A new sister approaches, Rachel joins the CHOYA

A.N: I am implementing a new idea in the mix to see if it adds more fun. Basically, for my timeline, I roll chances (IRL, not in a dice roller (sorry)) for certain things to happen. I'll explain after the chapter is over. But, just as an example, I rolled a 1d6 to see who it was who knocked on the door.

You calm down from your sudden and odd panic, you new memories telling you that is was normal of your sisters to barge in on you and each other since you all shared one bathroom anyway. Besides, if you wanted privacy, you wouldn't have written the Rule that magically combines your bathrooms together. It wasn't like you bathed together, but it wasn't a sin to pee next to each other in the toilets, as long as you all sat down... you included. Despite this, not a single memory of you seeing your sister's naked bodies seems to exist, outside of your special time with Amber.

"Come in!" Amber yells out, still washing her short hair. Honestly, you'd think that having hair that short would allow her to blaze through this, but she still takes her time like any girl. Though, as you look over your shoulder, you can see her silhouette shaving her legs. So you guess that is what is taking all that time.

In walks in a shorter girl. She was only 5'3'' from what you can tell, but that did not diminish her beauty in your eyes. A memory flutters in about you and Amber helping her dye her long hair black, the end of it reaching the top of her but. You also remember being frustrated as long black hairs ended up clogging the damn drain more often than anyone else's hair, so some of their magic is lost to you. Her skin was pale but still darker than Amber's and yours. You figure it's because she has more of a social life than you two dorks do. Her body is a little skimpier than Ambers, her chest clearly a B and her hips not quite as pronounced as hers, but it was also more athletic. You remember seeing her actually work out every now and then, which with your modifications is enough to apparently look like someone who works out regularly. Her legs are long enough, and her ass is quite nice. Her face is rounder than most, but her features are sharp enough to tell you it is not due to fat. She has a slightly larger nose than Ambers, and her smile is wider. What really takes your breath away are her eyes, which look like polished emeralds. (You remember whining to her regularly about wanting her eyes, she teased you back saying she wanted your dick in exchange. You both laughed, enjoying the teasing.)

Her name was Rachel, your new memories supplied.

She stopped for a moment, so you take initiative in the conversation.

"Yo Rachel, you need the shower? Amber'll be done in a few minutes.." You place a teasing and faux lecherous face that anyone could tell that you're joking, "though... since your both girls and twins... I'm sure that she won't mind washing your back if you ask nicely."

Rachel seems to shake something off, before placing a bright grin on her face. Ah, that was her normal, I-am-feeling-smug-right-now smile. It seems that Rachel is a bit ego-centric, but not in an unbearable way.

"Maybe I will shower with Amber. After all, us older siblings have to take care of our juniors." She was right, according to your new memories you were born last while Rachel was born second. Well, more like pulled out second since your Mom got a C-section. You guess that she didn't want to have to push out 5 little angels, not that you blamed her...

Gah, having new memories was a pain sometimes. Still, it was worth it. If only in that you'll never take your sisters for granted.

Rachel cuts through your thoughts, washing her hands before brushing her hair. It was an odd habit that apparently she has had since middle school, though no one knows why.

"So, brother, you seem a bit... different."

"Oh, how so?"

"Well, for starters, you're usually more of a nervous wreck when us girls use the showers. Whatever happened to my cute little brother who used to mutter something about 'rom-com shenanigans' whenever we clean ourselves?"

You rub the back of your head, "Well, he realized that you're about as human as he is, so he should get over himself and his nudity taboo. I mean, it might be a touch weird for you guys to shower in front of me and all, but... it really wouldn't be fair of me to ask you to wait till I'm out, right? This is all of our bathroom, not just mine. " Then you begin to lie, "I mean, as long as you don't strip in front of me," please do, "then I should be fine from now on."

A smile creased her lips and was quickly supplanted by a mock pout, "Awwww, my little brother is growing up before my eyes! I can't take it! Stop growing up this instant!!!"

You stick your tongue at her.

"Thank you, Vincent, that is exactly the kind of thing you should keep doing" Rachel flashed you a thumbs up.

Amber walked out of the shower, a towel around herself as she walked into the closet to change.

"Oh come on Amber, just change in front of him like he was a girl! It's not like he would argue since he's a man and all."

Amber merely answered her with a middle finger and finished entering the closet to change.

Your grin is tainted by the truth of the situation: Amber is hiding her body from Rachel, not you. Not that you can mention it... yet.

