#stepcest

there's lowkey very little, but dw i will keep adding more :3 all of these aren't mine!!

ALSO, some of these will be on ao3 !!

misc.

jjk men

todoroki men x reader (ao3)

brother!natsuo (ao3)

dad!enji and brother!natsuo (ao3)

toji

birthday gift from deatbeat dad (ao3) (fav lowkey)

he thinks he’s funny

grimy stepdad

stepdad!toji drabble

his daughter!housewife

debt (drabble)

nanami kento

daddy's girl (stepdad)

he’s sweet (stepdad)

sukuna

dad!sukuna

uncle!sukuna

enji (endeavor)

diet mountain dew

lowkey not incest (ft. his sons)

doting daughter

small story on ao3 (mix of the whole family)

brother!natsuo

aizawa

riding dad's thigh (lowkey one of my favs)

erwin smith

no more boys

megumi

hide n fuck

gojo satoru

loser brother (i reposted it yes, but it is the works of sukunasuka who is currently deactivated rn)

younger stepbro & more

choso

very sweet

stepbrother

help me, stepbro !

big brother cho

iida brothers

stepbrothers

step-brother! choso who takes his thumb to circle your clit, forming a wet patch on your panties. he eventually gets fed up with the barrier and rips your panties apart.

step-brother! choso who inserts a finger into you using your slick, earning a moan that sounded euphoric to him.

step-brother! choso who inserts another finger, then another, muttering, “if your future boyfriend doesn’t prep you like i do, leave him.”

step-brother! choso who pistons his three fingers into your folds again and again until tears form, in which, he decides that you’re ready for his cock.

step-brother! choso who grabs a bottle of lube in his desk drawer, purposefully leaving the condoms to remain idle.

step-brother! choso who unzips his pants, revealing his huge cock that made you gulp. he positions you missionary-style, wanting to see your pretty face as he fucked you. he coats his cock in lube, teasing your clit by rubbing against it. you whine, “choso—ah! i’m not ready.”

step-brother! choso who swears he’s, “not gonna put it in,” but you feel the tip slowly pushing into your folds.

step-brother! choso who responds to your protests by saying, “just the tip, princess—fuckkkk- i swear—just the tip.”

step-brother! choso who sees that you’re beginning to relax, in which he begins to push the rest of his shaft into you.

step-brother! choso who nearly cums by how much your walls were clenching his cock. “c-choso, i think we should stop….” you pant out.

step-brother! choso who doesn’t want to scare you, but can barely restrain himself when he’s in your pretty pussy. he gives you a thrust, making you yelp. “sorry, princess, but you need to be softer,” he whispers as he covers your mouth. “we don’t want mom to hear, do you?”

step-brother! choso who starts to thrust faster and faster, struggling to keep himself quiet as he pounds you. “fuckfuckfuck, can’t believe i got to take your virginity, princess.”

step-brother! choso who rubs your clits as he fucked you, making you shudder. “mmngh—ah! t-too fast!” you moan.

step-brother! choso who doesn’t even hear you, his thrusts getting harder. “can’t believe i’m your first kiss—your first fuck,” he growled. “you’re a natural. maybe next time i’ll teach you how to give a blowjob.”

step-brother! choso who pins your arms back as he feels you reaching your climax, body shaking. he didn’t know that your pussy could get tighter. “you like that? yeah? you like getting fucked by your brother while mom’s in the other room?”

step-brother! choso who feels you orgasm, but doesn’t stop, your pussy clouding his mind. “i make you feel good, right? m-maybe you shouldn’t get a boyfriend—maybe i can be your boyfriend. no one else can make you feel like this. only me.”

step-brother! choso who continues to rail you until he dumps a huge load into you, hot spurts of white filling you as his cock throbs.

step-brother! choso who takes a step back as he watches his cum spilling out of you. he begins to regret taking advantage of you, but when he hears your sweet, sweet voice calling his name, he can’t help but bring himself to fuck his cum into you.

step-brother! choso who whispers, “fuck, i’m so sorry—i’m really sorry-“ as his cock is buried deep in you <3

It’s late, two in the morning, and you’re scrolling on your phone as you lay in bed. You prop your chin up on your pillow, debating on if you want to move from lying on your stomach to your back when your door clicks open. 

“Knew you’d still be awake.”

Leon’s sleep gravel voice tickles your brain in the best way. As you continue to scroll on your phone, you can hear the door shut and the soft tread of his bare feet as he walks over to your bed. A loud oof escapes your lips when he splays out on top of you. 

“Leon,” you breathily grouse. “Get off me.”

“No.”

He nuzzles the back of your neck. 

“You’re pretty comfy.”

Even though he can’t see you, you still roll your eyes. “Whatever, you fucking dork. Move.”

He somehow feels even heavier, body weight smushing you down into your bedding. His body heat seeps through your clothes—a simple tank top and panties— and relaxes the muscles in your back even as you tense against his chest. 

“God, you’re so insufferable sometimes,” you bite out, turning your head to the side to eye him. 

His shit eating grin meets your gaze, blue eyes alight with his teasing.

