Glancing up at the alarm clock on my bedside table, I realized with slight surprise that it was already 7:15 AM.
Time really does fly when you're having fun, huh? I decided to use the time, since I was already up, to get dressed and start my day.
I threw on a random beat-up hoodie and some jeans before heading downstairs. Luckily for me, most of my family members are heavy sleepers, preferring to sleep in on the weekends.
But equally unlucky for me, when I descended from the second-floor platform and entered the kitchen, all of them were up. Even my usual morning zombie middle sister, Kylie.
Like Kaylee, Kylie is a blonde bombshell. Their features are nearly identical, except for Kaylee's height advantage of over three inches, placing her at 5'5" and Kylie at 5'2".
Kylie looked up as I entered, giving me a disgusting side-glare. Her face scrunched up like she'd seen a nasty parasite, even though it was just me.
Her gorgeous wheat-blonde hair caught the light of the morning sun coming in from the window.
She was wearing a tight, form-fitting crop top that exposed her huge, massive bust, her tits swaying even though she was just breathing.
Her hips flared out in her seated position, and I could see the sides of her ass flaring out from underneath her small booty shorts. Her long, thick thighs were extended with her feet placed on the coffee table.
Her red-painted toenails were doing things to my lower half that you wouldn't believe if I told you. Or maybe you would; I don't really know.
As I entered, she looked me over once, her harsh expression worsening. "I'm awake, so why the hell haven't you made the coffee yet?" she demanded. "You know I don't like that dark brew stuff. Go make me some iced coffee so that I can start my day properly, asshole."
Yep, you guessed it.
Despite her beauty, or maybe because of it, she is an absolute asshole. But it's precisely because she is a beauty that her asshole attitude is such a turn-on.
Hey, don't look at me like that. I warned you all. I've never been and I never will be a normal dude, so cut me some slack, yeah?
Shifting my stance to avoid showing her the upbraiding boner that just sprung up at the sound of her voice, I nodded and hurried to the kitchen to start the coffee.
God, I'm so pathetic, I thought to myself. I have over $130,000 sitting in my bank account right now, and the promise of more wealth is even more certain.
Yet here I am, getting turned on by my own stepsister and making her iced coffee like an absolute wimpy simp.
A better man would have told her to make her own or would have stormed out, but the thought didn't even cross my mind until after I'd already finished giver her the drink.
I mentally kicked myself, lamenting my own patheticness.
When I handed the iced coffee to her, she snorted, barely looking up. "God, you're so fucking pathetic, Cassian. Why the hell did it take you more than five minutes to make this shit? It probably tastes like ass, too."
"Sorry, my bad," I stammered, rubbing the back of my head like an idiot and apologizing for something I hadn't even done.
Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, I chided myself, even as I secretly sneaked a peek at the top of her cleavage while she sat on the couch.
It was at that precise moment that Kayla, the oldest of the three sisters, walked down and caught me.
Like the others, Kayla is blonde with blue eyes and a killer bod. But unlike the others, she isn't just evil to the core—she hides it behind a 'pure' façade. She disguises her malice with subtle threats and nuances you wouldn't catch unless you knew her as well as I do.
Stepping down from the second floor, she stopped and chuckled quietly at the scene. "Oh my, my, Cassian," she said, her sing-song voice sounding sweet but holding a hidden venom. "I didn't realize you were so lively and bold in the morning! Sneaking a peek at her boobies, eh?"
With a slight chuckle, she sashed her way into the kitchen to make herself the rest of the coffee. In the process, she dumped out the extra iced coffee I had made for everyone else in an act that made my ears burn with rage.
Yeah, just kidding.
I don't think I've ever been capable of feeling anger. In reality, I was just watching her huge ass jiggle and bounce with every step, it's hypnotic sway bringing me under a horny spell. I stayed focused on that until a slap resounded against my cheek, causing me to stumble back.
"Ow, what the fuck?" I yelled, looking at Kylie, who was now standing.
"You fucking perv!" she yelled in my face. It wasn't a look of rage on her face, though; it was a smirk, as if she'd been looking forward to this. "Why the hell would you ever look at my tiddies, you fucking weirdo? God, you're so fucking weird. No wonder everybody calls you a closet pervert, Cassian. Except now you're not even doing it from the closet. You're just openly being a perv."
Holding my stinging cheek, I glanced at Kayla, who was sipping her coffee and watching the drama with a smirk. "Kylie, you gotta believe me. I wasn't doing any of that," I said, trying to diffuse the situation.
Naturally, my attempt backfired. An even wider smirk cracked across Kylie's face.
