Alex lived in his father's spacious suburban house with his stepmom, Emily, and his stepsister, Mia.
His dad, Lawrence Vega, was a consultant for major oil corporations, jetting off to exotic locations like Dubai, London, and Tokyo for weeks at a time to big deals deals.
It left the house feeling empty most days, but Lawrence hadn't always been this absent. Back when Alex's biological mom was alive, Lawrence's explosive temper and constant verbal abuse had worn her down until her health failed completely, leading to her untimely death from a stress-induced heart condition just eight months ago.
Lawrence hadn't mourned long, he married Emily, a soft-spoken widow he'd been seeing before, barely two months later. Alex resented him for it, and by extension, he kept his distance from Emily, calling her Aunty out of stubborn formality despite living under the same roof for months.
He barely knew her beyond surface pleasantries, refusing to accept her as family.
Mia, Emily's daughter from her previous marriage, was a 19-year-old college student majoring in fashion design at the local community college.
She and Alex had a rocky relationship from the start, her snarky comments clashed with his quiet resentment, leading to awkward silences and avoided eye contact around the house.
Alex followed the glowing map overlay in his vision, his heart pounding as it led him straight to his own front door.
The system had provided him with a white masseur uniform, fitted pants and a short-sleeved shirt that made him look surprisingly professional, and he'd absorbed the Beginner Masseur Knowledge download in an instant.
It was like magic; techniques for pressure points, muscle relaxation, and even subtle erotic touches flooded his mind, making him feel oddly competent despite his nerves.
Staring at the familiar door, Alex took a deep breath. His mind raced, who the hell would he be massaging? Could he really bring himself to turn this into something lewd?
The thought sent a forbidden thrill through him, his cock twitching at the possibilities. He knocked, adjusting his stance to hide his growing excitement.
The door opened shortly, revealing Emily. It had to be her, Mia was at school for afternoon classes.
Emily stood there in a simple floral sundress that clung to her curves like a second skin, the thin fabric straining valiantly but failing to contain her oversized breasts, their deep cleavage spilling out from the low neckline like an invitation to sin.
Her big, heart-shaped ass pushed against the dress's hem, the cheeks so plump and round they looked ready to burst free, swaying hypnotically as she shifted her weight.
Her cute face was framed by soft auburn waves, with full, kissable lips painted a subtle pink, wide doe eyes that screamed innocence, and high cheekbones flushed with a natural rosiness that made her look eternally youthful and fuckable.
Alex had fantasized about exploring that body for months, those tits begging to be squeezed, that ass demanding to be spanked, but he'd always shoved the thoughts down.
Today, though? Something gave him a surge of confidence. Today felt like his chance to get something out of it at least.
"Alex, dear... Did the rain beat you? And why are you all dressed up?" Emily asked with an innocent expression, her voice sweet and concerned as she tilted her head.
Usually, Alex would have ignored her and brushed past, but today he met her eyes. "It's nothing, auntie. I'm a masseur now, and I was sent here for a massage. You're the person who needs one?"
Emily's cheeks flushed red and her hand fluttered to her neck. "Oh... you? You're a masseur now? But... what happened to your sales job?"
"I got fired..."
"Oh, Alex... I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes softening with genuine sympathy. She bit her lip, looking him up and down, seemingly wrestling with the idea.
"Well... I did call a service. My back has been killing me from all the house work. But I didn't expect... well, if you're capable, I suppose it's better than a stranger."
She stepped aside, opening the door wider. "Come in."
Alex stepped into the cool air of the house, his heart pounding a rhythm against his ribs. Emily led the way up the stairs, and Alex found himself walking behind her.
It was torture. With every step she took, that massive, soft ass jiggled hypnotically in her dress.
She led him to the master bedroom,a place Alex had never stepped foot in since she moved in.
The room was dimly lit and smelled of lavender and expensive perfume. A massive king-sized bed dominated the center, covered in silk sheets.
Alex set his basket of System items on a nearby shelf.
"It's the first time I'm getting a professional massage," Emily admitted, breaking the silence. She stood by the bed, looking small despite her voluptuous curves. "My friend recommended I try it for the stress."
Alex turned to her with a calm and confident. "Don't worry, auntie. I'm quite skilled. I'll guide you through everything. You can get on the bed."
Emily nodded and awkwardly climbed onto the mattress. She laid face down, fully clothed in her lounge wear.
Alex stood over her for a moment, just watching. Even lying down, her curves were mountainous. Her butt rose high in the air, creating a deep valley at her lower back. He reached out, his hand hovering for a split second before he tapped her shoulder.
"Anything?" Emily muffled into the pillow, shifting her hips.
"Yes," Alex said, clearing his throat. "You're supposed to take off your clothes... so I can massage you properly."
Emily's head shot up. She pushed herself up on her elbows. "Take off my clothes??"
"Yes," Alex said, scratching the back of his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Skin-to-skin contact is necessary for oil absorption and muscle manipulation. It's best for an optimal massage."
He paused, letting the words sink in, then added casually, "But don't worry. You can keep your panties on. I'll use a towel to cover your rear."
"What of my bra?" Emily asked in an embarrassed whisper.
"You have to take that off too, for your comfort," Alex said. He gestured vaguely to her back. "Can't work on the knots with a strap in the way. I'll look away while you get ready."
He turned his back to her, staring at the bedroom wall.
"Okay..." Emily whispered.
Emily couldn't imagine she was practically naked in front of her stepson, but the pain in her back was real, and Alex sounded so... professional. She decided to treat him as a doctor and forget who he was.
"You can turn now..." Her small voice said after a short while.
Alex turned around.
The sight nearly dropped him to his knees.
Emily was lying flat on her stomach, her arms folded under her head. Her back was a expanse of smooth, creamy skin, tapering down to a waist that looked impossibly small compared to what lay below.
Her ass was magnificent. It looked so squeezable. She was wearing a tiny pair of sheer pink lace panties that did absolutely nothing to hide the goods; the fabric was swallowed by the deep cleft of her buttocks, turning the garment into a tantalizing string that only highlighted how plump and soft her cheeks were.
Alex felt a surge of lust so powerful his cock exploded against his pants. He controlled himself and walked over to the bed, grabbing the white towel from his inventory.
"Lift your hips slightly," he commanded softly.
Emily obeyed, raising her heavy rear into the air. The view was obscene. Alex draped the towel over the center of her bottom, covering the lace but leaving the curvature of her hips and thighs exposed to his gaze.
"Alright," Alex said, his voice dropping as he poured the warm, aromatic oil into his hands. "I'm about to start now. So just relax, auntie."