Marry Me…

You were sitting in the living room on the love sofa with Monica & Theresa while you drank liquor & celebrate your stunningly successful date with Penelope… she seemed to tacitly accept your ownership of your sister.

The night was still young at around eleven o’clock. Dad had reportedly left, to start living with grandpa & grandma. Your relationship with Monica & Theresa was beyond his ability to cope. It was the only move he could make, since Theresa & you are both past the age of consent.

“Then marry me…” You say in an offhand manner. The stunned look on the faces of both Theresa & Monica seemingly should have been expected.

However, a few minutes passed & you began to feel you were missing something. Mother spoke before you manage to find something to rebreak the ice that had formed. “Are you serious S-… Master? Theresa is as closely related as she could possibly be, even Europe would balk at that & they allow marriage of multiples.”

“We can still have a marriage ceremony… probably private & only select friends & family to avoid negative drama. We can also wear wedding rings as much as we want. The government is irrelevant with what we choose to do with ourselves socially.

“Secondly, Mom is independently wealthy, & I doubt she would let you attempt to raise the child on your own. Besides, rich people are allowed to be deviant... their only called eccentric. Even Albert Einstein married his cousin.

“Thirdly, Penelope, Faith, & I will presumably be there to help.

“Fourthly, our last name is already the same. So why involve the government at all?”

Monica rose her new glass of liquor, provided by Theresa. She is keeping everyone well supplied in drinks, & it is making everyone more daring than they would otherwise, including you.

You were always a happy drunk, so you are far from concerned about what will happen. Yet, Theresa had already displayed certain tendencies that really should had you more concerned.

After a couple minutes pass, Monica manages to lean into you as she asked. _“Can we wait until your f-… Theodore signs the divorce papers…?… If suggesting that is too presumptuous, then Master, I apologize.” _She seemed to be making an effort of separating who she, & father, are now versus your parents. You can see that as a coping mechanism but it saddens you that it was needed.

Without thinking you gently caress the sides of Monica’s head & lightly kissed her lips. Blushes deeply & bites her bottom lip as she looked into your eyes, you could see the conflict, as if it was written on her forehead. However, you wanted Monica to make the choice.

“I will also be explicit with you. Monica… Like Theresa, you also are to exhibit free will, & if there is a conflict in the future ask me to clarify. That is a cardinal order.

“Now, do you really want to divorce dad? Do you want to be with me?” You ask with no small in trepidation.

Monica smiled warmly & kissed you with greater heat than you showed a moment ago. “Yes… Lof-” She stopped herself & withdrew slightly still warring within herself on that choice.

Monica looked at your sister & grimaces before responding. “I know what I said before Theresa… & master has returned home. I am sorry, that I cannot be quiet as liberal as you.”

Then Monica returned to look towards you, equally apologetically… “Yet yes, I do… to the first question… Master… Your Fath-…

“-Theodore & I… We have essentially grown to be different people, than we were when we got married… Theodore is unwilling to tolerate who I am, versus who he thought I was when we were married…

“You see, Theresa & I have been talking about how your ownership effects us, for most the night. Regardless of your orders, Theresa has said she has always felt a part of herself reciprocating whatever you feel at any given moment.

“And… to answer possible future questions more easily. Yes, I am still a bit frightened by all these changes. I am disappointed in how Theodore has chosen to be recently. The divorce is because there seems to be no way for you to divorce your signature…” Monica seemed unable to stop from dropping her face to the side as she looked coquettishly at you. “… even if you wanted to do that…”