprised but against her right now… to ever let her fight against Verena, would cost you your Emma and you don’t want that.
“All good,” you say as you get into position.
“You’ve been watching the positions? The steps and holds?” wants to know Verena. Emma looks first at her, then at you, then back at her. Then she nods hesitantly.
“Okay. Attack!” And you start moving. Slowly at first, but then your elf’s head snaps around and fixes on you. She smiles, you smile. Then you raise your arm and go to grab her. And Emma fends you off. Her movements are slow and hesitant but that’s how it always is in the beginning. And after a few minutes of hesitant training, Emma already becomes faster, more determined. You are so proud and your look delivers it while Emma fends off the next blow from you.
“That’s it!” exclaims Verena half an hour later as Emma already fends off several attacks in a row. Of course, you hardly put any force into your thrusts, and if you do, Emma still flinches a bit. But your gaze fires pride and love in every direction and when it meets hers, the same feelings come back. “Harder!” Verena calls and you follow her a little faster than Emma. “Even harder! Faster! That’s it Finn you horny dog!” Emma hesitates and you have to redirect your stroke so you don’t hit her. Most of all you want to tell Verena to stop and it’s not the fear of dying that keeps you from doing so. Emma has to learn this too and that’s your mission.
“Anger is okay Emma” you whisper as you set an easy to counter kick and try to grab her. And Emma fends you off. “I love you even when you’re angry.” Two kicks in a row and then you rush to get behind her, but don’t make it.
“Way to go Finn!” Emma looks at Verena with narrowed eyes but then has to focus on you again.
“Only look at me honey” you say out loud. “I love you even when you’re mad.” Chop. Dodge. Kick. Dodge. “You’re even allowed to be mad at yourself.” Chop. Dodge. Punch. Dodge. “And you’re allowed to be mad at Carrie.” Two quick blows, stronger this time. You feel her hands on your shoulders as they use the energy of your body to push you out.
“That’s it Finn! Keep it up you pussy! Finish her off and make her cry!” And there it is, the anger. You smile.
“Anger is okay honey. Control the anger.” But for Verena it doesn’t seem enough. It’s her job to push people further than they would go alone and your count yourself lucky to have the beautiful girl. “Anger is strength. Be strong and fight back. Be strong and hit!” And Emma strikes. Your shoulder hurts as her fist hits it, and at the same moment she feels her fist on your body, her face contorts into a startled grimace, but yours contorts into a triumphant but hurting grin.
“That’s it!” you and Verena shout in unison as Emma flinches.
“No!” That’s just Verena. She gets behind Emma and pushes her toward you. “Keep going!” Emma goes for another punch, stronger than yours. “Way to go Emma!” cheers Verena as you dodge her punches and redirect her power. Together with your trainer, you’ve enticed Emma to attack. Maybe for the first time in her life. And Emma likes it. With puckered lips she thrusts at you while you have to concentrate more and more to dodge or parry her blows. You are so proud of her and even if she doesn’t understand it yet, Emma has taken the next step to not be afraid of herself or her actions anymore.
She takes the next step an hour later. By now both of you are really sweaty and Verena has even left your side to yell at other participants but keeps coming back to you. For now it wouldn’t be good if Emma knew that you had talked to Verena on the phone before. It’s all part of your plan and the Israeli girl, after a few fistfuls of insults, is on fire to toughen up your girlfriend. By now you’re even a little worried that Emma might go too far, but she looks so sweet as she contentedly but strenuously pounds you. She’s a girl and her punches can’t really hurt you, but for physical defense you stand up for her and all your girls with your life. Her satisfied smile alone is reward enough for you while she methodically works off the punches Verena taught her and even tries a kick now and then.
Finally Verena is back at your side and you look at her briefly to signal that Emma is ready. You had to struggle with yourself for a long time but if everything works out – and you’re not kidding yourself, it’s Emma you’re working with, everything will work out – she’ll thank you for it.
