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Since we drove up here on a weekend and it was Saturday night, most government buildings or other facilities where we might get more information would not be open, nor would they be tomorrow. This trip wasn't about finding my family on the first try so much as it was about getting an idea about the area and where I might concentrate my efforts in the future. As far as the hospital went, I was mostly interested in learning how large a geographical area they usually serviced and maybe see if there were any staff who might have worked there over the last eighteen years. I figured if my uncle and I were born in the same area, it stood to reason I might have been born in the same hospital and maybe, however unlikely, there might be someone on staff who worked here back then. I didn't have any expectations, as this was such a long stretch, but I was here so I might as well try.

*****

On the way to the hospital, I decided to stop at a gas station along the way to pick us up something to drink. At first glance, Wausau didn't seem big enough to have a real 'seedy' part of town, so I was a bit surprised when I noticed some women standing in the empty parking lot adjacent to the gas station. Clearly they were prostitutes, judging by their apparel, but it was unseasonably cold out tonight and rainy meaning it would be a long slow night for them.

My time inside the station took longer than expected, because of a couple of bums trying to buy some whiskey with what change they had between them. After arguing about whether to buy less alcohol so they could buy some cigarettes, followed by a lengthy process of trying to min/max their purchase by selecting a product then rejecting it due to price, before selecting another, etc. After a few minutes they finally settled on their purchase, I quickly paid for mine and was out the door right behind them. They smelled like some of my fosters did. I never wanted to end up like that, but I digress.

As I walked back out to my car, I noticed that the girl's pimps showed up. I say 'pimps' as there were two of them, but I suspected that one was operating under the authority of the other. There were five girls, two with one pimp and three with the other, but it was the one with the three that caught my attention. Apparently one of the little white girls pissed off her pimp as he was really laying into her. Normally, I wouldn't care about such things, as I would punish my women when they got out of line, but for whatever reason this particular situation rubbed me the wrong way.

When I punish my women, I do it calmly and in a controlled manner. I have wailed on them from time to time, but that was always during a pain session and never during a punishment and I never struck them with a closed fist. A girl should never be beaten when you are angry because you lack personal restraint at that point, as evidenced by the fact that you're angry, under the influence of emotion. No, when you are angry, you put the girl on lockdown and you save physical punishment for when you are in a clear frame of mind, after having had a chance to weigh the punishment against the crime. What the pimp was doing was out of rage, by the look on the girl's faces. The fact the second pimp was standing by, keeping his girls out of the situation, told me that this was more than just an 'attitude adjustment' or 'correctional education'.

After slapping the girl around a few times, yelling at her, the large black dude drew his balled fist back and drilled the little girl upside the head, sending her straight to the ground, drawing cries and pleas of mercy from the other girls. I heard the hit from where I was standing as it popped loudly through the night air and I thought the girl was dead for sure or crippled at the very least. After a few moments, her pimp standing over her crumpled body yelling at her to get up, she finally started to move. I was a bit relieved to see her functioning and the fact she wasn't convulsing told me she wasn't suffering any sort of major brain damage from the blow, but when he started to kick her for not getting up quickly enough, I knew she was likely living on borrowed time.

Again, I had no business interfering with how a man wants to handle his woman, but this was not a man handling a woman. This was an animal and animals do not get to handle women. Animals have no impulse control and it was evidenced by how he was beating the shit out of this girl. It was bad enough he let his women sleep with other men, regardless if it was for profit, but he was a bully. He was using fear and pain to keep his girls in line, not confidence and leadership. He demanded his girls toe the line for him, but did not hold himself to a higher standard as an example. I used my girls as I pleased, but I always kept my girls at the forefront of my mind and everything I did was for them, for us. When I looked at this guy, I saw Robert, if he actually had the size to enforce his will. When he struck the little woman, I saw a larger, stronger version of Robert beating Melanie. Although Robert never struck Mel, I'm fairly certain it was because he was a small man and he was well aware of what I did to my last, bigger, foster dad and would probably do to him should he ever step over the line. As I watched this man, I saw my foster dads, animals, the lot of them, coming home drunk and pummelling me senseless for trivial errors. Not today, Sonny Jim.

I put my bag in the backseat and went to the trunk. I retrieved the L-shaped tire iron from there and slid half of it down the back of my pants. Sure, to anyone behind me, it was obvious what I was trying to conceal, but to anyone in front of me, they'd have no idea what kind of suffering awaited them. I closed the trunk and made my way to the vacant parking lot for some 'correctional education' of my own.

I knew this was stupid, they could've had guns for all I knew, but it had to be done before the poor girl wound up permanently disabled or worse. Even though these pimps were lousy owners, their girls would still be conditioned to serve them so I was potentially facing six opponents. However, like any pack, if you can quickly take down the Alpha first, you'll give the rest something else to think about, like maybe how loyal they really are to the Alpha for instance.

I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my girls had my back, because I cared about them and I wanted good lives for them. If someone attacked me and managed to put me down, I knew they would unleash Hell to protect me, because they loved me and I loved them. They were property, like the whores these pimps owned, but unlike these guys, I cared about my posessions and they were without a doubt the most valuable assets in my life, they WERE my life. I doubt these girls would say their pimps felt the same way, judging by how they were used and treated. Intimidation and pain will ensure someone's loyalty right up until the point you need it and that's when they stab you in the back and that was what I was counting on.

One of the girls called out to the pimps as she saw me coming across the parking lot toward them. This caused the two of them to turn and start approaching me, but not before the leader kicked his girl in the stomach and stomped on her arm one more time. As soon as they opened some distance on the downed girl, the other two girls with her swooped in to check on her. The two that were with the smaller pimp stood back, not wanting to get involved in anything. Even though it was two versus one at the moment, I knew enough not to dismiss the girls just yet.

A bit of advice for those who plan on getting into a brawl. Pay attention to how your opponent walks. If they step off with their left leg first, it is because they are right-handed. The most common first punch thrown in a fight will be an over-hand or straight jab from the dominant side so anticipate that first. Even if your opponent is a skilled fighter, if they perceive you as inexperienced, they are still just as likely to open with the same punch as any inexperienced one. It's their strongest punch and they want to put you down quickly, as most real fights rarely last longer than a few punches anyway.

