It was a sleepless night.
My mind was a chaotic mess, a whirlwind of events circling endlessly. First, there was the lingering fear of expulsion from school, a souvenir from my damn proposal to Miss Lily. Then came the raw, adrenaline-soaked memory of the supermarket incident—the terror in Mom's eyes and the brutal, satisfying crunch of my fists against those thugs. And then, layered on top of it all, was the thought of today's date with Isabel and, most powerfully, my aunt's heartfelt confession.
Her words, whispered in the dark by the pool, echoed in my head. The memory of her kiss, the single tear that rolled down her cheek as she told me it was her first… that statement had caught me completely off guard. My CPU was overloaded.
I stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all. The way I had beaten those thugs… it was for my family. For my mom. But this newly acquired power was intoxicating. For a split second, I had felt a profound sense of relief, a righteous fury that anyone would dare to touch someone so important to me. All these thoughts were making my head ache.
I really wanted to go to my aunt, to hold her and tell her everything was okay, but I couldn't. She was drunk. She would probably forget most of it by morning, chalking it up to the alcohol. I needed to do something, to create a situation where she could accept a relationship between us, to make her realize that the rules of society don't matter when you decide they don't. But it all felt impossible.
This was the real challenge of the System, wasn't it? It wasn't just about fighting bullies. It was about navigating this tangled web of feelings. I couldn't just think of them as potential harem candidates anymore. I had to understand their feelings and reciprocate them honestly. Mom, Aunt Christine, Isabel, Stacy, even Miss Lily… how could I ever tell them I loved them all?
First things first, I had to accept it myself. I had to be determined that in the future, I would have more than one partner. And to keep the peace, I couldn't play favorites. I had to be transparent, strategic, and understand each of them. A woman's tear was my greatest weakness. I needed to be more delicate.
'System, don't you have anything to say about this mess?' I thought, half-joking.
A familiar white screen popped into my vision. [The Host is improving and acting like a true king. A true king loves his wives equally to ensure there is less chance of conflict within the harem.]
Well, that was… helpful. I guess.
After what felt like an eternity of tossing and turning, I finally saw the first faint light of morning peeking through my curtains. I gave up on sleep. I got up, freshened up, and went to the kitchen to prepare a simple, comforting breakfast. I brought trays to my mom's and my aunt's rooms, leaving them by their doors with a short note: "Morning. Made you breakfast. Please rest well."
After that, it was time to get ready for my date. I wanted to look good. Not just good, but handsome. I showered, styled my hair, and put on the outfit I'd planned: a textured grey overcoat, a light grey turtleneck, slim grey trousers, and a pair of clean white sneakers.
Then, I went to the garage for my pride and joy. My Harley Davidson Fat Boy, its air-white paint job gleaming even in the dim light. Just looking at it sometimes felt like an orgasm. It was precious to me. I grabbed a second helmet for Isabel and rolled the bike out into the morning sun.
I rode to our meeting spot near the subway station and waited. And waited. After about half an hour, I saw her.
And my jaw dropped.
I was completely and utterly astonished. I had always seen Isabel as the "cute" type. Sweet, a little shy, the girl next door. But the person walking towards me right now was not that girl. My thoughts, my entire perception of her, shattered and reformed in an instant.
Her outfit was on a whole other level. She wore a stylish beige trench coat over a form-fitting turtleneck mini-dress that showed off her incredible figure. A pair of sheer black tights led down to a pair of chunky, fashionable black boots. She had on a pair of oversized black sunglasses, carried a matching black handbag, and I even noticed she'd had a little haircut, framing her face perfectly.
All of it worked together to enhance her beauty, transforming her from cute to confident, from a girl to a woman. She wasn't my stepsister in that moment. She was a temptress.
I was so awestruck that I didn't even realize she was standing right in front of me until she waved a hand in my face.
"Hey! Adam? Earth to Adam," she said, a playful smirk on her lips.
I snapped back to reality, a blush creeping up my neck. "Wow," was all I could manage to say.
"Looks like someone's awestruck, totally," she continued, clearly enjoying my reaction. "What do you think about my getup?"
I finally found my voice. "If I had to describe it in one word? Temptress. I never expected you to look so… mature. I really love this style. I think I prefer this one."
Her smirk widened into a triumphant grin. "Mission accomplished, then."
"Isabel, you are seriously out of this world," I said, my voice filled with genuine admiration.
Now it was her turn to blush. "Thank you so much. But you look really handsome, too."
"Really?"
"Yeah," she said, her eyes scanning my outfit. "I'm impressed. You put a lot of effort into this date."
I blushed and thanked her. Her gaze shifted to my bike. "You even brought your ride. Does that mean we're going for a ride?"
"Yeah," I said, a grin spreading across my face. The mind-wrecking stress of the past few days finally started to melt away. I really needed this. "Let's go. We have the whole day for us."
I handed her the spare helmet, and she climbed on behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist.
"Did you decide where we should go?" I asked, starting the engine.
