Flashback

I woke to the warm feeling of sunlight creeping across my face. I stretch out my hands and yawn, and look beside me to see cute snoring face of my girlfriend. Sydney slept like a rock, especially after sex. It had been particularly aggressive last night, her slutty moans and bitchy roleplay getting me into it. I ran a finger through her platinum blonde hair, silky and wavy, before I headed to the kitchen in my studio apartment.

I brewed a cup of coffee using the premium beans my father sent me last month. He'd been pretty generous with gifts lately. His name was Walter Craim, you may have heard of him. He ran Craim & Pai Holdings in with his partner Rishi Pai, a stock broking firm that invested generally in up and coming Hero Agencies. Needless to say, he was very successful. But that wasn't why he was famous. Prior to his career as an investor, he had been a superhero. The White Swift, his superhero name, was a mantle that had been passed on through his family line, a symbol of pride each heir held onto with gratitude and dutifulness.

Nearly 18 years ago, he had an affair with my mother, a no-name prostitute in a cabaret club while drunk, impregnating her in a stupor. He was already married, so he could not marry her, but he made sure my mother and I had a decent life. I had a blessed childhood, inheriting my father's good genes, going to a private boarding school for young heroes, preparing them for the superhero life when they received their gifts. A gift, or simply, a quirk appeared at anytime between 13 and 17. Few people had one, but they were generally harmless as you need to take expensive supplements to make them useful. For example, if the average joe had somehow wound up with water bending powers, he would barely be able to spill a cup of water, unless he took a good amount of Feat, the power boosting **** that most heroes needed to be able to do shit on the streets. 10 bottles of Feat, and our everyman can break plumbing and drown whoever the fuck he wants.

Obviously, such a **** cannot be something you'd buy at GalMart. Feat supply was heavily restricted and monitored. Only certified agencies could have them, and to join one of those agencies, you needed to gone to a hero school. As a descendent of the Craim family, my father had me enroll there, however my lineage was hushed up. It was there I'd met my older half-sister, Eva Craim.

Eva was the textbook definition of twisted. She'd always be the good girl in front of the faculty, but the student body was aware of her true colors. She was a mean girl, to put it lightly. Bullying, vandalism, fraud- these were few of her numerous crimes. However, none of it could be traced back to her. I'd spoken with my father about it, but he'd laughed it off and said that if that was true, she'd be greatest actress ever! Despite her obvious talent, Eva had no interest in acting. In one of my few conversations with her, after she found out I was her half-brother, she'd stated matter of fact tone - "There is no ecstasy in fooling those who want to be fooled. It's far more intoxicating to fool those who believe you in good faith." This was the last time I'd ever approached Eva, and she never had more interest in me than she would a candle lit to her statue, one among thousands.

Despite my dread for Eva, my relationship with my father remained cordial. He was there for me when he could be, during the times that mattered, like when my mother passed, 3 years ago. It was a hard time for me. I had few friends, none who's interest in me ran deeper that good fun. My mother had been my greatest confidante, and I took her **** like a deer facing headlights. My father was the only one to console me, and I was grateful for it. The following years I leaned heavily on him, helping him out in his business when I wasn't at school and learning as much as I could about his trade. I didn't want to be superhero. How could I, when I couldn't even save my own mother?

My father seemed displeased when I told him I had no plans of continuing his legacy as a hero, no, he was disappointed. However, with time, he accepted my decision. It was clear to him I had talent as an investor, I'd made him over a few million dollars during the short period I worked at his office. Miffed as he was, he did the logical thing, as soon as I'd turn 18, he would step aside allow me to take over as CEO. Sure, there were quite a few people who were not pleased with that decision, but what could they do? I was satisfied with as much.

I sipped my coffee, content with how well my life was going. I fill a second mug and bring it back to the bedroom. Sydney had awoken, and boy, she was a sight to behold. He normally wavy and parted hair swirled in all directions, looking similar to a crow's nest. Well, a crows nest built on the most beautiful tree. Her bombshell body sparkled in the sunlight which now streamed in abundantly. "Awake, babe?"

"What does it look like?" She snaps. Sydney's not much of a morning person. I hand her the mug, which she accepts wordlessly.