My Three Hot Stepbrothers + 1!

He kisses so passionately, as though he's known her for his entire life. She squirms in pleasure under him, unable to take his sweet kisses. There was always something so mesmerizing about his hands. The way he plays with her hair...I could kiss him much better.

It's the middle of a break, and here, I find myself mesmerized by the way my adopted brother kisses his girlfriend in an empty room. I know it's wrong. Wrong on many, many levels. But I just can't help it.

I'm just his lovely little fuckbuddy at home, right? The school bell rings, making my breath hitch as a gasp almost spills out of me. I almost gave out my location! I quickly leave the hallway and run downstairs, meeting my other classmates.

You might wonder who I am. What must I be doing at the construction site on our campus, on the top floor, all by myself?

Well, my name is Amy Frostbite, the only adopted daughter of Mr. George Philip Frostbite.

I have three elder brothers, all aged around 21. We all attend the same prestigious institute of Jordan High, one of the premier institutes of the Jordan Foundation. I have a best friend, Crystal Jordan.

And yes, she's the niece of Henry Jordan, the proprietor of the Jordan Foundation, as mentioned.

I am 19 years old and Crystal turned 20 recently. I was kind of stressed about her birthday and the whole ordeal since I am the only one who knows her true identity. Hence, I came up here to vape. I can't help it. I am not addicted to it, but it gives me a sense of relief and I'd be able to concentrate on classes later.

But it was a big mistake. I should've never come upstairs, for I wouldn't have to witness the scene unfold in front of me. Putting my glasses on, and checking if my braces are on the spot, I gather myself up and walk downstairs as if nothing happened.

Three classes pass by, and the day ends. I am a commerce student, a straight-A student. My brothers are Alex, Nick and Dane. The one that I caught in the act upstairs? That one's named Dane Frostbite. We are normal high-school goers in the middle of the day, but at night, we attend every big party around the city for the sake of our father.

George Philip is an unmarried, unhappy man. We are bound by a contract with this man till the end of time. He forces us to call him our father, while he does nothing but provide food, shelter and a whole lot of money for us. If there is one thing that all of us adopted siblings agree upon, then it is to bring a change in our old man's lifestyle. He's had a tragic past with his wife, but I'll leave that for the next storytime.

"Ms. Frostbite- I mean, Amy Cooper, the car's on standby. Would you like us to take you somewhere?" I almost popped my eyes out of my skull! "New guy?" I asked my old driver. The new guy is a butler, a sweet young man whose uncle was our most efficient detective. Unfortunately, that man had sacrificed himself for the safety of our family two years ago. As the most ethical way of letting his family know that we still remember him, we employed the 'new guy', Joseph Bailey.

"Amy Cooper. Let's go for some shopping! You have a trip coming up, isn't it?" My friend Crystal Jordan (Crystal Klein, fake surname) pops from behind me and asks sarcastically. I look around, trying to find any eavesdropping passersby but find none.

"Yeah, let's get changed and hit the road. I'll tell you where to go!" I whisper to the new guy as he grins with a big smile. You might now wonder why we have fake surnames. Well, unlike my brothers, who have opened up about their identities to the world, I am still sceptical about how the world would react if they knew George Philip Frostbite had a girl child.

The same explanation goes to Crystal. Crystal Jordan is the only related child to Henry Jordan, complicates her life, turning it into hell. You see, in the rich community, we girls have to have each other's backs at all times. Being girls, smaller and defenceless, we are easy targets for our parents' enemies who seek redemption from our parents. It's a scary world out there for everyone, but this is our story. As the car door closes, Crystal and I quickly drop our act and begin to be ourselves.

The thick native American accent that I use at school turns sophisticated as soon as the doors close and I'm in a much safer confinement. The same goes with Crystal.

"God, that was horrible. Did you see what they were planning for Christmas Eve this year!? Our batch sucks!" Crystal quickly yells out as the car starts to swerve into the road. We exit the busy campus road, and I nod my head.

"Couldn't agree more," I reply softly. We calm down considerably after roasting all the people who deserve it for today, and I close my eyes. However, the scene that I've witnessed flashes from before.

"We are here!" Crystal yells from the backseat. I take my fake braces off, finally taking the loose hairstyle of mine out and taking a deep breath in. Abandoning our bags inside the car, Crystal and I confidently walk into the premium showroom. Our identities are checked here, normal rich people stuff which I'm used to by now. There's something that happens later which makes my eyes go wide. And my heart...ache.

"Oh, what a surprise!" It is Alex Frostbite, my oldest adopted brother. He walks close to us and leans in for a kiss. Not with me, but with Crystal. That's right. Alex Frostbite and Crystal Jordan are dating in secret.

Our families are aware of this. But how could I ever tell Crystal, or anyone else in our family that we adopted siblings sleep with each other...almost every night?

I am their glory hole, the three handsome men walk into my room each night to f*ck my brains out. This is our little secret. Our guilty pleasure. So when Crystal and Alex were kissing each other in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on with...me.

Why couldn't I stop myself from balling my fists up? Why did I ever fantasize about taking over Crystal's place, where I should've been the one kissing Alex? Not her, but me.

Yup, this is my sickly reverse harem story.