A Daily Life With My 3 Stepsisters

The day my new stepfamily moved in, I realized two things: one, my quiet life was dead and buried, and two, I was woefully unprepared for what was about to hit me.

It started with the boxes. They were everywhere—stacked in the hallway, spilling into the living room, teetering like some cardboard Jenga tower ready to collapse. My dad was hauling furniture with a goofy grin plastered on his face, the kind he hadn't worn since before the divorce. Hana, my new stepmother, directed him with a serene smile and a voice so smooth it could've calmed a storm. She was beautiful—long chestnut hair, elegant curves, the works. I could see why Dad fell for her.

But then there were her daughters. My new stepsisters. And that's when things got… complicated.

"Oi, Kaito, don't just stand there like a statue," Aiko barked, brushing past me with a box labeled "Fragile" in sharpie. She was the eldest, tall and lean, with jet-black hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Her tank top clung to her sweat-damp skin, and I had to force my eyes up to her face before she caught me staring. "Help me with this, or are you too busy daydreaming?"

"I-I wasn't daydreaming!" I sputtered, snatching the box from her hands a little too eagerly. It was heavier than I expected, and I nearly dropped it. She smirked, crossing her arms, and I swear her hazel eyes glinted with something dangerous.

"Leave him alone, Aiko," Reina said, stepping into the hall with a tray of iced tea balanced in her hands. She was the middle sister, shorter and softer, with auburn hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her sundress swayed as she moved, hugging her figure just enough to make my throat go dry. "He's probably overwhelmed. Right, Kaito-kun?"

She handed me a glass, her fingers brushing mine for a split second, and I fumbled it, cold condensation dripping onto my shirt. "Uh, yeah. Thanks," I managed, taking a sip to hide my burning face.

"Don't thank her yet," Mina chirped, popping out from behind a stack of boxes like some pint-sized ninja. She was the youngest, barely reaching my chest, with twin pigtails bouncing as she grinned. Her oversized T-shirt slipped off one shoulder, and her big blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "She's just buttering you up so you'll carry her stuff later."

"Mina!" Reina gasped, her cheeks flushing pink. "That's not true!"

"Sure it isn't," Aiko said with a dry laugh, leaning against the wall. "Kaito, you're gonna learn fast—none of us are as innocent as we look."

I swallowed hard, clutching the glass like a lifeline. Day one, and I was already surrounded.

The afternoon dragged on in a blur of unpacking, awkward small talk, and me trying not to trip over my own feet every time one of them smiled at me. Aiko kept barking orders like she owned the place, Reina hovered nearby with that gentle smile that made my stomach flip, and Mina darted around like a gremlin, giggling every time I messed something up. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, I was exhausted—but the real challenge was still waiting.

Dinner.

We gathered around the dining table—Dad and Hana at the ends, me stuck in the middle like a deer in headlights. Aiko sat to my left, her elbow brushing mine every time she reached for something. Reina was on my right, her knee bumping mine under the table more often than seemed accidental. And across from me, Mina kicked her legs back and forth, her bare feet occasionally grazing my shins.

The food was incredible—Hana's cooking, apparently. Some kind of teriyaki chicken with rice and miso soup that smelled like heaven. But the atmosphere? Absolute chaos.

"So, Kaito," Aiko started, twirling her chopsticks with a sly grin, "you got a girlfriend?"

I choked on my rice, coughing into my napkin while Dad shot me a sympathetic look. "W-What? No, I don't!"

"Really?" Reina tilted her head, her voice soft and curious as she leaned in just a little too close. Her hair smelled like lavender, and I had to grip my chopsticks tighter to keep my hands from shaking. "That's surprising. You're kinda cute, you know."

"Reina, stop flirting," Mina giggled, pointing a spoon at me like it was a weapon. "Look, he's turning red!"

"I'm not flirting!" Reina protested, though her blush betrayed her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at me with those big, doe-like eyes.

"Girls, behave," Hana said with a light laugh, sipping her tea. Her tone was more amused than stern, like she was used to this kind of madness. Dad just shrugged, digging into his food like he'd already surrendered to the chaos.

I sank lower in my chair, wishing I could disappear. This was my life now—trapped in a house with three stepsisters who seemed hell-bent on making me squirm. And the worst part? A tiny, stupid part of me didn't hate it. Not one bit.

Dinner wrapped up eventually, after Mina "accidentally" flicked a grain of rice at me and Aiko challenged me to a chopstick duel that I lost spectacularly. I mumbled some excuse about being tired and bolted for my room, desperate for a moment of peace.

Or so I thought.

I'd barely made it to my door when Aiko appeared, leaning against the frame with that infuriating smirk of hers. She'd changed into a loose crop top and shorts, and the way she crossed her arms pushed everything into dangerous territory.

"Hey, Kaito," she said, her voice dropping to a low, teasing drawl. "You're not freaked out by us, are you?"

"No," I lied, staring at the floor so I wouldn't have to meet her gaze. My heart was hammering so loud I was sure she could hear it.

"Good." She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her shampoo—something citrusy and sharp. "'Cause this is just the beginning."

She winked, then sauntered off down the hall, her hips swaying just enough to make me regret every life choice that led me here. I stood there, frozen, my hand still on the doorknob, wondering how the hell I was supposed to survive this.

Back in my room, I collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. The house was quiet now, save for the faint sound of Mina giggling somewhere downstairs and the occasional creak of the floorboards. My life had been simple before this—school, video games, the occasional part-time job at the convenience store. Now? Now I was living with three girls who were way too pretty, way too bold, and way too aware of the effect they had on me.

I groaned, pulling a pillow over my face. Day one wasn't even over, and I was already screwed. Figuratively, sure—but something told me the literal part might not be far off.

And with that thought, I drifted into an uneasy sleep, completely unaware of the chaos waiting for me tomorrow.