Falling for my Stepbrothers

PART ONE CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT

MOVING IN

Moving into this house with them, I was told to treat it like my own, because it is, after all, mine, as well now too. But it isn't really, it's theirs.

Walking in, I was struck by it immediately, first because, my god, it's immaculate for a house where only males reside. Secondly, because there are cameras EVERYWHERE, insecure much I think to myself. I remember, the one time I was here, only the basement was assessable, as far as the house is concerned. I don't blame them really, they had a beautiful home.

Starting my self-tour, as no one seemed to think leaving me completely alone, the first weekend I was here was wrong. This house is f*****g huge. It has eight bedrooms with five full en suite bathrooms, and a full basement that's been turned into the boy's domain. What's awesome about this house is the backyard; they have a mile-long winding lazy river attached to the pool, and a large playboy mansion-style grotto. My bedroom, though, is the best room, it's so beautiful. Someone put a diagram of the constellations on my ceiling. I don't know who did that, but it was very thoughtful.

Other than mom and me, the only female who lives there is their Godmother, a sweet older woman who was close friends with Steve's mother before she passed away, some years ago. She refused to take charity, and would not be a burden. Her husband and children were taken from her in a car accident. She became the boy's only mother figure after their mother died from cancer when they were small. When their mom got sick, Louise moved in to help with the boys. It was apparent this wasn't going away, Steve needed help. She keeps the house tidy for them, and she also cooks for them all. It's plain from day one, this sweet woman was a member of the family, and they could never part with her. I immediately loved her, she was so warm and welcoming to me, so much so that, when I first moved in, she quickly became a surrogate grandmother to me as well.

Continuing with my self-tour, I come across the second thing that weirds me out about this house: the bathrooms are huge and beautiful. However, the shower enclosures have see-thru doors. Searching out all the bathrooms I can access, I find it's like them as well. I'm suddenly struck by the realness of my situation. I'm now living in a huge house with all six of the brothers, who I am crazy about. It's a beautiful home, but I apparently have no privacy with the clear shower doors, and cameras everywhere. I smiled to myself. It's ironic, one thing I have found out about myself: I love to masturbate. Knowing someone may be watching me gets me wetter than the Hoover Dam. This may be fun after all, I thought to myself.

I've lived in this house for a few months now. However, I haven't had the time to do anything in my room till now. After trying to organize my bedroom, I suddenly want a snack. Wearing a black wife beater and pajama shorts, pulling my hair into a messy bun, I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen. My mouth waters at the prospect of my favorite nighttime snack. Finding everything, I proceed to mix hot chocolate with whipped cream on top, not marshmallows, and I find homemade chocolate chip cookies. Gathering it all on a tray, I proceed to carry it out to the balcony, where I sit on the swing, to enjoy the night air, and to think.

Upset that I am going to continue to be left to my own devices, and I thought this would change after moving in. There are eight additional people that I'm now living with, but yet, I'm still alone. I don't like to be alone, this is why I spend so much time at Mary and Tina's. I have abandonment issues. I know it, I don't like it about myself, but I also can't change it. Knowing I have to find a way to engage the guys, to spark an interest. I wonder what exactly it's going to take to get it.

I must have fallen asleep because a little while later I found myself coming awake, to the sound of pouring rain outside. I must have fallen asleep out here on the swing. Looking up, I was suddenly startled by Andrew, a few feet away from me. He's just watching me, I think he wants more sometimes, the way he does. He and his brothers looking at me gives me flutters in my tummy. Mary and Tina said that when I'm not watching, they are watching me all the time. They say the look coming off them would melt off the panties of a woman in Antarctica lol.

He leans over towards me. I just lay there, waiting to see what he does next. This is the first real interest any of them have shown me. I can see, and feel the looks they give me, the light flirting they all do, but this is the first time any of them have acted on that interest.

The softness of his nose running up the length of my neck has tingles racing through my body. I don't realize he's smelling me, not until he blows out a long breath, and the smell of the alcohol he's been drinking hits me. Getting up to walk away, he stops me, putting his hands on the swing on either side of me, caging me in.

