Shortly after he had been adopted, there had been an incident with another extremely wealthy family. Some criminals had kidnapped their daughter, demanding a ransom in the millions. The family had paid them off but the kidnappers were paranoid, thinking the family were conspiring with the police and they made a break for it, taking the girl with them. There was no choice but to call the police now. The cops got into a car chase with them and they ended up in a hostage situation when the perps had holed up in an abandoned building. The criminals must have decided they had nothing left to lose so they started shooting at the police, who started shooting back. After the kidnappers were gunned down, the police warily entered the scene only to find the girl dead, either shot by the criminals or felled by one of the cops own bullets, they never determined which. The whole situation had been a complete and utter tragedy.
That little incident had made his parents incredibly paranoid and they swore nothing like that would ever happen to their family. They decided that it would be for the best if all of them were home schooled by their mother and that they should move to a safer place. So Charlie and his sisters had grown up in an opulent mansion in the middle of nowhere, miles from the nearest town, surrounded by high walls and locked front gates. His father didn't trust any outsiders so there were no security guards, only high tech alarms and a sealed panic room with a phone line to the nearest police. The only time outsiders were allowed in was their regular food delivery and unavoidable things like maintenance men for repairs. There weren't any servants either, so Charlie and his sisters had to do a bit more cooking, cleaning and gardening than the average billionaires. Not that it was much of a chore though, with all of them chipping in. But looking back, the isolation had definitely affected all of them, socially stunting them and making them more immature.
Their parents had died in a car crash five years ago, when he was seventeen. He had never been close to them, so it had surprised him how much it had affected him as he cried along with his sisters at their funeral. However they had left the family business and fortune exclusively to Melody, their only biological child. He always knew they had favoured her over the rest of them, he wouldn't be surprised if their adoption had initially been a PR stunt. Adopting four different orphans from various orphanages probably went down well with potential customers. However he was close to Melody and the rest of his sisters and he loved them all dearly. Melody had just turned 18 at the time and she set up generous allowances for the rest of them so money was no problem. She had also taken charge of the family business, subtly influencing things at first and now she was CEO at the age of 25. She had always been an outspoken feminist, and now she was hailed as a feminist icon, the youngest female CEO ever. (The issue of nepotism was usually tactfully ignored.) She had even become something of a pinup in certain circles, there were a lot of men who found her pretty face, long auburn hair, piercing green eyes and curvy figure extremely attractive. Melody had definitely overcome their family difficulties the best of any of them.
As for his other sisters...well, Karen, at age 23, had also progressed in the family business, taking the role of a manager. She was still a lot more reclusive than Melody however, preferring to work from home a lot and conducting meetings over the internet. This was probably because she didn't get on well with her coworkers. She had always had a nasty temper, the fire of it matching her beautiful flame red hair, the stereotypical fiery redhead. Her temper had gotten gradually worse over the years since their parents died and sometimes she frightened Charlie. One or two times when he had been arguing with her he had briefly been worried that she might get physical. Still she was successful at her job and still left the house to attend the occasional meeting and had even made a few friends, so Charlie had hope that she would eventually shake off the damage of her upbringing and lead a somewhat normal life.
He was most concerned with his two younger sisters, Meiko and Lucy. Meiko was a slim beautiful girl of Asian descent who was full of kindness. She was the one who worried over all their wellbeing, much more than their actual parents had. She had a thing for dolls and had a collection that took up an entire large room, which was an unusual interest for a twenty year old woman. She had the usual barbie dolls and porcelain dolls, but unfortunately she also had an obsession with those creepy ultra realistic reborn baby dolls that looked exactly like a newborn infant. Charlie shuddered. He hated those things. He didn't know what they resembled more, the actual corpse of a dead baby or a sex toy for a paedophile, and he didn't know which was worse to have a roomful of in your house. But Meiko loved them, several times he had caught her cradling one, crooning to it and singing lullabies like it was a real baby. Charlie sighed. Well if she wanted to be a mother she should stop being a recluse and get out there, make some friends and maybe meet the potential father. The doll collection might be a hindrance to that, when any boyfriend saw that for the first time and felt hundreds of glass eyed stares silently judging him it would probably be a bit offputting. Especially since she had them all over her bedroom as well, that would spoil the mood a bit to say the least.
Which left his youngest sister Lucy, who had just turned eighteen. Charlie sighed again. The isolation had probably affected her social development the worst. She was a cheerful friendly bubbly girl who could be incredibly funny sometimes, but my god was she immature. She could act much younger than her actual age, sometimes actually throwing tantrums when she didn't get her way, crying hysterically and stamping her foot. She had never outgrown her childhood fear of the dark and still insisted on sleeping with a night light. Her fashion sense seemed to be affected too, she almost always wore her gorgeous honey blonde hair in pigtails and had a predilection for wearing short pleated skirts. Charlie didn't think she would last a day in the real world, so maybe it was for the best for her to remain living here supported by Melody's generous allowance. But was that really living?