“Relax, little sis.” He rocks his hips down against your ass.

You huff, a warm spike of arousal flooding your core, and turn your attention back to your phone. “Shut up.”

He laughs under his breath, but doesn’t stop dry humping your ass. You bite your bottom lip to stop from making any kind of pleasurable noises—knowing Leon would be way too smug about it. As he keeps up the slow grind, you can feel his cock fill out, his bulge getting stiffer and stiffer where it presses into your thin panties.

His hand reaches up past your head and presses the side button on your phone to darken the screen. 

“Hey—“

He grabs it from your loose grip and tosses it further down your bed, away from your reach.

“Pay attention to me, princess. Got me feeling lonely,” he teases, nuzzling the side or your neck.

Keeping one hand near your head, the other traces down your side before fiddling with the band of your underwear. Leon doesn’t take your panties off, only pushes them down enough to slide his cock against your bare ass—slipping it between your cheeks with a groan. 

“Gonna cum just like this, cover your cute ass with my jizz,” he grunts, his fingers digging into the sheets to give himself leverage to rut against your rim.

Whimpering, you press yourself back, ass pushing against his pelvis as slick leaks from your untouched pussy.

He chuckles low in his throat and it makes you clench around nothing.

“Fuck, my balls are soaked from your little cunt, Princess. Almost makes me wanna fuck you stupid.”

“Please,” you pant, bouncing your ass back to tempt him into doing something.

His laugh turns into a groan, cock throbbing between your cheeks. “Mmm, you were being pretty bratty earlier. I don’t know if I should.”

“Big brother,” you whine, and he hisses. 

“Fuck, can’t call me that. Gonna make me nut all over your hole.”

White hot arousal burns in your stomach, eyes rolling shut as he growls against your neck, hips humping your ass.

“I’ll lick that pretty cunt if you let me cum like this,” he murmurs into your ear, tongue tracing the shell. “Want you to sit on my face and let me eat that soft little princess pussy until you’re shaking.”

“Leon,” you gasp, body feeling like it’s on fire from how turned on you are. “Yes, please, big brother, just wanna cum.”

“Aww, I know you do,” he coos, the condescending tone making your blood burn hotter. “Just let me cum first and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Nodding, you arch your hips up to allow him to rut between your ass cheeks even faster. Precum drips from the head of his cock to make the glide easier, coating your skin and making it sticky.

“Next time I’ll bring some lube, use your ass like a fleshlight,” he rumbles, voice hitching. “Fuck, not even let you cum, just use you to get off as much as I want. Leave you a sloppy mess, coated in jizz. God, you’d look so fucking sexy.”

Your clit throbs, inner walls fluttering at his rambling thoughts. “Leon, please.”

“Yeah?” He murmurs, seeming to come back to himself. “The only problem with that is I love stuffing your needy pussy too much, princess.”

You moan, body tense underneath him. “Big brother, I need to cum.”

“I’m close.” He reaches one hand down to grip your hip. “Fuck, I wanna nut so bad all over your cute little asshole. Mmm, actually…”

He trails off and you can feel his hand move up from your hip to grip an ass cheek. Spreading you open, he moans loudly and presses the tip of his cock against your rim.

“Fuck, look at you. Could just…”

The tip barely presses into your ass and you clench down on him making his cock pop out suddenly. 

“Shit, that’s gonna fucking make me—“

He growls, hand leaving your ass to grip his cock and keep it pressed at your hole. You feel the head of his cock throb and pulse as he spills his load all over your clenched rim. You moan pitifully, pussy aching to be filled—knowing how good it feels when he’s spilling hot and sticky inside your walls.

“Fuck me,” he pants, hot breath skimming the side of your ear. “Can only imagine how much this hole would squeeze me.”

You whimper and press yourself back into him. “Leon, you said you’d make me cum.”

He laughs, “Yeah, princess, I did. Fuck, bet you’re little pussy’s sopping wet. Sit on my face and let me lick you clean.”

Sluggishly, you push yourself up as Leon shifts off of your back to lay onto your bed. You glance down and see his half hard cock resting against his thigh. A pulse of need surges through your core and you scramble to kneel over Leon’s face. He bats your hands away when you go to slip your underwear off. 

“Leave’em on,” he grins up at you, cheeks flushed.

Your reply is lost in a moan as Leon’s already tugged your panties to the side to lick across your swollen clit. He mumbles something against your cunt, the vibrations of his voice making you nearly crosseyed from the pleasure. You’re so keyed up, it doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak. But Leon ignores your trembling thighs and stifled moaning and keeps licking into your spasming cunt. 

“Leon, it’s t-too much, cut it out,” you whimper down at him, hands tangling in his hair. 

He shakes his head no slowly, letting his nose brush and rub across your clit.

Pulling back just enough to mumble up at you, “You can give me another one, little sis.”

Leon’s hands grasp at your hips, urging you to rock forward. You hump his face with a low whine building in your throat. Leaving one hand on your hip, the other slides back to grasp onto your ass. Groaning, his tongue circles the hood of your clit before flattening the muscle against your overly sensitive bundle of nerves.  

