Wanting My Stepbrother

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The house that Hank Davis pulled into an hour later shouldn't even be considered a house it was more like a mansion. It seemed like one of those mansions that you see in tv that are too good to be true and puts the Kardashian's houses to shame.

Hank was slightly hoping that Brooklyn would feel some sort of awe and wonder as she looked at her home for the summer, but when his daughter got out of the car and stared at the house with boredom, he couldn't help his smile waver down a little in disappointment.

"Well, this is home sweet home." He said giving her a smile as he took out her suitcase while she just held onto the cello like her life depended on it.

He never stood her fascination with it other than the fact that she enjoyed music and her grandfather gave it to her as an early birthday present. He remembers when she first got it all she ever did was play it and it sounded horrible, but he was sure that with ten years of practice she probably made angels sing when she played.

"This place is nicer than what you bought for mom." Brooke replied taking her eyes away from the giant house and putting the cello case onto her back like a backpack.

Hank sighed shaking his head making his way up the long driveway. From the outside it looked nice and looked like something you'd see off an HGTV magazine but once you got inside it looked more like the Queen herself decorated it.

After Dianna quit her model dream she went into the next big thing which was home decorating. Her first gig she liked to call it was designing her own home which she did nicely by putting a big chandelier up on the ceiling when you first step in that made tiny little crystals dance on the shiny marble floor when the sun shined.

The walls were a white with light creamy feel towards it with family portraits hung nicely along the wall. It seemed like a home for a picture perfect family which Brooke got when her eyes landed on the family portrait with everyone smiling nicely at the camera.

If Brooke didn't know any of these people she'd honestly believe that Hank was the father of the two boys with the way that they were posed next to one another on a separate photo of just the men of the house. It was that good.

The home smelt of apples and the ocean, meaning that there had to be some sort of candle lit to make this smell because homes don't naturally have that sort of smell.

"Dianna went out to pick Ciara up from her mother's house and will be here shortly." Hank said putting her suitcase next to the arched curved staircase that went both left and right.

"Ciara?" Brooke asked, unaware of the girl. For all she knew, she had two stepbrothers who were close to her age.

"Yes, she's your stepsister. We adopted her last year from Nigeria."

Brooke nods her head her eyes landing back on the photo that didn't have Ciara in it. Noticing her confusion, Hank quickly butted in.

"We wanted to wait until you got here to take a new picture."

Brooke kept a blank face as she nods her head. There was no way she was going to take a family picture with them. She barely knew the people let alone needed to be in their family picture when she was sure that once this summer was over she wasn't going to contact them anytime soon.

"Thanks Xavier, he's the oldest being nineteen and next to him is Liam, who just turned thirteen."

Brooke nods her head tearing her eye away from the haunting smiles of the two boys. There was no doubt that the boys were handsome. With both having dark brown hair and tan skin, they looked like Spanish models with their dimples.