“Stronger” Verena says, suddenly sounding snarky. “So Finn” she continues, not paying attention to Emma who is doing her exercises with you. “Why haven’t you slept with me yet?” Emma isn’t the only one gasping. It was agreed, but even you can feel the venom in her voice. Can it be that… But you can’t concentrate on the idea that Verena might fancy you after all because the blows of Emma are getting stronger and more determined.
“I have a woha… a girlfriend, Verena,” you say and have to duck under the blow of your just not so petite elf faster than planned.
“And I’m poly, you know that.” Maybe it’s because you own a harem but Emma looks at you worriedly.
“I love Emma,” is all you say. Verena knows you well, but not that well. Maybe if I… You decide you’d better not think too much, or your girlfriend will knock a pice out of your skull.
“Love has nothing to do with it honey” your trainer counters, only spurring Emma on. “It would just be sex. Sex with a strong sexy woman.”
“I’m also…” begins Emma but Verena cuts her off.
“Concentrate girl!” she hisses and even if you don’t speed up, your elf’s head rushes back to you to await the next blow.
“So Finn.” The venom in her voice is genuine as Verena speaks. “We could scamper off to the shower after practice.”
“Verena Iohshit…” You have to drop to your knees for a moment to fight off Emma who is really angry by now. “Emma is…”
“Your Emma is welcome to watch” Verena grins. Is she just playing or… “Maybe she’ll learn something in the process but she should stay away while the grown-ups play their big person games.” This time your hand hurts as you redirect the punch. You’ve been at it for a while, but while you’re saving your strength, Emma seems to be just discovering hers. A little worried, you deflect her next kick. “A girl like her can still learn something from a woman like me.”
“And what would that be?” Emma nags, pounding on you. How does she know that kick? Oh shit! You dodge her punch without being able to counter it and feel her fist on your shoulder blade. Normally a hard throw or a kick to the knees would follow now, but you thank the gods that Emma isn’t ready yet. But she doesn’t stop her attacks too.
“Sex, for example,” Verena shrugs. “A boy like Finn needs a girl who’s strong and willing. You’re bound to get pushed around in bed.”
“Verena…” you just mumble as you see what Emma looks like. You can only hope that Verena sees it too. Apparently, she doesn’t.
“Or are you one of those who likes to be led?” She snorts contemptuously. “How weak. I bet you’ll spread your legs for anyone, boy or girl.” Your eyes grow wide…just like the ones of Emma. You haven’t told Verena, and your looks tell Emma as she hesitates briefly.
“No hesitation!” hisses Verena, shoving Emma toward you. “Fight or spread your legs like a helpless girl!”
It’s been a long time coming. The training wore her out, but it wore you out too. And so you see it in time, but can’t decide what to do. So Emma decides for you and it’s what you wanted. And even if it’s not quite your plan, you can still chalk up the success to yourself. But this hubris is also deserved.
Emma lashes out with an angry scream and her fist lands on your upper body without breaking. The air is forced out of your lungs as you collapse, then you feel a hand on your collar and a knee on your stomach. You know what’s coming but still you cry out in surprise as the world spins around you and you see the ceiling of the hall. Then you feel the mat beneath you and the back of your head digs deep into the padding. You blink and in that short time Emma has already turned around. You are so proud of her. She saw in you only an obstacle she had to remove on the way to Verena and never before have you felt so good while your body hurt so much. It’s not bad that Emma thinks of you like that. You want it that way and you know that she is your sweet girl all the way.
Right now, though, she’s more of a fury than sweet, but that only makes her more desirable. My elf. I am so proud of her. Now she knows her worth and… Oh no she goes for Verena. Before you can even get up Emma has spun around and grabbed the other girl.