Your walls clench sporadically, another orgasm building hot and quick. Leon parts your pussy lips with his tongue before lapping into your drippy hole. Nuzzling up into your clit, he keeps his nose pressed just right as you rock your hips back and forth.

Hands gripping his hair even tighter, you keen shakily, “Leon, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, it’s too much.”

He only grunts in reply, licking your cunt eagerly before suckling on your swollen clit. His tongue laps at the sensitive bud until your thighs clamp down around his head, orgasm rocketing through your body. You shake and moan, rutting against his mouth with your head tossed back. Warm pulses of pleasure saturate your body, hole fluttering and pulsing against Leon’s mouth.

Once your twitching muscles relax, you ease off of him and flop down onto your bed, curling into your side with a shuddering breath. He turns his head to the side, and you notice his mouth, chin, and lower jaw glistening wetly in the low light of your bedroom.

Leon wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand, humming a low note of pleasure that makes your brain buzz.

“Gonna let me crash here tonight?” He raises his eyebrows as a slow grin spreads across his face. 

You roll your eyes. “Not like you’ll leave if I say no.”

“You wound me, little sis,” he coos, settling more comfortably into your sheets.

Squishing your thighs together, you make a face that has him laughing. 

You huff and stand from the bed. “Well, whatever you decide to do, I’m going to get cleaned up.”

He offered to drive you everywhere. 

Got your iced coffee every morning during his errands. 

Picked up your feminine products on those emergency days.

He even made sure your converse sneakers were polished clean after each fuck-session he had with the prostitute he paid to wear them specifically.

You weren’t supposed to know the last one. Or at least, he doesn’t know that you do. 

And you definitely shouldn’t be watching the tiny camera you set up in his office, hidden between the books and pointed directly at the desk.

It made you feel wrong: waiting and watching, up until the moment he’d pull her close by the hip, his burly arms wrapped around  her waist. He’d tilt his head and bring her into a kiss, one so good that she’d chase him back when he would pull away. You could see that smirk on his face. Lust filled. Teeth biting into his lip before enclosing them back to suck her tongue in. 

He was a good fucking kisser.

Joel always did this for a little, getting heated in his make out session. His hands, veiny and thick, would roam her back, pulling her tight ass into his crotch. She lets out a gasp, granting his tongue permission to snake its way into her mouth. Eyes rolling back, she starts gyrating her hips. His knee spreads hers effortlessly as she submits.

Your clit feels swollen under your panties too. 

His low growls can faintly be heard by the crappy mic. “You gonna wear em for me?”  He pulls away from her lips, only to suck hickies on her neck, down and down until his fingers help pop open her spaghetti strapped shirt. 

“Ugh….Joel…” she moans, falling back as his kisses litter her chest. “Whatever you want.”

He gently nudges her until she sits atop the desk, with his body between her legs that spread even wider to accomodate him. 

“Say ‘Daddy,’” he commands lowly, nipping at her sparkled tit with a voracious suck. 

“Daddy,” she hums, a devilish grin spread across her cheeks.

He caresses her body tightly against his own. Swallowing the air between them, he helps slide her panties off. If the little fabric there could even count as panties.

He descends lower, calloused palms gliding along her thighs until he’s kneeling on the plush carpet. He pulls a box from under his desk—your famous converse sneakers that had gone missing for the last two days…again.

He helps her feet out of the stiletto heels and replaces them with your flat sneakers, tying them securely. 

“That’s much better.” He stands up, fits himself between her again, but with the protruding tent in his jeans now snugly nestled at her heat. “Where were we?”

She bites her lip, hoisting her heels up to the desk, spreading herself to him. 

“Oohhh, look at the pretty pussy babygirl.” He back away to admire it, all sticky and pulsing just for him. what he’s really observing is her naked body, save for the converse seated atop his desk. If he can ignore her face, this would be enough to get him off.

“Ain’t wanna wait another second.” Joel begins unbuckling his belt, allowing his enormous erection spring free. 

Even you gasp each time you see it. The monitor doesn’t even do it justice. You have to rely on her facial expressions, her moans, her rolled eyeballs to get a sense of what that monster might feel like inside you…

Your fingers are starting to cramp just rolling your wet nub. Tossing the sheets, you lie back, pulling your shirt above your breasts with a bite on the rim. With one hand holding your phone, the thumb flicking your nipple, your other busies itself between your open cunt…

“Fuck Daddy, so big.” The woman reaches out for his hard cock, entranced.

Joel’s eyes are focused almost behind her, drool about to slip from his mouth. “You like that baby?” He slaps her hand away at the last second. “Need it now,” he rasps desperately. He slips a condom from his pocket, rolls it over his cock and slaps her folds a few times.

She giggles from all the teasing, and you so badly want to wipe that stupid smirk off her pretty face. 

Joel seems to have lost all patience almost abruptly. He grasps her neck, not squeezing, but firmly centering her to why she’s here:

They both careen down to the way he forces his tip through her entrance, a gravelly moan shared between the two.

Their bodies obscure it, making you curse under your breath. All you have is your  imagination of how it must feel to have him split you open, your three digits trying to slide through to pathetically imitate it. “Daddy,” you whisper.

