"Cassian Machiavelli Coleman," my sister's voice thunders from her room adjacent to me. Surprised, and woken from my sleep, I groan and roll over.
Glancing at my alarm clock with dread, I see the time: 3:14 AM. Great, I think, just what I needed.
As I'm dreading the inevitable encounter between me and Kaylee, my devil of a stepsister, the door to my room bangs open with a ferocity that seems quite unwarranted, especially considering the time of the morning that she had decided to engage in a rampage.
Flipping on the lights to my room angrily, she finally graces my sight, and oh god damn, my boner does not get any better seeing this sight.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking:
So fucking weird, how could you get a hard-on for your stepsister?
But I've never been a normal guy, and all my stepsisters are beyond gorgeous.
Kaylee's wheat blonde hair frames her gorgeous face perfectly, despite having just woken up, and it rests on her huge and full boobs that sway with the assertion of her heavy breathing in her panicked state.
Traveling further are her toned, yet not entirely overly muscular abs, clearly visible considering how she's wearing a sports bra. And even further than that are her huge, thick thighs and the gorgeous flare of her voluptuous hips that obviously give way to a huge ass.
And what an ass it is, I think. It's heart-shaped and it is so big that it jiggles yet stays firm in its shape... just the way I like it.
Following that down is her smooth and sculpted calves leading down to her dainty feet. Normally I'm not a feet kind of guy, but on Kaylee I can only cope.
Meeting her eyes as she looks at me, half-delirious, half-panicky, and half-furious...
"K-Kaylee," I stammer, wondering what it is that I have done this time that would warrant her coming into my room at 3:00 in the morning, no less.
I've always been a wimpy guy; I guess I get that from my dad. He was a successful electrical engineer and he made bank, but he was always timid by nature.
He eventually got entangled in this trap that is Stephanie Hart, my stepmom, which directly lead to them getting married and my stepmom and her three devil-spawn, yet somehow angelically gorgeous, stepsisters moving in.
Except three months ago, my father died under mysterious circumstances, leaving the entirety of his possessions and wealth under the name of my stepmom without a single cent for me.
Though I was allowed to reside here, at the very least, a small courtesy amidst the vestiges of my life as I know it falling apart at the seams.
"Cassian!" Kaylee almost shrieks, snapping my attention out of the past and back onto the present where her almost criminally hypnotic tits are now standing right over me as I look up, and up, and up.
"I need $500 right now," she says, some kind of panic evident in her face. Though I'm not sure what it is she's panicking about, but I sure can't be anything good for me.
Besides $500? I work at the corner gas station at a measly minimum wage at best, even though sometimes they don't even pay me that.
What makes her think that I could just hand over $500 and still be fine, especially since I have to provide for myself since Stephanie is stingy as a motherfucker and will never willingly hand over money to help me survive?
"Why do you need it?" I ask Kaylee hesitantly.
"I just lost $500 on Poker With Friends. Sarah and Abby just completely annihilated me, and now I'm $250 in the hole. So if you give me this 500, then the other 250 clears my debt, plus I get 250 pocket money. A win-win, right? And anyways, why the fuck would you question me, dumbass?" she says, glaring at me. "Just CashApp me the money right now."
Flinching, I shrink back into my bedsheets, wildly grabbing at my bedstand table to find my phone.
Successfully locating and grabbing my phone, I hastily type in my passcode, taking me into the home screen before clicking on the green square icon with a white dollar symbol on it.
After logging in, I can successfully see my balance, which is a measly $502.06, which means that giving Kaylee the $500 will leave me $2.06 for the rest of the month, as my payday was yesterday.
Which, now that I think about it, means that she probably knows my exact payday and when to approach me for money when she doesn't want to spend her own, or my deceased father's for that matter.
But putting aside that thought, I click 'share' option and quickly send Kaylee the money.
At that exact moment, two dinging sounds ring out. One of them from Kaylee's phone, ringing with a notification that she had received a transfer of $500.
The other?
Well, that would be from the glowing and translucent panel that looks like a UI straight from a video game that was currently hovering in front of my face.
Only one message is displayed on the screen. It reads:
|| System integration complete. Welcome, Host! I am the 10x Expenditure Cashback and Harem Management System designated solely to you. ||
[Ding]!
It is detected that the host has spent an expenditure of $500.
[Ding]!
$5,000 has been deposited into your Infinity Holdings Account (IHA), and bank account that is entirely untraceable by ANY means, and also comes with a connected Untraceable Black Card (UBC) styled after the American Express Black Card (Amex) for easier usage.
I stare at the screen with a slack jaw as the absurdity of the situation slowly starts dawning on me.
"I'm gonna be rich...?"
Kaylee looks at me and rolls her eyes before walking out of my room. But not before her words reach my ears, "God, what a fucking dork. Fucking loser..."