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John Doe tried to sneak through the back door of his home, quietly removed his shoes as his stepmother Jane's demands had trained him to, and crept past his siblings rooms to the basement door.

He'd had to move back into his parent's home after his father's **** and the debts it revealed left them struggling to pay off a mortgage and John without the influence to stay in the cushy position his father had gotten him at the company he was CEO for.
His father had gotten him the position in part because of his stepmother, his fathers newest trophy wife, whose beauty and sex appeal kept John up at night (to masturbate, of course, what did you think?). It usually took at least two sessions before he could get to sleep these days, and he could swear his stepmother intentionally planned with her daughters so that the moans and screams of they and their various lovers (or rarely, masturbation alone) would keep him up until well past when he should have been sleeping.
His stepmother had never liked him, probably because although he thought he was being covert about it, his many fantasies that involved her and her daughters meant she frequently caught him staring blankly at someone's ass or tits, with almost no ability to keep track of a conversation if any of them were near.

It wasn't as obvious when he had gone to work each day with his dad, but now that he was unemployed...

Frankly, the only reason Jane tolerated him in "her" house was that the one remaining lawyer she retained by fucking him whenever he desired still hadn't figured out how to get around the clause in his father's will that required her to let his son stay in the house and feed him.

Granted it was in the basement now, but at least he still had a room.

John glanced at the schedule he had pinned to the wall next to his bed.
Almost time fo...*ahhhhhh, fuck my ass deeper!*

There it was...it was about 1.5 hours into the nightly **** and his younger stepsister Barbi (yes, that was her ACTUAL name, and she had the proportions to make it fit.) had started her shift.

It wasn't exact, but to an accuracy of 10 minutes either side, one of his 3 tormentors would be regaling him with her pleasure at least every 15 minutes for one and a half hour shifts from the time he was "supposed" to go to bed at 2300 (11:00 PM), and the time the last one actually went to sleep, at about 0330 (3:30 AM).

Frankly, after a year of this, he was sure it wasn't a fluke that they appeared to do this on a schedule.
The late shift was never the same woman two weeks in a row.

John assumed Jane was training her daughters in case the lawyer fell through, as she wasn't allowed to sell the house until he was out of it.
Although he figured the lawyer wouldn't give up unless she fucked him to ****, and suspected said lawyer was dragging things out as long as possible.

But now he had The Rulebook.

Things were about to change.

First things first though, he needed sleep to be able to think, so:

New Rule: The Rulekeeper's room has a soundproofing system built in, not known to anyone else, that can be turned on or off by a switch under his bed.

He checked under his bed, and sure enough there was a button.
He pressed it.
Blissful silence.

He went to sleep.