Seduced by My Step Brothers

BOYXBOY - Charlie's mum died a few years ago, the triplets father ran when he found out just how many kids his girlfriend was going to have. Now their parents got married, without telling them. Four gay teen boys under one roof, as Charlie says "I could write a book about that."


3. Dealing

It replayed over and over again, the impact of the car hitting ours, hitting my mum. Her flying out of her seat and through the window that separated the driver and us. My screams of panic as I saw it happen, trying to get to her, but my body wouldn't move. I remember the screech of the sirens being the only thing that I could hear. I vaguely noticed the people surrounding us, trying to figure out what happened, the paramedics trying to ask me questions to see if I was alright. "Mum. Mum. Mum." Being the only thing that I could get out of my mouth. "My mum, is she okay?" I asked, over and over, nothing but a blank stare on my face.

I shot up, but something felt... off. My bed was super warm. I sat up, and to say I was surprised would be an understatement. There were three extra bodies on my bed. My new brothers to be exact. No, we did none of that. I know for sure because one, we were all fully clothed, and two, I remember what happened.

"Wait, Charlie." Mike said, grabbing my arm. "You can talk to us about it." He said.

"I told you to act like you didn't hear anything." I told him, pulling my arm away.

"Charlie, I know we don't know each other that well, but we are brothers now." Jake said. "You can talk to us, or we can just be with you when you cry. You don't have to worry about us making fun of you or anything."

"He is right, you know." Tony announced, his voice was far softer than I thought it would be. This was the first time I heard him talk all day. "We have all been through something, and it helps to know that there are people there for us when we need them." He finished.

"Like you said," I began, facing Jake. "We don't know each other that well." I said, then walked off.

"Hey Charlie," Mike said, and I turned to face him, but made no other acknowledgment. ", what you said, about your dad, I doubt it's true. I doubt he thinks it is your fault." He said, his voice no more than a whisper. And that did it, I broke down. I sat down on the floor and hugged my knees to my chest, crying. The invitations long forgotten about as they spilled from my hand and onto the floor. And soon, I felt myself in another warm embrace.

I must have cried myself to sleep down there, because I don't remember coming upstairs. I pulled my mobile out of my pocket, the numbers telling me that it was only a little past three in the mourning. "Hey guys." I whispered, shaking their bodies in an attempt to get them up. Our parents were a floor above, the servants a floor below, so I took the chance and talked a little louder. "Hey guys!" I softly yelled, shaking them once more. Eventually, they each awoke. "You should probably get to your rooms before our parents wake up." I said.

"Yeah." Jake agreed, and the three got up.

"Hey guys?" I whispered catching their attention before they left the room. "Thanks, for last night and all." I said, and they all groggily nodded their heads before leaving my room.

I got up and walked over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top, swiftly changing into them. I then went over to my bedside table and plugged in my mobile. As I set it down, I noticed something. A small stack of papers, the funeral invitations to be exact. One of them must have picked them all up for me last night. Sweet. Was the last thing I thought before I headed off to bed.


I woke up to a very loud, very consistent, knock on my door. I know that knock, it wakes me up every mourning. Rosie.

"Give me another hour!" I yelled.

"Absolutely not!" She yelled back. "You have fifteen minutes to be dressed and at the table for breakfast, or so help me god." She said, and paused, most likely waiting for a response. "Charlie, don't make me come in there." She all but growled.

"I'm up, I'm up." I said. Last time Rosie came in here to get me up she dumped a bucket of freezing cold ice water on me.

"You better be." She said, and with that I heard her footsteps start to fade.

With a sigh I sat up on the bed. "That woman." I muttered and pulled myself from the warm comfort of my bed.

Grabbing some clothes and a towel I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. It felt good to have the warm water roll over and down my skin. Even though it was summer outside, it was like winter inside. My mum loved it being cold, so she always kept the house freezing. I suppose my father and I just got used to it, so we kept it that way.

I stood there for a moment, the water pounding against my back, my hands against the glass wall of the stand up shower, the emotions hitting me. I felt like if I didn't just stop and take a breath that I would break down. My mum's death was really hitting me hard since yesterday. Probably because of my dad getting remarried.

Don't get me wrong, Chelsea seemed like a nice enough person. It just hurt to know that my dad was able to move on so fast. It's only been a year.

Mike POV

Awkward. Was the only thing that kept running through my mind during breakfast. All six of us were sitting at the table, not one uttering a single word. The room seemed tense, not even Tony was talking. If you knew Tony, you would know how odd that was.

However, Daniel, Charlie's father, seemed oblivious to the fact as he read the paper and munched on his toast. My mother was looking at her phone, occasionally taking a bite of eggs or a sip of juice. It made me begin to think, maybe it was only awkward between the four of us.

I thought that last night would have made us closer, less awkward.

Did last night do the opposite?

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