Okay, my name is Thomas Rullier, but my friends call me Tom. I am 21 years old and a college student, my grades are above average, and I don't really excel at sports, I just practice enough to keep my body in shape. My height is above average, my hair is red, and I have a relatively handsome face.
At this moment I am living alone in a small upscale neighborhood in my city. And although my house is large enough for an entire family to live in, the price to purchase it was far below the standard market value. I found it by sheer luck while searching for real estate in the area, the low price hooked me immediately, but, not everything is flowers. Besides almost all the rooms being unfinished, the body of the former owner was found lifeless on the site, the cause of death is unknown so far. There were some stupid rumors about his ghost being spotted wandering around the residence, and that it would devour the souls of those who tried to buy the property. In my opinion, these are just stupid rumors, and I don't believe in ghosts or any kind of haunting. But these rumors were very effective in driving away the vast majority of interested parties, except me of course.
I used the money from my savings that I earned from my office job to pay for part of it. For the remaining part and for the renovations, I used the money that my grandparents left me as an inheritance. And after all the renovations were done, I bought the furniture for all the rooms in the house. Of course, I spent a lot to do this, but since I am working for a big company in this business, I got some kind of discount that was very advantageous for me.
Now I have a great house all to myself, I can fulfill my fantasy of walking around the house naked. I don't have to stand in line to use the bathroom or fight over the TV remote control. I also no longer have to hear my father's bed creaking when he fucks one of his maids, or hear my mother moaning with pleasure as she has sex with her new husband.
These were traumatic moments that I tried to erase from my mind for years. And they were the trigger for my decision to live alone.
Nothing could ruin my happiness, at least, that's what I thought at the time. Everything changed when I received two phone calls about a week ago. My father, who had decided to remarry, had planned a long honeymoon with his new wife. Apparently they would be going on vacation to an island paradise in another continent, with no return date. But there was one small problem that could not be ignored. His new wife and my stepmother, Angela, has a teenage daughter who is in her last year of high school. A rebellious teenager who cannot be left alone. And since Angela has no other close relatives, guess who was at the top of the list?
Yes, myself. Both of them asked me to take care of the girl. Of course, I did not want to agree, it was not my dream to spend my days taking care of a troubled teenager. But, I don't want to ruin my father's new marriage, he has his faults like any human being, but he never let me lack anything. He was always present in my life, I still remember him missing an important meeting to celebrate my birthday.
I could not refuse and accepted. And to complete the murder of my tranquility, my mother also called me to ask me a favor. Pretty much the same as my father asked me, this time it would be her current husband's daughter.
Apparently, my stepfather is trying to expand his brand overseas. He will be traveling on business for a few months, and my mother will go along. His daughter is a grown woman, and coincidentally we attend the same college, but never interact. She has a threatening aura about her. And for some unknown reason, the idea of leaving this girl alone scares my stepfather, maybe she has the same problem as her mother. So I was again the scapegoat. I could not refuse and accepted.
It has been a week since they called me, and through messages, I know that both of them will be here today. I am a little nervous, I have been living alone for some time and I already have some habits, I like to walk around the house naked or in my underwear, I love silence. I have to change my routine because of them...
Sigh, there is nothing I can do now. I can only drink a glass of water and wait for them. At least, I hope they will come at the same time.
*Trimmm *Trimmm *Trimmm
The annoying sound of my doorbell began to ring. Apparently they must have arrived...
"Damn bell," I cursed.
I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my hands on my own pants. I took out my cell phone and looked at the security camera footage from outside the house, noticing that there were a few suitcases and cardboard boxes sealed with tape. This was because the vast majority of her things had been delivered two days ago. And their owners, Jenny and Maria, my new sisters were there fighting an intense battle with their eyes. They both looked grumpy, and even though my subconscious was warning me not to go, I just ignored their warnings and walked to the door. After passing the key and turning the doorknob, the two girls stopped staring at each other and focused their attention on me.
Jenny, my stepmother's daughter, stood a little over six feet tall. She was wearing a solid ribbed turtleneck top, an extremely short miniskirt, and white tennis shoes.
The second girl, Maria, my stepfather's daughter, was probably the more troublesome of the two. Of course, I am considering her way of dressing and acting, as well as some information that her father has given me. Her height is almost the same as mine, and her way of dressing is .... A little gaudy? Heavy make-up, a very short top... maybe if I bend down a little I can see part of your fat breasts. What about your shorts... is it worse than Jenny's miniskirt?
Why do you dress so rebelliously? It seems that your mother's hobbies have been passed on to you as well. And what is this black aura surrounding your body? Is that a Swiss army knife in your hand?
Ok, this is going to be a headache, I have to put up with a teenager in her rebellious phase. And a grown woman who seems to be part of a gang.
"Sigh... Jenny, Maria, welcome to my home. And as you both already know, you have both stayed here with me while our parents are away indefinitely. I hope we get along well." I forced a small smile on my face to ease the tension a little. And as I noticed their gazes soften for a moment, I realized it worked.
"Yes, it is kind of you to welcome me into your home, we don't know each other and haven't even had a conversation, we are basically a couple of strangers. I begged my mother to stay with my friend, but she refused all my attempts. We're going to get along just fine." Jenny was the first to break the ice by speaking, she then extended her hand to greet me. And I happily extended mine. For a teenager in her rebellious phase, she is being very understanding, I just hope there won't be an explosion later. After greeting Jenny, I looked over to where Maria was standing.
Although she appeared to be calmer, Maria did not want to let go of her pride. I know that she doesn't usually interact much with other people, especially when the subject is the opposite sex. The image of a guy having his balls crushed by her high heels is still vivid in my memory. It all happened because of a little flirtation. This woman is scary most of the time, and this is one of the reasons why we have not talked before.
I will have to take the initiative if we are to make a first move here.
"Hi Maria, we've bumped into each other a few times at college, although we haven't exchanged a word on those occasions. Since we're moving in together from now on, we'll have to talk more often." I didn't have much reason to talk to Maria, and the same goes for her. But now we will be under the same roof. If we want to live in harmony, we should communicate more often.
After listening to me, Maria relaxed her shoulders. Although she never dispelled her intimidating aura.
"I'm only doing this for my father, don't think we'll be like real brothers." She spoke as she crossed her arms and squeezed her breasts upward.
"That was never my plan, just because our parents decided to stay together doesn't make us a real family. I just want to get along with you, that's all."
Be like real siblings? What a silly idea, that was never my intention, I never needed new siblings, just like I never wanted a new stepfather and stepmother. Maria is afraid to bond with people, she doesn't want to get close to anyone other than her father. I also know about her unstable relationship with my mother, this girl is very problematic, and her delinquent style doesn't help.
"Now that our introduction has been made, why don't you two come in and go check out your new rooms? Your things arrived a while ago, I'm sure you want to get everything organized and familiarized with the place."
"The rooms are on the second floor, Jenny, first room on the right, Maria second room on the right."
I invited them in, I don't want any of my neighbors to see a little commotion outside my house and get the wrong idea.
Jenny grabbed two bags and walked past me, going straight to the stairs that could be seen from the living room. Maria did the same, took another two suitcases and walked to her room. The two of them left only a few cardboard boxes, and since they all had their names written on them, I decided to help them by carrying them inside. After loading the boxes, I told them where the bathroom was and about the other places in the house.
Then I went to my room to get my wallet and took the opportunity to lock the door, I am sure that neither of them would snoop around my room. But I don't want to risk it.
I went downstairs and grabbed my car keys on the way. Some supplies were missing, and since I have two more people, I need to replenish my stock.
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