Keep your dad from interfering

A quick moment of thought grants you an epiphany. You can finally grant your life-long dream for a harem of your own making. All you needed to do was get girls, and a place for them to stay. Luckily, you have both of those things right here.

Using the sharpie that's still in your hand, you walk over to the nearest wall and write "Ryan Ferro's". Hopefully you'll be able to claim the entire property as your own, but that might take some testing to figure out. For now though, you just turned your childhood home into the new home base for your harem.

As you stand there, proud, your mother walks back into the house, "Ryan, what did you write on the wall? Are you two or something?"

"Mom, just take a look at it"

Your mom rolls her eyes and walks closer, only to have her expression change once again into shock. "Oh, sorry Ryan, I suppose this house is yours. You have the right to do anything you want with it. What does that mean for me and your father though?"

"Well, you're my property, so you can stay here, but dad is going to have to find another place to stay. How did he take finding out that you were my property by the way?"

"I think he was just really confused to be honest, he kinda just blew it off quietly. I feel bad for him, Ryan, in one night he finds out that his home and his wife have been his son's property all along. Don't get me wrong though, I am very happy to know that I belong to you. To be honest with myself, I think I've always known, ever since I learned I was pregnant."

That’s pretty interesting, but its unimportant for now. You need to focus, your harem won’t build itself! You definitely need your dad out of the picture, so he needs to see the wall. He’s cooking outside right now though, so you should probably just make him leave once he’s finished. And speak of the devil, your father walks in the back door with a tin-foil covered plate.

“Hey dad, can you look at this?” I say as I point to the spot on the wall.

“Hold on, let me get these steaks down on the table.” Your dad didn’t make eye contact, it seems on purpose. Fortunately, he does quickly come over to you to see your claim. “Hold on son, you own this house?”

“I always have”

“Well, son what does this mean for me and your mother? Do we have to move out?” Your father was clearly panicked, but you needed him away. If he isn’t able to get another house, you can always claim one for him, so he won't have to pay or anything.

“Well dad, Mom can stay, because she’s my property, but I’m afraid that you’ll have to find yourself someplace else to stay from now on.”

“What do you mean, Sarah, you’re okay with this?”

Your mother, who has been quietly waiting to the side his whole time, responds “George, I’m Ryan’s, and so is this house, I’m only going to respect his wishes, and honestly, you should too. I mean, we’ve been living in our son’s home without his permission for 18 years now!”

“I-... No, you’re right Honey, I should leave. Thanks for letting me stay for as long as you have, Ryan. I’ll go pack my things.”