Seeing the two men coming toward me, told me what I needed to know. The one beating the girl was the much bigger of the two, bigger than me. The other was a bit smaller than me, but was clearly the bigger threat. The big one would do more damage if he connected, but he was slow and out of shape, judging by the steam rising from his head in the cold night air after beating on a defenseless little girl. I hadn't seen the smaller one do anything, but the way he looked and moved told me he was no stranger to fighting and probably pretty good at it.

I had to put the big one down first. Not only because he was the Alpha of the group, but because I needed to face the better fighter one on one or they'd make short work of me. My best approach would've been to attack the one on the left first, but since that is where the better guy was, I had to attack the one on the right first instead.

Fortunately, my size did factor into their decision making process as they stopped about twenty feet from me and started calling me out, trying to intimidate me. I knew they were willing to fight, but it was clear that fighting was a last resort for them, because they didn't really want to risk tangling with a guy my size. Had I been a smaller man, they would've kept approaching me, unafraid of me, but they didn't, they stopped. In that moment, they just threw away the most important advantage they had going for them, the psychological one. The fact I was coming to meet them should've told them their numbers meant little to me and now that they stopped to flap their gums, told me that they knew it. Their hesitation put the initiative in my hands and that allowed me to set the pace of the engagement.

As I neared, ignoring their pointless attempts to impress fear upon me, they began to separate. Should I attack one, I'd be giving my back to the other, but I was fine with that. If I stopped, they would encircle me anyway so my only option was to push through one and keep him between me and the other.

I lunged at the big one just as I entered range of his strike, but rather than swing on him like I did against the four drunks, I ducked at the last second. His mighty fist sailed harmlessly over my head, but without my body to stop his momentum, he found himself off-balance, forcing himself to step into it or fall over. Using this advantage, I stepped past him, turning into him as I did so. Using my left hand to push on him, I was able to keep him off-balance, giving me time to pull out the tire iron. By the time he spun around to face me, I was bringing the iron down squarely against the side of his knee, creating a loud crack and pop in the load-bearing joint. His left leg buckled immediately, bringing the giant man tumbling to the ground, howling in pain.

Seeing the Alpha go down so fast and the iron in my hand as I marched toward him, the other pimp made the wise choice to flee the scene as fast as possible, leaving his women behind to fend for themselves. It didn't really matter though, as when I turned to face them, they had all started clearing out like roaches when the lights come on. There's that loyalty I was telling you about earlier.

I waited a few moments, making sure I wasn't about to get jumped by anyone I hadn't accounted for, before taking a knee beside the pimp, who was sobbing like a little girl, holding his crooked leg.

"You're going to take better care of your girls from now one, aren't you?" I asked gruffly, slapping his messed up leg, causing him to cry out.

"YOU BROKE MY MUTHA-FUCKIN' LEG!" He cried out.

"Yeah, that sucks getting treated like a bitch, doesn't it?" I squeezed.

"FUCK!" He yelled out, "WHAT CHU WANT, MUTHA-FUCKA?"

"What I want." I released his leg, "Is your promise to treat your girls better."

"WHAT?" He cried out, confused.

"I get it. I do. You have to discipline them." I said calmly, trying to appeal to his sensibilities, "But you need to discipline yourself, first. Understand?"

He just groaned, rocking on the ground.

"Stop. Beating. On. Your. Girls, UNDERSTAND?" I questioned, forcefully gripping his leg.

"GAAAAH! FUCK! YEAH, MUTHA-FUCKA!" He wailed.

I looked around, seeing the girl he was beating still lying on the sidewalk in front of the store where he left her.

"Oh, and I'm taking that one with me. She belongs to me now, right?" I asked, gripping even tighter.

He just nodded unequivocally.

"Good. I'm glad we could have this talk." I said condescendingly, as I patted his leg.

I stood up and began walking over to the girl, but stopping after a few steps.

"One more thing." I said, turning back to him. "I'll be around. You know, to keep an eye on you. I trust you'll hold up your end of our little agreement?" I mentioned, reminding him this had been neither a suggestion nor a negotiation. "I'd hate for things to become less... civil." I said plainly, inspecting the tire iron I'd just broke his knee with before turning to walk away.

I wasn't really going to be keeping an eye on him, but maybe if just a little intimidation made him re-evaluate his management skills and treat his girls just a bit better, then all of this would've been worth it. As it was, I needed to get the hell out of here and in a hurry, but I also didn't need to act like an irrational bitch either. Right now, I'm sure the other guy was going to get a gun or friends or friends with guns and come back and I'd been exceedingly lucky so far, but I wasn't about to leave the battered girl lying on the sidewalk where I'm sure she'd be punished further for my actions.

I made sure to keep my distance and circle around her until I was in her line of sight. I had no idea if she was armed and the last thing I needed to was to take a knife to the gut because I startled her by getting too close.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked earnestly, setting the iron on the ground and putting my hands up as I crept toward her.

This was the first time I was able to get a real good look at the girl and it stopped me in my tracks. Despite a swollen left eye, split lip and bloody nose, it was easy to recognize her facial features by the other half of her face, because they were the same facial features I'd been looking at my whole life. She appeared to be suffering from the same shock as I, as she had completely stopped crying and holding her face when she looked up at me.

"Wha... What is your name?" I asked, tentatively, squatting down near her.

"Dana." She moaned, still in pain, but dumbstruck by my resemblence.

"My name is David." I said, "David Olsen." I added, tacking my last name on hoping it would mean something to her.

Tears began welling up in her eyes at that point and her body started heaving from the explosion of emotion igniting deep within her heart.

"David?" She wept, throwing her arms out to me.

I quickly pulled her into my embrace and she clamped her arms around me, sobbing wildly against my chest.

The girl was young, around my age, with the same golden blonde hair and crystal blue eyes as I. She was considerably smaller than me, but as I said, there was no mistaking the similarity shared in our facial features. She also had a serious reaction when she recognized my name, plus her name was Dana and mine was David. This had to be a sister.

"Are we related, Dana?" I questioned softly.

She was too emotional to speak, but she nodded rapidly in my arms. This changed things. This was my sister and that man just beat her. I wanted to kill him now. I wanted to pick up the iron and cave the pimp's skull in, but not before I broke every other bone in his body first. This was no longer a matter of a pimp beating his whore, this was a matter of a man raising his hand to MY family.