"Wait, Cassian," she yelled. "So you're saying that my older and beloved sister Kayla would lie about something as trivial as this? Not only are you being a perv and openly ogling me, but now you're dragging my poor innocent sister into this, accusing her of lying? She is not a liar, Cassian. But perv is a perfect way to describe you. If you want to walk away without getting my mom involved, then you better hand over $100 right the fuck now, asshole."
She held out her hand with an arrogant, victorious expression, fully expecting to see despair or indignation on my face. Instead, I simply, and even eagerly, pulled out my phone.
I opened CashApp, quickly transferred $120 from my IHA to my Chase checking account, and sent the full sum straight to her.
The ding of the notification hit her phone instantly. Her eyes widened as she saw the $120 balance.
"Is that enough?" I asked. I tried to keep a neutral expression, but it probably came across as a smirk.
Her eyes narrowed. "Cassian, where the hell did you get this money? Kayla told us you were broke this morning. She said she took the last $500 in your account for gambling. If that were true, you wouldn't have money—let alone $120 to give away on a whim."
She searched my face for any sign of nervousness. But, almost as if God himself was on my side, I stayed calm. I furrowed my eyebrows into a look of feigned confusion.
"Is it so wrong to want to help my beloved stepsisters?" I asked, my voice so sincere I almost believed it myself.
In the kitchen, Kayla nearly choked on her coffee. I pushed forward shamelessly, my voice sounding righteous. "My stepsister was in need of $100, so I went above and beyond. Yet instead of gratitude, I'm met with questioning and doubt. It wounds me, Kylie. It wounds me so. But alas, even if I am the youngest, I will never stop looking out for you. You have my word."
Before they could recover from the dramatic Victorian performance, I dipped. I dashed up the stairs so quickly I practically teleported.
I made it into my room and flipped the bolt lock with a soft click.
"Whew!" I mimed wiping imaginary sweat from my forehead and let out a long sigh. "This is the power of an hentai protagonist. Phase one: Dense MC. Mission accomplished."
I laughed slightly at the nerdy reference. Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room, Kayla and Kylie stared at each other in stunned silence until Kylie finally exhaled in a fit of rage.
"Damn shameless pervert! Where the hell is he getting that money?"
Suddenly, a new sing-song voice rang out, coming from inside the house by the side door. "Money? Where is money?"
Walking in was a gorgeous woman with ink-black hair and heterochromatic eyes—one blue and one green. Dashing over to the two girls looking on in rage in the living room, she wrapped her arms around them.
"Oh, my dear nieces! It's been so long. I missed you so much. Come give Auntie a hug!" she chirped, eagerly wrapping them up and smushing them against her huge breasts.
Their faces disappeared into the deep crevice of her tiddies.
"Aunt Sarah, Aunt Sarah, let us the fuck go! Come on, let us go! We can't breathe!" they yelled, their voices muffled from inside her chest.
Sarah, the supposed aunt, stepped back and let them breathe with a small chuckle. "Fu-fu," she said. "My bad. I just couldn't resist. It's been so long since I've seen you guys. California was awesome, though. I wish you guys were there. Did you guys get my postcards?"
"Sarah!" another voice calls out calmly, this time from the landing above the second-floor foyer. It was Stephanie. "Didn't I tell you not to come until after lunchtime? Didn't I specifically tell you that?"
"Stephanie, Stephanie, my dear sister," Sarah replied. "Should there be a set time between beloved family members, let alone sisters? Who are you to keep me from seeing my beloved nieces?"
"Well," Stephanie said, her cold, blue-eyed gaze staring down the foyer at her older sister, who acted even younger than her. "For one, I am their mother. And two, you know they're not exactly excited to see you, right?"
Sarah gasped dramatically, a hand flying to her face to cover her mouth as she put on a sad, unbelieving gaze. "Lies!" she cried playfully. "My dear nieces not wanting to see me? That's blasphemy." She shot a wink and a smirk at the two girls.
Throughout the entire exchange, Kylie and Kaylee looked at each other in horror. The worst had come: Aunt Sarah was here, and it didn't look like she was leaving anytime soon.
Meanwhile, back in my room and unaware that Aunt Sarah had arrived, I opened up my StockX trading profile. I was ready to see if crypto would have the same effect on my system as I thought it would after the Amazon experimentation yesterday.
Given the fact that the 10-times expenditure cashback system specifies any expenditure, stocks seemed to be a logical choice.
If this worked, it might be legendary. I would be spending money on stocks and getting the cashback, plus the stocks themselves wouldn't disappear and could even rise in value making it a double win.
The only question, and the problem presented before me, was this:
I knew literally nothing about stock trading or crypto. So, I made the most natural choice.
I just dumped money into everything.
This should work, right? I thought to myself, scratching my head. Eh, it'll work out eventually.
[DING]!
Expenditure Detected!
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