1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

middle (67)

Word count:1716

1) sorry this is so short I didn't have much time to write

2)I'm busy tomorrow and probably won't be able to put out a chapter.  If I am.  Then you're getting another chapter.

3) you guys seemed extremely excited over this chapter so it's an introductory story. A prologue if you may.

My family is weird.

Boom perfect place to start. 

I know what your thinking. 'My family is weird too lol.

No my family is the kind they talk about when making the argument that living close to a powerplant can have Long term effects on the people and their offspring.

What's important to remember is that.

We're all different.  Me and my two brothers that is.

You see John's the oldest and as you'd expect for the oldest he plays sports works out and is closest to dad.

Then T.J who's first name is Ted but after fifteen straight years of getting called teddy bear he changed it. He's what you'd expect from the baby. He gets what he wants. Spend his time playing games and on line doing one thing or another. Mom's little angel

Then there was me.

I'm your typical middle child.  Average grades, average friends,  average taste average life. Where I sat in my room all day eating oreos and watching YouTube.

Now dont let the stereotypes full you we aren't a normal family you'd fine in a slapstick show between the Brady bunch and saved by the bell. 

No the problem is. That I might tend to have sex with my brothers.

Still there.  Haven't called the cops good.

I know sick right.

It wasn't my choice.

I mean I didn't put up a fight.

But I don't not like it. When they force me.

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I hear the front door close and I know that my dad was on his way to work which means id be alone with my brothers until nine.

I take a deep breath knowing eventually they'd be on me like dogs in heat. The second dad left the driveway.

I know it's wrong and that incest is technology illegal. But they where my Kryptonite.

They new the things to do and the ways to touch me to melt away my rationality and only living that hunger and urge to be dominated.

But today was different. I was gonna tell them off. I'll simply say.  I can't keep doing this.

So we'll have to stop.

I think prepping myself up.

Until I hear my room door open.

I take a deep breath and I turn around.

John had lent on my desk next to me. His short blonde hair and muscular frame him being as you'd expect the tallest and sadly the most mature.

He was a kisser and no matter what we were doing he wouldn't hesitate to kiss me deeply.  Which at times can be gross but it leads to a slightly awkward slightly funny moment sharing the bathroom as we brushed our teeth.

T. J sat on my bed his headphones around his shoulders. His messy blonde hair on the top of his head.

He was smaller than me. About four inches which was kinda sad seeing he always managed to hold me down. I found myself often pushing against him. Struggling as hard as I could.  Even if I didn't necessary wanted to be let up.