Then I remembered my own thoughts. I was angry and I wanted to punish the man and this was wrong. I had already beat him and accomplished what I set out to do. Until now, neither of us knew this was my sister and I was emotionally compromised. To beat him further would invite disaster and quite likely, jail time. I needed to calm myself and get back to thinking with a clear head. Regardless of how our paths came to cross, if things hadn't gone down in this manner, I would've just driven off and missed out on my sister entirely. Besides, punishing someone when your angry is just something you don't do, whether it be your slave or some random asshole.

I told Dana we needed to get the hell out of there and she agreed. When she asked me about Dante and Tavian, the two pimps I was guessing, I pointed to the large man wimpering on the ground holding his leg. She said she was fine to move so I helped her up, grabbing the iron and started back to the car. She took me by surprise when she tried ripping the tire iron from my hand to collect her pound of flesh from the thug, but I was able to pull it away, taking her by the arm and dragging her away from the scene. The motel wasn't far from here, but I knew we were running out of time and I still had to pick up Bonnie. It wasn't enough to leave the scene, we needed to get out of this area as soon as possible, as I was sure they'd be combing the streets looking for us soon.

*****

During our brief ride back to the motel, Dana had mentioned that she, our mother and sister lived pretty close to there, in the same apartment complex as Dante and his brother. She didn't have time to go into details, but she said she wasn't one of his girls. She mentioned that he'd been trying to recruit the three of them to whore for him and he had become more and more demanding, implying violence and rape if they didn't give in. She said she went down there to confront him and offer herself to him if he'd leave the others alone and that's when he started beating her.

As she explained her story, I had no doubt that had fate intervened on my behalf once again. She would probably be getting raped and passed around right now had I not been delayed by the two bums in the gas station long enough for Dante and Tavian to show up. My blood boiled and I made a mental note to pay this man a visit sometime in the future. If his lifestyle didn't kill him before then, I was sure to. Yeah, fuck what I said about being anger and punishment, sometimes you have to put a rabid dog down.

I liked to think of myself as a rational and critically-minded individual, but I've seen enough in my life to believe that there is something out there greater than us. Some call it God, others call it fate, destiny, karma, even just dumb luck, whatever you want to call it, I was just too fortunate not accept that I was blessed in some manner. All my life, no matter how stacked against me the deck seemed to be, I always managed to draw a winning hand when it mattered most.

In my short life up to now, I'd found my way into Melanie's life, which led to finding Bonnie and Audrey. Now, on a whim, I'd driven hundreds of miles and while making a random stop at a gas station for beverages, I stumbled across my sister. I'd just saved her from a terrifying situation that I managed to come out of unscathed and now I'm about to meet my mother and other sister for the first time, hopefully saving them as well. If that wasn't enough, Melanie and Audrey were in New Mexico so she could file for divorce from her husband, and they just happen to find a divorce attorney, who happened to have an axe to grind with Robert offering to let my women stay in her own home. At only eighteen, I had already found more love and happiness than most others could ever dream to find in their whole lives and life was really only getting started for me. I knew as long as I kept my eyes on the prize and kept driving forward, never giving up, continuing to improve myself to be a better man, there was nothing I couldn't overcome.

We took the long way around and approached the apartment complex from the opposite direction one would normally take if coming from the gas station. I reasoned that if they were looking for us, that would be the route they'd most likely be looking for us. So far, the strategy was paying off as we didn't have any issues getting there. Now, the only problem would be getting back out safely. I would've loved to leave the car running with Bonnie at the wheel, in case we needed a quick escape, but if these guys recognized my car, there was no way I was going to leave my Bonnie alone to deal with it.

The complex was series of government assisted apartments lining either side of a long drive that connected to the same road at two locations, in a sort of semi-circle. This meant we could come in the least likely entrance the thugs would've used, park near a different apartment building and approach on foot. With a little luck, they would never see my car and we could be in and out before anyone knew we were there. Even though it was Summer, the unseasonably cold weather and rain worked to our advantage, keeping people inside that would normally be sitting outside if it was nicer.

We entered the building from the back and quickly made our way up the steps to the top floor. No one said a word and we did our best to minimize the sound of our feet ascending the steps. Dana already had her key out and was opening the back door as soon as we got to it. I ushered the two girls inside and closed the door behind me before turning to see two other startled women in the living room.

"What the-" The older of the two said, getting up from the sofa. "Dana, what happened?" She gasped in shock at the battered state of my sister.

"Mom, I'm fine." Dana assured her, "We have to get out of here, now." She told her.

Mother and other sister stood there dumbfounded, that is until I stepped forward. It had been eighteen years since she last saw me and I was only an infant, but mother's never forget their children, nor the resemblance I had with Dana. She knew who I was immediately. She broke down, falling to her knees, her hands clenching one another against her chest.

"Uh, hi, mom." I said awkwardly, the revelation causing the other girl to go into an emotional shock of her own.

I felt bad for the two women who had no idea what was going on, but we didn't have time to explain. I sent Dana and Bonnie to get a couple of garbage bags and pack them full of clothes for each of them and any valuables or cash stashes that might be tucked away because we weren't coming back any time soon. Meanwhile, I tried to bring my mother and sister back to reality and functionality again.

I was a bit surprised that my mother and sister didn't look quite as much like Dana and I did. Deborah, our mother and Danielle had strawberry blonde and red hair respectively and both had green eyes. Deborah was smaller than Mel at 5' and Danielle was hardly taller at 5' 1", unlike Dana who was an average 5' 5". Deb and Dani were incredibly small chested, sporting tiny A cups compared to the much bustier Dana who was packing away D's. I could see why Dante wanted these women though, as they were all very beautiful, delicate and with their pixie-sized frames, especially mom and Dani, they could've easily been mistaken for children from a distance or dressed to look like them, which is what I figured he had in mind for them. I had no idea how a woman as small as my mother could give birth to any children, let alone, someone like me who had to have been a large baby.

