my step-brothers and me ch.1: the beginning

What’s a girl to do when surrounded by three gorgeous guys besides what comes naturally???

I suppose I had better start at the beginning shouldn’t I? My name’s Shadow Weaver. I’m now 16, 5’4”, 115lbs., with b cup breasts, and a nice tight ass. Or so i’ ve been told anyways. Blueish green eyes, and blonde hair (sometimes).

This story actually starts about 4 years ago.

I’d just turned 12 when my life was turned upside down and then inside out. Now, I’m far from being one of those ignorant type of girls, but the news that I received upon coming home from school that fateful day in May was truly shocking, to me at least.

I remember coming home and thinking it was strange that my mother’s car wasn’t parked in the driveway, especially at this time of the day, and my dad’s car was in its usual spot.

“I’m home,” I call out as I walk in the front door. Silence. ‘This is weird,’ I thought to myself. “Hello, is anybody here?” That was when I heard somebody sniffling as if they were crying. The sounds were coming from the kitchen. Something told me not to go in there... and I should have listened but at that time I was as ignorant as a new born baby when it came to the way the world worked.

I put my backpack on the floor by the door separating the kitchen and the living room. I took a deep breath and pushed through the door. Sitting down at the kitchen table with a box of Kleenex was my dad. ‘Oh no. Now what,’ flashed through my head. “I’m home. Dad what are you doing home? Where’s mom?” I asked without really thinking.

“Shadow, come here and have a seat. I have some... disturbing news to share with you. It’s about your mom,” he said as if someone had died or something, I remember thinking as I took the seat across from him. I sat down and folded my hands on the table and waited for him to begin. After taking a few deep cleansing breaths, he finally started to explain that my mom had been in a car accident. He went over the story using all of the technical terms, but to make a long ass story short, my mom was now dead.

I guess I was in shock or something because I didn’t cry. Not a tear. In fact, I think I’m still in shock for I haven’t cried since that day.

My dad tried to hold my hands as he explained but I jerked them away as if his touch burned me.

When he finished I simply asked him, “May I go now?”

He had a defeated look in his eyes as he nodded his head, dismissing me. I knew that he was hurting, badly. But what could I do for him? Nothing. I decided to go up to my bedroom and do my homework. So like a good little girl I have been doing my homework ever since... that is until this year...

Ch.2: meeting Robert

“Happy birthday baby,” my dad called out to me in a decidedly too cheerful of a voice, pulling me from the middle of my dream.

I managed to moan in response.

“Are you still sleeping?” he asked setting something down on my bed.

‘Well duh,’zipped through my head at lightning speed. Thank the gods above that my mouth was stuck in first gear when my mind was stuck in tenth. “Mm hmm,” I manage to say as I tried to convince my eyelids to open.

“Well, when you do decide to wake up, the first of your presents is on the foot of your bed. You’ll have to wake up and come upstairs for the others. Speaking of which, I do believe that one has just arrived.” He walked back to my bedroom door and said, “Happy birthday baby, now hurry up and come up!”

‘Well that was cryptic,’ I decided as I got up out of my nice warm bed. The one nice thing about having my bedroom in the basement was the cold ass cement floor, which never failed to wake me up in the mornings. Today was no different as my eyes flew open as my feet touched the freezing concrete of my floor. Then I had to go to the bathroom, which meant I would have to find something to put on in order to go upstairs to use it. I stretched out my arms and my back as I sat there. Debating whether or not just to wrap up in my black snuggie, and go on up, my left hand landed on something hard as I dropped my hands to the bed. I looked over at what I had hit to see a clothes box with a pretty purple bow on top of it. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. ‘Most likely another little doll dress from dad’s current thing,’ I thought to myself as I steeled my nerves for what I would find when I got the box open. I took a deep breath in and opened the lid.

“OH MY GODS!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

A couple of seconds later I hear multiple footfalls hurrying down the stairs to the basement. And across the floor to right outside my door where they suddenly stopped.

I raced to the door, threw it open finding who I thought was my dad’s back towards me. And gave him an extremely tight hug. That is until I felt his six pack abs. “Oh, thank you,” I was in the middle of saying when my hands made the discovery. Now normally, I don’t make a habit of feeling up my father, mind you. But the distinct lack of cushioning around the midsection was my first hint. The second and biggest hint was the boner that my hands accidentally found as I was dropping my hands after I had hurriedly decided that the man I was hugging was not my dad. An almost silent, quick intake of air went along with the accidental feel up.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I thought you were my...,” I managed to stutter out as this guy turned around to face me.

A pair of crystal blue eyes stared down at me as I was staring up into them. “Yes,” he said after a few moments of silence from me. His voice was so deep that it resonated in my very bones. Not to mention what it did to my poor virgin vagina. I was so discombobulated by this point that my mind went blank. ‘Come to me. I want you to cum for me baby,’ suddenly flashed through my head but not in the regular voices I was used to hearing in my head, but in his voice, along with a vision of me naked, and in a doggy position. And I’m looking over my shoulder into a pair of crystal blue eyes.

I finally found my voice again as I felt my face get hot. “...dad.” I also became very aware of the moisture in my panties and the fact that my nipples were as hard as diamonds and were plainly visible through the white half tank top I was wearing.