"Look at me," he demands.

A jolt of electricity passes through me at our contact, and I immediately feel his eyes staring down at me. As drunk as he is, he knows exactly who he is looking at, as he takes in every inch of my face, my lips. My stomach tenses, knowing where his thoughts have gone. I'm not imagining the off-the-scale s****l tension between us. I know a lot of it is coming from me, but a healthy share is coming from him as well.

I know where his thought has gone, and he knows I know as well. A look passes over his face, but it goes too quickly as he slowly drops his hands from either side of my head, and he turns and walks away. Before he completely leaves the balcony though, he stops at the door and turns his head to look at me over his shoulder. He looks me up and down. There’s a warning in that look, a warning I have no intention of heeding.

As he disappears, I sag against the railing. What the hell was that, and can I make him do it again? How about the others? Do I dare poke a sleeping lion? How about a pride of very male, very alpha lions? These are the very sinful thoughts going through my mind.

After what just happened, deciding it was probably for the best, I hightailed to my room where I can relax, text the girls, and plan.

As the weeks go by, I am more and more determined to get their attention. I feel the obsession with them growing by the day. I realized their presence had a very different effect on me, and I wanted to do anything I could to monopolize their time, to get their attention completely on me. Having no idea how to go about doing that, I started by dressing sexier, wearing tighter jeans, and shorter dresses, that certainly gets the attention of the boys, but it also gets the attention of other boys as well. The daggers thrown at them are comical until they start walking by them, and doing petty stuff like knocking on them, or outright shouldering them as they walk by. But at home, they stay far away from me. I'm still catching their eyes on me, but that's it. It's starting to become blatantly obvious that they don't want any other guys even talking to me, about anything, but they don't act as they want me either, despite the look of wanting on their faces.

About a month goes by, I don't see much of them around. Apparently, they don't want to be home much these days. Going into the bathroom, I turn the shower on, step in, and go through the motions of my normal shower duties. Afterward, I begin touching myself like I always do after bathing, a routine I can't skip. Sliding my fingers over my c**t several times, then inserting two fingers into my p***y, thinking about the guys while doing this as always, I miss them. I wish it was them putting their hands and mouths on me instead of my pathetic attempts at it. You see, I am so deprived that I can't even get myself off. As much as I try, I have never been able to do it. I spent years lusting after boys and getting horny, touching myself, only to get even more frustrated, because I wasn't able to get myself off. I tried my fingers, but it never worked. The only way I could c*m solo was with a vibrator.

It's a relief the nights I see my friends, touching each other never feels better.

I began touching myself, thinking about the last time they saw me. I think they saw my growing frustration at not getting off, they came over, and the two of them ate me up that night like I was their last meal. It wasn't the first time that I came, but it was the first time I came with someone else, and let me tell you, I like it when I'm not the only one involved. Since there isn't anyone here to help me, I pick up my waterproof p***y blaster, rub it against my c**t and let the sensations take me away. Moaning through my release that has been building up for a while, I have the sense I'm being watched. Turning around, I saw six sets of very hungry, entranced eyes watching my every move. The boys are not as immune to me as I thought. It's interesting. Deciding to play, because after all, this is my shower time, and it's them who are invading my privacy. I act like I hadn't seen them. I turned around, and spread my feet a bit wider, I bent at the waist and gave them a very nice shot of my ass and my bare p***y from behind. Continuing to rub my c**t, I grab the vibrator again, put it against my c**t, and came again while they are watching every second of my release, wishing one of them would have the balls to come over, drop to their knees, and begin licking my p***y. Afterward, I bend completely in half, stretching my back, touching the shower floor, giving them a very healthy view. When I'm done, I turn and step out, grab my towel, and wrap it around my hair, walking right by the guys with their mouths hanging down to the floor.

Tomorrow is a big day. Mom and Steve got home from their trip. I also graduate from high school tomorrow. My whole life changes tomorrow, the plan to seduce the boys has already begun.

Drying off, and putting lotion all over my body. I jump into bed nude and fall asleep fast.

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