After taking a bath, I wore simple clothes: a navy vest, then a short-sleeved white shirt over it, leaving the buttons undone.
I put on gray shorts and navy slippers. Looking in the mirror, I puffed my hair with my hand. Unlike my mother and sister, who were both blondes, I took after my father's black hair and the same ocean-blue eyes he also gave to Rita.
I was a bit taller than most guys my age, standing at 6'2", with a medium build. Not fat, not thin, not exactly tough, just somewhere in between.
My face wasn't anything special, but I could confidently say I was kind of handsome.
Sharp chin, smooth lips, soft skin. For some reason, I looked extra good today.
Maybe it was one of the effects of my charm skill...and that is, if the thing even worked. Hopefully that demon wasn't scamming me here as part of her entertainment.
After everything, I left the house with the list of things Rita told me to buy: a bunch of champagne, pool balls, and some snacks for her and her friends.
When I pulled up at the mall and parked, I went inside to buy everything.
At the till, I noticed a lady who kept stealing glances at me, and every time I looked her way, she shyly looked away.
She wasn't bad at all, a short brunette, right curves in the right places. So I flirted with her. Not because I wanted to sleep with her, though honestly, I wouldn't have minded, but because I was testing the waters.
Seeing how the opposite gender treated me now.
And the results were pretty damn positive. I left her cheeks red and blushing before I walked out.
A new sense of confidence hit me. I'd always kept my gaze down when talking to women—forever faithful to Enny. Never flirted, never tried anything.
For the first time in a long time, I was actually enjoying it. I flirted with a couple more women l met, but l didn't over do it.
I didn't want to look like a creep.
Then the system sent a few notifications.
[Confidence +1]
[EXP +2]
[CurrencyPoints (CP) +0.001]
I wondered what the currency points was for, but there was no explanation in the system. Probably locked for now until l pass my so called 'tutorial' quest.
After that, I drove home, parking right at the front. Our house wasn't a mansion, but it wasn't small either.
A double-storey house with four rooms, a bathroom, garage, and kitchen.
It also had a neat green hedge as fencing, and a pool at the back.
Mom put too much effort into making it pretty—flowers everywhere and a green lawn.
I got out of the car with a shopping bag, and before I even opened the door, I heard voices inside. Female voices.
I stepped in and was met with my sister's angry face as if she had been impatiently waiting for my arrival, which, honestly, l think she was.
"Geez!!! You're late!!" she grumbled.
I might've spent more time flirting at the mall than necessary.
But I stayed calm.
"Just say thank you and stop being a bitch."
I pushed past her, leaving her to grab her shopping bag at the door while mumbling insults behind me.
When I passed the sitting room, I saw my sisters friends, three girls on the couch, all in sundresses.
Winter is over… here come the sundresses, I thought.
"Hi, girls," I waved.
They smiled and greeted me. Honestly, my sisters friends weren't bad looking, they were just rowdy.
It made sense. At college, Rita was basically the leader of a group of female delinquents. Popular, bold, almost untouchable. Most guys only fantasized about them.
Among them was Charlotte, a blonde like my sister, but with her hair always braided at the front like a crown.
She had a notorious reputation. I once heard she jerked off a professor for a passing grade.
Yet she was cute as hell. She loved cute things too, maybe that's why she was wearing a pink sundress with Barbie-doll prints, barely reaching her thighs.
The second girl was Lilith. Rarely wore feminine clothes like sundresses, so l was a little shocked seeing her dressed like this today.
Usually, she wore leather jackets and denim shorts.
She has messy dark, shoulder-length hair, dark eyebrows, a black collar necklace she never removed. Black-glossed lips, a black butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. Total emo girl vibes. Flat chest compared to the others, but sexy in her own way.
Lastly was Esther. A girl who loved attention. Massive ego. Only dated classy guys with expensive cars.
Her looks matched her attitude, luscious body, and breasts with nipples poking through her soft sundress. She was sucking on a lollipop, slurping loudly than necessary, and instead of feeling annoyed, l somehow found it sexy.
My cock twitched in my pants just from staring at the three of them. Before it could get hard enough to be obvious, I said goodbye and went upstairs to my room.
My cock was totally hard now—almost painfully so.
It had been a while since I had sex, and all that pent-up desire was stirring thanks to the sexy goddesses downstairs.
I tried distracting myself with a book. Thirty minutes later, I heard the girls giggling and jumping into the pool.
They were screaming, chatting and splashing water.
My room was upstairs at the back. Rita's was in front, Mom's room downstairs.
The pool was on my side, right under my window. I decided to take a little peek.
I almost regretted it instantly.
The girls were in sexy swimsuits.
MY sister sat on the pool's edge while her friends were in the water, fighting over a champagne bottle.
"I'll open it!"
"No, let me! You opened last time!"
"You two have been opening it every time! I haven't!"
"It's just a damn champagne," Rita muttered. "Just open it! I'm so in the mood to drink right now!"
They wrestled over the bottle until someone finally popped it and the champagne blasted out like a fountain.
They pointed it at Rita, spraying her between her thighs. She screamed while the others laughed, the drink making little bubbles in her panty.
When it stopped, she gasped, mouth a little wide like a pornstar who had just seen the biggest dick of her life. "Guys… that wasn't cool!! Look what you did!!"
She touched her panty between her legs. It was dripping.
Esther giggled. "Admit it, girl! You liked the sensation!"
"Ew… no!!"
"Weren't you the one masturbating with the running water last time at the bathroom?" Lilith asked.
Rita's cheeks turned red.
"Don't bring up the past!"
"It was last month," Charlotte said as she stepped closer, looking between Rita's legs. "Gosh, gurl. Your pussy lips look kinda fatter than before, don't they?"
"Now that you talk about it, l thought l was the only one who noticed." Lilith added.
My sister jumped into the water without a response, splashing them while they laughed and argued.
Meanwhile I just watched from my window, my cock getting harder and harder.
Their swimsuits were wet, the lining of their breasts visible, nipples poking through.
I shook my head and backed away from the window. If they saw me, they'd think I was a creep.
But my cock was killing me.
I grabbed my phone. In times like this, porn, my hand, and headphones were the only cure.
So I masturbated myself to sleep. But even that wasn't enough.
Masturbation wasn't doing it anymore.
I needed someone to fuck.
TBC