The Forbidden Reverse Harem

"Stop, Nick. We're at school!"

It was thrilling. It was exciting.

The story of my Harem was like none other.

It was with my beloved stepbrothers, all older than me and so, so handsome. How did we wind up in this fatal situation?

Should I ever stop this?

I'm his step-sister!

"Nick, stop it. Please."

"Shut up." Kissing me outrightly, he is hell-bent on snatching my breath away this morning. Nick is the third youngest of us six siblings. While my five brothers are heavy on social media, the people barely know that Framton Johnson has a daughter as well.

I didn't come out to the public yet.

There was a chance to do so when we turned fifteen. Louis Johnson is our oldest sibling, my favorite sibling. He started the trend to come out to public— by choice, because papa kept us hidden from the dangers of the world till then.

Being the youngest, I got the taste of the bitterness this world had to offer to us.

We were the God damned Johnsons,

The richest family of businessmen in the world.

Back to the scenario where my stepbrother Nick is holding me so tight, screwing me like no tomorrow and filling his loneliness with my presence, I'm reminded about Alex. He's the second oldest sibling, yet sharing the same class as the three musketeers— Nick, Dan and Zayn.

Alex is someone who is desired by the entire girl species of the college. It is as though he had enticed them with his sparkly blue eyes and his incredible sense of sarcasm and humor which not only drives the boys away but brings all the girls to their knees.

I am his substitute, however, because he has a side chick named Ravine. Exclusively for the captain of the football team.

Ravine is your High School's typical queen-bee aka top cheerleader. And our high school was one of the biggest attractions of the country; it was the Jugo League. A large ass campus spread across 90 acres and boy was it tiring to walk around.

It's not that I've got a lot of friends, but who knows? I'm just the right girl that the kind of boys need.

Especially, my step-brothers.

Throwing my head back at the little pushes of his hips against me, I bite down on my lip.

"Don't do that..." I hear him say.

"D-do what?" The pleasure snatches my sanity away as I whisper back in stutters.

"Don't fucking bite your lip when that is my duty to do so." A shy smile takes over my thin lips as I bring my head back to look at him.

"Then fucking do it." I challenge him in the most satanic whisper I could breathe out. He breathes my moans, does me against the cubicle, and replies to every little thing my body needs.

That's why the oh-so-nerd of the Johnson Family brothers is my favorite to jump on.

"Fuck, I'm close Cassie." He lets me know in my ear. Just then, we hear a group of guys bellowing about their defeat against their football rivals.