"You're the one who invited me on this date," she said, her voice a playful murmur near my ear. "Isn't it the man's duty to select the location?"
"I have a few places in mind," I laughed. "But I was just asking in case you had somewhere you wanted to go."
"Nope. I'll follow your lead."
"Okay, if it's decided then," I shouted over the roar of the engine, "our first destination is Café Valley!"
She clung to me tighter as I pulled out into the street. "Don't you think you're a little too close, Izzy?" I teased.
"I don't think so," she replied, her voice full of mischief. She squeezed me even tighter. I wasn't really complaining. Her soft breasts were pressed against my back, and it was getting a little distracting, but in the best way possible.
"Okay, then get closer," I said, a smirk in my voice. "I'm speeding up."
The feeling was liberating. Whenever I was on my bike, I felt relaxed, but today, with her holding onto me, it was more exciting than ever. We exchanged playful banter the whole way, the wind whipping past us. After a short drive, we arrived.
"This is just a normal café," she said, looking at the quaint building.
"No, no, no," I said, shaking my head. "Just wait until you get inside."
When we walked in, she gasped. "Oh my God! Adam, how beautiful is this?"
The café was built on the edge of a cliff, and its back wall was made entirely of glass, offering a breathtaking panoramic view of the valley below. The entire valley was a sea of red and orange, the maple trees in their full autumn glory. It felt like we were sitting on the edge of the world, surrounded by a painted landscape.
"This is so wonderful," she breathed. In the heat of the moment, she threw her arms around me in a tight hug. "I really love this, Adam. This is the best thing I've seen in a while."
"Hold your praise," I said, hugging her back. "There are still so many things to do."
A waiter led us to our table, which was right at the edge of the glass wall, the best seat in the house. I had called ahead and made reservations last night when I couldn't sleep.
"This is so romantic," she said as we sat down. "Having lunch in a place like this with such a stunning partner."
"Thank you for the praise," I replied with a grin.
After we finished our lunch, I stood up. "Let's go."
"Where are we going now?" she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"You remember how you once told me you love adventure sports?"
Her eyes lit up with understanding. "Yes… then what? Don't tell me…"
"Yeah, that's right," I said, my grin widening.
"I don't believe it! But how?"
"Wait and watch."
After a short walk through the woods, we reached our next destination: an adventure park built into the side of the mountain.
"We can do all sorts of things here," I explained. "Bungee jumping, ziplining, kayaking, paragliding, ATV biking… and we are going to try every single one of them."
I had to pull a few tricks to get the money for this. I'd called Jack last night, and he'd lent me some without asking any questions. Thanks, Jack. I'll definitely pay you back. Just… not right now.
Isabel looked like she was on the moon. "Are we really, really going to do everything?"
"Yeah!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
"We'll start with couple's bungee jumping," I declared.
A few minutes later, we were standing on the edge of a cliff, tied together with a bungee rope. The wind whistled around us. I looked into her eyes. "Are you ready?"
"Hell yeah!" she shouted.
And together, we jumped.
We screamed our lungs out as we plummeted towards the valley floor, a pure, thrilling rush of adrenaline and fear and excitement all mixed into one. When they finally pulled us back up, we were both breathing heavily, our hearts pounding.
"Huh… huh… did you enjoy it?" I gasped.
"Yeah! Adam, I am enjoying this so much!" she replied, her face flushed with excitement.
We spent the rest of the day in a blur of adventure. We went paragliding, soaring over the red and orange canopy of the valley. We raced each other on ATV bikes through muddy trails. And at the end of the day, as the sun began to set, we went for a soul-soothing kayak ride on the calm river at the bottom of the valley.
We were both exhausted but happy. "Thank you so much, Adam," she said as we sat by the riverbank. "This was the best day of my life. Thank you."
"That's not the end," I said with a mysterious smile.
"What else have you planned? This is already too much."
"You told me you've never been to a club," I said. "So, let's go. As a couple."
We went to a nearby club, the thumping bass of the music hitting us the moment we walked in. We spent the next few hours just vibing, dancing, and drinking. We were having so much fun, lost in our own little world.
She looked at me, her eyes sparkling. "Adam, you are the best step-bro. Thank you so much. But… I need more beer. Can you bring me a shot? I'm going to wait here."
"Sure," I said, heading to the counter. I ordered two beers and was making my way back through the crowd when I saw him. Some random guy, leaning over Isabel, trying to hit on her.
A sudden, hot surge of rage and jealousy shot through me.
I walked over, not saying a word. I snaked my arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my body. I looked the guy dead in the eye, my voice dropping to a cold, dangerous tone.
"Back off. She's mine."
The guy took one look at my face and practically ran away. Isabel looked up at me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes a little hazy from the alcohol.
"You know what, Adam?" she said, her voice a half-drunk slur. "You look so cool today."
"I'm not letting some random guy get close to you," I said, my grip on her waist tightening.
"But why?" she asked, her head lolling slightly. "Who am I to you? We're just… siblingsss…"
And with that, she blacked out, her body going limp in my arms.
