He goes back home to experiment

“I’m back home.” I said as I walked inside my house. I kept the strange book in my backpack as I headed to the kitchen to grab snacks where I saw Amelia, my step-mom. Amelia wore a green T-shirt and yoga pants. I noted the sweat drizzling down her forehead as she picked up a water bottle from the fridge. She had dyed red hair with beautiful green eyes. D-cup breasts with a plump ass that makes any girl jealous.

Amelia met my mother Nadia on a vacation to America. Amelia, just like my mom, was divorced. My mom discovered she was bisexual when she spent more and more time with Amelia, eventually leading them to have the strong relationship they have today.

“Welcome back honey, I hope you had a good day so far?” Amelia said as she began drinking water from the bottle she held in her hand.

“It was ok… Where’s my mom?” I asked Amelia as she put the water bottle back in the fridge.

“Nadia’s still working out in the backyard. Her workout’s still going on.” Amelia said as she closed the fridge.

“I see… h-how was your d-day?” I asked awkwardly. Amelia had tried her best to get along with me ever since I was introduced to her when I was 14 years of age. I did my best to have conversations with her even though I had social anxiety, our relationship was getting stronger and comfortable but due to Covid lockdowns, the progress I felt I’d made was lost.

Amelia smiled gently, “It was good, just tiring that’s all.” She glanced in the direction of the backyard. “It’s still difficult to keep up with your mom with her crazy workouts.” She laughed lightly.

That was the thing with Amelia, she was always gentle. Even when I made mistakes when helping her cook, or if I got bad grades on my tests. She was always gentle and patient with me. That was what initially made me realize I loved her just like my mom, not that I would ever be able to say it to Amelia herself.

“I’m going to go take a shower, let me know if you need me to cook you up something to eat later, ok?” Amelia said as she began heading back up to her room. Her hips moving never failed to put me in a trance, though it always made me feel disgusted. After all, How could I view my mother’s wife with such lust…

Shaking my head, I grab my snacks and head upstairs to my room.

Once I reached my room, I grabbed my backpack and pulled out the rulebook. The reality of the situation hit me. My hands became sweaty and I began to stress out. There’s no way what happened at the coffee shop was real right? I might have hallucinated the top of that barista disappearing…

No. There's no way that was a hallucination. I steeled my resolve and took out a pencil.

I wrote my first rule.

AN/ I am a new author so please be patient, I am still learning how I want to write and hope to better myself