They always say
"Oh my god Leo, living with 6 of your beautiful sisters must be so cool"
"Man you're living the dream"
And then, every time, their face of surprise and disappointment appears when I tell them I live alone.
"Wow, what a waste," They say
Right. I can bet half of them would slit their wrists, or blow their brains into a wall once they try to live inside that house for a single week.
Sleep? That's funny.
Their screams, arguments, and wall banging for no reason other than to disturb each other can last until the sun begins rising.
Ah, maybe the place is clean, their women.
No.
The kitchen looks like Gaza in a good day, and the rest of the house is not any better.
Food? Maybe if you pay 100$ for each bite.
That's what happens when both of your parents are complete deadbeats who couldn't care less about the families they leave behind.
Two multi billionaires that cheat on each other all of the time, and the kids that result from that are paid for with everything they need so they keep quiet.
This of course includes a mansion, the place where I used to live.
I am the only boy of the family, and so, the outcast that no one likes.
I couldn't take it anymore and so the moment I turned 16, I left that god-forsaken place for good, never seeing those demons again.
Or that's what I would have loved to say. Turns out a virus hit the world by storm, and everyone was forced by the government to stay in their houses until further notice.
I of course told my dad to give me money to stay in my apartment, he denied, "go back home Max" were his words.
My name is not max by the way. It's Leo, but he can't care less about that.
And so now I'm here. In front of the mansion where my sisters live, wondering if I should be homeless or enter that door.
I can hear their voices from the other side of the door. They're having an argument, as always.
Gathering all of my courage I opened the door.
5 pairs of eyes, all looking at me. I have probably never felt more helpless and stressed than at this very moment.
I stood in the door for a moment, a frown on my face, before closing it with the back of my foot.
It has been almost 3 years since I left. I had changed a lot in that time, and the surprise in some of their eyes was clearly showing.
As for them? Well, they were just as smoking hot as I remember...
What?
I try my very best to be honest in life, and as much as I hate every single one of them, I have to admit that not one of them is ugly. In fact, I would argue they are the six most beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on, but the displeasure to know.
Without any more thinking I walked past the group sitting in the kitchen, and went up to my room, feeling their eyes piercing my back as I did.
I reached the hallway, and after reaching the second wooden door I opened it.
My room was just as I remembered it. A king sized bed, two night stands on each side, a window that gave me a beautiful look into the beach. If something could be said about this place, was that we have enough space to do whatever we want.
I took a deep breath. It smells kind of weird, but I can't exactly put my finger on what it is.
Probably just my imagination though.
I dipped my things on the floor for now and laid on the bed for a second, feeling the mattress compress bellow me.
that's pretty good.
I closed my eyes.
It's already night time, I hadn't really eaten anything since I had to take a flight back to LA from my university in Canada.
Well, I guess I'll have to eat eventually... Which means going to the kitchen and confronting my sisters.
Whatever, just ignore them Leo.
Seems like they had resumed their argument.
This time though, as I appeared the argument did not stop, and thankfully they all decided to ignore my existence.
I walked past the broken pieces of tile and glass to get to the fringe, and as I opened, A voice suddenly startled me.
"Hey there brother~" said a playfully confident voice behind the open door of the fridge, and when I closed it, she appeared.
She's the oldest of us, 19, a few months older than me.
Her name is Mia, a stunning girl with medium length bright blonde hair. Bangs covered her forehead, stopping right before touching a pair of beautiful yellow eyes that shine like stars. the rest of her flowy blonde hair fell on her back, and a couple of very small twin tails adorned the top of her head.
A slightly oversized white T covered her feagure, tipped slightly to the right side of her body and giving me a good look of her collar bone.
At least her shirt did a good job of hiding her curves, something that could not be said about her skinny white panties that perfectly displayed Her wide hips and round, big butt.
A smug smile dressed her pale face, her eyes piercing mine as one of her hands landed on her hip.
Mia is the author of at the very least half of my worst memories, a girl that loved teasing and making fun of me every single chance she got.
"Didn't even say hello to your dear
sister, what a meanie"
"Mia" I said coldly, nodding slightly as I turned around, trying to cook without distractions.
"What got you back to our humble abode? Thought you hated our guts" she said, jumping on top of the kitchen counter, making sure I could look at her through my peripheral while I cooked.
