"You want me to share it with you?" Kevin smirked, his eyes glimmering with amusement. "Babe, we only fucked once yet, and you're already asking to be my wife."
Sia's expression faltered upon hearing Kevin's words, but what he said next sparked a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.
"Well, if you became my personal booty call, I might consider sharing it," Kevin whispered, leaning towards her and giving a firm squeeze to her bare breasts. "And this deal comes with more perks than just that."
Sia's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the bulge in Kevin's pants, and she nervously swallowed. "How can I be sure?" she asked, swayed by his enticing words alone.
"I'll convince you the next time we meet. For now, put your number in here," Kevin said, handing her his phone.
With surprise, Sia took the sleek glass slab and entered her number. "Why do you have such an old phone? I thought it had gone extinct already."
"Is it really that old?" Kevin asked, genuine surprise coloring his voice.
"Yeah, it is," Sia replied, handing him back his antiquated device.
Kevin took his phone back and muttered to himself, "I should upgrade it, then?"
"Yeah, you should," Sia suggested, lying back on the bed.
Kevin's gaze lingered on her naked body, causing his desires to stir, but he exerted self-control. He began to leave, but not before reminding her, "Also, try to control your slutty habits if you want me to contact you again."
With those words, he left the room, ensuring to turn off the lights before exiting.
Sia opened her eyes and sit back as she heard the door close and this time where was anger in them. "fucking horny bastard, all men just want is sex....fucking horn dogs."
As Sia's frustration simmered within her, she couldn't help but fantasize about the possibilities that lay ahead. Thoughts of manipulation, seduction, and dominance flooded her mind. She relished the idea of using others as stepping stones to achieve her desires.
"I'll make them all pay," Sia muttered under her breath, a wicked grin creeping across her face. "No one will stand in my way."
*******
"How was your work today? Was it too difficult? Are you tired?" Maria inquired while adding more food to Kevin's plate. He was devouring it as if there were no tomorrow.
"itww wwaww awwww riwwwitww," Kevin mumbled with a mouthful of food.
"Well, it's great to know you're enjoying your meal more than engaging in a conversation," Maria's sister snapped, seeing his bad eating habit rolling her eyes. "I guess I'll just talk to your appetite, then. How was your work today, Plate Devourer? Did you conquer any new records in the art of eating?"
"Riya, don't be like that. Let your brother fill his stomach; he has worked hard today," her mother responded, glancing back at Kevin with a warm smile. "Eat as much as you want, my baby. You've worked so hard today."
Kevin embraced his mother's love as he savored her deliciously prepared meal. He glanced at Riya, who, in turn, looked at their mother and said, "Don't spoil him like that. He didn't pay for that food; you and I did. He should contribute. How much did you earn today? You should give at least half of it to Mom so she can pay the bills."
"He already gave me 600 units," Maria replied with pride, not wanting her son to interrupt his meal to address her daughter's unwelcome questions.
"Really?" Riya exclaimed, clearly surprised as she turned towards Kevin, who still had a mouthful of food. "How did you manage to earn that much in a day? Are you involved in something illegal?"
Swallowing the food, Kevin replied with an annoyed tone, "Seriously, sis, are you the reincarnation of a detective? You're so nosy, always bombarding me with questions."
Riya shot back with a mischievous smile, "Well, someone has to keep an eye on you, Mr. Mystery Earnings! Who knows what secrets you're hiding?"
Kevin raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Oh, please. My 'secrets' are just me being an expert at finding a loose change in between the couch cushions."
Riya burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. "Wow, Kevin, the great couch treasure hunter! Maybe you should consider a career in archaeology."
Kevin joined in the laughter, realizing the humor in the situation. "Hey, you never know. I could be the world's first millionaire archaeologist, digging up ancient wallets and forgotten piggy banks."
The light-hearted banter continued as the siblings shared a moment of laughter, and soon Kevin finished his dinner and prepared to sleep. Their house was small, with one bathroom on the ground floor, along with a grain container, an almirah, and other essentials.
On the floor above was the kitchen, serving as the place where they ate and slept. All three of them slept together on the floor, finding it a bit cramped, but it was manageable.
Now, he lay between his mother and sister, with his sister on his right and his mother on his left. His mother was already asleep, and Kevin took the opportunity to gaze at her unveiled face. Pervious night, he didn't get to see her face because he fell asleep before her and wake up later, but tonight, he finally had the chance to see his mother's face without the veil.
It wasn't as if he didn't know what she looked like. He had seen her face in the memories of the previous host of this body, but seeing her in reality was an entirely different experience.
"She is incredibly beautiful," Kevin whispered under his breath as he gently brushed a strand of her black hair away from her soft, rosy cheeks and tucked it behind her red ear. Her face was radiant, illuminated by the joyful smile she had worn upon seeing him after work. Her eyes were closed, revealing long, fluttering eyelashes that glistened in the light.
The delicate curve of her small nose, resembling that of his sister, added to her adorable charm. Her slightly parted red lips offered a glimpse of her pearly whites as she peacefully slept. The smooth, heart-shaped contour of her chin seemed as if it were crafted in heaven itself.
'She is perfect,' he whispered in his mind, then turned to look at his sister, whose face appeared beautiful in the glow of her phone's light. Kevin couldn't help but compare her beauty to that of their mother, despite being an exact copy of her. In his eyes, she didn't quite possess the same level of beauty as their mother. 'It seems she also inherited some of our father's genes,' Kevin thought to himself.
Blaming it on their father, who he resembled closely, Kevin acknowledged that he was slightly better looking thanks to inheriting some of their mother's genes.
"What are you looking at?" his sister asked, noticing Kevin's lingering gaze.