Ask the first one!

She looked at him thoughtfully. Then a lightbulb pinged from the look on her face. “Sister...let’s call them my sisters...”

“Sisters? As in plural? Em...what do you mean...”

“I mean, I’m the first...right? And things may be very different between us, but I am always on your side. So, if you so desire, Maaasster,” she closed her eyes and sighed before continuing, “I can be your head ****...your...sidekick? Besides, you need me. I can help you find better ways of gathering my new sisters. Because if you think you can just tell every future sister that you have some underwear you need them to check out for you, most are just going to kick you in the nuts and call the cops.” She shrugged and smiled at him.

Duncan stared for a second, and then started laughing. It was the first break in tension, besides the sex, during this whole situation. After catching his breath, he wiped a tear out of his eye. “Of course, Robin.” He sat back and just relaxed a little. “But you aren’t wrong. It was a flimsy excuse, and if I am going to do this again, I’m going to need a better strategy. So...our next...inductee, let’s make it someone no one will miss, no one will care, and that really deserves...” he blinked.

She blinked.

And then they said it together...