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  My new house was awesome. It was two blocks from the beach and had a roof top lookout. My room was tastefully decorated with its tan walls, matching shag carpeting and dark cherry furniture. Everything was gorgeous. My room also had a door leading onto the second story, wrap around deck that looked out to the ocean.
  I hung my posters around the room of Marilyn Monroe and John 5 and set out pictures of my Virginia family. I finally placed my two favorite stuffed animals on my bed and sat in the leather armchair to relax.
  Suzy knocked quietly on my door and I asked her in. She looked very pleased that I had made myself so at home in such little time. She was calm and polite and just the right balance of motherly and friendly. Exactly what I needed.
  "Hello Andrea, or would you rather Andi?" she asked politely.
  "Andi is cool." I smiled.
  "Alright, well we're ordering Chinese for dinner so what's your favorite?"
  "Broccoli chicken and Japanese Rolls." I smiled.
  "Okay done, and we didn't want to freak you out but I want to tell you the rest of the story okay?"
  "Sure, I'd like to know me." I shrugged with a smile.
  "Well as you know Brian and I aren't your parents. No one ever knew your real father and we all think it's better that way. So you may count yourself as our step-daughter or you can just count yourself as a foster child or whatever you want to be. This is all up to you; we just want you to be happy. Technically now you have a step-brother, his name is Brian Junior. He's about a year older than you but he may or may not show up tonight. He went over to a friend's house for band practice. You'll meet him soon enough." She smiled
  "Okay momma." I just felt comfortable calling her that.
  "Dinner should be here in like twenty minutes so check in the kitchen then. If you need anything Brian and I will be watching television in the living room. Kay sweetie?" I smiled and nodded feeling very at home here.

  The rest of the evening was rather uneventful. I ate dinner with my parents in the living room while watching some random movie and talking about everything we didn't know about each other.
  By 2:30 I was bored and couldn't sleep so I ended up sitting on my deck looking out at the ocean. It was warm and the ocean smelled amazing making me smile as I sketched in my notebook. I saw a car stop and let someone out in front of the house and pull away slowly. The room across the hall lit up and I could see someone stumbling around through the curtain on the door. I picked up my notebook and continued drawing, not particularly distracted by the noise in the other room. Whoever it was I didn't give two shits about.
  A few minutes later a tall how walked onto the deck and leaned against the railing. He breathed a heavy sigh and pulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his shredded, skinny jeans. He was bare foot and bare chested with a fedora atop shaggy black hair. His arms and torso were littered with colorful tattoos and he was, for what I could tell, completely oblivious to me. Slowly he sunk back into the basket chair in the far corner of the porch. He glanced up and looked a little startled when he saw me, dropping his ciggie in his lap in the process. He picked it back up, brushing the ashes from his lap, placing it between his lips again. We just stared at each other for a minute, silence enveloping the two of us.
  "Uh, hey, who are you and why are you on my porch?" he said leaning forward and looking up at me.
  The lighting cast a shadow over his face and his fedora kept his hair in his eyes so I didn't know what his face looked like.
  "Andi, I'm technically your step-sister I guess, assuming you're Brian Junior; and I live here now." I placed my book on the ledge beside me.
  "Oh yeah, Dad said something like that. Yeah I'm Brian Junior." He chuckled, "Call me Bry or Syn or something." He shrugged
  "Okay then Mr. Haner." I giggled
  "That's my father, like I said, call me Bry or Syn, hell you can call me Brian, just not Mr. Haner, Junior, or BJ." He frowned standing and taking another drag from the cigarette, "So you're my step-sister huh? Where'd you live before now?"
  "Let's see, Vermont, Florida, and Virginia. I take it you've lived here your whole life with your parents?" I smiled
  "Yeah, my biological mom was named Jan Gera, her and Dad divorced back in '91 and Suzy has been mom ever since. So…you smoke?" No conversation skills between the two of us.
  "Yeah, Marlboro man I take it?" I pointed at his knuckles.
  "Oh, yeah, always have been always will be." He smiled scratching his head, "You're what 18, 19?"
  "Oh, close 17 for two more days." We both chuckled
  "Ah, almost legal." He falsely frowned, "So who was your reliable source back home; best friend, boyfriend…?"
  "I don't have a boyfriend; last one cheated and I destroyed his car. But it was one of my friends; gay men will do anything if you take them shopping." I laughed thinking about shopping with Joe…Good time.
  "No boyfriend? It's always wise to befriend the gay community. They're a good group to know around here." He finally removed his hat and pushed his hair out of the way.
  Oh. My. God. This man is fucking gorgeous. I could go with raping him. I hope my mouth is shut because if it's not I'm drooling and looking like an idiot. But he's my brother; I'm not supposed to feel this way about my brother. Ah, but those chocolate eyes and smooth muscles and beautiful tattoos and gorgeous hair and DAMNIT HE'S A PRETTY, PRETTY PERSON! He's staring, shit. Talk stupid!
  "So you're in a band. That's hot." –insert foot-
  He chuckled lightly, awe he's so cute when he laughs.
