Ryan Davies (18 years old)

Ethan parks the car out the front of a beautiful double story house, he practically bounds out of the driver’s seat, excited to jump into the next chapter of his life.

His arm draped over his only child, Ryan's shoulder, the two of them standing at the entrance with Ethan grinning ear to ear.

“Alright, kiddo,” he chuckled, giving Ryan a playful nudge, “Are you ready to meet your stepmom and stepsis? They’re gonna love you, I just know it!”

Ryan rolls his eyes, unimpressed with his excitement. He pushes his father’s arm off his shoulder.

The door opens before they even reach the porch, and there stands Vanessa, resplendent in a figure-hugging dress that made her ample bust pop. “About time you showed up, huh?” She sways up to him, pulling him into a long, enthusiastic kiss, her hands resting on his chest, her giggling breaking through the kiss.

Ethan chuckles, his hands naturally finding her waist. “You missed me that much, huh?” he teases, squeezing her just a bit.

Vanessa smirks up at him, her voice teasingly sultry, “Of course I did.”

She pulls back just enough to look over at Ryan, her expression bright and welcoming. “And you must be Ryan! Welcome, sweetie! I’m Vanessa, your stepmother. I hope you like pizza 'cause we’re celebrating tonight!” She reaches out, giving Ryan a warm hug that feels surprisingly motherly despite her flirtatious aura.

He’s taken back by the warmth of the hug, the biggest factor is her large breasts up against the front of his body making him feel certain things he didn’t expect when arriving here.

Vanessa led them both inside as Ryan explored their beautiful home for the first time.

“Luna! Sweetheart, come down and meet your new family!” Her voice is warm, though the edge of exasperation shows she’s called out to her daughter more than a few times today.

After a few seconds, a heavy sigh echoes from upstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps—slow, ****—descends the stairs. And there she is—Luna, petite, with a delicate frame, casually donning an oversized hoodie. But her beauty is striking in a way that’s almost shocking—like she barely has to try. Standing a few steps from the bottom, Luna's arms crossed tightly over her chest, glaring down at the scene below with clear disdain. “Hi?” she muttered, eyes darting between Ethan and Ryan, a sneer pulling at her doll-like features.

Ethan gives her a wide, friendly grin. “Hey there, Luna! I'm Ethan, we’re gonna be seeing a lot more of each other, so might as well get along, right?” He gestures to Ryan, trying to bridge the gap. “This is Ryan, and I’m hoping you two will hit it off.”

Luna wrinkled her nose, eyes rolling as she lets out a barely concealed groan. “No thanks, old man. I don’t do ‘family bonding.’ Got it?.” She directs a cutting glare at Ryan, her lips curling in distaste. “And you—what’re you looking at?”

Vanessa shoots her daughter a gentle warning look, flashing Ryan an encouraging smile. “Luna’s a little… guarded, but she’ll come around. Right, honey?” stepping over to give Luna a light nudge, but the girl pulls away prickly.

“Don’t touch me, mom!” Luna snaps, her voice cold as she turns her back and makes her way towards the stairs. She glances back just once, throwing Ryan a glare. “Try not to touch my stuff, alright? I don’t like my space invaded, especially by… people I didn’t ask for.”

Watching her daughter retreat, Vanessa shakes her head, her smile turning a little sheepish as she looks back at Ryan. “Just… give her some time, okay? And maybe you could try to be friends with her?” she pleads, her tone as hopeful as it is gentle.