“Now pay attention you poly-whore. This is my boyfriend and he is mine alone, is that clear?” The Israeli looks at Emma with satisfaction, but then her expression changes as she sees something on the other girl’s face that you can’t see from the ground. “You think you’re strong because you can beat up my boyfriend? I’m at his side the whole time, no matter if he is mad, sad or happy. I’m his girl and he loves me and there is nothing in this world that can change that. You think you are strong? Try waking up every morning with the desire to old this wonder in your life while not understanding why you have so much luck and then getting an answer from him every fucking day the whole fucking week! Strength? Try to find a man who is so perfect for you that you can be weak and proud of it because he loves you unconditionally and all your little head can worry about is to being happy for him o make him proud and satisfied! You have no idea what strength is.”
“Oh yeah?” Your eyes grow wide as you see the anger on your trainer’s face. But by then it’s too late and Emma is flying through the air. She doesn’t even scream as she comes crashing to the ground right next to you.
“Hey!” you shout indignantly and scramble to your feet, but are immediately pushed back to the ground. Verena painfully presses her knee into your stomach and squats on you with all her weight.
“Now you’re level with each other” she grins at you, then winks and rises. “As you wanted. You’re welcome.” Then she turns to leave. Everyone’s eyes rest on you again. You stay put and look to Emma. Your elf is lying next to you, her braid resting over her shoulder but all messed up. She turns her head and blows her hair out of her face.
“Everything… ha…everything… okay?” you ask out of breath but Emma doesn’t answer. You have no idea if your plan worked and your trainer’s behavior surprised you too. Panting and groaning, you get up on all fours. Sex with Melina is not as exhausting as this. Then you reach out your arm to Emma to help her to her feet. “I hope that wasn’tohfuck…” Again the world spins around you as you are dragged down.
Your plan worked. It was perfect. But you can’t think about that while Emma pulls you towards her with superhuman strength. You land half on her body and your neck aches as her hands close around your head and pull you over her. Her lips press hot and sweaty on yours while her tongue pushes into your mouth with all its might. For a moment you are overwhelmed, then images of Maureen, Megan and Melina flash through your mind. Wild, unbridled sex. Lust and love. But beneath you is Emma, and Emma is smart. Her legs close tightly around you, holding you on top of her while you brace your weight on the mat with one arm, hold her hairline with the other, and press her mouth to yours. Then you wince as you feel a pleasant but surprising pain on your lips while your elf bites you. Then there’s the tongue in your mouth again, seeking and finding yours. What has been going on in training is only a soft whimper compared to the battle your tongues are now fighting out. All the people in the room can see you while your fingers destroy your elf’s hairstyle and hold her close to you by her braid. Finally you separate and both of you catch your breath like after a long dive. Your hearts are hammering wildly in your chests, beating against each other while your bodies want to unite into one.
“I want you” Emma breathes with insane lust in her beautiful eyes. She’s breathing as hard as after an endurance run but her hands claw into your shirt like your body is life and you do the same. “Now.” You smile.
It’s a bizarre, strangely good feeling to feel Emma grab you by the collar of your shirt and drag you with hurried steps out of the gym and then through the hallways of the sports club. It’s empty as most of the members are in the hall, probably still digesting your show, but Emma has a laser-sharp focus in her eyes, pursuing her target as relentlessly as a heat-seeking Sidewinder missile locked on onto an enemy MiG.
“Not the showers,” you only say as she steers you toward the door, continuing to try to implement your plan while giving her the space she deserves. Almost annoyed, Emma groans and tugs you along. Finally she pulls open a door to a yellowish tiled room. You can’t tell if she herself knows where you are, but Emma doesn’t seem to care if you’re standing in Tiananmen Square or in a remote broom closet, and apparently you’ve found something in the middle with the sports club locker room. There are clothes hanging all over the place. Shoes are on the floor, jackets hang from long racks on the walls, and benches are underneath and around the room. Love is not an exact science, but has clearly outlined and set rules that are easy to follow… most of the time. Now you don’t know if Emma chose this open space on purpose or just can’t take it anymore. But luckily you don’t have to discuss everything with the girl who moves as freely in your head as you do in hers.
