You got to work

Breakfast was pretty silent, Your Father and Mother continued to talk about work and Lora and Amber were quietly gossiping. You and your Sister didn't speak. You were in your thoughts as you slowly ate. Your Sister on the other hand was shoveling food as fast as she could.

You suspect more to distract herself than anything.

She finishes quickly and hurries to put her dishes in the sink and run up stairs. You turn just in time to see her tight ass disappear up the stairs. As you turn back to your meal you catch your father smiling at you. Just as you lower your head in embarrassment your mother speaks, "Don't do that sweetie. Your sister is beautiful, and if you play your cards right, will soon be a member of your own Harem."

You drop your utensils, "Ok, can we talk plainly?"

Your Father puts down the newspaper and your Mother swivels the chair to better face you. Lara and Amber look up for a moment, but just return to gossiping, just at a quieter level.

"Of course." Your Father says.

"Why do you want me to have a Harem so quickly? Why do you seem to be pushing for Sarah to be part of it? I understand that you, as parents, want your children to be happy and want grandchildren. But even for you, this is a rush."

Amber and Lora stop talking and just look at Father.

He sighs before speaking, "I am dying. Its a recent disease called Ruelbac's Disease. It has the moniker of Mother Earth's ****. It arose shortly after the War. Im sure you understand where the nickname came from. Due to being such a new ailment, It is incurable. Some people have it but not enough to be lethal. Some have it enough to be lethal in mere days. I have had it since just after Lora became pregnant. The doctors who have examined me believe I have a few messily months, but so little is known about the illness that it could disappear or it could worsen."

You processed the information before replying.

"So you could die tomorrow, or in 50 years?"

"Possibly, but if the illness stays as it is right now, I have 5 months. Going off the records of previous patients who match my demographic, there is a pretty low chance of it changing."

"That explains the push, but why Sarah?"

"Son, you know her. She is so shy that if any guy approached her she would clam up and run away. At least around you, she is open and speaks more than two words responses. She likes you, is comfortable around you, and you like her. Is there a possibility that she finds someone else? Yes, but within 5 months? Unbelievably low. Id like to see my children happy and cared for before I die."

You speak up, "You will see the birth of another of your kids, but not the other."

Your Father ground his teeth, "Nor will I see either grow up. But I have seen two of my children grow into amazing people. Now I'd like to see them happy, and know that it'll be forever, before I go."

"Dad, Is there anything I could do for you?"

"Make your Sister happy, in all ways. And," He paused to look at each of his wives, "When I go, do the same for your Mothers."

This took you by surprise, but by the looks your Parents shared, they had already spoken about it.

"What about the Clinic?"

"That is what we have been working on. The Clinic will be ran by your Mother. We are preparing it to last after I pass. However, with me gone, your Mother wont be able to handle so many patients, so we are working to lower it. That means that there will be less income."

"That's why you want me to take over?"

"Certainly not the only reason, but it is the one that first brought up this thought. Son, none of us are expecting you to take all of this on your shoulders alone. I know that you will try, and nothing any of us say will change that, but I am hoping that you grow to rely on others. You are smart, but more importantly wise. You are strong, not only physically, but also mentally. You are one stubborn ass, something that caused conflict between us on several occasions, but something I am hoping will aid you in the coming days. Yet, above all of those, you are protective.

When I pass, many will begin to circle around this family like vultures. They will see free women and try to steal them away. And many of them wont care for laws, and many know loopholes or bribes to get around them. I know that once you consider something yours, it'll take the very **** of hell and then some to take it away."

An alarm sounded out from your Mother's tablet, it signaled that it was time for your Parents to leave for work. Everyone stared at it until your Mother turned it off. Your Father stood, everyone else following suit.

"Kyle, I know that I haven't said it as much as I should have, but I am proud of you."

With that, all of your Parents walked to the door where their work clothes hung. You sat back down and just stared at the table. You continued to stare even after they had left, Lora returning to clean up breakfast. When she grabbed your plate, you stood up and walked to your room. Lora watched you go.

It was around the time where you'd sit down at your desk to work, but you couldn't bring yourself to do. You looked around the room that only an hour ago was strange to you. Spotting a punching bag in the far corner, you head for it. Without bothering with the gloves or wraps, you begin to beat the bag. Even in your memories, you don't remember ever punching so hard or so long. You lose track of time. You just continue to beat the bag, punching your emotions out.

You are brought out of your daze by someone knocking on your door. Taking a moment to calm yourself, you head over and open the door. Its your sister. She was dressed in her School uniform. She had a few boxes and bags with her.

"Hey Kyle, I'm here to drop of some of my stuff." She said with her gaze on the carpet.

Without thinking you pull her into a hug. She lets out a surprised sound but doesn't stop you. After a moment, she hugs back.

"You know I love you right?" You ask

"Of course."

Lora called up from the kitchen, "Sarah! The Bus is here!"

You let go of your sister and watch her hurry downstairs. As she goes, you notice that her shirt hugs her tits very well, her skirt barely covering her ass. You remember when she was first enrolled, she had protested the uniform and had pushed the limits of the dress code in order to cover more skin. Now, she didn't think twice about it. Just this morning she had been your adorable sister you wouldn't mind seeing in way that wasn't in a sibling way. Now, she was someone you had to protect.

Your Father had been correct, you were highly protective. Resolving yourself, you sat down at your desk and spent the next several hours researching everything you could. About Harems, their laws and customs. About Inheritance. About laws and customs of this new world. About the war, its causes and effects. And finally, you researched numerous ways you could protect your girls, both legally and not.