"Father decided he didn't want to pay for my apartment for as long as we are in quarantine, so I was forced to come back."
I said, throwing a stare at her, letting her know my mind had not changed in the slightest while I was away.
She returned it, her smug smile growing as if she had found some kind of amusing new challenge.
"Interesting. Maybe dad wanted us to spend some time together, talk our differences out"
"Or maybe his deadbeat ass didn't want to spend more money than he needed"
"Yeah, that's probably it" she said laughing cutely at my comment before looking at the pan.
"What are you making?"
"Carbonara pasta"
"Oh wow, did my useless little brother finally develop some skills?"
"I did, what about you? Are you still only good at being a whore?" I bit back, and god, that look on her face is priceless.
Can't really blame her surprise right now.
Just 3 years ago, I was a passive, timid boy that could not go more than two sentences without stuttering.
"Developed some balls as well" she hummed before jumping down the counter and leaving me alone.
God that felt good. It was the first time in my life that I had managed to ware off that girl. And it was offly... Easy?
Is what I would say if I couldn't see her untouched smile as she went back to the living room and sat on the couch, hearing the girls fight as if it didn't concern her or involve her, which it definitely did.
The rest of my cooking went relatively interruption free, and when I was done I just went to my room, because I was sure as hell not going to eat on the same table where my sisters were about ready to start an all out war.
Anyways, I got to my room, put on a tv show to entertain me, and got ready to eat.
before I could though, a knock stopped me.
Who could it be? I thought to myself, wondering if the girls had decided to change their target.
However, I could still hear the screams coming from downstairs.
With a small groan I stood up and as I opened the door, I saw Emma.
Did I say I hate everyone in this house? Right, I lied, I'm sorry.
The girl in front of me is the only person I cherish in this place, and the only person I kept in contact with throughout my time away.
She is a cute brown haired girl with beautiful purple eyes, her small stature only reinforcing this notion that she is a "cute" girl.
Which is exactly why her huge chest, trying its best not to rip through her black shirt was always a surprise once you saw past her angelic face.
In between all of my sisters, I believe she is the only one I share a father and mother with, judging by us having the exact same hair and eye color.
Though our heights were extremely different, so who knows.
No one knows in this house.
Throughout the 16 years I lived in this place, she was the only one that was always nice to me, the only one I could trust and laugh with.
Not like that stops her from causing trouble in the house by the way.
Not even close.
Even though her personality is very passive compared to her sisters, she is by far the one that causes most of the fights.
"Emma" I said warmly, a smile etched on my face. However, before I could say anything she hugged me.
"I thought you were never going to come back" she said in a low voice, her face buried in my lower chest.
It took me a couple of seconds to respond, still surprised by her sudden action, but eventually I broke away from my mind and hugged her back.
She broke the hug after that, a smile etched on her face as she went a little to the side to pick up a plate she had left on the side of the door.
Seems like she wanted a respite from all the screaming and cussing as well.
"I'm sorry for not greeting you earlier, you seemed in a bad mood"
"It's okay, come in" I said moving to the side to let her go in.
She did slowly after, standing besides me as I closed the door to shield us from the screams.
"When did you hit your growth spurt?" She asked, looking up at me in wonder and surprise.
Right, It must look weird. After all the last time I saw her, I was only a few inches taller than her.
"at 17" I responded, laughing nervously as I took a chair for her to sit while she ate.
"I almost didn't recognize you when you appeared at our door"
"Really?"
"Yeah" she said amused as she sat and took a bite out of her meal.
"You know who it was?"
"I saw you speaking with Mia while you made dinner." She asked, a slightly concerned look in her face as she did.
"Yeah"
"Did she bother you?" Her tone became rough and serious.
Another thing about Emma, she is extremely overprotective over me.
The last time she caught Mia bothering me, she went on to declare war on her, which ended up on the complete renewal of the living room and at least 10000 dollars worth of new couches and tvs.
"No" I responded as quickly as I could. She didn't seem too convinced.
"Aww come on"
I moved besides her, ruffling her hair with one hand.
"I'm your older brother, I have learned how to protect myself from people like her"
My words seemed to comfort her as her frown disappeared and a happy expression replaced it.
This girl was too cute.
The rest of our shared dinner went by quickly, and after some catching up and Remembering good times together, she left my room.
It was finally time to sleep, and so I slept peacefully...
Or I did, until the moaning started.