Chapter 1: Dinner's Ready
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Being the only girl living in a house with four stepbrothers, you could imagine what I’m going through. Today was mom and dad’s 3 year marriage anniversary, even though I thought my dad would never be happy with another woman since mom died, it seems I was wrong, he was having the time of his life.
“Willow,” Kris, the eldest of the quadruplets, entered the kitchen where I was preparing the anniversary meals. “Are you still on this?”
I saw his gaze move to the meat I’ve just finished frying and quickly jumped to cover his lips with my palm, “Noo, noo.”
But he was taller than me and much more muscular. In fact, all my stepbrothers were tall, well-built young handsome dudes who I’m shy to say…make my n*****s itch sometimes when they’re around me.
“Guys, she’d done frying the meat,” he yelled out to the boys who wasted no time rushing for the door.
I hurried to the kitchen door and closed it, trying to lock it when they started pushing with me. I hated them, they always treated me like just another dude. No tint of softness, no lady treatment, living with them was pure torture.
As they pushed harder I jumped out of the way when my black tank top hooked the handle of the door which swung with force to the other direction eventually tearing my top off and swinging the apron to my rear. I wasn’t wearing any bra, my boobs were exposed.
The boys bounced in the kitchen after their short victory and froze at me. Even I couldn’t move at the moment, I was staring at their eyes which were clearly feeding off the view of my boobs.
There has always been a little s****l tension between us at home, but this would be the first time they saw me a smitch of my nakedness.
I got out of the trance and quickly pulled my apron from behind to cover myself.
They threw their eyes forward and walked past me like nothing happened, heading for my fried meats.
I couldn’t resist the urge to defend my meat, I chased after them holding my apron tightly to myself, “No. Take your hands off it all of you.”
I tried to involve my hand when the apron shifted to the side, showing my n*****s so I grabbed it back and just yelled at them. They’ve always been little criminals coming to hijack food in my kitchen. I would eventually overpower them one day but not today, my boobs are on the bleak of exposure.
Axel, the youngest one, turned to me, “She’s not fighting today.” He chuckled and walked off.
“But she’s yelling as usual,” Kris added as he gulped meat down his throat and walked out proudly.
Everyone else picked theirs and headed for the door smiling at me, except for Zane, he doesn’t smile much.
Axel flashed his piece of meat in my face teasing me with it as he walked off. He was the more playful one, I hated him either way.
I sighed as soon as they left, my insufferable big step brothers.
I walked up to my tang top and picked it up, it was torn apart, “I sighed again.”
At least I was done with the cooking.
Suddenly Thane, the second born of the quadruplets walked in the kitchen with his jacket and stood in front of me without saying a word, he only gestured to me to put my hand through the sleeve which I did.
He held the other sleeve out and I put the other arm through. I didn’t say a word either, Thane was the second nicest of all the four, but was always obsessed with dressing me up like a baby sister even though this was the first time he’d see me fully naked.
As soon as both my hands were in, he threw my apron back briefly exposing my boobs which he covered up with the jacket in the same second, buttoning it up.
The air between us was hot as f**k, I was nervous, I could feel his breathe and I’m pretty sure he could hear mine that kept echoing through my nose like from a vacuum.
“Is mom and dad back from the park meeting?” I questioned trying to ease the tension.
“No,” he answered briefly and pulled me closed by the jacket as he put together the second button.
My n*****s were literally hard with the jacket’s fabric rubbing against it. I fought back my imagination then I looked up again.
He towered over me with his huge chest, his beautiful eyes unwaveringly resting on my torso as he put together the last button. Was I getting wet for my stepbrother? Yes I know, I was but I could help it. I hope he doesn’t notice.
Suddenly I felt something spooking my lower stomach, it stretched from his pants.
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