When he’s fully sheathed inside her, he yanks her close, their chests pressed flesh to flesh. He perches his chin on her shoulder and begins thrusting. All working from the power of his hips, she uses her one hand to steady behind her, the other wrapped around his broad back. 

“Shit-shit baby!” She whines. her clients usually were limp-dicked one-pump shit heads. but when Joel’s name comes up, she almost is tempted to take the bill off just for him. 

“That’s it, baby. Take it—deep, deep in that little cunt, huh bunny?” He hushes against her temple. 

Sweat glues her hot body against his shirt. Her tits bounced against his chest, walls throbbed and sucked him back in with each rut.

And yet he couldn’t be bothered to look her in the eye, too focused on whatever was behind her.

She didn’t notice, voice pitching higher as her orgasm drew near.

“I’m gonna-f—fucking cum—“ she tosses her head back in a last fit, her body practically glowing in ecstasy as a tidal wave of pleasure courses through her. 

“Huh—hah—ha-h—hah!” He grunts, finally pulling out of her snatched heat. Instead of jerking off, however, to both you and the escort’s surprise, he grips his shaft tightly, denying his orgasm.

“You want it on my face, Daddy?”

She prepares to get to the floor, but his arm quickly grasps her upright. 

“No. No’skay. I don’t—ah shit—don’t wanna blow. Not today.”

“A-are you sure?” She asks awkwardly. His rejection stung in a way she’s not used to.

He steadies his heart before taking a deep breath, releasing his erection. “Yeah…yeah babygirl. S’good. You did so good. Wanna edge myself to ya.” He rubs her arms affectionately, bringing her in for another deep kiss. “So, so’good,” he repeats, breathing in her scent.

She pouts as he starts dressing her. “I’d like to make you cum,” she whines, a last ditch effort to get a taste of him.

He only grips her chin, pecks her cheek on either side, and then slings her bag back over.

“Oh ah… don’t forget to leave the shoes.”

She rolls her eyes with a smile but obliges, carefully removing them and setting them in his hands. “Lucky girl.”

“S”just the taste in shoes. ‘At’s all,” he brushes off with a hint of annoyance. He slaps a wad of bills in her hand. 

“You can keep it, if you’d be interested in—“

“I’m not,” he interrupts curtly. Any former lovey dovey tenderness he’d been showing her had completely vanished. She felt cold standing behind his straightened, uncaring, almost alien posture.

He nods towards the door again. “Close the door on ya way out.”

She huffs but takes the money and leaves. 

Joel is left in his office alone again. His back faces you.

“Ya didn’t cum yet,” he says to no one in particular. His fist clenches on the desk, head facing forward towards his computer screen. You try to make out if someone else had come in the room, but he was alone. The man puzzled you. 

I’m talkin’ to you, babygirl,” he says softly in that same tone he holds just for you. “You’re makin’ me ache real bad, here.”

Joel finally turns around.

Your blood runs cold when his eyes meet directly to your camera. Licking his lips, he pulls it out from between the books, inspecting it closely.

You almost toss your phone across the room and jump out the window from fright of being caught. But fear and thrill are driving your adrenaline so much now, your eyes stay glued to him.

He smacks his lips together before pointing the lens towards his desk again… around the side, where his monitor screen is now visible to you— 

A clear, live shot of you sitting in your bed, with your fingers splayed between your folds reflects back on you.

You gasp, pulling yourself upright and searching around the room. No sooner did you drop your phone did you notice his little wink into your camera before he places it face down. Footsteps echo closer up the stairs, in the hall, towards your bedroom—

The door swings open quicker than you expected, causing you to jump back in your bed. Joel Miller stands at your entryway, his broad shape taking up all escapable space. He was panting slightly. Out of breath, though not from his journey up the stairs. The dark look in his eyes as he scanned your flushed body, the two of you breathing heavily with thick silence in the air. 

You gulp. “I want my fucking shoes back,” you bite back finally slicing the tension. 

He tilts his head playfully with a smirk. “These?” He holds up your converse by their canvas ankles. 

“Come an’ get em, then.”

You didn’t want to get out of bed. He knew it: you were naked under the sheets, pussy still beating and glistening with arousal from rubbing yourself off to him fucking another woman. 

“S’wrong baby? Don’t want em anymore?” He teases. “Let Daddy put ‘em on for his princess.”

 Joel quietly latches the door close. The temperature of the room seemingly skyrockets with each step he takes towards your bed. You don’t dare look away, but his sinfully wide pupils drink in your desire beating off of you in waves.

Joel gets to one knee, his eyes trailing down your body as he goes. You don’t resist him when he slips his hands underneath your sheets, his fingertips brushing your legs. He pulls them gently until you’re sitting over the edge, the blanket barely covering your lap, your feet exposed and resting atop his knee.

True to his word, Joel slips the worn-shoe onto your toes before pushing it in place over your heel. He repeats the step with your other foot, the cover falling off completely. He clears his throat at the sight of your bare thighs, your naked cunt just protected by your closed legs. The scent of your freshly moistened cunt makes him dizzy in the best way possible. He’d been dreaming of this, fucking his fist for months as he watched you on his screen. Elated when he found your own perverted scheme. 

