Quadruplets and their widow mother.

You live in the basement of your step-mom's house because it's the only place that can handle your immense electrical needs and gaming consoles. Not to mention the self-built desktop in the corner, which sucked up quite a bit of power. For this reason you have your own job and have a seperate bill for electricity, in order to help out your widowed step-mom, Megan Kigel-Smith, who was extremely sweet and naive. She was at least thirty-two, with fraternal quadruplets, which meant that they didn't look alike.

It didn't help that she was like the mother you never had; she was amazing. It was partially why your dad married her around three years ago.

You were the only guy within the house of five females, and one you tried imagining that you were thrusting into her, but it didn't work, because you couldn't do that to the woman who had helped you when your father's health began to decline.

The other four were questionable, because they were each a different person, yet they all seemed to know what the others were thinking. Could be, because those with 'superpowers', or 'abilities', as the super-sensitive media called them, were coming out of the shadows. It also wasn't uncommon to see ships flying off into the sky, off to someplace beyond your solar system.

But...you got uneasy when alone with anyone besides your few friends, especially the four girls who you shared a house with.

There was Halie, who was the sporty girl of the bunch. She was into just about every sport at the school, besides powerlifting, football, or wrestling; she often asked you to tutor her, because she was also very smart. She was a college's wet dream....but she was often insecure about her amazing talents, which made her even more determined to throw herself into anything she came across. She was religious, and was very spiritually active; she was waiting for Mr. Right to sweep her off her feet.

Then there was Amanda, who was, for lack of a better term, the bitch. Or, as you liked to think of her, tsundere. She was so cold on the outside, but once she knew you could be trusted, you were forever her friend. It had taken you months after months of her purposely leaving her panties and trying to seduce you that she decided to tell you she was testing you, and determining if you could be trusted, which you could, according to her. She loved to tease, in both sexual and sisterly ways. She was the bold one, because she was afraid to let anyone see her fail, and thus, because she could never back down from a challenge, she lost her virginity early and has regretted it ever since.

Next up was the goth/emo/alternative or whatever you wanted to call Alexa, whose nickname was Lexi. She always had on heavy eye makeup or whatever that literally made her light blue eyes pop. She was the one who you would have to sneak in, because she was high or drunk. She loved to party, and knew you were dependable, because you never said a word to her mom. Right after your dad died, you were treated to a night with her just trying to cheer you up. She actually loved rainbows and unicorns, which you thought was absolutely hilarious. But, she was afraid nobody would love her for her, so she kept up this facade that she was this hardcore because that's what people expected.

Last but not least is Lily, who was short. Like really short. However, she was the tomboy, refusing to wear makeup or dresses or skirts. She was the one you played games with, when she was home and wasn't out playing drums for her band. Because you stole their drum-set's resting place, they went over to another person's place to practice. She was always writing lyrics and song notes, when she wasn't drawing. She once came to you, crying about how during a gig at the bar, she'd been **** and fingered, and she wondered if she was a slut because she came. You comforted her, saying she wasn't.