Going Home…

Monica Shaw was sitting on the coach drinking liquor with Theresa Shaw when you got home. She immediately jumped up, but then wobbled a bit before sitting back down for a moment.

That scene had you laughing without thought. You walked over & sat down because you already knew Theresa & Mother would grill you about your date regardless of your wants. Given that one of them will be climbing into bed with you, it seemed a lost cause to hold it as confidential.

You just sat back and let the silence in the living room grow increasingly awkward. Strangely & abruptly Monica was the one who was unable to contain herself. “So! How was the Date? It’s ten o’clock so it couldn’t have been that bad.”

Mother, ever the pragmatist, had you rolling your eyes. “It was… phenomenal really. I told her about my… gift-”

Theresa groaned with dismay at hearing about your abandonment of her advice to keep it a secret for now. Yet, she perked up as you continue.

“… it took a bit of effort to convince her my Divine ability was real, but I did succeed. Fortunately for me, our waitress was an old friend of her family that Penny knew had zero contact with me. Our realities just fail to even be close-”

Blurting out, with dread Theresa interrupts you. “Did you sign your name on the waitress, while Penny watched?”

“No, you would know if you let me finish.

“Afterwards she opened up to me with a couple secrets of her own. It seems, we will be joining her existing relationship with Faith. I asked her if we could go on another date this coming week, but with Faith… since I doubt, she likes being left out.”

Still impatient, Theresa responded first. That is after she waited a moment. “Yes yes, you were compassionate & empathetic, we already know that. Then what happened? Did she say yes?”

“No, Penny in turn also asked for you to join us on the date.”

“Yes!” Theresa arm pumped in celebration, but she stalled half way through the movement. “Wait what? Me? Why?”

You smirk at how uncomfortable Theresa suddenly seemed to get. “We already are fucking, & she wants to meet said girl before agreeing to going out with us.”

“Still wait… why is there an us in this scenario?”

You roll your eyes, “I told you before that you are ordered to exhibit free will. Are you going to now reject a relationship with me?”

Theresa blushed cutely and looked away demurely to the side. You doubt she has much experience with being demure towards anything or anyone. Apparently, she had yet to consider how far you were letting her go.

“Yes, I… no I mean, no I am not rejecting our… relationship, I just never considered I would be free… well not really free, but close enough for me.” There still was a blank look on Theresa’s face.

Getting flustered, Theresa fell back onto her crutch of being aggressive. _“I already told you that would be impossible for mother or I. Whatever your gift is, we are now hardwired to experience pleasure in helping you find pleasure_…” She rolled over to straddle your hips & smother you with her lips. It was several minutes before Monica let out a nervous giggle of her own.

_“_Oh now… Don't be involving me in this now. I appreciate your own compassion & sympathy regarding Master & Theodore. However, I don’t think that is appropriate for me to be involved”

“I am sorry mom; this is your night. Yes, I will go out on a date with Penelope, Faith, & you.”

Theresa arm pumped again in celebration, & instead of jumping this time. She did slowly get up after grinding her vulva into your dick for a couple minutes, before going over to the kitchen to get another drink. You did not realize it was for you until she was pushing it at you.

“I can’t drink… I am not even out of High School.”

Monica waved her hand to dismiss your concern, “Master, I agree with Theresa, please you deserve a drink in celebration. If you are old enough to die for your country, you are old enough to drink. You are also home & have nowhere to go until at least tomorrow. So, a couple drinks won’t hurt you. Theresa has them measured for when you are ready.”

“Where’s dad?” Monica flinched and only followed that with a sigh. Instead, it was Theresa who answered. “That is what brought us to this liquor party. I just adlibbed it as your celebration when you got here.” Theresa seriously lacked any ounce of shame.

“Despite mom doing a respectable job of hiding her secret. Dad managed to catch on to her persistently letting herself imagine she was fucking you, while they were fucking.