You still wanted to have fun with this all before you washed away the taboo.

"Alright, all joking aside... Vince, do you mind? I kinda need to shower, and while I am sure you're just dying to see me in all my glory, you're still too shy to admit it. So, shoo shoo, off you go!" Oh, how little she knew.

With that, you are pushed out of the bathroom.

Geez, do all of my sisters tease me like that?

Your new memories are disturbingly quiet on the topic, only a brief sense of long suffering passing through. Looking up at the clock, you had a mere 50 minutes before the 'curse' began, and had only gotten to know one sister well, and began the other. You decide to head to your Rulebook to alter the timing.

As you do so, you pass by Rachel's desktop. You didn't really make note of it until your memories of her started to (re)surface.

You're looking through her Google docs, trying to find something interesting about your popular 'older' sister. Finally, after digging through a seemingly endless maze of school folders and dead ends, you finally found something of note. It is a simple folder labeled 'Stories'. Jackpot.

Your mind rushed to think of what naughty porn she could be hiding there, her search history a dud. You weren't worried about being caught, Amber was watching out for sibling activity and would hit call on her phone at the first sign of them.

Instead, you found something far more interesting.

You found piles of Google docs filled with outlines for Romance novels, quite a few with a modern fantasy twist on them. It wasn't your standard teen drab either, the creatures were often serious and truer to their source material than before, with Fae and other less known creatures playing a role as well. By and large, her largest subfolder had to be the one labeled 'Apoc-IDs', which heavily featured ideas of the supernatural overrunning the modern world. Your favorite of her outlines that you can remember had a magi-tech theme with heavy Druidic influences. It was also the most detailed one, the main two leads being apprentices of a knowledgeable scientist and the other a powerful Druid.

It seemed that the romantic subtext was to be buried underneath a rivalry for a while first, before blossoming into true love later. Oh, and apparently there was going to be a lot of character ****/bussing, as quite a few character threads dead-ended. There were even some red-herring romances for both the leads and the series was to take place over a trilogy. There was one last folder. The folder was labeled 'L-scenes'. Just as you were about to open it...

*Ring Ring* *God Knows plays* *Ring Ring*

Amber called you, letting you know that one of your other sisters was headed your way. You cleared your history while leaving Rachel's intact, turned off the tower, and bolted for your bed where the latest Hunter Hunter laid in wait to be your cover.

The memory ended after you thought to yourself, Huh, that puts a new light to her nickname...

It really did. See, at your school, there was a big nickname culture. Each student gets stuck with a nickname that helps define them, or limit them in most cases as the names are typically set up by the popular group. The only exceptions to that are names that one has before they transfer over, and only if they manage to get it to stick. Most of the student body had normal-ish to lightly embarrassing names. Well, Rachel was one of the few who managed to keep her nickname/title from middle school, 'One Shot Rachel'. It is a loving title detailing her skill with a soccer ball when she was younger and she managed to score a goal from three-quarters across the field, managing her team an early lead in 'One Shot'. You can only imagine how the budding novelist feels about that title, despite no one else knowing about her hobby.

Also, how did you end up being so Oceans' Eleven about snooping through here things!?!

Thoughts for later, you suppose.

Armed with your clothes, you debate on whether or not to take the Rulebook with you while you go to meet the rest of your family. You also wonder what they'll be like.

A.N: I used a 1d6 to decide who knocked on the door. A 1 would've been your mom, who would have embarrassed you, leaving something for Amber to tease you about next time you two dated. A 6 would have been your Dad, who was merely curious as to where the remote was and would've left you alone to either 'play' with Amber some more or take up less of your time before the 'curse' hits home. God, I hope I am not hyping that up too much. 3,4,5 was each of your sisters, 5 being Rachel, and 2 would have been one of your/their friends rolled further from a few lists I have. Don't worry, how I write this thread will not be solely decided by dice rolls. If I feel like it, I will veto it mercilessly. Good or bad. It's mostly there to help me through indecision and add an element of risk and punishment so that this doesn't become overly self-indulgent.

Also, I am still deciding if I want a proper antagonist/magical world to this story. I am debating the merits and cons to it, but most likely if there is an antagonist it will be another rando with a magical artifact or something along those lines. Most likely, I will keep it enemy-less and will focus more on Vincent's struggles against over-doing it like Kira did.

I'm glad that you all are enjoying it... but I just broke 250 likes! Like, holy shit guys! What the hell!

You're the best.

~Talonblade