I was still staring at him when his nostrils suddenly flared out and a half grin touched his perfect lips lifting the corner of his mouth.

His eyes flashed down to my crotch then up to my breasts then back up to my face. I wsssscouldn’t help but flirt just a little. “You like what you see?” I asked him with my sexiest smile on my face and in a barely audible voice as I ran a finger along the inside of the top elastic band of my panties. I thought I heard a low, deep growl eminating from him in response.

I let my eyes flash down his body also. They landed on the great bulge in the front of his black jeans. It looked a little bit painful to me. I started to reach for it to rub it before I caught myself. I let my hand drop, as I felt my face growing even hotter (if that was even possible). I quickly flashed my eyes up to his face and I was taken aback by the expression I saw there. For painted on his face was a look of triumph mixed with a little bit of disappointment. And then I heard him in my head again. “Later my sweetling. I promise.” And then, as he was turning back around, he winked at me. I’m not sure what pissed me off more, the fact that he assumed I would want him later, or the fact that he was so open about what I considered to be a very private moment between the two of us.

So I made up my mind right then and there to make him have to work extra hard to get with me ( strictly in a platonic way of course). I was a virgin and I had fully intended to stay that way until I got married.

“Hey,” I snapped at his back.

I heard him take a very deep inhalation of air through his nose and then he slowly let it out of his mouth. I guess I wasn’t the only one suffering from a severe case of sexual frustration after all. That thought put a smile back on my face as he turned his head towards me “What is it now?” he asked a little too briskly in that deep sexy voice of his which, in turn, made me release a fresh gush of pussy juice into the crotch of my panties. He flared his nostrils once again and that sexy half grin raised up the corner of his mouth again.

My eyebrows shot up in a mock look of shock. And I crossed my arms under my b cup breasts. All the while keeping the grin on my face. “Well if you’re going to be like that, never mind,” I said in my sarcastic voice and dismissed him with a wave of my hand.

It was his turn to be shocked. “Why you little bitch,” he said sounding totally dumbfounded. I could tell that he was getting ready to start arguing with me.

But my dad chose that very moment to intervene. Whether it was to save me or this guy, we probably would never know, as my dad stepped right in between us. He was looking at the stranger. With disapproval apparent on his face he sent the stranger back up the stairs along with two other guys, who had been hanging out by my door also. He waited until the three guys were out of sight before he turned around and faced me. His face instantly softened into a fatherly smile. “You’ll have to forgive Robert and his brothers honey,” he said as he gave me my morning hug. “They’ve never been around such a pretty girl before,” he said ruffling up my hair like he used to when I was a kid.

“Dad stop it,” I said with a smile ducking my head and moving out of his reach.

“I’m being serious, honey,” he said as the smile on his face faded away and was quickly replaced by his stern and serious face. (My dad had a face for just about any and every occasion that you could possibly think of.) He continued on to explain to me why they were such social outcasts as it were. “They have been home schooled all of their lives, by their mother... and don’t get me wrong, Carla has done an excellent job of raising the boys but now it’s time that they get socialized into society.” I was silent through out the whole explanation. Well until just before the last part anyways. Because by then my bladder felt like it was about to burst open if I didn’t go to the bathroom. After telling my dad this he excused me and I made a bee line for the upstairs bathroom.

I made it just barely in time. But I was unable to lock the door as I rushed into the bathroom.

I was about halfway done going pee when there was a light tapping on the door. “Occupied,” I called out to whomever it was on the other side of the door as I was getting a wad of toilet paper ready.

The person on the other side of the door opened the door quietly and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. I looked towards the door and saw that the person was Robert. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I thought I had screamed at the top of my lungs but it came out as another barely audible whisper. “Get out now!”

Robert stood against the door just staring down at me as I was sitting on the toilet. “I wonder,” came the voice, his voice.

“What,” I answered.

I almost had to laugh at the expression on his face. It was a mixture of lust, surprise, and disbelief as he realized that I was actually answering what he was thinking, and not what he was actually saying. “What?” he said back at me. His mind was filled with caution now.

“You were saying that you wonder and I was just curious as to what you were wondering,” I answered his spoken question which amazingly enough perfectly mirrored his thoughts.

“What are you, a psychic or something?”

“Or something,” I said with a grin. “Maybe just maybe, if you are really nice to me I’ll explain it to you one of these days.” ‘At least he didn’t call me a side show freak case like my last boyfriend did, which all in all worked out for the best.’ As the last thought went through my head, I must have made a face or something, because Robert started to growl softly as he continued to look at me, study me and my face. I quickly put my mask of indifference back on my face. As soon as I did his growls became inaudible again. I took a deep breath. Now all I had to do was get this tall, dark , and handsome piece of man meat to turn his back so that I could get up off of the toilet.

Then an idea hit me. I grinned at him sweetly. Although I was still a virgin at that point in time, I still had one hell of a flirtatious streak in me. I batted my eyes at him, cocked my head to the side in a coy way, and and then I stood up, making sure that he got a good look at my shaved, smooth pussy. He turned about three shades of red as his eyes locked on my pussy. “So Robert, how old are you?” I asked him as I reached down and pulled my panties all the way up...

to be continued...