“Lean back,” he whispers, his lips ghosting your knee cap. 

You oblige: resting your weight on your elbows, you allow him to sit up to slip your other shoe on. He laces them carefully so they fit snugly but not painful, like he was your Prince Charming. 

The darkness in his pupils were anything but fairytale innocence. 

“What do we say?” He hums. He sits up further until he’s starting to lean over you, his torso making way between your legs, crawling atop with your knees bent and spread wide.

“Th-thank you,” you squeak. Your own ankles begin to wrap around his hips as his callused hands grope your body. 

“You look so pretty like this.” His eyes trail down just as his hands push your shirt up, revealing your supple breasts. Naked underneath him, he lets out a growl. 

His bulge presses painfully in his partially zipped jeans. He hadn’t even finished wiping that woman’s cum off his dick before running up here, let alone buttoning up. It didn’t matter—he knew his cock would be someplace warm and wet again very shortly.

The sudden feeling of your exposed body makes you shiver. “Hold me, daddy,” you whimper with pleading lips. 

Your stepdad nods. His arms hook under your knees, hands going to your grip your ass tightly as he hoists you up. He stands tall, mostly dressed, holding you, naked save for your converse, in the air. Joel’s firm body presses against yours while you cling to him. So broad and masculine, feeling his strong muscles in a way you had never before. He held you so close. Even closer was the press of his cock against your seam.

Joel easily slips it out of his boxers. The bulbous tip slaps your folds, making you moan. 

With slight adjustment, you face Joel just as his head breaches your entrance. Both your lips part, a needy groan escaping your mouth into his. Sinking further down onto his length until you were buried to the hilt. 

“M’so full,” you whine, wanting to bury your face into his chest. 

“Daddy’s gonna make it better,” He nods again before setting a rocking pace. His pushes his hips forward, slapping into yours, using the new leverage of his bent knees to fuck up into you over and over again. You  feel the reassuring grip of his hands never loosen even once as he holds you up high, your knees still bent in half, anchored against his lower back. The balls of your shoes dig into his spine only feel even better, knowing he has you like this , finally, after dreaming and fucking so many women who looked like you for months.

Your pussy was divine. So wet and tight, deliciously sucking his thick member back in with each thrust. He never wanted to leave it, he decided then. He was going to be everything you’d ever need in life. So long as you stayed exactly like this for him. Shoes and all. 

“M’close,” you whine into his shoulder.

Joel could feel it too: your cunt clenching and pulsing on him. He couldn’t contain his excitement: pushing you forward until your back collided on the bedtop again with a bounce. Joel hastily clambers over your body, his steel grip on your thighs forcing your body bend in half. He plunges his cock inside you again, fucking you mating press, your ankles at his ears. His arms planted firmly on either side of your ears. The older man lets out animalistic grunts above you. The wet slapping of your love making—if you can call it that—echoed in just your room along with the creaking of the bed springs with each rut of his hips down into you.

He was so deep, you could practically feel him tickling your spine. His balls suffocated against your ass, each full press topped with a slight roll to remind you just how far inside you he could snugly get comfortable. The keening high pitched sounds you make tell him you’re close. He would know: he’d been watching and listening to them for a while now as you touched your precious princess parts. Joel’s thick digits made sure to circle your engorged sensitive clit clockwise until you were screaming in ecstasy, back arched and quivering all over as you came on his fat cock. He made sure you got your full orgasm before pulling out, pumping himself over your gorgeous body.

“Show me how badly you want Daddy’s cum,” he pants. 

You grip your ankles high in the air with your converse facing the ceiling and spread your legs. Your glistening wrecked, throbbing pussy open wide for his view.

Joel stares, transfixed, fisting his dick faster than a spinning turbine before letting out a painted groan. He lets out a fat load, shooting all over your belly and tits until it dribbled over your clit and folds. His knees felt weak, brain foggy while coming down from his extraordinary high. Blinking, he sighed, eyes filled with adoration as the sight of you still there, covered in your step dad’s cum, grinning in pleasure.

He wondered if he should steal more of your clothes to get you like this in his bed next time.

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“I still can't believe you're moving.” You say. “You loved that house.”

“I loved it when you and your father were there. But he's been gone for 10 years now, and you're away at college. It's lonely.” She says. “Now I can live with Kevin, you can come for holidays, summer breaks and spend your time at the beach. You have always loved the ocean.”

“That's true. A beach house year round does sound like a good time.” You laugh.

As the two of you walk through the airport, her smile gets bigger, walking through the doors and seeing Kevin standing there, waiting with a smile on his face and flowers in his hands.

“Jane.” He grins, pulling your mom into his arms. “Oh I missed you.”

“Mhmm, I missed you too.” Your mom sighs, snuggling into his hold.

“These are for you.” He murmurs, handing your mom the flowers. She sniffs them as he pulls you in for a hug. “It's so nice to see you again, Y/N.” He says, letting go of you and giving you the other bundle of flowers.

