Gisele’s POV

I picked up the call, forcing a cheerful tone into my voice. "Hello, Father, how are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound carefree despite the terrible things his sons just did to me .

"Gisele, my dear, how are you? Is everything going well at school?" He said his deep voice was warm and reassuring on the other end of the line.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal, before responding with a simple "Yes, everything's fine."

He informed me that he'd be back the following morning, and my curiosity was piqued. "And I have a surprise for you," he added, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement. Immediately I could feel my anticipation rise, wondering what the surprise could be.

"Thank you, Father," I replied, trying to match his enthusiasm.

As I hung up the phone, Maureen raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What did he say?" she asked, and I filled her in on the brief conversation.

Despite the uncertainty, a small part of me felt a sense of relief, knowing that my father would be home soon. Hopefully, maybe things would get better then.

After a few hours of classes, the school hours came to an end, and after saying goodbye to Maureen and Morris, I went home.

I trudged into the kitchen, my stomach growling with hunger. I hadn't eaten all day, and the sight of food was a welcome relief.

As I rummaged through the cupboards for something to eat, I noticed one of the girls Kaelric often brought over to the house. She was lounging at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of juice.

Her blonde hair and blue eyes made her feel look like a supermodel, the kind of girls Raugar was into.

She caught my eye and waved; her smile seemed friendly. I hesitated for a moment before waving back. She was usually nice, unlike some of the other girls my stepbrothers brought around. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and prepared a simple meal, the crunch of the cereal between my teeth a satisfying sound.

"Hey, do you know where the grapes are? I was looking for a snack." She asked just as I was about to leave, her eyes sparkling.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind completely elsewhere, probably because her beauty left me in awe. "Uh, I haven't seen any grapes. Maybe try the fridge or the pantry?" I replied softly.

The girl's smile didn't waver. "Okay, thanks! I'll check there." She thanked and began searching the kitchen, her cheerful attitude was a pleasant contrast to the usual tension in the house.

I left the kitchen with my food in hand and I headed to my room, shutting the door behind me.

I sat down on my bed, taking a bite of my cereal as I let out a sigh of relief. The quietness of my room was just what I needed after the chaos of the day. I savoured my meal, feeling a bit more energised with each bite even though it was just cereal.

I wondered if I would be able to get another meal that night.

Grabbing a novel, I decided to read while I ate, but the words on the page slowly blurred together as I tried to focus on the story.

The sounds coming from next room made it impossible.

Moans and screams of different voices filtered through the thin wall that separated my room from Orien and Raugar's, and I felt my face heat up with discomfort.

“Not again.” I whispered.

Desperately, I tried to block it out by pressing my hands over my ears, but the sounds still managed to seep in. It was like they were intentionally trying to make me uncomfortable.

I sighed and put my book down, unable to concentrate on the words. Instead, I just lay there, my cereal forgotten, and let the noise wash over me.

Soon my imagination took over, and I began to feel myself under my brothers', under their touch. Their fingers tracing every inch of my skin, their soft lips rubbing against my chest, making my skin shiver with every touch.

I felt my core start to tingle as I imagined each of them going inside me while their scents filled my nose. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reached into my side drawer for the dildo I’d been using for a while now.

Without hesitation, I turned it on fisted it into my core, letting out a soft gasp as it moved through me, driving me with pleasure.

The faces of my brothers and their moans, took turns filling my head, and my core throbbed desperately almost like the dildo wasn’t doing its job. I pushed it in deeper, letting out a loud moan as the pleasure engulfed me.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that had been growing inside me. Lately, I'd been feeling... drawn to my stepbrothers. The thought made my heart skip a beat, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Why would I feel this way about them? They were cruel and heartless and always made my life miserable.

I tried to push the feeling away, telling myself it was wrong. They were my stepbrothers, after all. But the more I tried to ignore it, the more it seemed to linger in the back of my mind. I couldn't understand why my body would react this way to people who treated me so poorly. It was like my emotions were at war with my rational thinking.

The sounds from their room didn't help, making me feel even more in need of their touch, fuelling my imaginations as I pictured them going in and out of me, cupping my breasts with their arms and giving them a gentle squeeze.

I tossed and turned while the dildo did its work, trying to keep my moans minimal so they wouldn’t hear it, but the pleasure reached its peak, refusing to be silenced.