“That led to a huge fight over your ownership of her. He got this idea that she allowed you to claim her… his wife… your mother… & he was still harping on the ****, I had no idea he would be this stubborn about my own body…

Monica spoke in defense of Theodore. “Love, it is different when it is someone you have been raising sense birth. That instinct isn’t a light switch that can be turned off just because you are in college.”

“I wonder if someone was helping dad in his… concern.” You say with a smirk.__

Theresa rolled her eyes at you. “What kid wants to be responsible for breaking up their parents…?… It sure as hell isn’t me.” She said that with such passion that you are prone to believe her.

To console Theresa, Monica responded, “Love, it wasn't your fault. Nothing you did could control how your father is acting…” Catching yourself from snorting to strongly into your drink you stifle an urge to laugh.

“Is there something wrong master?”

“Why do you keep calling me master, mom?” You side step the issue as you had thought Theresa said their earlier conversation, while you were on your date with Penelope Whitaker, covered this subject.

A very deep crimson blush colors the cheeks of Monica. “Yes well… Your sister… well I guess Theresa, mentioned it may be easier for me to cope with my emotions & thoughts about you, by choosing to talk to you with less familial titles. So far she her advice as helped a lot since you have been home.”

Continuing from the earlier topic about Theodore, Theresa said. _“Afterwards_, dad decided to give up & move in with grandpa & grandma. Given they were third cousins, I doubt they will be giving him much sympathy.”

Monica insisted, “The **** would also critical for me, if I was not owned by… Master.” You began to get an idea that mother was refusing to identify you, as her son.

You vaguely understood the coping mechanism. Partially because you were doing the same thing with Theresa, & her being your sister… You have just stopped really thinking about both ideas. It hurt to keep thinking about it.

Of course, Theresa was still your sister. Conversely, it still seemed very wrong to continue feeling the way you now do for her, while still call her your sister. You were absolutely developing a kink for it, but outside of sex she was just a young woman.

Since your own… Monica gave you permission, you drank what Theresa called a Flaming Doctor Pepper. It kind of tasted like Doctor Pepper but it was a lot better. Kind of like Eggnog with rum.

However, unknowingly &/ unobservedly Monica had let Theresa use a big mug to make your drink. This was important because you guzzled it all down at once. It hardly tasted like liquor at all.

That is until twenty-six minutes later when your own equilibrium took a vacation.

With a greater slur in your words, “Oh! & Penny thinks I should order Theresa to try to get pregnant…”

“What the Fuck!?!” Theresa promulgated to us, her disbelief. She was too surprised to think on this too quickly. So, she just stared at you still with her look of disbelief.

“Are you ordering me to leave myself open for us having a baby?” Theresa asked strangely slowly. It was as if her brain was trying to process conflicting orders. Yet you didn’t think you were ordering her.

“Theresa what is the problem? Your free will still exceeds in priority to anything else I have said…”

With immense relief Theresa sighs, “That helps! Thank you! But that isn’t it. I thought you were letting me finish my degree at college?”

It dawns on you what the conflict seemed to be for your sister. “Oh! yes I do order you to do your best in completing all requirements for finishing your education. The priority of that is equal your Free Will.”

A groan of disappointment is Theresa’s only response. It took several minutes before mother took pity on you & explained. “Master, you just order her to ‘do her best’, that means she will have to study much more than she does. Previously she only studied enough to still qualify for her athletics scholarship.”

That sparked a different concern for you, “Oh! To avoid conflicting with your scholarship, you will time any possible pregnancy to begin during the last two months of your current season.”

Theresa stared at her mother, “How did you? I went to earnest effort to hide my… extracurricular activities… from notice of my parents.

“But… er… Lover, they will allow me to be pregnant at any time. They kind of required by law & the N. A. A. C. P. They just will not pay for it, or for raising it. They refuse to be seen as promoting single parents. Tangentially, the state refuses to give college student unemployment checks.”