I went over to my mother and sister and tried to help them to their feet. While I was able to get them up, I was immediately swarmed in their embrace as they clung tightly to me. This was not the homecoming I wanted, but since Dana and Bonnie were busy, I figured I could spend a few minutes holding them back. After about ten minutes, the other two returned to the living room each holding a black garbage bag loaded with clothes. By now, Deb and Dani had calmed down enough to get their coats on and follow us out the back door. They still had no real grasp of the situation, but I was in command and they followed my instruction. I was just about to exit the apartment when I heard a group of guys hollering outside the front door followed by loud banging as they slammed their fists against it demanding to be let in. I eased the door closed and started making my way down the steps while the girls were near a full sprint as they exited out the back of the complex. I was just about to exit the building myself when I heard a couple of the guys who'd gone around the back of the building start hollering. It was on now.

Mom and Dani screamed as the men rushed them, but in their haste, they didn't see me coming out and charging them in return. Bonnie told them to keep running and stood her ground. I'd never seen Bonnie fight, but it was clear she was not one to triffle with. I guess it can get pretty rough and tumble in hick bars, because she squared up like a fighter, not like some average barfly. As I've mentioned before, Bonnie was a bigger girl, but she wasn't all fat, she was quite strong as well. Her readiness to brawl gave a moment of pause to the two dudes who were clearly expecting all the women to run and cower.

The thud of my feet on the soggy, wet grass as I barrelled toward them caused the two guys to look my way right as I plowed into both of them. I couldn't hit both of them at the same time, but that was fine. By railing most of my force into the first dude, I'd knocked the wind clean out of him and still had enough momentum take the second guy to the ground with me. Bonnie seized the opportunity and ran up, kicking the second guy right in the head, taking him out of the fight as well. With the two of them out of commission for the next few minutes, Bonnie helped me up and we soon joined the rest at the car.

I'd left the car doors unlocked for just such an occasion, confident no one would try to break in in the short time we'd be inside. This paid off as everyone was already packed inside by the time Bonnie and I got down there. Despite having two large garbage bags full of clothes on their laps, the girls were small enough to fit in the back together without much trouble. I fired up the car, threw it into gear and was soon speeding out the way we came in.

We had no reason to drive anywhere near here anymore so Dana navigated us directly away from the complex, on the quickest route out of town. We still needed a place to stay, but once we were safely out of town, we could take any roundabout course we wanted and re-enter town on the other side, far from where these guys would be looking for us. However, mother suggested another smaller town about twenty miles away that was already in our current direction of travel. I agreed and we made our way North.

*****

After about a half hour of driving, we pulled into the motel mother told me about. I went in and paid for two adjoining rooms and we were soon parked and unloading. I needed two rooms to have enough beds for everyone to sleep, but we gathered in my room to talk. We'd passed a McDonald's on the way in, so I sent Bonnie out to buy us all some food. I was dead on my feet, but I was also starving and I wanted some time with my family to decompress and bring everyone up to speed.

"I suppose you want to know why I gave you up for adoption?" My mother reservedly asked, once the four of us were alone and calmed down.

"I have my suspicions why." I answered, "I'm guessing it had to do with the same reason Uncle Bill was forced to move away?" I asked.

As you could imagine, it's not easy to broach the subject of incest and dom/sub relations to someone you're intimate with, let alone, complete strangers or worse, family. I was operating under the notion that dominance and submission could be hereditary and that my father sent Bill and I away for the same reasons my women and I decided to give up any sons for adoption and train our daughters to serve. However, that was only speculation and while Bill and I were similar, as were Bonnie and Audrey, and the fact my girls all shared similar views about incest, that didn't mean my family would. I had just found them after all this time and I didn't want to be disowned because I said the wrong thing. So I decided to hint to my mother that I knew why Bill was forced to move away and hope she picked up on it.

"Yes, it can be difficult raising boys." She said cryptically, "But that doesn't mean I didn't love you or want you."

"But," I interjected, "We can sometimes clash with our fathers, challenge them, if you will, and disrupt his happy home, his leadership?" I asked, passing my own cryptic message back to her.

"Yes." She smiled warmly, "That's precisely it."

"So where is father?" I asked.

"He passed about five years ago." She lamented.

"And you've been on your own since then?" I asked, rising to my feet.

"Yes." She answered, lowering her head.

"It's difficult without a head of the household, I take it?" I took a step toward her.

"Quite." She went to her knees, followed by my sisters, who had caught on to where we were going with this.

"So why haven't you found another man then?" I asked her, stepping before her and my sisters who now knelt before me.

"Because we already belong to one, my Son." She looked up, smiling.

I looked back down into my mother and sister's eyes as they looked back up into mine. I reached down behind my sister's heads and pulled them against each thigh before nodding to my mother who closed her eyes and rested her face against my groin. I felt an arm of each sister reach behind my legs to hold hands and doing the same with our mother. She, in turn, held her daughters around the waist as the four of us shared this moment of family bonding. They nuzzled their faces and cheeks against their new owner as I towered over them, making us whole once again. I gently stroked their heads as I closed my eyes, taking this moment in, the only breaks in the silence being when one of the girls sniffled back her tears. After we broke our embrace it was time to get down to brass tacks. We returned to our seats and I had mother tell me what happened to our family.

My family's history got complicate real fast as my mother explained our immediate family tree to me. My father died five years ago at the age of seventy-six. He was one of three children, two boys and a girl. Their names were Travis, my father, Theodore or Theo, his brother and Margaret. Travis was forced to raise his brother and sister when their parents died shortly after his fifteenth birthday. Over the following years, Travis and Margaret fell in love and were married when she was sixteen and Travis was nineteen. She used their mother's maiden name and were married in another state to keep the authorities from finding out.

This did not sit well with Theo, because he wanted his sister and it drove the family apart. Travis and Theo were both strong dominant men and probably would've ended up hating one another anyway, regardless of their shared interest in Margaret, but the fact she belonged to Travis and not Theo only exacerbated the matter. Theo vowed to take everything from my father and spent the rest of his life trying.

It was at this point that Bonnie had returned with our food and an ice pack for Dana. I told her that the secret was out and she was happy. Happy that our family was finally complete, but also happy that she could call me 'Daddy' and not 'David' in front of them. I told them I'd share my side of the story afterword and mother went back to telling her tale as we ate.

