Mark and his father Michael watched Marianne strut around the kitchen. She was wearing booty shorts and a tank top with no bra.
She'd had the 'Forever 21' set forever, and it was frayed. Since her 18th, 2 weeks a week ago, however, she was filling it out in a whole new way.
She moved to the refrigerator and bent over to get some eggs. Her brown booty cheeks were clearly visible. She moved back to the stove, her cocoa brown nipples at attention from the cold air in the fridge. Her Kinky/curly hair was braided up into tens of braids, that hung down past her shoulders. She was dancing along to some rap tune in her headphones.
Michael, Marianne's step father, had married Marianne's mother Mary, when Mari was an infant.
No one, including, Marianne's own mother, knew who her father was.
It was obviously, a black man, based on Marianne's mulatto appearance. She had jet Black curly hair, and a light brown complexion. Her brown eyes were hypnotic and often wide, in confusion. She carefully and skillfully, applied lashes and make-up every morning. It was important for her to post her daily 'look' to her Instagram followers.
Mary Merry, her mother, had been a petite, natural blond beauty. She had a beautiful singing voice and kept busy working, but never hit the big time. Her serious drug problem was a major hindrance. She'd overdosed when Marianne was 10.
Mike, Marianne's stepfather, had been devastated. He tried for several years to save his wife. He felt like he failed her and Mari. His own drug use worsened from the trauma and his loneliness.
Mari had tried her best to step up and take care of 'the boys' since her mother's death, but it had been a long road.
She had graduated from high school, barely. Now, she was pretty aimless. She'd struggled to graduate; Mari was not strong academically at all. Mike suspected it was a learning disability, perhaps from her mother's drug abuse.
It took several years of struggling, but now Mari was able to keep the house up; shopping online for what was needed with her brother's credit cards. She just took care of them and the house now, posted on social media, watched movies and sunbathed. She'd never had a job in her life. Mark wasn't positive she could even hold one without being taken advantage of.
Her stepbrother, Mark was 26. He had been 18 when his stepmother died. He'd always been academically gifted and graduated from high school early, at 16. Then he'd graduated with honors, 5 years later, from MIT. He ran his own IT firm from his father's house. He was successful. Very successful. So successful, that his father had retired at age 55.
Mark's father, Michael had been in the music industry over 30 years. He built the sprawling 7000 square ft house at the height of his income. They all lived comfortably off Mark's income now, though.
In the sprawling ranch house, each had their own en suite area. The large farm kitchen/ living room, joined the areas together, in the middle. It was surrounded by 20 acres off a lone highway. It was just the 3 of them.
Mark adjusted his glasses and watched his stepsister, intensely. She had been the focus of all his attention, for some years now.
1st, as just an incredibly worrisome, irritating little sister. Now as a fully adult woman, she was stunning. She was beautiful. She was more beautiful than any woman Mark had ever seen and she lived in his house. Mark had never been a lady killer. He knew outside this house, a woman as beautiful as Mari would not have ever looked at him.
Mark had been a tall, goofy nerd in school. Now, he was a tall, goofy nerd who barely left his house. He was 6'4 and about 200 pounds of soft lack of exercise. He had bifocals, because he was half blind. His 'real' world was on computers where he was a king and a boss.
Mark used to keep his wavy, brown hair cut low in school. Now, he had let it grow out, shoulder length. It was currently in a messy 'man bun' Mari put it in days ago. He was loathed to take down since she liked it. He literally grew his hair so Mari could use him to practice her 'styles'. He loved her being close to him and her breast brushing against him as she worked on his hair.
Mark and his father were both wearing ratty tees, old pajama pants and were barefoot. Their usual daily uniforms. Mari had Uggs on her feet. She always complained they kept it too cold.
At 5' 4", about 135 pounds, Mari had a healthy booty, and luscious, ripe titties over a tight waist. Mari worked hard to keep her waist tiny. She only ate at certain times, wore her waist trainer and exercised. She tried to order the weight loss teas, but she mysteriously, never received them.
Her breast were a 36C. Mark knew because he monitored all her online activities and shopping orders. He had canceled any tea orders. He also read and deleted 95% of her DM'S before she even knew she had received them. Her Instagram page was full of 'thirst trap' pictures. Blocking Mari's copious messages and admirers was Mark's PT job.
Mark reached up and touched his 'man bun' and adjusted his glasses over his blue eyes. If possible, he wanted to see her more clearly. Her brown eyes sparkled under heavy lashes and she had that 'deer in headlights' look Mark loved. He thought it was adorable that she wasn't the brightest bulb. She needed him; needed his protection.
He glanced at his father. He wasn't surprised to see 2 things. One, he was high. 2, he was staring at Mari as closely as he was.
Mark and his father had had many conversations about Mari's sexy body changes and both were horny as hell. Neither one of them were good with the ladies and both had been lonely as fuck for years.
His father, Mike was tall, also. Not as tall as Mark, but Mike was well over 6'. He had a beer belly and was 230+ lbs. He'd started to go bald, so he just shaved his head every week.
Mike had lucked into Mari's mom Mary, after his own wife, Mark's mother, had died unexpectedly.
Mike had met Mary Merry at an industry party and bonded with her over their mutual drug habits. They were married less than 6 months after meeting; Mari had been less than a year old. Mark was at 8 at the time.
He had initially, been irritated at the intrusion of 'females' in he and his father's lives, but over time, he'd welcomed and loved them both.
When Mark moved back home last year, he'd been stunned at his gorgeous little sister. When had she transformed into this stunning female?
He felt guilty and twisted, but he wanted her. It was all he could think about lately. His dick felt raw from jacking off, thinking of her. He spent most days sneaking around, watching her and monitoring her online activities.
He was 100% sure that she was a virgin. He'd made sure of it. 1st, because she was his little sister. Now, he had a whole nother reason to block her messages. All her social media pictures were super sexy and scandalous. She had over 100,000 followers. People desperately tried to get in touch with her, even some modeling agencies and people claiming to be Hollywood producers had DM'd her. Mark deleted and blocked them all.
Some boys from her high school had gone so far as to drive out to the ranch when they couldn't contact her online. They never returned after Mark and his father brandished firearms; threatened violence. Mark actually shot at their car as they drove away. He was pissed! He hired a contractor to start a fence around the property and installed a gate at the end of their mile long driveway.
Mari had been confused about what was happening; the commotion and the gunfire. Why were boys from her old school there? She'd asked Mark. He told her they wanted to bully her; that they were bad guys who wanted to be mean to her.
She felt sad a couple of days, but she was used to being ignored. Like Mark, the whole school had ignored Mari, till her Sr. year when she'd literally, blossomed. Then everyone suddenly, wanted to be her friend. Like a lot of things, it was confusing to Mari.
"She's mine." Mark had decided and focused on ways to make it happen.
Mari was oblivious to the men's stares at her while she cooked for them, as usual. She fixed their plates and joined them to eat. She ate with her headphones on, making gangster gestures; occasionally saying words.
After they had eaten, she rose to do the dishes. One whole booty cheek was exposed in the too small shorts. Both men's eyes shot wide open as they ogled the girl.
