A third opinion is given on the subject.

You and your father argue about the morality of having sex with people who were like family to you, blood related or not, but you're interrupted as a husky, low voice speaks out softly yet with enough **** to silence both you and your father.

"Masters. I would speak on this.", says Erin, the gorilla-woman you'd nearly forgotten was there, as quiet as she was. But, then, Erin had always been quiet and stoic, even when she'd been young...short as that youth was.

Erin was the first of the genetically engineered animal-women your father had created. Before then, he had used mostly robots and the occasional disposable clone that was little more than a drone. He had decided, though, that he needed elite soldiers with more brain and brawn than such disposable pawns. That was when he'd decided to create the girls and Erin had been the first one. She'd been created when you were nine years old, spawned from a test tube and grown at an accelerated speed so that she was well and fully developed within a week instead of nine months.

From there, her accelerated growth had taken her from infant to toddler to pre-adolescent and so forth in the span of a month. During that time, your father ran tests on her and shoved a virtual education into her brain. You, on the other hand, were simply happy to have a playmate. You saw Erin as a little sister, when she was first "born", but, as she grew, she became little sister to sister of the same age to big sister quite quickly. Still, in that second week where she went through her pre-adolescent stages, you and she were inseparable playmates. You taught her to play video games with you and snuck into your father's lab with her. You showed her the secret spots in the facility where you could see out into the ocean and look at the sea creatures that lived on the ocean floor. You really loved her like a sister and that never changed, even when she hit adolescence and grew into a teenager and then a young woman.

You still loved Erin like a big sister and that was why, when she spoke, you listened. Words were rare from her, not because she was incapable of speaking, but because she did not waste words. She spoke concisely and matter of factly, never one to beat around the bush. When she spoke, it was because something was important to her and that seemed to be the case here.

"Please, Subject A-Vun, if you vish to veigh in, feel free.", your father says and you nod in agreement as you wait to hear what Erin has to say.

The gorilla-woman takes a deep breath and meets your gaze intently, looking directly into your hazel eyes with her own clear blue gaze. "Young master...I...want this.", she says to you and you feel rather shocked at those simple words.

"Wh-what? Erin, c'mon, you don't have to say that just because Dad is..."

"I never say what I don't mean. You know this.", she interrupts you with, her gaze never leaving yours.

You're stunned into silence as you realize that she has a point. Erin never lies and never says anything she doesn't mean. It's not in her nature. So when she says she wants this to happen, she means it. But that doesn't mean you can still accept it so easily. It still feels weird to you, even if there's a small part of you that can't help but feel...glad that Erin feels that way about you.

"Erin. I've known you since I was a kid. This is just...it feels...off, I guess.", you tell her, your words sounding weak even to your own ears.

"It is because I have known you for so long that I want this.", she says and steps towards you, her bare feet heavy on the ground as she comes to stand in front of you, "You have always been kind to me. To me and to the others. You treated us well and never showed fear of us. You treated us like family. You gave us names and made us feel...human."

She reaches out for you then, grasping your hand in her own large, powerful one and bringing your hand up to her chest to press your palm against her breast over her heart. "I love you for that and all the others feel the same. We have waited for the day that you would take over so we could be with you like this. Do not deny us this joy."

"...Erin...I...", you stumble, feeling frankly overwhelmed by her words.

"Hmmph. I em still right here, you know. I em starting to feel rather unappreciated vith all dis talk about how much you favor Dietrich over me.", your father grumbles from behind you and you can't help but chuckle slightly at that.

"Hey. No comments from the brain trust, okay? This isn't about you right now.", you remark and then turn your attention back to Erin, giving her a nervous grin, "Um...are you sure about this?"

Erin nods slowly to you and reaches a hand up to touch your cheek with surprising gentleness. "I am."

She says that with such surety and purity of emotion that you find yourself hard-pressed to find a reason to deny her. Or to even think that you should deny her when she spoke so clearly about what she wanted and how she felt. Can you really turn your back on that when you claim to care so much about the girls?