Mother said that while Theo was a strong dominant man in his own right, he paled in comparison to his brother, which only infuriated him more. She explained that Margaret gave birth to fraternal twin daughters, Joan and Joyce. However, tragedy struck when Margaret died in child birth, leaving Travis to raise his daughters alone. Travis had planned on claiming both of his daughters, but decided to give Joyce to his brother to help mend the strain between them. Theo accepted Joyce as his daughter and eventual wife and things seemed to be fine between the two of them, but it was all an illusion. Theo's rage could never be satiated and he still schemed to bring his brother down.

Theo didn't want to wait as long as Travis to sire a child with Joyce and she gave birth to Uncle Bill about six years ahead of Joan. However, giving birth so early caused problems with Joyce, preventing her from having any more. Theo was once again upset with his brother. Not only did he have to be given his wife from him, the girl he was given bore him a son and left her unable to bear any more fruit. He felt cheated, despite everything Travis had done for him, even surrendering his own daughter to him and Theo's own hand in sterilizing his niece.

Travis kept trying to close the gap between his brother and himself, but Theo simply wouldn't have it. In fact, he ended up giving custody of Bill to Travis as he couldn't stand the idea of competing with another male. He turned bitter and abusive toward Joyce after that and had her locked up most of the time. She was reduced to little more than a cum recepticle and whipping post. Travis offered to take her off Theo's hands, but of course, Theo rejected him. Mother said that Travis admitted that giving up Joyce was the biggest mistake of this life. I lost quite a bit of respect toward my father, knowing he could give up one of his women to another man and even more when he realized his mistake and did not correct it.

Mother explained how their lives changed when she turned sixteen. Theo, already crazy as a loon and drunk as a skunk, finally snapped completely. Police reports would later show that he murdered his wife in their home before paying a visit to his brother. It was later in the evening, after she had gone to sleep and her parents were downstairs in the kitchen. Theo bust into the home and levelled his shotgun at Joan, cutting her down before she even had a chance to get out of her chair. He turned the double-barrel on his brother and fired, clipping Travis in the side. Wounded, but filled with rage and fear for his family, Travis attacked his brother before he could get reloaded and beat the life from him.

Travis survived the attack, but lost a kidney, half his liver and a lung from the shotgun blast. He was a broken man after that, both physically and mentally. He lost his beloved Margaret long before her time and two daughters to his insane brother because he tried to be amicable with a lunatic.

About six months after Joan was laid to rest, mother said she offered herself to our father. She said she expected him to claim her by then, but he was just the shell of the man he used to be. Still though, he was the man of the house and she'd been raised to be his so his she was determined to be, even if she had to do it herself. She finally talked Travis into making a woman of her and nine months later, she gave birth to Danielle. It was around this time that Bill's dominant tendancies started to become an issue.

It started out innocently enough. Travis was unable to keep his good paying job after the injury and had to take a job packing boxes in a warehouse for barely above minimum wage. They were forced to move out of their nice home in the country into an low-end two bedroom bungalow. Even though he'd been moved out for a few years now, Bill wanted to contribute to the family, but because of his dominant nature he started making decisions without consulting Travis first. He also started taking it upon himself to giving duties to my mother. Mother said she thought he was only doing what he thought was best, but she also admitted that it was not his place to interfere in her "husband's" family. She convinced Travis to send Bill away and they'd make due on their own.

A few years later, mother was pregnant with twins, Dana and I. When the ultra-sounds confirmed I was a boy, she had to once again convince Travis to part with me. I'll admit, it was difficult hearing mother tell me it was her decision to give me up, but I understood and agreed with it regardless.

I saw a lot of Melanie and Audrey in mother. She was totally committed to the man who ruled her, believing she was born to be his, that it was her destiny and she embraced it wholly. She was so dedicated to Travis that even when his life was in ruin, she was willing to stand by him no matter what, even if he was no longer the dominant force she used to know him to be.

The last thirteen years of his life, Travis continued his downward spiral into nothingness. Still though, mother stood by his side as devoted and loyal as ever. It broke her heart every day to see him like that, but she did find some solace in being there for him for every day he had left in this world. Her biggest regret was that their daughters would never know his touch like she did, but now that I had returned to their lives, hopefully that would change.

When I asked about the differences in everyone's appearance, mother explained that we got them from Margaret and Travis. Margaret had red hair and green eyes, while Travis had blonde and blue. Furthermore, since Dana and I were twins and I was a big baby, it made sense Dana was bigger than the other two women, but it still surprised her at just how much bigger than Dana I was when we were born. In fact, she said I was so big that she had to have a caesarean section in order to get me out because I wouldn't fit down her vagina. I think my mother had a mini-orgasm when I quipped that I was concerned if I'd fit now.

Mother asked if I wanted to her to strip so I could find out and was disappointed when I told her, no. It wasn't that I didn't want to make my mother, but I was too tired and I had a lot on my mind. I told them I already had three pregnant women and now I had three more. I was only eighteen and in a span of less than a month, I effectively had a harem and unless I got back to work on Monday, I wouldn't have a job to support myself, let alone, any of them. That's when all of them chimed in offering to take up jobs to help support our family, to which I had to cut them off.

Finances were only going to be part of the problem. I had Mel and Aud in New Mexico trying to work through a divorce, who had no idea I had just inherited three more women they didn't know existed. I was still trying to balance my attentions between the three I already had and train them in their routines and then there was Bonnie...

"Get a fucking grip on yourself, Pussy." I thought to myself. "You do not succumb to panic or doubt and you sure as hell do not bitch and moan in front of your women."

I took a moment to calm myself and decided I was just going to take this one day at a time and deal with problems as they arise. 'Worrying about tomorrow robs today of its strength' I once heard and it was as true now as it was then. I had six women, three with children and I'd probably impregnate the others soon enough. I had to be a man and a man solves problems, not bitches about them.

I stood up and snapped my fingers at my mother and then pointing to the floor at my feet. Mother, with a beaming smile on her face quickly scampered over to me, taking her place on her knees.

"Strip her." I told the others.

Bonnie and my sisters quickly raced over to join my mother to help her out of her clothes. In under a minute, there she was, my long lost mother, naked and awaiting her son's commands. She quite skinny, but not toned like Melanie or I. She had a bright strawberry blonde patch over her pussy that would have to be removed. Above that was a gathering of loose, stretch-marked and scarred skin on her lower belly from her pregnancy and c-section. Her tiny tits were a bit saggy with worn, stretched, dark nipples from where her babies suckled so many years ago. She had slight bags under her eyes and crow's feet making her appear older than her thrity-nine years, but she was still radiant and beautiful to me. This was the woman I came out of and now she'd spend the rest of her life letting me back in. I began taking off my clothes.

