Wanted By My Three Stepbrothers

Serena “So you are a naughty girl after all.” Anderson’s deep voice came from right behind me. I jumped. His chest pressed hard against my back, the heat of him burning through the thin fabric of my shirt. “Brother… I did not..” His palm quickly covered my mouth before I could finish. His other hand wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly in place. “Keep watching,” he said near my ear. His voice was low and rough in a way that made my heart stutter. “Do not close your eyes.” Through the small gap in the half open door, I looked again. Alaric, my oldest stepbrother was on top of a woman, moving inside her hard and fast. The bed made loud noises against the wall. The woman’s moans mixed with broken cries. The sounds filled the small building, leaving me no escape. My body felt hot. My face burned. I could not stop staring. Anderson’s breath slid over my neck. He gave a quiet laugh. “You look like you are enjoying the show,” he murmured. His words brushed against my skin. “So what if we try it too tonight, little sister?” The way he said it was calm and dirty at the same time, made my skin prickle. I started shaking without meaning to. *********** A few weeks earlier…how it all started. “Wow… it is so big!” Those words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them as I stared at the huge house in front of us. My new stepfather laughed. My mother’s cheeks turned pink, probably embarrassed by my open reaction. “She is very sweet,” my stepfather said, smiling as he patted my head. “Come inside, Serena. I will introduce you to your brothers.” My mother had just married a rich older man who came with three sons. He was warm, easy to talk to, and kind to my mother. After years of struggling alone, she finally looked happy. That made it hard for me not to like him too. I stepped into a house I had only seen in movies. The living room was huge, with a high ceiling that made everything look even larger. The floors shone. The furniture looked expensive. Everything was clean and arranged perfectly. “That is your second brother,” my stepfather said when a tall man walked down the stairs. I looked up at him. His body was strong. His eyes were cold when they met mine. A black mask covered half his face, making him look distant and hard to understand. “I am leaving. There is an office issue,” he told my stepfather in a cold tone. He did not look at me again. He walked out without waiting. My stepfather sighed. “That boy…” Something on the floor caught my eye. A motorcycle key. Did he drop it? “Excuse me for a moment,” I said quickly as I picked it up and ran after him. “Brother..!” I called out. He stopped and turned. His brows pulled together when he saw me coming toward him. “Brother… you dropped this,” I said, smiling as I held out the key. His eyes grew more cold. He checked his pocket, then reached toward me. I thought he was about to take the key. Instead, his hand grabbed my wrist. He pulled me close enough that I could feel the air leave my lungs. “Who are you calling ‘brother’?” he said near my face. “Have some shame.” I went rigid. Before I could answer, he snatched the key from my hand and turned away. “f*****g annoying morning,” he muttered as he walked off. I just stood there. He really hated me, and we’d barely even met. I went back inside, forcing myself not to cry. The other two stepbrothers were not home. Alaric and Simon had already left before my mother and stepfather arrived with me. I told myself it was normal. No one would like a stranger suddenly living in their house. That same day, my mother and stepfather left for their honeymoon. I smiled and waved at them at the airport. I did not want them to see that I already felt alone. After they left, the house felt too quiet. I wandered around until I reached the back garden. There was a small separate building behind the main house. It was simple, painted white, with a small porch and a few wooden chairs. “What is this place?” I muttered. The door was slightly open. Then I heard it. Soft sounds at first. Then loud moans. I could not tell if someone was in pain or enjoying something. My heartbeat grew loud in my chest. What was that? I moved closer without thinking and peeked through the opening. For a second, I could not breathe. A naked man was on top of a woman. His muscles flexed as he drove his c**k into her over and over. Sweat ran down his back. The woman gripped the sheets, crying out his name. “Alaric… faster…” My eyes went wide. My throat felt tight as I reacted to what I was seeing. It was him. “I… I need to leave.” I panicked then I turned and ran. I almost tripped over a stone as I ran back. My heart slammed hard against my ribs as I rushed back to the main house. That night I could not sleep. The image of his body moving over hers would not leave my head. The sound of the bed, the way she called his