“Pretty risky,” you just say, smiling. “We can also…” Then Emma literally falls over you and the strange smells of foreign clothes flood your nostrils while your girlfriend throws you into the jackets hanging from a rack above a plain wooden bench with all her dainty violence in her slender and shapely body. Your elf is right back at your body, tackling you like one possessed while you are still trying to regain your balance. You are so proud of her.
“I want you” she presses out from her tense jaw as her fingers feverishly nibble at your dirty shirt. “Oh god I want you!”
“But don’t my old clothes bother you at all anymore?” you ask teasingly but Emma has no nerve to play these games. With a loud groan she tears your old shirt from your body and throws it somewhere behind you. Then she pushes you with your back on the bench while your one leg stays on the bench and the other one hangs down on it. You don’t have much room and your body presses against the clothes but you forget your acquired politeness the second your elf deftly lowers herself onto your lap. She also puts one leg down on the floor and shows amazing balance as she pulls her nylon top off her body without hesitation. The piece also lands in some corner. Shortly you can admire her beautiful, bouncing breasts that move with her body, then she already leans down to you and kisses you again with fiery greed. Her braid falls over her shoulder and into your face but Emma roughly wipes it aside with her hands, takes a quick deep breath and then rams her wet twitching tongue into your mouth again which is met by her skillful counterpart. You kiss long and intensely until you are almost black out and saving you is really only her smaller lung capacity. With a life-saving inhale, Emma tears herself away from you, lays her head back and smiles up at the unadorned ceiling of the room while you gaze at the contours of her stretched neck, which is played over by strands of her hair.
You want to tell her how beautiful she is, how strong you feel about her, how proud you are of her. You are so in love with her. But not a word passes your lips while your eyes wander down to her bobbing taut breasts. You are the man in your relationship and you are the weak one. You have been looking for a way to show Emma that. You tried working out and martial arts, which worked. You made her strong. You tried pep talks, which worked. You made her confident. But it’s you who needs Emma. You’re doing all this for her. It’s her that drives you with her beauty and her perfection. She and the other girls are the ones who make you better, drive you to the greatest efforts. Your strength comes from them and Emma has understood that now. You see it in her wild, amorous eyes. The fear is gone, she’s no longer alone and dependent on Carrie. She has you, is dependent on you but now in the right way. And you have her, a goal, a way of life, a future. And that’s all that matters. Man and woman together. Her hands close around your ears and hold your head. Then she comes closer to you, leans down until your faces are very close.
But there comes no tender talk or weighty words. Emma grabs you and kisses you again, penetrating you with her endless lust. Your hands lift and travel down her sweaty back into her waistband and grab her tight ass. As you massage and knead her flesh, your petite, delicate, well-bred elf ruffles your hair with animalistic greed and tastes you on her tongue. Then your hands move down and stretch her gym shorts until you feel the cleft of her ass under your hands, then the soft skin of her thighs. Emma lets her hands wander too, scraping across your belly and finding your loose-fitting old pants. They are down even faster than hers and you don’t care that you are naked, even if you feel a key or something like that in your back. As your stiff and throbbing cock leaps into the open and her trembling fingers close around it your eyes find each other. Emma is almost insane with lust and a drop of sweat trickles down her forehead.
“You’re mine” she murmurs to you in an occupied voice. “Is that clear?” Her pupils are dilated and her mouth is slightly open as she begins to jerk you off rapidly. You squirm under your girlfriend but maintain eye contact. “You’re mine and the girls’, understand? I know what you and that bitch did for me but if that whore thinks she can turn you on like that in front of me then she’s a fucking stupid whore.”
