Her story begins with her parents...who were siblings.

A/N: As promised, I edited the last chapter by now to make it align with the second-person POV format from the rest of the branch. Moreover, I expanded it a bit and also added a few images and GIFs. So, I hope you enjoyed the updated & expanded version of the last chapter and the new one down below as well. If so, as always, I definitely appreciate reviews.

Know, however, that I also updated an earlier chapter too (the 73rd one of the branch) too once I sorted out my editing software issues. In short, it's a bit longer now, but most importantly, it has extra GIFs I couldn't have ready a few days ago so if you want to check out the new and improved version, here is the link: https://chyoa.com/chapter/By-telling-the-lesbian-girlfriends-he-owns-to-first-put-on-a-show-for-him.1732963

Anyway, thanks for the continued support, and happy reading.

Kira's POV

Your Master's eyes softened as he looked at you, his cock still hard and ready, but clearly willing to listen to what she had to say.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you looked at him. You felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation, knowing that you needed to be honest with him but also feeling a sense of shame and fear about your past.

"Master, I...I have something I need to tell you. Something about my past and why I'm afraid of pregnancy." You began, her voice shaking slightly.

Master Michael nodded, his expression turning serious.

"Go ahead, Kira. I'm listening."

You took another deep breath, your eyes never leaving his. "Master, I...I was born out of ****," You blurted out quickly, as if ripping out a bandaid. "My father was my mother's brother, and they were...close. Very close. And when my mother got pregnant, she hid it, and no one found out until I was born. My father was eventually arrested and had the misfortune of being stabbed to **** by another inmate before he fulfilled his sentence. And my mother...she couldn't handle it. She died by suicide when I was just a baby."

Your owner's expression darkened, at the same time as his eyes widened, and he then reached out, cupping her cheek. "Damn, Kira. I am so sorry to hear that."

You leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his warmth.

“My grandmother raised me, but she was old and struggled to take care of me. She died when I was nine, and I went into foster care. I bounced around from home to home, never really feeling like I belonged. I was a troubled kid, and I acted out a lot. I got into fights, I stole, and I did whatever I could to get attention and feel something, anything. Anything was better than the numbness I felt inside, tied to the knowledge that society considered my very existence to be an abomination and my very birth a sinful mistake...” She trailed off, her voice small.

Master Michael’s thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear, as a look of understanding reached his gaze. “And then you found your way to the gym, I take it? You found a place where you could channel that anger, that pain, into something positive.” Michael guessed; his voice was soft and comforting.

You nodded, your eyes closed as you practically hugged yourself on reflex.

“Yes, Master. I found a mentor at the gym, someone who saw my potential beyond the circumstances of my birth and helped me turn my life around. I started training, and she helped me find a place to belong. A safe place where I was accepted for my deeds rather than by the shame of my parents acts."

He gave you a small smile. "Sounds like a kind and understanding mentor. I would like to thank her personally if I ever get the chance to meet her."

At that, Laurel actually chuckled to the side, a fond look in her eyes. "That was actually my mother, Carmen Rodriguez. You would like her, Master. She has the patience of a martyr, the motherly kindness of a saint, and the strength of a protective lioness."

You nodded with what was sure to be a nostalgic look in your eyes while their Master raised an eyebrow. "Ah. I take it that she was the one that introduced you two, then?" He asked.

"Yes, and she was nothing but supportive when I came out of the closet to her," Laurel said with a smile that seemed to beam at distant memories. "Moreover, she approved of my relationship with Kira despite everything and was happy the two of us had found love."

You sighed as you nodded. "She was the mother I always wanted, truth be told, and I will always love her for that. We lost touch with her last year, after we decided that we didn't want to involve her in the whole criminal debt we got ourselves into, out of fear for her safety. Knowing her, she was liable to find a way into the gang's stronghold guns blazing all by herself if it came to that, and we feared she would get herself killed. I just hope she survived the first week of this madness, as I really want to see her again."

Your owner looked at her for a long moment as if calculating his response carefully. But then he nodded, more to himself than for their sake, it seems.

"This Carmen Rodriguez sounds like a wonderful woman," He said with a soft smile. "If she still lives and we can find her one day, know that I will welcome her into my group. Strength in numbers and all that. Plus, I would like to repay her for taking care of my property so well for so long."

You smiled happily before sighing, releasing a tension you hadn't quite realized you were holding, while Laurel herself beamed at their one true owner. "Thank you, Master. The offer is very much appreciated, unlikely as it may be. But yeah, the point I was trying to make is that I have always had a lot of psychological baggage to sort through whenever the topic of marriage and raising families came up," You admitted, lowering your gaze. "I mean, I was Laurel's girlfriend for 6 years before we had to put things on breakup hold while in fear of Carlos and the rest of the gang, and you do not remain in a committed relationship with a woman you love for so long without wondering about these things. But whenever the topic came up, I always preferred the idea that, if we were ever to have a kid, either through a sperm donor or through a close friend of ours or something that we were able to convince to let him fuck and impregnate one of us, Laurel should be the one to bear our child after we eventually got married. Not me...not with the hang-ups I have due to the circumstances of my birth."

Then you shook your head, sighing. "I will, of course, let you breed me too if that is your wish, Master. You certainly have that inalienable right, despite my misgivings on the matter. But my girlfriend is right as usual; it is best to put the cards on the table early so that you can make a more informed decision."

The man that owned you in each and every way, as was right and just, stared at you for a long moment as he contemplated what you had said. Then, he nodded almost imperceptibly as if coming to a major decision and opened his mouth.