"Miles?"
Just as he climbed the stairs, a shocked voice called him from behind.
Slowly tilting back in a clockwise manner, Miles saw it was Josephine, his fourth Step-Sister, but in this case Sister.
"Oh hi." Abruptly turning with a smile, Miles couldn't help but be momentarily drawn by her poking nipples through the loose singlet she wore, paired with a tight basketball shorts that exposed her toned long legs.
They attended the same high school, she was a senior while he was a junior.
"Oh no Miles. They bullied you again, those pig bastards."
Josephine shot towards him in a panicky manner mixed with guilt, while touching his body for any sign injuries.
"Are you hurt?" She quickly examined his blood stained uniform and asked with worry in her eyes.
'What a lucky step brother you were. Having such an endowed beauty caring so much about you.'
In this brief moment, Miles couldn't help commending his predecessor.
" Ah yes, I'm fine. I'm okay."
To Josephine's surprise, Miles didn't avoid her gaze or answered with his usual meek tone.
'Shit, I acted out of character.'
While he had this thought, Miles realized he wouldn't be able to put up with the act for long and decided to go with his normal self.
'They'll probably think I went through a mysterious growth anyways.'
Just as Josephine was about to overcome her surprise, Miles shocked her even more.
" You look pretty today, Phine." Phine
Flashing her a bright smile, Miles resumed to climb up the stairs in an adept manner while leaving Josephine dazed as she watched his departing back.
A few moments later, her eyes glinted in realization and a blush crept up her cheeks.
'Did he just compliment me?'
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Meanwhile, without realizing that his casual compliment had caused a ripple in his sister's heart. Miles made sure the door was locked tight before breathing a sigh of relief.
" Wow. Were you the King of nerds or something."
Miles' room was beyond neat.
Not only was his bed tucked appropriately, about 3 bookshelves occupied the space of his room alongside a reading table.
Everything was kept in order and clean.
Without another words, Miles began taking off his clothes and stepped into the shower.
Minutes later, he was standing before the full body mirror Margaret happened to gift him on his recent birthday.
Staring at his reflection, Miles scowled at his underweight frame. His body neither had muscles of definition. Just a pair of long limbs that made him tall but could easily break like a twig.
In his memories, his body usually had all sorts of swollen red marks from being punched by Kevin Miller and his cohort of jerks. But surprisingly the body before him was unblemished. Miles fell into disbelief.
"Right. Just like the injuries of his death healed, this body must have been revived to prime condition… But still why look like a malnourished bastard."
Unable to bear the sight of his own reflection, Miles put on his clothes, a baggy sweat pants and shirt made by his thin frame.
Staring at the mirror once more.
'At least I don't wear glasses. All I need is a new hair cut.'
His predecessor's taste was too modest.
Knock! Knock!
Just then, two steady knocks interrupted his thoughts.
"Mom is back, Dinner in 10."
Josephine announced through the door.
"Okay, will be down 5." Miles responded loudly.
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Outside the door, Josephine froze in her steps.
'Did I miss heard him?'
But no, Miles' voice was as clear as ever.
"What's up with him?" Unable to shrug off the strange feeling, she descended downstairs to set the table.
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5 minutes later.
Just as stepped outside his room, Miles accidentally bumped into a figure.
" Ouch, damn it bro."
Cassie whined as she clenched her toes .
" I'm sorry."
Quickly retreating, Miles stepped back.
"It's nothing."
Without giving him a glance, Cassie walked off.
'Damn.'
Cassie was a slender goddess. Wrapped in sweat pants and a very short crop top, her defined waist was a sight to behold.
She was also his fifth sister and just a month behind in terms of age.
Miles tagged behind and they both descended down the stairs.
The dining table was all set. Josephine was spotted next to a woman like they were discussing something.
" Miles, you're here."