Chapter 5: 5: Enter the Step Family

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The sound of my alarm going off brought me back to reality. Between the game and my own fantasies, I'd hardly noticed as three hours flew by, bringing me to five o'clock.

Usually my five PM alarm is to warn me that everyone would start coming home soon or that Luce would be getting ready to leave, but today it filled me with excitement at the prospect of being able to use Corruption again.

A thumping sound came from the stairs as Luce came down, ready to leave after finishing her work hours for the day.

As she came into view, I was happy to see that she still hadn't put her shirt back on, her exposed freckled white skin and pink bra immediately causing me to smile.

Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever. As she reached the front door she set down her bag of cleaning supplies and started putting her shirt back on. I carefully noted the brief moment where it caught on the top of her bra.

"Hmph! Glad you enjoyed the show."

Luce looked immensely pleased with herself as she watched my reaction to her body.

"If you get off your ass and start actually working you could get an actual girlfriend, you know? A little bit of skin like this is just the beginning."

With her shirt on and her parting shot made, Luce opened the door and walked out without another word.

The idea of getting some crappy job in the area never really appealed to me, in fact the thought always made me sick. Having to do menial tasks every day for minimum wage, dealing with some shitty power tripping manager looking down on me, dealing with dozens or hundreds of annoying strangers passing by and talking to me for hours on end. It all sucked so much, especially knowing that I'd only have to take such a sucky job in the first place because I dropped out of college like an idiot.

Today, though, the idea suddenly seemed to take on a new light. 

If I could use Corruption at work, it wouldn't matter where I was. Coworkers, customers, managers, and anyone else I wanted would all be under my control! 

I couldn't help but smile as I locked the door behind Luce. I'd have to "thank" her for the advice sooner or later.

I walked back to the couch and pulled out my phone, wanting to follow up on the idea immediately by looking through jobs in the area.

I decided to spend the rest of the time until everyone got home looking through job listings and trying to figure out what would be most compatible with my power.

I carefully looked through listing after listing, comparing what I knew about the business to what I knew about Corruption, as well as whether I could even apply with my less than stellar qualifications, and soon lost track of time. 

After a while I heard the sound of the garage opening and sat up to see everyone as they came in.

"Hey Conor!"

The first person through the door smiled as she greeted me sweetly. Her shoulder length blond hair was pulled up into a ponytail, leaving the view of her adorable heart shaped face completely unobstructed. 

Noitte, the younger of my step sisters. She's someone without a mean bone in her body, which makes it all the weirder that she's been best friends with someone like Luce since they were kids.

As for her name: well… her father apparently had weird taste. She doesn't seem to mind it, so I guess it's just an interesting conversation starter. 

She walked in wearing a tacky looking orange and white athletic crop top and a temptingly short pair of similarly colored running shorts. They, along with her slim waist, toned legs, and subtly visible abs, all served to clearly state her passion in life: athletics. 

She was a star on the local University's track team, enjoying a rare full scholarship these last four years as a result. That said, even with the money the school gave her, she hadn't moved out yet because of a combination of wanting to stay at home a little longer and the fact that the scholarship didn't cover housing, just tuition and fees.

As if they didn't get the memo that runners were generally lean, her breasts pressed magnificently against her top, shaking slightly despite the tight clothing trying to hold them in place as she passed by me and headed towards the kitchen.

Despite being the smallest they'd been in years thanks to her constant exercise, they still easily filled a G cup and even more easily drew the eyes of any man in a given area. Combined with her sweet personality and beautiful face, she'd never had a shortage of admirers, myself included.

Following her entrance, a flat voice from behind her brought me out of my thoughts.

"Hey."

With barely a look in my direction, a second person passed by me and quickly headed up the stairs.

My second stepsister: Season, who's a year and a half older than me.

Her hair hung halfway down her back, but she had almost the exact same face as Noitte. The same beautiful blue almond shaped eyes, button nose, and plump lips on the same cute heart shaped face. Unlike Noitte, though, Season's face was generally expressionless, wasting its beautiful potential on dull indifference.

Also unlike Noitte, Season had nothing to do with athletics, being employed at some pharmaceutical lab. As a result, instead of small and tight fitting clothes, I'd basically only ever see her wearing bulky sweaters and jackets over baggy pants. By the time her mother married my dad she was already gone for college, so I'd never had the "luck" to clearly see her figure as an adult. All I could be sure of was that her chest was nowhere near Noitte's.

