Cason immediately thought back to his home, the place he called a house that was more closely acquainted with Hell itself then it was a place of sanctuary. He'd left the house in fit of needing to talk with himself and calm down after having his third notebook of the week soaked and ruined, not wanting to face the inevitable and unreasonable screeching of his mother.
His mom... Helen Ziegler, a 5'8, 48 year old woman that Cason called his mother, her long peach blond hair and amber eyes made her a beautiful woman, especially with her curved rear and huge, albeit it slightly sagging G cup chest, but Cason was very well aware of her faults, mainly her unnaturally low temper and lack of self accountability, a trait shared amongst her two daughters as well.
Not usually leaving her side was Michael Ziegler, a 49 year old, 6'6 man that towered over everyone in his home, though despite that fact his usual short and slightly pointed hair was usually found standing behind his wife of twenty-five years now, commenting on anything anyone else said against her and rationalizing it in her favor.
Often found sucking up to both of her parents was Cason's 18 year old twin sister Sandra, as apposed to Cason's quiet and calm demeanor, Sandra was a very loud, annoying, and generally obnoxious girl who made sure that she was receiving some form of attention. Her long peach hair and dark brown eyes was always a sign of bad news coming his way, she also actively told Trish how jealous of her chest she was since she only had very small A cups.
And finally there was Trish, Cason's tomboyish 22 year old sister with shoulder length brown hair, amber eyes, C cup breasts, and a small but cute rear. Trish was currently an online student at university and only occasionally went into some classes. Because of this she has a ton of free time that she uses to workout, unfortunately for Cason since she works alongside Sandra to bully him.
Flying through the air at an unnatural speed, Cason noticed that he couldn't hear the sounds of passing cars or people at all,, though he payed little notice of that as he, Cason, eventually reached his house, a simple red brick house with a brown, upwards slanted roof. Pulling his form up to the front door and seeing an obnoxious sight.
Standing by the front door was Trish, glancing out the window near the door and out into the street, clearly waiting for you're return back home. She was completely oblivious to the fact that you were floating underneath the house's awning. She was currently just wearing a yellow and black sports bra, tight matching short-shorts, and a pair of black jogging shoes, clearly having planned on going for an afternoon jog only to be interrupted by the rain, not changing back out of her exercise wear.
Peering in through the living room window, Cason saw his mother currently fuming on one of the two couches in the living room, clutching a familiar looking ruined notebook in her hands. She was wearing a plain orange short and tight blue jeans, she wasn't wearing any socks or shoes.
Sitting across from her on the other couch was Sandra, though she tried to sit back and look nonchalant, she was clearly very amused based on her facial expression, clearly excited for the moment you walked into the door and got screamed at. She was currently wearing a white shirt and stylish black pants with white marks, she was wearing a pair of pink socks with white lines.
Finally was Cason's dad, standing in the kitchen and making tea for both him and his wife. He was clearly looking over his shoulder a few times, anticipation on his face and in his jittery actions. He was wearing a black tank-top that had hair visible from his chest, grey sweatpants, and a pair of simple brown shoes.
Cason just sighed internally, not understanding why they set themselves up like vultures waiting to pounce and destroy him, but that was where irony struck.
Each family member was spaced apart from one another and paying attention to many different things, possessing one of them underneath their noses would be a breeze.
Granted, he didn't know how to possess someone, but he just assumed flying into them would be more then sufficient enough.
Shrugging his shoulders, Cason picked his first target.
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