“It's nice to see you again too, Kevin.” You smile. “Thank you for the flowers.”

“You're welcome.” He smiles, wrapping his arm around your mom. “Let's go get your bags.” He exclaims, walking towards the baggage claim. “The boys are excited to see you Jane. And they can't wait to meet you, Y/N.”

You had forgotten that he had sons. You hadn't met them yet but only heard about them. Hyunjin and Han. You grew up as an only child, and part of you was excited to have brothers, even if they weren't related but also part of you was scared. What if the 3 of you didn't get along? You wanted this to work for your mom, and you would make sure that it did. For her.

“I'm excited too.” You say, nervously.

Once your bags came, Kevin grabbed them, pulling them behind him while the two of you walked behind him. You couldn't help but feel nervous to be spending the summer at his beach house. Even though he told you that it was your house now too, because of your mom, you weren't sure if it was going to feel like it, especially if Han and Hyunjin weren't welcoming. And if they didn't like you then it was going to make things even worse. You had a feeling this summer was going to suck.

You didn't talk much on the hour drive from the airport. You stared out the window, taking in the sights, the surroundings of the new city your mom had moved to, and once you graduated college, this would be your town too. You had to admit, it was a beautiful city. The ocean was vibrant, the sand looked nice and you were excited to be able to spend time at the beach, relaxing.

“And here we are.” Kevin exclaims, pulling into the driveway of a large house.

“This is your house?” You gasp, your mouth hanging wide open. “This is insane.”

Your mom and Kevin laugh at your reaction, getting out of the car. You stand on the driveway, your mouth still open. This place was huge. “This could fit my dorm room in it like 25 times.” You mutter, making Kevin laugh.

“I think you're going to enjoy your time here.” He says, pulling your bags out of the trunk of his car “Come on in.” He finishes.

You and your mom follow Kevin into the house, your eyes wide staring at the giant entry way. You couldn't believe how ginormous it was.

“Goddamn, Kevin.” You mumble. “This place is crazy.”

You walk more into the house into the living room, you see two men sitting on the couch, one on his phone, and one sketching in a book.

“Oh good, Han, Hyunjin, you remember Jane.” Kevin says.

“Nice to see you again, boys." Your mom smiles.

“Hi Jane.” The one sketching says.

“Nice to see you too.” The other one on his phone says, barely looking up.

“And this is Jane's daughter, Y/N.” Kevin says. “This is Han and Hyunjin.” He says, pointing to both.

“Hi.” Han mumbles, he barely looks up from his phone to acknowledge you.

“Y/N.” Hyunjin says, putting down his sketch book. “Its nice to meet you.” He whispers, holding his hand out to you.

“It's nice to meet you too.” You say, you can feel yourself heating up. He stared at you so hard you felt flustered from his gaze. You grab his hand to shake it, his grip tightens around your hand, the touch lingering a little longer than usual, his eyes grazing up and down your body.

You break away from his gaze, glancing over to Han. His eyes had finally left his phone and he didn't notice that you were watching him. He was staring at you, eyes darting up and down your body, like his brothers had been. The whole meeting felt different than you thought it was going to feel. You didn't expect to find them so fucking attractive but you did. They were both so fucking hot and you really wished they weren’t.

“Alright, I'll show you to your room.” Kevin says, bringing you out of the trance you and they were in.

“Oh, um, yes, that would be great.” You say, turning away from both men. You walked towards Kevin, turning your head once more to look at both men, and they were still watching you. Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

You follow Kevin up the large set of stairs.

“You're at the end of the hall. This is Han's room right across from you and Hyunjin is beside you. And unfortunately there's only one bathroom up here, so you will all have to share. Your mom and I are downstairs.” He tells you.

Kevin opens the door to your room, and your jaw drops. The room was painted your favorite color, with some of your favorite things set on the shelves. You had a nice big bed, a TV, a large closet and the best part, a large balcony. That was the first thing you really checked out. You stepped outside, feeling the breeze blowing through your hair, the smell of the ocean hitting your nose. If you weren't at the beach, this balcony would be the place you would be.

“Do you like it?” Your mom asks.

“Like it? I love it. It's perfect. Thank you both." You smile.

“We'll leave you to get settled and unpacked.” Your mom smiles at you, closing your door behind her. You're left in your brand new room, in the brand new house that you'll share with your brand new hot step brothers.

You really shouldn't think like that. You were now a blended family of 5, but… you weren't really related. It didn't hurt to look and admire, as long as it didn't go further than that, right? You shook your head, trying to get the dirty thoughts out of your head, deciding to instead focus on unpacking your room for the summer. You turned on your tv to your favorite show, listening while you unpacked your bags. Hanging your dresses and shirts in your new closet, putting your pants in your dresser, along with your underwear in another drawer and all your bathing suits into another one. You opened the door to your room, stepping out into the hallway, your toiletries in hand. You walk into your shared bathroom, expecting it to be gross but it wasn't. You noticed an open spot on the counter for a few of your things, a drawer that had been left ajar, you assumed for you, and you were right. Either it had always been empty or had been emptied in anticipation for your arrival. Regardless, you were grateful for it.

