This is my first time putting together a long, detailed story with more than two parts. Be forewarned, it will include more than just incest, there will be bdsm, rape roleplay, gangbangs, etc. in the coming chapters. And while the first part doesn't necessarily have any incest in it, it's more of a set up, and I feel like the incest/taboo category is the best choice for the story overall. I hope you enjoy, I have two more chapters ready, they'll be coming out soon, and I definitely appreciate any and all feedback as it very well might change the course of the story.
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Josephine woke up around nine and rolled over in bed, grabbing a large plush pillow and yawning quietly. She could hear the distant rumble of her step-father mowing the lawn, and the bright rays of sunlight flowing through her windows slowly brought her out of the sleepy haze that entrenched her and dragged her back into a world of warm slumber.
She rolled over and picked up her phone. There was a text from Travis, and another from Kat, both asking if she wanted to hang out. Travis wanted to go to the beach, Kat the mall.
Josephine rolled over and closed her eyes. She didn't want to go anywhere at the moment.
When she finally gave up on sleep, she climbed out of her bed. She was wearing white and pink panties, and that was it. At 4'10", she was a tiny little thing, with long, wavy brown hair flowing down to her ass. Yet she was shapely, curvy in an unimaginably perfect measure, a tight little bubble butt, DD breasts that seemed to defy the laws of gravity in how perky and round they were, wide hips and a narrow waist, and a soft little belly that pressed out, ever so slightly.
She pulled down her panties and hopped into her bathroom, turning on the hot water in her shower and waiting till the air was filled with steam, then stepping inside.
She washed herself, lathering her skin and scrubbing it clean with her loofah, applying skin cleanser to her face, and then attentively plucked bottle after bottle of specialized shampoos and conditioners, delicately washing and rinsing her long locks.
When she got out her tan skin was red and her hair was curled up in a towel. She walked out naked, her tits bouncing as she grabbed a bottle of lotion and rubbed her body down, and when she was covered, she sat down on the piano bench next to her keyboard and grabbed some bright pink nail polish and slowly attending to her cracked and fading fingernails, bright blue for her toes.
She got up and grabbed the hair dryer, running her fingers through her hair as the hot air dried it off, tossing and teasing it, then applied the usual routine of creams and styling gel until her long, brown locks waved and curled like a model's.
She was beautiful without any makeup, but that didn't keep her from applying blush, eyeliner, mascara, and a low key lip stick, almost unnoticeable, before getting dressed. It would be warm so she put on some short gym shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt before giving herself a once over, then opening the door.
As soon as she stepped through the threshold, Jacob brushed past her, almost knocking her through a doorway, before her second to oldest brother Mark came running after him.
"Hey!" She yelled, her slow, easy morning so viciously interrupted.
"Sorry, Jo!" Jacob yelled.
"Get back here, you little shit!" Mark hollered, ignoring her as they tore through the hallway.
Josephine rolled her eyes and followed them, slowly making her way down the stairs. From the banister, she could see Mark and Jacob's tangled bodies, locked in the throes of a heated wrestling match, twisting and turning, knocking into their living room furniture.
"OK! OK! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Jacob screamed in between fits of hysterical laughter.
"Not as sorry as you're gonna be!" Mark growled.
Josephine sighed and tip toed down the stairs, watching them out of the corner of her eyes, before Patrick, the eldest, burst into the room.
"Jesus fucking Christ, would the two of you knock it the hell off!" He yelled, and the two brother's immediately stopped, staring up at Patrick as he huffed and puffed, then calmed himself, and glanced up at Josephine, his face changing instantly into a light hearted smile.
"Oh, good morning Jo," He waved, beaming at her.
"Good morning, Jo," Mark and Jacob echoed in unison, staring up at her, still locked in each other's grip.
"Good morning, guys," Jo smiled.
All three of her step brothers were older than her. Patrick was already working on his masters, with messy black hair and thick frames. He was the tallest as well, skinny, yet well framed, and he always knew how to dress. He had the air of an intellectual and the vocabulary to boot, and he always seemed to have a book in his hands.
Mark was the shortest, but what he lacked in height he made up in girth. He was a giant mass of muscle, and he always kept his head shaved. He'd be a junior in college next year, and he was riding a full sports scholarship in field hockey.
Jacob, the youngest, was somewhere in the middle in shape and size between Patrick and Mark. He was taller than Mark, but more filled out than Patrick. His hair was jet black, pushed to the side and a little frazzled at all times. He was always the charmer, yet outright mischievous and short sighted. He was only a little bit older than Josephine, and they'd be attending the local college together in the fall.
"You guys want breakfast?" Josephine asked sweetly, and their faces lit up.
"Yes!"
"Awesome!"
"Please!"
She glided into the kitchen and set to work, frying up bacon and eggs, effortlessly mixing pancake batter and pouring it out on a hot skillet. In less than a half an hour, the kitchen table was set with an appetizing spread.
"It's ready!" She sang, and a stampede of feet clamored into the room as each guy grabbed a plate and began stacking it with food. There was hot coffee and cold orange juice, cream and sugar, butter and syrup.
Josephine sat down and grabbed a strip of bacon and some eggs, a glass of juice and some coffee, and quietly ate while the boys chowed down.
"-but she's a total tease anyways," Jacob finished some story, Mark nodding and Patrick rolling his eyes, then he turned to Josephine. "Hey Jo, you're being awfully quiet over there."
All three guys turned their attention to Josephine, who was nibbling on a piece of bacon.
"Oh, just still waking up, I guess," She smiled, setting the bacon down and grabbing her mug of coffee.
"I feel you," Jacob nodded. "You doin' anything today?"
Josephine shrugged, setting her coffee down.
"I don't know, maybe meet up with Kat in a little bit, or else go to the beach with Travis."
Jacob rolled his eyes and made a display of groaning.
"Seriously? You're still with that guy?" Jacob asked, and Josephine's face turned beet red.
"Well, yes," She started, taken aback.
"Ah come on, Jo," Jacob scoffed, shaking his head. "Why do you still fuck around with that little dicklick? You're a beautiful, sweet girl, you could have any guy you wanted!"
"Well, I just- I don't know, he's nice." She shrugged.
"Yeah but everybody's nice, you gotta set the bar a little higher than that!" Jacob laughed, slapping Patrick. "Help me out here!"
Patrick shrugged, taking a slow sip of his coffee and nodded.
"Even Hitler was nice enough to have a girlfriend," He agreed.
"Hitler had a girlfriend?" Mark asked, surprised.