name, the way he f****d her without mercy. I felt so uncomfortable as everything kept playing in my head. What I did not know was that when I ran from that small building, someone else saw me. I did not realize a pair of eyes had been watching me the whole time as I ran to the house, thinking I had escaped. ************** (The following day) “G-good morning.” I forced the words out as I walked to the dining table the next morning. Three grown men were already there. Anderson did not even look up. He was focused on his phone as if I did not exist. That was when I noticed Alaric. Heat flooded my face the moment I recognized him. He looked clean and polite this morning, dressed neatly like the perfect son. But I could not forget what I saw many hours ago in that small building behind the house. I could still picture his bare body, the sweat on his skin, the woman under him begging while he drove his c**k into her again and again. “So this is the little sister,” Alaric said lightly when our eyes met. The corner of his mouth lifted. “Hi.” “H-hello,” I answered, trying to act normal. I quickly lowered my gaze and stared at my plate. I had to stop thinking about that moment. About the sounds. About how his body moved. I swallowed and turned away before my body betrayed me. That was when I noticed the third brother. “Good morning,” I said to him, guessing he was Simon. I heard he was the same age as me. “Nice to meet you. I..” “Too loud.” He looked at me like I was something stuck under his shoe. “This is already annoying. Do we really have to do this?” “Father asked for a video,” Alaric replied shortly. A video. For what? Simon clicked his tongue and leaned back in his chair. His arms crossed over his chest as he stared at me with open dislike. Why did all of them look at me like I had done something wrong? I did not even know breakfast had to be together. A maid had just told me to come down because my brothers were calling me. “Make it quick. I am sick of pretending.” Anderson’s voice was heard throughout the dining room. I glanced at him from the side. He did not look angry. He just looked cold, like nothing in this house mattered to him. Alaric picked up his phone and started recording. In a second, all three of them changed. “Father, do not worry about anything. Our new little sister is safe with us. We will take care of her,” Alaric said warmly into the camera, smiling like he meant every word. He looked gentle, almost caring, like he would protect me from the world. The moment the recording stopped, that warmth disappeared. “I am not hungry.” Simon pushed his chair back and stood up. His untouched food sat in front of him. Before leaving, he glared at me, his brows drawn low. “Hey. We go to the same college now. Do not tell anyone you are my sister. It is embarrassing. I do not want people knowing I have a tacky little sister like you.” His words hurt, but I forced a small smile. “I am done too. I have a sudden call,” Alaric said as he stood. Just like Simon, he had not touched his food. He walked over to me while I was still sitting there. He smiled again, so sweet that for a second I almost believed he was different. He was the oldest. Maybe he was more mature. Maybe he would act more like my stepfather, who was kind and easygoing. And maybe he would not treat me like the others did. I was wrong. His large hand landed on my shoulder. Then his fingers pressed down hard. Pain spread through my shoulder and I winced. “B-brother..” “My dear stepsister,” he said softly, bending his head closer to my ear. “You know your place, right? You will not stick your nose into things that have nothing to do with you.” His tone was gentle, even sweet, but his fingers pressed harder. My body started trembling on its own. This was not advice. It was a threat. Did he know I saw him when he was having s*x with that lady? Then I nodded quickly. Only then did he let go. He walked away casually, as if he had not just threatened me at the breakfast table. My eyes welled with tears. I gripped my spoon with both hands to stop myself from shaking. “Get rid of that pathetic face and finish your food.” Anderson spoke suddenly. I looked up at him. He was drinking milk, his eyes locked on mine over the rim of the glass. “Come with me,” he added coldly, wiping the milk from his lip with his thumb. The way he said it and the way he looked at me without blinking, made me very uncomfortable. “W-where are we going?” I asked quietly as I hurried after him toward the garage. I did not dare call him brother again after what happened yesterday. Anderson said nothing. He opened the car door. “Get in. I do not have time. We will finish this quickly.” Finish what? In the car? Finish me? My heart pounded so hard I felt dizzy. Even if someone forced me, I could not swallow another bite of food. With shaking hands, I got into the car, not knowing what he was going to do.