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As a twenty seven year old woman with an extremely nicely paying job, she'd previously had her own place in the area, but unfortunately her pipes fell apart due to someone cutting corners during construction and, as a result, the place would be unliveable for at least a couple of months, meaning she was begrudgingly staying at my house. 

Ah right, one last difference between her and Noitte was that she couldn't stand me. Not because I was a NEET, or at least not entirely, but because she caught me trying to peek while she was changing ten or so years ago. 

It was kind of a rude thing to do, but in my defense I was a fourteen year old boy, and therefore an idiot… okay, not a great defense, but still, that's a long time to hold a grudge, right?

Since then, she's locked every door behind her and rarely speaks to me at all. The only saving grace was that she didn't tell anyone else what had happened. 

Finally, the last person walked into the house, closing the garage door behind her.

Mile. My stepmother. Her maiden name was actually "Kon", but she still went by "Pitur" even now, a testament to the fact that she really did love my dad. 

Her features were very similar to her daughters', but clearly older. She looked young for her age, not having too many wrinkles on her face or signs of gray in her hair despite being 45. She looked young, but not to the ridiculous point of mistaking her for their older sister or anything.

It was easy to guess who Noitte inherited her boobs from, as Mile's breasts strained aggressively against her tan uniform shirt, distorting the words "Richard's" and "manager" on either side of the shirt to the point that they could barely be read from the front. 

Perhaps it was because she'd had two children, or perhaps it was because she wasn't overly active and had a little extra fat, either way her breasts were clearly bigger than Noitte's by several sizes. When she wore casual clothes it was easy to see that they were bigger than her head, likely sitting around the range of J cups. Together with her wide hips and distinctly middle aged woman style glasses, her sexy MILF look was perfectly completed.

"Hi sweetie, did Luce come by today?"

"Hey Mile, she already took off. I think she just worked on the upstairs for today."

For just a moment I could see her brow furrow ever so slightly when I called her "Mile", but whatever frustration she had, she swallowed it back down as always before continuing.

"Alrighty then, thank you."

"No problem."

"Oh! I already ordered dinner, it should be here in about fifteen minutes."

"Alright, thanks."

With that, Mile made her way up to her room as well, clearly tired from her day at work.

"You know, she'd probably be super happy if you just called her 'mom', right?"

Fig's voice sounded from behind me as I layed back down on the couch. I was already starting to get used to hearing her voice out of nowhere.

"But she's not my mom" I whispered, wary of being heard by Noitte who was still in the kitchen.

"I know, but still!"

"Besides, even if I could just suddenly see her as my mom, wouldn't that just make it weird if I wanted to sleep with her?"

Over the years I'd fantasized about my stepmom and her daughters countless times. 

She'd been my dad's friend for years before they started dating. I even remember seeing her before my mom passed away, but however friendly she was or how close to me she got, she always registered as "beautiful older lady" and never as "close relative".

Maybe because I first knew her as my parents' friend and she only married my father when I was already seventeen, maybe because I had a crush on her as a kid and grew up thinking she was hot, or maybe it's just how my brain works, but I never felt any feeling of familial closeness with Mile at all.

Similarly for Season and Noitte, they were just cute girls I saw a lot while growing up, kind of close as friends, but too distant to be anything like a relative.

I know they see it differently, but for me, my father remarrying wasn't really adding them to the family, it was just three hot women suddenly living under the same roof as me. 

Barely a year after they were married, my father passed away, getting rid of even that tenuous sense of relationship. Even if I barely remembered my biological mother, to honestly call a woman I'd only known as a family friend or a woman I was attracted to "mom" was just too much. 

Even now that eight or so years had passed, I just couldn't bring myself to feel that way about her. 

I'd sometimes felt bad about the whole thing since I always felt like I was letting Mile and Noitte down by not feeling as close to them as they did me, but now I figured I might have a way for everyone to enjoy the feeling of closeness they wanted. 

As for Season… well maybe she didn't see me as family or anything, but I intended to "get along" with her just as much as them.

I sat on the couch, continuing my game as I waited for the food to arrive. At dinner I'd be able to give Corruption a second try.

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