4-Highly Inappropriate Desires.
Nora:
I was guided to my bedroom by a maid while the brothers continued arguing with each other and their father throughout the evening. Being with my new family felt unsettling; they seemed messier than my previous living situation.
I woke up feeling thirsty, realizing the morning had already arrived. I couldn’t recall when I had slept so peacefully in weeks.
Wearing a loose, casual nightdress, I descended the stairs. A black silk camisole top with adjustable shoulder straps and a V- neck descended to the valley of my deep cleavage, exposing the line between my ample bosom. The low-cut back revealed more skin. Paired with s**y short booty shorts that barely covered half of my behind, I didn’t think much of it, as it was common in the dorms with girls.
The silk elegantly shaped my breasts. My hair was tied in a rough bun with loose strands framing my face. As I casually entered the kitchen, I remembered it wasn’t an all-girl dorm anymore; I was now living with my stepbrothers, who seemed to have forgotten about my existence as well.
I noticed Shane leaning against the counter with a protein shaker in hand, shirtless, displaying his big muscular biceps and perfectly toned abs. The gray jumper tied loosely around his waist revealed a V leading down, with a hint of pubic hair. He seemed oblivious to my arrival as he shook the protein shaker, causing a noticeable bounce in his private region.
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Although I knew I should have looked away and retreated to my bedroom, I found myself unable to move.
“And he was talking about planning another atoh,” Nash continued chatting with someone hidden from my view, ‘so I said, “bring it on.”
His continuous shaking and the movement of his bulge. combined with his deep, raw voice, made me feel like I was doing something illegal.
“You’re crazy for this. You need a break between matches. Dad has been talking about us not focusing on the pack business” the other brother remarked. I turned my face to see shirtless Ryker next to the microwave, wearing black cargo pants that were slid down a bit. As he turned around, I glimpsed his V disappearing down. In just a few seconds of staring, when I raised my eyes, Ryker was looking at me, and to make matters worse, he glanced down to check his pants.
I felt like giving myself a slap and then to him. Why would he do that? Obviously, to embarrass me.
The two fell silent after watching me arrive. Nash glared at me for a second before putting down his shaker and quickly turning around. I could tell he was adjusting his pants.
In order to avoid making matters even worse, I too started walking in the direction of the refrigerator, which was on the opposite side of the kitchen, opposite to the microwave.
“Men live in this house,” I was jolted into turning around at Nash’s commanding voice. He had fixed his pants now, but he was still shirtless and his body was strangely attractive and muscular.
“Don’t sneak up on us and make things awkward,” it was the fact that he was glaring at me with disgust. I lowered my eyes and then nodded.
“I am sorry,” I whispered, nervously and awkwardly fidgeting with my fingers.
“Our little sister seems to have adapted to his life pretty easily. Most girls would not even show their faces after they have been welcomed poorly. But look at her, she is already in our kitchen,” Ryker commented, but there was no hint of anger in his voice. He sounded more like he was having fun by taunting me.
I got to see his body and noticed a few weird cuts and marks all over his skin. His body was lean, but he was ripped. His abs. seemed like bricks piled onto each other. His muscular and toned shoulders were broad and eye-catching.
Not to mention, they had incredibly well-sculpted faces too. Some people just get lucky left-right. They didn’t only get powerful wolves but were gifted with G**d-like looks.
“What?” Nash raised his voice to nag me when he caught me checking out Ryker, and I lowered my head even more.
Another few minutes of silence prevailed before Nash cleared his throat and continued, “so, now that you are here and our sister—.” I raised my head to see him react to it. He had rolled his eyes when calling me his sister.
“You need to know that since you are one year younger than us, you will have to listen to us,” he had grabbed his shaker again and was looking at me through his eyebrows, “which means, you will obey us. Before you do anything, make any decisions, you will have to talk to us. And only after we allow it, shall you
proceed.”
tilted my head and then frowned, not really getting what he was trying to say here. Was he trying to say I was now their s**e or what?
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Ryker intervened, stepping ahead with some bowl in his hand that he had just microwaved.
“No!” I shook my head, watching them share a glance and then nod.
“Good. I don’t want anyone in this mansion. So even if you are thinking of making a boyfriend, drop the idea. You should focus on your studies,” that was Nash who ordered me.
I didn’t like the idea. He was trying to control my life when I was eighteen and could make decisions for myself.
“But I will need to find a mate eventually,” I tried to speak, but my words were cut short when Nash, who was drinking from his shaker, suddenly stopped to pass me a glare.
“And I will decide it for you. Right now, I told you, I don’t want anyone to come tell me they are sleeping with my stepsister,” the look on his face when making up these rules sent shivers down my spine.
Even his word choice was odd.
“Which brings us to the next question,” Ryker added the moment he noticed Nash was probably done talking. There was a weird hint of a smirk on Ryker’s face as if he was only instigating Nash.
“Are you a virgin?” Ryker questioned, and his smirk grew when Nash’s body tensed up.
“She better be. She just turned eighteen and doesn’t have a boyfriend,” Nash didn’t even wait for me to answer him and decided it. However, I nodded because it was true.
The off part was that I didn’t want to talk to my brothers about my virginity.
“Okay, may I grab a sandwich now?” I felt like asking Nash was. the right thing to do since he wanted to control my life so badly.
“Why are you asking me? I am not your master, I am your brother,” and with that, he left me stunned and left the kitchen.
I was in disbelief, but there was one more shock left. Ryker, before leaving, stopped briefly in the door, his head down in the bowl and taking a spoonful of mac and cheese, commented, “next time, don’t check out your brother’s d**ks. It’s highly inappropriate.”