"Y'all are going love this part." Bonnie sighed.

Although I kept my eyes on my mother, I could see the bodies of my sisters in my periphery, touching themselves as my flesh became exposed, bit by bit. Mother was rocking herself on the hands she had stuck between her legs, her mouth slightly open as the pace of her breath picked up. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants before putting my hands at my side.

"The honor is yours, mother." I told her, much to her delight.

She slowly brought her hands up from her dripping cunt, taking each finger one at a time into her mouth to suck her juices off of before bringing her trembling hands to the sides of my jeans. Hooking her fingers into my pants and underwear, she slowly pulled them down, my sisters slowly moving up on either side of her to get a closer look. All three gasped as they saw the thickness of my base come into view, mother swallowing hard all the saliva that was quickly flooding her hungry mouth. Slowly, she continued to draw my pants down, bringing more of my cock into view, inch by painstaking inch. It wasn't until she'd pulled them down to within a few inches of my knee that the full spectacle of what she'd given birth to was finally released.

"Jesus Holy Christ." Mother said as the 'Son' began to rise on her horizon.

By now, my sisters were kneeling right next to my mother, all of them shocked by their brother and master's lovely scepter.

"I told you you were going to love it." Bonnie laughed, a hand on her tit and one down the front of her jeans.

"I don't know where you got this from." Mother giggled as she lowered my pants to the floor, helping me step out of them. "Because you certainly didn't get this from your father." she smiled happily.

"Is he bigger than Daddy?" Danielle asked her mother, though never taking her eyes off my cock.

"Sweetie, I..." She just shook her head.

"THIRTEEN INCHES!" Bonnie hollered proudly, caught up in the moment, causing me to shoot her a stern look. "And a half." she added softly, trying to avoid my piercing gaze.

"Thir-" Dana started to say before realizing her mouth was full of saliva as well and had to swallow.

I reached down, taking my mother by the back of the head and tilting it back. Naturally, she opened her mouth wide as I stepped over her, pointing the tip of my cock at it. I started stroking my cock as I held my mother in place. My sisters had moved even closer, their noses less than a couple inches from their mother's cheeks as they watched intently as their brother jerked his glorious rod over their mother's gaping mouth.

I have to admit, as tired and worn out as I was, I could not remember a time before that that I wanted to cum more than the first time I jerked off into my own mother's mouth. Mother never broke eye contact with me as she began moaning. At first I thought it was out of frustration because she was trying desperately to reach my cock with her tongue she had flailing wildly about, but I discovered the truth when I looked further down. My sisters were running their hands up and down their mother. Danielle had her left hand down mother's front and was fingering her, while her right hand was caressing her back. Dana had her left hand tucked between mother's ass cheeks, playing with her anus and her right was moving back and forth over mother's tits, tweaking and pulling on her erect nipples. Both girls were alternating between kissing, licking, sucking and biting mother's cheek, neck and shoulder. Mother had moved her hands down the backs of her daughter's pants groping their little bottoms. My sisters might still be virgins, but they were clearly no strangers to playing with mom.

Not wanting to leave Bonnie out of this family fun, I looked over to her and nodded back behind me. She got the message and eagerly jumped off her chair to race around behind me. She dropped to her knees and buried her face into my ass to begin licking the back of my balls, taint and ass. Just another of the many ways Bonnie was such a great lover, she would massage my ass and thighs with her hands while working me over with her tongue, never breaking her rhythm. So skilled at multi-tasking she was.

Mother was rocking hard from the attention her daughters were giving her and moaning loudly and I knew she was close. I closed my eyes, locking the image I was witnessing in my mind, while focusing on Bonnie's ministrations and in no time my gun was loaded for bear.

Mother cried out as she began to shake from the orgasm her lovely daughters had given her, her cries triggering the release from deep within my root. I jammed my mother's head on the end of my cock and started blowing what felt like years of pent up seed into her. As my cum splashed into the back of her mouth, images of my pregnant mother flashed across my mind. Every shot I unloaded into her I imagined was a child I was putting into her womb. I knew I was going to breed my own mother and I was going to do it as much as I could. I'd like to think she was imagining her mouth was her uterus as she felt her son's fertile seed filling her cheeks. I'd only put my tip into her mouth, but that didn't stop her from sucking on it as if it were the last time she'd ever get to.

Once I was finished, I stumbled back to the bed and fell back on it. I was spent in every possible metric, that even my impressive cock was quickly deflating, like it was racing me to sleep. Mother, coming down from her high, crawled slowly over to me, between my legs. She climbed up on the bed enough to reach my cock, giving my tip a passionate, yet motherly, kiss.

"Thank you, David." She whispered, her voice sounding a little clogged like someone who just chugged a glass of warm creamy milk.

"You three can leave, Dana is sleeping with me tonight." I groaned, as I clambered around to get under the covers as quickly as my tuckered body could carry me.

Bonnie, mother and Dani quietly left the room to head next door. Although both rooms had two beds each, Dana and I were going to share this one alone. She helped me into bed then went around to tidy up a bit and turn off the other lights before joining me. She extinguished the light next to us and curled up in her loving brother and owner's arms.

*****

I decided to sleep in the next morning with Dana until around 10 am. I put her to work, showing her her new shower routine. It was a bit confining, but she was small enough to wash like Mel did, she loved it. I could tell she really wanted to try and get me inside her considering the number of times she tried to get my motor running. She didn't like it when I told her no for the time being as I had something planned when we got home, but there was no question she was intrigued and excited by what plan I had in mind.

The other three women were dead on their feet the next morning having spent most of the previous night playing and getting to know one another better. Some doms don't allow their girls to play alone or with anyone else without permission, but I wasn't one of them. Even when I had only three women, I knew there was no way I would be able to keep up with all three of them, so I allowed them to play with each other at their own discretion as long as it didn't interfere with their duties to me. However, they were very mindful of Dani's hymen, ensuring they would be intact for her brother to break.

