Living in a lavish, modern mansion on a lush green hill, I was lazing about looking out the living room window that overlooked a serene valley. Along one of the walls were multiple retro 1980s-style TVs stacked atop each other, each streaming various news channels. One caught my attention, as there was a public service announcement being made about the "Great Sisters War", and how there were many pairs of sisters in competition with each other. The message was that the sisters were "deplorable and dangerous" because of their lifestyle choices, and warnings were issued to be vigilant for "boyfriend kidnappings", since many sister pairs in the area were stealing other sisters' boyfriends away from each other.
The dwelling I was living in wasn't my own. It belonged to sisters Elle and Dakota Fanning. The sisters weren't there, as they were away on filming projects. I loved them, and I wanted to surprise them with something when they arrived back home. On one of the vintage TVs, I saw a commercial come on that captured my attention. There were two dirty-blonde blue-eyed babes announcing the grand opening of their business. Their sisterly smiles warmed my soul, and I wanted to meet them. The captivating commercial showed close-ups of roses and various raptor birds flying freely. The commercial concluded with their phone number and business title: "Kat & Rebekah's Raptor Repair & Rose Repository".
Immediately sold, I would surprise the Fanning sisters with bouquets of roses. I dialed the number on a rotary phone, and one of the sisters answered. She identified herself as Kat, and she warmly accepted my call. I asked about the roses, and she said that I would need to speak with her sister Rebekah. She put me on hold for 27 minutes, and when Rebekah answered, I ordered 11 dozen roses. She said that she could deliver them, so I gave her the address.
About an hour later, Rebekah pulled up in a black windowless van with pink lettering. She asked me to come smell her roses to verify that they're what I really wanted. I obliged, and she opened the back of the van and I sniffed her roses. I sniffed them real good. Then... I passed out.
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I awoke and found myself hogtied and lying in a bed of roses in the back of the van. Rebekah was driving, and we seemed to be on a rugged winding road in the mountains. Confused, I found that I was turned on by this ordeal. What was planned for me? Was this a kinky charade of some sort? I could get into this.
We stopped at the top of a hill, which had a three-story apartment building. Remaining silent, I let Rebekah lead me up to the second floor and into her apartment. Once inside, the apartment was much more spacious and far larger than what I had expected. There were unopened moving boxes, bins full of roses, and there were a few rooms that had cages with owls and eagles in them.
Rebekah gently sat me down on a sofa in the living room, unbound me, and sat next to me. Then, Kat came and sat on the other side of me. Warmly affectionate, they both snuggled up on either side, and they began explaining the situation.
Kat said that they had plenty of space in their lives for me, and that they wanted me in it. Although we didn't know each other, they were willing and open to explore a future with me, because they believed in it.
For days, we got to know each other, and I learned about their business. Kat had been a vet tech and had decided to "repair" birds of prey on a freelance basis for the zoo and the mafia. Rebekah had been a florist and now wanted to specialize in supplying roses to both the general public and the underground mob. Kat was a healer of birds; Rebekah was a nurturer of beauty.
Eventually, weeks went by, and I had grown to love the sisters deeply. They had kind, pure hearts, and I instinctually knew they were right for me. They were willing to share me with others; they weren't possessive or controlling. I was free to live my life.
However, I hadn't forgotten about Elle and Dakota. I still loved them, and missed them, and felt guilty for not returning to them; I was sure they were worried about my disappearance. I expressed this to Kat and Rebekah, and they said that I was free to love others as well, because they believed that I could.
Why had they kidnapped me, though? Was I truly free to love multiple pairs of sisters simultaneously? How complex would this become? I knew that I wouldn't be able to give my full attention to all of them in the way that they each fundamentally needed. I had doubts about my polyamorous nature, as well as the nature of why I had been abducted. The last thing I wanted was to feel conflicted about having to choose between those who I would love and spend time with.
After much heartfelt discussion on these things with the sisters, I came to the understanding that they were expressing their desire to develop a genuinely unconventional love connection with me, and this was mutual. Their symbolic act of "stealing" me was - in itself - unconventional, just as I was. We were like-minded and compatible and we all had open hearts, all of us mutually desiring lifelong loyalty to each other.
Over time, I came to the conclusion that the news had been spreading misinformation about the "Great Sisters War". The sisters with whom I desired to share my heart were NOT "deplorable and dangerous". Nor were they even "at war" with each other - they were all willing to share. Their unconventional hearts were simply misunderstood or hated and envied by some.
Feeling guilty of neglecting Elle and Dakota and feeling confused about Kat and Rebekah, I left the apartment and made my way down the hill. I found an abandoned house, where I hid in the shadows, away from the overwhelming noise of the outside world where I could be in my own thoughts.
After a day or so of sulking in the shadows, I heard muffled voices outside the derelict house. Both pairs of sisters had come to find me. They had flashlights, and when they saw me in the darkness, they shined their lights on me. A feeling of being genuinely wanted and accepted came over me... a feeling I hadn't felt in years. So many years. And for the first time in many years... I smiled.
They explained to me that they wanted me to join them on their sisterly shenanigans. There was a fair in a nearby town, they said, where we could all have fun playing squirting games. I accepted their offer to join them in their squirting games. It was time to live freely.
As we went to exit the abandoned house, I could feel it begin to change. As I followed the sisters out the front door and I crossed the threshold, I saw that the abandoned house had now been restored.
Then, I joined the sisters on a new journey, and I no longer walked alone, for my lifelong loneliness had been stolen by sisters.