The moment the doors opened Gen looked around, seemingly nervous because of her sisters. "Hi! I'm home! You'd never guess who I brought with me!" She called before entering, somewhat unnerving me.
Footsteps could be heard coming from throughout the small mansion. "Is it the new butler!"
"Finally my chores are through." Soon, four figures stood in front of me carefully eyeing me up and down.
The first one had long, bright yellow fur around her neck while she had similar hair running down to the base of her back. She had a red skin tone and dark ruby eyes. She was wearing a tight fitting white shirt that seemed to amplify her chest size and a set of very short shorts that hardly covered her arse.
The second one had fin-like features with ocean blue skin, deep sapphire eyes almost like Gen's and dark, wavy blue hair that made her seem quite a bit like a mermaid. She was a little bit shorter than the first but carried much the same chest size and dimensions. Her attire consisted of a black midriff shirt exposing a small belly ring and a set of skinny jeans.
The third was a bit less thought provocative with features more closely resembling Gen's, she had a curled leaf amidst her emerald green hair that reached only up to her neck, dark, auburn eyes. She had a light sandstone-like skin tone. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse along with tight jeans that reached just below her knees.
The fourth was the shortest, probably only nine or ten years old with snow white skin, bright pink hair with blue highlights, bright ruby eyes, a number of bow-like features on her wrists, ankle and ears. She wore a long, baby blue dress reaching down to her knees.
"Mike, these are my sisters. Flare, Vanessa, Lily and Cynthia." She said, gesturing to the Flareon, Vaporeon, Leafeon and Sylveon respectively.
I chuckled nervously in my head. 'Great, a family of Eeveelutions… and female nonetheless.' I sighed lightly. "Hi, I'm Mike." I bowed, immediately beginning to hear whispers.
"Aren't butlers usually old geezers, he's too cute."
"Shhh! He might hear you." Vanessa hushed.
"But isn't he a bit too young." Flare retorted.
However I highly doubt they knew that I had a highly developed sense of hearing. I continued to listen with my fingers now pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Hey! Can you cook good food?" Flare suddenly yelled, causing me somewhat of a surprise.
I paused for a moment. "Yeah, I can actually cook pretty well." I replied.
"Whoopeee! No more of those Yucky foods that Esper always makes us eat!" Cynthia cried out in joy.
"Oh yeah… where is Esper?" Gen inquired only to be answered when a floating silver tray, enveloped in some purple energy, hit the Flareon over the head.
"OW!" The Flareon cried in pain
"Greetings, I'm Esper, I'm the oldest of the sisters here, I assume you've already been introduced to everybody?" The Espeon calmly introduced herself, paying no heed to the Flareon's pain.
She was by far the tallest with a lean build, light pink fur spanned her body, a red gem was embedded in her forehead and she had absolutely stunning, deep purple eyes. She wore a long sleeved white blouse, skinny jeans, which apparently the household had an affinity for, and had a sky blue apron with various patches of flour and other ingredients basted on it.
"Dammit, sis, why do you always do that!?"
"If my cooking is bad, why don't you do it for us next time!?"
"No need, the butler here can cook us something we call food!" Flare retorted.
The pair continued to argue with each other completely ignoring their visitor, their surroundings and their manners.
"Are those two always like that?" I inquired.
"Most times… but you'll get used to it." Gen answered with a smile. "I'll show you to your room." She said, ushering me over to the staircase.
The basic design of the home could be called 'mansionette' it wasn't quite as big as a full blown mansion but with eight bedrooms, two lounges, a kitchen and six bathrooms it really isn't a slouch by any measure.
Just a short while after getting into my bedroom, I sat in the desk chair and ran my hand down my face in frustration before picking up my phone. The phone rang for about twenty seconds, maybe half a minute before my adoptive mother picked up.
"Oh hello, sweetie, how are you doing up there?"
"Cold, thanks for asking. Ma…"
"Yes dear?"
"You never told me this was a house with… well… I'm the only guy here."
"Oh? I know that dear. I thought you'd quite like it. I'm guessing you've met them then."
"Yeah… so?"
"Picked out anyone you like yet?"
My lip twitched at the question. "Cynthia's cute but… HEY! What the hell mother!?"
"Oh so a bit of a lolicon I see."
"You are never gonna let me live this down." I sighed. "Goodbye ma."
"Enjoy yourself sweetie and remember; use protection."
"Sod off." I retorted as I hit the red phone on-screen, cutting the call.
Later –
"And this is the kitchen." The rest of my day was limited to getting to know the house, guided by the eldest of the Eevee sisters, Esper.
The entire rundown basically included everything I'd need to get done, laundry, dishes, cooking etcetera. Aside from this I'd also been shown where the equipment for each respective duty was kept.
"And that's everything you need to know." Esper smiled, wiping the sweat from her forehead, it was a long course showing someone around the house but what amazed her was that I remained unflinching. "I thought you'd freak out there Mike."
"Nah, I'm kinda used to doing the chores back home. I do the chores, mom does the shopping, my little sister plays the video games, my big sister goes clubbing and my dad drinks the beers." I shrugged.
"Oh? So you did all the chores by yourself? That's quite impressive for someone as young as you." I blushed a bit at the praise but hid it with a chuckle as she continued. "If only the rest of my sisters were as hard-working as you, then maybe I could relax a bit often. It's hard enough to get Flare out of bed."
"I think her chest might be weighing her down." I replied.
"Oh, so you were looking at her chest were you?" Esper smirked, bending over to look me in the eyes but simultaneously allowing me to look down her shirt. "What about mine?" She inquired.
I tried not to say anything but instinct took over. "Thirty four B and a half." I blurted, unable to hold that in anymore.
"Oh my… that's actually right." Esper commented in surprise.