You finished putting away your things in your shower caddy, turning around only to be met with a chest that you knocked right into. While he didn't stumble back, you did. You looked up startled at Hyunjin who stood there looking at you.

“Sorry about that.” You mumble. He smiles at you, still blocking your way out of the bathroom.

“No worries.” He says, staring at you. “Unpacking going okay?” He asks.

“Um, yeah.” You say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I'm done for now.”

“Oh good. If you need help with unpacking or really anything, let me know.” He tells you. He doesn't wait for you to answer. He turns around, walking out of the bathroom. You hear the door to his room shut before you have even left the bathroom. His presence sent shivers down your spine, and a wetness down your legs. You do your best to shake off the interaction, walking back to your room and closing the door. You can hear the sounds of the ocean from inside your room, so you decided you were going to go for a swim. You slip on a bathing suit, grabbing a beach cover for after and head downstairs. You don't see anyone in the living room, or in the kitchen. You had no idea where your mom was, so you decided to yell out to the house.

“I'm going to the beach for a swim.” You yell, waiting for a second to see if you hear anything back.

“Okay! Be safe!” Your mom yells back, her voice faint. You wander through the gorgeous kitchen, towards the back doors, stepping out onto the deck.

“There's a fucking pool too?” You gasp, looking at the gorgeous infinity pool overlooking the beach and ocean. You keep walking down to the gate, opening it and walking through. You feel the warm sand in between your toes and you feel like you're in heaven. You drop your beach cover onto the sand, walking straight for the water. The warm ocean water touches your skin, and you feel like you're home. You walk out as far as you can before you dive right in, letting the water cover your entire body and it feels so good. You do a few more dives, closing your eyes under the water, letting the saltiness rejuvenate your body. After a little while of swimming, you turn onto your back and just float. Switching between closing your eyes and glancing around at your surroundings. You look towards the house, and something, rather someone catches your eye. You see Han standing on the back deck, leaning against the railing, his eyes pinned directly on you. You lock eyes, thinking he may look away but he doesn't. He doesn't even move. You end up being the one to break eye contact with him, resuming your peaceful floating.

After a little while you decide you're done for now and in need of a shower and possibly a nap. You swim back towards shore, sliding your hands through your soaked hair, getting all the excess water out, slicking your hair back. You look forwards now seeing Hyunjin leaning against the railing next to Han, the two of them watching you walk out of the water. Beads of water trickling down your body, the sun glistening off your skin. Your heart beats faster while butterflies swarm in your stomach. You do your best to act nonchalant, pretending they aren't watching you. You grab your beach cover, opting against putting it on. You knew you shouldn't, but you were enjoying the attention from them even though you barely knew them.

“Good swim?” Han asks as you walk back up onto the deck.

“So good. The water feels amazing.” You smile.

“It looked amazing.” Han replies. You can feel your face heating up.

“Maybe you boys can join me sometime.” You suggest, walking past them both.

“Absolutely.” Hyunjin says.

“We would love to.” Han yells, making you laugh.

You make your way back up to your room as quickly as you can, trying not to get water everywhere. You rushed upstairs, opening random doors in search of a towel.

You can hear footsteps coming up the stairs, but you still can't find a towel. You turn your head to look as Han rounds the corner, giving you a small smile. You can see how hard he's working to keep his eyes up. He wanted to check you out so badly, you could tell.

“Hey, Han?” You call out as he walks past.

“Yeah?” He responds, stopping, turning to look at you.

“Where are the towels?” You ask. “I want to take a shower.”

“Bathroom closet.” He says, eyes swiftly looking you up and down before walking away once again. You should have known towels would be in the bathroom.

A while later, you're clean, freshly washed hair tied up in a towel with another one wrapped around your body. You shuffle out of the bathroom and to your room, putting on shorts and a tank top, feeling like you were going to be extremely hot at night. Your mom had called you down for dinner, but honestly you weren't hungry, you just wanted to crawl into your bed and watch a show. It had been a long and interesting day. You were definitely ready for what tomorrow brings.

**

The next morning you wake up, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day. You crawled out of bed and made your way downstairs, the smell of pancakes and bacon luring you into the kitchen.

“Good morning.” You mumble, rubbing your eyes.

“Morning, sweetie.” Your mom coos, flipping a pancake.

“How did you sleep?” Kevin asks.

“That bed is probably the comfiest thing I've ever laid on.” You say, making them laugh. You sit down at the table, seeing Hyunjin and Han sitting beside each other eating. You sit across from both of them, now fully aware of the short shorts and tank top you were wearing, especially with no bra and perky tits. You glance up at Hyunjin who's already looking at you. He looks down, running his tongue over his lips and in an instant, your thoughts go to a bad place.

“I'm glad you had a good sleep.” Han says, keeping his eyes down.

“Me too.” You reply. “So any plans for today?” You ask.

“Nothing for today.” Your mom says, placing a fresh plate of pancakes on the table. “But tonight Kevin and I want to take all three of you out for a nice family dinner.” She smiles.

