Happily you’re a good provider.

You leave the records office with the understanding that Tammy will be meeting you at your place after she gets done with work. You’ve admitted your deception and explained an edited version of your reason for being here. As you walk out the front door, your phone rings. Chrissy. Your ride today, and your contact in the event that you needed to call your ‘office’.

“Any luck babe?”

You sigh, scanning the street for her car. The white Corolla is parked across the street by the Manuscript Museum. “How do you feel about sharing with non-family?”

“We really can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can we? Well, considering that you sadly only have one cock... does she at least like girls?”

“Um... it’s complicated. Now unlock the door.”

You fabricate a story as to the ‘how and why’ of your latest conquest, while sticking mostly to the truth. Chrissy’s own experience with the seductive nature of your hidden powers helps this along, as well as those powers themselves you’re pretty sure. “So in a nutshell, because I couldn’t keep it in my pants, I’m now the proud owner of a thirty-eight year old.”

“And you’re sure she’ll play well with others?”

Under any other circumstance you’d be skeptical, but the damn Multiplier which seems set on turning you into some Svengali-like harem master was pretty clear on Tammy now belonging to you on a pretty much permanent til-****-do-we-part sort of basis. “She’ll enjoy doing whatever I tell her to.” You sigh with resignation. “I’m reasonably certain that if I told her to jump off the High Bridge, she’d orgasm all the way down just because she was following orders.” This is a fuckload of responsibility.

“In that case we need to make a stop before we go home. Text Beth and let her know what’s up and to plan for an extra for dinner.” She grins wickedly, “We’re going shopping.”

You would think that being one of the two sex shops in the Twin Ports, Pure Pleasure would be a seedy little dive staffed by a greasy old man with snot in his mustache and stains on his pants. You’d be wrong. It’s a fairly modern structure in Hermantown, just outside Duluth city limits, with a scrolling marquee that proclaims that it is the home of the best dongs in Duluth in bright pink letters six feet tall.

The interior is just about as sexy as an army PX (and looks remarkably similar to the BX at Duluth Airport). White walls and floor, bright lights. A giant Pride rainbow on the back wall (so that isn’t at the BX...). Everything is presented without shame and neatly organized. The clerk at the desk is about 120 years old, and she appears to be darning socks (whatever the hell that means). She barely looks up from her knitting when you enter, and only then to take a drag off of what might be a joint or possibly the recently legalized CBD flower.

Chrissy clearly has some extra shopping in mind beyond what you’re here for and spends more time than you’re comfortable with browsing the various toys after you take the three minutes to pick out your objectives.

The only judgement from the clerk is a nod of approval as you pay in cash.

Beth’s RAV4 is parked in the lot and a rather unassuming Dodge Grand Caravan minivan in grey is on the street in front. Must be Tammy’s ride. Sensible and logical. Neither of which is an entirely accurate description of Tammy, but that’s neither here nor there. You’ve driven back with Chrissy texting on her phone the entire way. It strikes you as a strong possibility that the girls are probably teaming up on you again.

The aroma from the kitchen is the first thing you notice when you open the door. Savory yet light, with the faintest odor of fresh baked bread. Beth’s been busy. Coming inside with your little package you are greeted by a truly stunning sight. Beth kneels on the floor in the center of the livingroom on a pale blue pillow. Next to her is Tammy, under her knees a red pillow. Both have their eyes downcast. Neither are wearing clothing. The erection you’ve been ignoring for the last 20 minutes is no longer able to be set aside.

“Well, I’ll be fucked.”

Chrissy slips her arm around your waist from behind, “You certainly will.”

Dinner is a casual affair. Beth has outdone herself. Butter poached river trout with a crabmeat étouffée, saffron rice, and a ratatouille. The Chardonnay that she’s chosen pairs perfectly (you usually prefer reds, but sometimes a white works). Tammy, wearing only an apron, serves the meal, her unforced and cheerful submission on display, not just to you but to your sisters as well. The meal ends with Beth and Chrissy (who has assumed the uniform of nudity the others have chosen) snuggling with you on the couch and Tammy kneeling at your feet, resting her cheek on your knee. Yes. It’s time.

You shake off the girls and duck into the bedroom for a moment to grab the package, before returning to the room. “Assume the position, girls.”

Your sisters slide off the couch, Chrissy smiles knowingly and kneels next to Tammy, Beth following suit on the other side.

“Girls, each of you has pledged herself to me at one point or another over the last couple of days. Chrissy has pointed out to me that I have been slightly remiss in my response. I’m going to repair that now.”

You walk over and take a knee next to Beth, “My sweet sister. I’ve always loved you. I’ve wanted you for the last twenty years. A couple days ago you said something to me, addressed me in a very specific manner.” You swallow hard, “At the time I was balls deep in your ass, so I’ve decided to give you the opportunity to take it back. Would you like to?”

Beth’s eyes have filled with tears, which are now running down her cheeks, the look on her face is almost beatific. “I meant every word of it Jimmy.”

You smile and stand, kissing her on the top of her head. You walk over to Chrissy, again dropping to one knee, and take her face in your hands. “This was your idea. Are we doing this?”

Chrissy smirks at you, “What do you think, handsome?”

“I think you’re insane, and I love you for it.” You kiss her forehead and move to be in front of Tammy.

“Tammy, I met you about four hours ago. You can back out now if you want. If not, I can’t promise that what’s coming will be easy. But I’m offering you something. I’ll care for you, make sure you’re safe to the best of my abilities, and make all the hard decisions for you,” You take a deep breath, “in return, you will serve me as is your nature. I will trust you to look after my needs as you trust me to look after yours.”

While you wait for her response your hand slides into your pocket, fingers caressing the material of one of your three purchases.

“I’ve never wanted anything in my life more.” Her eyes shine, the radiant smile on her face one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen.

“Then bow your head.” She complies, and you pull the thin black doeskin choker from your pocket and slide it around her thin neck, fastening it in the back. You kiss her on the crown of her head, and while her body is wracked with sobs of joy, you repeat the process with your sisters.

Beth’s collar is red. Chrissy’s is white.

(Author’s Note: This chapter was hard to write, and the addition of Tammy to the little family may feel a bit ****, but things are gonna get pretty hectic pretty fast, and this scene is pretty damn important. ~W)