Getting Ready…

Fortunately, before your date with Penelope Whitaker, Theresa awoke you. You expected a full court press for sex from Theresa but instead she was uncharacteristically quiet about it.

Theresa quietly helped you get ready for the date. It was while she was washing you down in the shower that the absurdity of the scenario spawned a new worry for you.

After-all Theresa was naked in the shower with you & washing your body for you. You could do it by yourself, but she took the time to continue giving you hypothetical tips on how to respond.

Strangely you feel loath to even second-guess your new incestuous relationship with Theresa. As she said you owned her, & neither of you have yet to produce a way to change that. If she got her way, for better or for worse, you were going to also be fucking Monica Shaw, your mother.

Therefore, it seemed imperative that you breach the topic with Penny. You respected her too much to forego making it clear that you ‘owned’ two women & had sex with said property, your sister. “How in the world am I going to tell her about you.”

Theresa paused while she was rinsing suds off your body. “You could… I don’t know, save it for something other than bringing it up on the first date?”

“Would you be OK with that if your boyfriend said that?” You retort.

“I think it is safe to say that for all intents & purposes my boyfriend owns me, master.”

Unbidden, your cock twitched, and Theresa gave an amused smirked before continuing. She did seem to enjoy finding ways to control you. It also seemed like you owed it to her, to allow her control over you. “I get your point though… if it was a previous boyfriend…?… no, I would not.”

“Were you single before I claimed you?” You surprised yourself with how easily the words came out of your mouth. It was accurate but the entire idea has been inspiring some angst for you.

Theresa was now toweling you off thoroughly. “No… the thing you have to realize with popular girls, is that they tend to have more than one boyfriend. I was far from an exception to that rule.

“However, this morning…?… I broke it off with them. You own me, so you own the exclusive right to decide who I date… 'Dating' only you is what is prefered by me, other men just fail to compare to sex with you… and, none of them would have accepted being cut off as a natural progression of our relationship.”

“Are you happy with quasi-dating me?”

Amused but incredibly happy giggles came from Theresa. “I love how sensitive you are with my desires… I would have never have chosen this in a million years. Yet, ironically I am now loving that you gained the ability to own me.”

“Oh shit! Is mom now cutting off sex with Dad?”

Theresa giggles again in mirth & hugs your naked but now dry body with her head against your chest. “No Mast-”

You cut Theresa off, “-Call me any other term of endearment outside of sex please. I do get off on it, but I am trying to find a way to salvage a healthy relationship with you. Being a fuckbuddy is alien to what I want.”

Your statement surprised yourself. You would have never thought of either dating or fucking your sister, but you are also content with your new burgeoning relationship with her.

You feel Theresa smile warmly while still pressing herself against your flesh. “I can work on a series of commands that could achieve that purpose… Lover. Only because it seems to matter to you, I would very much like to gain more liberty. It would be nice to say have a girls night with my friends at college.”

“That will always be the case Theresa, I will always want to know how you feel with anything…”

Your words spurred an epiphany for how to mitigate your ownership. “I hear by order you. Theresa, to exhibit free will. If any order in the future seems to forgo your free will, ask for me to clarify.” It would be interesting to see if your sister’s behavior changed.

You became vexed when Theresa simply began to help you dress & tie your tie. She was obviously holding back more giggling as she smiled without looking at your eyes. “I told you that I am happy with being with you, Bubby. You can give whatever order you want but I think, Iam now hardwired to reciprocate your pleasure. That includes Monica.

“Dad will get pissed… hell it may even destroy their marriage. I’ll admit, I didn’t exactly think that one through fully… Yet, Monica will always be conflicted with her sexual desire for you & you being her son. The more you hold her at arm’s length, the more she will suffer.”

You are unsure how you feel about what Theresa opinions about mother. It seemed the both of you were attracted to mother. It is not every day that a daughter gains momentary insanity long enough to cast an irreversible love spell on her married mother. At least, you hoped Theresa regretted forcing this family conflict.

Quickly you were dressed as quickly as you could have done by yourself. The tie may have been difficult to manage. Yet, you did enjoy feeling Theresa patting & pressing her hands along your body to smooth out your dress cloths.

You had decided this morning to object less, & listen more, to what Theresa wanted to do. However, when she handed you the keys to her sports car, you were unable to help yourself.

“What? Did you also sign my name onto your car?”

With mirth & a giggle, Theresa shook her head with a warm smile still present. “No… Lover, you have seemed to be letting me continue to pursue my major at the university, & until you get there, it would be counter productive to have to call & ask to use your car. Yet, all that is owned by me, is also owned by you by default.”