“Understood” is all you say and your throat tightens with pleasure. You look into the eyes of a new Emma, wild and determined and it feels good. Except for the key that bores into your spine. “I belong to you and the girls.” Then you see that Emma realizes what she said and especially what she did but you don’t let her get that far. In a perfect moment, you take the lead again, guiding her on her way, and for a brief glorious moment, you are her master again. Just like with Giselle. And as your hands close around your elf’s butt, pressing her body down on you, you know how to help Giselle without losing your faith in you or her. “Now ride me you horny little girl.” With a loud clap your hands land on her ass and at the same time you press her body down on you.
Emma braces herself against you smiling, proud to resist you in the best way, pulls back from you briefly, reaches between her spread thighs and adjusts your cock. Then you both moan loudly and your voices echo off the yellow tiled walls of the room as her tightness envelops you.
“Fuck!” your girlfriend cries out dirty and wild. “Fuck Finn you are so fucking big. Fuck this is awesome!” Then she leans down to you again and you feel her inner muscles working as you sink deeper into her and she gets closer to you at the same time. Again she wraps her quivering fingers around your face and her scent fills your world, driving all other smells away. “You’re spreading me so wide Finn” she breathes and the tremors travel up her spine “You’re so fucking good.”
“Come on” you cheer her on. “Get your reward my little elf.”
“Yes…” she breathes and rises. “Touch my br… touch my tits.” But she doesn’t wait for you. Instead, she lifts your hands up and provides her own happiness while your palms cover her nipples. Her skin rubs over yours and you immediately start massaging her nipples as well as the area around them while Emma pushes her ass back, arching her back hard and then starts riding you.
Your girl lifts her abdomen until your tip is just barely inside her tight hole. Her skin stretches around you and her juices make your spear wet and supple. Then Emma rams herself down on you and her scream of pleasure echoes so loudly through the room that you press your hand over her mouth. At this moment you don’t care if anyone catches you but you just want to feel Emma on top of you and her look tells you that she is of the same opinion.
“Go ahead,” you say and before your lips have even closed she starts moving even wilder than before. “Get what’s yours.” Her eyes get big and her abdomen slaps yours as you feel her inner tightness around you. “You are such a good fuck Emma,” you say. This one time you get to be wild. This one time she gets to be dirty and Emma enjoys it. Slowly you take your hand off her mouth and take care of her buds again and you are not disappointed.
“You too Finn. Fucking with you is the best thing in the world.” She grins cheekily and at first you think she slaps her face, but she only has a strand of her hair back. She doesn’t want to hide. She wants you to see her. “Verena the bitch doesn’t know what she’s missing. Ha!” Her smile gets dirtier. “Have you fucked her yet?” You just shake your head, having to pull yourself together not to moan out loud. But Emma has everything under control. She lowers herself onto you, impaling herself to the hilt with you and gyrating her hips wildly on top of you as she leans down to you. “It’s okay honey,” she says almost comfortingly. “You’re welcome to fuck her. She has a fuckable body, I’ll admit that.” Then your elf kisses you, long and hard, but without tongue. It’s a loving kiss and a strand of your saliva pulls between you and when she rises again it tears and lands between her bobbing breasts. Then she bends her body far back, propping herself up on the wooden bench behind her, and presents her belly to you. Through the stretch, you see every one of her contours and as your girlfriend presents herself naked and free before you she smiles happily. “You can put your divine cock inside her and ravage her guts, I have no problem with that. Do you know why?” her words are accompanied by her gyrating movements and you see your cock in all it’s glory stuck in her hole and stretching her. Her face is contorted in passion but girlishly flushed around her nose. All you can do is shake your head. Emma smiles, jerks her head back briefly, enjoying you inside her. Then she fixes you again. “Because I know I’m better than her. I’m much better than her. You can fuck that whore all you want Finn. I am your servant. I belong to you, mind, body and soul. You can do whatever you want with me. I told you. I am addicted to you. Addicted to your hot cock in my tight pussy.” Her hands wander over her toned belly, massaging her breasts, then moving to the spot slightly below her stretched belly button, about where your tip is. “I’m your girlfriend and you can take what you want. You can take Verena if you want and I’ll hold her while you fuck that stupid grin off her face and bring tears to her eyes.” Your eyes get big and Emma starts bobbing on top of you again. “You can do all that and more. Do whatever you want with me. And with your other girls. We’re all yours Finn. We’re all yours. And you can have Verena.”