  "Yeah, I learned to play from Dad, he's a studio musician and comedian. ME and my friends are just fucking around right now, don't even have a name for the band yet." He smiled at me and looked up, "May I join you in the swing?"
  "Oh, yeah. The whole band thing is cool. I've never been musically inclined." We smiled at each other as he sat down beside me and stared out at the ocean. God he's hot!
  "That sucks doll, music is my life. Wanna split one before bed?" he shook out a fresh cig and placed it between his lips.
  "Sure, that'd be nice." I smiled as he lit it and took a drag. The embers burned closer to his face then he handed it to me. I took a drag and blew it out my nose smiling.
  "So, what 'cha got pierced doll?" he flashed a dashing smile at me.
  "Oh God, my ears are gauged twice, a set at ½ inch and a set at 0. I have an industrial and a tragus to finish off my ears. My nose and my snakebites as you can see. My anchor is done, belly button is twice, hips, tongue, and a secret one." I giggled as his eyebrows shot us in surprise.
  "You're the first girl to be up front about that particular piercing. That's interesting; I'd like to see that." He cracked a smile and I swatted at his shoulder, "Okay, okay, later then. What made you want to get that one in particular?"
  "Actually me and my friend Colton decided to do outrageous piercings together last year. So he got a Prince Albert and I did my hood. We forced each other to watch the whole time. It was one crazy ass night." I sighed rolling my eyes, "What do you have pierced Bry?"
  "Just my ears and nose. I've thought about more but just didn't think they looked right on me. I'm more of a tatt guy anyway." He smiled running a finger of the '1' on his thumb.
  "So I've noticed. I love tattoos, they're the ultimate form of self expression. Yours are beautiful by the way. I have a thing for zombies too." I grinned pointing out the large zombie on my forearm and the rotten zombie bite on my collar bone.
  "Bitchin! This guy up here is like the ring leader. I've always had a thing for the really vibrant colors." He smiled showing me his arms. His muscles were flawless sending a chill down my spine. He was utterly irresistible.
"Yeah, the colors on yours are great. I'm actually working on my sleeves and back piece right now. Wanna see?" he nodded and I stripped off my jacket leaving me in a shorts bra and shorts.
  We talked for hours about music, tattoos, school, and California. The more we talked, the more interesting I found him. We had a fuck ton in common and I couldn't help but be completely enthralled. The back emptied and the two of us ended up passing out on the deck. He was more than fantastic. We couldn't stop talking, we watched the sunrise together and the breeze was too good to leave.

Description
  My new house was awesome. It was two blocks from the beach and had a roof top lookout. My room was tastefully decorated with its tan walls, matching shag carpeting and dark cherry furniture. Everything was gorgeous. My room also had a door leading onto the second story, wrap around deck that looked out to the ocean.
  I hung my posters around the room of Marilyn Monroe and John 5 and set out pictures of my Virginia family. I finally placed my two favorite stuffed animals on my bed and sat in the leather armchair to relax.
  Suzy knocked quietly on my door and I asked her in. She looked very pleased that I had made myself so at home in such little time. She was calm and polite and just the right balance of motherly and friendly. Exactly what I needed.
  "Hello Andrea, or would you rather Andi?" she asked politely.
  "Andi is cool." I smiled.
  "Alright, well we're ordering Chinese for dinner so what's your favorite?"
  "Broccoli chicken and Japanese Rolls." I smiled.
  "Okay done, and we didn't want to freak you out but I want to tell you the rest of the story okay?"
  "Sure, I'd like to know me." I shrugged with a smile.
  "Well as you know Brian and I aren't your parents. No one ever knew your real father and we all think it's better that way. So you may count yourself as our step-daughter or you can just count yourself as a foster child or whatever you want to be. This is all up to you; we just want you to be happy. Technically now you have a step-brother, his name is Brian Junior. He's about a year older than you but he may or may not show up tonight. He went over to a friend's house for band practice. You'll meet him soon enough." She smiled
  "Okay momma." I just felt comfortable calling her that.
  "Dinner should be here in like twenty minutes so check in the kitchen then. If you need anything Brian and I will be watching television in the living room. Kay sweetie?" I smiled and nodded feeling very at home here.

  The rest of the evening was rather uneventful. I ate dinner with my parents in the living room while watching some random movie and talking about everything we didn't know about each other.
  By 2:30 I was bored and couldn't sleep so I ended up sitting on my deck looking out at the ocean. It was warm and the ocean smelled amazing making me smile as I sketched in my notebook. I saw a car stop and let someone out in front of the house and pull away slowly. The room across the hall lit up and I could see someone stumbling around through the curtain on the door. I picked up my notebook and continued drawing, not particularly distracted by the noise in the other room. Whoever it was I didn't give two shits about.