Her question hit me like a punch to the gut. Who am I to you? In that moment, a sudden realization hit me. She loved me. All the blushing, the teasing, the desire to act like a "proper couple"… she was in love with me. And I was such a dumbass, I hadn't even noticed it all these years.
I needed to get her somewhere safe. I couldn't take her home like this. She was completely drunk, and I was half-drunk myself. It would be too dangerous to drive. I quickly texted Mom, telling her we were spending the night out. Then, I found a nearby hotel.
The room was surprisingly luxurious, with a huge bed and a balcony overlooking the valley. I gently laid Isabel down and covered her with a blanket. I was about to crash on the couch when she suddenly sat up.
"I need more beer," she shouted. "I need more beer!"
I brought her a glass of water. "I am not letting you drink any more after this," I said, helping her sit up. "You are totally wasted."
After she finished the water, she didn't let go. She grabbed me by the neck, pulled me down, and kissed me.
"What are you doing?" I gasped, pulling back slightly.
Her eyes, filled with a drunken rage and hurt, glared at me. "You can kiss some random woman, but you get furious when I kiss you?" she cried. "Am I not beautiful? Am I not your type? I put so much effort into getting dressed today, just for you! I know you have a type for sexy women, so I did all this! And now you're acting like this? What do you think I am?"
I was dumbfounded. I knew the kiss with Stacy was something I could never run from, but I couldn't tell her the truth, that I was chained by the System.
She was crying now, the emotions she had been holding back all day finally overwhelming her.
"I know you don't love me, but I still love you," she sobbed. "I love you so much. I've loved you since we were kids, playing together. When someone hurt me, you would always fight for me. I love how protective you are. But then we grew up, and you started getting loner, isolating yourself from us, from me. My heart ached so much, but you wouldn't let us help you. I was so helpless. Then, one day, you suddenly became normal again. I was on cloud nine. I've been repressing my feelings for years. I am willing to accept that you love someone else, but I want you to accept my feelings. I love you, Adam. Not as a brother. I love you as a man. I want to be your woman."
I don't know what hit me in that moment. All the confusion, all the repressed feelings of my own, finally broke free. I cupped her face in my hands and locked her pink lips with mine. Her lips were as soft as rose petals. It was a deep, passionate, and accepting kiss. It was a declaration that I loved her too. It was a statement: You are mine, and we don't care about society's rules.
We were trapped in that moment, the only two people in the world.
"I love you too, Isabel," I said, pulling back just enough to speak. "And you are mine."
Her eyes, filled with tears of joy, looked so happy. I leaned in to kiss her again, my hands moving to undress her.
"Isabel," I whispered against her lips. "If we continue, we won't be able to go back to our usual life."
She was lying on the bed now, half-naked, defenseless, and more beautiful than I had ever seen her.
"I don't want to go back," she said, her voice firm and clear. "I want to move forward. I want to be yours."
She was only wearing her lingerie now, and I was in my underpants. I unhooked her bra, and her huge, round, beautiful breasts spilled out. I gently groped them, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Adam," she whispered, "it's my first time. Please be gentle."
I continued to caress her, and then she suddenly stopped me. "You lie down," she said. "I want to see something."
I lay back on the bed. She climbed on top of me, her hands sensually tracing the muscles on my chest. "Your body is so tough and firm," she murmured. "Perfect."
Then, she pulled down my pants. My rock-hard cock sprang free, standing straight up in front of her face. A weird, curious shine appeared in her eyes.
"Holy God, Adam," she breathed. "It's so long… about ten inches. And it's twitching."
With an innocent look on her face, she reached out and started moving her hand up and down my shaft. "This is my first time seeing a real dick," she said, her voice a mix of awe and nervousness. "It's so hard. It has a very strong smell. It's kind of intoxicating. Adam… it might be painful."
Then, she leaned down and gobbled my dick. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that I came almost instantly, filling her mouth. She swallowed all of seman and looked up at me with a wink.
"Adam, you cum so much. A good girl always swallows, right?"
"You're getting so naughty," I growled, a possessive fire igniting inside me. "You need a punishment."
I flipped her over, so I was on top. I started licking her pussy, pinching her clitoris until she was moaning and writhing beneath me. "Adam, not so rough! Ahhh!"
She climaxed, her body shuddering. She looked at me with embarrassment and love. We were ready.
"But I don't have a condom," I said, the thought suddenly hitting me.
"Don't worry," she whispered, pulling my face down to hers. "It's my safe day. And if something happens… I'm willing to accept it."
I started to insert my dick into her pussy. She was tight, and she winced in pain. "Should we stop?" I asked, concerned.
She grabbed me by the neck, her eyes fierce and determined. "I'm fine. It's okay. You can continue."
With one final push, I put my whole dick inside her. A loud cry of pain and pleasure escaped her lips, her eyes teary.
"We're connected now," she whispered, a beautiful smile on her face. "Now, I am yours."
I started to move, and the hotel room was filled with the echoes of our pure passion and love. We continued until the first light of dawn broke over the valley.