“God Emma…” You grab your girlfriend by the hips and she responds immediately, pressing deep on top of you and you enjoy her tightness. Then she stops short and you moan loudly.
“Because…” Emma bends to you again and she is so close to you that her stiff nipples brush over your chest. She lies down on your body and her mouth is very close to your ear. “Because you make me strong. Because you make me complete. Because you’re the one for me. The right one for…” She rises again, leaning on you while your penis twitches inside her. But your whole being is focused on her. You’ve never seen Emma like this before. She smiles in a way that’s… unbelievable. “You can have Verena.” She smiles. “That whore. Because…”
“Say it, Emma,” you smile, lifting your hands to her hips.
“Because it will be me who will have your children.” She moans out loud at the thought and the feeling of you deep inside her. You are inside her, inside her soul. Yes, this girl is all yours, in the best way. “Because it will be me.”
Your hands firmly grasp her hips and you rise up with her. Using your strength, you take the initiative again and carry your perfect girlfriend across the room to the nearest wall. Emma wraps her legs around you as you carry her, leaving you in charge of her. It’s a well-rehearsed ritual and now you are again the master of the situation while Emma clings to you like a cute sloth and your cock digs deep inside her.
With her back pressed against the wall, her head squeezed between jackets and shirts, you fuck your girlfriend standing. She’s light enough for you to hold her for a long time but right now you’re filled to the brim with adrenaline and don’t care about aching legs or muscles. And Emma thanks you. You kiss again, stroking through each other’s hair, nibbling on your lips as you thrust wildly into her. Her breasts press against you and your hands dig into her flawless skin just below her ass. Then you put her down again. Briefly you both laugh as she pouts but you spin her around, lift her arms to a metal rack with barely any clothes hanging on and let her hold on while you lift her leg and penetrate her at a steep angle. Your thrusts almost lift her off the floor and together you gasp and moan as you join again and again.
“I’m about to cum” she finally presses out between her teeth. “Come inside me! Cum inside me and give me what I want! Give me what Verena can’t get!” And you do. You ram your body against hers, squeeze her sweet ass flat against your lap, and empty yourself deep inside her in several massive spurts while grabbing her braid with one hand and pulling her head toward you. As her inner walls tighten around your cock and her trembling increases you bend her head back and press your lips firmly to her neck. Your tongue runs over her smooth skin, then your lips find a spot just above her shoulder bone, where the neck joins the body. “Yes!” Emma yells as she realizes what you’re doing in the mist of lust. “Show everyone who I belong to! Yes! God! Make me your property! Make me belong to you! I belong to… God!” Again she comes, just past her next orgasm while you suck air firmly and roughly into your lungs, giving her a hickey that is big and obvious.
“You’re mine Emma,” you murmur in her ear, kneading her breasts with your free hand as you let go of her braid. “Mine alone.”
“God I love you so much.” You put her leg down while she still presses her ass hard against you and feels your juice inside her. She’s on the pill, you know that. You’ve seen her take it. But the future isn’t written and Emma and your girls decide what it will look like. And you are there to put those wishes into action with all your might. While Emma feels your gift inside her, you briefly think about the future and smile. Then your elf turns her head to you and when your eyes meet you have another girl in front of you. The old Emma stares at you from loyal, round, amorous eyes. Yes, you have changed her, but you have not turned her into something else. Emma will not change and that is good. You just made her stronger. “Thank you” she whispers and you kiss her on her sweaty cheek. You want to tell her how much you love her, how much you need her, how much you like her. But she knows that and you have another task today. A final slap sounds as you slap her butt and Emma plays along perfectly. She squeals, stands on her toes and her ass wiggles seductively under the force of your blow. She is not afraid of the pain, she knows it’s coming, takes it and turns it into something precious, a relieved, happy, in love, bright laugh.