  A few minutes later a tall how walked onto the deck and leaned against the railing. He breathed a heavy sigh and pulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his shredded, skinny jeans. He was bare foot and bare chested with a fedora atop shaggy black hair. His arms and torso were littered with colorful tattoos and he was, for what I could tell, completely oblivious to me. Slowly he sunk back into the basket chair in the far corner of the porch. He glanced up and looked a little startled when he saw me, dropping his ciggie in his lap in the process. He picked it back up, brushing the ashes from his lap, placing it between his lips again. We just stared at each other for a minute, silence enveloping the two of us.
  "Uh, hey, who are you and why are you on my porch?" he said leaning forward and looking up at me.
  The lighting cast a shadow over his face and his fedora kept his hair in his eyes so I didn't know what his face looked like.
  "Andi, I'm technically your step-sister I guess, assuming you're Brian Junior; and I live here now." I placed my book on the ledge beside me.
  "Oh yeah, Dad said something like that. Yeah I'm Brian Junior." He chuckled, "Call me Bry or Syn or something." He shrugged
  "Okay then Mr. Haner." I giggled
  "That's my father, like I said, call me Bry or Syn, hell you can call me Brian, just not Mr. Haner, Junior, or BJ." He frowned standing and taking another drag from the cigarette, "So you're my step-sister huh? Where'd you live before now?"
  "Let's see, Vermont, Florida, and Virginia. I take it you've lived here your whole life with your parents?" I smiled
  "Yeah, my biological mom was named Jan Gera, her and Dad divorced back in '91 and Suzy has been mom ever since. So…you smoke?" No conversation skills between the two of us.
  "Yeah, Marlboro man I take it?" I pointed at his knuckles.
  "Oh, yeah, always have been always will be." He smiled scratching his head, "You're what 18, 19?"
  "Oh, close 17 for two more days." We both chuckled
  "Ah, almost legal." He falsely frowned, "So who was your reliable source back home; best friend, boyfriend…?"
  "I don't have a boyfriend; last one cheated and I destroyed his car. But it was one of my friends; gay men will do anything if you take them shopping." I laughed thinking about shopping with Joe…Good time.
  "No boyfriend? It's always wise to befriend the gay community. They're a good group to know around here." He finally removed his hat and pushed his hair out of the way.
  Oh. My. God. This man is fucking gorgeous. I could go with raping him. I hope my mouth is shut because if it's not I'm drooling and looking like an idiot. But he's my brother; I'm not supposed to feel this way about my brother. Ah, but those chocolate eyes and smooth muscles and beautiful tattoos and gorgeous hair and DAMNIT HE'S A PRETTY, PRETTY PERSON! He's staring, shit. Talk stupid!
  "So you're in a band. That's hot." –insert foot-
  He chuckled lightly, awe he's so cute when he laughs.
  "Yeah, I learned to play from Dad, he's a studio musician and comedian. ME and my friends are just fucking around right now, don't even have a name for the band yet." He smiled at me and looked up, "May I join you in the swing?"
  "Oh, yeah. The whole band thing is cool. I've never been musically inclined." We smiled at each other as he sat down beside me and stared out at the ocean. God he's hot!
  "That sucks doll, music is my life. Wanna split one before bed?" he shook out a fresh cig and placed it between his lips.
  "Sure, that'd be nice." I smiled as he lit it and took a drag. The embers burned closer to his face then he handed it to me. I took a drag and blew it out my nose smiling.
  "So, what 'cha got pierced doll?" he flashed a dashing smile at me.
  "Oh God, my ears are gauged twice, a set at ½ inch and a set at 0. I have an industrial and a tragus to finish off my ears. My nose and my snakebites as you can see. My anchor is done, belly button is twice, hips, tongue, and a secret one." I giggled as his eyebrows shot us in surprise.
  "You're the first girl to be up front about that particular piercing. That's interesting; I'd like to see that." He cracked a smile and I swatted at his shoulder, "Okay, okay, later then. What made you want to get that one in particular?"
  "Actually me and my friend Colton decided to do outrageous piercings together last year. So he got a Prince Albert and I did my hood. We forced each other to watch the whole time. It was one crazy ass night." I sighed rolling my eyes, "What do you have pierced Bry?"
  "Just my ears and nose. I've thought about more but just didn't think they looked right on me. I'm more of a tatt guy anyway." He smiled running a finger of the '1' on his thumb.
  "So I've noticed. I love tattoos, they're the ultimate form of self expression. Yours are beautiful by the way. I have a thing for zombies too." I grinned pointing out the large zombie on my forearm and the rotten zombie bite on my collar bone.
  "Bitchin! This guy up here is like the ring leader. I've always had a thing for the really vibrant colors." He smiled showing me his arms. His muscles were flawless sending a chill down my spine. He was utterly irresistible.
"Yeah, the colors on yours are great. I'm actually working on my sleeves and back piece right now. Wanna see?" he nodded and I stripped off my jacket leaving me in a shorts bra and shorts.
  We talked for hours about music, tattoos, school, and California. The more we talked, the more interesting I found him. We had a fuck ton in common and I couldn't help but be completely enthralled. The back emptied and the two of us ended up passing out on the deck. He was more than fantastic. We couldn't stop talking, we watched the sunrise together and the breeze was too good to leave.