“Sounds fun.” You murmur, reaching over for a pancake. Han was also reaching for one, his hand gently brushes against yours, making you both freeze.

“Jeez you guys.” Your mom laughs. She grabs a couple pancakes, placing them on your plate. “I guess you'll have to get used to having brothers.” She says, nudging you.

“Ha, yeah, I guess so.”

You really needed to stop having dirty thoughts about them. You had to stop thinking about their lips on yours, or their hands on your body, their cocks… no. Stop it.

**

The rest of the day was boring, you spent most of it in your room, scrolling through your phone, and taking a nap, until it was time for you to get ready for dinner. You had your make up done, shoes picked out, hair done and your dress almost on. But the dress you picked had a zipper in the back that always gave you grief to get up by yourself. You opened your bedroom door and called out for your mom.

“Mom! Can you please help me with this zipper?”

Silence.

“Mom?” You call out again.

Silence. Again.

You were about to call out for a third time, but you finally heard footsteps. You moved back into your room, standing in the middle of the room, holding the strapless dress up on your chest, with your back exposed.

The footsteps get closer, stopping just outside your room. You don't turn around but you know it's not your mom. The footsteps move closer until they're right behind you. You can feel a body pressed against your back.

“You need help?” A voice whispers in your ear.

Hyunjin.

“Yes please.” You whisper back.

He moves away from you, placing one hand on your lower back while he pulls up the zipper with his other hand. Your breath hitches, the feeling of him being so close to you makes you nervous. He pulls the zipper all the way up, the dress tightly hugging your frame perfectly. The dress is zipped but he doesn’t move away from you. You both stand there in the quiet, his hand on your lower back slowly moves towards your hip, moving towards your stomach and up, nearing your chest.

You don't stop him. You don't want him to stop.

“Are you guys almost ready?” Kevin yells from downstairs. Hyunjin's hand drops from your body, he backs away, walking out of the room without a word. You're left with your heart pounding, still feeling his hands on you, and wondering if your new step brother had a thing for you.

**

Dinner was pretty uneventful. You spoke mostly to Kevin and your mom, occasionally Han and Hyunjin. Hyunjin definitely avoided eye contact with you, and you didn't blame him. It was a weird and uncharted territory that was extremely confusing, not to mention taboo.

When you got home, you went upstairs and into the bathroom for a shower, without telling anyone. You turned the water on hot and stripped out of your dress, took your hair down and climbed into the shower, letting the water pour all over you.

Your eyes were closed, washing your body, when suddenly the shower curtain was ripped open. Your eyes go wide, seeing Han standing there staring at you, checking out your naked body.

“I'm so sorry, I had my headphones in… I didn't hear the shower going.” He mumbles, looking at your body one more time before closing the curtain. He stared a little too long before he closed that curtain, and it made you think that the attraction you felt for both of them was not one sided. Not at all.

When your shower was finished you dried yourself off, put on your sleep dress and began going downstairs for a snack. Just as you hit the bottom step you heard Hyunjin and Han talking.

“So… what do you think of Y/N?” Han asks Hyunjin. They were talking about you. You needed to listen. You lifted your foot to take the last step, and as soon as your foot hit that step, a loud creak let out.

“Shit.” You silently curse. You were hoping they hadn't heard that and they kept talking.

“She's cool.” Hyunjin mumbles.

Good, they didn't hear.

Your stomach was a nervous wreck.

“Yeah, she is.” Han responds.

Silence for a second. You didn't see the smile Hyunjin gave to Han. You didn't know that they knew you were listening. Hyunjin starts talking again. “She's so fucking hot.”

“Okay, so I'm not the only one.” Han sighs.

“No you're not. I'd fuck her in a heartbeat.” Hyunjin groans.

“Oh fuck yeah. I wonder if she'd be down.” Han wonders. “I did something earlier.” Han confesses. “I walked in on her in the shower.” He says, speaking a little louder than before. “I knew she was in there. I just really wanted to catch a glimpse of her.” He admits.

You knew it. You knew that wasn't a mistake, and you truly were not mad at him for it.

“We had a moment earlier too.” Hyunjin begins. “I went upstairs to zip up her dress. I had my hand on her back, slowly moving it towards her front, working my way up to wrap it around that pretty neck of hers.”

“I wonder if she likes to be choked?” Han wonders out loud.

You weren't sure what to do. Instead of getting a snack, you turned around and went back upstairs, crawled into your bed. You laid in your bed, replaying the conversation the two of them were having about you. Part of you felt giddy that it wasn't all in your head. The other part of you felt guilty because they were your step brothers. You fell asleep that night battling between the urge to fuck them and the guilt of it being semi inappropriate.

While Han and Hyunjin remained on the couch laughing with each other.

“I love that she's so fucking shy about this.” Hyunjin laughs, leaning back on the couch.

“How long do you think until she fucks one of us?” Han asks. “Or both of us?”

“I say… the end of July.” Hyunjin says. “By then at least."

Han smiles. “I say middle of august.”

Hyunjin looks at his brother, feeling confident in his prediction. He crosses his arms, laying his head back on the couch, ready to win.