I needed to sort a couple things out with my family before we got underway. We had to leave mother's car behind at the apartment last night and there was still the issue the apartment was in her name, but she wouldn't be living there anymore. I doubted the thugs would've broken their way into the apartment considering they lived in the same building. It would've been different to rape and murder my family and dump the bodies far away, but doing it in the same building would've gotten them caught right away. No, while the contents of the apartment would be forfeit when we ended mother's lease, we could take our time contacting the landlord without risk of damage to it. Mother's car was another story.

We didn't need the car, as mine was more than capable of getting us all back home and hers wasn't in any better condition, but I knew the pimps would have no issue stealing it and using it in a crime somewhere. They might get away with the crime, but my mother's car could be tied to it and that would lead the authorities right back to us. No, we needed the car. Besides, it was another means of transportation our rapidly growing family could use. The plan was pretty simple. Bonnie would drive my car while I sat in the passenger seat. Mother told me where her car was parked and Bonnie would enter the complex the same way we did the night before. She'd drop me off at mother's car and wait for me to make sure it started, before driving off, back out of town the same way we came in. I would follow her and we'd rendevous at a little spot just outside of town down a gravel road that intersected the road we'd take out of Wausau. Once there, Mother and I would change cars. I would take over driving my car back home and mother would follow behind us. The weather was actually worse today so that would only help us get in and out unnoticed as there would be few people running around on a Sunday when it's cold and raining outside.

The plan went off as expected and we had no trouble getting to the rendevous. Mother and I made the switch, but before we could get underway, we'd need to fill up mother's car in Wausau or we wouldn't get very far. I had her follow me around Wausau, like we had originally planned on doing before mother told us about the motel. We re-entered Wausau from the south side, clear of any chance of running into the pimps or their friends and topped off our tanks. It was time to put Wisconsin in the rearview. I decided to have Dana sit up front with me for the trip home and mother follow us in her car. I loved Bonnie and I knew she wanted to be with her Daddy, but I felt compelled to give that space to Dana. Maybe it was because we were twins, but I felt an immediate connection with her and she did with I as well. Ever since we discovered who we were, I wanted her next to me, needed her next to me and she loved being there. Given how Bonnie and her sister Audrey now felt about one another, she gladly sat in back with Danielle so I could be with my twin.

I never said I wanted an Alpha sub and I never said Mel would be one, but there was no doubt Mel was my first true love. However, I think she knew there would come a time her young owner would find someone closer to him that he might come to love more. I knew the idea didn't bother her in the least, which is why she wanted other subs to serve along side of, not over. She was just being pragmatic, equating younger and fertile as better. She not only accepted it, but embraced the idea that I would naturally prefer my daughters over their mothers, even her, one day. It was I who had been in denial and it was I who saw her through rose-colored glasses. She was right, once the novelty of losing my virginity was gone, I did stop seeing her as the only women in my life. As it was, I still loved her deeply, but as my twin sat next to me, there was no denying it felt right having her at my side.

I couldn't help it, as the miles passed beneath us, my mind wandered toward the future I'd share with the women in my life, but they would always drift back toward the young woman sitting next to me. I became transfixed on my twin, my sister, and what our lives would be like. I saw Dana and I raising our children, having a home, growing old, always together, forever. She was strong, fearless and courageous. It didn't matter that she was the youngest, she was willing to face Dante to protect her family, even if it meant her death. She took her beating and yet was quick to recover, her mind always active, her drive, relentless. She was clever and efficient and always seemed to know what I wanted without having to explain it in much detail. She was a lot like me, but different enough to complete me, like two cogs, we worked perfectly together.

Because of their activities the night before, the girls fell asleep in back rather quickly. Dana curled up on her seat the best she could and laid her head in my lap. As much as I may have wanted to treat all my women equally and as much as I wanted to deny it, deep down I already knew I was going to have an Alpha sub and it was the woman sleeping in my lap. Dana, my slave, my sister, my twin.

*****

We made better time getting home than the trip up there, mostly because I was speeding, but also because I knew the way back. It was hot and the sky cloudless when I pulled down the long driveway to our home. Too bad it was a Sunday, I would've loved to sit out with my girls tonight and relax, but I had work early in the morning so it was going to be an early night.

We piled out of the cars and to reward Bonnie for not complaining for sitting in the backseat, I allowed her to drain my bladder into her mouth. My mother and sisters watched jealously as I gave Bonnie her treat, but they were still happy to get another long look at my beast. After thanking 'Daddy' for her 'juice', I told Bonnie to get to work on dinner while I sent the other girls to take the bags of clothes upstairs and get them organized.

When it was just the four of us, I would always have one of my women sleep with me in my bed, Bonnie's old bedroom, and the other two would share Audrey's bed in her room, rotating nightly. Now that our family numbered seven, currently five in the home, it was going to require some changes. However, I still had plans for my mother and sisters, in fact, it was a plan I had for the entire family, but it would start with the three unseeded women first.

During dinner, I told everyone that Bonnie alone would share my bed for the week and that she would be my personal assistant for the week as well. My declaration drew mixed reactions, for obvious reasons, when I explained that I would not use my mother or sisters in a physical capacity during this time either. I said that only Bonnie would be allowed to pleasure, relieve or service me personally in any capacity. I relegated my mother and sisters to performing domestic tasks and while they were allowed to cuddle with me during down times, Bonnie would be the only one privy to access of my cock.

I then asked my mother when she expected her next menstrual cycle and she told me in nineteen days. Danielle told me she was going to get her period in about eight days, to which I told her I didn't need to know hers or Dana's cycles, just mother's. Naturally, I was getting a lot of confused looks from the women at the table by now from my strange behavior so I decided to tell them my plan.

"First off, I really wish I'd started this with Melanie, Audrey and you, Bonnie, but it is what it is and you'll have your opportunity, but I'd like to begin a new tradition in our family." I said, "Legally, I cannot marry my mother or sisters, nor could I marry more than one of my other three women, but I still want to memorialize the significance of bringing each and every one of you into my family in a way that doesn't consist solely of us having sex." I said.

The women seemed intrigued at where this was going, hanging on the words 'marry, tradition and memorialize'.

"The reason I will not be allowing you three to serve me, especially you, Dana and Danielle, is I want incorporate your deflowering as part of our 'marriage ceremony'." I explained, using air quotes.