“Get dressed,” you say breathing heavily and nodding to your clothes that are all over the room.
“Yes sir,” says your possession, hurrying to obey your words. After doing the same, you look around the room and grimace. It looks like a bomb has hit here. You fix up the mess more badly than you can manage, rush into the shower with Emma (without sex) and then flee Fight Club Pitt and Norton with a dressed and deeply happy and satisfied Emma. Verena will have to deal with the mess you’ve made and even if you get the beating of your life for it the next time you’re here, that’s okay with you. Because Emma will be waiting for you at home, happy and content and without fear.
The last item on your list is the end of a perfect date. Burgertown is usually a hotly contested area that entire world powers fight over, but now it’s empty enough and even the ice cream machine is still working. Emma, of course, jokes about licking your waffle but the ice cream is so delicious that she soon focuses only on the taste. As you watch your girlfriend, you think about how you can end today for you. Actually, the day is barely half over but Emma has learned enough and you have definitely had enough bashing for today. Your bones and muscles ache and your back feels… just like it should. But you still have a job to do and even if everything hurts, you still have some things to tell Emma.
“You don’t have to tell me anything” your girl suddenly says, looking at you over the top of her ice cream cone.
“You’re really in my head,” you say admiringly.
“I told you so” she smiles “I’m hooked on you”. You smile at each other. “You’re all I can think about, all the time. You’re in my dreams when I sleep and in my thoughts when I’m awake.” Her smile widens. “And I know what you did for me.” Her free hand reaches across the table and caresses yours. “And we don’t have to talk about it. I know where I belong. And even though I can’t remember… I know who I belong to. I know it deep inside of me. I know it for sure.”
“And I know it too.”
“We’re good at talking to each other,” your girlfriend says, “and we’re good at fucking… at making love.”
“Both,” you grin.
“Exactly… both. Finn we were made for each other and… And I firmly believe I was born for you.” She turns serious. “Finn about the kids… You’re the man. You run the harem. You decide…”
“And I decide that you don’t have to worry about that, Emma,” you say gently. “Children are a big issue, I know that. And I know your desires.”
“The other girls…”
“Like you as much as I do.” You wiggle your head. “Well, not exactly like that. But in a different, very special way.” You turn her hand around on the table and now it’s you caressing her. “Now eat your ice cream. I’m too exhausted to talk about such important topics today, okay?”
“Tell me about it” Emma laughs and licks her ice cream. Again, you decided together, even though you spoke the words. But deep down you know children will play a role in your lives someday, even if you still have time.
Then Emma flinches and grabs her pocket. As she pulls out her phone, neither of you is negatively affected by the interruption and you both feel at ease. Another good sign for your future, should you ever need such a thing as yet another abundantly clear sign that Emma is grade A wife material.
“It’s Megan,” your girl says, “She’s asking how we’re doing.” She looks at the phone’s screen. “Are… exhausted… and… tired… but… happy…” she says as she types. “What… is… going… on… with… you…?”
“Ask her why she hasn’t texted me instead,” you say mischievously.
“What?” laughs Emma. “Are you jealous?” She leans back in her seat and pushes out her chest. “Your sister and I are best friends. You’re just her big brother.” You clutch your heart and feign pain.
“I’m her lover and harem master be damned,” you laugh softly. “And so yours. So obey me.” Emma just sticks her tongue out at you as she types again, and you enjoy the sight of her as she grapples with the life she lives because of you. Somehow it feels good to see the girl moving in your world and how even a touchy subject like children is handled so well and kindly.
You have a bright future ahead of you.
Here comes the next Part of the Story about Harry. And he brings a new girl in the mix.
Writing Shark 