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Chapter 1
With their father in prison for the next thirty years—well after abandoning their mother—the two sisters' only male role model was their big brother. Not even eighteen, and still a virgin, Leo wasn't exactly idol material. He was a nerd through and through, socially awkward and an undeniable momma's boy. Via their verbal bullying when she wasn't around, the sisters had managed to get Leo to stop calling her 'mommy,' and generally become less affectionate toward her.
Jenna was only a year younger than Isabela, or Izzy as she preferred, and the two had grown up like best friends. In their mother's eyes, and Leo's, the girls were like two sides of the same coin. They shared the same qualities, and the same flaws.
Beautiful, fit, blessed with fast metabolism and wonderful complexion, short, big brown eyes, and intelligent.
The lattermost—when they wanted to be, anyway.
At 15, Jenna often showed more signs of a higher IQ than Izzy, though they both seemed to have become ditzier in the last year alone.
Apart from this lack of smarts, or at least the utilization of them, the sisters' flaws didn't exist to themselves, only to their mother and brother. Lazy, careless, self-centered, arrogant, shallow, and borderline useless. They relied on their mother's wealth and leniency to get through life, looking forward to their driving permits so they could branch off into the world.
Already, Izzy had been approached for modeling, but as her legal guardian, Lissa shot each one down. This didn't delight her daughter any, and only acted as fuel to the fire between them. As a single mother cheated on and abandoned by their father, more than once and now permanently, Lissa was done with forgiveness. She held grudges, however, it often puzzled Leo why she wasn't as assertive toward her daughters as she should be.
Lissa loved Leo, and they had a great friendship.
She also loved her girls, but in a less affectionate or open manner. That she tolerated their lassitude and arrogant behavior, punishing only through silent treatment and a no-driving-til-17 rule, baffled Leo. Her acceptance of them as freeloaders who didn't need to go to school "if they didn't want to" would only last until they were 17, Leo assumed. Which for Izzy, easily the bitchiest of the two, was in ten months.
At the very least, anyway, Lissa also had an employment rule that came into play with the driving one. As soon as a permit or license was acquired, be it 17 or later, the girls would have to get a job. Modeling or an adjacent industry didn't count. The only loophole to this was if they sought to emancipate or move out, except upon doing so Lissa's clause entailed "zero support." No money, belongings, nothing from the house, and their access to Lissa's bank trust would be severed.
It was obviously something neither sister was looking forward to doing, and would likely continue being freeloaders…without driving permissions or social lives…indefinitely.
Leo didn't know how to feel about this.
He was annoyingly attracted to both of them, Izzy a mere year younger than himself. He would be 18 weeks sooner than she would be 17, and Leo certainly wasn't seeking to move out. This pleased Lissa, who loved her son not only wholeheartedly but a bit selfishly, too. He always showered her with compliments and his physical attraction was no secret, though it wasn't addressed.
He was cute, to her, in his own ways.
She wasn't attracted to Leo, nor her daughters, but there was something undeniably satisfying about imagining those arrogant brats "getting theirs." Sometimes Lissa touched herself at the idea of their father escaping prison, breaking in, and with a few cellmates gang-raping her little girls. After climaxing, Lissa would condemn herself for being a bad person, but a few days later do it all over again.
She appreciated that her son, unlike Jenna and Izzy, actually wanted to go to school. So she paid for private school, and much to her surprise Jenna requested to join. Feeling lonely and bored, Izzy seconded. This of course lasted just shy of a year before both girls dropped out. Leo stayed.
Her sweetheart.
It pained her as to why he had grown more reclusive over the last few weeks.
Feeling a bit scant on his compliments and affection, emotionally lonely herself, Lissa decided to dress even more liberally around the house—more akin to a small mansion—in an attempt to evoke something from him.
Her daughters, despite their beauty and physiques, seldom wore revealing attire. Maybe a skirt or shorts at best, but nothing overtly flattering. Izzy liked to believe she was "born for modeling" and destined to be a make-up artist if nothing else. Jenna let her sister practice on her sometimes, but usually wore less cosmetics than Izzy.
Part of Lissa looked forward to wearing less around the house just to flaunt her outrageous curves and silently, nonchalantly gloat in her daughters' presence.
Another part of her was dedicated to getting a reaction out of her 17-year-old, geeky virgin son. Remind him that his place was at her side, revering her beauty and being a good momma's boy. He had stopped calling her Mommy and it nearly broke her heart in a way she least expected.
Neither Jenna nor Izzy had called her that since they were in their single-digits. Lissa got a little wet at the notion of escaped prisoners annihilating her daughters' holes and hearing them squeal "Mommy" as they came against their will.
So, maybe she was a bad person. It wouldn't stop Lissa from being the queen of the house, and aching to teach those two entitled brats to know their place in the food chain