The girls all became wide-eyed, sharing broad smiles between them, all except for mother. Bonnie would soon share her dismay tenfold, but for the moment, she hadn't fully understood where this conversation was going.

"But, I'm not a virgin." Mother said somberly.

"No, but that is why I wanted to know your next cycle, mother." I told her, "I will 'marry' you when you are on your period and use that to signify our union."

She was smiling along with her daughters now. Even though none of them knew exactly how this was going to play out, they knew their blood, whether from being brought to womanhood or to simulate as such, played a vital role in binding our relationship as Master and wife. The only one who wasn't smiling was Bonnie, as she rubbed her belly mournfully, understanding what this would mean for her. She was still too selfish to consider that this included her sister and Melanie as well, but she knew that while pregnant, she had neither her virgin nor menstrual blood to offer. She knew she would not have her ceremony anytime soon, that she would not be my wife, at least not for nearly another ten months when she'd be free of child and ovulating again.

"I really do wish I had started this with you and your other sisters, Bonnie." I said, taking her hand in mine, trying to console her. "You know I love you three more than life itself and if I could go back in time and do it over, I would've married all three of you right away."

"I know, Daddy." She said sadly, looking down at her belly. "I'll be a good girl and wait my turn."

"Sweetie, you are a good girl and for all intents and purposes, you already ARE my wife." I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb. "This only just came to me last night when I learned my sisters were still virgins. It got me thinking about our daughters and how I wanted their entry into our world, their surrender to me, to be a special day, a day they'd remember all their lives."

I felt Dana, who sat to my right, take my other hand into both of hers. She bowed her head and kissed my hand. "That's beautiful, David." She said.

My mother and Danielle smiled and nodded in agreement. Even selfish Bonnie grew a small smile at the thought of our daughter's 'Wedding Day', thinking back to yesterday when she came so hard at the thought of being there when I took our precious girl for the first time.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." Bonnie apologized sincerely, "I know I can be selfish and jealous and I'm trying really hard not to be. I want to be a good girl for you, Daddy. Forgive me?" She plead.

I smiled at her before leaning toward her, pulling her toward me and kissing her on the forehead, "There is nothing to forgive, my love." I informed her, "You've been remarkable, not only this week, but especially last night. You make me very proud of you, Bonnie." I praised, causing joy to well up in her eyes.

"Thank you, Daddy." She beamed.

I released my girl's hands and folded them before me, as I leaned forward in my chair, as if what I had to say next was something profound.

"Although I will marry all my women, there must be a first. If I had not found you three," I said, looking at my mother and sisters, "there is no question Melanie would be my first wife." I mentioned.

Bonnie didn't like hearing that as she swallowed hard, but she knew it was the truth nonetheless, even nodding to herself in admission.

"However, as much as I love Melanie, there is no one better suited to be my first wife than my sister and twin, Dana." I said, looking toward my rapidly excitable sister. Despite the massive shiner and swollen left eye, there was no mistaking the reddening of her face as she blushed.

I didn't expect much resistence to my declaration, but I wasn't expecting overwhelming support for it either. Naturally, I was a bit taken back when everyone at the table acted with little surprise. Of course, the announcement caused the girls to gush with happiness for Dana, but they treated my decision like it was a foregone conclusion, the obvious choice. They could already see the way Dana and I looked at each other, spoke to one another and acted around one another that to choose someone else would equate to sacrilege in their eyes. Dana was destined to be my mate since her egg joined mine in our mother's womb.

The house was filled with joy and happiness as we finished our dinner. Bonnie, still hurting inside, did not let her disappointment interfere with her happiness or endorsement of my union with Dana. When it came time to call Melanie and Audrey in New Mexico, I only told them that I'd found my family and brought them home to live with us. I didn't want to worry either of them so I refrained from telling them about our run in with the pimps, but I did tell them of my intention to marry them and that Dana would become my first wife and alpha sub.

Audrey and Melanie loved the idea of me 'marrying' my women, even though they too would have to wait until after birth, like Bonnie, or that Dana would be my first wife and their alpha. Their only regret was that they would not be there to participate in the ceremony and witness our union. I let mother speak to them for a few minutes before handing the phone over to their future alpha for a bit. When Dana handed the phone back to me, Audrey and Melanie both said that she sounded wonderful and couldn't wait to meet her.

I sent my women at home away and told Audrey to leave Mel and I alone to talk in private. When we were alone, I spoke to my beloved Melanie.

"Are you okay with this, babygirl?" I asked, concerned that she might be holding something back.

"Yes, Daddy." She said. "She sounds like the perfect choice for you."

"That's not what I meant, Mel." I told her soberly. "I need to know how you feel about this. None of this dom/sub bullshit either. Just man and woman."

"David," She said, dropping the 'Daddy' title, "I'm fine with this, really." Mel added and I could tell she was smiling. "I appreciate your concern about my feelings on this matter, in fact, I'm quite touched, but I meant it when I told you that I belong to you, you don't belong to me."

"No bullshit?" I asked.

"Hahaha, no bullshit, Daddy." She laughed. "I'm a very happy little girl, even more so now that I know Daddy has his family back and even a new bride among them. I'm getting quite wet thinking about you filling your sister with a baby of her own, Daddy."

"That means a lot Melanie, but I never want you to feel like you mean any less to me, ever." I said sincerely.

"I never would, Daddy." She replied. "Truth be told, Daddy, I was worried you'd want to make me your alpha. I couldn't think of anyone more appropriate to be your alpha than your twin, except..." She cooed.

"Except?" I asked.

"Except maybe the little girl you make with your twin, Daddy." She whispered in husky voice, obviously getting very turned on right now.

"You're a sick little bitch, babygirl." I joked.

"Yes, Daddy. I certainly am one sick little bitch." She moaned.

Mel and I continued to talk for a bit longer before I told her get Audrey back so I could bid them both goodnight. After exchanging our declarations of love, I hung up on my wonderful girls in New Mexico and returned my attentions toward my immediate family, filled with peace and contentment now that I had my sweet Melanie's blessing.

It was going to be difficult, but I wanted to start saving up my semen for next weekend. However, I also wanted to give Bonnie a little something before I began my sexual