Stop It! – Part 1

You know how kids who have brothers or sisters, or both, always wish they could be an only child? It could be for any reason, literally. Privacy, attention, or any other little thing in between. I was one of them. I hated my siblings, who, might I add, were always running into my room without even a single knock and then continued to make fun of me when they found me jerking off into a sock while I watched porn. This resulted in numerous and admittedly very embarrassing situations with my parents, along with very sharp and blunt objects being thrown at me by those very siblings.

The worst part about my siblings? They were all girls, with me – the only male – being the youngest. Cassidy and Madison were the next youngest, they were twins with Madison being born only a few minutes after Cassidy. Next up in the batting or. . .er, excuse me, next up was Alexis. Then came the Kraken herself, Sarah. Those four made up the quartet of air-leeching, attention-whoring sluts otherwise known as my sisters. All four of them were awful people, minus Alexis sometimes. Unfortunately, they all took after our mom. Meaning they were all undeniably attractive in one way or another.

All of that changed the day our mom forced us to stay in our grandfather’s house together over winter break.

I wasn’t ever all that close with Alexis or Sarah, and the distance only grew after they decided to rent an apartment together. And you know what? Good riddance. They were always accusing me of being a fuckin’ perv whenever I accidentally ran into them while they were walking down the hall in a towel or in their underwear. I mean, how was I supposed to not look? They literally had their tits hanging out half the time, and the same went for their asses. Yeah, they were my sisters, but my cock never gave a shit about titles. Hell, it barely gave fuck about looks as long as it had a hole and I had a beer or two in me.

I’m not gonna sit here and lie to all of you. I busted more nuts than I’d like to admit to them, usually in the filling-them-up-with-cum variety of imagery. . .and maybe with a pair of their panties. Okay, fine, I found them sexually attractive. Don’t judge me. But their panties would be as close to their pussies as I would get. They all disliked me just as much as I disliked them. It was as if they found me to be a stain on their sisterhood or something. I was always left out when it came to them and their inside jokes. They could have their traveling pants or whatever, I just wanted to nut in each of them once or twice.

That wasn’t to say I was a nerd or anything. I was your typical horny teenager with a few friends and had a few short-term girlfriends. I’d been laid a few times at parties with girls that were likely too drunk to care who was pounding their tight twat, but then again, who was I to say no? I wasn’t Jesus, and I sure as hell wasn’t celibate. I fucked ’em, busted a nut, and moved on to the next one. My leeching sisters were the least of my worries and were the furthest thing from a priority. It was all about bros, parties, and pussy. . .Oh, and homework, I suppose.

Everything changed when we were all called by our Mom, where we were told that a grandfather on our dad’s side that we’d never met had passed away and we were the only living relatives. This came as bit of a shock for us, as only about a year or so earlier, our father had passed away in an accident on his way to a business meeting with his firm. Dad had never said anything about him. As far as the five of us knew, this man had never existed.

A day’s drive found us square in the middle of Bumfuck, Texas with only a mansion in near sight. Behind that mansion was an empty farm with a pair of massive red barns in the distance. An older woman, likely in her forties, declared herself as his lawyer. She went on to explain that the will stated this mansion belong to us. But the biggest shock came when his lawyer turned to me with a growing smile and a hidden wink, a shock that all but changed my life.

“Darren, your grandfather, Walter Graves, has left his entire fortune to you.” she handed me the will along with an old golden key. “You are now the holder of nearly two billion dollars and the proprietor of all his businesses.”

Why he, a man I’d never met, left me with massive wealth and several companies was revealed nearly a week later just before winter break when my mom asked us all to meet in the mansion left to us.