The first days at the Anderson household were very strange, to say the least. Despite the fact that we were officially man and wife, he treated me like a de facto employee who simply happened to be living in the bedroom next to his and wearing a gigantic diamond ring. It was almost as if the whole prelude was done simply to ensure that I was very kinky for some future plan. He would leave very early in the morning in a rush, without even sitting down for breakfast. His sons had left for a couple of days to visit family and I had barely even spoken with them about the new situation. I was starting to feel like some kind of foreign boarder or a low-level housekeeper. On the following Monday, I told Anderson that I would like to sit down with everyone at breakfast the next day and make all the formal introductions.
I threw caution to the wind and decided to just jump head first into my new role as housewife and Head of Household with open arms. The only problem was that not everyone else's arms were open.
My first official morning as a member of the Norton household began at the breakfast table. I woke at daybreak to make a huge feast for my new husband and my growing boys. Eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausage, pancakes, real maple syrup, waffles, fresh strawberries, whipped cream, fresh squeezed orange juice, hand-whipped butter, biscuits and an assortment of fresh jams made from 100% fruit. I didn't even need to call everyone to the table as by the time the smells from the kitchen started wafting through the house, everyone had come to the entrance of the kitchen to stare at my growing feast. Anderson was the last one down and strolled up behind the boys to see what I was up to.
"Well, look at this," he exclaimed. "Everyone grab a seat and dig in before it gets cold."
Anderson slipped through the trio of boys at the doorway and took a seat at the head of the table. His three sons warily stepped to the seats and sat down to start picking away at the food. During the week before I had officially moved in, I had tried to strike up various conversations with his sons but the awkwardness of the situation was apparent.
Each of his sons had very different personalities which became very obvious in our earliest interactions. Ethan, the oldest at 19, was defiant and jaded. Carter, the middle boy and 18-years-old, was the risk taker and seemed to enjoy being spoiled. Alexander, the youngest at 17, was the loner and more of a creative type. Most of our conversations at the point had been very short, usually as I came over to meet their father or when we were lounging around in the living room. So when I moved in and suddenly showed up in their kitchen that morning cooking their breakfast, they were very guarded with me.
Anderson did the most talking, asking his sons about their plans for the week while they mumbled their responses and quickly inhaled their breakfast. When I would add my own two cents or ask one of the boys a question, they would either give me a very curt response or not really say anything at all. Finally, as they were about to get up to leave, Anderson clanged his fork against the side of his glass to get their attention.
"Okay, okay, enough of the awkwardness," he said. "Everyone just stay seated for a minute while I say a few words." His sons put down their utensils and looked at me and then back at their father. "I just wanted to ask everyone to give Natalie a warm welcome into our home. I know all of this has happened very sudden and all of you will need some time to get to know each other, but it is a situation which you will learn to accept. She is the new head of this household and you will treat and respect her as such."
"She's not anyone to me," Ethan interrupted.
"Ethan!" his father scolded him. "What did I just say? Be polite. Now Natalie is a wonderful woman but she is not trying to replace your mother. Your mother is gone and that's just life. We have to deal with that pain and move on. Natalie is a new chapter in all of our lives. She is not trying to replace your mother but you better understand right now. She is in charge and you listen to what she tells you or you will suffer the consequences. Is that understood everyone?"
His two youngest sons nodded their heads while Ethan just rolled his eyes. I felt at that moment that if I didn't say anything, I would be treated simply like Anderson's wife and not someone to whom they had to answer.
"Listen guys," I said in the warmest tone I could voice, "I know I am the stranger here and it is my job to get to know all of you and see how things work around here. So please be patient with me while I do my best to get to know each of you individually. I understand that you boys are getting older now and are on the cusp of manhood and don't want a woman to tell you what to do. So I hope I can be there simply to support you in whatever you need and please don't hesitate to tell me if I am doing something wrong."
Each of them had kept their eyes cast down while I spoke and would occasionally glance up at me. After I had finished with my sweet introduction to them, I figure it was time to lay down my authority. I casually changed the tone of my voice and placed my hands on my hips as I spoke to them.
"Having said that, I just want to make sure one final thing is clear. As your father has said, I am now the head of this household. These are my basic rules. You will respect me at all times, do what you are told at all times and follow the rules at all times. Is that clear?"
Each of them looked to me in surprise at my tone and then glanced toward their father.
"If it's not clear to you, she will make it clear to each of you," he added.
"Yes, I will. And lastly, I am to be addressed as Miss Natalie at all times. Miss Natalie. Is that clear?"
They each looked up at me in hesitation. The sudden feeling of having power over them was quickly becoming intoxicating.
"Is that clear?" I repeated in an extremely stern tone. "Let me hear your responses right now," I barked at them. I could tell they were in a state of mild shock at having this new woman practically shouting at them. I looked to each one of them for a proper response.
"Yeah, it's clear," mumbled Alexander, the youngest son.
"Yes, all clear," uttered Carter while a subtle grin on his face.
I looked to Ethan for his response.
"Whatever," he told me under his breath.
I raised my eyebrows at his response, but I decided to let it go for the moment. I knew it would take time to get them properly in order as Anderson wanted. Only time would tell how everything would play out. They rose almost in unison to clear their dishes. Each of them gathered their backpacks and quickly flew out the front door. Anderson and I looked at each other.
"What do you think?" he asked me. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "Well, I'm sure it will all work out," he added as he got up to leave. He kissed me goodbye and was out the door as well.
Over the course of the following two weeks, the reality of the situation began to sink in. The boys considered me mostly as some kind of business wife to their father. They certainly didn't look toward me in any maternal way and the fact that they had been living without any woman in the house was very apparent. They would lounge around as if they were in a locker room, pass through the kitchen wearing only their boxers and come out of the bathroom after a shower with a towel barely concealing any part of their dripping wet bodies. It drove me wild from the very beginning and I had to muster every ounce of energy in me to maintain proper composure.
My first instinct was to ogle their bare bodies and even flirt with them. I had never been in such intimate quarters with young men in which I couldn't just act like my normal kinky self. Every time I would see one of them, I wanted to make dirty jokes and saw inappropriate comments. I wanted to rip their towels right off their bodies and their boxers right off their waists. I wanted to touch them, fondle them and play with them. Even I had not expected for there be such a perverse display of flesh to tempt me. It seemed like it was illegal for me to even be there at times, as if I should be condemned for sneaking into this traditional household with the most untraditional of thoughts. Each time I came home and saw that white picket fence in front of my pristine new abode, it was as if it was a great disguise made just for me. It was as if the whole household had been made to look so good and pure simply for the purpose of hiding my outrageously dirty desires in plain view.
I knew there was no way things were not going to unravel the moment I began to seriously interact with the Norton boys. Their innocence was about to be taken from them and I was going to enjoy every second of it. Yet, just how far I would really go was completely uncertain. Anderson's instructions to put them under my control was so cryptic, especially considering the absolute deviant nature of our first few meetings. I knew time would tell the story and it didn't waste a single moment in doing so.
